#huh I’ve known how to do this for more than half my life

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The pan pride stellated icosahedron is done!

#origami #pan pride #stellated icosahedron #I learned how to make these when I was ten or eleven #huh I’ve known how to do this for more than half my life #I wonder if my 7th grade teacher would be glad to know that of everything he taught me #what I remember is every US state’s location a vague idea of the location of all the countries in the world and this origami #also how to make a kite from two sheets of paper two straws some tape a paper clip and some thread #the kite is a BIG hit with little kids btw they always think it’s so cool #but yeah he was my math and science teacher and I do not remember his math or science lessons #so idk how he’d feel knowing that. I should look him up and send him a plushie

[saerins]

─── 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄

+ gojo x f!reader | wc 2.3k | content: modern au, fluff, slight angst, rich!gojo, rich!reader, arranged marriage but reversed(?), slightly suggestive

notes: haha i was exploring tropes and this just came to me :’) fairly nervous so feedbacks and reblogs appreciated muwah <3

summary: sometimes you think that you and gojo are not meant to be. and sometimes, he itches to prove you wrong.

there are many things you would call gojo satoru. partner in crime, friendship on fire, a twisted manifestation of the kind of romance that would consume you whole if you didn’t take precaution.

“ready to do this, baby?”

he’s as sweet-lipped as ever, the honeyed words overflowing from his tongue. how you’d miss it, those words you hear at night, the saccharine praises that send you into overdrive.

“only if you are, sweetie.”

you’re equally good at it, having learned from one of the best—gojo satoru himself. you smirk at him, straightening his suit and tie. he looks devilishly handsome in that tailored suit, the one you had made for him. if you recall correctly, he only saves it for a special occasion.

and it qualifies—today is definitely a special occasion.

“so happy to be getting rid of me?” satoru asks you, pouting and putting on his best puppy eyes. his white lashes house a sea of crystalline blue, the kind you’ve gotten addicted to, the same pair you’d gotten lost in many times over.

you’ll never forget it.

the way satoru’s lips ghost over your own. the way his index finger trails up the side of your arm. he likes the goosebumps that sear across your skin. satoru loves knowing the effect he has on you.

this marriage of convenience has taken its toll on both your families. in hindsight, they should’ve known that they can’t control either of you. the gojo family, for all they’re worth, thought that gojo satoru would never betray their money, their status. and your family—they’d always known you’d objected to these notions; convenience, business, romance—the way these three intertwine intentionally, a manufactured relationship borne out of familial ties.

it’s bullshit.

how lucky for you, that gojo satoru felt the same. he still feels the same, which is why he’s in front of you right now, getting ready to drop the bomb in the investors’ meeting.

his father is sure to kill him, but that’s provided he can get through you first.

sure, getting married to gojo satoru was not in your life plans. your mother had chosen a very apt timing to tempt you, quoting half a million dollars as the condition for getting and staying married to that gojo boy. and sure, she can do her best to try and haggle that money back from you once the both of you are done with today, but you’re guessing she’ll be facing much more important and pressing matters than simply getting money back from her defiant daughter.

“this is what we discussed, satoru,” you sigh, avoiding his question like he knew you would. “one year, that’s all we needed. and look where we are now.”

satoru smiles, pearly whites and bad boy charm. “i’d miss you in my bed at night though.”

you smack him playfully across his chest. he only chuckles lowly, fondly, his right hand on your head, brushing your hair. it almost makes you want to stay. but that wasn’t part of the deal, and you’re not sure that either you or satoru are ready for commitments.

“must’ve been some pretty good sex to make the gojo satoru miss me, huh?” you play along, pushing yourself away gently, your hand on his chest.

satoru tips your chin up with his finger, looking you in the eyes as he tells you, “babe, you’re the best pussy i’ve ever had.”

complete romantic, as you can tell. (you can’t stop his vulgar tongue even if you tried.)

“okay okay, stop stalling, satoru,” you chide him, holding your palm out, smiling as he takes it. “got the evidence?”

satoru holds a thick envelope out, grinning. “all here.”

the two of you stand outside the conference room for a minute, staring at each other. in another world, maybe you’d be in this hotel with gojo satoru where you’re actually married—for feelings rather than a transaction. in that other world, maybe you and gojo satoru were childhood sweethearts, the kind where you grew old without all the fucked up relationships that branded both of you too overwhelmed to be in a real one right now. hey, maybe in that world, maybe just maybe, that vow that gojo satoru had uttered on your wedding day (the same that you had uttered as well)—maybe he would’ve meant it.

you didn’t think you would come to like gojo satoru. it’s been a long time since you’d first met him. when you’d seen him stomping into the meeting room of your company’s office like he owned the place, like everyone there was beneath him. he’d gotten right under your skin then and there.

getting along was no easy feat. it took three months for the both of you to agree to live together. strangely it took just one night for you both to give in to temptation once you did start living together.

both of you are menaces—that’s what your mother would say.

somehow, somewhere, those feelings you thought you’d never feel before blossomed again. the kind of trust you didn’t think you’d ever give was given to satoru and you wonder if he even knows it. but satoru has never changed his stance on relationships since the first time you met him; they’re a waste of time.

“you know, if you wanna keep me, all you gotta do is say so.” satoru’s looking at you, that jester smile plastered on his face. you can’t see his beautiful eyes when it’s all crinkled up like that, but you thank god for that. you don’t know how you’d resist him if you could see them.

“dream on, satoru,” you deflect, and expertly. you’re great at hiding your real feelings like that. “our deal ends today.”

yeah, the deal the two of you made with each other, right when both families thought their children had made peace with their decision, or their fate, as they liked to call it. neither you nor gojo felt any affection for the family you grew up in, not when they’d never took interest in either of you as anything other than an heir. when both your childhoods were filled with extra readings and learning proper manners. when satoru grew up learning from his father that women were just a means to a child and you’d grown up learning from your mother that if a girl is not beautiful then she is not desirable. you remember how she almost disowned you for getting a scar on your face, even though it was only temporary.

she has a penchant for the overdramatics. you think today might be no different. you hope not. the entire aim of today is to bring about the crumble of two empires—gojo’s and your family’s.

to hell with their money and their dirty syndicates. it’s filthy money they have their hands full with, and frankly, you and satoru are done playing their pawns.

as satoru leads the way, you loop your arm around his elbow, watching as his father is taken completely off-guard when he watches his own son expose his schemes, watching as your own parents try to salvage the situation by saying how children these days would do anything to get out of their responsibilities.

they’re all walking ironies.

you both watch as the investors walk out one by one, outraged and disappointed. you watch as satoru’s own father vows to kill him, and you scoff as your own mother seconds his notion.

“not if the law gets you first,” you tell them, effectively shutting them up as they hear the police sirens in the air.

they spew about how the both of you are pieces of shit as they’re taken away, and you find you couldn’t care less. maybe it’s a little inhuman of you not to feel a thing when you watch your parents getting taken away in handcuffs. but then again, they’d never really treated you like a human either.

“here you go,” satoru chirps as the sirens drown into the background. he holds out another envelope, this one solely for you.

you smile, a melancholy washing over you as you take it from his hands and take the documents out, flipping to the last page where satoru has already signed.

“our divorce papers,” you coo, “how romantic.”

because gojo satoru is always a romantic.

he remembers your birthday and remembers your favourite cake. he remembers what you need when you’re upset, never makes you feel alone. he remembers how you like your eggs and purposely cooks them wrong all the time. he remembers how you take your coffee and always gives you tea. he remembers how you always nag at him for annoying you and then annoy you some more because for some reason you look very attractive when you’re angry.

it takes you a minute to sign your own name. it kind of feels lonely now, thinking how you’ll never go back to the same apartment as satoru. how you won’t see him sprawled out on the couch, pouting because you’re a little late for movie night. how you won’t catch him staring at your body as you get changed. how you won’t get to throw your pillows at him in the morning for tickling you in bed just to get you to wake up.

after all—you’d agreed; these affections were temporary like they were always meant to be.

you can’t help but find yourself wishing for more. but you were raised to be ruthless, not stupid. you won’t let satoru know of your feelings, because all your deductions say that nothing good will come of it.

“hmm,” satoru hums as he eyes your signature. “wouldn’t be opposed to a special arrange—”

“not gonna be your fuckbuddy, satoru,” you deadpan at him, flicking his forehead.

“why not?” he whines, and you nearly cave.

because you can’t risk falling further than you already have when there’s absolutely zero chance of satoru catching you.

“because there’s a long line of guys i wanna date and you should get in line first,” you lie, and satoru smirks like he’s caught on to something.

but if he has, he doesn’t say a thing, and that tells you everything you need to know.

“guess this is it then, l/n y/n?”

you don’t want it to be, but it has to.

“you made a great fake real husband, gojo satoru,” you tell him, shaking his hand.

kind of a lame goodbye for two people who had shared everyday together for the past year. but you think maybe this brief goodbye should suffice. you don’t want the flames to burn either of you blue.

gojo satoru doesn’t say another word when you turn to leave.

and you don’t turn to look back at him as you walk away.

some chapters of your life should come to a close. your chapter with gojo satoru should remain here, kept close in your heart, kept warm as memories should.

six months later.

“i just think you and i would be suited for other people.”

it’s funny, how everything never works out between you and other guys. you don’t recall it being so hard with satoru. perhaps he was truly made for you, like the heavens designed. but both of you were too similar, too afraid of commitment. nothing was going to come out of it anyway.

and maybe that’s why you miss it.

his fleeting glances, soft lips on tender skin and a pair of calm blue that never fails to mesmerise you.

satoru is the fleeting kind of romance that burns so bright in its prime and the kind you can never keep close. not when he isn’t willing to tone it down and when you don’t have the tolerance to match.

strangely, maybe that’s also why you’re still drawn to him. you’re still hoping that there will be a flaw in the design, that your seemingly parallel lines will intersect somehow. that maybe you won’t have to try and replace him with someone else.

“yeah, kento, i get it,” you tell nanami, sipping on your tea as you watch him get up and go.

you and nanami would not have worked out anyway. not when you’re way too fucked up and he’s comparibly normal. it would be too much for him. you would be too much for him. you stare at the tea in front of you. you kind of miss those dates satoru took you on; trespassing on private property and reliving youth in arcades.

satoru is everything—love, heartache, gambles, sins. both of you are spun from the same thread, and maybe you believe that if soulmates exist, you and him have the same red thread twirled around your pinkies.

though, the fact that he isn’t here simply proves you to be wrong.

last you’d heard, satoru was travelling the world, carefree and spreading his wings like you always knew he would.

you find yourself wishing that perhaps, somehow, you’d meet him again. but you sigh and get up, knowing you are far too old for this wishful thinking.

but where you’d thought that satoru was roaming, you forget that he’s much like a swallow. because now, when you turn around, you catch that same shade of ocean blue staring straight at you, the same white locks that obstructed your vision in the mornings.

the same satoru who’d learned of love through you and you alone. the same satoru who, even if he leaves, will always find his way back to you, no matter how much you try to deny and push him away.

satoru takes two steps forward before he pulls you towards him, his long arms coming around you and holding you tight.

this time, he’s not going to let you go.

“y/n,” he calls your name softly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “wanna give this another shot?”

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New To This - Chapter 5

MASTERLIST

“Sup, trick,” a soft voice chuckled next to Delilah, and she turned to see Tiwa, her co-worker at the supermarket, presenting her a can of Mountain Dew and a bowl of jollof rice and stewed chicken as she joined her to sit on the staircase outside on their lunch break. “Want some?”

Delilah grimaced and bit into her carrot stick for emphasis. “You know I can’t have that. I’m workin’ out and shit.”

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about your wrestling. Shoulda brought you a salad or somethin’,” Tiwa joked, causing Delilah to roll her eyes good-naturedly. The two women had known each other since high school and had run in different social circles back then, but working together for the past four years had closed that gap between them.

“So, how’s wedding planning going? You still got time for that with your wrestling and all?” Tiwa asked as she threw her braids behind her shoulder.

“It’s going,” Delilah shrugged, staring out into the empty backlot of the supermarket. “My Mama’s making sure it’s going, anyway. We’ve put a deposit on the reception hall, but haven’t decided on the catering. I haven’t even thought about a dress yet. Luckily I got my mom’s wedding dress to fall back on if everything else goes to shit.”

“You sound bored outta your fuckin’ mind,” Tiwa pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard any woman sound this uninterested about planning her own wedding.”

“It’s not boredom. I’m just…tired,” Delilah insisted, shuffling her feet on the step she sat on. “Training and working two jobs hasn’t given me much time to think of anything else.”

“What about your man? Is he going to Panama City with you for the show? I mean, that’s gotta be exciting, right?”

“For me? Absolutely,” she responded, turning her face toward the sun. “The networking opportunities are beyond my wildest dreams. For him? Not really. He’s never been a wrestling fan. And he still thinks I’m outta my mind,” she added with a roll of her eyes. In reality, she knew that half the town thought the same way, but she never let it deter her. What she wanted to do with her life was no one’s fucking business.

Tiwa nodded in what seemed like understanding and chewed her food slowly. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah, that bad. He’s not cooperating at all.” Delilah huffed, feeling her blood begin to boil already. “First off, he refused to come to my first match. My very first match! He bitches about my training schedule all the fuckin’ time now. What is scaring him so much?”

“Gee, where do I start?” Tiwa snorted.

Delilah looked back at her co-worker, startled by her response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, girl. Look at it. Y’all supposed to be getting married soon and then your wrestling picks up. I saw your match on YouTube and it’s already at like a hundred thousand views. That’s a fuckin’ big deal, ya know? Not to mention you’re spending time with that steaming hot Jey guy that just might end up being your co-worker. And from all the buzz you’re getting, it’s only gonna be a matter of time before that happens. That’s gotta make Andre uncomfortable.”

She didn’t know her match had made it onto YouTube, but she would get back to that later. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am. And I’m happy for you. This town is boring as fuck. Someone needs to get outta this dump and do something interesting with their lives.” Tiwa took a swig of her Mountain Dew. “So back to you and this Jey dude. He seems to be giving you a lot of attention.”

“Y’all making it sound like me and him are seeing each other every day or somethin’,” said Delilah, her tone a little gruffer than she wanted. “That ain’t the case. Jey’s been like a second coach, like Tank. I want to make it to the big time, and if Jey can help me get there, I’ll take it.”

“You sure he hasn’t hinted at something more? Like, you know…”

Delilah shook her head. “Nope. We only talk about wrestling, that’s it. He’s been very professional.”

“Or he’s just waiting to get you alone,” Tiwa cut in. “Maybe that’s why he invited you to Panama City.”

“He invited both Dre and me. I won’t be alone. Tank’s coming along with me since Dre can’t make it.” She wasn’t sure what Tiwa was trying to insinuate, and though she didn’t like it, she tried not to show it. “Girl you trippin’. Relax. I’m getting married to the man I love. Jey’s already married, I think.”

“You think?” Tiwa repeated, and only then did it dawn on Delilah that she’d never seen a ring on his finger. Still… “He knows better and so do I. I got only one goal in mind, and that’s all I care about.” It had been two weeks since her first match, and she was just getting started with building a reputation for herself within the independent circuit. She was working hard and earning every bit of respect she was gaining, and she really didn’t want to throw all of that away.

“Okay,” said Tiwa. “I’m just looking out for you, girl. Do you, and make sure you’re happy while you’re doing it.”

“I know.” Delilah smiled and looked at her watch. Their break was almost over. “You coulda come with me to Panama City too, ya know.”

“Ha, if I do, who’s gonna cover your shift?” Tiwa said, getting to her feet. “Besides…I got a date on Monday night.”

“Oh. So you’ve finally gotten over your crush on Tank, then?” Delilah smirked as they walked back into the supermarket.

Tiwa gasped and avoided her friend’s teasing stare. “How many times am I gonna tell you, Parrish, it ain’t like that with Tank! It never was.”

“And yet, you’re blushing.”

“…..Bitch, bye.”

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From her place on the ring apron, Delilah watched in complete awe as Liv Morgan and Becky Lynch practiced in the ring for their match, still a good three hours before Monday Night Raw was set to air. The women were opening the show tonight, and she was very excited to see how it all played out. But watching them rehearse was so much better than anything she could have imagined.

The only thing that would have made her day better was Andre being with her. Of course, they had argued about the trip, in which Tank had tried to step in. He was being completely asinine and paranoid. She would never have stopped him if he had the chance to meet LeBron James or Patrick Mahomes, his favorite athletes. This was a once in a lifetime chance for her, and she really couldn’t understand why he was taking all of this so poorly.

“Now that’s a finisher right there,” Tank interrupted her thoughts as Liv Morgan hit Becky backwards in her signature Oblivion to get the pinfall.

Delilah turned back to look up at the huge Titantron as Liv’s theme song rang out in victory. “This is so cool,” she whispered. How amazing would it be to see her own name in lights that bright?

“Ayyy, look who showed up, uce,” a familiar deep voice sounded from the shadows behind her, and she looked over to see Josh making his way down the ramp. 

