#ive said if before but i think the people you love are your beating heart walking beside you

[jerseymuppet]

I hope mikey knows how lucky he is to have a brother so willing to chase after the very lights that blind him just for the fleeting chance of catching mikeys shadow

#gerard loves his brother so much its a tangible thing #i see it in every line #and i feel it with every crowd that screams famous last words #ive said if before but i think the people you love are your beating heart walking beside you #and if thats the case #the sea of people singing a song gerard wrote full of love for his brother is the alter gerards heart rests on #he built it years ago but i think he just needed time to remember that the lights dont just blind #they illuminate #and what better thing to illuminate then them coming full circle? #idk I’m feeling sappy in this Chili’s tonight #my chemical romance #mcr #mikey way #gerard way #jude.txt

[shotgunbunny]

Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby

༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺

WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations

{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}

{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}

Like real people do {part 1}

Eyes always seeking {part 2}

Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.

You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.

Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.

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It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.

You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.

"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."

You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.

You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.

When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.

That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.

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You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.

You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.

You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.

Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.

You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.

You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.

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Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.

His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.

He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.

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You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.

You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.

You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.

And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.

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You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"

Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.

'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.

"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.

He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."

You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.

You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.

When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.

He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.

"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.

Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.

He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."

#chris evans #ari levinson x reader #ari levison x reader #chris evans x reader #dark ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #dark ari levinson #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x innocent!reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson angst #ari levinson dark #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x plus size reader #ari levinson x f!reader #ari levinson au #ari levinson fluff

[stuniolvs]

IM LITERALLY BEGGING ON MY KNEES RN DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W MATT PLEASEE 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

sweetheart m.s.

another sickfic im sorry! please leave requests!

not proofread.

you’re currently getting ready to go to a party with the triplets you put on a simple dress, converse, and curl your hair. 8:54, the clock reads, nick said that he’d be here around 9.

you’ve known the triplets since freshman year but every time you see matt he’s rude to you.

its always some snarky comment about your looks or how you’re ’so annoying'

on cue, you hear matt honk outside and you hop in the car next to nick. you are about to thank matt for picking you up before he says.

“dont you think your hair is a bit much?” he mumbles, although you can hear it very clearly.

you look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers, you then start trying to fix your hair, flattening it.

“y/n, your hair looks pretty” nick says smiling at you.

“thank you” i smile but still feeling hurt by matts comment. ive always felt just a little bit different about matt.

i used to talk to him all the time, we were best friends and then at the start of sophomore year he just ghosted me.

‘sweetheart’ he used to call me.

you exit the car arms linked with nick. “i like your shirt chris!” you compliment looking down at his camo shirt.

“thank you, y/n/n. i love your dress.” he says. you nod at him, smiling entering the house.

matt clenches his jaw hearing chris compliment you. he quickly relaxes when he sees you biting your lip. he immediately remembers how one of the first things you bonded over was your anxiety and you told him that you always bite your lip when you're nervous.

he walks behind you just to make sure no one gets too close to you.

as you guys go and get water you feel a small pain in your stomach. you can’t tell if its from anxiety, sickness, or both.

after about 45 minutes of wandering around, talking to a couple people before settling on a couch.

your next to matt with nick on the other side.

“no, yeah” you hear the random guy say, ryan, you think his name was. “hold on, im gonna go re-fill my drink” chris says. “me too.” nick and ryan say at the same time as they all leave.

you and matt sit on the couch as there’s like a hundred people surrounding you slowly getting more, and more stuffy.

you start to feel really nervous, your stomach hurts and you have anxiety with means you also have anxiety about your stomach hurting which makes it hurt more.

“matt?” you whisper. “what?” he snaps. his eyes softening when he sees your nervous state. you pull your feet up to your chest, pulling down your dress.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” you hear him whisper. he places his hand on your back rubbing his thumb softly over the fabric of your dress.

your heart start beating rapidly. “i dont feel good matt, my stomach hurts and my anxiety is bad which is making my stomach hurt"

“im sorry,” he pulls you to his side wrapping his arm around you. “im so sorry about everything y/n. i dont know what i was thinking. over freshman year i started to like ou and then i got scared to i started being rude. im so stupid and i should’ve never done tha-“ he’s cut off by you hugging him landing on his lap. “im in love with you sweetheart” he confesses.

your heart pounds “im in love with you matt.” you speak, he blushes, tucking his head into your neck.

“does this mean im your boyfriend?” he asks “ do you want to be my boyfriend?” “of course” he flushes. “then yes.” you kiss him on the forehead “i wanna kiss you really bad but im 100% sick, my head is pounding.” you admit.

he kisses your temple and pulls back to kiss your stomach. he places a soft hand on the back of your head pushing you into his chest. “rest for a second sweetheart. im gonna text chris and nick.” he says, you nod.

after a couple minutes he lifts you from your thighs caring you to the car while you slightly regain consciousness. “mm-baby, where?” you ask, he blushes at the nickname.

“chris and nick are gonna get an uber, lets get you home so i can take care of you.” he states, setting you in the passenger seat.

once you get back to the house he sets you in his bed. he then grabs sweatpants and a t-shirt of his to change into.

“one sec, im gonna go get some stuff.” he says through the bathroom door.

he comes back with medicine, water, and your favorite blanket you always use when you come over. your just standing there unsure wha to do.

he sets the stuff down and picks you up laying on the oppsite side of the bed that he lays on.

you take the medicine then he tucks the blanket around you then he puts his duvet over you.

“will you lay with me?” you ask “of course, if you want.” “please do,” you say.

he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie, in front of you. you blush. he climbs into bed pulling you to his chest.

he pulls you in, cupping you cheeks. as your lips meet the kiss is soft and passionate expression so many emotions. after a couple of minutes he pulls back “why the fuck did you just kiss me? im sick.” you respond. “im sleeping in the same bed as you, its inevitable.” he states, smiling.

“i love you sweetheart"

#sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[number1mingyustan]

Habit (part iv.) —k.sy

GIF by chogiwapadada

fuckboy!hoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fwb au, college au, fuckboy au, angst, smut

Warnings: cursing, kissing, marking, fingering (f.), multiple orgasms, explicit smut, unprotected sex, creampie, so much el oh vee ee

Word Count: 4.2k

part i. part ii. part iii.

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(a/n: i really thought i was going to have this done yesterday, but i didn’t and i lowkey think it’s kinda rushed so i may go back and edit it a bit)

Kwon Soonyoung was a giver. He gave and he gave and he gave, but it wasn't always enough. He put his best foot forward in everything he did. Whether it was someone or something he was interested in, he put so much effort into it.

It was odd though because he gave so much until he'd reach a wall that he put up himself. He couldn't quite verbalize why he is the way he is and it frustrated him.

When Soonyoung danced, he put his all into it. He was light on his feet and never missed a beat. His movement was sharp yet fluid and graceful. It didn't matter how difficult the choreo was or how familiar he was with the dance style, he was going to do the best he could.

He didn't start to feel insecure about his dancing until he graduated. It was always something he loved and made him feel free. He realized he wanted to take it seriously, but there was a wall in his way.

While he managed to convince his parents to support him, he felt obligated to do better. Every move he made needed to be perfect or it wasn't good enough. If it wasn't good enough for them, it wasn't good enough for him.

And then there was you.

Fuck.

Never had he experienced anything like the relationship the two of you had before. He'd done the friends-with-benefits thing before, plenty of times. But with you, it was different. Once your friendship shifted to something more, you were enough for him.

He hadn't slept with anyone besides you. He didn't see the point of entertaining other girls when he had you. He was always big on aftercare, but spending all that money to door dash a meal? You were the only girl he'd spend nearly 50 bucks for just because you wanted a burger. He played board games with you and watched movies after sex. He spent so much time with you and started to grow attached.

He’d spend hours and hours with you, and he loved it. But your time together was always cut short at the end of the night.

It was a habit he couldn't quite bring himself to break.

He really wanted to, but he couldn't. Spending the night made it all feel too real. He'd said at the beginning that your relationship would be a 'no feelings' thing, and to him spending the night felt like he was admitting he broke that rule.

Soonyoung had a lot of bad habits. He slept around a lot, he ignored his emotions, he doubted himself often, and he rarely communicated anything deeper than surface level.

They weren’t all bad though, he had his good habits too. He knew when to prioritize his studies, he danced to deal with his stress, it was an outlet for him to acknowledge and deal with anything on his heart or mind. When he cared about people, he cared a lot, almost too much to the point where it might have been one of his bad habits.

But his best habit of all, well that had to be you. Aside from the mind blowing sex, you brought out a good side in him. He wasn’t a bad person by any means, but he was a whole lot better when he was with you.

And for him, these past few weeks have been like hell without you.

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To say you've been living your best life for these past few weeks would be anything but the truth. You've spent the majority of your time with your head buried in your books.

You've started to prioritize your academics and almost completely isolated yourself. Nai's been trying to get you to go out more, but you refuse.

You go to class, the library, and to bed. It wouldn't be such a bad thing for you to prioritize your academics, however, you haven't been yourself lately. School and studying have become something you've done to kill time, not because your academic life has been in any sort of trouble.

And it serves as a great distraction.

Economics projects aren't as fun when you work alone. Yeah, the grade is good because all you seem to do now is homework, but it wasn't like your grades were bad before anyway.

Nai worried about you, but she understood you were hurting and healing. She gave you the space you needed, but also the comfort.

So much so that she managed to convince you to go out to a party tonight. She promised to stay by your side as long as you wanted company and assured you a social setting would be good,

You resisted of course but soon came to realize she was right. You couldn't just mope around for the rest of your life over something that could have been. You're far from ready to put yourself back out there romantically, but a party couldn't hurt all that much, right?

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The house is loud and overcrowded, as expected. Nai pulls you through the crowd of people toward the kitchen. Pushing past sweaty bodies with loud music blasting your ears was not really what you needed. And of course, by the time you actually make it to the kitchen, there's no more alcohol left.

Nai sighs, "Damn it."

"I'm going home," you tell her.

She holds onto you by your arm. "No! You need to get out of our room, I'm not going to let you rot in there any longer. This is for your own good Y/n."

You roll your eyes. "There's nothing to drink, it's loud as hell, and this house is beyond overcrowded. I'm taking an uber back to our dorm."

Nai doesn't let you go. "And do what? Sleep? At 10 pm? Study? You don't have any exams coming up. I know things are fucked up because of Soonyoung, but we're still young! I'm not going to let you rot away before we turn 21."

You sigh.

"I'm sure there's someone here you can talk to," Nai offers.

"I don't really want to talk to anyone Nai," you frown.

She stares are you silently. She's thinking, contemplating whether or not she should say something to do. "Fine, let's just have fun on our own."

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If your night out wasn't already bad enough, you ended up completely third wheeling. You appreciate Nai for keeping her promise about staying by your side, you really do. But when she's also spending every moment with Seokmin as well, it's not as much fun for you.

She's trying to include you in their conversation, but it's forced. You get along with Seokmin, and you've become good friends as well, but you feel somewhat like a burden.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you excuse yourself. "I'll be back."

Instead of going to the bathroom, you decide to make your way outside. In the backyard, it's relatively quiet. You slide the door closed behind you and walk over to one of the plastic chairs bordering the pool.

There’s a couple leaning against the side of the house making out, but you pay them no mind. Nai was right about how you needed to get out of the house, it’s nice, but you’d rather be alone while doing it.

For the first time in weeks, your mind is clear. It's a little chilly outside, but nothing you couldn't handle. You bask in the outside air. The stars are shining bright above you in the night sky. You admire the world around you, not a single thought in your head.

No school, no Soonyoung, nothing.

What's only a few short moments of bliss feels like an eternity until the sliding of the door catches your attention. You turn your head to the side.

Oh.

Soonyoung.

Your heart drops, then starts beating rapidly. Fuck, he’s actually here standing in front of you. You should've known he'd be here. Just because you didn't see him with Seokmin you shouldn't have assumed he wasn't there, he never missed a party.

Your heart is beating out of your chest so loud, you fear he can actually hear it. You're happy to see him as much as you don't want to admit it. You've missed him so much even after everything that went down.

“Shorty?” he asks.

The familiar nickname brings butterflies to your stomach. He knows you said to stop calling you that, but it’s just what you are to him. Call it muscle memory, call it love, but you’ll always be Shorty to him.

“Soonyoung,” you breathe out.

He scratches the back of his head nervously. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ll go back inside, I didn’t know you were out here. I just wanted some fresh air but I- I’ll just go.”

Don’t.

Stay. Please.

“You don’t have to,” you tell him simply. “I kind of wanted to talk to you anyway.”

You swear something lights up in his eyes. A flash of hope and excitement. You don't know where your sudden confidence stems from, but all you know is that you missed him and now he's here in front of you.

