#BOILING ROCK PART 2 ANYONE

[faretheeoscar]

NEEDY MIGUEL pt 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, sex toys, brief mentions of sex, a form of voyerism (?), oral sex, Peter B. mini cameo that could lead to something else in the future

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 (final soon)

Needy Miguel who was siting down on his desk having a bad morning after not sleeping enough last night, having to conduct meetings all morning leaving him in a very cranky mood.

Needy Miguel that shifted uncomfortable on his seat thinking about how today was another day when he was a coward and instead of trying to get closer to you, he sent you away on a 3 day mission

Needy Miguel that searching for one of his tools on his desk to occupy his mind in something else that wasn’t frustrating him more, notices a small gift on one of his drawers and inspects it, his face turning 5 shades redder as he opens the box and quickly tosses it back

Needy Miguel that is fuming in anger thinking about who could’ve pranked him that way, stuffing a sex toy on his desk? That was a very untaste full joke that made his blood boil.

Needy Miguel that overthinks and calls out for Lyla, she says to him that only one hand full of people had come to his office, she includes your name on that list and he quickly dismisses her, for him to be alone with his thoughts feeling a pressure tightening on his chest and his mind clouding.

Needy Miguel that stares at the toy and can’t stop thinking about the subtle looks you gave him that morning on the meeting, could it really be you that left him that in there? No, that was ridiculous, it was probably one of Parker’s jokes, he’d always be nagging him about not getting any action, and that he needed to blow off his frustrations some way, hinting to the two of them maybe… well thinking about that let’s not go that way, that’s a total different story for another day

Needy Miguel that reaches out for the toy and takes it out of the box, to inspect it, the toy looking so small against his big palms, he introduces one finger and his eyes immediately roll to the back of his head at the feeling of it.

Needy Miguel that quickly made disappear the crotch part of his suit as his hard rock cock spring out already leaking precum that will do as lube for now

Needy Miguel that slowly takes the toy and push his cock inside it groaning loudly at the sensation not even caring if anyone could hear him outside his office

Needy Miguel that made a mess of himself in less than 3 minutes just by the sensation of something different than his hand, and how the semitransparent small thing looked rolling against his thickness as it squeezed him hard cause it could barely fit around him

Needy Miguel that kept jerking himself with the toy even if he was sensitive and his thighs twitched by the overstimulation of it, cause for him one orgasm simply wasn’t enough

Needy Miguel that got the urge of having a visual aid and while still moving the toy up and down his length reached out for the footage of you before you left for the three day mission he sent you and zoomed in on his screen

Needy Miguel that whined desperately as he watched how your eyes were focusing on him the whole time he conducted the meeting, hips buckling up and thinking about how he’ll keep your eyes focused on him not letting you close them even if he rolled his girth so deep inside you that he would reach your cervix and make you both moan in need

Needy Miguel that let out short gaps of breath as he focused on stimulating his tip with the wrinkly parts of the toy as he saw your pretty face pouting when he said he was sending you away with other members that weren’t him.

Needy Miguel that started to think about how your lips would look around his cock, how they would stretch out due his thickness.

Needy Miguel that indulged better in that fantasy, imagining,the lingering stickiness of his previous load inside the toy, acting as if it was your saliva, how your tongue would lap over his tip to then take him fully.

Needy Miguel that started murmuring to himself praises he’d give to you as he saw you biting your lip on his screen while you payed attention to him on the meeting this morning.

“look at you princesa, taking me— so well”

Watching his cock disappear on the small hole of the toy picturing your stretching lips and how would you hallow your cheeks so suck him better

Needy Miguel that imagined how he’d take your head and bob it up and down his liking making you gag and plead silently for a breathing

“que bonita te ves, sucking my cock at work—-“

Needy Miguel that fastened his pace hips fully fucking the toy at the thought of how your warm throat would feel around him, when he’d fuck your mouth making tears roll down your cheeks, imagining how you’d drool for him.

“Coño cariño , keep on going, just like that”

Needy Miguel that kept on fantasising over you as he rolled his hips up sensually keeping himself on edge as his calls of your name resonated all over his office.

Needy Miguel that gasped for air as he felt his balls tightening making his eyes roll to the back of his head trying to suppress a moan biting his bottom lip and making a small cut to it with his fangs

Needy Miguel that looked down at his twitching member and how it spurt out ropes of cum all over his desk, as he stimulated it for a few more seconds before stopping

Needy Miguel who’s chest was lifting up and down uncontrollably and he let out a pathetic whine when he finally took his cock out of the pocket pussy to shove it back to the drawer.

