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runningfrom2am · 2 months

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cold nights // twenty-two

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is the last part of s2!! ahh i am so excited for s3 and i hope you guys too after this part :)

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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When you come to, the air is cold on your skin and it's mostly dark. You groan, feeling the sway of someone carrying you very quickly.

"Hey, love. Hey..." Coryo says, noticing you stirring in his arms. "We're almost home. Hold on, I'm gonna get you some water."

"O-okay..." You agree, reaching up to rub your eyes so you can better see where you are. It's still nighttime, and you're outside. Looking up, the stars have filled the clear sky.

Coryo looks down at you, and then up. "The stars are beautiful. You were right." He tells you and you smile.

"I know." You whisper. "I'm glad you got to see them."

"Me too."

You almost fell asleep in his arms on the way back to their house. You didn't ask why they didn't take you home- part of you didn't want to know. Every time you caught yourself trying to piece together what happened before you fainted, your heart rate increased again. It wasn't good- that was all you knew.

Sejanus opens the door and Coryo is quick to lay you in his bed, kissing you on the forehead and giving you a bottle of water before quickly leaving. You can hear him and Sejanus talking, but you can't make out what they're saying. It sounds like Sejanus is crying.

You want to get up and help, but you are just so tired. You end up falling asleep.

Coryo didn't sleep at all all night. He tried after getting Sejanus to finally go to bed he came and laid with you, but it was no use. What would they do with you? They couldn't just leave you here- whatever history you and Cole had would no doubt come to light very critically in the fallout of his death. He didn't know if anyone had seen you go in or seen you there that night. After the games, it would be so easy to point the finger at you and call you dangerous and insane.

The bottom line of his decision: he couldn't leave you behind in Twelve.

He had a tentative plan, and you didn't have much of a choice if you wanted to live, but the hard part would be convincing you to come back to the Capitol. Well, convincing your whole family to let you come back to the Capitol.

He waited as long as he could before he had to wake you up, getting up and packing all his things while Sejanus did the same. You looked so peaceful, so untouched by everything horrible that has happened to you in your short life. You didn't know he was about to ruin your life again.

Carefully, when he knew you didn't have another moment more to spare, he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. "Y/N/N?" He whispers, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Love, you have to wake up. I'm sorry."

You hum in your sleep, rolling onto your back. Your eyes open, only slightly, and you smile. "Hi..." You mumble, trying to untangle your hands from the sheets to rub your eyes.

"Morning..." Coryo smiles slightly. You're so beautiful. It's almost easier for him to just scoop you up and bring you with him just like that- sleepy and untroubled. How he ever imagined leaving without you by his side he didn't know.

"What time is it?" You ask, voice raspy from having just woken up.

"Just past three, but we need to get moving. I'm so sorry, love."

You push yourself up, still rubbing at your eyes. "What? It's so early. What's going on?"

Coryo sighs, running a hand over his jaw. "Let's... Let's get you something to eat and then I'll explain, okay?"

You nod, yawning and he stands as you throw your legs over the side of the bed.

"Oh- oh my god." You mumble, quickly standing up from the old chair at their dining table. Coryo and Sejanus look at each other nervously.

"I didn't know that would happen, I didn't even know they were using the money to buy guns." Sejanus defends himself and you nod, hands placed over your face.

"I know." You reply, voice muffled by your hands. "I just... oh my god. I thought it was a nightmare. I thought I was just having another nightmare I-"

"I know, but it's okay. You're gonna be okay."

"His sword, death's stamp, where it did mark, it took. From face to foot he was a thing of blood, whose every motion was timed with dying cries..." You mumble to yourself, pacing now. "Deaths stamp. The reckoning."

Sejanus looks at his friend as you ramble, eyes wide.

"Y/N?" Coryo tries to grab your attention, but with how quickly you were clearly spiraling he didn't want to touch you. "None of what happened was your fault or ours. There is nothing we could have done."

"I know, I know, I know but I can't stop it either everything is falling apart and I am killing everyone and who is next?"

"No, hey, you didn't kill anyone. No one is next." He assures you quickly. "They can't charge anyone if they can't find the guns, no one can prove we were even there. We just have to act as if nothing happened."

You nod, shaking out your hands and trying to breathe. "Okay, yes. Yes." You press your hands onto your chest, clocking your heart rate. A panic attack wouldn't help. "I am having a panic attack." You state, looking toward the two of them.

Sejanus doesn't say anything, but looks quickly between you and Coryo.

"I know, love." Coryo replies. "But you're going to be okay. We're safe here, but we need to get moving so we have to relax. Okay?"

You take a deep breath in through your nose, closing your eyes. Everything is okay. You can't panic now, it will only make everything worse.

"I'm calm. I'm calm." You tell yourself, but it isn't working. Coryo chews his cheek. He still hasn't even told you that you'll need to come with them.

"What was that joke you told me? From that book?" Coryo asks, trying to distract you. "I think Sejanus would like it, would you mind telling him?"

"'I can see he is not in your good books' The messenger said," You recite mechanically. "No, and if he were I would burn my library.'" You furrow your brow, shaking your head. "No, that wasn't it. It was the one about Benedick and his horse."

"Yes, the horse." Coryo chuckles, trying to help you down. "Although, that is funny too."

"Okay, okay." You nod, taking another big gulping breath. "In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature."

You finish, and Coryo smacks Sejanus's arm when all he does is give you a confused look, trying to track what is meant to be a joke.

Sejanus looks at him and Coryo nods toward you. "Oh! That... yes, that's very funny." Sejanus chuckles nervously.

"She's saying that you can't tell him from his horse because he's just about as smart as it." You explain, knowing he wouldn't have understood. "Well, he would be if she didn't let him keep one of his wits."

And just like that, you're breathing almost normally.

"Feeling better?" Coryo asks, approaching you carefully.

You swallow and nod. "Yes. Thank you." He takes your hand in his, gently rubbing the back of it under his thumb.

"Okay, now, this is the hard part."

You had agreed through tears. The idea of even setting foot in the Capitol again almost set you off, but you made it through. You knew it would be hard, terrifying even, but you would have Coryo, and that would help.

The three of you made your way back to your house in the dark, preparing for you to pack up your whole life in order to move in a matter of hours.

You sneak inside, closing the door quietly behind the three of you.

"Just wait in the living room." You whisper. "I'll start packing."

"Y/N, honey, is that you?" Your dad's voice shocks you, and your eyes shoot over to the clock. He hadn't yet left for work.

"Pa?" You walk into the living room where he is sitting, having his morning coffee.

"What were you doing out so late? Did you have fun?" He asks, and then his eyes go past you to the boys. "Oh, hello. Can't say we were expectin' company this early. Or late, I suppose, for you guys."

Your lip starts to quiver as you walk over to the couch. "What's wrong?" Your dad frowns, eyes back on you now as he puts his coffee down quickly, reaching out to rub your arms. "Did something happen?" He looks over to the boys, but they don't dare move.

"Pa..." You cry, sitting down next to him and he pulls you into a hug.

"Honey, what happened?" He frowns, holding you close. You wouldn't see him for so long, and it was breaking your heart.

"I..." You sniff, quickly running over your agreed story. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving? You don't need to go, you're safe here, Honey..."

You look up at him, trying to smile. "Can you get Ma? I need to talk to you both." You say, chin still wobbling with tears.

"Okay, stay right here. I'll get her." He promises, getting up and patting your head.

"Can... can you guys wait outside?" You whisper and both Coryo and Sejanus quickly nod, passing you to wait out back.

"What's happening, Y/N/N?" Your mom asks, brow furrowed as she pulls her housecoat tight around herself. "Are you okay?"

You nod, swallowing as you refresh yourself on the story you came up with. Your parents sit down, all eyes on you. "I..." You start, but you can't get it out without a sob. "I have to go back to the Capitol."

"What?" Your dad asks, brow furrowed as your mom already begins to cry. "They can't take you back, you won. Fair and square, you're home now."

"They aren't." You shake your head. "Coryo helped me apply to the university there and I was accepted. Our train leaves in a few hours."

Both your parents stare at you, absolutely in shock.

"I... What?" Your father asks again and you nod.

"Yes." You laugh slightly.

"But... You can't go, where will you stay? We can't afford any kind of school or even the food there." Your father shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I know you're happy and this is amazing but... that just won't work."

You shake your head again. "No, we thought of that. I'll stay with Coryo, and he will cover my tuition." This wasn't a lie, that's how he talked you into it, in fact- though you hadn't wanted to accept.

"Look, it won't be all bad. You can come to school with us, get an education. It'll be so good for you and your family." Coryo says, holding your hands between his own. "You can stay with me, I'll pay for everything with money from the prize. You gave it to me, anyways. I owe you that much."

"I can't take that from you... I can't leave them."

"I owe it to you, love. Besides, it's not forever." He promises. "You can come visit, and we'll pay for them to get a phone installed so you can call whenever you'd like. They even have these really nice ones with cameras, we'll get you one of those."

"The school won't take me, I don't have a Capitol degree." You sniff.

"Of course they will- everyone there loves you. They know how smart you are. You'll just have to do some testing first, and then you can major in whatever you like. Even literature."

"I can?"

"Of course you can. Whatever you want to do, anything in the world."

"What are you taking?" You ask, wiping your eyes.

"Political Science." He answers. "But you could do... art history, creative writing, journalism, anything you want, love. Hell, you could even take mathematics if that's what you want." Coryo smiles, squeezing your hands. "You'll change your family's lives, and we can be together."

"Oh, honey..." Your mother cries, pulling you into her arms.

"He said we'll get you a phone, a nice one with a camera and I can call every day." You tell them through your tears, hugging her back. "And then I'll come back for you, with my shiny new education and neither of you will ever have to work again if you don't want to."

"I... I don't know what to say." Your father admits.

You laugh slightly, leaning into your mother's arms. "I don't either... I don't know."

You laughed and cried together, but you knew you couldn't tell them why you really had to leave on such short notice. They had to be happy for you to let you go without fear. Knowing anything about the truth would put their lives at risk. You cried harder when your father had to leave for work not long later; it would be a long time before you would see him again.

"Well." Your mom takes a deep breath in after a few minutes of your father being gone. "We better get you packed." She pushes herself up, and you join her.

"Ma." You stop her as she goes to make her way to the kitchen, no doubt to put on some tea for the process.

She turns, looking at you expectantly with reddened eyes.

"Lennox is going to hate me, isn't he?"

She frowns, pulling you into another hug. "No, honey. Never." She shushes you. "He may not like it at first, but he loves you so much. He could never hate you."

"You promise?"

"Of course, honey. Don't you think on it for even a minute. He'll miss you, but we'll be waitin' on you to come home. We'll be right here." She assures you. "And we are so proud. Don't worry about us, okay?"

"Parting is such sweet sorrow." You sniff, laughing slightly against her shoulder.

"This time, it is." She chuckles. "Now, let those boys back in and we can get moving. We don't want you to miss that train."

Somehow, you managed to pack everything up without waking your brother. You don't know if that was a good thing or not.

The sun began to rise as you made your way to the train station. Sejanus hadn't said a word since you left their temporary home.

"Y/N." Coryo whispers, and you look up at him. He's carrying one of your bags along with his, while you focus on the makeshift carrier in your arms that contains your cat. "When we get up there, let me do the talking."

You just nod, swallowing back another wave of tears. The guilt you felt was immeasurable, especially now that you allowed yourself to be excited. What if you did get into their school? Your whole life was about to change, but this time, hopefully for the better. But if it was all because of the deaths of three more District kids, how dare you think it may be worth it. Even if Mayfair was vile and Billy Taupe had an insatiable habit of cheating on Lucy Gray.

Lucy Gray. You didn't even say goodbye to Lucy Gray.

She wouldn't handle his death well, you knew that. You would have to write her immediately. Maybe that's what you would do on the train.

You would miss her greatly, but she would understand. Same as your parents, she would be proud. And you'd tell her about their phone and you could call her anytime you wanted as well. It would all be okay.

The train was heavily guarded by peacekeepers- though it was likely less so than usual. All the others were probably out already searching for the guns that killed the Mayor's daughter as well as a peacekeeper. It was unlikely they cared about Billy Taupe. You wish you could have warned your family that peacekeepers may come knocking, but the less they knew the better.

When you see Lucy Gray standing back against the building, looking out seemingly for the boys, your heart feels heavier in your chest. You don't say anything to them before you run up to her. You call her name and she turns, smiling at you.

"Hi, Hun. I wanted you to come say goodbye with me but I couldn't find ya last night, you weren't home when I came by after the show or this morning. I was worried."

"Oh, sorry. I slept over at theirs." You nod back to the boys as they approach behind you.

She smiles, but something in it is sad. Her eyes are puffy, clearly she had been crying. It was about Billy Taupe, no doubt.

"Y/N, I got something to tell you." She says quietly, and you tilt your head at her. "Last night..." Her eyes well up with tears again. "Last night Billy Taupe was murdered. He was shot, at the Hob. And Cole was too. I'm so sorry."

Coryo just catches the tail end of it, stepping in next to you and carefully watching your reaction. Or, what you thought your reaction was supposed to be.

You're quickly handing your bag off to Coryo and pulling her into your arms. "Oh- I'm so sorry, Lucy Gray... I'm so sorry."

Coryo and Sejanus look at each other as she cries in your arms.

"I was mad at him... I was so mad at him and I never got to say that I'm sorry."

"I know... God, honey I'm so sorry." You rub her back as you speak, focussing purely on comforting her. You had been close with him too. You don't know if Lennox knows yet, but you know he will be devastated. Just because Billy Taupe was an awful boyfriend to her at times didn't mean he wasn't still like family. "Don't beat yourself up about it, okay? It's not your fault. He knows you love him, okay? He knows."

She sniffs and you can feel her nod against your shoulder. "Love is immortality." You tell her quietly, kissing the side of her head.

"Y/N." Coryo says, hating to interrupt but the train wouldn't wait for you.

"I know." You reply, nodding as you pull away and take her hands in yours. "Lucy Gray, I am so sorry but I have to go."

"Go?" She looks at the boys behind you and the bags they're holding, there are several more than what they had arrived with. "You're going with them?" Her voice breaks and you nod, swallowing back tears.

"Coryo helped me apply to the university and they accepted me. Classes start in a couple of weeks." You lie, you couldn't find it in your heart to tell her you were there when Billy Taupe was killed.

She looks confused, squeezing your hands tight. "I... why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to wait until we knew for sure. His cousin called last night and said the letter arrived, and it would have been so embarrassing if I didn't get in. I wish I could have told you sooner."

"You could tell me anything. You shouldn't have been embarrassed." She frowns, shaking her head. "I wish I had known- we could have had a goodbye party or something I just feel like you shouldn't be leaving just like this."

"It's okay, I don't need a party. You know that." You smile.

"I know." She sighs. "Well... I'm proud of you. I'm so proud of you. This is amazing."

"Thank you." You laugh slightly, realizing that the tears you were trying to hold back had started to fall. "I love you so much, I'll write you all every day and we're getting my house a phone so you'll be able to call too."

"Okay. We'll talk every day." Lucy Gray nods, sniffing. "I love you, Y/N." You give her another hug.

"It was so good to meet you, Lucy Gray. Thanks for everything." Coryo says as you let her go again. You take your bag back from him so he can hug her. "And I'm sorry about your friend..."