“Really?” he questions.

You nod. “Yeah, I think a conversation between us is long overdo. Can we leave though? I’d rather talk somewhere else.”

Soonyoung is trying so hard to contain his excitement. You really want to talk to him. He doesn’t even care if you’re about to tell him you never want to see him again, he’s just so happy to see you.

His Shorty.

He contemplated not showing up to this party and now he couldn’t be happier that he did. Whether you’re giving him another chance or not, he’s going to do his best not to screw it up. You mean too much to him not to put in his effort.

"Do you want to come back to my dorm?"

For the first time ever, Soonyoung has actually invited you back to his dorm. His home, where he can’t be the one to leave you if shit happens.

“Yeah.”

__

The walk to his dorm is a quiet one, but thankfully quick. He walks slightly ahead of you, although he can't stop himself from turning back every couple of minutes. He has to remind himself you're really there.

He leads you up to the third floor and into his room.

"Did you want anything to drink? There's water and soda in the fridge." he offers.

"No thanks, I'm good," you say quietly. You're standing in the middle of the room looking around curiously. He's realizing, you've never actually been here before. He feels a bit guilty, you seeing his dorm is long overdue.

"You can sit down y'know," he says.

You nod, taking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable on his bed. You hold your knees up to your chest with your arms wrapped around your legs securely. Your back is against the gray wall behind his bed.

He sits on his bed, leaning against the wall as well. He's sure to leave plenty of space between you two. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. He wants to be careful, can't risk messing things up between you more.

"Can you talk to me now? Honestly?" he starts.

You sigh. There's a bit of silence as he stares at you. He can tell you're trying to gather your thoughts and find a way to tell him what you want to say.

"You said that you and I were going to be a 'no feelings thing.' And at first, I was okay with it, but the more time I spent with you, I started to realize that wasn't really the case anymore. And I got scared you were just going to end things with me because I caught feelings."

He's shocked, yet relieved at your sudden confession. He digs his nails into the palm on his hand to stop himself from saying something about your confession.

"What made you think I would do that to you?" he questions.

"Everything, Soonyoung," you breathe out. "You told me about your ex and how much she hurt you. And since then, you've been good at the whole sex with no strings thing. I had no reason to believe you felt the same way that I did about you. I wanted to have a relationship with you and be your girl, and for fuck's sake have you spend the night every once in a while. What else was I supposed to think when you couldn't even spend the night?"

He bites the inside of his cheek.

"You can't just decide that for me though," he sighs. "I understand why you assumed and you're probably right, I might not be fully ready for a relationship yet. But I have to be the one to decide that. You can't just jump to those kinds of conclusions and then completely leave me hanging. I had no idea what was going on in your head and I was willing to listen to you."

"I know it was wrong of me not to communicate with you, but you have to understand how much doubt I had. I mean, how else was I supposed to feel when you mention another girl's name right after you fuck me raw?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The first time we did it raw... that was a new level of intimacy I don't think I'd be willing to share with anyone else. Maybe it was just me, but it felt different and like, special. But then got to the shower..."

"We washed each other's hair."

"Yeah, and when I was washing yours... and told you I liked the blonde. What did you say?"

Shit.

"Shit," he runs a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Shorty. I wasn't thinking, honest. I didn't think about how that was gonna affect you. "

"That's why I started to doubt everything so much, because it felt like you were never going to think about my feelings. It was more than just the comment too... It was you and Leina upstairs at the party.... and you and Akari at another party after you and I..."

"I know how it may have looked to you, but nothing happened. Both of them are just friends to me, honestly. I'm not sleeping with either of them anymore, I haven't slept with anyone besides you since that day I bailed on you for Econ."

"Seriously?" you ask in disbelief.

He nods. "I swear, I haven't touched anyone else. Haven't even really looked in another girl's direction."

He can tell you're shocked by his words. All this time you thought he was still sleeping around. All this time you hadn't the slightest idea how much he prioritized you.

"I'm sorry," your voice rasps. "I shouldn't have assumed you were still sleeping around. And I shouldn't have assumed your feelings either, it was wrong of me. I had no right to decide for you– I was just trying to protect myself and my own feelings."

He pouts. "I know you were Shorty, but I wanted the same thing as you. Of course, I wanted you to be my girl, why else do you think I wanted you at my show so bad? Wanted you to see me dance and tell me I looked good."

His comment makes you smile.

"I'm sorry too... for making you doubt me and everything," he looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. " I should've considered your feelings more if I wanted to show you how much you mattered. And I've still got some stuff to work on as far as relationships and communication... but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and have some patience. Because I really do want to get better, work on all of that stuff for you. Make sure I can treat you right and give you everything."

He looks back up at you, meeting your glossy eyes with his. Oh no, he made you cry.He knows it’s not because you’re upset with him but still… she doesn’t want to see you cry. He vows in his head at that moment to never lay it happen again.

Wordlessly, he wraps his arms around your frame. You turn into jello, melting into his touch as he embraces you with love. You feel so warm, inside and out.

“I wanna get better at communication too,” you sniffle. “And being honest about how I feel to make this work with you. I think we both of stuff we need to work on, and I’m more than willing to work through it with you.”

He lets out a breath of relief over your shoulder. He's so fucking happy right now. His heart's content, filled to the brim with joy. He'd got you where he wants you. He knows it'll require great effort to avoid repeating history, but he couldn't be happier that he's doing it with you.

"Shorty,"

"Soonyoung."

"Hoshi."

"Hoshi?"

"Hoshi."

He likes it a whole lot better when you say it. He freaked out the first time because it was a sore subject, nickname his ex used to call him. He freaked out because he loved the way you said it, how you moaned it when you came around his cock. It scared him how much he wanted to hear you say it over and over again.

He tucks your hair behind your ear. He looks into your eyes longingly, eye contact never faltering. Butterflies fill your stomach and you begin to feel hot beneath his gaze.

His excitement gets the best of him and he breaks the longing tension in the room. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours. You react immediately, kissing him back tenderly and his thumb draws circles on your cheek.

He loves kissing you. You melt into his touch so easily, so naturally. He can never get enough of you.

"Is this okay?" he asks against your lips.

You hardly break the kiss. "More than okay."

Your bodies fall into the bed, tongues dancing with one another as fingertips trace skin. You get lost in him so easily. He's so addictive, you can't stop kissing him.

His kisses grow feverish and heated as his hands continue to roam your skin. Your shirt rides up and he takes full advantage of it. He can't keep his hands off of you, touching every inch of your exposed skin.

You make it easier for him, momentarily breaking the kiss to peel your shirt off your body. His lips find your neck and he's quick to leave marks. He sucks along your skin, marking you as his for everyone to see.

He pulls away, looking down at you with a smile as he admires his work. He's interrupted by you suddenly tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

"Shorty," he warns.

"Please Hoshi," you whine.

Fuck. He's a goner.

"You sure you want to? It's not too soon?" he asks.

You shake your head. "Look at you communicating," you smirk. "Don't worry, I'm good if you are. It'll be just like before for now," you assure him.

He nibbles on his bottom lip. You two still aren't official, so it will be a lot like how things were before just you know... better. And who was Kwon Soonyoung to turn you down?

He gives in, allowing you to continue tugging at his jeans. You're smiling like a schoolgirl right now, hands fumbling with his zipper. You free him of his jeans, exposing his already hard cock poking through his underwear.

You've hardly touched him and he's already losing it. Only you can do this to him.

He dips his head back down, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. His hands play with the buttons of your jeans before he slides them off your body. He breaks this kiss briefly to slide his shirt off.

You continue stripping one another bare, lips finding one another quickly every time the kiss is broken. You've reached an entirely new level of intimacy with him. You feel closer than ever and you never want to let go of this feeling.

He touches you with great care, fingertips circling your clit as you squirm beneath him. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as his fingers pleasure you delicately.

You're moaning and panting right into his ear, only fueling him to go faster. He pumps his fingers inside of you, simultaneously rubbing against your sensitive bud. You're falling apart around his fingers within a matter of minutes.

He coaxes you through your first orgasm of the night, filling your ears with the sweet words about how good you're doing for him and how beautiful you are.

He waits for you to fully come down before peppering kisses along your forehead and cheeks. He kisses away the tears staining your cheeks, " 'S okay Shorty."

You assure him that you're fine and he moves to pull out a condom from the pocket of his jeans. You stop him, telling him you'd rather take him raw. He's absolutely losing his mind over you.

He aligns his cock with your soaked entrance, coating his length with your arousal. Your body jolts every time he runs his length along your sensitive clit, leaving you grinding against him desperately.

He finally stops teasing and slides his length into you with ease. Your arms immediately wrap around his frame, nails sinking into his broad shoulder and toned back.

"Fuck," he moans.

He pushes his hips into your slowly, sure to fill you up with the entirety of his length. You wrap your legs around his torso, forcing his cock to thrust deeper inside of you.

You moan in unison, crying out every time he bottoms out inside of you. You feel so close to him, so full and content.

Your sweaty, sticky bodies, are tangled beneath the sheets. You can feel the intimacy in every inch of your body, from your fingertips to your toes. He's not fucking you, not the way he usually does. He's making love to you, ensuring that you really feel him as he drives you into your second orgasm of the night.

He continues to fuck you slowly, relishing in how tight and warm you feel around him. He never wants to leave this place, want's to keep you in his arms forever. You feel so fucking good, cunt tightening around him as you ride out your high.

He watches you, face screwed in pleasure and head sinking into the pillows. He loves watching you fall apart, lips parted as you cry out his name. He loves the way you feel around him, how it always sends him into his own orgasm. He loves everything about you.

He loves you.

He has to stop himself from saying it when he falls apart, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You feel his cock twitch inside of you as he releases his load into you.

Once he comes down from his high, he presses another kiss onto your forehead before slowly pulling out and falling into the bed beside you.

"You okay?" he asks.

You nod, intertwining your fingers with his. " "M all good Hoshi, promise."

His heart beats faster at the sound of the nickname. He's so whipped for you, and he can only hope your heartbeat is as erratic as his right now.

Like always, he escorts you to the bathroom and showers with you. There's a comfortable quiet between the two of you, he fears things will move too fast if he opens his mouth.

The same words he's thinking are tingling on your tongue. You won't say it, it's too soon. But he knows and you know, regardless of whether or not it's said out loud.

In his room, he redresses himself and lends you some of his clothes. He smiles to himself as his eyes scan your body. You look so cute in his clothes, he wishes he could take a picture.

Oh fuck.

"Shit!" Soonyoung falls onto the bed and grabs his phone. "I didn't tell Seokmin I was leaving!"

"I didn't tell Nai either," you begin scrambling for your phone on the bed with him.

There's 4 missed calls and 16 text messages. The older messages begin with 'BITCH WHERE ARE YOU' and end with 'checked your location, nvm! glad you two made up, i'll see you tomorrow morning'

You and Soonyoung exchange looks, laughing to yourself knowing both your phone screens look similar. "They know we're together," he smiles. He drops his phone on the bed, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling your body into his.

He envelops you in his warmth, comforting and cuddling you. You don't resist, turning into putty in his arms. Your head is pressed into his chest and you can hear his heartbeat. It's perfectly in sync with yours, completely filled with love.

"Shorty?"

"Hmm." you hum.

"Stay the night?"

You smile into his chest. "I thought you'd never ask."

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#seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #seventeen hoshi #hoshi smut #svt hoshi #kwon hoshi #kpop

[sweetheartsaku]

—love and deepspace rafayel ; like a song ive never listened to but i know every lyric

a/n ; [fem!reader] @oracleofstars DAY 3 PROMPT AND FIRST LND POST WOOHOO doing this one bc im in band huhuhuhu :3c

larkspur !

concerts have always felt like a fever dream.

and the absolute tingle down your spine when you managed to swiftly choose and buy front-row tickets to THE 3VOLS concert?? your heart was basically beating out of your chest. to make your heart even tighter, a little pop-up had appeared on your laptop screen basically screaming at you: "DON'T LEAVE AFTER THE CONCERT ♡" in rafayel's iconic handwriting, with its own messy yet neat flare to it. one of your favourite members.

you wonder what a singer like him could possibly be doing after a concert as big as this. especially for a smaller artist like him, maybe he wanted to get to know what his fans are like? a social experime-

the cold breeze of your open window kisses your cheek causing you to snap out of your daze. your cream curtain had been blowing fresh air, it made you feel more alive, especially having it slightly open in the early mornings. the sunlight would bleed into the curtains onto your sheets and the early bustling of the beautiful city would awaken.

a small blue jay chirps outside, and your phone chimes reminding you to bring your purse.

you slot your gentle lip tint and wallet, your phone's little dangling charms clinking with all the other knick-knacks in your purse. and for the final touch, the little rafayel chibi keychain attached with a beaded charm you had bought by impulse (listener like artist?).

you connect your white headphones sprinkled in stickers, playing his latest track. one of your favourites from their most recent single, Tip Toe.