Needy Miguel that started to feel the embarrassment of his actions and felt his anxiety creeping back up at him, but before he could close his eyes and lean back on his desk chair; saw a little white piece of paper shining on the back of the drawer

Needy Miguel who got confused when he saw a little note on the back of his desk drawer and his face turn white when he read that it was from you and quickly, went through his history of calls on his gizmo, noticing that as your note stated he had in fact called you in his alone time yesterday…

Needy Miguel that reached back down his crotch to feel his once again hardening cock to start to tug it again even though it hurt at this point by how hard he have been jerking off, reading the note over and over again, picturing your mischievous smile while you wrote it:

I enjoyed your call from last night…. I hope my little gift serves you better than your hand, that only until I get back to see you again ;)

Oh, you were a little brat…and he will show you the consequences of your little prank, but for now he’d probably just kept his office locked and forget about work for today due to his new entertainment source and your tease that will keep him hot and bothered.

Shock you’re gonna be the death of him

AN: Guys I gotta thank you for he overwhelming response to the first part of this thing!

It was supposed to be a one time dump of horny thoughts but I’m so grateful for y’all and hope you enjoyed this second one too!

Thanks again for the new 100 of y’all and over 1k numbers on the first part! 🫶🏼

PS: can’t stop imagining Miguel jerking off all day, god… so pathetic and hot 🥵

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

For our Rewind 2023, our dear followers were also able to submit Follower Recs of their favourite stories published in 2023 for you to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who shared their recs and make sure to give the authors some love!

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Lovely fic, the worldbuilding really got me hook, it is background but absolutely fascinating. -Anon

The Lines of your Soul

by athena_crikey

M, 24k, Wangxian & Nielan

Summary: At this point he just wants to get Lan Zhan horizontal so he can sleep off the drugs that are making him make little confused snuffling noises and ask questions like “How soft is purple?” and “Where did the moon go?” and “Why does Wei Ying smile all the time?” Lan Zhan under the influence is cute, and it makes Wei Wuxian genuinely angry because he cannot appreciate it. This is not something Lan Zhan chose, this is not even an accident, this is an intentional violation and none of the sounds or questions or wide-eyed glances Lan Zhan is giving him are his choice.

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Not an easy read, there is a lot of hurt there, but how lwj and wwx behaved in such an awful situation really got to me. -Anon

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins

by AvoOwO

M, 24k, Wangxian

Summary: There is an indescribable rage boiling within Lan Wangji's chest. Lan Wangji has often heard stories of unsuspecting travelers being taken from their camp within the night, held against their wills only to be somehow found weeks later, dead and in the most horrid of states. Stories are hard enough to read about. It is worse, he thinks, when it is Wei Ying he is here with, gagged and bound in the same way. They walk, and walk, and walk, and they do not stop.

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Lwj and wwx are just. such disasters. and I loved their jobs, especially lwj. it was a very enjoyable read. -Anon

To See You (Again)

by FrameofMind (@frameofmind6), Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle)

E, 84k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: A new job brings Wei Ying to London, and back into Lan Zhan's life. Many things have changed since their time in boarding school (Lan Zhan is out of the closet, arranges charcuterie boards, stocks a fine bar…), but their friendship slots right back into place like no time has passed. Wei Ying is a little perplexed by the fact that Lan Zhan apparently doesn't have any interest in dating anyone despite being an obvious catch—but hey, at least that means he doesn't have to fight anyone for Lan Zhan's time and attention. And besides, it's not like Wei Ying is in any big rush to find himself a girlfriend either. It’s all working out great!

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This story is a ton of fun and such a different and interesting concept. @danegen

Pairfire

by PaidSubscription

E, 65k, Wangxian

Part of Bottomji Big Bang 2023

Summary: Welcome, young cultivators, to the most important event of your lives: your Coming of Age Symposium. At dawn tomorrow, you will be assigned to your pairmate. You will then complete the following courses together. Week 1: Love Languages (core course) Week 2: Conflict Resolution (core course) Week 3: Guided Gender Selection (core course, ongoing) Week 4: Caring for Your Pairmate in Distress (elective) Week 5: Heat Week (elective) On your final day you will choose which permanent A/B/O gender is right for you. We will provide guidance as you try each of them in the coming weeks. Good luck. OR: WangXian are unexpectedly paired for a relationship course. Shenanigans, pining, gender feels and horniness ensues. With art by Beanie.