Without thinking through it, she rushed towards him and leapt into his arms. “This is so amazing! Thank you so much, oh my god,” she squealed happily, not caring if she sounded like a total fan girl at the moment. Never did she imagine she could ever experience all she had since coming down to Panama City; the backstage access, getting to meet the amazing wrestlers she watched on TV every single week; it was sensory overload for her as a fan.

Josh laughed as her legs tightened around him, supporting the woman in his arms with her round backside in his hands. “You welcome, baby girl. You enjoyin’ yourself?”

It was then, as he set her back on her feet, that Delilah noticed how good he looked in his Nike tech fleece outfit. At the same time, Tank appeared from the corner of her eye, and she quickly took a step back from Josh. “Yes! Everyone’s been so nice. The wrestlers, the officials, it’s been awesome.”

“Good to hear. Wanna go talk to the girls?” Without waiting for an answer, Josh grabbed her by the hand and tugged her toward the ring where Becky and Liv now sat on the apron. They looked over at the approaching trio and waved. “Hey, Jey, hey Tank,” greeted Liv, her eyes skating over Delilah’s form. “Wanna introduce us to your friend?”

Sneaking behind her, Josh shoved the shy woman closer to his colleagues. “This is Delilah Parrish. She’s an indie wrestler in the Pensacola region,” he introduced.

“Oh, fellow hometown girl, huh?” Becky’s friendly nature was infectious as she extended a hand toward the new woman. “Nice to meet you, Delilah. I’m Becky.”

“Delilah. Like Samson, right?” Liv inquired. When Delilah nodded, her smile widened. “Such a cute name. I like it. You stickin’ around for the show tonight?”

“Yeah.” Delilah muttered shyly. It was the exact same tone she had taken with pretty much everyone she had met so far. It was all so overwhelming, she felt like she was in a dream.

“Ay Livvy Liv, you busy?” Josh asked. When she shook her head, he nodded toward Delilah. “How ‘bout you show our guest here how it’s done in the big leagues?”

Liv set her towel aside with a shrug. “Sure, why not?” she answered, turning her gaze to Delilah. “You up for it?”

Shocked, the trainee looked back and forth between them. “Wait, you want me to wrestle her? Right now?” 

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Josh shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “Unless you think you can’t do it.”

Offended, her eyes darkened right away. “Hell yeah, I can do it.”

He stepped closer to her, staring her right down, “Then show me,” he whispered.

Liv leapt back into the ring and backed up, beckoning for Delilah to join her. “Come on, show me what’cha got,” she challenged.

Before she knew what was happening, Delilah was locking up with Liv freaking Morgan in the middle of the ring, listening for her rushed verbal cues as they sparred like old partners. So immersed was she in the match they were constructing, Delilah didn’t notice that Josh and Tank had been joined by a few other men.

“Who’s the girl?”

Turning his head slightly, Josh took his boss’s hand in a handshake and then returned his attention to the action in the ring. “She’s one of Tank’s,” the Samoan spoke of the trainer who was now shouting instructions to his pupil from outside the ring, while Becky cheered on Liv on the other side.

Triple H watched with a critical eye as the new woman launched herself off of the ropes and knocked Liv to the mat with an impressive, albeit stiff clothesline. “She’s unpolished,” he deduced.

Josh shrugged. “She’ll get better,” he assured the older man. “Her very first match was just two weeks ago and she killed that shit, man. Two hundred thousand views on YouTube already,” he added, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice.

“I see.” The multi-time World Champion nodded his head, his gaze still fixed on the story the women were trying to tell in the ring.

As Liv wedged her horizontally between the ropes by the turnbuckle, Delilah glanced to her left, her heart nearly jumping into her throat when she saw Triple H of all people, watching intently a few feet away, as though waiting for her to do something special. She was so distracted that she didn’t hear Liv’s reminder to brace herself for the impact of her double-knee attack. Liv’s knees and shins colliding with her sternum knocked the air right out of her, causing her to collapse hard in the corner, limbs twisting everywhere as she hit the canvas.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” Liv screeched, as Delilah rolled to her side and slowly made her way to her knees with a moan. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It was my fault,” she puffed, taking the other woman’s extended hand to pull her up.

“Yeah, Triple H has that kind of effect,” Liv said, winking at her. “I was the exact same way the first time I saw him.”

Risking another glance at the base of the ramp, Delilah breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Hunter had left them alone, but dread quickly filled her insides as she wondered what he’d thought of her performance.

“What the hell was that?” Josh’s laughing voice interrupted the ladies’ conversation. Delilah blushed wildly and ducked under the bottom rope. “I panicked,” she admitted softly. “So tell me the truth,” she said. “How bad did I fuck up my only chance to impress that man?”

Josh helped her out of the ring and set her down on her feet. “You tried. Let’s just leave it at that.” Her nervous expression caused him to wrap an arm around her waist for a quick hug. “But ay, you went for it, and Hunter appreciates that,” he whispered.

The feel of his breath on her ear sent shivers down Delilah’s spine. She shook it off quickly, deciding that she was still being a fangirl, that it was just his breathtaking presence that still affected her. She would have felt the exact same way if it had been Andre holding her like this.

Mistaking her inner turmoil for something else, Tank nudged her from her other side. “You did good, kid. I could tell Hunter liked it,” he said.

The uncharacteristic compliment from her usually no-nonsense teacher caused Delilah to blush, but before she could respond, a stage hand called for Tank to follow him up the ramp, leaving her all alone with Josh. She felt very self-conscious as she walked next to him towards the backstage area.

Somewhere along the way, Josh had invaded Delilah’s thoughts and fantasies on more than a few occasions. Never, since getting with Andre, had she ever thought about another man while making love to her fiancé, until lately. She wanted to blame it on seeing him every week on TV, recalling his deep, seductive voice on the phone, all of which left her imagining things she never dreamed of. Yeah, he seemed to be a bit touchy feely, but he had never made an outright pass at her, and had done nothing beyond a few flirty words and gestures. Maybe she was overthinking it too much and just needed to relax.

Josh looked down at her, trying not to stare into her tank top from his considerable vantage point. She was engaged to be married, but he couldn’t seem able to tell himself that it meant she was off limits. He was drawn to how unaware she was of her beauty and her sexiness, and it made her that much more attractive in his eyes. “You quiet. What’s on your mind?” he asked her, forcing himself out of his wayward thoughts.

Delilah followed him into a huge locker room. “Just thinkin’ about how surreal all of this is. It’s one thing to see it on TV. It’s a whole ‘nother thing to see it all up close…” she trailed off, shaking her head in awe.

Grabbing two bottles of water, Josh directed her to a table and sat across from her, opening her bottle before sliding it to her. “Yeah. Wait until you become an actual employee.”

Scoffing, she drank from the bottle and leaned back in her chair. “Right. Like that’s gonna happen.”

“What makes you think that?”

With a sigh, she looked around the empty room. “I don’t know. For all intents and purposes, I’m still a rookie,” she reasoned. “I got so much more to learn. I don’t even look like the typical WWE Superstar. My hair’s too damn big and curly. I haven’t put on enough muscle yet.” Casting a glance over her own body, she sighed again. “And I’m gonna need implants, which I definitely can’t afford,” she added.

Josh looked her over, zeroing in on her chest. After seeing her in her wrestling outfit a couple of weeks ago, he was convinced there was nothing wrong with her hot body. “You don’t need no implants,” he assured her.

Shock washed over Delilah at his blatant assessment. “Okay, um, so where else are we going after this?” she asked nervously, hoping to break the suffocating tension building between them.

“Whatchu doin’, Delilah?” Josh ignored her question, watching her brush her hair out of her face for the hundredth time, the glint of the rock on her engagement ring seemingly taunting him every time she did so. “What exactly are you puttin’ in all the hours training and wrestling for? To achieve your dream? Or to get away from your fiancé?”

Recoiling a little, Delilah narrowed her eyes at what he had asked. Why was he being so intrusive? “Dude…” she stammered, her defenses going right up. "I’m not…I’m not sure how that’s any of your business.”

“Baby girl, this business is everything to me,” Josh said to her, his tone strangely serious. “It’s my whole life. And I get a kick out of seeing other people who love it too and get immersed in it for all the right reasons.” Shaking his head, he crossed his massive arms over his broad chest. “I need to know which side you’re on, so I’ll know whether I’m wasting my time with you or not.”

“Wasting your time? What the fuck…I never asked for your attention, Josh!” she shot defensively, staggered by this sudden change to their conversation. "To be honest, I don’t even know why you are showing any interest in me.” Behind her, she heard the door open, and she forced herself to lower her voice, even though she was seething at his audacity. “Maybe I should ask you. What’s in this for you, huh? Why me? There are a million other new wrestlers that you could be focusing on.“

Shrugging a shoulder in agreement, Josh leaned back in his chair and let his dark gaze scan her from head to toe. "Maybe,” he conceded, a smirk playing on his lips. “But it’s not them I wanna fuck.”

The words struck her like a blow to the gut. Did she hear him right? Was he suggesting that he wanted to sleep with her? That he was as attracted to her as she was to him? Did he fantasize about her too? Did he forget she was engaged? Wasn’t he married? How could he make such an open confession?

Before she could say something, the room began to fill up with members of the Raw roster, Josh stood up and gestured for her to do the same. “Come on. Let’s go find Tank,”  he said to her.

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[fullofbees]

Let All That You Do Be Done In Love (Simeon x F!Reader x Solomon)

You find out that the rules regarding angels' activities are a lot more lax than you initially thought.

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CW: Smut, Oral Sex (M receiving; M and F receiving), Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie eating, clothed sex

Word Count: 4,725

It was no use. There is no way you’re going to be able to remember which ingredients go into which potions by exam time. You’re going to make a fool of yourself in front of the class when your potion blows up in your face. 

Papers, books, pencil shavings, and various note-taking apparatuses are strewn about the round mahogany table before you. Despite the two hours you’ve been studying, you were no better off than when you began. Dramatically sighing, you fall back against Solomon’s plush red couch, hoping the cushions swallow you whole. 

Simeon chuckles from where he is seated to your right, “Penny for your thoughts, Little Lamb?”

Pouting, you dejectedly cross your arms over your chest, “I just don’t understand! How are you guys able to memorize this stuff?”

Solomon is perched in a matching red loveseat further to the right of you and Simeon. He shuts his own textbook, shaking his head with a small smile, “It gets easier the more you practice.”

“Easy for the who-knows-how-old sorcerer to say. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to practice. I don’t even have any magical abilities…” You lament.

Simeon is next to shut his textbook, “Why don’t we take a break? Returning with fresh eyes might help.”

You nod, bringing your legs up so that you can sit crisscross. Curse Levi for luring you into a gaming marathon. Lucifer is going to kill you if you fail this test. 

Never one to care about awkward silence, Solomon says, “It’s nice to have you visit us here in Purgatory Hall. We hardly get to see you outside of classes,”

“I’m sorry. Ever since Lilith was revealed to be my ancestor, it’s like the brothers are around every corner. I think the only time I’ve been alone is when I’m in the bathroom.” You joke, though the humor doesn’t reach your eyes. 

Simeon’s soft gloved hand squeezes your shoulder, “It’s okay to want privacy. We all need to be alone from time to time.”

“I never expected I would become so involved in demon life, you know? I’ve yet to learn anything about you and Luke or the Celestial Realm.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to know about me?” Solomon asks with mock hurt in his voice, hand splayed against his chest as if wounded.

You giggle, “Oh, finally gonna tell me your secrets, huh?”

Solomon chuckles before throwing a wink your way, “Nice try.”

“If you want to know about the Celestial Realm,” Simeon says, turning to face you completely, “Go ahead and ask. You have my full attention.”

“Oh, uh…” You tap your chin in thought, “I guess, what rules exist for angels? Do angels make pacts; can they be summoned?”

“Angels are forbidden from interfering in the lives of humans unless our Father explicitly tells us to. He did give humans free will after all, and if our presence is known, it disrupts the choice you are given. He wants you to willfully follow him,” Simeon explains, “So no, we do not make pacts, although we can be summoned, but it takes powerful magic to do so.”

You nod along, “So someone like Solomon?”

The sorcerer interjects, “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Michael refuses to answer my calls.”

“To be fair, last time he let you visit, half of his army fell sick from your cooking,” Simeon counters.

Solomon shrugs, “It tasted fine to me.”

Ignoring the queasiness in your stomach at the thought of Solomon’s cooking, you return your attention to Simeon. “Is there a hierarchy to angels? I know Lucifer was pretty important.”

“There is but not in the way most humans think of hierarchies. Angels are sorted based on how closely they work with Father. The “higher” angels, like Mammon was as a Throne, work closely with Father while “lower” angels like myself and Luke work closer to Earth and Humanity. However, we are all of equal status, though some angels are granted more power to help keep order.”

“Really?? Mammon in charge?! I love the guy but he’s not the most responsible person.” Your mind pictures the demon decked in white, a stern pout on his face as he tries to boss the other angels around. It makes you laugh.

Joining your laughter, Solomon remarks, “Knowing how air-headed he can be, it was probably for the better that he was kept away from humans. Who knows what trouble he would have caused.”

Sliding off your left shoe, you then playfully chuck it at the sorcerer, “Hey! Only I can make fun of him!”

Solomon merely catches your shoe and sticks his tongue out at you. You do the same.

“Children, please,” Simeone sighs, though you can see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

Ever since coming to RAD, Simeon has been uprooted from the destiny he was created for. He has told you a few stories about his work; going incognito in the Human world to train Luke in the ways of salvation, guiding “lost lambs” back to their paths, and creating a ripple effect of harmony.  

Now he attends class in a world not meant for celestial beings, studying alongside his former brothers. You asked him if the Devildom changed them. Yes, he said, but their foundations had remained the same. 

Here at RAD, there are only two humans here for him to guide. Solomon needs relatively little guidance, though with the strange aura emanating from the man, Simeon does not mind keeping his distance. Then there’s you, sweet and naive, only knowing of angels and demons once you were thrust into their world. 

You wonder if that’s why he always jumps at the chance to help you when you seem stressed. Humans in need is his domain. Does it feel natural, comfortable even, to help you?

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you press on with your questions. 

“All of you refer to the same ‘Father’. I know the brothers aren’t blood-related, but instead created at the same time. Does that make them your brothers too? Actually, would all angels be considered siblings?”

Simeon’s face lights up with a delighted smile, “That’s a great way of thinking about it! The specifics are a bit more complicated. I’m not saying you aren’t smart, but since the Celestial Realm exists outside of the same reality as your world, it might be difficult to explain concepts that don’t exist in your reality.”

“If you’re all related then I guess you couldn’t date each other.”

Solomon snorts into his hand as Simeon flusters out, “Pardon??”

“I mean, what do you do for relationships, or are those forbidden for angels?” You ask, side-eyeing Solomon from your seat. 

“W-Well, uhm,” Simeon scratches nervously at the back of his neck, “Some of my fellow angels have mentioned having relations with humans when they visit their world?”

Tilting your head in confusion, you ask, “Isn’t that what got Lilith in trouble though? Falling in love with a human?”

Simeon squirms in his seat, face heating up, wondering how– if– he should explain further. 

With an exuberant chuckle, Solomon beats him to it. “He means the angels fuck.”

Your eyes go wide as you wildly scramble toward Simeon. “WAIT! YOU GUYS ARE ALLOWED TO FU-”

One hand holds the back of your head while the other covers your mouth. “It’s not that simple, and please don’t yell,” Simeon grumbles, flashing Solomon a murderous look.

You pry the hand from your mouth. “What’s not simple about fucking?” You ask with a teasing lilt.

Simeon wants to run, to retreat into his bedroom before this goes further. He can’t entertain this line of questioning. Not when you’re leaning towards him in a uniform skirt that’s riding up your thighs. Not when he can feel the warmth of your breath. Not with Solomon here. Instead, Simeon falls silent.

The poor angel, however, is not subtle. 

You had noticed all session how his eyes would drift over your form, quickly glancing away when his gaze would land on your thighs. Once, his eyes flitted from your thighs back up to your face, only to see you looking back. His face flushed as he quickly forced himself back into his work, admonishing himself for getting caught.

Simeon looks identical to then, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. His eyes are glued to the floor, hands pressed into fists in his lap. He doesn’t see the look you and Solomon share, a silent agreement, and a plan being instantly formed. 

Solomon stands from his seat, moving to sit next to the angel, which forces you both to scoot to accommodate him. He stretches his arm over the back of the couch, partially leaning in over Simeon’s lap as if he needs to share an urgent secret with you. Mirroring him, you lean in to meet him halfway, noses almost bumping. Simeon is trapped underneath you two, pressed into the couch’s cushioned back. 

“Do you know the dos and don'ts of divinity?” The sorcerer whispers, eyes flitting down to where your shirt is unbuttoned. 

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m only human, after all.”