"even better to be experienced live" you smiled, as you tap on your bus card. you take a seat nearest in-between the back and the middle, claiming your seat closest to the window.

you had always been drawn to the more charismatic, charming and... magnetic members. that one, being rafayel.

before you even knew it, you had already arrived at the bar it was set, a very cozy and warm atmosphere fills the air. there were people on the stage, setting up xavier's iconic deep red bass and zayne's pearly keytar. the stage was littered in little bits of glitter, and warm fairy lights.

a shiver of your heart knew this was going to be a magical experience.

placing your headphones around the strap of our bag, you stand in awe at the centre of the audience area, eyes shimmering. bejewelled.

suddenly a dark, veronica lilac shade came into sight.

rafayel.

"RAFAYEL?????" your mind was running laps, taken aback by the sudden sight of the man of your dreams in front of you, setting up his own mic still looking back backstage presumably talking to staff.

he was dressed in an unbuttoned white polo with a loose black tie on top, paired with worn out denim jorts and a pair of thick socks with leathery brown dress shoes.

ohmygoodness.

they weren't wrong when they said he was prettier in real life. to make it even worse, you were one of the only people in that standing area.

"oh? you must be early. we still have an hour or so till' the show starts." he tilts his head towards you, looking back down at his mic

"e-eh?! you're talking to... me?!" you lock your eyes with his lilac ones, and gain composure.

"i mean... well yeah. i prefer to get to events early!!" you smile.

he looks back up, impressed by her gentle demeanour finding her cute being so shocked he was talking to her.

"well, that's good. and don't worry. i'm not some big celeb, just a guy who loves his band and has the eye for the arts, if i do say so myself. no need to be shy.", he chuckles.

oh wow. he's so much more charismatic in real life too. your ears become warm, thinking this is all a daze.

"well, i hope to see you in the crowd, hm?"

"yep! i'll be in the front row... chookas?"

"thank you. hope to see ya' after the show."

something about her... was different.

she was alluring. her soul... it was... beyond description. would he really believe in love at first sight after every other soul he's fallen for?

stealing glances at you throughout the concert, he notices your passionate aura and your shouts of the lyrics from the latest single, Tip Toe.

xavier finds himself noticing rafayel's eyes on you, he felt captivated, enchanted if you will, as he saw you sing to his music. xavier smiles to himself as he gets fired up for his solo part in the following 3 bars.

he had 3 songs left till he could finally interact with you again.

after the concert, 3VOLS bow and grin, feeling accomplished playing their latest single flawlessly. now, he just had to see if people payed attention to the pop up on the ticket site.

the small maintenance crew had efficiently set up the little tables filled with boxes, revealing little pouches containing little trinkets and freebies organised by the boys to express their gratitude for supporting and attending their concert and simply just enjoying their music. each little bag was organised by member, letting the people who had noticed the little pop up choose their favourite member's freebies.

you managed to get a early spot in the small crowd of people. peering over a shoulder, it seemed like they were having a small meet and greet.

ohmygoodness.

WERE TALKING TO THEM PERSONALLY AGAIN??? this cannot be real. PLEASE LET ME GET A TURN WITH RAFAYEL!!

the little crowd was progressively moving, now the time awaits on you to be able to have the opportunity to greet the first debuted member, xavier. he held hands with you, smiling as he directed his eyes towards rafayel.

DOES HE KNOW MY FAVOURITE IS RAFAYEL??

"oh, i noticed your little raf' keychain. its cute." he gleams. in reality, he knows rafayel has had an eye on you. little did you know, his eyes were still on you as you held hands with xavier.

you giggle, thanking him and interacting with zayne. you reach rafayel at the end of the table, and he automatically hands you the pouch of trinkets filled with little freebies chosen by rafayel himself.

"honestly, my eye for the arts makes my pouch one of the best decorated here." he playfully chuckles.

"hm... maybe. we'll see when i open it!"

"can't wait. did you enjoy the show?"

"oh my gosh of course!! my favourite had to be Tip toe. or Saturn, or WDYS... i can't choose!! oh and Over 85 was also re- oops. i just enjoyed the entire show! you did so well!!"

"i'm happy to hear that. the experience was magical for me too." he says as they exchange closed eye smiles.

you extend your hand and he laces his hands with yours, slightly cold fingertips sending a pang through your heart. you bid your goodbyes and thank you's, heart warm and mind at ease.

you exit the bar, taking in the deep night city air.

oh gosh. well that just happened.

you untie the little purple ribbon that embraced the little pouch. what came to your surprise, a little piece of paper had fallen out.

hm? what's thi-

you're cute. heres my number, ⌝

XXXX-XXX-XXX

i think i wanna get to know ya'.

⌞ xoxo, rafayel. ᡣ𐭩

larkspur, representing first love and sweet disposition.

your voice , ⌝

like a song i've never listened to

⌞ but i know every lyric.

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[romantichomicide95]

Hello :D

If requests are open, can I request fem reader with bf yuji just a happy couple or new couple that will have their first kiss and any romantic moments 🥹 the mini plot is completetly up to you and thank you sm for taking the time for noticing this 💗 Ive read most of ur writings btw i really love them!!♡♡

omg finally more Yuji! of course! i’m so happy, I’ve really been wanting to write for him he’s so sweet, also thankyou i appreciate that 💕

Yuji Itadori x Reader

FIRST KISS -Super fluffy.

Yuji Itadori was like a breath of fresh air. After dealing with Fushiguro's reserved nature for so long, someone who wasn't particularly interested in being friends with you, it was a refreshing change to have Yuji join Jujutsu High. You and Yuji became fast friends, forming a tight-knit group with Nobara, and reluctantly Fushiguro. Ever since then, the four of you were almost inseparable.

But there was a problem, an indescribable, uncontainable issue that troubled you day in and day out. It was the ever-growing feelings that brewed inside you for Yuji. The way his infectious laughter made your heart skip a beat, his genuine concern for your well-being, the way he seemed to understand you without words; it all made your feelings grow stronger each passing day.

Today was quiet. You were in the middle of the slow season and missions were scarce. None of you were complaining as it meant a lot more free time. For you this meant free time to spend with Yuji.

Seated side by side in your favorite spot by the riverside, just the two of you, you watched the calm waters flow as the warm suns rays bathed you. You couldn’t help but admire how the sun reflected off Yujis eyes, they looked almost golden with the sun shining on them.

“What do I have something in my teeth?” Yujis voice shocked you out of your trance and you quickly realized you were staring.

“N-no sorry.” you said embarrassed, turning away. “I-I just was lost in thought.”

"Oh good that would be embarrassing.” He chuckles briefly pausing before he speaks up again. “Hey. You know you're one of my favorite people, right?"

You look back up at him. He had this big goofy smile on his face. It made his eyes sparkle and you could feel your heartbeat pick up. It was so annoying how that smile always made you melt. “I am?” You finally manage to stutter out.

He took a deep breath, his gaze meeting yours. "I mean... Yeah.” he chuckles “Why do you think I hang out with you much?”

Your heart picked up speed. “I don’t know Yuji.” you admit, a shy smile forming. “I guess I never really noticed you did.”

He laughed, a carefree sound that filled the air. “Yeah, I mean you always make me laugh, you’re smart, you’re probably the nicest girl I know. Plus…you’re so…pretty. Ya know?“

He shrugs nonchalantly, leaning back against a tree as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows on his face.

You lowered your gaze, you almost felt…shy. "Yuji, I... I don't know what to say. That's... really sweet of you. You-you think I’m pretty?”

He grinned as he reached out to gently hold your hand. “Yeah I do. I think you’re beautiful.” His eyes met yours. His cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink, but he still had this confident air about him.

You bit your bottom lip. Fighting back the big excitable smile that seemed to be creeping its way into your face. “Thank you Yuji. That-That means a lot. Especially coming from you. I feel the same.” You say bashfully, squeezing his hand.

His smile grew and you felt warmth flush through your chest.Yuji leaned in closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice soft.

You gave him an eager nod. A shiver of anticipation running through your body “Y-yeah I would really like that.” You smile.

Time seemed to slow down as Yuji leaned in even closer closing the space between you. You closed your eyes, your heart beating outside your chest as Yujis lips met yours. They were soft and tender and he kissed you with such delicacy.

I’m the heat on of the moment you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him in closer and you could feel him smile against your lips as the kiss grew deeper.

As the kiss came to an end your lips parted, still lingering close. You both open your eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile as Yuji looked at you with adoration. You could feel the electricity between you, threatening to shock your system.

Yuji tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Wow…I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.��� He said leaning back again as his carefree laugh filled your senses.

You joined in on his laughter as the tension was replaced with pure comfort. “Well…it was worth the wait.” You say, as you lay your head down on his lap. He laced his fingers in yours again.

He looks down at you and smiles his big goofy smile. “It certainly was. I’m glad I dragged you out here today.”

And as you look back up at him, happy with the way today was unfolding and excited for what was blossoming between you both, you nod. “Me too Yuji…me too.”

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[vex91]

Jang Wonyoung - Smile through the pain

Pairing: Jang Wonyoung x Female Reader (Highschool AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Summary: Wonyoung's world stopped when her best friend and long time crush told her that she likes a pretty popular girl at their school, Ahn Yujin.

A/N: Some Wonyoung angst✌

3rd's POV

Happiness.

The first thing that she felt when she saw you that day, along with the fast beating of her heart that was there everytime she saw or even thought about you.

Curiosity.

Was the second thing that she felt when she saw your excited eyes and heard you saying how you wanted to tell her something important because you trusted her a lot.

Dread.

Was the third and last thing that she felt that day after hearing that you were in love with one of the popular students, Ahn Yujin. The thought of your heart being taken by someone else destroyed her inside.

Later that day Wonyoung found herself observing this Ahn Yujin. A student popular for a lot of things but mostly because of her nice personality and the fact that she was soccer's team captain, a school's ace player. There were always a lot of boys but mostly girls admiring and confessing to her but she rejected all of them so far. The only girl that people know that she dated was older than her Kim Gaeul, who was also one of her best friends.

She could see why you would find interest in her but it still didn't sat right with her.

The next day you weren't waiting for her next to her locker like always, instead you showed up 5 minutes later and on top of that the person who walked you to her was no other than the Yujin you liked.

When did you start talking with her?

"It was nice talking to you Y/N, we'll talk more later right?" She gave you a charming smile that almost made your knees gave up and walked away after bidding goodbye to Wonyoung as well.

"She said that we will talk more later" You squealed into Wonyoung's shoulder while she was still trying to process the face that you had on when you talked with Yujin. "When did you two started talking?" You looked up at her after hearing her question "Oh, I accidentally bumped into her and somehow we started talking. But Wonyoung, I honestly thought that my chances with her disappeared after I bumped into her but she's so nice and understanding"

That smile that you gave her, it showed how happy you were because of Yujin. It made her realize that if she really loved you then she should support you.

So with a smile Wonyoung looked at you "I really root for you two Y/N"

That's how you and her ended up becoming friends with Yujin and her friends. Wonyoung quickly became comfortable with talking and hanging out with Gaeul, Rei and Jiwon who everyone just called Liz and later the youngest of the group, Hyunseo also called Leeseo. She was happy to have other people to talk to because she wanted to give you as much space to hang out with Yujin as you needed. Still, it didn't stopped her from looking sadly at you two becoming closer.

Finally the day came.

Wonyoung was sitting with the rest of the girls in the cafeteria waiting for you and Yujin, the only two people missing right now. When you finally came, Wonyoung didn't failed to notice your hands being clasped with Yujin's but before she could think more about it, she heard that words coming out of Yujin's mouth.

"I've asked Y/N to be my girlfriend yesterday and she said yes"

Oh... So that being fully heartbroken felt. The moment she heard those words and saw Yujin wrap her arm around your waist, Wonyoung's heart fully broke.

But just like she decided, she was gonna support you.

"I'm really happy for you" Wonyoung muttered to herself while smiling through the pain at the sight of Yujin kissing you after her team won the game that same day.