"Thank you... and of course, it was lovely to have some new faces here. I hope you'll come back sometime." She grins, wiping her eyes again as she pulls away.

When she looks at Sejanus who had been awfully quiet this whole time, you gently pull on Coryo's arm. "Let's give them a minute." You whisper and he nods, following you away. You can't look back, if you look at her again you aren't sure you'll be able to board the train at all.

"Excuse me." Coryo approaches the peacekeeper stationed by one of the train cars, pulling a slip of paper from his pocket. "My friend and I have tickets, back to The Capitol."

The peacekeeper takes it, looking it over. "You live there?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then why did you come to Twelve?"

"Oh, our friend Y/N lives here. We came to get her, she is coming back with us." He explains, flashing a charming smile as he looks back over at you.

"There's only two tickets here, and neither of them has her name on them."

"Yes, so, we were hoping she could just tag along. She won't take up much room."

"No. District personnel can't just go to the Capitol, you should know better."

"I do, yeah." Coryo nods. "But maybe you'd recognize her, that's Y/N Y/L/N, Victor of the tenth annual Hunger Games. I was her mentor. Under the circumstances we were hoping you'd make an exception- we haven't been able to call home about her ticket but they need her back there. It's a new thing, they want to do a Victory tour, some interviews- that kind of thing. They're trying lots of new stuff this year."

The peacekeeper looks past him and eyes you skeptically. You smile, giving a slight wave as Tybalt squirms in the carrier. "Good morning, officer. How are you?"

"What's in the bag?" He asks, returning his attention to Coryo and completely ignoring your question.

"See, she really wanted to bring her cat. Since the games he's been a real comfort to her, Dr. Gaul, head of the war department and head gamemaker, said that the cat wouldn't be an issue as long as he's kept inside. He'll be an indoor cat only, officer."

"No animals." He shakes his head. "She can go, but a cat isn't necessary cargo."

"Okay, well..." Coryo sighs, looking back at you. You can see the panic shift in his eyes. There was no time to take Tybalt home, and you weren't going to set him loose here. Either Tybalt comes, or neither of you do, and that was hardly an option.

"Here," Sejanus mumbles as he rejoins you, digging in his pocket and walking past you and up to them. "No cat." He hands the peacekeeper a wad of cash so thick that it makes your eyes widen.

The officer chuckles, tucking the money into his own pocket. "No cat." He agrees. "Enjoy your ride."

Coryo smiles at you and motions for you to join him, helping you up the stairs onto the train with a hand on your back while you take another last look at the city you love so deeply.

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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۪ ★ ۫ MILKY WAY ୨୧

based on milky way by seohyun

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…

6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 / fn. 31/08/23

pairing. ━━━━━ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)

featuring. ━━━━━ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc

genre. ━━━━━ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity

warnings. ━━━━━ i’m not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) ᜊ THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) ᜊ EXTRAS

PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :

★ CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!

★ CH 001. CLONE FANTASY

★ CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK

★ CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS

★ CH 004. DON’T LEAVE ME TALL FUCK

★ CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE

★ CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

★ CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES

★ CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!

★ CH 009. IS YN OKAY?

★ CH 010. NO FANBOYING

★ CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I

★ CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II

★ CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)

★ CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT

★ CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA

★ CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK

★ CH 017. I’M SO HASTAG SRS

★ CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU

★ CH 019. HE’S UP TO NO GOOD

★ CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA

★ CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR

★ CH 022. NVM Y’ALL HE RESPONDED

★ CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS

★ CH 024. RPS LEGEND

★ CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN

★ CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM

★ CH 027. WTFDYM

★ CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING

★ CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN

★ CH 030. AS LONG AS SHE’S HAPPY

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )

PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :

★ CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

★ CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED

★ CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)

★ CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES

★ CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED

★ CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING

★ CH 037. OLD FRIENDS

★ CH 038. I DON’T THINK I’M OKAY

★ CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

★ CH 040. LOVELY

★ CH 041. STEP BY STEP

★ CH 042. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

★ CH 043. OOPS

★ CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF

★ CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI

★ CH 046. LOSER DOESN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

★ CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW

★ CH 048. LE’ ASTRE

( EXTRA. STAR’S 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LE’ ASTRE )

★ CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S UNHOLY

★ CH 050. I’M ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

★ CH 051. BUTTERFLIES

★ CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME

★ CH 053. OK? OK! OK

★ CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS

★ CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME

★ CH 056. THE TRUTH

★ CH 057. SERA WATANABE

★ CH 058. XD

★ CH 059. MILKY WAY

★ CH 060. LOVE

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART ii )

ENDING O1.

★ 00i. PERUVIAN LILIES

★ 0ii. THE PRETTIEST

ENDING O2.

★ 00i. WHAT MAKES HIM, HIM

★ 0ii. LOM(OMMY)L

ENDING O3.

★ 00i. FINAL PUZZLE PIECE

★ 0ii. MINE.

★ AFTER WORD.

milky way © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

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vvenus-child · 6 months

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❀ an: hi! this is my first fic published on tumblr! fluffly all the way. My AO3 where you can leave kudos. I write from multi fandoms such as ACOTAR, Dramione and Original works ❀ Tags: Carmen Berzatto; Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

She had ladybugs earrings. It wasn't the first thing Carmen noticed about her, no. But it was something he came to associate with her.

At a random Thursday, Sugar and Syd had ripped him a new one about not updating the restaurant's Instagram from all things. So when he had a moment of quiet where he couldn't sleep because his head was so full, he thought it would be a nice idea to use social media for work. He opened the app, unfamiliar with all the options and the immense number of notifications. The latest one was a tagged picture from a dish they had served for some customer. She had tagged the account with a simple caption "best meal I had in this city. My compliments to the chef - however they are!" with a string of emojis he sure did not even fathom to understand.

So Carmen did what he thought was the greatest management of social media ever: he commented "tks :)" under it.

A few hours later a still insomniac Carmen heard a ping from his cellphone. A direct message from Instagram made him frown and scowl a bit. It said "hi!!!! I love your place! do you guys work with delivery or take out?". Minutes passed and he did not answer. He was tired and confused to why someone would be asking this at 03am via a social media profile.

Another ping rang.

"Sorry, it's just I work late nights and your place is my fav in the city. I'm new here, don't know many places yet. Thank you xx"

He fumbled a bit in his bed before answering. A touch of nostalgia for Mike's old way of dealing with The Beef tried to take a hold of his heart. He made sure to snuff it out before typing it quickly.

"No we don't work like that anymore"

And he swore in a low voice.

"Look for Richie tmw say Carmen told u so"

The next day Carmen wanted nothing more than to hide in the fridge and die freezing. The night was so exhausting, someone had burned their food, plates were dropped, Syd had a bad case of allergies, Tina was in a fucking bad mood. The texts were the last thing on his mind when Richie came screaming from the front.

"Yo, cous, some chick looking for you. Said you were the social media manager. Didn't know we were using instagram to hook up now", he laughed and slapped Carm in the back.

"Fuck off, Richie"

Carm walked to see a round face looking back at him. She had dark, long curls around her face. Although her skin was darker than his, he still could manage to see the dark circles under her eyes. She had an apologetic smile and a few Tupperware containers that were not that hidden on her tote bag.

"Sorry! Hey! We spoke on Instagram last night? You said I could look for you? Sorry I'm late, had to extend my shift a bit and some more" she babbled for a few seconds, hands flying off while she talked. He could see the dark pink stain on her cheeks. "It's okay if you guys are closed! I didn't even look at the time when I got out of home,I’m so sorry."

Carm wanted to laugh at how much this girl apologized - he didn't of course, because then he would be the one blushing. She managed to look even more embarrassed than he was in social situations. He decided to take her out of her misery and told her that it was okay. He was the chef and no, it was okay, truly. It was not a problem to help her with a take out. Yes, he understood late nights very well.

Carmen didn't actually know what made him make this one exception to this customer. They still didn't do take outs, but something like kinship rouse in him when she said that it was her favorite place and she worked crazy hours. Maybe he felt he could build a place with as much heart and tradition as Mike, on his own way. So everyday she would come by, sometimes a bit after they had closed, sometimes on the rush hours - then she would wait on one of the tables or eat there. Richie started to yell at the back "Cous, your girl is here" one day, much to Carm dismay.

"She is not my girl, fucker"

"Then why does she ask for you everyday, huh?" he would say with his comically raised eyebrows, "can I ask for her number then?"

For some reason Carmen wanted to punch him in the throat. It did need a lot of reason most days.

"No, you can't. She is a customer and you don't ask customers for their numbers".

Richie left him with a knowing smile.

They never chatted much about deep subjects, if it was a slow day here, if she was dying of a heartburn because of work related stress there. She was also not an adventurous eater. The same order most days. Carm noticed that day she would wear the same ladybug earrings everyday too. They also shared cigarettes breaks on the regular. I'm a reluctant chainsmoker since 16, she told him once with a shy smile. Only watermelon one's thought, Marlboro's light too.

He had laughed at her for that. Flavored shit, really? What's next? Smoking the stupid pens?

Then they bonded over their disgust over electronic cigarettes that day.

Once he caught her helping out customers choose their meal when the staff was too busy with a problem. One day when she bought a group of friends someone had to call Carm from the kitchen. He was smelling of grease, hair dirty and his apron had stains of food in it. He didn't know it was her, it was lunchtime and one of the cooks had not shown up. His cheeks grew hot when he saw her, lips red and eyes lined with dark colors, a brown coat over the chair. She didn't have her earrings this time. A golden chain with a cross dangled from her neck to her cleavage. He was caught staring by one of her friends, who asked "so you are the chef friend?". Her make up did little to hide her blushing.

The time she did not pick up her dinner, Carm got anxious. He asked Richie for her number, because of course he had it. He debated if he should text.

"u ok?", he did.

When he didn't receive an answer, he showed up at her door with dinner in his hands. It was only a few blocks away, right? He got her address from the receipt, it wasn't creepy, right?

"You didn't show up, I brought you dinner", he said breathlessly.

It was definitely creepy, Richie laughed when he told him.

After that he would sometimes bring her dinner. She would bake him something, make him taste it - and everyone else too, no, he truly wasn't special, Carm tried to tell himself.

One day she asked him if he wanted to come in. He didn't, at least not a first. No, he had to get back to the restaurant, really. No, it wasn't because of her. Sorry, no- yeah- I- Uh, I-I got to go.

They would text each other. He was terrible at it, as always, but he initiated after feeling bad for not tasting the cake she had made him.

The first time Carm kissed her it had been over a year from the instagram message. They were in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor and she was cleaning some dishes. He had said something under his breath that made her laugh so loud the sound had echoed the whole room. He felt his heart squeeze inside his chest like a vise. Mike's words played over and over in his head "let it rip".

Carmen had not planned to kiss her that night. When she asked him to help close, so Tina could leave early, he accepted. Having her around wasn't a bother. When cleaning a particularly sharp knife she had cut her finger. His first instinct was to help and not curse her for the carelessness. Still, he didn't kiss her at that moment.

When they had finished, almost out the door, he pulled her by the neck pushing her back against the counter.

Her mouth felt like water after a long trip to the desert.

She was using her ladybug earrings.

She tasted like vanilla and chocolate.

#text post #carmen berzatto #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you

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Boy's a Liar | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: One day, your nudes show up everywhere in college. Did your boyfriend Haechan share them?

Genre: College AU, cheeky Hyuck, angst

Word Count: 2k

Four letters. Blood-red, smeared over your locker in lipstick.

SLUT.

Goosebumps ran over your body. Hands shaking, you tried to wipe the words away, but it only stained your skin red. You could hear snickering from behind you.

Your heart was in your stomach. You heard people’s whispers.

“I heard she sells her nudes for money.” “You know she blew the entire ice hockey team once.” “She even lets her boyfriend do anal!”

Chenle, basketball captain and mega bully, shoved past you.

"Ever heard of plastic surgery? I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole.” He jeered and high fived his friend Jisung, who was doubled over laughing.

You frowned. You spotted your best friend Winter and pulled her into a classroom. "What the hell's going on? Why is everyone being so mean to me?"

Winter bit her lip. “Oh baby… you don't know?”

"Know what?"

Winter handed you her phone. "Don't shoot the messenger."

It was the Griffin college class of 2024 chat, with all 150 students.

You nearly dropped the phone when you saw it.

It was your picture – no, it was your nude. You were lying in bed, completely naked.

“What the hell is this doing on the group chat?"

The picture was followed by lots of comments and laughing emojis.

Winter snatched the phone back. "I think you've seen enough."

Your knees gave way and you slumped to the floor. Guilt, shame, fear, were all welling up inside you faster than you could process. You burst into tears.

Winter patted your back. "How did that picture even get out?"

You sniffed. "I dunno. The only person I sent it to was... Haechan."

The realisation dawned upon you. It had to have been him.

Haechan was your boyfriend. He was the cute boy who was always ten minutes late to class, with warm brown eyes and a devilish smirk. He was the boy who would never let you leave his room without wearing something of this – a beanie, a hoodie, (his boxers, once) – so you ‘wouldn’t forget him’.

You'd only been dating three months, but you loved him, and he loved you back… or so you thought.

You stood up. “I need to see him.”

Winter squeezed your hand. “I’ll be here if you need me.”

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It wasn’t hard to find Haechan.

He was in the cafeteria, surrounded by a group of boys, being cheered on and fist bumped. Haechan was grinning like he had just won the lottery.

Your frown deepened the closer you got.

“Can’t believe you smashed her, bro. Nice one!” Johnny, one of the seniors, said to Haechan.

Haechan smiled awkwardly. “Err, thanks I guess…”

“Give us all the details!” Johnny said.

Haechan shrugged. “Well…”

When Haechan spotted you, the smile dropped off his face.

Doyoung, another senior, pushed Haechan to the side and stepped towards you. He raked his eyes all the way down your body.

“Hey baby girl, I heard you’re gagging for it. Wanna take this for a ride?” Doyoung grabbed his crotch, face leering.

You resisted the urge to slap Doyoung. “The only thing I want is to run you over, asshole. Fuck you!”

You stared at Haechan, waiting to hear the string of curses he would unleash on his friends. But he just stood there, rubbing his elbow, trying to avoid your gaze.

You turned and sprinted out onto the field. You couldn’t take this any longer. You ran till your legs started to ache.

You heard a voice from behind you. “Y/n, wait up! Jeez, I forget you’re freakishly fast.”

It was Haechan. You turned around to see him gripping his side, wheezing.

His dark hair was a birds’ nest, and his brown skin was glowing with sweat. You hated that he still looked gorgeous.

“What do you want?” you spat.

Haechan straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face. “Y/n. I’m so sorry… the photo, I-“

“How could you send that to everyone?” you said, interrupting him. “That was meant for your eyes only!”

Haechan shook his head vigorously. “No! I didn’t send it to everyone, I swear!”

You frowned. “Then how did it get out?”

Haechan gulped, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Well I mean… I did send it to Jeno. But I told him not to share it with anyone! I made him swear on his mother’s life!”

“What the fuck, Haechan! Why would you do that?”

Haechan sighed. “Look, Jeno was bragging about all the hot girls he’s slept with, and showing me their pics. I just wanted to… be included.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" You shoved his chest. "I hate you!"

You turned around, ready to leave again.

"Wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm.

You looked into his big, shining brown eyes. Would Haechan finally take responsibility for what he’d done?