The comment elicits a soft chuckle from Solomon. “An angel's divine purpose is to love and guide humanity, right?”

You nod, though you can’t follow his line of thinking, unsure of how it will lead you to what you both want.

“Let’s simplify it, then. An angel’s divine purpose is to love. As long as their actions are guided by love, then it isn’t sinful.”

Simeon squirms underneath you before sitting up abruptly, requiring you and Solomon to part. He clears his throat. “Yes, well, there you have your answer. Angels can have sex with humans as long as they love them, and as long as they control themselves by never interfering with that human’s defined path.”

“Have you ever had a human you loved like that, Simeon?” You ask, placing your hand on his upper thigh. 

“Yes…” He shivers under your touch, “I mean, no. Well, yes. Yes and no.” 

With his arm still slung on the couch, you watch out of the corner of your eyes as Solomon nestles into the angel’s side. When Simeon reacts and tries to lean away, he ends up pressing his body even closer to yours. Your fingers now dance along his thigh, slipping higher along the inside seam of his pants. 

He is no stranger to the advances of humans. Many have tried to seduce them to their beds and he would decline without a second thought. 

But he couldn’t help it here; he found you and Solomon to be a particularly endearing set of human beings. Thousands of years old with magical skill that was trained and fortified over those centuries; Solomon represented the physical and mental prowess of humanity. On the opposite end of the spectrum, there was you. No magic, yet with an abundance of love and dedication that enchanted the strongest of demons; you represented the spiritual and emotional depths of human beings. Though never having met before RAD, you both easily contrasted and complemented the other, creating the most complete picture of humanity Simeon had ever seen.

How was he not supposed to love you?

He feels like a thousand suns burning all at once. Is this what love is supposed to feel like? An all-consuming inferno that scorches his thoughts to ash, all while the heat warms his bones and alights his soul? He loves humanity, but the feeling flowing into him from both of you is infinitely more sacred. 

Your hand slides to his crotch, and Simeon spreads his legs wider without a second thought, releasing eons of pent-up energy into a single groan. Solomon begins to pepper feather-light kisses to the angel’s neck as you palm his hardening cock through the fabric. 

Simeon’s head lolls back against the couch, giving Solomon ample room to bite and lick at his adam’s apple. He feels you nudging his cheek with your nose, and when he adjusts to look at you, you swiftly capture his lips. Soft moans escape you both, only parting for quick draws of air before hungrily meeting again. 

He gasps when you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, warm skin encircling his engorged cock. You pull away from his lips with a giggle.

“Do you always go commando?”

Parting his lips to speak, Simeon’s words die in his throat, replaced by a guttural cry. Solomon looks up at you with his own mischievous grin, his fingers pinching one of the angel’s nipples.

“Sorry, I always see them straining against his shirt, I couldn’t help myself,” Solomon says. 

You laugh. “I don’t blame you! You should feel his cock next; he’s so fucking hard,” you say, squeezing his shaft for emphasis.

Sparks fly up Simeon’s spine, hips rising slightly off the couch to chase your touch. 

“Please…” He whimpers.

Solomon’s and your attention snap to the angel, worried that you’ve gone too far.

Simeon huffs, “Please don’t tease, I’m not–  I’m not used to–”

You gently shush him before pressing a kiss to his cheekbone, “We’re going to make you feel so good, okay? Can we do that for you?”

Sliding off the couch, Solomon kneels on the ground between Simeon’s parted legs. Your hand retreats from the angel’s cock, now pulling his shirt halfway up his chest to expose his abdomen. Solomon makes quick work of undoing the clasps of Simeon’s pants but waits for his confirmation before attempting to remove them. 

“Yes,” He licks his lips, “I want it so bad.”

Grabbing the waistband, Solomon pulls Simeon’s pants down just far enough that his cock springs free. The sorcerer begins to stroke the angel’s shaft languidly, watching with delight as droplets of precum begin leaking out the tip. 

Simeon groans into his shoulder, biting his lip with hopes that the pain will keep his remaining restraint under his control. But your hand is trailing up his abdomen and to his chest, delivering a teasing flick to his nipple, before reaching his neck. Gently grasping the angel’s jaw, you force him to look down at Solomon.

“Keep your eyes on him for me, okay? Let Solomon see what he does to you,” you whisper.

The hot timbre of your voice pressed to his ear sends shivers down Simeon’s spine. 

Solomon’s thumb sweeps over the angel’s cockhead, causing Simeon’s hips to buck into his touch. An amused smile adorns the sorcerer’s face as he watches Simeon writhe beneath him. Each glide of his fist over the angel’s silken shaft elicits a luxuriant moan, growing in volume and desperation as the climax grows nearer.

The hand once holding Simeon’s jaw now brushes Solomon’s bangs back, your fingers repeatedly combing through his hair to keep the strands off of his face. He looks incredibly attractive like this, like a windswept adventurer ready to take on his next challenger. You make a mental note to tell him later on. 

“I’m guessing you have a suggestion?” He teases.

“Something like that…” you say. 

Tracing your fingers along the planes of Solomon’s face, you admire the simple beauty of the sorcerer. Pristine skin like virginal porcelain that, despite his true age, still gives way under your touch as your fingers skim across his left cheek. They trail down his nose, noting how its slenderness adds to his deceivingly dainty appearance. Finally, they fall to his svelte lips, always upturned with a knowing smile, but now parted as he waits for an answer with bated breath. 

Still, you end up glancing back at his half-lidded eyes. For it has always been his eyes that intrigued you; a premonitory slate blue reminiscent of gray clouds melting into the seawater below as a storm brews beyond the shore. They beckon you like siren to sailor. Will you willingly sink into his depths?

Your thumb brushes along his lower lip as you finally grant him an answer to his question, “I want to see Simeon fuck your pretty little mouth.”  

Solomon’s mouth falls agape with a silent gasp, and you resist the urge to slide your thumb along his tongue. After all, he will be much more of a tantalizing vision when he’s gagging on Simeon’s cock. 

Solomon shakes his head with a smile before looking up at you through his lashes. “You can be quite the minx when it suits you.” 

A weak and breathy laugh escapes Simeon, “You’re just now noticing?”

You scoff playfully, your fist coming to rest on your hip, “I don’t know what either of you are talking about.”  

The two men snicker briefly, laughter dying down as they reorient themselves in the moment. 

Taking hold of Simeon’s hand, you guide it to thread into Solomon’s hair, securing his grasp. The angel surprises you when he begins to caress Solomon fondly, fingers combing his hair back and gently scratching his scalp. The scene makes your heart flutter, beyond elated that you get to share this experience with them.

Solomon begins with a teasing kiss to the tip of Simeon’s cock, tongue teasingly swiping over the searing flesh for a first taste. Simeon’s hand reflexively grips tighter on Solomon’s hair, a muffled whine resonating in the space. 

The ember of your arousal begins to light as you watch Solomon slowly drag his tongue from base to tip. The sorcerer never breaks eye contact with you as he generously allows Simeon’s heavy cock to rest against his cheek, smearing the combined fluid of his saliva and the angel’s arousal on his skin. Simeon’s whines elevate to groans as the sorcerer takes the whole of his tip into his mouth, obscenely sucking on it before releasing it with a wet pop. 

Your hand slowly glides up the exposed skin of your thigh, piling the fabric of your skirt up until your panties are exposed to the warm air. You tease yourself, fingers dipping between your legs with the faintest of touches before disappearing, only to repeat the process. With each new dive, you increase the pressure behind your hand, dragging the soft material of your panties along your clit.

Solomon brings Simeon’s tip into his mouth again, though he now allows his jaw to go slack, sliding further down the angel’s shaft. His hand continues to work what is not in his mouth, and you can feel yourself getting lost as you watch the rhythmic slide of Simeon’s skin between Solomon’s pale fingers.

The pleasure overwhelms Simeon, hips jutting upward at the same time his pressure on the sorcerer’s head increases. Solomon gags, and you fully expect him to pull back, but the sorcerer remains composed, inhaling through his nose.

“F-Fuck, ‘m sorry…” Simeon pants.

When it looks as if Solomon may retreat to reassure the angel, you lean forward and place your hand atop of Simeon’s, forcing the sorcerer to continue his descent. Solomon moans under you, the vibrations sending another shockwave up Simeon’s spine.

You look back at Simeon, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in line, you just enjoy yourself.”

Simeon quietly nods. You don’t really care for quiet.

“Doesn’t he look beautiful like this? Worshipping you?” You taunt. 

Something beyond physical pleasure sparks in Simeon’s body. He’s spent his entire life in reverence to others; to Father, to Michael, to humanity. It never occurred to him that someone might want to gratify him to the same extent. The idea felt salacious, teetering on the edge of blasphemy, but the river of piousness below tempts him. He has only lived to serve, so why must adulation feel so good?

“Y-Yes– gAH–” Simeon whimpers as Solomon bottoms out around his cock. 

Returning to your spot cozied up against Simeon’s side, you hand withdraws from Solomon’s scalp. You finally grant yourself some relief, fingers pushing past the hem of your underwear to greet your soaked lips. Gathering slick on your fingertips, you circle your swelling clit, releasing a pleased sigh. 

Solomon begins to bob his head along Simeon’s shaft, a melody of moans and lasciviously wet slurps rumbling from his throat. No matter the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, the spit drooling down his chin, nor the soreness in his jaw makes him falter. Simeon’s cock pulses deliciously on his tongue and he will not stop until he can kiss the angel’s seed into your hot mouth. 

Simeon’s whimpers grow restless, tired from keeping his tensing thighs and stuttering hips under control. His euphoria is reaching its peak, the pleasure overwhelming as Solomon fondles his balls until their tightening in his grip. The sorcerer hollows his cheeks around the angel's throbbing cock, causing Simeon’s spine to arch as his head falls back against the couch.

“Please, I’m going to– going to– mmmph!” Simeon’s warning is cut short as you shove your drenched fingers into his mouth. His tongue eagerly lathes against your skin, the taste of you finally pushing him over the edge.

Having sensed how close Simeon was, Solomon had pulled off of his cock. Lowering himself closer to the ground, Solomon hurriedly strokes Simeon through his orgasm, the angel’s cum dripping and pooling onto the sorcerer’s waiting tongue. 

Simeon’s body collapses bonelessly against the couch, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You remove your fingers from his mouth before kissing his sweaty temple.

While lovingly gazing at the angel’s blissed-out expression, Solomon’s hand roughly grabs your face and turns your attention to him. Before you can react, the sorcerer has lips on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You groan as you taste the tangy flavor of Simeon’s seed being shared with you. 

Solomon is jittery with pent-up lust as you return his kisses. His hands begin to fumble with his belt, ripping the leather from the loops harsh enough to tear one of them clean off. He reluctantly parts from you, sliding his pants down until his own aching cock springs free. Papers fall off and crumple on the coffee table as he sits on it.

You don’t waste time, removing your panties and tossing them off to the side. Solomon grabs your wrist, tugging you towards him as his other hand fists his cock. Happily you nestle onto his lap, back against his chest as he guides his tip into you. You’re so worked up that he sheathes inside you without resistance, each inch lighting your nerves on fire as he fills you.

Solomon releases a shuddering sigh, trying to stifle the twitch of his hips. His hands move to cup your breasts as he buries his nose into the crux of your shoulder and neck. He doesn’t want to move immediately, instead savoring the way your warmth engulfs him so completely. You reach behind you to thread your fingers in his hair, a subtle inquiry.

“I’m okay,” he whispers against your skin, “It’s just been a while since I’ve held another like this.”

You smile though he can’t see it, understanding the disorienting loneliness that comes with being surrounded by supernatural beings. Though Solomon carries his own immense power, it was something he fought to have; a struggle that those born magic could never fully empathize with. 

Lying your head back against his shoulder, you softly reassure him, “You can hold me anytime you need.”

He turns his head to kiss your cheek, “Can I fuck you anytime as well?”

Solomon always had an uncanny way of bouncing back after a moment of vulnerability, one that normally concerns you, but you elect to ignore it for the time being. You’ll talk to him about his feelings during a time his cock isn’t splitting you in half.

“Ooh! You should sneak into the House of Lamentation! Won’t the thrill of being caught be exciting?”

The sorcerer laughs before gently spanking the outside of your thigh, “Minx.”

“Making plans without me?” Simeon asks, steadying himself as he scoots to the edge of the couch cushion. Having tucked his cock back into his pants, the angel removes his gloves, setting them off to the side. 

“We’d be caught in an instant Simeon, you’re very vocal,” you tease.

The angel stutters, the heat crawling its way back onto his skin. 

You giggle, nudging his leg with your foot, “Never said I didn’t like it.”

Simeon clears his throat, hands taking hold of your knees and spreading your legs wider. “Let’s see how well you do then, hmm?”

You go to answer but a quick thrust of Solomon’s hips turns your words into a whine, which both men chuckle at. 

Solomon sets a steady, yet unhurried, pace, his hips leisurely rolling into you as Simeon refuses to let your thighs clench together. The angel’s eyes are focused on where Solomon’s cock slides in and out of your sopping core. Your breathless whimpers, Solomon’s raspy groans, and the wet slap of his cock sinking into you create a symphony in the room. 

One of Simeon’s hands slides up your thigh and to your core. Hesitantly, the angel presses his thumb against your clit, experimentally circling the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes– right there!” You gasp, thighs tensing as you clench around Solomon. The sorcerer mutters his own string of curses in a language you can’t identify, hips faltering at the feeling of your walls milking his cock.

Simeon watches as slick weeps from your sex, throat becoming parched as he remembers the taste of you on your fingers. The angel slips down to his knees despite the tight space between the couch and the coffee table. He centers himself between your spread legs, the other hand remaining on your knee now gripping your hip. 

Lips replace thumb as Simeon greedily sucks on your clit, moaning at the taste on his tongue once again. You keen at the sensations of his warm mouth venerating your body, free hand falling to grasp at his hair and keep him close to you. His tongue descends through your folds, teasing the underside of Solomon’s shaft in the process. 

It becomes too much for the sorcerer. He angles your bodies slightly forward as the feeling of his climax overwhelms him, hands still desperately holding you to him. Heated ropes of his seed fill your cunt, Solomon choking out a sob as he gives you everything he has. 

Cum starts to spill past where you two remain joined, dribbling down Solomon’s balls. Simeon dutifully begins to clean up the spend with kitten licks to the sorcerer’s sensitive flesh, causing Solomon to hiss in pleasure.

Simeon then carefully removes Solomon’s softening cock from you. His mouth returns to your cunt, tongue sinking into your entrance to lap at the sorcerer’s seed.

Another overwhelming shudder racks through your body, “S-Simeon! Do– N’T stooop!”

Though exhausted and fucked out, one of Solomon’s hands drops from your breast to tiredly play with your clit. 

Unintelligible cries pour from your lips as the pressure builds inside you. Simeon mercilessly fucks your cunt with his tongue, staring up at you with awe as you shake above him. You desperately chase your peak, grinding your hips against the angel’s lips.

Your peripheral vision fades into stars as your orgasm finally rips through you, heart pounding in your ears. Simeon eagerly downs the combined essence that flows from you, noisily slurping at your cunt.

After a few moments, you have to push the angel’s mouth away from you when you feel the coil begin to tighten again. You don’t think your poor pussy could handle another round. 

You crumple against Solomon, quietly panting while your consciousness slowly returns to you. All of three of you take the time to simply bask in the moment, comfortable in the afterglow of your affection. 

The moment doesn’t last as Asmodeus bursts through the door to Solomon’s room, “Hey, hon! You weren’t answering your texts, so Lucifer sent me to–”

Asmo’s eyes scan over the scene. Even though you’re all mostly clothed and facing away from him, you know there is no way the Avatar of Lust wouldn’t be able to tell what just occurred. The room smells of sex, your discarded panties are in plain view, and Simeon has yet to wipe the wetness from his chin.

The demon scoffs loudly, folding his arms over his chest as he stomps his foot to the ground.

“No fair!! How could you not invite me!?”

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[geralts-yenn]

Believe in Me - Chapter 7

chapter warnings: oral (f receiving), vampire handling? lol, p-i-v sex, talk about vampire stuff, vampire bites, talk of violence, weapons mentioned, idk, I’m bad with warnings, tell me if I missed something

word count: 4,3k

A/N: I'm back from my summer break and this is what I brought home for you. We got a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, some smut and a lot more angst. Sorry!

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Everything around Aurora drowned in a fog. She heard August, Charles and Melot talking. Melot shouting even, but not a single word rang through to her. The only sound she noticed was her thundering heart and a high-pitched whistle that rang through her head.

At some point, she felt hands wrapping around her shoulders, and somehow she found herself sitting on the couch in the large lounge room the next moment. There was Maria sitting next to her, holding her hand and Melot on the other side, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. 

“What’s happening next?” she heard her own voice asking, though she couldn’t remember wanting to talk at all. Melot rubbed his hand along her spine. 

“You’ll be staying here. No matter how much I want this to be wrong, August is right. You are in danger. But we’ll be working on a solution.” Aurora wasn’t happy with Melot’s answer but she trusted him and she accepted it.