#vex writes #ive x reader #ive reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung

[bau-drabbles]

liaaa please don’t give me that promotion 💀 more hotch stuff bc ive been pining more for him lately and i keep thinking about that idea i told you about (where reader is jack’s teacher)? i’d think that aaron would try to bring jack to school personally, just to see you even if it was for few minutes? oh but can you imagine valentine’s day in jack’s school and the kids have to draw people in their lives they love/care a lot about and in his final drawing it’s you, aaron and jack next to a house on one side with his friends and his aunt on the other?

and when aaron comes to pick jack up, you hand him and jack this picture back and start complimenting jack on his skills but aaron is at the side wondering if this could work again?? :( he’s afraid of falling in love because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to protect them or be there for them when in need, but seeing his son so happy again just makes his heart melt. he likes being around you too, noticing that he has been putting his guard down when you’re talking to him.

once you’re done, you gently pat the top of jack’s head and he giggles as he walks away holding his dad’s hand, waving goodbye to you before a small slip up — he says “bye mom”. you can tell aaron freezes up, unsure how to feel but you’re immediately calling out to both of them saying that kids do this all the time and its no big deal.

you pass jack a little sweet, hoping it’ll ease the embarrassment he’s feeling. aaron turns to watch as you interact with his son, smiling and patiently reassuring him that it’s okay and that’s when he blurts out an invitation to have dinner with him?? this man would be so direct with no frills whatsoever, and while you’re taken aback by how abrupt it was, you can tell that he’s a little embarrassed by it too — his cheeks are tinted pink and he watches you nervously before you say yes. you quickly scribble down your number and pass it to him before leaving to tend to the other kids and their parents, now before sending a quick wink to the both of them.

aaron’s heart is beating like crazy because there’s no way he just managed to do that but as he walked towards his car, he cant help but smile at the thought that things are finally looking better for him, and that maybe, it doesn’t have to be just the two of the hotchner boys anymore <3

IM SO SORRY FOR ALWAYS SENDING LONG ASKS D:

- (not) gideon anon

aww baby, i don't think you gave me this idea the last ask you sent was sad horny hotch but teacher!reader !!!!! 👀👀👀👀 also never apologise for the long ask!!! i love them!! 🤍🤍

this makes me so sad and happy because the first chance at love after such a devastating loss??? 🥺🥺 like after the whole haley thing, he's so scared to love again because what happens if history repeats itself and he falls too fast and too deep?? but you're such a burst of colour, so vibrant and just so beautiful he just wants a taste. a little glimpse of what if.

and when he looks back after reaching his car, he can see you smiling and laughing to the other parents with their kids and you just look so damn gorgeous. the wind blowing just the right amount, the sun dancing across your face, all of it feels like a romcom. it's such a cliché but he all he wants to do is scoop you up in his arms and whirl you around before planting a soft kiss to your lips which look so inviting.

he paces himself though, this time he's a little more reserved but it's only because its so new. you've said yes to his invite, surely that must mean something good.

and in the midst of it all, your eyes have catches his again just before he enters his car. the usual stoic face drops a little and you see a hint of a smile and something more. his cheeks are tinged with pink, his eyes a hurricane of emotions even if you're too far away to decipher which is the most dominant. jack calls out to him again and he awkwardly breaks out of the trance, looking at his son before shooting you a soft smile as he gets into his car after securing jack in his seat

this dinner would be perfect, he concludes in his head. seeing your beautiful face and seeing just how happy you make him and jack feel, it was going to be all okay.

i love this so bad 😩🤲 your 😺 may belong to gideon but your heart def belongs to hotchycakes <33 😙😙

#asks #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

[corvidamned]

FIVE SONGS for your muse.

i. Love Me Dead - Ludo: She moves through moonbeams slowly. She knows just how to hold me. And when her edges soften, Her body is my coffin. I know she drains me slowly. She wears me down to bones in bed. Must be the sign on my head, That says, oh Love me dead! Love me dead!

ii. This Is Not An Exit - Duncan Sheik: Maybe this schism, is just a symptom, Of late capitalism. A Savior's died and risen, Of worlds that wouldn't listen, To their own collapse. Even if this story, Is overwrought and gory, It's not a fable, it's not an allegory. No cautionary tale, no memento mori. Or a vague perhaps.

iii. I Would Die 4 U - Prince: I'm not a woman, I'm not a man. I am something that you'll never understand. I'll never beat you, I'll never lie. And if you're evil, I'll forgive you by and by. 'Cause you, I would die for you, yeah. Darlin', if you want me to, you, I would die for you. I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend. I am something that you'll never comprehend. No need to worry, no need to cry. I'm your Messiah and you're the reason why.

iv. Shake the Disease - Depeche Mode: Some people have to be permanently together, Lovers devoted to each other forever. Now I've got things to do, and I've said before, That I know you have too. When I'm not there, In spirit I'll be there. Here is a plea from my heart to you, Nobody knows me as well as you do. You know how hard it is for me to shake the disease, That takes hold of my tongue in situations like these. Understand me.

v. As It Was - Hozier: And in a few days, I would be there, love. Whatever here that's left of me is yours just as it was. Just as it was, baby. Before the otherness came. And I knew its name. The love, the dark, the light, the flame. The eyes at the heights of my baby. Let's hope at the fight of my baby. The lights were as bright as my baby, But your love was unmoved. And tell me if somehow, some of it remained. How long you would wait for me? How long I've been away? The shape that I'm in now, is shaping the doorway. Make your good love known to me. Just tell me about your day. Just as it was, baby. Before the otherness came. And I knew its name. The drugs, the dark, the light, the shame.

FIVE TWELVE QUOTES for your muse.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before ―  Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service. ― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings You cannot have both. In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. Silver or black. Human or demon. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half. ― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless I look down at my body and think, No. I will not abandon you. Not yet, not again, not like the rest of them. ― Ashe Vernon, from “For Anyone Who’s Listening,” Not a Girl Part of heroism is being able to see the future and still remain standing. If you don't believe in God or Fate, you still must believe in narrative. ― Richard Siken, Four Proofs “I’ve been trying to go home my whole life—” — Chelsea Dingman, “Psychogeography” “Break often - not like porcelain, but like waves.” — Scherezade Siobhan First love's all right, as far as it goes. Last love, that's what I'm interested in. ― The Edge of Love, 2008 Understand, there are two pains. Pains that try to rob you of your essence and burn you to the ground, and pains that will transform you and give you wings. ― Helaena Moon

If you are so committed to being perfectly lawful that you cannot see the value of breaking a law to defend yourself or others, you’re not good, you’re obedient. ― tumblr user cenkrett “As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.” ― Jenny Slate there's a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you. ― tumblr user blooooom

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#muse #music #modus operandi #i love quotes so much

[slusheeduck]

Count Only The Happy Hours

PART I: [I][II][III][IV][V][VI][VII] PART 2: [I][II]

III.

“I-I have that metal sheet you needed, C-Councilor Sil.”

“Hm? Oh, thank you, set it down there.”

Vivec, busy sharpening his sword in the courtyard of their base, paused in his work to look up. Sil, as usual, was elbow deep in one of his metal beasties–this one was less spider-like and instead long and twitchy, not unlike a nix-hound. Meanwhile, the young mer who had brought the sheet did not set it down, instead dithering. He must have been a Dagoth boy, hardly older than Seht himself; the dark hair and angular face certainly gave him a Vorynesque air. He shifted from one foot to the other.

            “Um…do you…do you need anything else, muthsera?”

            “No. Thank you.”

            Vivec closed one eye as he watched the scene, bringing the thumb and forefinger of each hand together before drawing them apart, mimicking an archer about to let his arrow loose. The Dagoth boy didn’t notice.

            “I-I…you know, I-I’m actually, I’m really interested in what you’re doing,” he tried again, almost painfully eager. “I would love to hear you speak about it some time. O-or if I could help you with your work…?”

            Hold…hold…

            “I don’t need help. Thank you, sera,” Sil said in clear dismissal. He hadn’t looked up at the boy once through the whole conversation.

            The boy’s eyes widened, mouth moving silently as he tried to figure out how to salvage the conversation. Finally, looking utterly crestfallen, he sighed and set the metal sheet down, then bowed to Seht and trudged away.

            Vivec let out a ffwth through his teethbefore clicking his tongue, mimicking an arrow shot as he released his invisible bowstring. The sound was enough to startle Sil into noticing him. “That’s number eight.”

            Sil frowned. “Number what?”

            “Eight. That’s the number of shattered hearts you’ve left in your wake in the past three months, at least that I’ve seen.”

            Sil let out a quiet, irritated noise as he rubbed his eyes. “Vehk, what are you saying?”

Vivec rested his elbow on his knee, chin in his hand. “Well, hla’daesohn, you’re at that age. On the market, as they say. And at least eight people have been bold enough to bid.”

Seht’s eyes rolled enough to send his slight frame swaying. “If you’re going to talk nonsense, I’m just going to leave.”

Vivec laughed. “People are interested in you, Seht. You’ve grown into a fine young mer, with a House and a high-ranking position to boot, and the throngs are noticing. Why, if I was your mother…”

“That’s a scary thought.”

“...I’d be beating off would-be wooers with a broom until your eighteenth birthday. Which, if I recall, is coming up in just a few months.” Vivec tilted his head. “And, as your dear older brother, it’s my fraternal duty to ask if any mer has managed to interest you.”

Sil gave a long-suffering sigh, and he returned to his work. “I really don’t think being in the middle of a war is conducive to relationships, Vivec.”

“Oh, that’s not true. In fact, I’d say that love found in times of strife makes for even stronger bonds.”

“From experience?”

“Perhaps. I don’t tell you everything I do.”

Sil gave him one of the flattest looks Vivec had ever received–impressive, considering how often he received them. “You know, most people don’t pride themselves on being hypocrites.”

“I’m not a hypocrite, I’m complex and wonderfully mortal. To be contradictory is…” Vivec’s monologue was, frustratingly, cut off by a pair of strong hands clamping down on his shoulders. He looked up, eyebrows raising as he caught star-bright eyes. “Alandro?”

“Excellent news, Vehk.” Alandro gave his shoulders an uncharacteristically friendly squeeze; Vivec had the feeling that he was not about to get excellent news. “You finally get the chance to do what you do best. You’re on entertainment today.”

Vivec frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Alandro patted his shoulders before sitting down beside him with a sigh. “Well, I only know half of the whole story–these damn House mer all seem to only half-communicate. No offense, Sil.”

“None taken,” Seht said, not even looking up.

“But, from what I can understand, it’s some House…”

“Vivec! Sil!”

Both Vehk and Seht looked up as they heard Nerevar call their names. He gestured for them to come over. Alandro let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank Azura. They can explain this House guarshit,” he said, then pushed himself up to his feet. “Come on, then.” He glanced down at Sil as he carefully pulled a tarp over his work. “Is that a nix-hound?”

“An approximation of one.”

Alandro half-smiled. “Maybe there is some Dwemer in you. You check to see if ol’ Kagrenac’s missing a kid?” he teased, giving Sil’s shoulder a friendly push as they made their way into the war room.

Voryn was already inside, sitting back with his arms crossed. He didn’t look smug, exactly, but there was a definite air of winning an argument surrounding him as Nerevar dropped into the seat beside him. Neht rubbed his face, waiting for Alandro, Sil, and Vivec to take a seat.

“So,” Nerevar started, lifting his head. “There’s a slight update to our plans. You recall we were supposed to speak with the Grandmaster of House Dres?”

“Yes, Grandmaster Elvasea,” Vivec said, sitting up. “Has something happened to her?”

“Something happened to us,” Voryn said, head tilting toward the door. “We suddenly gained an army of Indoril soldiers.”

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“That’s what I said,” Alandro muttered beside him.

Voryn looked around the room, then sighed. “If it hasn’t been clear in the struggle of getting Nerevar to become Hortator, the Great Houses aren’t exactly fond of each other. Some of it is due to old rivalries–House Dagoth and Indoril, for example, have never been very keen on each other. But sometimes, it’s a little more personal.” He leaned forward, long fingers steepling together. “Indoril’s last grandmaster wasn’t exactly popular among the other houses. He was combative, difficult to work with…” He paused for a moment, then shook his head. “He was a bloodthirsty, miserable old bastard, to put it bluntly. And he made more enemies than friends–including Grandmaster Elvasea.” He waved a hand. “So when word got out that House Indroril’s grandmaster was here, she tried to cancel our discussion.”

Vivec leaned forward. “But Almalexia isn’t her father.”

“That’s what I said,” Nerevar said. Voryn shook his head.

“That doesn’t matter. Grandmaster Almalexia hasn’t proven herself as being different than her father, so in the other Houses’ eyes, it might as well still be him in the seat.” He sat back. “My suggestion is that we leave the grandmaster and her forces here.”

“No, your suggestion is that we sneak out without telling her,” Nerevar shot back. “And I can’t condone that. Almalexia is our ally; we can’t just leave her in the dark, Voryn.”

“She won’t take our leaving her out of discussions well,” Voryn said coolly. “Considering she sprung an army on us and insisted on staying, she’s thus far proven that she is impetuous and stubborn. Which…” He held up his hand as both Neht and Vehk leaned forward to argue. “...is likely because of her age.” He looked to Vivec. “You, Vivec, should know best out of everyone here how important it is to leave out information. I don’t recall you writing about how we had to retreat at Hafnambir, or mentioning how many soldiers we lost at Citha Molkhun?”