But instead, Haechan whined, "It wasn't even me, though, it was Jeno!"

You yanked your arm away.

You had turned down Haechan's best friend Jeno a year ago. Ever since then, he'd been cruel to you. Was this his form of payback?

You huffed. "You’re the one who shared the photo in the first place! We're breaking up. Obviously."

Haechan made a face that reminded you of an abandoned puppy. "But why? I said sorry like a bajillion times!”

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" You said, your voice rising. "Everyone’s calling me a mega slut, when I’ve slept with one guy. You.” You groaned. “We only had sex four times, for god’s sake!”

"And those were the best four nights of my life!" Haechan said. "Please don't do this."

You scowled. "Why do you need me, anyway? You could have any girl you wanted… Mr Stud. Oh, face it, you loved the attention. All those guys clapping you on the back…”

Haechan screwed up his lip. "What do you want me to say? Those guys didn't even know my name before this!”

"Well you have plenty of time to hang out with them," you said. “Coz don’t have a girlfriend anymore.”

Haechan hung his head, brown hair flopping over his eyes.

You sniffed. You’d wanted to be tough, but you it was impossible. Tears began rolling down your cheeks. "What if my parents find out? Or my professors? Can people get expelled over this? Oh my god!"

Haechan stretched his arm put to comfort you, but he pulled it back at the last minute. He stood there in awkward silence as you sobbed.

After a few minutes, you finally managed to stop your tears. You felt utterly exhausted.

Haechan was still standing there. He was digging his nails into his palm, the way you knew he only did when he was extremely stressed.

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak first.

"I'd like you to leave now, Haechan."

Haechan sucked in a breath, his brown eyes glistening. "Okay, I'll go. But I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

You scoffed and turned away. You couldn't look at Haechan right now. One glimpse of his cute nose or the moles on his cheek would be enough to melt your heart.

You didn't turn back until his footsteps had completely retreated.

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The next three weeks were rough, though nothing was as hellish as that first day.

Mostly people had gone back to ignoring you, but you still avoided any parties or big gatherings.

What hurt the most was losing Haechan.

He wasn't just your boyfriend; he was your best friend too. You missed cuddling him at the end of a long day, you missed hearing him sing in the shower and then come out in nothing but a towel and a smirk.

You also missed the sex. You had barely started doing it, and you were enjoying getting to know his body and your own. You had just discovered that Haechan's weak spot was his ear lobe, and that if you kissed it just right, he would purr.

You should never have sent that stupid nude. You should never have trusted Haechan.

You felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet.

Haechan had texted you a thousand times, but you ignored them all. At least he had the decency to stay away from you in class. He'd just watch you from the other side of the room, a mopey expression glued to his face.

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The next day, you were in the library, face buried in an organic chemistry textbook, when you started hearing increasingly loud murmurs.

You looked up and saw people running out of the library.

You were about to get back to your homework when you saw Winter running towards you.

She was waving at you frantically. "Y/n, come quick! It's Haechan!"

Your heart was in your throat as you followed Winter and the increasing crowd of students into the cafeteria.

When you saw Haechan, you gasped.

Haechan was standing on top of a table in the centre of the cafeteria. His arms were spread wide, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"My name is Haechan and I'm twenty-two years old." He yelled. "And this..." He reached for his belt buckle. "Is me naked. Take a good look, people!"

The crowd collectively gasped.

Haechan shoved down his trousers and underpants to his ankles, and stood there, hand on his hips.

You could see his strong tanned legs, his muscled butt, the dark patch of curly hair at the base of his completely exposed penis.

You smacked your hand across your mouth, unable to believe what was happening.

Everyone was staring. Some people started giggling, others pulled out their phone and started recording.

Winter, who was standing by your side, started to boo, but you elbowed her in the ribs, shutting her up.

"Get down from there at once!" The piercing voice of the Dean shocked everyone. Most people dispersed.

Haechan got down and pulled up his pants. He walked towards you, seemingly unbothered by the yelling professors and laughing students all around.

He stopped in front of you and stuck his hand out.

"Hi, I'm Haechan," he said, smiling.

You shook his hand tentatively, ignoring the way your skin buzzed where you touched him.

"Err... what are you doing?" You asked, half chuckling.

Haechan's expression turned serious. "Look, Y/n. I know what I just did doesn't make up for what I did to you but... I'd really like for us to start again. I miss you, a lot."

You paused. "Hmm... I don't know about that, Haechan."

Haechan's entire body deflated. He looked devastated as he nodded solemnly. "I completely understand," he said, turning away.

"Wait!"

Haechan turned around. His eyes met yours.

"But… I will let you buy me a coffee. And we can take it from there."

Haechan could have beat his chest with happiness.

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style (j.m.)

a/n: this is a test to see if i really am shadowbanned. i have excluded any links and tags.

show/movie: outer banks

pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

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synopsis: good-girl kook y/n and bad boy pogue jj, something that y/n doesn’t want to go out of style. no matter what brought them together.

warnings: fwb kinda gig, secret relationship (a little), infidelity (kinda), steamy make-out

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Eleven o’clock at night, Y/N sat there, eyes trained on the window waiting for the text to pop up onto her phone. Dressed in her best dress with the shortest skirt that she knew he loved, she waited for JJ - the Pogue bad boy her parents hated. She wasn’t sure what it was about JJ that made her lose all control. Made her lose her good-girl facade, but she knew for sure it wasn’t to piss off her parents since they didn’t even know about her hanging around JJ, she made sure of that in fear that they would ruin it.

“jj and sandra are leaving the wreck in two dif cars” Kie texted the group chat between her, Y/N and Sarah, before adding three side-eye emojis. Y/N glanced at it, eyes narrowing. When Kie texted telling them that he was hanging out with her, anger and jealousy filled Y/N even though she knew she had no place. They weren’t actually dating. They are just slightly more than hooking up. JJ took her to their secret hangout spot for romantic picnics and she was content knowing that she was the only one he did that for. Their hookups were more like sleepovers with sex, he would spend weeks holed up in her room when John B just assumed he was hooking up with random people.

“kick a soccer ball at her new nose on the first day of school, y/n.” Sarah urged. Sandra Hanson was the only other kook other than Kie and Y/N who went to the public school. Sarah is planning to transfer, but she cannot make any promises as of yet. Sitting comfortably in slightly higher than middle class, Y/N’s parents were not too happy about their daughter wanting to go to public school, but they surrendered to her begging. They didn’t know it was a ploy to get closer to her crush, JJ. Sandra had been expelled from the Kook Academy for disorderly conduct.

“they appeared to be doing homework but idk, seems sus.” Kie texted back an update. Y/N stood from the foot of her bed, pacing around. She hasn’t heard from JJ for weeks. She hadn’t even really heard from him, only getting a ‘be ready by midnight’ text from him after radio silence. This wasn’t uncommon for them. Y/N had hinted about wanting more for their relationship and JJ had seemed to disappear for a little bit besides them hanging out within their friend group.

‘jj doing homework? Yeah right” Sarah sent with an eye-roll emoji. “ idk tho why would jj suddenly take interest in sandra when hes obvi obsessed with y/n, something is up…” She added quickly, a second grey bubble popping up under the other.

Y/N ignored this as the clock changed to eleven fifty-nine, igniting a swirl of butterflies within her stomach. Nobody knew about them. Well, what there was to know about them. They didn’t know about the late nights spent tangled together, stripped of clothes and defences - naked in front of each other. They didn’t know that Y/N’s classic, signature red lipstick stained JJ’s neck and other bits of skin regularly. They didn’t know anything.

The distant and familiar rattle of John B’s van excited her. Looking out her window, she could see the dark silhouette of the van turning into her driveway, pausing for a moment. Even with the headlights off, she could see, in the glow of the moon, JJ’s arm reaching out and punching in the code for the gate in her driveway. A burst of warmth filled her heart at the thought of JJ knowing the code to her gate off by heart.

Rushing out of her room and down the stairs, she was too eager to wait for him to even get out of the van and meet her at the door. By the time he was pulling up, she was already out the door and locking it. “Wow, someone’s eager.” JJ whistled, eyes shamelessly raking her up and down, checking her out.

“Oh, shut up.” She teased, rolling her eyes in fake annoyance. The smile stretching across her red painted lips gave her away. JJ, despite her already heading for the van, got out. She paused for a second, breath-taken away by the sight. She swears he moves in slow-motion half the time. Like a cheesy slow-motion clip of a really hot character in a show.

JJ was the type of guy that made even the simplest outfit look hot. Blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket (definitely not the outfit worn in the picture Kie sent the group chat earlier). Just three simple pieces of clothing and he looks like sex on a stick. She watched him, slightly slack jawed, as he stretched, his muscles flexing. The white shirt did little to hide his defined abdomen as the moonlight rained down upon him like a spot light. His hands reached into his blonde locks, tossing the perfectly styled hair just the right way (again, much different than the messy hair hidden beneath the backwards baseball cap in the picture Kie sent).

The one piece of solstice she had within her relationship was that JJ tried with her. The other girls he’s seen with, he puts in the minimum amount of effort with them. But with her, he tried. Tried with his physical appearance, his emotions, and his intellect. The sentiment warmed her heart, her vital organ glowing like a star (something only JJ could make it do).

“Alright, let’s get going,” JJ groaned as he stretched more, his white shirt rising up just enough to allow his lower stomach to peek through. She nodded, following him as he led her towards the passenger side of the van. Opening the door for her, he gave her his hand to help her up. The contact of their skin was like an electric stock to her, making her flex her hand once he let go of it, closing the door. Her keen eyes didn’t fail to pick up the same movement from JJ’s hand as he jogged around the van. “I thought we would just drive around, there is some really rich Kook thing happening on the beach right by our spot.”

“Sounds good to me.” She sighed, wiggling in the seat to get comfortable. As much as they both tried within their thing, they both found themselves one-hundred percent comfortable with each other. She knew them too well. This long drive could end in burning flames or paradise. Either sending them into another flurry of sex, heat, and passion or into another pit of minimum contact.

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Two AM. JJ drives them back to her house, his wild eyes seeming to have a hard time staying off her as she lounges back in her seat. His hand, clamped on her bare thigh, squeezed gently, making her look over at him. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight, her hair flowing around them as he sped down the street. The corner of her lips turned up into a sweet smile, making his knees weak. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, the goodest Kook of them all, that drove him wild in such a tame and domesticated way, but it scared him. It scared him that he loved that red lip, classic look so much. It scared him that he loved her.

Pulling up to her gate once again, this time the yellow-tinted headlights of the van reflected back of the steel gate, hitting them. Easily, he punched in the code, slowly driving forward as the gate squeaked open. The van was bathed in a comfortable silence, as if they had been married for five years already. Just enjoying each other’s presence.

Wordlessly, they both got out, JJ’s hand finding the small of her back as they walked to her front door together. Nobody needed to say anything. They had an unspoken communication that JJ was coming into her house.

Y/N had doubts. She was tired of their circles. She wanted something more, but the last time she brought it up, it sent JJ into hiding for weeks. All the lights were off, just as she suspected as her parents were on a business trip, as she opened the door, letting them both in. Without hesitation, he walks past her as she turns around to shut and lock the door.

She could hear the rustling of him shrugging out of his leather jacket, discarding it onto the coat rack he knew they used religiously. In the back of her mind, she considers telling him to leave because she knows this will never change, this will lead to the exact same thing, but as she turns around to see him standing there, she decides going in the circle of crashing down and coming back every time was a much better option.

“I heard you were out and about with some other girls. Audrey Glassman last night at a Pogue party and Sandra Hanson tonight at the Wreck.” She brought up, eyebrows raised as she tried to play her jealousy off as intrigue and curiosity. JJ could see right through her, he always could.

Bowing his head, he slowly walked to her, closing the distance between them and she let him, standing there unmoving as she watched him get closer. “Look, yes, I hung out with them, but Y/N, I couldn’t get you off my mind for the past few weeks. It’s been driving me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was with them.” He told her earnestly, hands falling on her hips as he stepped toe-to-toe to her, his breath fanning her face as they stared into each other’s eyes.

She hummed, head bowing for a second as she nodded. She knew what he was saying. She found her eyes flicking up to meet his. She swore that for a second, she was feeling what her grandmother felt whenever she gushed about the time she met James Dean. The same handsome sparkle she sees in the old picture of the two (she was pretty sure they dated but, her grandmother won’t confess). “Yeah, I’ve been there too a few times.” She admitted.

It was true. JJ always seemed to occupy her mind. Even when she was with other guys. The way he cannot seem to keep his wild eyes on the road when they’re driving somewhere. The way he fits right into her house as if he lives there too. The way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her. It was never sexual (well, rarely sexual) whenever she thought of him. Sure, she thought of his touch, but it was the comforting feel of his hand on her lower back as he’s guiding her to their private date spot in the dark or the light feeling of his fingertips pressing into her upper back whenever he feels protective over her (usually whenever Rafe is nearby).

“What do you say, Baby,” JJ asked, using his hands planted on her hips to pull her flush to him. She gasped, looking down at their bodies pressed against each other. She could feel every bump and dip of his body. She could feel his defined muscles, she could feel the heat radiating off him. She could feel another bump. Gingerly, her fingers found themselves dancing along his back, feeling the way his muscles rippled when he moved ever so slightly. “You forgive me? Nothing happened with either of them, you have my word and I might not have much, but I do have that.”

He leaned his head down, their foreheads touching in such a sweet and innocent way, a stark contrast to the way their bodies felt flush against each other, his nose brushing against hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she could feel his staring at her intently. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished in the feeling. His breath fanned over her lips as he watched her intently, not doing anything until he knew for sure she was okay. Slowly, almost non-existent, there was a nod. “Yeah.” She breathed out.

“Good,” He breathed out in the same way. “Now, let me show you exactly why you were on my mind when I was with them.” He whispered seconds before their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss. It was messy, hands roaming everywhere, lips mushed together so hard it almost hurt. Tongues and a little bit of spit moving from mouth to mouth, but they didn’t care if drool was rolling down either of their faces. They were too absorbed in the feeling of each other.

Chests rose and fell rapidly and it was only a few seconds in, but that’s how passionate they are. Hums, moans, and panting were the only sounds in the quiet house as her Hands gripped the bottom of JJ’s t-shirt, pulling it up. Her knuckles dragged along his abs (both for her pleasure and his) making his muscles ripple and his back hunch slightly. Humming into the kiss at the feeling, Y/N nearly ripped the shirt off him, making him pull away to get rid of the barrier before resuming the kiss with more vigour, forcefully lifting her up into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist as some sort of automatic response. His arms tightened around her waist, pushing her against him. Her pelvis rolled against his clothed bulge, making him whine slightly at the feeling.

The air in the room was already thick with the smell of arousal and sex. Their skin became sticky as they worked each other up, hands roaming each other’s bodies like someone exploring new land. It was as if they were a force when together, possessing the power to make any room seem like a sex room in under ten seconds.

With her back pressed into the wall suddenly, JJ’s weight pressing her flush against it, he rolled his pelvis into hers making her tear her lips away from him, the feeling of his clothed, jean-clad pelvis rolling against hers that was basically only covered by her panties due to her skirt riding up send shock waves through her body. His lips latched onto her throat without a second thought, inciting another gasp from her - a sound that drove him mad. Another quick roll and she cried out, body falling forward onto him. Tears pricked her eyes as her head pulled back, hitting the wall. JJ’s tongue licked the spot he knew made her weak, humming at the sound of her whimper before biting it gently, enticing a gasp from her. Her breasts pressed against him harder, her fingers disappearing into his blonde hair as he continued his attack on her neck.