Maria weighed in: “Hey, at least Charlie could convince August that I can stay with you. I won't leave you alone. Promise!” She was giving Aurora's hand a firm squeeze.

Aurora squirmed nervously on the sofa. “Uh, I might have missed parts of the conversation. Everything after August telling me I was his guest is a blur.” Her head dropped.

Melot leaned forward, pulling Aurora tighter to his side and guiding her to look at him with his fingers gently pressing on her chin. 

“August wants Charlie to be your personal bodyguard,” he explained. “I tried everything to convince him to let me do that, but August just doesn't trust me.” Frustration and anger reverberated in his voice. 

Charles took over the conversation. “I'm with you in this, okay? Don't fear that I will do anything other than protect you in any way. And I will give you two as much, uh,” he paused to share a small mischievous smile with them. “As much private space as August will allow me to.” Maria shoved an elbow into Charles' side.

“So, my dad’s a god, huh?” It should have sounded like a joke, but everyone could tell that Aurora wasn’t joking right now. She was shocked. Thirty minutes ago, she hadn’t even known gods existed. It wasn’t a far stretch, now that everyone knew about vampires. But she realized she had never thought about the existence of other unearthly creatures. 

Another time it was Charles that answered. “It was quite common a few thousand years ago that gods and humans shared their beds, and there were plenty of demigods. But there was always drama surrounding these relationships and with time, gods became more careful. They avoided getting humans pregnant. Actually, I only heard tales of half gods and I’ve been here for quite a while now.” Maria chuckled at his remark. She would have loved to ask him how long exactly, but she didn’t want to interrupt this conversation with her stupid banter. 

But Aurora was done with brooding over her situation. She really needed a break. “So my dad is some god who doesn't know about birth control, great. Do I need to know more? Do I have any superpowers? Laser eyes or something cool?” This was making Charles laugh and soon everyone joined, even Melot. 

The change of mood lifted a weight from all of their shoulders. They chose to ignore for the rest of the day the total mess that Aurora's life was and the problems that came with it. Melot wasn't supposed to work tonight, and Charlie's new job was just being with Aurora anyway.

So they ordered take out for the girls and just sat together on the couch, watching old sitcoms. They decided it was time to finally catch a breath. Melot and Aurora cuddled on the couch and listened to Maria and Charles throwing pointed remarks at each other. When Aurora was almost drifting off to sleep, Melot got up and guided her back to her room. Charles watched them getting up the stairs, giving a small nod of approval to his cousin.

“Do you want me to stay?” Melot asked, trying to hide the hope in his voice. But Aurora grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the room. “I need you to stay!” she whispered before she started kissing him. 

They both dropped on the bed. Melot did quick work with the jersey dress Aurora had hastily put on before rushing to meet August. He hummed as he took in her picture, laying in front of him, only wearing her panties. 

“You truly are a goddess!” he whispered in between pressing wet kisses over her whole body. “Let me worship you!” He rolled down the lacy fabric of her underwear and parted her legs with a gentle push at her knees. 

When Melot put his mouth on her, Aurora couldn’t help but think of what Maria had told her. ‘He really learned a thing or two over the last centuries’, she thought. Her smile only faded when she couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. His tongue was relentlessly circling her sensitive bud, only interrupting when he sucked and rolled it between his lips every now and then.

She was almost there, the tight feeling growing in her stomach, when he slipped a finger into her. 

“Oh my god! Melot!” Aurora cried out. Aurora’s eyes rolled back in her head with the way his finger just hit the right spot. And when his mouth found back to her clit, she came undone. She arched her back and her legs quivered around Melot's curls.

He got up and watched her hungrily as she lay spent on the bed.

With a blink of an eye, all his clothes were gone. Aurora gazed at the perfect body in front of her, biting her lip.

“I could get used to those vampire tricks,” she laughed.

Another blink and she was pinned against the wall. Melot held her wrists with one hand above her head while his other one took the rest of her weight effortlessly, wrapped around her thigh.

“Could you?” His voice dropped seductively. Aurora was panting as she felt his hard cock press against her. If it meant he'd take her like this, yes she could.

“Please, fuck me!” she pleaded, and Melot was eager to obey. He guided Aurora to sink down on his length. Both of them moaned into each other's mouths as Melot started to move.

Pressed against the wall, Aurora wasn't able to control anything, so she just closed her eyes and focused on taking in as much as she could of her lover. She felt Melot's cock pushing in and out, his hips crashing against her skin. His fingers digging into her flesh, his chest trapping her own frame, his soft hair brushing over her hardened buds with every jolt. She felt the sweet ache of her arms restrained in Melot's tight grip.

It didn't take long until she felt another orgasm approach. But just as she was about to fall over the edge, Melot had moved her another time. She was on the bed, on her stomach, her ass high in the air.

“This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Melot purred as he was running his fingers along Aurora's sides until they rested on her cheeks. Then his cock was finally filling her again. 

His strokes were hard and fast now, almost desperate, and Aurora gasped as she felt him so incredibly deep inside of her. 

Melot bent forward, his mouth lapping and sucking at the soft skin of Aurora's neck. 

“I need to come, baby, or else I can't hold back any longer. Your scent is too sweet.” Melot snarled and as his fangs scraped along her skin she knew what he yearned for. And Aurora wanted him to pierce her flesh and drink from her. 

Instead, they both crashed their bodies frantically into each other. 

Melot laced his fingers with Aurora's and guided her hand to press down on her belly. A gasp escaped her as she felt him move inside of her.

Their desperate search for release was finally over when Aurora reached her high first and took Melot with her, her walls clenching around him. 

Melot dropped on the bed beside Aurora, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“You have no idea of how much I love you!” Melot's voice was hoarse as he told her what he wasn't afraid to admit any longer. 

Aurora enjoyed the pure bliss it was to lie in Melot's arms. Humming, she turned so that she was resting on his broad chest, her eyes locked with Melot's. His pupils were blown wide, almost no red visible any longer as he watched her.

“What is it that makes us feel this way, Melot? Is this real? It feels so real…” 

His fingers traced along her jaw.

“I don't care what it is, as long as it makes me feel the way I feel right now. My whole life, I thought some part of me was missing. And now I know it was you. With you beside me, I feel whole.”

They kissed for a while, then they made love another time. And just as they got out of the shower and thought they should get some sleep, Melot's phone rang.

With a groan, he took the call, August's name on the display a clear sign that he couldn't ignore it. He didn't say much, but the feelings reflected on his face told Aurora that Melot didn't like what the king had to say to his nephew.

After he ended the call, Melot ran a hand over his face. He dropped on the bed next to where Aurora sat. 

“I got the order to work a day shift. The Warriors of Light are up to something big. And I'm the only one who can spy on them while they expect us to hide from the sun.” 

“Wait, so you'll have to go now? You haven't slept a minute!” Aurora didn't want him to leave her. She needed him. There was still so much to resolve with August. And she was scared that Melot would put himself in danger.

“Technically, we don't need to sleep, my love. Though I have to admit a bit of rest would have been helpful.” When he looked into her wide eyes, he realized her fear. “Don't worry, it's just an observation job. I'll be back with you in no time.” Melot pressed a kiss on Aurora's forehead before he got up and started dressing. 

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Melot let Charles in, who took a seat in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace.

“You need to feed from her!” he said tonelessly. Both Melot's and Aurora's head shot up to watch Charles in shock.

“What?” Melot shouted. “August would kill him!” Aurora added. But Charles shook his head.

“Look, you've been through a lot the last few days. I guess you haven't slept in a while.” Melot nodded while Charlie continued. “I have a bad feeling about that whole Warrior of Light thing. I fear this is bigger than August thinks it is. And it's a day mission. Melot, you won't be able to get help and the sun will weaken you further.” He took a deep sigh. “Feed from her. You will need the extra strength. I will stay with you and make sure you can stop. And I make sure August won't notice.”

Aurora and Melot locked their eyes, both confused about what to do. 

“Do you really think I am incapable of handling this on my own?” Melot asked, a tint of bitterness in his voice, even if he wanted nothing more than what Charles had just suggested to him.

“No, Melot. I just don't want to take a risk. Aurora needs you. And I do, too. If her blood can help to keep you safe, we need to take that chance.” 

“He's right!” Aurora acknowledged. “Please let me help you!”

Melot's gaze fell from Aurora's face to her throat, then to Charles, who nodded at him and back to Aurora. He sat down next to her and brushed a finger over her jugular that she held exposed to him.

“I wish I could, darling, but we need to be careful. August would notice new wounds on your throat, even with your godly healing abilities.” 

He took Aurora's wrist, where August's bite was still visible as two tiny red spots.

Melot kissed the soft skin of her arm. And after checking that both Aurora and Charlie were ready, he sank his fangs into her exactly at the same place as August had done.

Aurora could feel how Melot's and her own hearts were beating in unison. A warm feeling of happiness spread in her chest. Melot's pupils were blown, even more as when they had loved each other. But this time he was able to keep himself from losing his mind. This time he was prepared for the sensation of tasting her, which made it easier for him to stop.

After a few gulps, he pulled back, licking carefully over Aurora's wounds. His hands were shaking as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.

“Thank you!” he gasped, barely audible to Aurora. 

They held each other in a tight embrace. Aurora felt Melot's heart race in his chest, faster than a normal human would have survived. 

Then he broke away from their embrace and walked to the door. Charles was by his side the next moment, and Melot patted him on his back, “Thank you, brother.” Then his eyes locked a last time with Aurora. “I'll be back soon. I love you.” And then he left the room. 

Charles was about to follow when Aurora called after him. “Why did you do that?” she asked.

Charles sat down next to her. “Because I love him. Just don't tell anyone! Especially not him.” Both of them chuckled.

“You know, he's a different person since he has found you. And I really like seeing him that happy. I will give everything to protect you two.”

Charlie got up again. “You should get some sleep! I will wait outside until you are awake again. Then we'll see how Maria and I can distract you from missing that fool.”

It was hours later when Aurora woke up again. She found Maria and Charles on the couch. Maria straddling Charles' thighs and Charles feeding from Maria's neck, to be precise.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you!” she said, but Maria objected that she wasn't disturbing at all. “Charlie's just having breakfast,” she said with a wide smile. 

Still feeling a bit like an intruder, Aurora took her time to prepare some cereals and pour herself a cup of coffee. Then she sat down on the far side of the couch, doing her best to ignore the other two. 

When Charles was done with feeding, he left them, saying he needed to get some things done for August. 

The two other vampires that took his place in guarding Aurora were standing at the door, watching her and Maria attentively and it felt so much more awkward as with Charles. But that's what Aurora's new life looked like and she tried to ignore it as much as she could. 

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Maria was making herself comfortable on the couch by her side. 

“It's okay, I guess? Still not really comprehending that I'm imprisoned here. And it's a nice prison, to be fair. Especially when Melot is here with me. But I am still scared of what's to come.” Maria nodded sympathetically. 

The two girls did their best to avoid the topic of Aurora being a demigoddess, a dangerous weapon and the hostage of a vampire for the next few hours. Exploring the garden, the pool area and the entertainment system helped a lot to forget. But even all the advantages of being locked away in a large mansion of an unreasonably rich vampire got boring after a while. That's why Charles found them both studying when he got back to them.

“You know you can't go back to college anytime soon, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow that made Maria roll back her eyes dramatically. “Doesn't mean she shouldn't use her brain anymore, does it?” 

Aurora would have laughed about those two, still denying that they liked each other, but as it was almost midnight by now, she was starting to get nervous. Melot's job was supposed to be done during daytime. He should have been home by now. Aurora hoped that at least Charlie had heard from him, but he had to disappoint her. “I'm sorry! I tried to call him but he wouldn't answer. He only sent me a message that he'd call back later.”

Aurora checked her own phone once more, but there weren't any messages from Melot, so she tried to distract herself by going through her essay once more. 

Another hour later, August entered the lounge room. The same as the last time she had met him, Aurora noticed that the room felt colder suddenly and a tension was filling her soul.

Everyone sank their heads as they greeted him, but August just waved with his long fingers to show them they could relax. 

When his gaze fell onto the girls, he frowned. “You won't be back to studying, Aurora. Did you not understand?” Charles chuckled and told his uncle that he already pointed this out, and Aurora saw how Maria bit her lip to suppress the same comment she had snapped at Charles earlier. 

August's eyes were still locked on Aurora and Maria. “Not to appear patronizing, but ladies, I am a person who cares very deeply about aesthetics. Would you please adjust your wardrobe to my standards? I can't accept you hanging around here in sweatpants.” He opened his wallet and took out a credit card, throwing it onto the coffee table. “Charles, could you please help them find appropriate apparel?” Without waiting for an answer, he left the room. Maria looked from Aurora to Charles and broke out in laughter. “He's serious, right?” 

Charles' smile widened. “Dead serious! He loves to gather nice-looking things around him. Go shopping, ladies!” He took Maria's laptop and opened a website full of lingerie that cost almost as much as the rent of Maria's apartment. With a wink, he turned the computer back to the girls. 

As the night went on, Aurora got more and more nervous. Melot still wasn't home, he didn't answer calls. Charles tried to calm her, saying that this wasn't something unusual. Sometimes a job just didn't work out as planned. Maria finally managed to convince Aurora that she needed some sleep when the sky was already turning bright. And Aurora drifted away to sleep way faster than she expected.

The clock on the bedside table showed 5:34pm when she woke up again. Immediately she grabbed her phone, but there were still no messages or calls. She didn't bother to get out of her pajamas. When she got out of her room, Mike got up from the chair that was standing next to her door. So it was his turn to guard her. Aurora ignored him, running down the stairs where she found Charles. 

He was running up and down the room, his phone pressed to his ear. When his eyes met Aurora's she knew immediately that Charles' patience was gone by now, too. He was looking concerned. 

“Aurora! Did he call you?” He already knew the answer but he had to ask anyway. As she shook her head and tears gathered in her eyes, he wrapped his arms around her.

“Damn! I'll talk to August! I'm taking a team to the warehouse. We'll get him.”

He was waving at Mike, who was still standing at the stairs. Even the usually so cheerful vampire had a hint of panic in his expression.

“Mikey, take her to Maria's room and keep watching them.” Mike nodded and guided Aurora back up the stairs.

Charles was gone before Aurora set her foot on the first step. He knocked at August's door, not caring that the king didn't like to be bothered in his private rooms.

“Come in, Charles!” he heard the king saying, the annoyance clearly notable in his voice.

Charles took a deep breath and opened the door. It wouldn’t be easy to talk to August, but they had to do something about Melot. No matter what caused him to stay away so long, if he were safe, he would have called by now.

“Melot and you make it quite the habit to disturb me way too early into the night. I don’t like that! So please tell me it’s something important”

August was sitting in his bed, his back rested against the headboard. Tight-lipped, he watched as Charles bowed before him.

“Melot is still not back. It’s been more than 24 hours since I last heard from him, and that was only a brief message. I really think he’s in trouble. August, please, let me take some of your men to get him.” The king brushed with his fingers over his mustache. 

“You’re not very confident in your cousin's abilities, Charles. I think we should give Melot a chance to work things out on his own.” August didn’t seem to be concerned in any way by Melot’s disappearance. Charles couldn’t believe it, and his anger made him talk without thinking.

“What’s wrong with you, August? You are always talking about us as a family. But you treat us like we are your servants. And especially Melot always gets your anger and disapproval, no matter what he does. Why can’t you be supportive of him for once? He needs your help!”

August rose from his bed and was next to Charles in a second. But to Charles surprise, he didn’t rip out his throat. Instead, he guided Charles to sit down and took the chair next to him.

“Listen, I may be appearing hostile to you, but it’s all for your own good. This is the way I support you. You are learning so much more if you can’t rely on me all the time. If you need to work out things on your own. You are important to me. All of you that I gather around me. You are my family. And Melot - he is special. He is capable of more than he knows. More than any of us knows. And with my constant criticism, I can bring him into the position that he once will need to take. He needs to find out how incredibly talented he is. I can’t do that for him.”

It isn’t very often that Charles was left speechless but at this moment he was. That was not what he had expected to hear after he had lost his temper with the king. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t supposed to be punished for his words. 

“Thank you for your honesty, your majesty. But please let me take at least Syverson and Marshall to the warehouse and see what’s happening there. Your safety is in danger, too, as long as the Warriors of Light are still working on their plans.”

After a moment of thinking, August replied, shaking his head. “Syverson and Marshall are needed at the club. But you can take Mike and Will. Go see what is happening but don’t make it a bloodbath. We need to be careful, we’re bound to laws now. People are still fearing us and we want this to change.”

Charles was thankful that he got the approval to get Melot and he didn't want to lose another minute. "What about Aurora?" he asked, realizing that there won't be anyone to guard her.

"I will take care of her myself." August got dressed as the other vampire watched him suspiciously. "Don't look at me like this." The king chuckled deeply. "She's Melot's. I won't touch her. I'm not a monster."