Vivec pressed his lips together. “That’s different.”

“Is it? You don’t mention those details because it would decrease morale among the Chimer.” Voryn sighed. “As much as I may not like House Indoril, I don’t want to make an enemy of their Grandmaster. If we don’t tell her about the meeting–the one that we had planned before her entry, may I remind you all–then she has no reason to think she’s being left out.”

Alandro’s head fell back with a groan, and he pushed himself up to his feet. “You godsdamned House mer. Talking to people shouldn’t be a puzzle.”

“Well, I’m very sorry that we can’t all solve our problems by slashing at them like you do in the Ashlands,” Voryn snipped back.

Vivec looked between the two, then glanced at Nerevar as he rubbed his face. This, he realized as his stomach sank, was the exact same thing they had done with him three years ago, in the lead-up to their attack on Hofstaag. Even worse, though, were the words that came from his own lips: “I…agree with Voryn.”

            All three older mer looked to Vivec, and he caught sight of Sil’s eyebrows silently raising. Nerevar frowned, but he leaned forward.

            “Why do you think it’s a good idea?” he asked. The words weren’t challenging, and his pale blue eyes were genuinely curious as they fixed on Vehk.

            “Editing is…essential in what we’re doing,” Vivec said after a moment. “Morale is high, but it wasn’t exactly easy convincing the Houses to make your Hortator, Neht. I may not know House politics, but I know people: Almalexia is young and still adapting to her new role. I’ve seen it in her. If we tell her ‘We’re meeting with Grandmaster Elvasea, but you need to stay here,’ it’s not unreasonable that she’d see it as a slight to her station and ability that we’re leaving her out of House talks.” He shrugged. “It could come across as treating her as a child.”

Voryn gestured to him. “Yes, exactly. It would do us no favors to tell her; whether she comes with us and Elvasea refuses to meet or whether she stays here, there’s a wounded ego waiting to happen. And that brings me to my next suggestion: Vivec and Sil should stay here.” As Vivec sat up, Voryn raised a hand again, adding, “And before your pride gets wounded, Vivec, I am only suggesting this because I genuinely think you’re able to smooth things over with the grandmaster if need be.” He crossed his arms. “You thought you were very slick with that story about her breaking up the mercenaries, didn’t you?”

Vivec grimaced, sitting back in his seat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said weakly.

“Please. But, much as I hate admitting it, it was a good move on your part. It got her moving and ultimately got us more soldiers. And it’s a detriment to us; I was banking on you talking circles around whatever doubts Grandmaster Elvasea had with your exaggerations.”

Vivec had a feeling his ego was being played to, in a backhanded sort of way. But a compliment–two compliments–from Voryn was a rare occurrence for anyone besides Nerevar. And, admittedly, staying around the vibrant, fascinating young queen did sound much more enjoyable than having to spin words for an old grandmaster from a dour, stark house like Dres. So, after a moment’s deliberation, he nodded.

“All right. I’ll stay.” He tilted his head toward Sil. “Why have Seht stay, though?”

“Well, for one, it’s less suspicious if the two junior counselors are left behind,” Voryn said, then looked over to Sil. “And I don’t imagine you’d particularly enjoy having tea with a Grandmaster who no doubt would be trying to set you up with her eligible granddaughter.”

Sil, to his credit, did try to hide his grimace. “I think my time would be better spent working on the animunculi for the next battle,” he said diplomatically.

Voryn nodded. “So it’s decided. You two stay here, and the three of us will go to see Grandmaster Elvasea. And Vivec, you will keep her from figuring out what we’ve done.”

It didn’t set well with Vivec, having to lie to Almalexia, but…well, that was a war, wasn’t it? He dipped his head.

“I’ll ensure Grandmaster Almalexia is occupied. I’m sure she’s tremendously busy anyway.”

--

The sun was already up by the time Nerevar, Alandro, and Voryn left Ald’ruhn to meet with Grandmaster Elvasea. They weren’t going to be far; her retinue had arrived from the mainland the day before, in Seyda Neen, and they were due to meet halfway, in Balmora. But all the same, leaving early both ensured that they wouldn’t be late, and they’d be less likely to be caught by any Indorils.

Truthfully, Vivec hadn’t slept much at all the night before. He’d meticulously planned the day, crafting a day full of touring Ald’ruhn, talking to locals, endearing her to the mer out here in a way as close to Nerevar’s introduction to Vvardenfell had been. Not only would it endear the Grandmaster to the locals, but it’d also ensure Almalexia didn’t notice the absence of the three senior council members.

So, as he went to her tent once the sun had crested over the ashen hills, he was fully confident in how the day was going to go.

That plan had not included having a sword tossed at him.

He jolted in surprise, just barely catching it–thank the Three it was sheathed, or he might never have written anything again. He looked up to see the source of the toss.

If not for the fiery hair bound back or the sharp, golden eyes, he might not have realized it was the Grandmaster in front of him. Her armor had been left inside the tent, it seemed, and she was clad in the more usual style of mainlander Chimer–a tight, cropped jerkin, leaving her arms and midriff exposed, and a pair of breeches just loose enough to allow for movement without running the risk of being caught by a blade. Inky black tattoos covered her exposed skin, traveling down her arms and perfectly mirroring itself across the taut golden skin of her stomach. He wondered, for a moment, if they were significant, but his attention was drawn back up at the choking noise that came from Hlareni, who stepped out from the tent at precisely the moment Vivec caught the sword.

“Almalexia,” she hissed, walking over to the other woman. “You cannot throw swords at our hosts!”

“Oh, I’m quite alright,” Vivec assured, giving her a smile before he looked down at the sword. “It, ah, is certainly a way to make sure you’re awake. But I was just coming by to see if the Grandmaster would like a tour of Ald’ruhn.” His brow furrowed, and he glanced back up to Almalexia. “Though I am curious why you threw a sword at me.”

“Well, I did think you were the Hortator,” Almalexia said with a shrug. “You wear your hair the same. I wanted to spar with him; I’ve heard so much about his prowess, and I wanted to see how it matched with my own.”

Hlareni rubbed her forehead. “Alma, throwing swords at the Hortator is worse.” She blanched. “Not…obviously, Councilor Vivec, we don’t want to throw swords at you, either, I just…”

Vivec chuckled, unsheathing the sword. “Well, I’m afraid the Hortator is caught up for the moment. But I’d be glad to spar with the Grandmaster–I’m no Nerevar, certainly, but I’ve held my own on several occasions.” He gave a shrug, along with a lazy flourish of his sword. “I did, after all, train with Fa-Nuit-Hen.”

Hlareni gaped at him. “Fa…Fa-Nuit-Hen? Boethiah’s son?”

“The very one. I was very, very young, of course, so the details of his teaching get a bit fuzzy.”

Almalexia’s eyebrows rose, but her eyes narrowed at him, an amused smile on her lips. “He’s joking, f’lah.”

Vivec’s hand went over his heart, jaw dropped in indignation. “You’re calling me a liar, muthsera? I would never do such a thing, especially not to our esteemed guests.” He gestured toward the training area with his sword. “But, of course, you’re more than welcome to test me.”

“Then I will,” Almalexia said, lifting her chin with a smile as she walked over. “If the Hortator’s too busy, I suppose a student of Fa-Nuit-Hen will suffice.”

“You keep saying that like you don’t believe me.”

“That’s because I don’t, serjo.” She looked over at Hlareni over her shoulder. “You ought to go chat with Councilor Sil. He seems like the type to get busy.”

Vivec looked to Hlareni as he rested his sword against his shoulder, eyebrows raising. “You have something to discuss with Sil?”

Hlareni went stiff, and he could see the way she was trying to keep herself from going red; it wasn’t working. “Oh, ah, well, I…I just think his creations are fascinating, a-and I want to learn more about them. And he’s so very…tall.”

            And here’s number nine, Vivec thought, but he smiled at her. “Extraordinarily tall, yes,” he said with a chuckle. “He’ll be glad to talk metal beasties with you, though don’t expect him to notice when you get bored.”

            “I won’t get bored,” Hlareni insisted just a touch too emphatically. She stiffened, then quickly bowed to Almalexia. “I’ll…I’ll be back shortly, Grandmaster.” When Almalexia nodded, she turned on her heel and practically jogged away.

            Vivec smiled, turning to catch up with the Grandmaster. “No one’s had luck with him yet, you know.”

            Almalexia rolled her eyes, though the action was obviously fond. “Reni is…eager for love. Always has been. She’ll drool over Councilor Sil for a week and then get her head back on straight when he shoots her down.”

            “You’ve known her for a long time, then?”

            “Oh, yes, we grew up together. Her mother was my father’s favorite advisor.” She smiled. “She probably seems very flouncy and coddled to you, but she’s a great asset on the battlefield. And…she’s much better at being polite than I am.”

            Vivec smiled. “I can sympathize with her. I’m the one who reminds Seht to be polite.” He chuckled as they reached the training ground. “They’ll probably get along marvelously in that case.”

“Mm.” Almalexia rolled her neck, then looked straight at Vivec. “Now, most people don’t give it their all when they spar with me. I’m insisting that you do, Councilor; if I can’t block your attacks, then I have no business being here.”

Vivec dipped his head. “Of course, Grandmaster. And, of course, I’ll be a terrible pupil of both Fa-Nuit-Hen and Nerevar if I can’t block yours.”

Almalexia grinned. “Excellent. To three hits, then.”

She gave him a bow, and he returned it, then they both lifted their weapons. There was a glint in her golden eyes, dangerous and bright, and it was all the warning Vivec got before she lunged. He barely jumped back in time, the metal of her blade singing through the air.

Well. He could see how Alandro was starting to warm up to her.

But he was very, very quick, his movements light and airy compared to her grounded force. She dove for him with heavy bladework; he flitted in her blind spots to look for an opening. She countered with ease; he wondered if she had been born with a blade in her hand, with how naturally her sword moved with her. He kept just out of reach—he was a good swordsmer, yes, but he was a late learner; his cuts were clumsy compared to hers.

It was well and truly a dance, each style complimenting the other’s just enough to keep blows from landing.

“One.”

He landed the first hit with a clever feint; the force of her blow toward it slowed her down, and he was able to tap the flat of his sword against her arm. He backed away to reset, smiling…until he saw the look on her face. The glint in her eyes blazed into golden fire as she looked over at him, and she set her jaw as she stood up straight.

Ah. This was not a mer who liked to lose.

He raised his sword, signaling his readiness, and she came at him with all the fury of He-Who-Destroys and She-Who-Erases. He fell to defense, just barely blocking her blows as she came at him with boundless stamina. It wasn’t a surprise when he floundered, rewarded with the hard slap of cold metal against his arm.

“One,” she said.

The next round he faired better. He knew what to expect with this renewed passion, and, accustomed as he was to opponents much bigger and stronger than he was, he could work around brute force.

“Two,” he said.

But she was catching on. If his movements were flighty and quick, then she was a sabrecat, prowling for him. She worked on wearing him down, goading him one direction and the next, following his movements with her fiery gaze.

“Two,” she said.

By now, they were both panting, skin dusty from the combination of sweat and ash. They circled each other, each waiting for the other to move first. A few coppery curls had escaped from Almalexia’s braid, brushing her cheeks. Vivec gave her a grin.

“Has anyone told you how very beautiful you are?” he asked. “Like a star blazing through the sky as it falls.”

Almalexia gaped, caught off-guard. He lurched forward, tapping his sword against her thigh.

“Three.” Vivec sheathed his sword, still grinning. “You see, Neht was right: I wield my words just as well as my sword.”

Almalexia stared at him, and he met her gaze. There was a moment where he could see fury at the trick boiling beneath her skin. But, like a fever, it seemed to break, and she let out a laugh.

“I would call that cheating,” she says. “But really, I should know better. Hollow compliments are all you hear in my position.”

“Who said it was hollow? I speak nothing but the truth, muthsera.”

“Mm. Like your egg? And Fa-Nuit-Hen?”

“Exactly. Regardless of what you think, it’s all very true to me.”

Almalexia’s gaze flicked up to him, a soft sort of curiosity in her eyes. For a moment, they were silent, an unspoken question hanging heavily between them. There were several options for what it was; Vivec was quite content to wait for it to surface.

But she broke the spell before it could, sheathing her sword. “Have you considered using a spear, Councilor?”

“Like the netchimen use?”

“In a sense. You like to stay as far away as possible from your target; I think a spear would suit you quite well.” She tucked a curl behind her ear. “I could show you, later. I’m trained in just about every weapon possible.”

Vivec’s lips turned up, and he set his hand over his heart. “I would be honored. In fact, I…” He went quiet, head suddenly turning. “Do you hear that?”