Sure, she should have told him to leave, but that wouldn’t have fixed anything. There is no way to pull them apart. No matter how many times she tells him to leave, they just keep coming back because they will never go out of style. Never. Now, be that the sheer magnitude of their passion and feelings or the pull of the stereotype they so perfectly fit, Y/N had no idea, but she never wanted it to stop.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Remind Me, Part One

Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. The problem is he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s too little too late and it’s over between them.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, marital strain, brief mention of infidelity

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Okay, so this isn’t what I had in mind when I started writing this... It went super angsty, and it wasn’t my intention. That being said, I kinda like it! All mistakes are mine, but a big thank you to @jbbarnesgirl for reading this through for me! The song used is Remind Me by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood. The lyrics are in italics.

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Looking over her reflection again, Y/N checked her makeup and hair were still flawless. Her dress draped over her frame just right, and her jewellery caught the light, sparkling and shining as brightly as the night stars. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was ready.

Jensen’s new co-stars were in Austin for SXSW, and she wanted her first meeting with them to be perfect. He spoke so highly of them and knew they’d helped him immensely with the stress of a new role and his initial homesickness when he moved to Toronto.

Grabbing her purse, she took one final look in the mirror and forced a smile to her lips. She was getting good at that. She loves her life; loves her husband, but recently, she feels like he doesn’t love her anymore. Something had shifted in Toronto, and they were like ships passing in the night most days. It saddened her that she’d been surprised Jensen had even thought to invite her tonight.

Walking downstairs, she saw Jensen scrolling on his phone, waiting for her. Her heels clacking on the hardwood floor caught his attention, and he glanced up. His jaw went slack, and his gaze softened, and at that moment, Y/N felt a little bit of hope for their marriage blooming in her chest, but so much still had to be ironed out between them.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, twirling around. “Will I do?” she smiled shyly.

“You more than do, sweetheart. Don’t ever think otherwise. You look beautiful,” Jensen smiled, stepped towards her and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “Ready to go?” At her nod, he held his arm out for her to hold and led them to the car waiting for them in the driveway.

Jensen helped her into the vehicle and shut her door before slipping around the back and into the seat next to her. He glanced over at her, transfixed by the way the sunset colours graced her hair and skin, making her glow. She was gazing out the window, watching the world pass by, and he felt a pang in his chest.

He didn’t know when she started walking on eggshells around him, and he could feel her slowly pull away. He knows it’s his fault; she’d been infinitely patient with him when he was filming The Boys. Due to the pandemic, they couldn’t travel to see each other, and there could be no weekend visits home. He’d been gone for six months straight.

Jensen did his best to keep a regular schedule of phone calls and FaceTime, but as filming amped up, he took to texting her whenever he could. Then it was the toll of portraying a dark character that took hold of him, and he found himself texting even less. Sometimes going days only responding to her messages with emojis. What he regretted most was that when life started to get back to normal up there, he began choosing a social life with his new friends instead of going home and calling his wife.

The thing was, he thought about her constantly; talked about her constantly, and no other woman held any kind of interest for him. He didn’t know why it was so hard to talk to her. There was so much guilt. She missed him terribly, and Jensen could tell when she was close to her breaking point, but she’d keep her voice upbeat and smile regardless.

For his sake, she tried to hide her real feelings from him. But he knew. He was her husband; of course, he knew. That hurt him deeply, and yet, he didn’t make an effort to try harder, and the longer it went on, the harder it was to talk to her, and the more it became inappropriate to have such a discussion over the phone.

When he came home, she was knee-deep in projects. The brewery, redecorating the house, working hard on their production company. He wasn’t much better. As soon as he was home, he immediately started looking for new roles and threw himself into work too, and somehow, despite her running straight into his arms when he got home and the sweet love they made all night, they seemed to keep drifting further apart.

They were always in different places, working on different things, flying to different cities, spending less and less time together, and even less speaking to one another. It got to the point when they were in the house at the same time, they didn’t know what to say to each other. Their conversations were terse. After the obligatory ‘how are you’, in which they both answered with a half-hearted ‘fine’, all they talked about was work or something that needed doing around the house. It was as if they’d forgotten how to be a couple. Be husband and wife. Lovers.

Oh, he wanted to. He always did, but it didn’t feel right initiating sex when he could barely say two words to her. And he knew it was his fault. Y/N hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d stopped calling her when he was in another city for six months, he’d stopped texting, and he’d shut her out long before she started doing it to him. Now, he didn’t know how to get her back.

“Excuse me?” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, ma’am?” The driver asked his eyes on hers through the rear-view mirror.

“If you don’t mind, could you turn the radio up a little? I love this song,” she smiled, and it was a beautiful sight. One he hadn’t seen in a long time. A genuine one, too, not the fake one she usually had plastered on every day.

“Of course, ma’am,” he nodded and turned the volume up on the opening notes of what was unmistakably a country song, and Jensen smiled. They both had a soft spot for country music.

We didn’t care if people stared We’d make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody’d tell us to get a room It’s hard to believe that was me and you

He didn’t know this song, and the words cut through him like a knife. There was a time when Jared and Misha always told them to get a room.

Now we keep saying that we’re okay But I don’t wanna settle for good not great I miss the way that it felt back then I wanna feel that way again

They were great once, and he desperately hoped they could be again. He just needed to take a long, hard look at himself and decide what he wanted to say to her. An apology, definitely, but he also had to find a way to describe how he felt back in Toronto and how it made him shut down a little just to get through some of the fucked up shit he had to film.

Been so long that you’d forget The way I used to kiss your neck Remind me Remind me

He glanced at her again and watched as she sang along quietly. The lyrics made him focus on the pulse point on her neck. The noise she makes when he sucks the skin there… it made him weak in the knees just thinking about it.

So on fire, so in love Way back when we couldn’t get enough Remind me Remind me

Jensen was stunned that the words he was hearing could’ve been specifically about them. He wondered if that’s why she liked this song so much. Did it give her solace that one day soon, they’d finally speak of the elephant in the room?

Remember the airport dropping me off We were kissing goodbye and we couldn’t stop I felt bad ‘cause you missed your flight But that meant we had one more night

Y/N was from Vancouver. That��s where her family were, where she used to work, and where they’d met. She used to travel down to Austin to visit during hiatus, and more than once, she missed her flight home. The pang was back as he suddenly remembered that she’d moved to Austin permanently to be with him just before they married, and not long after that, the world shut down.

She gave up everything to be with him, her family, her friends, her job. All for him. Y/N had known very few people in Austin and didn’t know how to navigate the city, and yet, she loved him so much that she was prepared to give up everything for him. And what had he done in return? Made her feel even more isolated.

Do you remember how it used to be? We’d turn out the lights and we didn’t just sleep Remind me Remind me

Oh, he remembered. He remembered those days all too well, even if they hadn’t had them in six or seven months. They were at one point insatiable, and most nights before they went to sleep, they’d have a little play time with each other before they fell asleep satisfied and content in each other’s arms. Now he was lucky if she didn’t sleep at the very edge of the bed, as far away from him as she could be.

Oh, so on fire, so in love That look in your eyes that I miss so must Remind me Baby remind me

Y/N always commented on how he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. And she was. She is. The only one he wants anyway. He can’t believe he let things get this bad. All because he was too scared to tell the love of his life that he knew he’d fucked up and was sorry.

I wanna feel that way I wanna hold you close Oh, if you still love me Don’t just assume I know

If you still love me. That one line had him almost breaking down in tears. He hoped she wasn’t questioning his love for her, but he knew it was unlikely. He’d given her no indication that he still loved her. Wanted her. The thought that he could lose her if he didn’t do something… anything to fix this hit him like a damn freight train. He needed to start this discussion now, but he couldn’t. They’d be pulling up to the restaurant any minute.

Oh, baby remind me Remind me Oh, yeah

Oh, do you remember the way it felt You mean back when we couldn’t control ourselves Remind me Yeah remind me

He knew what he needed to do, but later. Once they were home and had all night to talk and cry it all out. He was supposed to meet with an Executive Producer about another pilot for their company first thing in the morning, but that could wait. Everything was going to wait until he fixed this. He needed to remind her that nothing was more important than her.

All those things that you used to do That made me fall in love with you Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Jensen reached across the space between them and took one of her fidgeting hands in his. Y/N tensed for a minute before clasping her fingers with his. And that hurt. Out of everything he’d thought about on this car ride—realised from a damn country song no less—the fact she hadn’t expected him to take her hand, give her that small, intimate gesture of affection and comfort that he used to give her constantly, shattered his heart completely.

Yeah, you’d wake up in my old t-shirt All those mornings I was late for work Remind me Oh, baby remind me

Oh, baby remind me Baby remind me

Jensen was going to fix this. Well, he was going to try. He wouldn’t be surprised if she told him where to go. If she couldn’t forgive him and left his sorry ass, he’d accept that. It was his fault, after all. He deserved it.

The last thing he thought before he spoke was the image of her climbing out of their bed and putting on his shirt to cover her modesty as she went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and make breakfast for him. And once again, just like the song said, he was always late for work those mornings.

“Can we talk later, once we’re home?” Jensen said as he looked over at his wife shyly. Y/N looked at him, her big eyes hard to read, another thing he hated. He used to be able to know what she was thinking or feeling without her saying a word. Either he’d lost that closeness with her, or she was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she smiled sadly.

Neither of them knew what would be said or how it would end, but he’d opened that line of communication between them and had to let the cards fall where they may.

Jensen unlocked the door, pushing it open and letting her enter first. Locking it behind them, he smiled as she walked down the hall, removing the heels that had no doubt been pinching her feet all night. Y/N truly looked stunning tonight. She shone so brightly at the restaurant, laughing and joking with his co-stars, winning them all over. Several of them told her that Jensen constantly talked about her, adding that everything he said hadn’t done her justice.

When he caught up with her, she’d pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. They hadn’t had much to drink tonight, wanting to be as sober as possible for what was to come. “Do you want a glass? Or can I get you something else?” she asked him as he sat at the kitchen island, and she opened the cabinet to pull down a wine glass.

“Uh, yeah. Wine would be great,” Jensen swallowed harshly, his mouth as dry as the desert and palms getting clammy the closer they got to this conversation. “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart,” he smiled as she walked over to the island with a glass in each hand.

“Thank you, Jensen,” Y/N looked down shyly and bit her lip at the compliment.

Jensen expected her to sit opposite him, so when she filled the glasses, put the bottle back in the fridge and moved to sit on the stool beside him, he could’ve cried in relief that she didn’t feel the need to have a three-foot marble barrier between them.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Jensen blurted out. “I don’t know what came over me this past year, and I have no excuse or explanation to justify any of it. I don’t want it to. What I did was wrong, and if I could take it back, I would.”

“What happened up there?” Y/N asked, concern furrowing her brow.

“When I first got up there, and it kinda sunk in that I wouldn’t see you for months, and I didn’t know anyone there, it hit me so hard. It took me a while to settle,” Jensen glanced up, saw her full attention was on him, and nodded. Y/N knew this part. She helped him through this part.

“When filming started, I settled in with everyone and the new set, new routines,” she knew all this too, but he didn’t want to skip over anything. “At first, it was sheer exhaustion that made me miss calls. I’d go home, crash on the couch, not even eat.”

Y/N took a long sip from her glass. He scanned her face and body language, looking for any hint of what was going through her mind, but there was nothing. She was listening, sure, but her walls were up, and she was giving nothing away.

“Then, there were the workouts and the relentless choreography for fight scenes, stunts, and long filming hours, and the exhaustion got worse. After that, the scenes we shot got darker and darker and yeah, I did more than a few of those in Supernatural, but this… It was constant. It took a huge toll on me mentally, and whenever I spoke to you, you were so stressed with work and the businesses. I knew how much you missed me, how upset you were, and I didn’t want to burden you with my shit. I couldn’t put that on you too. Not when everything you were already feeling was my fault.”

“Jensen,” Y/N almost whispered.

“God, the guilt! I’m your husband. I’m supposed to be there to take care of you. Protect you. And I hurt you in so many ways, and the harder it got talking to you, the easier it got to just… not call.”

“I’m your wife, Jensen. Regardless of my issues, I’m supposed to be the one you lean on. Which by the way, what I was going through was nothing compared to what you had going on. We’re supposed to be a team. We’re supposed to talk about the hard stuff and work through it together. I moved to another country to be with you, and you left me alone, and I don’t just mean physically. I was here in this goddamn huge house with no one. I think you forget my family and friends are in Canada. I gave up everything for you, and I didn’t even get a daily phone call from the one person I should be able to rely on! The one person who should be relying on me!” she sobbed.

“I know,” Jensen breathed. Y/N was angry, and he knew he deserved every bit of her anger. Still, at least she was talking to him and letting her walls down. Letting him back in. “Baby, I’m not proud of it, and I’m not excusing it. I told myself it was to protect you. And myself. But it was selfish and unkind of me to do that to you.”

“Unkind? Jensen, it was cruel,” Y/N stated. Jensen’s brow furrowed in despair, and tears sprang to his eyes. “Did you know I thought you were cheating on me?” Those words were a knife to his heart.

“What? Baby, no! No, never! I’d never! How could you even think that?” The thought never crossed his mind to cheat. He’d never, ever do something like that to her. Or anyone. The idea that she would think that never once entered his thought process when he was in Toronto. That slap in the face served as a massive wake-up call for him.

“How could I not? All the signs were there, Jensen,” she scoffed. “You were in another country. You were avoiding me, dodging my calls, shutting me out, lying to me.”

“Lying? What do you mean?” This was news to him.

“One day, when you actually answered my call, I asked what you were doing that night. You told me nothing. You were tired and going home. Going straight to bed. And you know what I see on Instagram the next morning? The whole cast was in a bar, celebrating Erin’s birthday, and you were the life and soul of the fucking party. I didn’t know why you thought you couldn’t tell me you were going out. Unless you were having an affair.”

Jensen didn’t even remember having that conversation with her and could find no words of comfort for her. She was right. What he did to her was cruel. “You never said anything,” his voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, well, after that, you stopped calling me and never answered any of mine, so how could I?” Y/N fumed as she stepped off the stool.

“Baby, please!” Jensen begged. “Sit down so we can talk about this.”

“I need a minute,” she fired back, walking towards the stairs and disappearing up to their far too cold bedroom.

Y/N went into their ensuite, locking the door behind her. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, she finally let the tears fall. She understood that he was in a bad place. They’d watched both seasons of The Boys. It was fucked up, and that was putting it politely. What upset her most was that he felt he couldn’t talk to her about it, and what did that say about her as a wife?

Wiping her face, she stood up and walked to the sink. Scoffing at her ruined makeup, she opened the drawer and pulled out her cleansers, meticulously scrubbing at her skin, feeling like she was talking off her armour. Staring at herself in the mirror, skin red and eyes puffy, she asked herself if she could forgive him.

Stripping out of her dress and underwear, she returned to the master bedroom and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a flannel that was Jensen’s. Taking a few deep breaths, she returned downstairs, needing to finish this conversation with her husband.