It took Charles only a minute to gather everyone and everything in the living room. All sorts of weapons were splayed out on the kitchen counter. Charles, Mike and Will were dividing them amongst each other while discussing plans.

Aurora was balled up on the couch, crying her heart out, Maria giving her best to spend some comfort to her friend. August was leaning against a wall watching them all calmly.

And then there was this sound. Aurora's head shot up. Would Melot use the doorbell if he was back? Probably not, but that didn't stop her hoping that it was her boyfriend. 

Charles looked at August with a frown. "We don't get visitors that need to use the gate often." He explained to Maria and Aurora as he walked to the entrance. When he switched on the monitor, Aurora gasped.

"I need to talk to the king!" said the woman standing at the gate. Aurora started crying again.

"It's Tara. My sister." It was not the time to argue with her family about her living situation with vampires. And Charles must have thought the same. He answered through the intercom.

"Tara, Aurora is here on her own accord. We won't be discussing her decision with you. Please leave our property." But Tara was shaking her head. 

"I'm not here because of Aurora. I'm here because of Melot. He needs your help."

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Part 8

#believe in me #vampire au #melot x ofc #melot fanfiction #modern au melot #vampire!melot #vampire!charles #vampire!august #my writing

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For the rafe x barry prompts: anything where rafe is jelous and angry. Like rafe walking into Barry’s trailer, like usual, expecting to find barry alone and ready to listen to him complain and rant about his life or whatever, but instead he’s with someone (maybe a girl) and they’re sitting too close on his couch. Maybe they aren’t even together yet but still, Barry’s his.

I finally got my shit together and wrote this yesterday at 1 am. You can see how I gave up in the end but I hope you like my take on it!!

Jealous

Rafe/Barry

Rafe parked his bike in front of Barry's trailer, tonight he needed a distraction, someone to take his mind off all the chaos in his life. Barry was always his go-to for that and he wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but him right now.

He barged into the trailer without knocking, as was customary between them. "Barry, you wouldn't believe the day I've had," Rafe announced dramatically.

However, the sight that greeted him took him by surprise. There, sitting on the couch beside Barry, was a girl he had never seen before. Her smile was big and bright, and it seemed like the two of them had been enjoying each other’s company for some hours, based on the several empty bottles of beer on the table in front of them.

Rafe scowled, feeling a surge of irrational anger. "Well, well, well, look who's got some company."

Barry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Rafe, you always know how to make an entrance. This is Hannah an old friend."

An old friend huh? Rafe thought. What does that mean? Like an old girlfriend? And why did he even care? (Rafe knew deep down why he cared though.)

Hannah gave Rafe a friendly wave, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. "Hi there, nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Rafe muttered through gritted teeth.

Barry chuckled, clearly noticing Rafe was pissed of and enjoying it. "So, what's got you all riled up today? Trouble in paradise again?"

“Nah, just a rough day, I guess” Rafe said and looked away.

Barry's expression softened slightly as he realized Rafe was more on edge than usual. He glanced at Hannah and back to Rafe. "Alright, man, take a seat. Let's chill for a bit."

Rafe hesitated for a moment before sitting down on one of the creaking chairs. He couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that Barry and Hannah had some kind of special connection and it hurt more than it should.

As the conversation continued between the three, Rafe struggled to keep his jealousy in check. He found himself provoking and poking fun at Barry and Hannah, trying to mask his vulnerability.

Hannah had this smug smile on her lips and Rafe felt himself getting really annoyed at it. “What?” he barked at her.

She giggled softly. “You know, I’ve been married for four years. His name is John.” she said.

Rafe fell quiet for a few seconds, reflecting on this new information and what it might mean. The then gave her a genuinely confused look, as he was wondering what that had to do with him.

“So you don’t have to be jealous, honey. Barry and I have known each other since when we were kids and never ever have there been anything romantic between us, so you can chill.” She continued.

Rafe just stared at her with his mouth half open. He didn’t know what to answer. He looked over to Barry who looked equally confused for a moment before a smirk began to form on his face.

“What are you suggesting right now?” Rafe asked her, nervous of the answer he suspected was coming and how the hell he would reply to it. Hannah just smiled and looked from Rafe to Barry and back again.

Barry's smirk grew wider, clearly amused by the situation. He leaned back on the couch, putting his arm around the back of it, as if settling in for some good entertainment. "Seems like Hannah's just trying to clear the air, Rafe. No need to get all worked up."

Rafe's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and frustration. He hadn't expected to be caught in his jealousy so easily, and he didn't like feeling so exposed. "I'm not jealous," he muttered defensively, trying to brush it off.

“Oh but you are” Hannah chuckled “and the two of you are in love so just kiss already.”

Rafe's eyes widened, and his heart seemed to skip a beat at Hannah's blunt remark. He felt like the ground beneath him was shifting, unsure how to respond to her bold declaration. Barry's arm remained casually draped over the couch, but he was now looking at Rafe with an intensity that made him squirm uncomfortably.

"Okay, that's enough, Hannah," Barry laughed, but the look of uncertainty on his face evident.

Hannah just shook her head, smile never faltering. "Uh huh I’m sorry but I’m not gonna let this slip Barry. If there is one time in my life I’m gonna wingman somebody it’s now.” She said apologetic and turned to look at Rafe.

“Me and Barry have been hanging out the whole evening and half of the time it has just been Rafe Rafe Rafe.” she continued.

Rafe felt his face burning hot, and he glanced at Barry, who was now looking a little flustered as well. “I’m gonna head home for the night and leave this conversation up to you.” She smiled and stood up.

As they said their goodbyes and good nights to Hannah and she had closed the door after her their gazes met. Rafe didn't know what to say. His feelings for Barry were complicated, and he had spent so long denying them even to himself. The idea of admitting them to Barry, let alone acting on them, was terrifying.

Rafe swallowed hard, trying to find the right words, but they seemed to escape him. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him - fear, desire, and a deep longing.

Barry leaned a little closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey man I don't know what to tell you dawg, Hannah has a way of being pushy, but she means well." He laughed softly.

Rafe could feel his warm breath on his skin, that’s how close they were. It would be so easy to just lean in the last few inches and close the space in between them but it would also be the riskiest bet in his life so far.

”So you’ve been talking a whole lot about me, huh?” He chuckled instead. Still just inches the other man.

“So you’re jealous of me spending time with girls, huh?” Barry countered.

“What if I am?” Rafe responded tentatively, careful to keep the eye contact even if all the wanted to was looking away from those scrutinizing, beautiful brown eyes.

No point in backing out now he thought, it’s do or die. He would probably either get his ass kicked or have Barry laughing the entire situation off just to never bring it up again. But he had to give it a shot so he bit his lip and continued “What if Hannah’s right and I’m just madly in love with you?”

Rafe's heart pounded in his chest, his vulnerability laid bare in those few words. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity as he waited for Barry's response. He was torn between the fear of rejection and the hope that maybe, just maybe, Barry felt the same way.

After a few entireties passed Barry finally let out a soft laugh. “What if you are, country club, and what if I feel the same way?” Braver than Rafe, he reached his hand forward to grace Rafes neck. Rafe took a tentative step forward just to show Barry that he wasn’t fucking around, waiting to see if Barry were, expecting a slap in the face at any point now. But there were no slap, just a warm mouth on his, and rough hands on his body. Rafe immediately answered the kiss, probably to rough, to needy, but he wanted this for far to long to hesitate even one second.

And that’s how Rafe being his own dramatic self landed him a boyfriend. *jealous girl by Lana Del Rey playing in the background*

#barry obx #rafe x barry #rarry #rafebarry #barafe #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafeandbarry #drew starkey #nick cirillo

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Wanna request toman member reader and tsundere mikey who got rly jealous after seeing reader is out on a cafe going lovey dovey with haitanis. Mikey sulked after saying she’s a traitor going out w tenjiku n shit & reader wondered wtf is wrong with him, then he accidentally confessed his feelings and jealousy and reader is like… oh mikey they’re my half brothers yk

hey love! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you like this! (And I’m sorry this is rushed I’ve been super busy)

In any case here’s Mikey and lord knows we need Toman Mikey

IDIOT || MANJIRO SANO

reader is gender neutral!

pairing: manjiro (mikey) sano x reader

tw: cursing, and dumass-ness (it’s Mikey)

Manjiro Sano wasn’t exactly one to get incredibly jealous.

Sure, he may get pouty sometimes, but he rarely gets truly angry because of jealousy.

He just had no reason too. He was the leader of one of the best gangs in Tokyo, he had amazing friends, and he was interested in someone who clearly brought out the best him. If anything, his life was as could as it get right now.

The only way it could get better was to become official with the person he was interested in….you.

You had always been someone to stand by him. You always fought for or with him, and when he was down, you were always the one who picked him up. You were truly the best most beautiful person in Mikey’s life, and Mikey wanted nothing more than to stay with you forever.

That’s why he sort’ve why he let his feelings come to light.

He didn’t exactly say he loves you, but he made it as clear as could be. He stared at you constantly, he always kept an arm around you, he always talked about you in a more-than-friend way, hell, he’s gotten so close to kissing you that Draken started taking pictures.

Mikey thought he had made his feelings very clear. But somehow it wasn’t enough, because here you were, out with not one, but BOTH of the Haitani brothers, clearly flirting.

Of all the people in the world….why them? Mikey couldn’t help but ask himself this while he watched you laugh so hard you almost peed yourself. A bright blush was on your cheeks, as you hugged and kissed both their cheeks so many times he lost count.

The blonde couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. Not only had you just betrayed Toman, but you also managed to shatter Mikey’s heart into pieces in an instant.

Just how long had you been helping Tenjuku? How long had you been toying with Toman? How long had you been toying with Mikey? The thought of it all just hurt him so much that he thought he would truly vomit.

The longer he watched, the sicker he felt. Very quickly though, Mikey saw red.

He no longer moped in sadness, but in absolute anger. He was doing everything in his power to not just snap right there and then.

Unfortunately, when Mikey saw you get up and walk towards an ice cream truck, presumably for the three of you, he just couldn’t hold back. Mikey marched right up to you, grabbed your wrist and just went off.

“HOW COULD YOU, HUH?! YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!”

“…what?” you questioned, truly baffled by Mikey’s outburst.

“DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU GOING OUT WITH THEM! YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING DOING THIS TO TOMAN?! I SHOULDV’E KNOWN….I SHOULD’VE KNOWN YOU DAMNED TENJUKU SPY” Mikey continued.

“Manjiro are you delusional?”

“WHA-YOU’RE THE ONE WHOSE FUCKING GOING OUT WITH THE HAITANI BROTHERS!”

“Bu-“ you tried saying, but you got cut off by Mikey, who was absolutely going bat-shit.

“I LOVE YOU Y’KNOW! I WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE WITH YOU! FUCK, I WANTED TO MARRY YOU….BUT NO! HERE YOU ARE BETRAYING EVERYONE! DAMMIT, HOW COULD I HAVE EVER LOVED A TRAITOR LIKE THAT……” Mikey trailed off. His eyes sort’ve went blank and he only stared at you, lost.

“…. you love me?”

“Shut the fuck up you Tenjuku scum” Mikey mumbled before turning away, only to be stopped by you.

“Mikey!” you yelled forcing him to face you.

“What-“

Mikey was cut off a soft, mesmerizing feeling touching his lips. He couldn’t help but melt into the feeling as he harshly kissed you back. His tongue slipped in between your lips as he fought for dominance.

Unfortunately, just as he won, you breathless pulled away, gasping.

“Mikey….” You whispered, deeply looking to Mikey’s glimmering, yet confused black eyes. Suddenly, he shook his head and angrily glared at you. “What the fuck was that?! You’re not supposed to do that you traitor!”

“But, Mikey-“

“No! Why would you do that?!” he fought back.

“MIKEY-“

“WHY?!” he began screaming.

“GOD DAMMIT MIKEY DO YOU NOT HAVE YOUR HEAD ON STARIGHT?! I DON’T LOVE THE HAITANI BROTHERS, I LOVE YOU! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT YOU DENSE ASS! AND HOW COULD BE SO STUPID TO THINK I WOULD EVER LIKE MY OWN BROTHERS! MY LAST NAME IS ‘HAITANI’ FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

For a second, everything went quiet. Everyone in the park nosily started at you and listened to your conversation, while Mikey just gave you a nervous, yet blank look. Clearly, Mikey remembered you talking about the Haitian’s being your half-brothers.

“….Oh. I forgot” Mikey blankly answered.

“You fucking Idiot”

“…I’m your idiot though” Mikey grinned, intertwining his hand with yours.

“You sure are”

From there, you stuck by your idiot boyfriend’s side, no matter what. No matter how hurt or angry he was, you always sat down and picked him up again. Even after the fight with Tenjuku…after you fought your brothers, you ran away and followed Mikey out of the battlefield.

You stuck by him through it all, and truly showed Mikey how to love. And for that, Mikey couldn’t be more grateful.

You really are the most important thing in Mikey’s life. And to think, he almost ruined everything by forgetting your last name!

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you #mikey #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #manjiro sano x you #sano manjiro #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro #mikey oneshot #tokyo revengers oneshot #manjiro x reader #manjiro x you

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 2: rooftop (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, smut in later chapters

taglist: @inkthgoat ​ @pnsduck @mysideeffectsofyou

masterlist

You nearly cried when you saw half a million yen in your bank account Saturday morning. You spent a few extra minutes in bed, grinning at the ceiling and thanking the kami for Hawks. You couldn’t help but think of the smile in his voice and the playful spark in his eye. I should thank him again, you thought. You reached for your phone just as a text came through.

Hawks: morning! the transfer should have gone through by now, lemme know if you got it

You: Yes, I got it. Thank you again, the amount is extremely generous for three weeks. I hope my work lives up to it

Hawks: i’m sure you’ll be worth it :) so for monday, i was thinking we should meet up near the psc hq with enough time for you to give me a quick crash course on taking photos for evidence. I’ve got an ear piece for you too, so we can be in constant contact while we’re spread out

You: Yeah we can do that. Do you have a DSLR?

Hawks: lol what is that

You: Are you serious

Hawks: nah haha its the 21st century, i know what a digital camera is :D i don’t have one though

You: omg good grief Hawks

You: Most cell phones can take pretty good pics these days, so I’m sure yours will be fine. Or I can teach you how to work the SLR and I’ll use my phone since I know what I’m doing

Hawks: ooo I kNoW wHaT i’M dOinG

You: Wow, the attitude. I could always just take your money and run

Hawks: could you tho? i bet i could track you down

You: I could go off the grid and you’d never find me

Hawks: eh, you’d get bored and lonely. plus i have my ways

You: Maybe bored, but I doubt I’d get lonely. Snowy owls are solitary

Hawks: not always ;)

You couldn’t help but blush. His cheeky banter made you wonder how he could be so comfortable with someone he just met. You crafted, then deleted, then rewrote, then deleted your reply again, trying to find the line between professional and playful. He was right, after all, and spring was on its way.

You: I should have known you were going to be a handful, Hero.

Hawks: ;) ;) ;)

You rolled your eyes and blushed again. Goofball, you thought. You just might reciprocate the flirting, once your work was done.

You: Text me when you have something important to talk about, Bird Brain

Hawks: aw c’mon, i’m just teasing ya

Hawks: how does 3:30p monday at the family mart a block east of the psc sound? we can grab some snacks, hang out on the rooftop and take some practice shots

You: No offense, but you kind of attract attention, so going anywhere in public in the light of day with you is going to be a no for me. Nighttime shooting is more involved than shooting in full daylight, that’s when I think we’ll need to practice. How about tomorrow after sundown?

Hawks: you just can’t wait to see me, huh?

Hawks: but yeah, I can make that work. same place, 8p tomorrow. and i’ll grab snacks beforehand, all by my lonesome :’( what kinda stuff you like?

You: Sounds good to me. Nothing spicy. Other than that I’m really not picky. Something salty and something sweet I guess

Hawks: no spice? bummer

Hawks: i’ll hook you up tho. see you then!

You felt childish sitting on the roof with your feet overhanging the side of the stories-high building downtown Fukuoka. The busy street below bustled with life, but no crimson feathers to speak of yet. Your stomach was convinced you were on a roller coaster, slowing ticking up and up and up towards the crest of a great drop. No professional dealings had ever gotten you in knots like this.

What if I’m a bad teacher? What if he’s a total moron and doesn’t understand anything I say? What if I trip over my words? What if I forget something super important and his photos turn out horrible? What if he forgets to take off the lens cap?

Your anxiety and the bracing breeze sent a chill through you. You pulled your thumb sleeves tighter over your knuckles. Cold weather was your comfort zone, but something in the air felt… Different.

You pulled your camera bag onto your lap and fiddled with the settings. The night cityscape from the top of the building made for a nice shot, and it might ease your nerves to practice what you wanted to say in your mind before Hawks arrived. You stood, knelt, leaned, trying to get the composition just right when you sensed a presence behind you.