Almalexia frowned, striding over to him. “It sounds like…fighting. Is there training today?”

“No, it…” Vivec’s eyes went wide. “Seht!”

He sprinted back into town, immediately greeted with the smell of smoke and blood on the stones.

The streets were full of Nords, a surprise attack no doubt planned for when the councilors were due to be away. The Chimer, at least, were holding their own; from his quick glance as he ran, it seemed that there were more Nord bodies on the cobblestones. But their base…that’s where they were headed. And where he’d left Sil.

A few Nords tried to cut him down, but he was quicker. Each was slashed as he made his way through the streets, either dead or incapacitated; he didn’t care to check.

Smoke was already pouring out of the hall when he reached it, and he stood for just a moment too long as the worst possibility entered his mind. He reacted far too late as he saw movement in the corner of his eye, and a Nord—large and furious, eyes wild with bloodlust—lunged at him. Just as he braced for the deep cut of her blade, the Nord’s head, still snarling, fell forward, with her body following quickly behind. Vivec looked up to see Almalexia panting, blade dripping red.

“Go inside and get the survivors,” she barked at him, full of authority. She turned to the nearby Chimer, shouting commands and directing them against the onslaught.

Vivec wasted no time; he dove into the smoke-filled hall, eyes watering against it. As he ran, he stumbled on something, just barely affording a look as he caught his balance. The Dagoth boy, the one that had been mooning over Seht just that morning, lay motionless and pale on the ground, black eyes fixed blindly overhead and blood leaking into his dark hair.

Vivec breathed out a prayer to Azura, but he turned and kept moving. To the living Chimer he found, he yelled out directions to the exit, urging them to leave, NOW and find Grandmaster Almalexia.

Finally, he made it to the courtyard. There, in the center, was Sil; given the charred bodies around him, he must have been able to hold his own with his magic. But magicka was finite, and even from here, Vehk could see he had drained his reserves. He had a hollow look in his face, and for a brief moment as they locked eyes, he saw the very same boy he’d found in the rubble three years ago.

Vivec cried out as one of the bodies moved. A Nord heaved himself up, axe in hand, and lunged toward Sil. Vivec sprinted forward, blade up, but he wouldn’t be fast enough. Sil looked up at the Nord.

It was just two motions. One quick pull of the knife out of the sheath at Sil’s belt, and a sharp, sideways push into the Nord’s belly.

Sil left the knife in the Nord as he fell, and he nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to Vivec. “There wasn’t any warning,” he said, words tumbling over themselves. “They just…they flooded the city. I didn’t have time to send my spiders out, I did what I could with my magic, but…”

Vivec took his face, looking him over. “Are you hurt?”

“O-only superficially. We have to get the others out.”

“They’re out. Almalexia’s in the city. Did Hlareni make it to you?”

“Y-yes, but I didn’t…once the attack started, I-I—Vivec, turn around!”

Vivec whirled around, eyes wide as a large Nord burst through the doorway. She wielded a mace as tall as she was, and she let out a bellow of fury as she locked eyes on Vivec and Sil.

“Stay behind me, Sil,” Vivec said.

“But…”

“Stay behind me, hla’daesohn.”

Adrenaline was singing through Vivec’s veins, but even so, he could feel the edges of exhaustion. His sparring with Almalexia had used up more stamina than he’d initially thought, and it was very likely that this would not end well. He took a breath, adjusting his grip on his blade, then gritted his teeth.

The Nord gave an unpleasant laugh and muttered to herself, no doubt something about “milk-drinking knife ears.” It was possible he could taunt her into a fury if she was talkative. It could buy Sil enough time to get out. He just had to find the right way to…

The Nord lunged. Vivec pushed Sil back, then sprinted forward. Silently, he prayed that the mace would crush his skull too quickly for him to greet his death. A coward’s prayer, maybe, but infinitely more preferable to feeling his brains spatter the courtyard.

But, rather than his death, he was greeted with a spray of blood as an arrow tore through the Nord’s neck.

He skidded to a halt, staring as several more arrows whizzed through the air. The Nord went down silently, and both he and Sil stared at her body for a moment. It wasn’t until they heard a breathless voice calling, “Councilors!” that they turned around.

Hlareni sprinted up to them. Her hair had fallen from its ribbon, and her finery was smudged with soot and blood. She still had an arrow nocked, and her blue eyes were sharp as she scanned the area.

“Are you all right?” she asked. “I-I’m sorry, Councilor Sil, I…I had to get to higher ground and…”

“Apologize later,” Vivec said quickly. “We need to get out.”

She nodded. “I’ll take the front. I’m not as good at short-range, but I can manage!” She nodded for them to follow her, and the three made their way out to the streets.

By the time they were outside, the Nords were already retreating, with a few more being felled by arrows and spells on their way out. Vivec’s head swiveled, looking for Almalexia. He found her in the middle of the street, holding an arm out to stop their forces from following after them. She stood tall, face stony and eyes blazing as she watched the retreat. Once the Nords were out of the city walls, she turned to the crowd behind her.

“These Outlanders have no place here!” she called to the mer behind her. “They attack our city, our homeland, as nothing more than an invasive blight on Resdayn! But we have driven them back like the vermin they are!”

A cheer rose from the crowd, and Vivec found his own spirit lifting. Well! She might be well on her way to becoming as popular as…

“Nerevar.” Sil gripped Vivec’s arm. “The Nords must have known that he would be gone. They wouldn’t have struck like that otherwise. Which means…”

Vivec’s spirits quickly dropped back down to his feet. “There may be another ambush.” He whirled around. “Grandmaster!” he called up to Almalexia. “Organize the remaining mer!”

Almalexia turned back to look at him, brow furrowing, but she gave a short nod. “Hlareni! Guide the soldiers to finding survivors! I’ll take care of the fighters.”

Vivec ushered Sil to the gates, another rush of fear giving his legs strength as they ran. They had to be quick—if they dallied too long, they could be too late.

He prayed, to the Three Good Daedra and any other Divine that would listen, that they weren’t already.

#tesfic #tribunal #vivec #sotha sil #almalexia #nerevar #voryn dagoth #dagoth ur #alandro sul #fanfic #elder scrolls #morrowind

[darkk-academic]

From the Shadows

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V]

Summary : The thing about Love is— it can't stay in the shadows.

Warning : None?

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TOLD HIM!?"

Your voice rings out in the room.

You'd been sulking in your room. Lights off, headphones in as you laid on your bed listening to the heartbreak playlist you created especially for this day.

And then Lila just came barging in. Announcing, "I told him."

And now you're teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

She shrugs. "Exactly what I said. Told him that you're becoming Laurie to his Jo."

"YOU TOLD HIM!?"

She folds her arm, leaning against the closed door. "Yes. Ja. Oui. Sí. Need me to go on?"

She-She told him. Told him. Him. Five.

"You…" you start, feeling rather faint. "You told Five?"

"No, I told Reggie," she scoffs. Rolling her eyes. "Obviously, I told him."

Your eyes widen.

"WHAT THE FUCK LILA!?"

"Calm down," she says. Frowning.

You ignore her. You start to pace around your room, stepping up on the bed and crossing over, and back again. Your mind in overdrive, as you try to think of a way out of this mess.

"I don't get it," Lila states. Eyes following your movements. "I thought this would make you happy." You give her an incredulous glance. "You were too scared, so I did it for you. You couldn't have planned to keep it a secret forever."

You step down from your bed. "Lila. Lila. Lila," you say. Coming to a stop in front of her. "You aren't supposed to tell your crush that you have a crush on them!"

"What, why?" she questions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you start your thesis. "So that your crush doesn't get the chance to reject you," you start. Raising your hand to stop her once she opens her mouth.

"See, when you don't have a definite answer about whether they feel the same or not, you get to have this illusion," you explain. Hands moving animatedly as you do so. "You can think that certain gestures they make or things they say are because they feel the same. You get to have this piece of dream in reality. You're allowed to feel those heart flutters, so long as you don't know what they actually feel." You look her in the eye. "Because once that happens, the illusion shatters."

Lila blinks. Once. Twice. Before simply stating—

"That sounds unhealthy."

Your nose twitches in irritation. "YOUR CRUSH ISN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THEY'RE YOUR CRUSH!" you burst out. Hands coming onto her shoulders as you shake her a bit. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND LILA? THIS IS A RULE OF CRUSHING!"

She nods frantically.

Silence.

"Do you really love him that much?"

You chew on your lips. Trying to find the right words.

"Half the beat of my heart is longing, and the other half is him." It's the best way you can describe what you feel.

There's a silent pause. You hear crickets in the background.

It is then she drops the bomb.

"He said to tell you he wants to talk."

•••

Except he didn't.

Talk that is.

Talking involves two people. It's not talking when he simply said—

"I don't—I'm not—I think I should stay away for a while. For your sake. You know, considering."

And then he gave a jerky nod and all but ran away.

So, you see no talking.

Your gaze trails in his direction.

He is sitting near the back.

Next to Delores.

Your breath blooms in your abdomen, the edges darken with pain, one you feel all over your ribs and heart.

You turn to the front.

The breaths inflamed by pain, trudge up your esophagus leaving imprints of burn, your mouth tastes ashy in their wake. The burning nestles somewhere between your nose and eyes, the fumes reaching both.

Your eyes water. You pretend it's to quell the fire and not to add to it.

Blinking. Blinking. Blinking.

Don't cry, you request.

"I hope everyone is ready for the speaking activity."

Your teacher's voice snaps you out.

What class is it?

Oh, right Literature.

Wait— did she say speaking activity?

Fuck.

•••

It's your turn. And you've not a clue what to say.

You walk towards the front of the class. Contemplating.

You have two options, a. Stand in front of everyone like an idiot, or b. Speak about one of the books you love.

Rolling your shoulders, spine straight, you take a deep breath. "I—"

Almost like being pulled by some magnetic force, your eyes find Fives.

You're hit with a wave of confidence. It drowns you in depths of courage. And with reckless abandon, you find yourself succumbing to it.

You don't give two thoughts to what you're about to do.

Is it impulsive? Yes. Do you give a flying fuck? No.

The truth is, you're tired. So tired of being a coward. That this is something you will go through.

Leave the wound that is your heart open, and dig your fingers into it, pulling out all the love that you can before leaving it achy, raw and free for him to ransack through if he so wishes.

Might as well become utterly shameless in your confession, you conclude.

Keeping your gaze locked with his, you start, voice soft, sure and loud. You won't take a chance, he has to hear every single word.

"Somewhere, there must be a reality where you're mine. A place where there's neither you nor me, just our emotions."

Your legs shake. Heart giving a stutter. You push through with a feverish desperation. Five's looking at you.

"A place where dawn will rise from your eyes, where I'll sleep to the night of your embrace." A shaky exhale. Your vision blurs. Still, you push through because Five is looking at you.

"From your lips to mine, lay emotions unkissed," it's a confession. "The breeze says, wherever you are, so am I."

"I don't know where that place is," sobs underline your words, heard clearly by every ear. But you only care for him.

So long you have loved him from the shadows.

This is a confession in light.

"I know nothing. Nothing but I feel this truth, and the truth is that I'm in love with you."

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A/N :

Romanticising confession? Yes. But then again, confessions like these don't need to be romanticised.

Meanwhile, the teacher : 👁️👄👁️

Lmfao, Anyways, this one feels good tbh. And yes there's one more part.