Now barefoot, he didn’t hear her come down the stairs or her footsteps approaching on the hardwood floor. Jensen’s head was in his hands, and Y/N thought she could hear him sniffling. His attention was brought to her presence when she opened the fridge, pulled out the wine bottle, and refilled both glasses before sitting next to him.

“I swear to you, there was no one else. I understand if you don’t believe me, but it’s true,” Jensen spoke quietly, his voice deeper with emotion.

“I believe you,” her response was so quiet he barely heard it.

“You do?” he checked, sighing deeply in relief. “Thank you.”

“You understand why I thought there was, right?” she checked. “If the shoe was on the other foot, and I did to you what you were doing to me, what would you think was going on?” Y/N’s voice was stern, the walls going back up to protect her heart. “Not to mention how tense things have been since you came home. We live in the same house and barely see each other, Jensen.”

“I know, and I want to change that. I can’t live like this anymore. I need my wife by my side. I need her support and her encouragement,” Jensen admitted.

“You always had it, Jay,” she sighed, defeated. “You just chose not to let me give it to you, and that hurts. I need time to think about everything. Thank you for finally talking to me and explaining what was going on, but it’s taken you all this time to talk to me about it, and I don’t know if I can forgive that. I don’t know if I can stay with you and trust that the same thing won’t happen on the next job you take,” Y/N explained tearfully.

“Y/N, please!” Jensen begged. “I love you so much! I can’t…”

“I just need some time to think. You’ve lost my trust, Jensen. And that’s something I never expected from you. I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Give us both some space,” she told him.

“Y/N/N, baby… I need you to know that I love you. Always,” Jensen’s voice wavered, his own emotions bubbling over at what he prayed to God wasn’t going to be a permanent goodbye.

“Good night, Jay.” Y/N stood, grabbed her full wine glass, and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

Part Two

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamons @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731 @im-totally-not-dezi

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nimata-beroya · 3 months

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For the emoji ask game!

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(PS if you feel like it, can we hear more about Betrothal? 👀)

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Since you ask, @lost-in-derry, (thank you so much for that, btw) let me tell you about the angsty part of The Betrothal. I don't want to spoil too much, but besides being an Order 66 didn't happen AU, this also is an Arranged Marriage AU. Both Kallus' and Zeb's fathers are Senators and arranged their sons' marriage as part of a deal. Kallus is just resigned to it, his father doesn't care if he wants or not, but Zeb hates the idea as soon as he hears it. He warms up to it after spending some time with Kallus. Kallus has reasons not to like or trust Garazeb, and yet, he can't resist his charm.

That's when everything goes south, and I'm not telling you how or why, but they both end up at the hands of slavers (I haven't decided if Zygerrians or some other). Zeb is taken as a slave immediately to be a fighter, but *for reasons*, Kallus is confused as a slave trader. He plays the part until he can figure out how to get Zeb out there. But as if that wasn't enough, Kallus is a veteran of war (and Onderon happened, not for the same reasons, but with the same people and same result), so guess who also happens to be among the fighters (the champion to be defeated)? If you thought Gerrera's Lasat mercenary, you'd be correct.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure if you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I already answered it here, but I have so many ideas, that you're in luck. Let me tell you about another fic.

I want to write a fic with Cal Kestis and Merrin after Jedi Survivor where Cal struggles with the Dark Side. The idea is that one day he loses control again like he did in Nova Garon and Katra is present. After he regains control, he senses fear coming from her, so he thinks she's afraid of him. In reality, she's afraid FOR him. She already lived something similar with her dad and that didn't end well, so...

Anyway, it's an excuse to write a moment between Cal and Katra, plus Merrin and Cal being adorable together 😆

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

I've said before, and I'll say it again. I don't write funny, comedy, or crack. I'm bad at it. So this snippet might not be as funny as I think it is. But whatever… It's from The One to Survive.

The high-pitched, mechanical voices of a pair of B1 droids come from the end of the hallway, “Did you hear about Vee-Tee Seven-Six-Four?” one asks. “Yes, his operative system got corrupted. Started thinking he could use the Force.” Dropper, Clawbird, and Onix share a look. Even when hidden behind his helmet, Onix senses Dropper’s wide eyes. Clawbird’s shoulders shake at the rhythm of their silent laugh. Onix tries to ignore the absurdness of that statement. He has heard nothing more ridiculous in his life. A second later, he’s proved wrong. “Is he going to be a Jedi now? How’s that work?” “It doesn’t. The commander shot him.”

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Well, this for Crosshair and my OC Katkris, and it goes under the cut because it's HOT and kinky 😏🔥🥵

TW: anal fingering, praise kink, D/s dynamic

Kat is kneeling on the bed between Crosshair's thighs. He looks so beautiful to her lying in bed, naked. His skin glistens with beads of sweat, and his cock lies on his stomach, hard and flushed. He's the perfect picture of decadence. He has his eyes closed, and his face is pinched with concentration when Kat slowly pushes two fingers into his greedy ass. His body swallows them, offering just a slight resistance as she slides them deeper. “You’re doing so good, baby. That’s it. Open up for me like the good boy that you are.” The praise provokes a familiar reaction: Crosshair’s ass muscles clench slightly, and he turns his face away into his arm, trying to hide the growing flush in his cheeks. She knows what praises do to him. They are a double-edged blade, eliciting both satisfaction and embarrassment at the same time. It satisfies him because her praises fulfill his great need to feel valued. It’s something that he got satisfied with in the past in the most toxic ways, and it has taken time and effort to unlearn unhealthy behaviors. The embarrassment comes with the difficulty of accepting a compliment, even when deserved. Also, he sees it as a weakness, knowing that he’d do almost anything to get simple praise from her.

#mare replies #ask game for teasing wips #kalluzeb #crosshair x oc #oc: katkris pex #gundark squad #the one to survive #the betrothal #praising crosshair #insurrection series #tcw #tbb #tbb crosshair #the clone wars #the bad batch #merrical #insurrection series answered #insurrection series sneak peek #tots sneak peek

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Eleanor's Apartment PARTIES: Farah Bolden-Landry & Eleanor SUMMARY: Eleanor gets a surprise visit from her younger sister who's hellbent on getting her out of Wicked's Rest. WARNINGS: Mention of substance abuse, depression

Farah Bolden-Landry was a fierce woman who had never backed down from any fight and stood firmly upon what she believed in. She wasn’t easily influenced and she spoke her mind no matter how uncomfortable it might make everyone else. She was Eleanor’s biggest role model and best friend, having taken the older girl under her wing almost immediately after she’d been dumped on the Bolden’s doorstep. She’d gladly invited Eleanor to share her bedroom, had made sure that everyone in the intimidating private school all of the Bolden children attended didn’t hurt a hair on her newest sister’s head, and was the first person Eleanor had ever opened up to about her sexuality.

It wasn’t easy for Eleanor to hide how poorly she was doing whenever it came to Farah. It was simple to put on a cheerful voice whenever her parents called or to send a few smiling emojis whenever the rest of her siblings texted, but Farah was different and at times Eleanor wondered if her sister was also an empath because of her uncanny ability to always know when something wasn’t right. She wasn’t used to others being able to pinpoint her emotional state and it made her skin crawl, ironic since she’d been accused of the very same thing her entire life.

It was because of Farah’s immense emotional intelligence that her surprise visit shook Eleanor to the core - she hadn’t even had time to prepare an elaborate speech about how much she loved her new life in her new town.

“Farah?” Eleanor blinked away the last remnants of sleep and stared blankly at her sister. She’d been ripped from her dreamless slumber at the sound of someone banging on her front door, her cotton pajama set crooked and her hair a rat’s nest. She hadn’t even bothered with her glasses which was why the familiar face was somewhat distorted. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Noon, Elle. It’s noon.” Farah responded in her husky voice and took in the dark circles under her older sister’s eyes (which she’d been successful at hiding from everyone else thus far under a layer or two of concealer) and the poor state of the apartment behind her. It wasn't like Eleanor to let her living space become unmanageable, even as a kid she’d been a neat freak and had insisted that everything had a place. “Mom and Dad gave me a big story about how you’re loving it in this shitty town and you're moving on quickly. They said that your therapy appointments are going well, too. I knew it was all a crock of shit. You’re really pulling off the hot grandma look, by the way.” She motioned to Eleanor’s pajamas with a smirk.

Eleanor frowned up at her sister. “Why’re you here?”

“It’s good to see you too.” Farah pushed her way past Eleanor and took a look around the small apartment. “Are you sleeping on the couch?”

Eleanor sighed, closed the door, and turned to face her fate. She’d thought she would have a lot more time before any of her family thought it necessary to make a house call - she’d obviously been letting her mask slip.

Her eyes landed on the couch with its mountain of pillows and blankets. She couldn’t tell the truth that she was terrified of sleeping in her bed because sometimes it still smelled like Lily and other times she would roll over in the dead of night and swear her girlfriend was lying there next to her, softly snoring like she always did.

“It was just one night.” She busied herself with cleaning up the mess on the couch as a way to avoid looking Farah in the eye as she lied through her teeth. “What brings you to Wicked’s Rest? Shouldn’t you be in Canada with your husband?” Farah had married a Canadian businessman and they traveled back and forth often in order to keep in touch with both of their families.

“He's busy and I wanted to come see my big sister.” The younger woman shared a smile.

“And to check up on me.”

Farah rolled her eyes and flopped down onto the newly tidied couch. “Can you blame me? You’ve been off the grid for a month now and the only things I’m hearing about you are coming from our parents. They’re easy to fool because they want to believe all the things you’re telling them. You know how gullible they are: they gave Dylan another loan two months ago because they still think he’s trying to start up a business even though every time they give him a big chunk of change the local plug gets a new Mercedes.”

Eleanor nodded slowly, her arms crossed over her chest. “So our brother is still struggling with addiction and you've chosen to come here and criticize me because I slept on the couch last night?”

“Not the point and you know it.” Farah responded in a condescending sing-song voice. “Where are all of these friends our parents say you’re making? Are they real or in your head?”

Eleanor scowled and turned to stomp into the kitchen. She needed to keep her hands busy so that she could think through her responses quickly - one wrong word and Farah would have her packed up and on a plane to Canada and there was absolutely nothing she’d be able to do about it.

But her friends were real, she just couldn’t give too much information about them unless she wanted to chance being placed in a padded room while at the same time being specific enough to ensure that her sister knew she wasn’t making anything up. What could she possibly say to Farah? Yeah, my friends are real! And guess what? One of them’s a vampire and the other another undead type. And there was even a water nymph, whatever the hell that is, and she threatened me with a knife before I unknowingly insulted her and she ran off. That wouldn’t go over too well. Her sister knew of her abilities, but she wouldn’t be so open to accepting more than that, even less so if the information was coming from her clinically depressed, recently traumatized sister.

“We’re all adults, they can’t just hang out at my place all day like we don’t have jobs.” Eleanor was surprised to find that her sister was correct about the time but still decided to start making herself breakfast. It was the first time in a week that she’d turned on the stove and let out a deep breath when it went over without a hitch despite being neglected in favor of takeout. “Um… there’s Metzli, we met when they offered to give me some inspiration for my book with their art. They’re an amazing artist, you should see some of their stuff. There’s Ariadne and she’s into ballet like me and she's really sweet.” She was also recently kidnapped, but apparently that’s just something that happens around here from time to time. “Teagan, uh,” although she tried to cover it with a cough the hesitation was noticeable, “Teagan’s here, too.”

“Those names sound made up. Except for Teagan, I kinda like that one. I’m gonna add it to the list.”

At the mention of Farah’s famed list Eleanor spun around and pounced on the opportunity to change the subject. “You two are still trying for a baby? How’re you ever gonna be able to pick a name if you keep adding to that damn list?”

As stern as she was, Farah was unable to stop herself from smiling in response to her sister’s enthusiasm. “Our efforts and the list are still going strong. Mom also offered to get me in touch with all the people they worked with just in case -”

“You’re gonna be able to have your own, sometimes it just takes a little bit of time.” Eleanor interjected when she felt the shift in her sister’s mood turn darker. “Don’t even think about that yet because it’ll just add stress.”

“But we also have to be realistic. And adoption isn’t bad at all, look at how we ended up because of it.” Farah looked over her sister again and Eleanor shifted uncomfortably at the pangs of guilt and pity that were directed towards her. She didn’t want either.

She turned back to the stove and a comfortable silence fell over the apartment, though she could feel that her sister was trying to find something to say that would convince Eleanor to leave with her. It would all be in vain, of course, but she would try as she had multiple times before.

“Elle…” Farah started and Eleanor looked over her shoulder, her jaw set and ready to protest, but she immediately melted when she saw the tired, concerned look on her sister’s face. “We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” She transferred the finished eggs onto a serving plate before she moved to the small desk she’d tucked into the corner of the living room and picked up two large notebooks to show Farah. “I’m working and it’s taking everything out of me, but that’s good! I’m researching and getting out of my apartment and meeting people -”

“For work.” Farah held up her hand to stop Eleanor before she could continue on her rant. “You’re researching and leaving your apartment and talking to people for work. You need to have people over just for fun, or go out and do something that doesn’t involve getting information for your next project. Hell, just go and get some coffee.”

“I’m always getting coffee!” Eleanor felt the frustration bubble up and out of her before she could stop it and she threw the notebooks back onto the table. “I’m always trying but there’s no results so no one sees that, Farah! I leave my apartment and it feels like the entire world is gonna come crashing down on me. I meet someone new and I have to decide whether those feelings that I’m having are actually mine or if I’m just experiencing whatever they’re feeling. I go to get coffee and I have to fight the urge to just drop to the ground because it’s so… loud.” Tears that she hadn’t realized had built up in her eyes spilled over and she swiped angrily at them. “She’s not here to help me anymore. I don’t get to have her around and have her calm me whenever things get bad and I don’t think people understand how awful that is because she’s not just gone, I feel her every single day and she’s terrified and in pain constantly. She’s here, in my mind, but I can’t see her or talk to her, but she’s there just out of reach. Every day, from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I feel everything! And the only advice I can get is ‘get out of the house’ or ‘make some friends’. I can leave the house, but she won’t be out there, and I can make some friends, but they won’t be her.”

Farah seemed frozen for a moment until she was finally able to get to her feet and cross the room to her sister. She gently wiped the tears from Eleanor’s cheeks and tapped the tip of her nose like she would do when they were younger.

“Not once have you said her name out loud - you can’t, can you?”

And there was no reason to argue because it was true. She could type Lily’s name while speaking with people online, but she couldn't bring the name to her lips. She thought life itself would end should she call out and receive no response.

“Come back with me, you’ll have your own side of the house with an actual office and everything, you won’t even have to see me and Daniel if you don’t want to. And when we have a kid… I’ll make sure to keep them away from you until they’re able to self-regulate their emotions. A baby would probably be a nightmare for you now that I’m thinking about it.” Farah straightened Eleanor's pajamas and quickly ran her fingers through the mess of hair atop her head, always the caretaker despite being the younger of the pair. “Everyone would be able to breathe a little bit better if they knew you were with us - or at the very least go home, Mom and Dad would probably die of happiness to have you back.”

Could she leave? She wouldn't want to move back in with her parents because she would be smothered. Her parents had always been concerned about her, but Lily’s disappearance had really amped it up. Eleanor knew that she would never know peace should she return to the Bolden household. But she could live with her sister, without a doubt, and happily at that. Farah was good at giving people space because she required a lot of it herself and she wouldn’t feel the need to check in every hour on the hour, maybe once or twice a day if she’d noticed Eleanor hadn’t left her room for food. It had been extremely easy for the two to share a room when they were teenagers and even though Farah was a little messier than Eleanor liked, they compromised nicely and were able to coexist without driving each other insane.