“Ayo! Getting started without me?”

“Geez, tell the entire neighborhood we’re up here!” you griped, turning off your camera.

Hawks laughed, took off his flight goggles and slid his headphones off to hang around his neck. “Not like we’re doing anything nefarious up here anyway! How ya been?” he asked, sitting down to lean against the half wall ledge next to you, konbini bag in tow.

“Fine, just getting a couple shots of the skyline,” you said before stowing your camera. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Same old stuff, chasing cliche thieves and villains. Come check out what I got for ya. Whatever you don’t like I’ll be happy to eat. Cool jacket by the way. Custom made?”

“Oh, this?” you gestured. “I modified it myself actually. All I did was take some cheap track jacket, cut a hole in the back and surged the edges. Well, and I dyed it black.”

“Let me see the back,” he asked, gesturing for you to turn around. You turned shyly, spreading your wings out to compliment the work you’d done. Hawks smirked, impressed. “Very nice. You sew then?”

You tucked your wings back in and sat next to Hawks. “I like to make or modify stuff for my wings at least. Tailors are expensive, plus sometimes I get the itch to do creative stuff.”

“That’s really cool. I may have to commission you for some of my ideas!” he said, pulling out a veritable buffet of konbini goodies. You chuckled.

“Geez, are we expecting guests?” You grabbed a pack of umaibo, one of your favorite crunchy snacks.

“Nah, I’m just a growing boy! Hero work burns a lot of calories, and I haven’t had a break since lunch!” he said as he tore into a famous Famichiki. He offered a second to you. “Saw these right next to the register and couldn’t pass ‘em up. Something about konbini fried chicken warms the soul, ya know?”

You took it, smiling. “These remind me of middle school.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How so?”

“There was a Family Mart between school and home, I used to grab them all the time,” you said. “Glad you don’t mind being a cannibal.”

He laughed. “Right? People call me that all the time! We can’t help that we’re birds of prey!” His laughter warmed you. Or was it the hot food?

“I always wonder what school was like,” Hawks continued. “I was home schooled. Well, sort of. I never went to regular school at least.”

“You didn’t go to UA?” you asked. “I thought that was pretty much a requirement for pro heroes.”

He shook his head. “Nope, not for me at least. I might have liked to go there, but…” He looked into the distance. “Growing up wasn’t the best for me.”

You tilted your head and looked at him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Eh, s’just how it is. Things are good now. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about stuff like where meals are gonna come from anymore, you know?”

You frowned. “Damn, it was that bad? I hate that.”

He polished off his chicken and stole some umaibo from your open bag. “Yeah, it was shitty but it didn’t last forever. But enough about me anyway. What’s your family like?”

“Mom was pretty quiet and Dad was super busy, so pretty typical family, I guess. Although I do have a twin brother.”

“Ooh, that’s cool. Where do they all live?”

“Up in Hokkaido,” you said, stealing back your umaibo.

“Damn, that’s far. Anywhere near Sapporo?”

“Mom’s near Date where I grew up, a couple hours southeast of Sapporo. Don’t really know where my dad is these days, and my brother’s way out in the middle of nowhere. He hates the city even more than me.”

“You hate the city?” he asked, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Too much going on. The noise, the lights, the swarms of people… It’s a lot. My hometown was pretty quiet but there was no opportunity for work there. Sapporo would have been alright probably but… I just wanted a big change I guess, so I picked Fukuoka. So here I am, just trying to cope with my quirk.”

You surprised yourself with how much you said, chalking it up to Hawks’ comforting presence and being a good listener.

“Crazy that you moved across the whole country. Does your brother have a similar quirk?”

“Yep, almost exactly the same. His wings are pretty much pure white, almost no speckles like I have.”

“Ah, interesting,” he said. “You guys close?”

You gave a cynical chuckle. “Definitely not. I’m not really close with anyone.”

He tilted his head. “Not with anyone? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes.

“No best friend?” he asked.

“When I was in school. But not anymore.”

“No boyfriend?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed darkly. “No, definitely not.”

Hawks furrowed his brow but smiled playfully. “You mean you’re not a total ball-busting heart-breaker?”

You snorted. “Hell no. Try chronically single.”

He chuckled. “I may be high on the public approval charts, but I’m afraid I suffer that fate too.” He tossed you some Winter Melty Pocky. “My excuse is that I’m always too busy, but I wouldn’t mind making time for someone special. Maybe someday when things settle down and villains don’t run the streets some angel will sweep me off my wings.” He had a wistful look in his eyes as he tore through another snack.

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either,” you said.

Your mind drifted back to your middle school days as you opened the Pocky. Your first kiss had been stolen by a rambunctious boy in your class who was dared to play the Pocky game. The popular girls turned him down, but you, not knowing the true intention of the game, waited patiently with the biscuit in your mouth. As his lips crashed against yours, you were confused, not lovestruck as you wanted your first kiss to be. The only kiss since then was a brief make out session at the only college party you ever attended. He tasted of cheap beer and tobacco, a combination that still makes your stomach turn. You never spoke again once winter break arrived, but at least the occasion was consensual.

As you munched on the bitter chocolate, you wondered what Hawks might taste like. You caught yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Am I insane? I just met this guy two days ago!

“So, the other day you said you don’t trust heroes. Any particular reason why?” Hawks asked.

Your face grew tense. “A few. The hero market is pretty over-saturated these days.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, that might be true. But how does that affect your trust in them?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not convinced there’s enough crime to go around. I think a lot of them probably take care of a couple high-publicity jobs and go home after an hour’s work.”

Hawks eyed you. “Have you looked at crime statistics recently?”

“Not since college.”

“You might be surprised at them. I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but crime rates have changed a lot with quirks getting more common.”

“Yeah, and while quirks are a fine explanation for the crime increase and the overabundance of heroes, I’d rather it be police stopping crime. Doing it for the notoriety defeats a lot of the purpose in my eyes.”

“What’s the difference though?” Hawks asked, turning towards you. “Isn’t it good that crime gets stopped, period?”

You shook your head. “Doing something good just because you know people are watching? Seems a little hollow. To me, it’s more about integrity. Heroes should work behind the scenes more and focus on doing the right things when no one is looking.”

He nodded. “I completely agree. So how do you know they aren’t already doing that if all you see are their TV appearances?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but once you met Hawks’ golden eyes, your words died in your throat. Damn, you thought. He’s exactly right. He seemed to know it too, but he didn’t boast. He only continued to search your eyes, his lips upturned in a soft smile.

“So, what do I need to know for your camera?” Hawks asked as he opened a bag of spicy chips.

“First thing, you had better not get any of that spicy dust on it, or I’ll toss you off the roof,” you quipped. You might not mind a touch of spice, if it came from his lips.

“Your threat would be scarier if I couldn’t fly,” he said, attempting to steal one of your Pocky sticks. You swatted the back of his hand playfully.

“Uh-uh, if you wanted some Pocky you should have gotten two, bird brain,” you said, pulling out a stick and waving it to tempt him. “These are my favorite.”

Hawks pouted. “Aw, but spicy chocolate is so good!”

You briefly thought of putting the biscuit between your teeth to tease him with it, just like the old Pocky game, but you could never work up the nerve to be so bold. Instead, you held the stick in front of his mouth and rolled your eyes.

“Geez, if you’re gonna whine about it.”

“You sure?” he asked, holding your eye contact. You rested the Pocky against his lips. He smiled and gently bit the biscuit in half, then chased it with a spicy chip, then ate the other half of the Pocky. He hummed in delight as he licked the flavored dust off his fingers. You scrunched up your nose.

“That is so gross,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, the chocolate on those is even better than the regular ones! Definitely a good combo. You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?”

“Absolutely not, especially after you just licked your fingers!”

He gave a menacing smile and extracted a chip from the bag, loaded with spicy dust. “Come on now, just one won’t kill you.”

“Ugh, no way!” You pushed his arm away, giggling. He easily overpowered you and brought the chip dangerously close to your face. “That smells like fire, oh my gosh Hawks!”

You playfully shoved at each other, laughing as you tried to get the diabolical chip as far away as possible. Hawks feigned weakness and you grabbed his wrist, aiming the chip back towards his mouth. He chomped it, then lunged for you Pocky, snatching it out of your hand.

“You cheater!” you squealed, grabbing his other wrist and struggling with him for control.

“Ah! Damn girl, you’ve got some sharp claws!”

You looked at your hands, noticing your naturally black nails digging into his skin. You released him, suddenly guilty over the half moon marks left in his flesh.

“Oh, geez, sorry!” you yelped. Hawks just smiled and took out a piece of Pocky.

“No worries, I’m tough. I can handle a battle scar or two,” he said, holding the Pocky to your lips. “See, didn’t even break the skin.”

You took the Pocky with your teeth and turned away, cheeks warm. “Maybe I should have for stealing my treat.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to share?” he asked with a gentle elbow to your side.

“They taught me to fend for myself! Now are we gonna goof off all night or we gonna get down to business? We do have work to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like making you laugh.” His smile made his eyes wrinkle. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but smile too. He’s so pretty…

“Oh, but speaking of work, here’s the ear piece.” He pulled a device from his pocket and handed it to you. “Connect it to your phone and tomorrow while we’re on surveillance, we can talk to each other.”

You examined the compact device. “And what if I get sick of hearing you?”

He grinned and shrugged. “You can always turn down the volume and see how long it takes me to notice you aren’t listening.”

You laughed. “Alright, sounds good. Now, let’s get started with some camera stuff. Do you know what aperture is?”

Hawks pretended to rack his brain. “Hm, that company from the Portal games?”

“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

next (part 3)

#hawks x y/n #bnha hawks #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami

[starstruckwillows]

vitamins — will byers ♡

requested by 🐍<3

nancy wheeler x fem!reader, platonic!will byers, talk of homophobia, this is more will centric

you as will’s queer mentor

you’d lived next door to the byers family for a long time. before will disappeared, and your whole life became affected by the dead remains of the upside down.

despite being closer in age to johnathan, the youngest boy was the one you’d bonded with the most. you’d spent many nights watching films with him while his family were all working. when he was rescued, you were one of the only people he still knew how to talk to.

and maybe, he’d go on to admit to you later, he felt comfortable with you because of the rumours.

the girlfriend, gay, queer, rumours that flocked around an unbothered you. will just hoped they were true as he sat on your bed, waiting for joyce or johnathan to pick him up. he decided it was time to tell someone, and at least you couldn’t disown him.

while he flicked through a comic, you grew bored of your chemistry homework. you concluded you’d ask nancy for help later.

“talk to me, will,” you sighed dramatically, “my brain’s gone numb.”

he laughed half-heartedly, “yeah. so... i’m in love with mike.”

you choked on the water you’d only just reached for, banging your chest as tears spilt down your cheeks. will stood up in concern but you waved him off, “no, i’m fine. that was sudden.”

he shrugged, not meeting your eye and sheepishly apologizing, “well, i didn’t mean to kill you.”

“just, say that again for me.”

“i’m in love with mike.”

you leaned against the back of your chair, “huh. you want to know what i honestly think about that, will?”

he felt his stomach drop. here came the bad news, “yeah?”

“you could do better.”

“than boys?”

“what? no, than mike.”

will folded his arms, “why’d you say that?”

“no reason. are you alright?”

he only realised then that he was trembling rather violently. he shook his head and sat back down, pressing an elbow to his bouncing knee as he answered you, “i’m good. yeah. i just... you seem better with this than i am.”

you nodded sympathetically, “well, i’ve had more practice. i’m also, y’know, gay.”

it was will’s turn to choke now. metaphorically, because he wasn’t drinking anything, and he had also suspected. the way you said it so bravely... it instilled confidence in him.

“you and nancy, right? i knew it.”

you smiled, “it’s not really a secret. we’re just private. and slightly wary, considering the world we live in.”

will scoffed, “is steve, like, collecting lesbians? that’s three now.”

you laughed, “maybe he has a radar for them.”

“like... a gaydar?”

“something like that. anyway, i promise, everyone in our circle will be alright.”

he took that on board, but he didn’t tell anyone else for a while. that was okay. of course.

you made a conscious effort to give your relationship with nancy more clarity within your group. an arm at her shoulder every known and then, honey and babe worked into your sentences, wearing her jacket, and, most importantly to will, referring to her as your girlfriend. that was something you had, were allowed to have.

all within your group of course, this was indiana in the eighties.

“does it scare you?” will whispered one day, as another news headline of lgbt riots appeared.

“sometimes.” you whispered back, with an arm around him. sometimes it seemed you needed will as much as he needed you.

the young boy looked defeated, “i feel ostracized as it is. what’s worse than zombie boy? gay zombie boy.”

“i get it, man. i mean, i don’t, because i wasn’t kidnapped by a sentient alternate reality,” he laughed at that, thankfully, “but i’m here for you. you aren’t alone.”

he asked you what he should do, then. you joked, “drink milk and take your vitamins? i don’t know.”

will sighed, “i have a boyfriend, now. would you want to meet him.”

“of course i would.”

🏷️ — @lil-quinnie @echoloidsblog @sw34terw34ther @river13254

#starstruckwillows #nancy wheeler #will byers #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #nancy wheeler fluff #platonic!will byers

[gaytotaldrama]

a fic for @tdlover1126 who asked for some team amazon femslash. hope you enjoy!!

(also on my ao3)

“Sierra, can I…can I talk to you?”

“Of course, Codykins! Any time!” Sierra angles her makeshift wheelchair to face him. “We are best friends now, duh.”

“Right.” It’s a bajillion degrees up here at the top of the volcano, waiting for Heather or Alejandro to come in first place. Sierra is actually feeling pretty lucky to be bald right now, judging by the way Lindsay keeps brushing stray strands of sweaty hair out of her face and - is Trent actually dripping? So gross! She should remember to snap a picture of that.

“So, um.” Cody looks super awkward, unsure and nervous. “I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Do you need to hide a body?” Sierra asks him expectantly. “Because I know of a couple veeeery discreet spots.”

“I didn’t kill anyone, Sierra.”

“Just checking!”

“No, it’s…” He fidgets. “Well…you know how we were on Team Amazon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And how Chris and all the guys kept making fun of me because I was the only dude on the team…”

“Oh, but that didn’t matter!” Sierra squeals. “You were like our honorary little boy-toy!”

“Right.” Cody sighs. “But that’s just the thing. I…I’m not, like…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s…I can’t…”

“Cody,” she says sincerely, laying a hand overtop of his. “I promise that I will not judge you. No matter what. You can trust me.”

“Sierra,” he says, and looks up at her with an expression like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m a girl.”

She blinks. Blinks again.  “You mean, like, you’re trans?”

“Well, uh…” Cody shrugs half-heartedly, nods. “Yeah, I guess. Yeah.”

“How long have you known?” Sierra can’t help but question.

Another shrug. “Dunno. My whole life? Since a week ago? It’s hard to pinpoint an exact…moment. You know?”

She nods. “Sure. So…do you want to use she/her pronouns from now on?”

Cody’s face muscles stop twitching, relaxing with relief. “Yes! I - Thank you, Sierra. I had a feeling you’d understand.”

“Well, I am your biggest fan,” she reminds her. “If I didn’t keep tabs on every little thing about you, then who would?”

Cody laughs, glancing downward. The gap between her teeth seems extra cute today. A bead of sweat drips its way down her nose. “I was thinking…Could you call me Jody from now on? I know it’s not that different from Cody, but…” She flushes - it might be due to the heat, but Sierra chooses to ignore that particular notion. “...I think it suits me.”

Sierra reaches out, and pinches her cheek. “Of course, Jodykins! You know, I’ve always been way more into girls than guys…”

Jody grins, Gosh that tooth gap!!! “You’re the first person I’ve ever told.”

Sierra smiles at her. “Thank you for trusting me, Jody. I’m super excited for you!!”

“Yeah. Me too.” A beat. “Hey, Sierra?”

“Yeah?”

“I was kinda thinking…you know, now that the game’s over and we can go back to normal life…Would you maybe wanna - “

“Look!” shouts Owen suddenly, pointing up ahead. “It’s them!”

Sure enough, Alejandro has crested the hill, Heather trudging slowly behind him. Sierra starts to feel that familiar rush of adrenaline she gets whenever a full-stakes no-holds-barred totally dramatic finale is on.

“Honey-baby-bear, I totally wanna hear what you have to say,” she starts. “But I really have to be invested in this endgame right now.”

Next to her, Jody giggles. “Sure. I totally understand.” They both turn their attention forward to the game at play.

And atop the chair’s armrest, a hand reaches out to grasp Sierra’s own.

#td fanfiction #my writing #coderra #transfem cody anderson #cody anderson #td sierra

[textfromthelookout]

oh shit, you're right

uh, character things, i guess

idk, I just like seeing your big essays and want to know your thoughts on the funny racism lizard, character wise

Character things about Freeza, huh?