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤

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[chelseahotel2004]

hihi i have more questions if u would like to answer!!! im so fascinated by this story hehe i want to know moreee. how big is sugar grove? what are some of the locals like? and how important is the telescope to the town—like, is it a major employer for the citizens?

of course!!!! im so glad you are enjoying the world of radio silence YAY YIPPPEEEE!!! sooo much info under the cut :-)

sugar grove is inspired by two real world towns in west virginia: green bank and the titular sugar grove (initially i wanted to name it after green bank, but apparently some famous dnd podcast guys beat me to the chase which is unfortunate. there are only so many locations within the united states radio quiet zone. sigh...) as such, the fictional town is the same size as its real world counterpart! i couldnt find exact numbers for irl sugar grove but green bank is about 8.48 km^2, so i'd reckon about the same. the important part is that it is quite small and surrounded by wilderness on all sides.

the locals are all very strange and for the most part lovable! think twin peaks honestly. all of them have something deeply unusual about them, with the tendency leaning towards paranoid personalities of the conspiracy theorist variety. most people who live in sugar grove moved there because of the restrictions on radio transmission meaning that they live without wifi, cellphones, microwaves, or any other modern tech. this is because some locals believe they have electromagnetic hypersensitivity which causes anything from headaches to itchy skin when interacting with technology (this is largely considered to be pseudoscientific diagnosis). a few people live there for the career opportunities with the telescope. also common are luddite artists looking for inspiration or "academics" (read: conspiracy theorists) working on papers and exposés about aliens, cryptids, atomic threats, and other unbelievable things. i'd tell you about the most recently developed npc, willow stein, but ive been babbling for too long i fear. but the townsfolk are really the heart of the story !!

for quite some time, sugar grove's main industry was actually military! it was initially developed as a secret CIA base during the cold war (about 1949) for ... well, vague and secret nuclear purposes. because the area was already a designated no radio zone, it was chosen as the location for the new largest telescope in 1961. after the cold war, the military uses ceased, though much of the old infastructure still exists. some rumours say they are still in use today, just more undercover than before... that being said, in modern day the telescope is still one of the primary employers! its recruitment and operations have been significantly dying off in recent years, but like any government instituion in a small town, it still has a sizable population employed there. every resident in town has at least one relative who works there, though this is an aging population. very niche reference here, but if you are familiar with the towns of deep river or hamilton in ontario canada, its pretty similar to that--literally everyone in deep river (super tiny town) works at the nuclear research facility and in hamilton (much bigger city) everyone worked at the steel factories about 20 years ago, but now thats shifted to stories of people's uncles or grandfathers and such. that reference is only for the ontario girls i guess LOL.

hope this answered your questions well! i love this freaky town that exists in my mind and i loveeee being inspired by irl conspiracy theories and weird towns. thank you for reading this far and as always if you have radio silence questions send me an ask please!!! (you will make my day)!!!! 📡

#🍎 #radio silence #you've got mail!

[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E40

On the Run

This episode broke me.

I am...

I....

I am a broken creature & my heart has been thoroughly stomped into the ground.

This is....this is the best episode so far....but it's achieved the status of best by absolutely tearing me apart in every way & leaving my emotions as a pile of tear soaked dust.

Okay before we get to that: I have one thing to say....

GARNET HAS MASSIVE AND PLENTIFUL BALLS. Look this post ended up being a lot more personal & emotional than this blog usually has been so I'm giving you a balls joke to balance it out. I have a feeling that there will be more emotional venting if this episode is an indicator of what the rest of the show is like: we're gonna need all the dick & ball jokes we can muster up.

First off: easily the best musical number in the show so far. Yes even better than Pearl's solo number. And I do not say that lightly. That is a tough level to beat. And they did it. Steven & Amethyst take the gold medal for best song so far. 👌

ALSO OH MY GOD THESEE SHOTS THESE COLOURS THIS DJFJFNDIFJW ITS SO FUCKING GOOD????????

WHY DID SO MANY PEOPLE ON YOUTUBE TELL ME THIS SHOW HAS BAD ANIMATION WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT ARE WE WATCHING THE SAME SHOW?????? SURE THERES BEEN SOME WONKY DRAWINGS BUT MOST OF IT HAS BEEN VISUAL GOD TIER SHIT LIKE THIS. This episode was actually quite a step up in the animation compared to the previous ones. It's like the animators stepped on the gas here. I love it.

(Hey there uh so Trigger warning for this post just in case bc I do mention the topics of self harm/self hate/passive suic*de & that kinda stuff. So if that's not your thing, I'm really sorry & I understand if you wanna just stop reading here. If this isn't a topic you like to see mentioned at all, I'll just summarize my opinion here real quick & you can click away, I'm happy you're here at all btw thanks for reading this far!! & I want you to know you're valid for feeling this way btw: Don't let anyone tell you different. Anyways tldr I love this episode & how it tackles Amethysts character & it's the best episode so far & it made me cry really really bad & I am more of an emotional mess now than I usually am.)

So getting a bit personal here: I have said many times throughout my life that 'I never asked to be born'. I still think it now.

(Side Note but oh my god the animation in this fight was fucking incredible. Holy shit. And these shots go so fucking hard they COOKED this shit to perfection.)

Ive been depressed & passively suicidal for most of my life. I honestly cannot really recall a time where I didn't feel this way. I'm just kinda used to it by now I guess.

(This shot. This frame right here. This was when I had to pause the episode to calm down from how bad I was crying.)

So to hear Amethyst say the exact same thing that I have said so many times before: That broke me. That just fucking broke me. And like it's not the first time I cried at this show so far: BUT this IS the first time the show genuinely struck an such an extremely difficult & personal chord with me, not just like being sometihng I relate to, but the chord it struck was deep & painful enough that I had to actually pause the episode because of how much I needed to process it. Like I could not pay attention with how bad it made me break. So yeah it's now score 1 for the amount of times this show has fucking utterly destroyed me. Not every show is able to get me to react like THAT. The only other show in recent memory that got that reaction out of me that I can remember at the time of typing this is well, The Owl House. To be fair I haven't watched too too many new shows but yeah. This got me crying badly enough that I had to take a moment to calm down. Wasn't expecting to have that nerve struck like that.

That just hit on a personal chord for me & just....fuck man. I know that feeling. And they nailed how it feels. Amethysts reaction was exactly how it feels for me, just outwardly anger & tears. It hurts. Obviously anger & crying is simplifying it a lot, it's a lot more than just baseline that but you get what I mean. You could tell that she was feeling that exact way. & holy shit the fact that she's been the "comedic relief" of the gems so far & yet she's had easily the most fucked up & sad backstory of the show so far. Yeah if catching me off guard & completely blindsiding me with this was the goal: Goal fucking achieved because that was like a whack to my fucking face with a frying pan.

So....like, is this gonna be a reoccuring thing? I just.....get the feeling that this is a sign that the show absolutely fucking me up emotionally may become a more frequent thing going forward. So like, if that is the case......fuck. I'm so fucked. I am going to be a fucking wreck by the end of this show. This is gonna fucking leave me a sobbing mess, isn't it? What the fuck have I gotten myself into-

I am afraid. Also I am going to need to buy more tissues.

And the scene where Pearl & Amethyst speak in the hole is some of the best writing in any CN show. Ever.

(Also to break up the depressing talk, OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PEARL IS SO FUCKING TALL THAT SHE HAS TO BEND DOWN AND SIT STANDING UP ON HER TIPPY TOES. THAT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE I LOVE HER I AM GOING TO FUCKING LOSE IT.)

This episode was absolutely perfect.

#toasty steven universe watchthrough #steven universe #su #watchalong #cartoon network #currently watching #crystal gems #su pearl #amethyst #pearl steven universe #garnet #rose quartz #rebecca sugar #cartoon #pearl #first time watch #first watch #no spoilers #mod toasty #on the run #amethyst su #amethyst steven universe #tw sui vent #tw sui implied

[axcel-lucci]

Secret...?

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, this is part 5, part 6, part 7

The next day, Lucifer woke up really early to go see (y/n) and prepare for teleportation.

"How's my sweet little starling?" Lucifer muttered as he walked up to the bed.

Law looked up at Lucifer with a hum, "you're up and early" he smirked as Lucifer nodded

"How is she...? Is she... Alright?" He asked as Law looked over

He nodded, "yeah. Her vitals are functioning as they should, nothing out of the ordinary."

"How long do you think will take her to heal? I mean it's in her heart and all that..."

"Well..." Law hummed as he thinks for a second, "I'm guessing a week, if she let herself heal, you know... Without any trouble? But it might take another week if she can't help but be confined in bed for so long... I'm already seeing her using her cute eyes to let me get her out of bed..."

"That is so her..." Lucifer chuckled, "why don't you tell your crew to get ready? You guys should be ready as teleportation isn't exactly a thing for humans."

"Oh, I teleport them a lot."

"Oh-ho? What type?"

"When I punish them, they're a little... You know... They love pranks" law chuckled making Lucifer laugh

"You know, I like you already. I don't mind you marrying my daughter... But I don't know about Dice though, he's hard to please..." Lucifer muttered, "imagine it literally took me two decades to court him. But, I'm sure he was just being cautious before agreeing on our first date."

Law smiled softly, "I see.... What do you think would impress him?"

"Let me think..." Lucifer closed his eyes before humming, "he loves (y/n) more than anything... I don't know, actually..."

...

"Are you all ready?" Lucifer muttered as Law nodded

"We are." Law said before pausing, "wait... Wouldn't it be dangerous to transport an unconscious person?"

"Don't worry... I would never harm (y/n)" Lucifer smiled as Law sighed but nodded again.

...

From Lucifer's hands, a book has been summoned.

The book had a dark blue hard cover with gold details that spells out random words, shapes, and numbers. Lots of book marks and feathers on its rather old pages, Lucifer flips through it as he nods and hands the book to Dice who took it and capsulated it into a bubble as he made it go away in a clink.

"Alright..." Lucifer breathes in and closed his eyes, chanting words that aren't even human as his voice starts to glitch and distort with every passing second.

Law looks around and sure enough, the world around them darkens, it's like he's using his "shambles" technique when he first learned how to use it on people.

The place soon brightened and they were now inside a rather big medical room, bigger than the one before, with much more heavy duty equipment only Law dreamed of seeing.

"Alright." Dice hums as he hooked (y/n) up into some of the machines.

One of which is a heart monitor that rates the heart beat as well as determining if the heart is on its "natural" beats per second.

And so far, (y/n)'s heart is beating a bit abnormally due to the stitches in her heart. Though Dice claims it's the heart adjusting and healing itself.

Then, he also hooked (y/n) up with some IV drip so that even if (y/n) sleeps for a month, she'd be perfectly healthy. Well not exactly healthy but healthy enough to not be malnourished.

"There... All done..." Dice smiled as Lucifer had to sit down to deal with the migraine that comes with teleporting a ton of people and a sub, "do you need some water, my love?" Dice smiles as he offered Lucifer a glass of water in which Lucifer smiles and takes said water and drinking it

"Thank you..." He smiled at Dice before dice leaned down to kiss Lucifer's head

"Stay here, I'll get you some warm compress." Dice smiled as Lucifer hummed with a nod, "also... You guys should wait for me in the dining room, I need to tell you guys something." He instructed law

"But where is it...?" Law mumbled as he stared at the window, only to see a winter wonderland outside.

The whole island blanketed under a thick layer of snow, big trees surrounding the whole island, and in the distance, a rather large city can be seen, as well as some factories and well sustained farms.

"Just... Hmm... Maria" Dice called a maid in, "can you please show them to the dining room? I'll be there with them, I just need to take care of Luci..."

"Yes, master..." The maid bowed and turned to Law and the crew, "please follow me."

"Don't worry, Maria will take good care of you." Dice smiled brightly.

The crew walked through the long and wide halls of the... Place?

It looked like a palace on the inside, but the level of things on the outside didn't seem like it.

The maid, named Maria, noticed their concern and confusion, "we are inside one of the Farcia group's manor, this island is also owned by them to manufacture and create various products such as liquor and wine." She explains as she stops in front of double doors, "don't worry... Other than the maids, the butlers, and the masters themselves, there's no one here to harm you. Considering the masters brought you here themselves."

Law hummed as he looked around and saw a rather big painting while Maria was speaking

"Say... What painting is that?" Law asked as soon as Maria stopped talking

"Do you wish to take a look? You could, but do be advised to never touch it, master Dice doesn't like his artworks getting dirty." Maria advised with a nod.

The crew rambled over to see the painting and lo and behold, it was a big family portrait.

Of (y/n), Dice, and Lucifer.

(Y/n) wore some sort of... Suit with a red fur cape, Lucifer wore a black suit with a trench coat on his shoulders, whilst Dice wore a simple suit as well with a furry coat over his shoulders.

All looked equally important and scary, but not as much as (y/n) looked... She was serious, not a trace of any expression... It was making law... Feel stuff he had never felt before.

Like he yearned to see this side, he was curious? Was he intrigued? His interest piqued?

Either way, Law is now more than determined to marry her... To him, she looks like a goddess...

....

Waiting for dice only took about 12 minutes since he had to give Lucifer some tablets and medication as well as a glass of water, considering Lucifer is like a big baby when extremely tired.

As soon as he walked in, all eyes were on him. Expecting him to speak as he walked over to the end of the table where a single chair sits.

The table was big and long, as if it was made specifically for a banquet.

"Alright everyone, listen here..." Dice calls, "I need to know... Are you all alright to staying here until (y/n) heals up entirely? I wish not to hold you all back in your adventures, considering you've had quite the appearance back in Sabaody."

"What appearance?" Bepo mumbled as Dice hummed

"You don't know?" He tilts his head in confusion, "every newspaper company in this world has made a great deal of article regarding the three rookie pirates, monkey D. Luffy, Eusstass Kidd, and finally, Trafalgar Law. Even the steambird has a rather exaggerated headline about it."

"Oh... That..." Law muttered, "but then... If we stay, would (y/n) be able to heal up properly without any repercussions?"