“You won’t be alone anymore.” Farah added, mistaking the faraway look on Elenaor’s face as her trying to come up with some excuse as to why she should stay.

Eleanor shook her head. “I’m not alone.” She was lonely but not alone, and even that could be fixed with a simple message to either Metzli or Ariadne. She knew either one would be at her front door the moment she confessed she needed them. But that was the problem, she didn’t want to bother them.

“Right, your friends with the weird names.” Farah sighed and took a step back. “Just think about it for me? We could have you packed up and out of here before the end of the week, promise. Only the best for you and absolutely nothing less. I really think that you need to get away from everything that reminds you of what used to be - I mean, what're you even doing here?"

Although Eleanor would have loved to say that she hadn’t been swayed by Farah’s promises she had to admit that the woman had offered an appealing deal. What was she doing in Wicked’s Rest? She couldn’t find a missing person all on her own, especially not now that the police would be no help since they’d determined that Lily wasn’t missing at all but had instead just ran off.

She pulled Farah into a hug. "I'm going to stay, even if it's just a little while longer. I promise I'll be in touch more and be more honest about what I'm going through - with you, not our parents. They don't need to be anymore worried."

Farah let out a short sigh and hugged her back. "You have six months, if you haven't gotten better by then you're coming back with me. I'll have it court ordered and everything, don't make me cause a scene."

And if there was one thing Farah didn't joke about it was causing a scene. Eleanor immediately felt the pressure of the deadline: six months to turn her life around, at least enough to trick her incredibly intuitive sister... would she be able to do it?

She had no choice but to try.

#wickedswriting #writing: an ultimatum #writing: solo #substance abuse tw #depression tw

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thechairanon · 28 days

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Wrote this as a fun little "Haha what if" scenario, but it ended a lot more existential-y than I thought it would.

What if I chose the Spoon emoji instead of the Chair emoji?

Spoons smiled at her reflection.

“Hello, pretty!” She said to herself. “You’re dazzling.”

Spoons spun around, taking in herself.

Her skin was slightly gray and shone like a ceramic doll. Her wavy silver hair gathered at her shoulders. She wore a dusty light purple renaissance festival style dress with a dark purple corset. Her belt clinked every time she moved due to the amount of spoons tied to it. Her black flats had beads sewn into the sides.

Spoons leaned into the mirror to take a closer look at her facial features.

Her eyes were a bright, startling green with flakes of gold and purple. Her mouth was full of sharp teeth that glinted in the unnatural light of the Void.

“Hello!” Chair greeted. They stood at the side of the mirror so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of their own reflection. “Welcome to the Void. What’s your name?”

“I’m you,” the new anon answered, “but you can just call me Spoons.”

“I… I’m sorry? What? Y-” Chair tried to process what the other anon said. “You’re me? No you’re not, I’m me. I think.”

Spoons laughed. “No, no. I’m what could’ve been you if our Creator had rolled with what she was familiar with: Spoons! That’s their IRL nickname, did you know?”

“N- no… Why did-”

“Why did she choose a chair emoji over a spoon emoji?” Spoons interrupted. “She thought it was funny. She saw a chair emoji in her ‘recently used emojis’ tab or whatever it’s called, and now here you are!” Spoons smiled. “A happy accident.”

“So why are you here?” Chair asked.

Spoons shrugged. “It’s April Fool’s day, so I think she just made me to explain why you’re here. My design was created within, like, fifteen minutes. Kind of like yours! Our Creator made your first reference post barely a day after the anons were first created.”

“Are you here for revenge, then?” Asked Chair. She got ready to run. “Because I’m here and you aren’t?”

Spoons laughed. “I don’t have time to seek revenge! Our Creator made me a more laid-back character, kind of like the Spoons before me. I’m going to stop existing by tomorrow and you’ll forget about me by then too, so I’d rather spend my short existence having fun than plotting vengeance.”

“Oh. That’s kind of sad. Doesn’t that make you angry?”

“Angry? For not being able to live for very long?” She thought for a moment. “Nah, I’m not angry. You’re really cool! I’m just a little sad that I won’t really be able to interact with the other anons as me instead of as you.”

“I’m sorry about that, but… does that mean I’m not real either?” Chair asked. “Like how Death Hetch was saying he’s not real?”

“Of course we’re not real,” Spoons giggled, “you silly. We were never real. But we’re loved. And I think that’s really all that matters, don’t you?”

Chair looked away. She supposed that was the case, but… “Where will we go when we’re done?”

“Oh, who knows! You’ll stay in the Void because that’s what’s expected of you and your character. After that, your image and name will probably be used as a minor character in whatever future projects our Creator decides to work on. I’m a reimagined version of another Spoons, and I think I look great.”

Chair sat down on their chair. “What was your original version like?”

“She was a fighter. Which makes sense because she was made specifically for a LARP day at a summer camp our Creator was at. Then that waterfalled into another character, then another, and then me! But you?” Spoons leaned forward so she was eye-to-eye with Chair. “You’re original. Even if you were made for a roleplay for a comic our Creator enjoys, you’re creativity and originality at her greatest.”

A crack grew on Spoons’ skin and through her left eye. Chair gasped. “Woah. What is that?”

The shiny anon reached up to her face to feel the crack that grew. “I don’t know. It could be one of two things: my form is unstable because it’s unfinished, or something just happened in our Creator’s life and it's being reflected on me. I’m betting on the former. Either way, I’m off to explore the Void before I die. Happy April First!”

Chair watched helplessly as Spoons happily skipped away. “Bye…”

#chair's drabbles #Meant to get this out earlier but life kicked me in the ass

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ethereal-maia · 8 months

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The Women I’ve Seen In New Mexico

I’ve visited New Mexico a handful of times in my life, and each time I’ve gone, there’s been an older woman who really stands out to me. She defines the whole trip for me. This could be called a tier list but they were all such interesting people that I don’t think that’s fair. They’re all 10/10 experiences. I’ll just give them emojis instead to try and show you the vibe I associate with each of them.

Sock Magic Woman: ♥️🐓☕️/⭐️. She worked at a sock store with hard-to-track hours. She was much older than me, maybe in her 60s, but she was lively and helpful and you could tell she loved her life so much. She said I reminded me of her, that I looked like how she used to when she was about my age. She had short, flat, grey hair, and it grounded me a moment to imagine her many years younger, with curling dark blonde hair down past her shoulders. I bought a blue pair of socks with chickens on them, and she admired them, and noted that her own were red with chickens. She went on to say she was the oldest of three siblings- like I was. I’m 200% convinced I met a kindred spirit that day, maybe a future version of myself. 10/10

Purple Woman: 💜👒👀/⭐️. She was sitting on the curb of the plaza as I walked by with my mom. I paid hardly any attention to her, she was a nobody for now, but I noticed she wore a purple-and-green flowered tank top and sat with a man who she seemed to know like a son. I walked past her and forgot her existence. On our way back from whatever store we had walked to, we passed the woman again. This time, she was ranting to the man, seemingly about another woman who had walked by recently, and had done something rude (?). Me and my mom stayed silent as we passed her, not wanting to get involved, but we almost broke down laughing as she yelled “CYANIDE IS YOUR BEST OPTION, YA LITTLE BITCH!”. I think about this a lot because it was such an unhinged response. Honestly one of the responses ever. 10/10

Rosary Woman: 🤍⛪️🧺/⭐️. This woman was at a church service I went to in Santa Fe with my family when I was about 9 years old. She sat in the pew right ahead of us, and she wore dark sunglasses, a gauzy kerchief on her head, and a white coat. Once the service was over, she turned to me specifically and held out her closed hand. She flipped it over and opened her palm to reveal a white-beaded rosary. I think I looked at her blankly, but she gestured for me to take it, and so I let her place it in my own palm as she told me “So you can pray to Jesus” with a smile. I thanked her and pocketed the rosary as I left the church with my family. I told my mom later that I didn’t like it, but it was nothing to do with the woman. It merely had to do with the metal of the chain (I don’t like metal on my skin; it’s too cold and… cold… so jewelry is a no and this rosary was not good for my senses). I think about how kind this woman was to give a young girl like me such a gift out of the blue. The only thing that doesn’t compute about this exchange is… why did she give the rosary? Was she looking to get rid of it? Did she just have a stash of them with her at all times so she could hand them out as she saw fit? Did she only give them to children? Did they all look the same? Mysterious and confusing. 10/10

All three of these encounters with these women have done wonders to my psyche, and I hope I remember them forever.

ps this^^ post was inspired by this post!! thank you @iidentifyasapotaato!!

#maia can write #ooh humanity and interactions and their impact on your brain ✨#long post #women

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runningfrom2am · 3 months

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cold nights // part sixteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: i am so excited for you guys to see everything I've got coming up for this series- ah!! also, should i post the masterlist for requiem soon?? i can't post the first part just yet, but i'm excited ab it so let me know if you guys want to see that to be able to get the vibes and stuff!

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

series masterlist // playlist

"Hello there, Miss." Coryo grins at you, extending his arm to you to hold as you step out of your house and close the door behind you.

You pretend not to see, reaching down to retie your shoe which was already laced up perfectly. "Hi." You reply quietly, and his smile fades. You already seem in weaker spirits than you were this afternoon.

"Did you enjoy your nap?" He asks as you stand up straight again, making your way down the front path of your house to the street and he follows like a stray dog.

You turn when you reach the road, looking at him only briefly. "I did. Thank you." You mumble, unable to make extended eye contact without your heart beating out of your chest. It was hard to tell if you were awake or asleep when he was around.

"That's good." He nods, joining your side. He's there to walk you to The Hob, but he honestly was relying more on you to guide the way.

You don't say anything, walking with your arms crossed carefully, protectively across your midsection.

Coryo is worried, but he does know that you don't want to walk alone at night, so he tries to convince himself it's just that. Not him.

"You, uhm, you look nice." He tells you, taking notice of your change of clothes. It was refreshing to see you in something other than that short dress with the sewn-in shorts, though with the longer skirts you had worn today, it covered much more of your skin. Part of him missed the short dress that was now most definitely unwearable. It was your favourite, he remembered.

"Thank you." You say back, the hair on your arms pricking up from the chill that was starting to settle in. It wasn't a cold night, you didn't think, but colder than Twelve often saw in mid-August. Maybe it was just you. "You do, as well."

He laughs, and you look at him for the first time tonight. His blue eyes shine with the reflection of the sunset, and you're no longer cursing yourself for trusting him to walk you this afternoon. He wouldn't hurt you, and you knew that. Stupid dreams. Stupid nightmares. He saved you- he's the only reason you're alive today, you're certain.

"We're trying to blend in, Sejanus thought we were scaring people." He explains, laughter subsiding.

You smile at him. "I was going to say, that style doesn't feel like your own." You giggle. "But I like it."

"Why, thank you." He grins, tugging on the front of his white t-shirt as if he was adjusting a suit jacket.

Your dreams were just dreams. If he had that evil in him, could you live with it? That was what you had to figure out. Right now, though, with you, that darkness was nowhere to be seen. You were awake. You must be.

"How has Twelve been treating you so far?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious of his impression of your home as your feet crunch over the gravel path beneath you.

"Okay." Coryo shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "It was hard to find someone to talk to us long enough to get a lead on where to find you."

"People tend to keep to themselves." You explain. "Also looking for me is an odd request."

"Why?"

Now it was your turn to shrug. "No one really wants to talk to me now, either." The stares you got were seemingly endless. People would stare, point, whisper, and it didn't particularly bother you, but you hated that maybe people were afraid. You feared that everyone thought the games turned you into something fragile, and they were scared of upsetting you with the wrong words or the alternative; you were a weapon ready to explode at any moment.

"That's because people are careless and cruel." Coryo replies, no hesitation behind his tone. "And they have no way of understanding... you."

"They're good people, honestly, I just-"

"I know that." He assures you, sensing your panic. "But it's not your place to prove to them who you are. Changed or not."

"Do you think I have changed?" You ask, genuinely curious despite the softness of your voice.

Coryo is quiet for a moment. "I would say no," He looks at you as you walk alongside him. "but you have, I think. There's more to you, now."

You chew on your lip, watching your steps as you pass under the streetlights.

He watches your reaction, nervous when you don't respond. "I don't mean that in a bad way." He clarifies. "To me, you're still you." He wants to tell you you're less naive, more experienced, that it will keep you safe, but he feels as though that wouldn't be the right thing to say. "But it's impossible to walk out of that arena the same person. We have that in common."

The flickering street lamps illuminate the blush on your cheeks for just a moment. "Thank you, Coryo. That means a great deal."

"Of course." He hums, walking close enough now to just brush your arm with his own.

Your heart leaps in your chest, from fear or excitement you aren't sure- but you're grateful to be able to finally hear the music coming from The Hob as you approach the rundown building.

There's nowhere else you would want to be any less than The Hob during one of Lucy Gray's shows. You loved her, The Covey, the beautiful and fun music they made together, but since you'd been home, it had been impossible to enjoy yourself there.

You didn't even try until tonight.

Your fears came true. Almost as soon as you and Coriolanus walked in, scattered eyes were on you. You could feel it like pricks in your skin. It didn't help that you were with a stranger. People were dancing, drinking, laughing, but you couldn't help but feel like the laughs were directed at you. Certainly, some staring was.

Coryo looks down at you, seeing your hands still gripped onto your own arms, holding yourself together. He wasn't great with crowds, and seemingly neither were you. His urge was to retreat to the nearest wall, and so was yours. "Let's see if we can track down Sejanus." He offers, holding his arm out behind you while he looks around.

He doesn't want to touch you for fear of making things weird, but god, would it just be so easy to slip his arm around your waist and guide you more effectively.

"There." He almost doesn't hear you over the music and the shouting surrounding you both, but he follows your finger as you point over to the bar, leaning down closer in case you speak again.

Sure enough, Sejanus is there chatting with some local guy. Coryo sighs. "I leave him for twenty minutes..." He chuckles, shaking his head. "I'll get him, are you okay to wait here?" He asks and you nod, giving him that smile of yours that he hasn't seen all night.

"Good. I'll be right back." He promises, stepping away and through the crowd to go get your friend.

You watch him go, but your attention is drawn when someone pushes past you rather abruptly which makes you jump. The girl looks at you like you're crazy, as you expected she would, so pulling yourself together again, you find an empty table by the side wall and go to sit down. This was too much for you already; you knew that before you even walked in the door, but you were just here to see your friends. Coryo would come back, Sejanus would be with him, and Lucy Gray would sing her songs while you laughed and talked like normal people do. As soon as they returned, it would be okay.

You keep your head down until you hear them bickering over the normal sounds of the bar.

"We're not here to make friends, Sejanus, we're here to-"

"No, no, I get that, but what's the harm?"

You smile at them, taking a shaky breath. "Welcome back."

"Y/N!" Sejanus grins, looking at Coryo briefly before taking the seat across from you. "Glad you could make it."

"Me too." You nod, avoiding looking at Coryo as he takes the spot standing next to you, considering there wasn't another seat.

"Here," He says, voice low in your ear as he holds a glass out to you. "Got you a drink."