Now, Freeza’s my personal favorite villain in Dragon Ball as a whole, has been for a long time. It’s that he bothers with the professionalism, I think—that veneer of civility that’s almost insulting in how thinly it hides his true nature. But like, what’re you gonna do, tell him off? You can sense that he’s almost daring them to sometimes, just so he has an excuse to kill them. Take that together with his other attributes—charismatic, arrogant, opportunistic (in how he tries to recruit Goku to his side before throwing down with him), to name a few—and you have a great villain on your hands.

I’ve always thought the ‘genocide planets so they can sell them to other species’ mission statement of his whole operation was a little far-fetched. How can that be profitable in any way? How many species really need rehoming? Why would they even need to, aside from imminent planetary destruction or uninhabitability, and how often does that happen? How often do the endangered races even have time to broker a deal for that kind of thing? Or is it like, a money sink for the wealthy, having your own private planet?

I suppose the issue of why he needs money in the first place can be explained by him being royalty and acting like it too—someone with his pedigree doesn’t go anywhere in anything second-rate, and it better always be running in tip-top form. In more than a few ways he’s like Vegeta, actually—the never-before-toppled purebred genius humbled by some hick from nowhere. Unlike Vegeta though, he’s evil without repent—I’m inclined to believe that the real reason for this supposed occupation of his is simply that he enjoys sadism and slaughter for its own sake.

I digress. Like I said, he gets much more interesting to start dissecting after he dies two and a half times, and it becomes clear that there have been changes in him. They’re very subtle, but they’re there! The turning point for him is the Tournament of Power.

You see, Freeza learned to trust there, even if it was against his will. When he demands to know if Goku hasn’t forgotten his promise to bring him back to life, he’s asking ‘Can I trust you? Can I trust you to keep your word on that?’ And Goku flat out tells him ‘I’ll keep my word—you know that better than anyone.’ And Freeza does know that, loathe though he is to admit it. Goku didn’t go through with killing him after beating him on Namek—he fully intended to leave. Maybe, in addition to the humiliation and rage over his defeat, there was some mistrust in that final attack that forces Goku's hand.

It can’t be coincidence, can it? That when Jiren is ruminating on his realization of how powerful trust is, it’s over an image of Freeza and Goku—in the forms they were in during Namek—working together. The fascinating thing about Goku and Freeza’s relationship, to me, is that… well, they’re each the only person that the other seems to truly hate. Goku is never more hostile—even in Super, though I admit it’s a much more masked hostility—than when he’s around Freeza. Freeza, for his part, isn’t typically invested enough in anybody to bother to hate them. People are playthings to him, they’re beneath anything more than mild interest. Does an elephant hate the ant that bites it? Does it even notice it’s there? The only exception to this is Goku. I mean, how are you meant to interpret ‘I spend every tortured hour in this hellscape dreaming of fighting you again’ as anything other than obsessively invested?

You can see, perhaps, some evidence of this change in how he acts during the Broly movie. He’s less hair-trigger. Kikono blanches when Berryblue teases Freeza about his wish to grow taller, which implies that it’s commonly known that talking about his height is a surefire way to get yourself killed, and that he expects something to happen. But rather than immediately atomizing her, or at least threatening to, Freeza just kinda… takes it. Yes, yes, you’re very perceptive, Berryblue. Oh and Kikono, I trust you’re not going to tell anyone about this? Rather than just killing everyone in the room. Yeah, maybe it’s just that he’s short on personnel, but. He justifies it as wanting a way to balance the scales since he has to contend with both Vegeta and Goku, but he wants someone else—Broly, specifically—by his side.

Freeza trusted Goku in the Tournament of Power, and even if they’ll never, ever be on the same side again, Freeza can trust now. That’s going to be fucking terrifying if he finds someone who trusts him too.

#freeza #frieza #personally i do not want to see a redemption arc for freeza #let him be evil until whatever end he earns #text from the mod

[utilitycaster]

Also like, people ignore the fact that, given how Laudna was chased away for several years, it's to be expected that she would keep a few things close to her chest, such as romantic/platonic feelings toward another person, also it's kind of to be expected that Laudna would have feelings toward Imogen and not wanting to admit them or to compartmentalize them

Also i saw a couple "Marisha admitted to being in love with Imogen is 4SD" as if Marisha's perspective of Laudna's feelings won't be different from how Laudna expressed them? Insane behavior lmao

(Anon that talked about 4SD )

Last ask wasnt me saying Imodna is for sure happening, i have my own perspective on how their relationship is and would like to be, but it's more me ranting about how part of the fandom has this idea that they know how another persons character should act on without giving a second thought about the why they do?

Idk if im explaining myself lmao, it's been a couple of tiresome weeks and as a bit of an Imodna petty hater, instead of being like "Huh? That's interesting" like i would normally with other stuff i am a petty hater about (cough, cough-Molly-cough), i just roll my eyes and sigh already expecting the fandom reaction being as annoying as they have been

Like also, Laudna knows Bor'dor for less than a week, she is not going to say much about it, this isn't a romcom

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Hey anon,

So breaking this down:

I actually don’t think it’s automatic that Laudna wouldn’t admit to romantic feelings! It’s definitely on the table that she’s suppressing or denying romantic feelings, but I’m really hesitant to make any assumptions, and I happen to be very interested in the case where Laudna’s telling the simple truth.

I will say I haven’t seen that comment regarding 4SD nor do I know what they’re even referring to; the only thing I can think of that Marisha’s said on 4SD that would be out of place for a very close friendship is the recent lightning titties joke and I personally am chalking that up to Marisha thinking it’s cool, not necessarily Laudna, though it’s ambiguous.

I do agree that the crux of why I’ve actively disliked this ship rather than being neutral - since in a vacuum with no fandom contact, I think I'd just be apathetic - has been that there is such a narrow and monolithic fanon that doesn’t really match the characters as they actually have been acting in canon, created by a fandom which attacks anything that deviates. Again - it’s interesting to consider why Imogen, who has a complicated relationship with her father, is so willing to prioritize either the mother she’s known about for a month and a half, or her own comfort and power, over her party members, including Laudna. I don’t enjoy that people react with such hostility towards exploration of that topic simply because it upsets their personal desires. I’ve also been frustrated by yes, the reduction of a story that’s not inherently a romance into nothing more than that, and the reduction of guest actors to “outsider who exists to ask Imogen about Laudna or Laudna about Imogen” instead of “person with their own rich life.”

I guess what I’m saying here is I share a lot of your frustrations about people jumping to conclusions and building up a cherrypicked fanon that will throw anyone - including Imogen and Laudna, or Laura and Marisha - under the bus, and blowing one relationship out of more than twenty out of proportion, but that’s been a problem basically from the start of the campaign, so this is just more of the same. But it also feels like you’re saying “I think Laudna is hiding her feelings for one of a number of (very feasible) reasons” and I’m of the opinion that while that’s absolutely possible, it’s more fun to me to consider the situation in which she is being honest.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role spoilers

[perpetuallyconfuzzled]

Yo’ can I nag and theorize about Beauty & the Beast (1991+2017) for a second???

You’re still here??? OKAY COOL CAUSE I AM NOT HOLDING BACK ANY LONGER, HOLD ON CAUSE ITS A LONG ONE SO while I can admit I did like a few things from the Live-Action remake version of Beauty & the Beast, mostly how stunning the cinematography and animation was as well as the music (I AM A SLUT FOR EVERMORE) the thing that was breaking my head was how obvious the movie was trying to justify the plot holes of the first movie like a ‘wink wink nudge nudge’ while accidentally making it seem worse???   and even more when I don’t think it was necessary cause kids either never realized or came up with their own little HCs on how that happened (And yes I will mention what my childhood interpretation was cause darn it I am actually proud of this many-year-in-the-making-theory that I keep adding on to and I refuse to be embarrassed about it any longer, heck maybe others thought the exact same thing too so I shall bite the bullet and be cringe as hell!) btw I divided this shit in case you just wanted to know why I thing the new enchantress was an asshat with her curse (The Nagging) or read the interpretation/theorizing I’ve been doing since I was a child (The Theory)

The Nagging half-

okay so first things first the new movie says that the beast would become a monster and the rest of staff living in the castle would also suffer the spell’s magic until the beast learned how to love and be loved by another, all before the last petal fell if not they would be stuck like this forever (except the staff, they’d become actual furniture and leave a mad beast all alone) mind you, ALL OF THIS was also taking into account that NO ONE would ever remember anyone that was inside this castle, including family members like spouses or siblings (heck even children or parents would forget)

Meanwhile the OG Disney movie said that the beast and those in the castle would fall for her spell until the beast learned how to love and be loved by another (same as always) BUT the last petal would fall on his 21st birthday, if he didn’t get his shit together by 21 he a monster forever.... and that was about it

Now that that’s out of the way, how is the 2017 movie’s enchantress nOT CONSIDERED A BIGGER ASSHOLE THAN THE OTHER ONE?! 

“Ah, yes! I will make you learn your lesson of compassion by making everyone that’s ever known of you forget y’all ever even existed even tho most of those villagers are your loved ones. I shall give you this magic rose whose petals will sporadically fall and you will NEVER KNOW which year will be your last of sentience. I will make you also stop aging while those outside (again, most are family members and friends) may age and die!”

and they DO outright state that MANY years passed with them waiting yet never aging, and judging by the villagers all living their life normally and having memories of time passing by I am guessing they didn’t get affected by that same magic (unless they are all trapped in a loop which is horrifying) 

“But wait!”

you may say

“Maybe that much time didn’t actually pass! all their family is there after all!”

My friend that means either the Enchantress gave the poor guy like 2 years to stop being an asshole and get himself a girlfriend somehow OR that those inside the castle felt time pass much much faster and both does scenarios sound hellish, actual faerie shit. 

How was this man suppose to do this??? Also the lady just sat there in the village waiting just for fun? to see if something did happen? Woman legit let a riot of scared villagers storm the castle of the guy she enchanted and let possibly kill/destroy a family member or friends THAT THEY DIDN’T EVEN KNOW EXISTED and did nothing until belle finally confessed her love for beast so she could walk in all casual and lift the spell. What if it was too late huh? just take the dead rose, tip your hat to the mourning woman and dead monster you cursed and walk away never letting go of the amnesia spell? MR POTTS COULD HAVE HIS GOD DAMN CHILD AND WIFE TURN INTO EXTREMELY BREAKABLE AND INANIMATE OBJECTS AND HE’D NEVER FUCKING KNOW

HOW IS THAT NOT EXTREMELY FUCKING MESSED UP?! FAE SHIT MAN I TELL YOU!!

She is somehow making the OG enchantress seem reasonable and that one turned a poor 11 year old who called her ugly once into a monster!

The Theory half- 

“okay smartypants, do YOU have a better idea?”

I DON’T KNOW BUT I CAN TRY!! I’ve had this cooking in my head since I was a kid so let me tell you what OG enchantress was doing and what was going on!

First point, yes I am a firm believer that the “Ten years we’ve been rusting” was not an exaggeration cause, at least in my kiddy mind, it made absolute sense cause it would explain why the beast was so nasty with Belle and acting like an animal, he’s lived like a beast since he was a kid! His table manners are absolutely the result of 10 years without needing hold a spoon to eat. The other thing that made me think he was actually a kid when he got cursed was the fact that he couldn’t read that well, he even admits that he knew little and that it was a long time ago since he had done so! Imagine being 11 and turning into a monster with your only guardians all becoming talking objects, don’t think anyone could really sit him down to help him read!  That and I remember watching a Beauty and the Beast Christmas movie years ago and believe me that prince does NOT look or behave a day older than 13 year old but that's mostly extra It could also explain why no one pay any mind to that weird castle on the hills. Admittedly I also thought as a child that the only logical conclusion was that the spell made everyone forget there was a castle with a prince nearby but after more thought (and falling out of love for the idea after considering the implications and how little that would actually help towards the beast since the curse was so he’d learn a lesson) it really doesn’t need such a specific or convoluted explanation like, if you see a big big castle that has no one going in and out for years you would assume it was abandoned and/or haunted right? most people would have stirred away from the clearly abandoned and creepy place! They were a tiny peasant village at the other side of the woods that was a day or so away from a cross road that either led to a main road towards more villages and the capitol or more woods and the lonely palace (judging by Belle’s dad’s navigating scene), and its also royal property so its not far fetched that most villagers wouldn’t be going anywhere near their so it makes sense the weren’t really up to date with the prince, do you know what your president, their brother or youngest son is doing right now and where they are living without using your phone, TV or newspaper? “okay but then the Enchantress was just legit evil, she saw some rude kid and cursed him! That was a kid!” Oh I am with you on that one but I can kind of think of her (fairy?) logic as to why she’d decide to curse such a young child. An old lady knocks at your door, it is a cold dark night, wolves are known to roam nearby, you know its about a day’s travel to the nearest village by horse how well would an old frail lady fair on such journey by foot? It’s a miracle she’s made it here and all she asks of you is a place to sleep for the night and in exchange she will give you her only possession: 1 single rose. Now imagine how self-centered and cruel the person must be to take a look at that person, scoff in disgust at how ‘ugly and old’ they are “how dare you ruin my evening!” and slam the door to her face. And somehow a child did that. Cared so little that they didn’t even let her sleep in the stables, didn’t even offer a scrap of food or a blanket, not even a “sorry but I cannot”, he scoffed, mocked her and closed the door, dooming the old lady to die in the cold or be eaten by wolves. How can a child this young already be this rotten? If this is his behavior as a child, what would happen once he’s an adult? No, he still has time to change and so she sets the curse, a curse that can only be broken once someone who’s never known love or been unconditionally loved must learn now before its to late, he’d have plenty of time to learn and reflect but if by the time he’s an adult he’s still the same cruel boy, then so be it. “okay but the staff! They also had nothing to do with this and she still turned them into objects, curse them by no fault of their own!” Yet they let the child grow ever more vain and cruel, fear his step and bend to his demands, he was a prince after all and a bratty one at that, obviously he doesn’t need adult supervision or help or love or guidance or sOMETHING. In the 2017 remake I felt bad for those in the castle who ended up turned into objects, their only sin was being at the wrong place at the wrong time while in the 1991 (and this realization started coming to me in middle school) they were put to serve and look after this young prince and somehow they let him become so badly behave that a literal magical being had to step up to stop this brat from becoming a monster, they were merely acting as tools, furniture, accessories to the prince’s palace. They were so afraid of a child they dare not anger him and let his temper go as wild as he pleased, so the kid less as an 11year old and more as just some prince that payed for their wage. The kid viewed them as nothing more than objects for HIS domain since that’s all they were good for in his eyes. And what if that was just the spell? To look exactly as how prince/the palace perceives you? The prince saw nothing but objects that’d always serve him so they became ageless objects while the palace saw nothing but a future monster so he became a beast (honestly the idea that everyone just saw this kid as a monster is pretty fucking sad) And it would make sense right? It makes sense the enchantress not only saw the child as a problem but also the servants, so she would cast a spell to show them all, now their lives are at the princes’ heart’s mercy, now they really had to step up and discipline the child if they wished to be saved from an eternal life as tools under the eyes of a monster

#beauty and the beast #batb 1991 #batb 2017 #theory #Disney #disney theory #No but actually what the fuck enchantress(x2)?! #the idea that the prince turned into a monster cause that's how everyone saw him #while the castle staff turned into objects cause that's how the beast saw them #hurt me in more ways than you'd know and i've had that hc bouncing in my head FOR YEARS #now you suffer with me #Also sorry for the long post #I have been writing for 5 hours and have to wake up early why am i like this? #look at me ma i can write #god i need to sleep

[mari--lace]

🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

🌺 favorite poetic quote from a published work

🍎 favorite angst quote from a wip

🍌favorite funny quote from a wip

🍓 favorite poetic quote from a wip

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💜💜

🥀 I was pretty undecided for this one, but this is the fic I think about for angst, so... yeah. Chapter 15 of my writober collection, it's set during the Blip. Matt doesn't take it well. :)

Later, Nat makes him sit and gives him a plate with some eggs and spinaches. He knows she won’t leave him alone until he eats, so he does. Slowly. She’s got a plate for herself, too, so they eat in silence for a while. “It’s been six months.” Matt turns his head to the floor. He doesn’t want to have this conversation. “What happened today?” Nothing. He met Anna Nelson, so what? It doesn’t matter. It’s not like not meeting her changes the fact that Foggy vanished along with half of the universe. Matt was spared, because of course he was. Anna said she was happy to see him. She shouldn’t have been. Matt isn’t.

🌺 I rarely think of my works as poetic, and I'm not exactly sure what I'm about to quote fits, but I do think "What's in a soul?" might be my most poetic work—in a broad sense. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with this dialogue.

“Who are you?” Her heartbeat quickens; this might be the first time it's done that since he's known her. “I'm the ghost of a sister. I'm the ghost of a friend. I'm the ghost of a killer and a hero.” She pauses. Her heart slows back to its usual steady rhythm. “I'm a shadow who is more comfortable talking and fighting with a vigilante than surrounded by people who say they love her.”