"That is a 90 percent guarantee; remember, we worked on a weak heart. Who knows what could happen. But knowing (y/n), I'm sure a few stitches in the heart is small..." Dice sighed, "and yes... Hopefully, (y/n) would listen and stay herself."

"What...?" Ikkaku mumbled, "so... (Y/n) could die?!"

"Possible... But as both her dad and doctor, I would not let her die. Though I'm sure she'd frown and curse me a few times... But she's always like that." Dice hummed softly, "though... I'm not sure if she'd be happy to know we're in the land where she grew up..."

"Why wouldn't she? She grew up here...?"

"Well... There are things meant to be left in the dark... You can ask her if you want, but... Let's just say there are times (y/n) would lie through her teeth and make it believable. I guess those are one of the many skills I taught her growing up..." Dice muttered.

"What else did you teach her?" Bepo asked innocently

"Mostly on Lucifer, since I've always been in the lab... Lucifer has always been with (y/n). I bet he knows everything about her growing up, considering they think alike and it's scary that they do." Dice shrugs

"Why would that be scary?" Ikkaku asks, tilting her head a bit

"Remember Lucifer being rumoured to have killed and destroyed a whole island all by himself and his own intuition? Yeah... I'm sure (y/n) could do so much more considering they almost think alike, but (y/n)... She doesn't hold back. She never does... If you're in a duel with her, she wouldn't honestly care if you're a friend or foe. As long as you fight against her, it's her against you." Dice sighed, "honestly... What was Luci feeding her...?"

"Just some books she found and asked me about" Lucifer smiled as he walked in, "and don't worry... I never feed her anything that isn't on a human's diet. I mean she did eat sand once... And maybe... Uhm... Drank a few poison... Drugs... Party drugs... Uhm..."

"You... WHAT?!" Dice yelled as he snapped at Lucifer, "WHY THE FUCK SOULD YOU GIVE HER FUCKING DRUGS?! A HUMAN CAN DIE FROM THOSE!!"

"Eh-... Uh..." Lucifer started sweating

"and on top of that, you let her eat sand and drink POISON?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"What? What?? Can you blame me?? I have no idea how to raise a HUMAN child!! I was raised drinking poison, eating acid for dinner, smoking blunts, and even... Fucking-- ate drugs like they were candy! How am I supposed to know that humans and demons are no different??" Lucifer said, kind of frustrated at such facts

Dice sighed, frustration clearly etching away at his consciousness; "atleast tell me you didn't teach her how to smoke a blunt..."

Lucifer hummed as he looked away, a clear sign that he did.

Dice slammed a hand on the table causing it to shake, "you let her eat sand, drink POISON, and even gave her drugs... And now you're telling me you TAUGHT HER HOW TO SMOKE A FUCKING BLUNT?!"

"So what?! I didn't know it wasn't normal for humans! I'm not even human! YOU'RE not around much yourself!" Lucifer snapped before sighing, "sorry... It's just... You know... While she's growing up, I researched on a few things... Finding out that human females are the most vulnerable to any type of attack there is... So... I tried to... You know... Make her at least susceptible to some of it... Hopefully the party drugs and poison."

"That doesn't explain you having to give her those. That could've killed her!"

"I- I know... But... What can I do? I know I won't be able to be there for her all her life. And I think her being away for almost five years already told you that. And you know how humans are, they're perceptive as they are slick. You know that yourself, don't you??" Lucifer reasoned as Dice sighed

Dice just dragged Lucifer out of the room to possibly argue with him some more.

And yet they did, arguing just right outside the door.

The crew can hear, of course both were reasonable... But both were also wrong...

Dice was almost never around so Lucifer had to do something he didn't know could kill humans, Lucifer didn't call Dice for help or even ask when he IS around...

Both arguments were reasonable and understandable but... Both were also wrong.

"Do you think... They'll ever make up...?" Bepo asked, "do you think (y/n) would be happy if they didn't?"

"What are you saying, Bepo?? I'm... I'm sure they'll make up." Klione muttered, "and I think (y/n) wouldn't be quite happy either, they both sound good parents... But also pretty messed up"

"They're gang leaders, one is a demon from hell and the other is a mad scientist... And they have a child." Law mutters, "but... I feel like (y/n) still loves her parents... I'm sure of it"

"Captain..."

"I know (y/n) will always love those around her... Even if they hurt her..." Law frowns.

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@jadedrrose it's kinda short(?) Cause I'm posting this at exactly 5 am ahhahah haven't slept yet

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgardwaterlaw #law smut #law x reader smut #law x you #one piece law

[himbos-hotline]

do you have a favorite thing you’ve written, and if yes why? -🐦‍⬛

I have a few things that I consider my "favourite" things ive written. Like theres fics that have a special place in my heart for reasons and theres some that I just think are fucking well written in a great way in a writing style that is just me, and thats pretty fucking great like not to brag or anything but all my years of writing I think right this moment is the best ive ever written. I love the art that im sending and showing to yall guys!

NGL theres a lot cuz im getting better at like, being proud of myself nowadays

We made our peace with weariness and let it be. I wrote this on a train going to see Bonnie and Clyde in the theatre. I like how I write kenny here- how I focus on the more unsure, shy almost unwilling participant in everything his body and brain says.

An open hand [for your other man] Again a fic that means a lot to me personally for just how its written. Again I focused on more on the fact that Kenny Omega will do anything for the people that he loves, even if that comes at the expense of said people he loves and himself.

I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] The first of what I think is three fics starring my OC Jay. The most recent fic ive written. It focuses a lot on Jay and Cole relatioonship and the terrifying idea of being known and Cole learning to forgive himself fopr his sins back in NXT. Both Jay and Cole learn that betrayal doesnt always mean the end of everything.

The ghost story would be over Another Jay fic that focuses more on his friendship/brotherhood with the BCC and eventually how she joins the Elite. I dont know why this means a special place in my heart and I swear I know where this fic is going despite my utter lack of updates with it

I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] Yknow how I constantly talk about Kenny being too scared to love and therefore having to constantly leave Hangman and Hangman constantly expecting to wake up alone. Yeah, thats this entire fic and I know it was meant to be like, a happy fluffy fic but its one of personally, the saddest fics Ive written because at least while writing it, you feel hangmans utter sense of lost and longing consume him by the end.

To you I'm just a man [to me you're all I am] My first ever aew fic. Written when I couldnt tell the Bucks apart and i was producing content daily. It means a lot to me because i think that ive gotten better as a writer but theres some scenes that I think are ngl movie quality; like the flashback would be all sad and hazy and I think the fic feels the same as listening to piano man by billy joell

Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] Adam Cole gets murdered the fic. I think this is the fic that has the most fanart potential of mine. Like theres some great imagery that would like, explode so much fanart or other content.

Getting you off is my new favourite hobby The last of the Jay fics on this list, and my first time writing smut. Theres something about this fic that feels so deeply emotional and soft despite being about sex in hangers kitchen. I think its the underlying acceptance adam shows to jay and the utter love that he has for zem before and during and after sex.

Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine 4 thousand words of hangman being so deeply in love with kenny omega it hurts him. Kenny is deep in his cleaner persona [or in my world, cleaner is fronting and kenny is trapped, watching him ruin everyone kenny loves] and this fic, reading it again makes me wanna throw kenny omega into a wall and just let hangman beat the fuck outta him and then fu- *gets shot by TK*

#mouse has pals #blackbird anon #mouses writing adventure #fic rec

[salvatoreren]

Vol2 Thoughts

Alright everybody welcome back and ill try to make this as clean and constructed as possible anyways

i suppose chapter eight was the calm before the storm despite many people have died already

max having her halloween mask tho lmao what was she going to do with it and those poor people who got their van stolen,

the way i screamed when nancy saw jason, and erica just seeing the rest, im so glad eddie and the others stayed in the van, like please, dude my jaw dropped when i saw some dude kissing vickie, like poor robin, she deserves better

the way all of them had their moments while on the grass making weapons, i love that, i feel erica about lucas lol, robin and steve just comforting each other and being the best and that dustin and eddie scene, i love when they were scuffling, god they're so wholesome, YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM, THE NEVER CHANGE UGHHH PLEASE IT HITS DIFF NOW

i cried when will was crying, he's been through so much and ik i have set my negative views regarding ships but like i said byler and mileven was cool okay? anyways im sure what he said to mike was his true feelings

ik it's just me but i wish brenner and el had more closure like a max and billy moment but i think like i said a month ago with hopper saying the need to surpass fathers and grow, it made sense actually because in order for el to grow she needs to defy and surpass him

ALSO WILL AND EL HUGGING

now

CHAPTER NINE REALLY WAS SO HEARTSTOPPING, I HAD A HEADACHE WATCHING IT, MY HANDS WERE SO COLD AND MY STOMACH WAS TWISTING AND SHIT, I WAS SO FUCKING SCARED BUT ANYWAYS

THAT BIT WHERE THEY TRY TO FORCE MIKE IN EATING PIZZA WITH PINEAPPLE, THAT WAS SO CUTE

THE LUMAX SCENES! THE HOW PRESUMPTUOUS OF YOU COMING BACK, I LOVE THEM THEY'RE SO CUTE UGHHH

THAT "CHRISSY THIS IS FOR YOU" HAD ME BAWLING AND SCREAMING, UGH I LOVE HIM, THOSE PEEPS WERE RIGHT ABOUT EDDIE PLAYING MASTER OF PUPPETS, HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT, UGH PLS

IM SORRY BUT I LAUGHED SO HARD WHEN DUSTIN AND EDDIE KEPT STABBING THE BATS LOL

THE WAY MY HEART BROKE WHEN EDDIE CUT OFF THE SHEET, DUSTIN SCREAMING, I HATE THIS

MY POOR BOY DUSTIN GETTING HIS LEG HURT

AND PROPS TO MURRAY, I LOVE HIM HE WAS CRAZY SHOOTING THAT FLAMETHROWER, MVP

THE SINCLAIRS BEATING THOSE TWO DOUCHES LMAO WHY WERE THEY ONLY TWO THO, ERICA KICKING HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS AND HITTING HIM WITH A FLASHLIGHT QUEEN! ALSO LUCAS SAYING NORMAL IS A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH, YES HE RESIST CONFORMING

MIKE PULLED AN EREN ON ELEVEN UGH IN ASTONISHMENT BUT ALSO UGH IN DISGUST SINCE THEY REMIND ME OF MY NOTP, AND SAYING HOW HE LOVES HER, MILEVEN MAKES ME SOFT GOD

THE WAY THE MUSIC SET AND SHOWED EACH BATTLE JUISFAHKJSAF, I LOVE NANCY SHOOTING AT VECNA UGH, SHE WAS SO BADASS

I CRIED SO MUCH WHEN MAX SAID SHE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE AND ALSO BACK WHEN SHE WAS IN THE SNOWBALL PART, HER CRIES WERE SO GENUINE, SADIE SINK DOING SUCH A GREAT JOB AGAIN

and now my thoughts on our beloved boy eddie's death

yeah i screamed and cried as twice as much, esp when dustin was holding him, like bro what, he can't die, i was saying it with dustin that he can't die and after that the disappointment, the unfairness set in, like steve got bit by a bat too but he lived, dont even get me started on max, IT'S SO UNFAIR, he had his MOMENT, IT WAS HIS YEAR, im just ugh really disappointed by his death, pretty numb about it, who knew one death could bring such a huge feeling of disappointment like the posts ive seen where brutal and really mad but i suppose they had the right since eddie had potential, him dying was unfair, it was just for shock value and it didn't really advance the plot unless they're using that for season five

the disappointment is really real, im really sad and beyond pained that it had to go that way, they're right eddie could've been kept around just like max and robin, we prayed for steve and robin too much, forgetting who we really should've prayed for but yeah im glad those two are alive, i feel really bad for his uncle though, his nephew missing, having his poster constantly vandalized then only told that he was dead ughh it's so unfair, i am in pain and i miss him already, i loved him like a child, he was amazing and fuckkk

RIP baby boy we will miss you

also i remember someone saying that if hopper and el reunite again and hopper says hey kid, they were going to lose it, i wonder how they're doing rn lmao

honestly im so happy that mike and hopper hugged, their relationship in season two was great but then forgotten and soiled at season three so yey

THAT ENDING THO WITH THE MUSIC AND SHIT, GOD I LOVE THAT

to be honest i really wish it ended with season four, idk this season felt like the end and for it to be succeeded feels wrong but all in all it was actually a great season finale, just eddie's death really did sour everyone's enjoyment, despite how i feel ill stick around because i love this show and am too attached to it, it's basically my comfort show

i have more to say regarding my favorite parts but i kinda forgot about them sorry, i watched the two in separate days

#eddie munson #jane hopper #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #jonathan byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #argyle #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #murray bauman #dmitri antonov #yuri ismaylov #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #st4 #st4 spoilers