"Oh, thank you." You mumble, blushing as you take it from his hand. You can't think of anything worse than being intoxicated and vulnerable in this environment, but the gesture was nice. You wouldn't deny him that.

He rests his arm on the back of your chair, leaning on it and you rest your arms on the table so you can place the glass down as you look at Sejanus. "Tell me more, what have you been up to?" You ask, desperate for some conversation to distract yourself.

"Well, we graduated." Sejanus answers, nodding toward the boy standing beside you.

"Oh, gosh, congratulations!" You smile, looking between the two of them. Coryo is stone-faced.

"I sent you an invitation." He says into the rim of his glass, looking down at you.

"Oh?" You ask, and Sejanus nods in confirmation.

"We were hoping you'd be able to make it. We were going to come get you." He explains, and Coryo lets the glass scrape against his teeth. It was his invitation that he sent, and he was the one who offered to come get you. Sejanus had nothing to do with it besides encouraging him to actually send the letter.

"I didn't- I didn't get it." You tell them honestly, brow furrowed. "I don't know if I could have... gone back, you know, but I would have at least sent a gift, or something. I am so sorry."

Coryo raises an eyebrow. "You didn't get it?" He asks, almost relieved by the idea.

"No, nothing."

"Oh. Well, nothing could be done then, I suppose." He shrugs it off. Maybe if you truly hadn't received the invite, you haven't received any of the letters he sent. Someone along the route to the address he used decided you weren't worth looking for, and that wasn't your fault. Lucy Gray had told him as much, but he trusted it more falling from your lips.

"Truly, though, I am so sorry I couldn't be there." You say, looking between the two of them with a newfound urgency. You didn't want them to resent you, especially if they thought they had been ignored. "I didn't know, honest."

"Don't worry about it." Sejanus assures you. "We didn't want to be there either."

"But I did, I would have loved to but it's just hard to get out of Twelve and I wouldn't have anywhere to stay and like I said I'm just not ready to go back but I really would have loved to be able to be there for you."

"Y/N, hey..." Coryo chuckles, leaning down again to be face-to-face with you. "We get it. We're not upset with you, I promise."

Promise. The two of you were always making promises to each other, apparently. It made you feel better and he knew that.

"O-okay..." You nod slowly, deciding now is as good a time as any to try your drink. You turn your face from him, having been just inches apart to take a sip. Beer was far from your favourite, but you were never much of a drinker anyway. You place the glass back down and smooth out your skirt over your lap, regaining your normal grin. "Well, Fortune is merry, and in this mood will give us anything."

"Very good point." Coriolanus agrees quickly, tapping his hand on the back of your chair. The smile that crosses your face when you look up at him, thinking he understood and cared to respond makes him want to collapse in on himself and sink into the floor. You deserved so much more than being elated when someone understood you, and he could give you everything if you would just trust him.

"Y/L/N, how dare you show your face here!" A voice calls you by your last name and you snap your head in their direction.

Coryo furrows his brow, watching warily as a boy about his age walks up to your table. He's ready to step in, maybe this is why you hadn't been coming- because people, boys had been harassing you. He should have seen that coming. You were beautiful, every time he looked at you it was hard to look away again- obviously, this kind of attention would be a common occurrence. He lifts his shoulders and puts down his drink, but he looks at you and you're smiling.

"Hi." You giggle, actually giggle- and it makes Coryo almost just as angry as if this random guy had just threatened you.

He leans his elbows against the table. "Been a long time since I seen you. How you been?" He asks, sipping his beer as he makes dead eye contact with you.

"Only a couple of days, River." You grin.

"Oh yeah, that's right..." He hums. "Been real interested in that book you let me borrow, you know."

"Have you?" You smile, leaning in with excitement, ready to discuss it.

Who was this guy? A friend? Something more? The way you were looking at him, the fact that you let him borrow one of your books made envy swirl in Coryo's stomach. He hated it. He clears his throat to remind you they were there before you got sucked into talking about whatever book you gave the boy.

"Oh." You look up at him. "River, this is-"

"Yeah, who are these clowns? Botherin' you?" He interrupts you, and Coryo is more peeved about that than the fact that he was just referred to as a clown.

"Not in the slightest." You hum. "These are my friends, Sejanus and Coryo. They came all the way from the Capitol just to visit me, isn't that sweet?"

"Ah..." The boy hums, standing back up and holding a hand out for Sejanus to shake before turning to Coryo as he keeps his grip on the back of your chair. "Nice to meet you both, then."

"It's Coriolanus." He corrects you as he shakes the boy's hand, squeezing it probably more than what is polite.

"Oh wow." River's eyes widen and he chuckles, looking down at you again. "You're not really the friendly type I guess. Y/N here can make friends with just about anyone, I suppose."

"River..." You frown, shaking your head at him. Coryo clenches his jaw.

"I'm sorry! Sorry, I'm not great with new people either. That's my bad." He laughs it off, patting Coryo's shoulder as he drops his hand. "Anyway, Y/N, I didn't expect to see you out and about. Holdin' up okay?"

"I'm well. Thank you." You nod, taking another sip of your drink. River was a good friend, maybe even a great one. He works with your father in the mines, he started as soon as he turned eighteen a few months before you. You've become closer since then.

"Glad to hear it." He nods at you, looking around the crowded room. He bottoms his drink, shaking it in your face. "Time for a refill so I'm gonna leave ya be, but shout if you need anything, alright sweetheart?"

"Thank you!" You call after him as he turns to walk off, winking at you.

"Sweetheart." Coryo mumbles into his glass with a slight shake of his head as he watches the boy walk away. You didn't hear him, and he wasn't sure he wanted you to.

"Who's that?" Sejanus asks. "He seems nice."

"We went to school together, now he works with my father," You explain. "but I've known him most of my life. He's very kind, just a little... outspoken. He'll always tell you what he's thinking." You chuckle, and Coryo bites his tongue.

You catch his expression of disapproval. "He didn't mean any harm, just trying to be welcoming. He was nervous, I could tell." Returning your gaze to Lucy Gray up on the stage, you smile and give her a quick wave. She smiles back, nodding at you.

"You never mentioned him." Coryo comments.

"Well, I..." You stop yourself, staring down at your lap. "I had a lot on my mind..."

"Do you know anyone else? Give us the tour." Sejanus suggests quickly, pointing around the room.

You smile, forcing yourself to ignore your worries about how Coryo is feeling. "Almost everyone, yes." You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you speak.

"Is that why you didn't want to come?" Coryo asks you and you look up at him again, smile faltering.

"I- It's not that I didn't want to." You answer, fidgeting now with the fabric in your lap. "I just... I don't know. It's hard to... I don't know. Everything feels so difficult these days..." You laugh nervously.

There's that word he was so afraid of. Hard. In reference to something as simple as going out and spending time with your peers- people you had clearly considered friends before the games. It seemed like another lifetime to you, he could see it in the way you so intensely watched yourself pick at your own fingernails. He wished while laying in his bed at night that you were happy here, that your life was normal, even if he couldn't be a part of it; but that was unrealistic and part of him knew that.

"It's okay." Coryo reminds you quickly. "You don't have to explain yourself to us." He smiles, trying to be reassuring. "If you want to leave we can go. Just say the word, Y/N/N."

You shake your head, looking back up at him with that same glowing smile that subtly begs him not to worry about you- but he has to. "It's completely okay." You assure him with a quick wave of your hand. "Okay, so..." You drum your fingers on the tabletop, looking around and attaching names to faces.

"That's Sienna, I went to school with her sister." You point over to a girl in a group of a few others. "And she's with Fern and Hazel, Hazel's the one with the light hair." The boy's eyes follow where you're pointing as you look over at another group. "Oh, and over with River, the taller boy next to him is Rowan." You explain. "His little brother is friends with mine. Then over there, by the stage is Billy Taupe- that's Lucy Gray's boyfriend. Kind of, they're on and off these days."

Coryo nods, trying to commit these names to memory. He didn't plan on speaking to any of them, but if you wanted to, which he doubted, he would try.

"And that's-" Your voice cuts out so quick it's as if someone had slapped a hand over your mouth when another boy walked up to join the two standing by the bar. Quickly Coryo is looking down at you again as the blood drains steadily from your face. You cough, shaking your head. "Uh, I don't really know anyone else's names." You lie.

"You okay?" Sejanus asks you and you nod, quickly grabbing your glass and taking a few large gulps, the foul taste of beer forcing its way down your throat.

"Yeah, just, I haven't seen these people in a while."

Coryo watches, jaw clenched tight as River converses with the blonde boy who just walked up to him and your other friend whose name he's already forgotten. River takes a swig from his drink, laughs as he puts the glass down on the bar, and then points over to the three of you. He was telling whoever the hell that was that you were there- and clearly you weren't keen on him.

"Let's go, yeah?" Coryo suggests quickly, abandoning his drink on the table to step in front of you. He extends his hand to help you up which you gratefully take. He could feel your hand trembling in his.

He squeezes your hand gently, still shielding you from the group of boys. You didn't need to say a word. "Sejanus, I'm going to take Y/N home, are you okay here?"

"For sure." He nods, looking worried now at the very sudden shift in your energy and Coryo's clear protectiveness. "Do you want me to come?"

"No, no. It's okay." You smile, comforted by Coryo's presence behind you. "You stay and have fun."

"Alright, well, I'll see you soon?" He smiles and you nod, but Coryo is already guiding you away.

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 2 years

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Unusual Muse Associations

Thanks so much to @tkwritesdumbassassins for having tagged me in this lovely game! (I absolutely love these games, they truly make one's brain work and set all the cogs in motions! it was truly fun to do).

Because I couldn't choose just one muse among my beloved babies, I decided to go with four of them: Dorothea, Antoine, Mathias and Colette (because I do not talk enough about my Unity Babies. I need to show them more love).

So, without further ado, LET'S GO! (and brace yourself, because this is going to be a long one).

DOROTHEA MARIANNE STARRICK

SEASONING: Star Anise. Warm and sweet with a small kick of spicy that perfectly embodies who she is.

WEATHER: A wintery night, with the snow falling softly around her and the only sound around her is the snow crunching under her shoes or that of a winter serene morning, where the pink and golds of dawn paint those beautiful colours on freshly fallen snow.

COLOR: Burgundy, White and Golden. Those are her signature colours.

SKY: The sky during a wintery night, completely ablaze with the Northern Lights.

MAGICAL POWER: Ice and water manipulation. In a fantasy setting, I can see her being able to manipulate water (and consequently ice) because it’s the element that’s more attuned to her personality: calm and peaceful on the exterior, but dangerous if someone dares to tread where they should not.

HOUSE PLANT: Her vases of Poinsettia, that she keeps in her room.

WEAPON: Bullwhip. That’s her signature weapon.

SUBJECT: Music Class. She is proficient in playing the violin and she is currently being trained to become a opera Singer. If not these, her other subject would most definitely be Literature, with particular emphasis on the Arthurian Legends and Courtly Love in general.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Probably Pinterest or Instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Lipgloss, because that’s the only product she uses.

CANDY: Godiva Pralines…she just LOVES to indulge in a box of them, when sitting on her couch and reading about Lancelot and Guineviere.

FEAR: Due to her PTSD, she is most triggered around guns and loud noises. She is terrified of guns, which is why, if she is to carry a weapon, she carries a cold weapon.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: She particularly loves the one shaped like a snowflake.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Most definitely her family’s carriage. As much as trains are fast, she enjoys the leisurely pace of traveling to her countryside home in her own private carriage. Modern days, she would probably embrace her Swedish side and cycle everywhere!

ART STYLE: Watercolours, and very Art Nouveau. She possesses the same ethereal beauty of the beautiful ladies portrayed by Alfonse Mucha.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Not truly a mythological creature, but the closest supernatural creature I can see Dorothea being is a Fallen Angel (like in the wip I did here. I have a whole story for that, where she was a warrior up in the Heavens and basically fought on the wrong side of a war and whatnot. Just so you know that’s not because of the whole “pure candid imagery usually associated with angels).

PIECE OF STATIONERY: A leather bound journal with stars branded into it, heavy weight blank pages and all the time to write down her poems and her wishes.

THREE EMOJIS: 🌟 🌹 🎼

CELESTIAL BODY: Stars. The Stars are her Celestial Body, the one most vividly associated with her due to the moniker her own mentor, Byron Harrison, uses for her: she is The Morning Star.

MATHIAS SÉBASTIAN DE BEAUMONT

SEASONING: Nutmeg: with its distinctive pungent fragrance and a warm slightly sweet taste

WEATHER: The early morning in Summer, when the sky is clear and the air is a cool balm against the skin, before the scorching sun raise from the horizon.

COLOR: Dark Green, Tawny and Cream

SKY: The sky at nightfall, with its darker hues, forbearer of the peace that the evening brings.

MAGICAL POWER: Flight. He would love to be able to fly as free as a bird up in the sky, without any limits, without any fear, touching the clouds and catching the stars that reminds him so much of the woman he loves.

HOUSE PLANT: Orchids. He revels in their beauty and always softly speak to the flowers, so that they would grow beautiful.

WEAPON: His Flintlock. He is a much better long-distance fighter than hand-to-hand, so he prefers the pistols and the rifles, compared to the swords and the hidden blades.

SUBJECT: Literature and History class. The man has the romantic soul of a poet (if they didn’t belong to different realities, he and Gabriel would be besties).

SOCIAL MEDIA: Most likely he would be on Quora, answering questions about Literature and History.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Doesn’t truly wear any, but he has always happily complied whenever Colette needed a “blank canvas” in order to train her make-up skills.

CANDY: He is not big on candies, but he happens to love Ferrero Rocher. They are SO GOOD.

FEAR: Fire. Due to what happened to him in the past, he is absolutely terrorized by fire. Even in wintertime, he’d rather sleep under a whole pile of heavy blankets than have the fire going in the fireplace.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: A simple cube would suffice for him.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Horse. He and his twin sister Antoine have been around their family’s horses ever since they were children, and he very much prefers to gallop away rather than travel by carriage.

ART STYLE: Mathias’ art style would definitely be inspired by the Impressionist movement, with particular reference to Monét’s works, especially his Water Lilies paintings.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Gargoyle. He is a guy who has fundamentally a good heart and that strives to protect those who have a good soul.

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Mathias loves to collect correspondence sets, with coordinated envelopes and letters. He also has an impressive collection of sets of sealing wax stamps.

THREE EMOJIS: 💔 🪶 📖

CELESTIAL BODY: Neptune is most definitely the Celestial Body associated with him.

ANTOINE FRANÇOISE DE BEAUMONT

SEASONING: Black Pepper. With its strong woody and spicy aroma, it’s the perfect spice for Antoine: strong and unforgiving, just like her.

WEATHER: A Fiery stormy evening, with pouring rain and thundering clouds, with flashes that illuminates the whole sky and thunders that reverberates through her whole body.

COLOR: Olive green, black, red, and tawny

SKY: She loves it when a mid-afternoon sky is completely covered in dark, heavy clouds, that are carrying their promise of a fiery thunderstorm. She loves to be under the pouring water.

MAGICAL POWER: Manipulation of Magnetic fields. She would be able to create powerful shields to protect the one she loves the most, keeping at bay anything that might cause them harm.

HOUSE PLANT: She had a ficus once, gift of Mathias. It’s now long dried up.

WEAPON: Her small sword. She is an EXCELLENT sword master, and she is lethal with a sword in her hands.