🍎 this was tricky because I don't actually have many wips? And the majority of them aren't angst. I did find an old one I'd forgotten (rip) that I think fits well enough; I received a prompt asking for "an angsty blurb of Matt telling Jen about his past with Elektra that ends on a happy/hopeful note" and started to fill it, then life happened and I never got the chance to work on it again. I'd like to complete it in the future. Anyway, here it is (please note that I don't hate Elektra, I actually quite like her):

“I mean. How is it even possible to be this unlucky with dating? My exes are the worst,” Jen slurs the last word a bit and reaches for her cocktail. Matt takes a swig of his beer. Exes, huh. “Like, one of them was paid to go out for me. To take a sample of my blood. How is this even real, Matt? It shouldn’t be.” She downs the last of her appletini. “If there was a contest for the worst exes, I’d win hands down.” She turns to face him and, guessing from her tone, she smiles. “Maybe that’s why I got to meet you then. Karma or something like that.” “I don’t know,” he says, fidgeting with his glass. “I was my ex’s literal mission, so I think I could compete.” “Mission?” Matt drinks. He’s been looking for the right moment to tell Jen about Elektra for a while, but bringing that out now was probably a stupid move. A night out to vent at the lawyer bar isn’t the best context for a serious conversation. Is it? “Matt?” Jen sounds different now, and oh, he realizes after a moment, she’s hulked out. If he understood her metabolism right, she should be sober in this form. He smiles at her. “Yeah. It’s kind of complicated. I meant to tell you about it, but I’m rethinking the timing a little.” “I’ve had enough alcohol anyway,” Jen says. “Want to go back to my place?” Matt takes one last swig, then nods. “Sure.”

🍌 so what I'm about a quote isn't "from a wip", it's the whole wip. It's a brief exchange that came to my mind a few nights ago and I'm not sure if I'll ever develop it further than that. It's stupid, but I guess I find Italian stereotypes funny, so... Here we go with an outraged Frank Castle:

"What are you doing?" "Pasta." "That's not how you cook pasta, Red."

🍓 the ending of a very recent (like... today-recent) mlb wip came to mind for this 👀 Again, poetic is relative, but yeah. Go Chloé:

One week before, it felt like her world was falling apart. It was, in a way. If something breaks, though, you can put the pieces back together. Chloé did just that: she built herself back up, making space for new pieces beside the old ones. She’s still Chloé Bourgeois. A new adventure is calling to her, and she’s said yes.

#ask game #folkloristico #ty Ilysm 💜

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omg happy early birthday 🙌🙌🙌🙌 can I ask for 17 from list 2 🥰

Oh hey friend!! Thank you 😊 and of course 🥰 - I really hope you like this ❤️

The prompt is: “You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

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The Greatest

Aaron loves Emily more than he ever thought was possible, but he knows she could do better, and he dreads the day she'll figure that out too.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: None, one curse word because of who Emily is as a person.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut!

Aaron had always known Emily was beautiful. It was undeniable, obvious to everyone around her. Even Haley had commented on it when they were still married, carefully watching his reaction as she said it after meeting Emily for the first time. He remembered even now how he’d schooled his response, replying carefully as if he had never noticed as if Emily’s smile hadn’t made his stomach clench even then. 

As he got to know her, it transcended her physical beauty. She was generous, kind. Empathetic in a way he hadn’t known was possible, and she cared for those around her fiercely. Each new thing he learnt about her, from her attributes to her skills, made her infinitely more gorgeous, to the point where he often found himself wondering how she could possibly be real. 

When they got together, a sense of finally in the air, he realised how much she loved too. Something he had known on some level, Emily had never been shy with affection towards her friends, but to feel it first hand had been truly something. It warmed him from the inside out, filling the cracks in his heart left behind by those who had come before her. Caused by a father who didn’t care enough to change, a mother who felt stuck in her life. A broken marriage to a woman Aaron had once seen forever with, and the weight of the guilt he still felt over her death. 

Emily had pulled him back together, and he knew he had done the same for her, creating something new that they both deserved. 

He took any opportunity he could to show off that she was his, and he was hers, which is why when they finish too late to fly home one evening, forced to wait for the jet to be ready the following morning, they find themselves in a bar, his arm thrown over her shoulders. 

It had been a rough case, not that any they did were easy, so he was grateful that the team had a chance to have some fun. It was clearly a cop bar, officers they had worked with for most of the week all over the place, some not being very subtle as they elbowed each other, pointing in their direction. 

They kept things professional during cases, never indicating that they were together, but now they were due to go home in the morning he saw no harm in it. He wanted her as close as possible, almost a full week with their only time together in their hotel room, catching a few precious hours of sleep, was not enough for him. 

It wasn’t enough for her if the way she was clinging to him, her arm around his waist as she spoke animatedly to JJ about something, was anything to go by. 

He’s half-engaged in a conversation with Dave when a familiar voice cuts over it, an officer who had annoyed him from the start, clearly enamoured with Emily, standing between her and JJ. 

“I’ve got to say, when you said you were with someone, I didn’t think it would be him.” Officer Brady says, the stink of whiskey coming off of him so strongly even Aaron could smell it. 

Emily smiles politely at him, something she usually reserved for her mother, before she leans slightly further into Aaron’s side. 

“Well,” she says, “it didn’t seem pertinent.” 

“Shacked up with your boss, huh? No wonder you turned me down.”

Emily frowns at him, and JJ’s mouth opens in shock, so Aaron cuts in before they tear him to pieces in front of his friends. 

No matter how much he’d love to see it happen. 

“Officer Bradley, was it?” He says an eyebrow raised, purposely getting his name wrong. “Brady.” 

“Right, Officer Brady. Why don’t you move along?” He glares at the other man, and for a second he thinks he’s going to argue with him, but he doesn’t, walking away without another word. 

“What a creep,” JJ says, making a disgusted face, “he asked you out?”

“Multiple times,” Emily replies, making anger at the other man flare in Aaron’s chest, “even though I’d say it’s pretty clear I’m not single.” She takes another sip of her beer, and her engagement ring sparkles in the low light of the bar. “In the end I had to show him my ring.” 

Conversation slips back to normal after that, and Aaron pointedly ignores the knowing looks Dave gives him, a smile on the older man's face as Aaron stands even closer to his fiancee. 

He leans down to kiss her before he heads to the bathroom, kissing her a second time when he hears Derek groan in the background, lost in her smile as she laughs at their friend. 

He’s on his way back from the bathroom when he bumps into Officer Brady in the hallway, the anger he had felt earlier flaring back up in his chest, the scotch in his system encouraging him to say something when he would usually walk away. 

“Brady?” Aaron says, taking some satisfaction when his tone makes the other man look like he might shit himself, “next time a woman turns you down, do the right thing and let it go, ok?” The officer opens his mouth to argue, but Aaron steps closer, cutting him off. “Just because you’re not good enough at your job to notice she’s wearing a ring, doesn’t mean you get to harass her.” 

He walks away without saying anything else, knowing in the morning he’d already think he had said too much, and Officer Brady finally finds his voice, his words carrying down the echoing hallway. 

“I don’t know what someone like her sees in you anyway.” 

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The words are still bouncing around in his head when they make it back to their hotel room. Brady had hit on his worst insecurity with one attempt, the worry that Emily would one day figure out that she could do better than him.

“Is it ok if I use the bathroom first?” She asks as she turns to face him after locking the door, her eyes meeting his from where he was already sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s about to say yes, grateful for a little bit of time alone so he could get his head straight, when she frowns at him, cutting him off. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Em.” He answers far too quickly, and she raises an eyebrow at him, walking over to join him on the edge of the bed. 

“What is it?” She asks, placing her hand on his knee, “is it the thing with Brady, I told you last night that-”

“No,” he says, sighing, “at least it’s not what you think.” 

She squeezes his knee, a sure sign of her silent support, waiting him out in the exact way he would do for her.

“I had a bit of a run-in with him in the bathroom.” 

“What? Oh god, Aaron, you didn’t yell at him did you?” She asks, and he chuckles, the sound of mild delight in her voice a balm to him. 

“No, Em, I did not. I simply reminded him of how to be polite.” 

She hums in her throat as if she doesn’t believe him, but she lets it go. “Then what is it?” 

“He said he doesn’t know what someone like you would see in me.” He says simply, staring forward at the ground in front of them. “And the worst thing is, he’s not wrong.” 

She’s silent next to him, and he doesn’t know what to do, can’t bring himself to look at her, and he closes his eyes, feeling as raw emotionally as he had in a long time. A long, heavy case, combined with too long away from his son, and not enough actual time with his fiancee enough to have him on edge. 

He almost jumps when he feels her hand on his chin, tilting his head to look at her, unaware that she was now standing in front of him.

“That might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.” She says, no malice or unkindness in her voice. She encourages him to sit up a little straighter, climbing into his lap so her knees were on either side of his hips, her arms around his neck. His arms band around her back automatically, holding her to him like she was the only thing keeping him afloat. “You can’t believe that's true, baby.” 

Aaron sighs, tucking some hair behind her ear before returning his hand to her back. “You could do better than me, Em.” 

She frowns at him. “I could do better than a gorgeous, tall, kind, loving man, who is an excellent father, good-hearted despite everything that's happened to him, and fucking incredible in bed?” She asks, an incredulous look on her face, her eyebrow raised. “If you meet someone better than that let me know, and then you might finally have some competition.” 

“Emily.”

“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, smiling as he tightens his grip on her waist, “that’s why I agreed to marry you when you asked me, remember?” She asks, a teasing smile on her face as the corner of his lip twitches, the first sign of a smile from him since they’d left the bar. “You got down on one knee, wore a fancy suit. I seem to remember there being tears.”

“You cried too.” He says, his response breaking free without him really meaning for it to, a smile finally settling over his face as he shakes his head slightly at her. 

“I know I did,” she replies breezily, leaning forward to stamp her lips against his, “I love you a lot, I hope you know that.” 

He sees the flicker of concern in her eyes, the worry that she had ever done anything other than make him feel loved. Her devotion to him, to his son, something he wanted to bask in for the rest of his life, selfishly hoping he’d go before her so he never had to live a day without it. 

“Of course I do,” he says, running his hand up and down her back, “I’m sorry for this evening, I don’t know why it got to me.” 

She leans forward and kisses him, her hands shifting to cup his cheeks. “You have nothing to apologise for,” she says as she pulls back, hooking her arms around the back of his neck to hold him closer, “I’ve had my fair share of moments like that myself.” 

Aaron chuckles, and he smiles widely at her, “Yes, I wonder if that officer in Ohio has recovered yet.” 

She narrows her eyes at him slightly. “I wasn’t that bad.” 

“She cried, sweetheart.” He deadpans, raising an eyebrow at her, his smile widening at the slight outrage in her eyes. 

“Well, maybe she should have thought of that before she tried to mount you in the precinct.”

“She brought me a coffee.” He says, his hand squeezing her hip to let her know that he was joking, that this was one of his favourite things to tease her about. 

“She didn’t offer anyone else any coffee.” She grumbles under her breath, exactly like he knew she would, and it makes the last bit of tension leave his chest, he kisses her cheek. He does it again, and again until she starts laughing, batting him off by pushing her hands at his chest, “stop that.” She laughs, her eyes meeting his, nothing but affection pouring out of them. 

“We should probably get ready for bed,” he says, turning to look at the clock on the nightstand next to him, grimacing as he does so, “the jet is taking us home in 5 hours.”  She groans and leans forward, her forehead against his shoulder. “You’re the boss, can’t you get them to delay it?” 

He turns his head to kiss her temple. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m afraid not.” He encourages her to sit back up, his fingers tracing under the hem of her shirt at her back, his skin rough against hers. “But, we should probably shower now, to save time in the morning.” 

Emily grins at him, wide and gorgeous and one of the very first things he’d noticed about her all those years ago. She kisses him, full and passionate, before she pulls back, climbing off of his lap at such a speed it surprises him. She offers a hand out to him and he stands before taking it, linking his fingers through hers. 

“That, Agent Hotchner, is the smartest thing you’ve said all day.” 

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[momomoon]

Kuwabara walked out of the bathroom, towel in hand as he pulled it from his damp hair. 

“You don’t seem surprised.” 

Kuwabara glanced at Yusuke sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other. “Your energy never left the house.” 

“You’re still training that?” Yusuke raised an eyebrow.

“It’s never been off since you died, Urameshi. I’ve always known where you and all our friends were.” 

“I never noticed.” Yusuke frowned. “Isn’t that what like sensory overload?” 

“Got over it pretty quick. We’ve got some big personalities in our group, if you know what I mean.” Kuwabara mumbled as he tossed the towel off to the side of his room. “You’re not here to chit chat about powers you already know I have so spill. Why are you still here?” 

Yusuke avoided Kuwabara’s eye, his hand clenched and then unclenched almost immediately after. He looked Kuwabara up and down before he sighed and sucked it up. 

“I can’t believe you’re so much taller than me,” Yusuke mumbled. 

“You stayed to talk about my height?” Kuwabara raised an eyebrow. He picked at the bandages covering his arms before tucking the loosened bandage around his torso. 

“Well, this would be easier if you weren’t a giant!” Yusuke snapped back.

“What would be easier, Urameshi? Are you just going to sit and stare, man? I’m exhausted, and I need some sleep after this past week. You know, cause I almost but not quite died.” Kuwabara crossed his arms, but Yusuke noticed the strain right away. 

“Ugh, don’t say that.” Yusuke glowered. 

“Say what? That I died? What else should I call it then, hotshot?” 

“Just shut up! It sounds horrible.” 

“Uh, news flash, dude, you’ve died. More than once, I might add. What’s the problem?” Kuwabara tried to playoff the slight tension he was feeling from Yusuke. 

“That’s the point! You gave up this life. You’re graduating college in three months! Then you go and risk your stupid life over nothing!” Yusuke growled. 

“You’re being ridiculous, Urameshi. You needed my help and I stepped up. What’s the problem?” 

“The problem is that you shouldn’t have almost died again! You should never have been there in the first place!” Yusuke stood up.

“Then please explain how you would defeat the demon if you didn’t just dangle the tasty human in front of it, huh? It wasn’t gonna eat you, or Kurama, or Hiei.” Kuwabara trailed his hand through his damp curls. He could feel a headache coming on. 

“We could have found another way!” 

“I was the other way, man! We’ve done this a dozen times. This isn’t the first time I’ve been out there with you.” 

“I didn’t want you there, and this is exactly why!” Yusuke motioned to Kuwabra’s bandaged form. Half his body was wrapped in bandages while the rest was bruised or scratched. 

“Look, man, I don’t know what to tell you. Just out of the way. I’m tired, and this conversation is not helping.” Kuwabara sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for any of this. He knew he was the weakest link. He always had been, but hearing it straight from Yusuke’s mouth again? It never lessened his hurt whenever Yusuke wanted him excluded. “Also, could you tap down on the energy? You’re not helping in the slightest.” 

Yusuke lowered his energy as he watched Kuwabara climb into his bed. He stayed silent as he watched him struggle to navigate the soreness and pain. Having your neck nearly gouged out, and your intestines in your hands could do that to a person. 

“Wait.” 

Kuwabara grunted as he finally settled in a semi-comfortable position on his bed. “What?” 

 “I don’t want to fight.” 

“Kind botched that one up, don’t you think?” Kuwabara gently set his head on his pillow. 

“Can I just do something?” 

“Will it cause me any more pain than you’re giving me now?” Kuwabara closed his eyes as he tried to relax.  

Yusuke stayed silent as he watched Kuwabara on the bed. 

“Whatever. Do you your worst.” Kuwabara waved a hand at him. 

Kuwabara hadn’t realized he’d already been dozing when he felt Yusuke walk up to him and kneel by his bed. Yusuke leaned over him. Kuwabara’s eyes shot open immediately and he groaned when his body tensed as he tried to move. 

“Ugh, I think you could have done that differently,” Kuwabara complained as he fell back into his pillow.  

“Probably,” Yusuke winced.

“That explains a lot, though. I just thought you were annoyed by me.” 

“I’m always annoyed by you.” Yusuke joked. 

“Ha Ha,” Kuwabara snorted. “Now get over here and do it right this time, or I’ll kick your ass myself for that half-assed confession. 

“Tch. Who said it was a confession? I was trying to shove some sense into that big skull of yours.” 

“Yeah, yeah, and you did it with your lips. Everyone’s excuse. Now do it right or get out.” Kuwabara challenged. 

“You’re gonna have to make me. Oh, wait, you can’t.” 

“So you can make jokes about me being almost maimed to death, but I can’t even mention it? Nice job, Urameshi.” Kuwabara rolled his eyes and yawned. “This conversation is not done. I better not find out that you escaped to Demon World because you couldn’t admit your undying love for me.” 

“Undying love? Yeah, right.” Yusuke scoffed. “I’ve already died twice. Try again.” 

“That’s not what that means.” Kuwabara's eyes blinked closed. “Mmm, ‘m serious. Stay.”

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