SUBJECT: Military Strategy and tactics. Antoine is one hell of tactician and she has the spirit of a warrior. She has a particular interest in Medieval Warfare tactics. She also enjoys to attend Cooking Classes with Colette, BUT SHE WOULD NEVER ADMIT IT UNDER TORTURE, and if asked, she would say that she is attending them to make her baby sister happy (yeah, Antoine is my emotionally constipated poor meow meow of an oc).

SOCIAL MEDIA: She doesn’t like to be on any social media. If she had to choose one, it would be Quora, just to mess with Mathias and ask him impossible questions to be answered.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: She doesn’t wear any make-up, so she doesn’t have a favorite.

CANDY: 90% Dark Chocolate with chili. Dark and fiery just like her soul.

FEAR: To not be able to protect her brother Mathias and her baby sister Colette. The idea that both of them could, in any way, being hurt by something or someone makes her go in an absolute frenzy. They are the only family she has left, and she is terrified of losing them.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: No ice. She doesn’t like watered down drinks.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Horse. That’s the only way for her to travel long distances. A carriage is too slow, and by foot is something she would never consider. So, the only way for her to travel is by her trusted horse.

ART STYLE: The style that best represents Antoine is the Baroque, with its rich, dramatic, exaggerated motions and clear and easily interpretable details because, in a way, they reminded her of Versailles and her childhood home.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: if she were to be a Mythological creature, she would be a fiery Dragon: imposing, fearsome, absolutely terrifying and extremely protective of what she considers hers, be it an object or a person. She would be an excellent guardian.

PIECE OF STATIONERY: A fancy fountain pen with her initials engraved to it. She usually is not one that goes for fancy objects, but pens are her weakness (especially the one that can become small blades. One can never have too many weapons).

THREE EMOJIS: ⚜️ 🗡 🐺

CELESTIAL BODY: Jupiter, the Planet of Storms and king of the whole Solar System.

COLETTE HÉLÈNE DE BEAUMONT

SEASONING: Cinnamon. Its warmth and slight spiciness truly embodies her.

WEATHER: The breezy, warm early summer evenings spent at the seaside, with the balmy winds caressing the skin.

COLOR: Deep Blue, Crimson Red and Pale Yellow.

SKY: The Beautiful serene sky of midmorning, with the sun shining bright and not a cloud in sight.

MAGICAL POWER: Healing. With her knowledge of the herbs and her natural disposition of taking care of the people around her, Colette would most definitely possess the power of healing any type of injury or malaise with the single touch of her hands.

HOUSE PLANT: Pots upon Pots of Fairy Primroses, because they remind her of her best friend Félicité.

WEAPON: A hidden stilettos she always carries with herself, concealed. It was a gift from her sister Antoine, so that she could always have something to defend herself with.

SUBJECT: Cooking Classes, because she adores cooking and she takes her works at Café Théâtre seriously. Also, Dance and Singing Classes, because she adores dancing, and she has been doing so ever since she was a young child, thanks to Mathias’s teachings. She also has a pleasant smoky voice when singing.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Youtube and Instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Her signature red lipstick and her eyeliner, that helps bring out her lovely cat-like eyes.

CANDY: Colette’s favourite candies are, in truth, the one called Calissons D’Aix, a type of sweet pastry typical of Provence. They are the one her maternal grandmother prepared for her and her siblings whenever they went in Provence, and they hold a special place in her heart. Plus, they are delicious and she could eat boxes upon boxes of them.

FEAR: Colette doesn’t have many fears, but one is fear of complete darkness. She is absolutely terrified to be alone in complete darkness, without even the faint glint of a candle to illuminate her surrounding. This fear was caused by something that happened to her when she was just a child of 13 years of age.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: She loves those heart-shaped ice cube in her drinks.

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Walking. Sure, it takes so much longer to arrive to her destination, but she hates the idea of being closed in a carriage with someone she doesn’t know or trust, and she doesn’t like riding horses (the only exception would be if she was on the same horse with her eldest brother or sister.)

ART STYLE: Noe-Classical oil paintings are most definitely her artstyle. She looks just like one of those lovely shepherdess out of those bucolic paintings.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: A Sphynx. Colette is an enigmatic creature, mysterious despite her solar personality, not easy to understand at first sight unless she is the one allowing you to grasp what she wants. It all adds to her natural charm and cryptic smile.

PIECE OF STATIONERY: She loves the inkpot and the quill that Arno has given her, in order for them to keep in contact and write to each other. She keeps the quill in perfect condition, hardly using it, instead borrowing her sister’s, so to not consume that sweet gift she got from the man she loves.

THREE EMOJIS: 🌻 🍝 💃🏽

CELESTIAL BODY: Colette’s celestial body would most definitely be the planet Venus.

--Nemo

So, here you have it!!

Now, lemme tag all my dear friends in this (I apologize if I forget someone. My brain is made of cheese with so many holes, it's made mostly of air).

@giuliettaluce @susann-noir @thatcrazycrowgirl @siofra3448 @straight-into-the-animus @mazikomo @fortunas-fool @miss--river @xxthefatherofunderstandingxx @benedorian @rumibelle @rumor-imbris @ellztrash @anemoii-a @pxiedustnblades @sassenach-on-the-rocks @hidden-blades-and-tomahawks @scuderia-auditore-ghibli and whoever has an oc/muse/characters they love and want to play this game! everyone is welcome!

#tag game #assassins creed #my ocs #Dorothea Starrick #Mathias De Beaumont #Antoine De Beaumont #Colette De Beaumont #nemo babbles #friends

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alondradina · 2 years

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Domaystic day 20!

Prompt: Ticket

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solas/Ellana, Solas/Lavellan, Solavallen

Rating: G

Modern day AU

Solas wasn't fond of bowling alleys. In his limited experience, they were always loud, dark, and messy. This one wasn't any different. In fact, it was worse. Ellana and her friends preferred a large, rundown one at the edge of the downtown district.

It had been a warehouse at one point, and had not been built for any sort of beauty. Neglect hadn't done the rough brick any good, and the concrete floors were cracked under the torn carpet. Tonight it was more difficult to detect the disrepair, though, as the lights were turned down for Cosmic bowling.

Ellana's white t-shirt glowed under the black lights. She and her friends had gotten bracelets and necklaces as well, with Ellana in yellow, Sera in orange, and Isabela in blue. Sera had smeared glow in the dark face paint on herself and Isabela had outlined her tattoos in it. He was the only unadorned one of the party. Even Anders had a necklace.

"You know, it's more fun when you play along," was the advice the other man had given him, before accepting the proffered necklace from Isabela.

Solas was glad that Ellana never insisted he fully participate in her outings. She was pleased with just his presence. Someone who understood that he enjoyed spectating rather than being actively involved was a true blessing in his life. Smiling, his girlfriend grabbed his hand and tugged him over to the arcade.

As per usual, they all admired the wall of overpriced prizes. The stuffed cat that Anders always disparaged was still there. This week Sera seemed enamored of a purple lava lamp. Last week she had wanted one of the emoji pillows.

Breaking from tradition, Ellana pulled Solas to the side and grinned up at him. Her teeth shone bright against her tan skin in the black light. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered, "Bet I can get more tickets than you."

"You think so?" He chuckled, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands settled at her waist. "What are we betting?"

"We're going to each go win tickets, and at the end we'll count and then pool them together."

"That doesn't sound like much of a competition."

"Sh," she thumped her head against his gently, "lf I win, we use our tickets to get Anders the cat."

"And if I win?"

"We get Sera the lava lamp."

"Nothing for ourselves?"

"The knowledge that we won?"

Solas sighed. "I suppose."

Ellana gave him a quick peck on the lips before pulling him to the counter to get game cards. Giggling, she nudged his side with her elbow before dashing off into the arcade.

In the end she won by four tickets. Even together they barely had enough for the cat, though.

"Why do people waste their money doing this?" Ellana asked in disgust as the employee verified their ticket count.

"Competition?" Solas shrugged and watched him pull a step ladder to the correct section of the prize wall. "Any of these prizes can be purchased cheaper, and of better quality, elsewhere."

"That's my cat!" Anders yelled as soon as he saw the employee getting it off the shelf. Charging across the room, he made it to the counter in time to watch the man hand it off to Ellana. She laughed at his look of betrayal and shoved the stuffed animal at him.

It took a moment for the realization to hit, but as soon as it did Anders opened his arms wide and accepted it from her. "Ser Pounce-a-lot!"

"What the actual fuck?!" Sera cried, "Why didn't you get me anything?"

"Because I lost," Solas informed her, amused at her pouting, "Had I won the bet, you would have gotten the lava lamp."

"How could you lose?!"

"Lose what?" Isabela asked, coming up beside Anders to poke the cat's nose.

"Solas lost some kind of bet or competition," Anders answered, making the stuffed cat bump against Isabela's hand like it was asking to be pet. Giggling, she obliged.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Sera complained. She kicked the glass counter, earning her a glare from the employee behind it. Blowing a raspberry at him, she hit Ellana's arm.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"For winning. Or something. I don't know."

Rubbing her arm, Ellana moved away from her friend and joined him. Solas smiled down at her. "Pleased with your triumph?"

She rolled her eyes and bumped into his side. "Worth it to see the look on Anders' face."

"When he thought you were keeping the cat?"

"No," she scoffed, "though that was funny. No, I mean the look on his face now."

Solas' erstwhile neighbor was almost incandescent with joy; excitedly showing the stuffed animal to Isabela while trying to ignore Sera's pestering.

"He had a similar looking cat when he was a kid. They took it from him."

"Ah."

"Now he's got this one," Ellana shrugged, "Doesn't really make up for losing the actual thing. But, ya know."

Solas twined their fingers together and kissed the top of her head. "Sera didn't have a sob story for the lava lamp?"

Stepping to the side, he dodged the expected elbow to the gut and instead spun her out and then back in as if they were dancing. She was laughing too hard by the time she had returned to his arms to attempt another attack. Instead, Ellana let him hug her close as they watched their friends. It hit Solas then, that these were their friends now. Not just hers. Theirs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38724966/chapters/97879674

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1800duckhotline · 1 month

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potato and rose for jutta for the ask game thing :3c

Emoji themed OC Questions

Since it's the setting I've been thinking most about with her, I'll be talking about BG3 AU Jutta as the dark urge specifically!

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

Unexpected even to her, she really really does... I doubt she even considered it at all pre-lobotomy, but after the nautiloid experience as well as during the adventure she went through Jutta rediscovered a lot of emotions and feelings that were closed off to her earlier in her life as her faith and thoughts were mostly consumed by her dedication to her father's cult. Especially since Bhaal seems to be particularly picky, and for lack of better word, childish when it comes to his wants and demands being ignored by his bhaalspawns - Jutta - be it out of fear or out of blind faithfulness - likely never questioned the rejection of feelings such as love, friendship, and so forth.

In my interpretation her relationship with Gortash pre-lobotomy was... amicable, at least, in some weird sense (to be canon compliant her intention in slaughtering him was very much genuine lol in her perspective) but it was only after Orin did her the favor of running a factory reset on her brain that Jutta ended up discovering the simplicity of love and yes, along with it, true love like seen in fairytales!

At first she lives it a bit like a fantasy, but if it isn't clear enough, Jutta is like desperately enamored with Karlach like. To an obsessive degree. At first she confuses it with the impulse of eating her, because she feels like that often, but it develops into "I do want to eat her but I also like kissing her so kissing her won't kill her like eating her would. So I prefer that instead."

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

Jutta doesn't understand why so many of her companions judge her cannibalistic impulses and tendencies. For her it's a very neutral thing. Wouldn't put it out of the question for her to have gnawed on some dwarf without understanding why the others found it so weird.

Also her permadirt; I definitely think many see it as a weird thing but she's so used to it she doesn't give a flying fuck. It's not like scrubbing her skin raw will get it off (she tried) so she doesn't even try. That permadirt is a product of many years spent diving in carcasses, humid earth and rocks, and who knows what else ... It's hardly going to come off now, even if she wanted to!

Besides Karlach doesn't care so why should she right.

#oc rambles #asks #thankYYYYs i find her funny my stinkbug girl.#i call her that but she smells usually very nice.#durge jutta

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rjalker · 8 months

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this picrew for the first one, and this one for the others. Didn't realize until now they were made by the same person lol...

In order from left to right: The deadbeat dad, whose name I did not learn. Pretend the mark over his eye is a bruise. He has a black eye from not following the most basic safety protocols for dissecting literally anything, let alone an unknown dead alien.

Bethany Thomas, who was so fucking adorable words cannot suffice. Cutest character ever to appear in a dream. She was the main character who was stuck in a time loop, who gave herself two first names because she's bigender and wanted to represent her feminine and masculine sides at every introduction. Yellow seemed to be her Theme color.

Then Matt, her BFF who had the amazing shirt, and Shelly, the new (but not replacement! They all became BFFs!) BFF who hasn't actually met Bethany Thomas yet because the time loop just reset.

They were all trapped on an abandoned space station with a bunch of already-dead horse-shoe-crab looking aliens. Which Mr. Deadbeat Dad was dissecting without proper PPE which is why he got a black eye. An organ just came shooting out and smacked him right in the eye. A reverse chestburster lol.

All of the kids are Queer. The deadbeat dad is not happy about this, but he's the only one who thinks he has any authority over them, so it's fine. They mostly sit back and enjoy watching him hurt himself because he refuses to use the most basic caution or follow any kind of safety rules out of spite for being reminded to.

He's there just by absolute random chance, no one was planning for him to be on the same shuttle as his estranged dauson. He now thinks that as the adult he's the boss and they all have to listen to him and Respect™ him. Nope.

[ID: Four picrews, all with a watermark reading "Makowka" or "Makowwka". The first shows an angrily frowning man with white skin, unruly short brown hair, and stubble on his chin and cheeks. He is wearing round glasses, and has a red mark over his left eye. He's wearing a blue button-up jacket overa Star Trek shirt. The background is solid red-brown with a white circle behind his head. The second shows a young nonbinary Black person smiling at the camera happily, with dark freckles and a little speech bubble with a heart emoji in it. She has black hair that comes to just above her shoulders, with a yellow bow and gold heart-shaped earings. She's wearing silver glasses, and a white and blue tracksuit jacket. The background is the trans pride flag, with stripes of blue, pink, white, pink, and blue, with a cream circle behind her head. The third shows a young white boy with light brown hair and freckles smiling at the camera happily. He is wearing a white and blue tie-dye shirt, and the background is the Pride flag, with stripes of black, brown, red, orange, yellow, green blue, and purple, with a black circle behind his head. The fourth shows a young white girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a gap in her tooth as she smiles at the camera, blushing happily. There is a pattern of light scarring crossing her face. She's wearing a black choker necklace with a silver heart, and black crescent moon and star earrings, and a pastel shirt of blue, pink, and yellow. The background is the Ace pride flag, with stripes of black, grey, white, and purple. End ID.]

Anyways, the picrew art belongs to the creator, but the character concepts themselves are public domain because they were in my dream, and I say so.

#described images #dream art #it counts #Rjalker has weird dreams #Rjalker's OCs #not really. they don't feel like OCs.#Like they're just whole people who fell into my head.#I didn't make them lol. my brain did.#picrews #did I make a tag for characters from my dreams yet #Rjalker's dream characters #Rjalker's Dream OCs #eh #Dream art

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed.

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #frosty's dark!fics

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