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This series was so much fun, especially watching Lan Wangji's lust for Wei Wuxian from Su She's POV. And I'm grateful the author included a second part so we can see all the bits we missed and how wangxian got together. Also lwj's competency kink for wwx's brilliance was gold. @gentil-minou

💙 The epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, WIP, Series, 57k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary part one: The (bitter) third party pov of the epic college romance between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, as told from the pettiest NPC to ever exist. - - - - - A new student transferred into the university in their second year, and Su She was gleeful to see how much Lan Zhan was irritated by him from the very first day that the student (Wei something) showed up late for class with a ratty hoodie pulled up over his head and proceeded to sleep through lecture. Finally, someone else would be the butt of everyone’s jokes as they watched Wei Ying constantly try and fail to get Lan Zhan’s attention. When midterm grades came out, Su She was expecting the guy to be humiliated. That was… not what happened. Worse still, Lan Zhan was now actually turning his head to look at the guy when he spoke. And... wait, was Lan Zhan… putting his hand on the guy’s ass?! No. Su She does not accept this.

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I love historical aus and Greaser!WWX with GoldenBoy!LWJ is one we know well, butI love this fic for all the heart it has and the way it covers setting-typical homophobia. Wangxian get a happy ending and then the epilogue at the end really just made me feel all kinds of feelings about being queer. @gentil-minou

Mad about the Boy

by TriviasFolly (@triviasfolly)

M, 62k, Wangxian

Summary: It's 1954, and Lan Zhan's life would be going well if it wasn't for the charming Wei Ying. Did he say charming? He meant annyoing. If it wasn't for that smile Lan Zhan could accept the future planned for him, the job as Cheif Surgeon who returned home to a demure wife who'd cook him dinner and asking him about his day. Instead, he finds himself dreaming about something more. So when Wei Ying offers him a deal, one that would get him out of Lan Zhan's life he took it. When the evening goes wrong, Lan Zhan expects his life to be over. Instead, he finds it's just the start of a new chapter.

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The way this author made the story of the Scarlet Pumpenel fit in mdzs is, in my opinion, masterful. The arranged marriage is built on devastating misunderstanding after devastating misunderstanding, but the identity shenanigans are so fun! Other highlights include Jiang sect love and wangxian adopting not only A-Yuan but MXY as well. So much fun and an epic adventure! @gentil-minou

The Scarlet Lotus

by rainbowninja167 (@rainbowtitania)

M, 137k, Wangxian

Summary: In the years following the Sunshot Campaign, the mysterious, masked cultivator who’d defeated Wen Ruohan took on many identities: the Yiling Patriarch, leader of the Wen rebels, enemy of the Jin Sect, practitioner of wicked tricks. His true name was shrouded in mystery. He always wore a mask. He carried no sword; wore no clan colors or insignia. Clouds of resentful energy clung to him as he walked. But there was one thing that absolutely everyone agreed on: the Yiling Patriarch could not possibly be from the Jiang Sect. Or: a Scarlet Pimpernel-inspired fix-it featuring Wei Wuxian in disguise, Lan Wangji determined to bring the nefarious Yiling Patriarch to justice, and the hijinks that ensue when you accidentally marry your greatest enemy/love of your life.

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Another fun and sexy fic built on misunderstandings but I love the tone of this one! There's a lot of heart in this fic along with some real world issues along with just lots of wwx love, which makes this fic something i reread again and again! @gentil-minou

With No Particular Affection

by Chrononautical (@chrononautintraining)

E, 92k, Wangxian

Summary: A prominent physicist and professor, Wei Ying has built a life for himself in Chicago. He's safe, he's happy, and he has plans for his future. Unfortunately, those plans are derailed the moment he finds out his brother is in trouble. To save the family business, it will have to be Wei Ying's life on the line. He has to marry his old high school crush, Lan Zhan.

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wangxian exploring their sexuality while getting to act their age in cloud recesses is such a wonderful premise, and I love the way this fic lets them not being good at it. Also the little excerpts from the book throughout were such fun and always made me giggle! @gentil-minou

Fentao-laoshi's Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures

by occultings (microcomets) (@microcomets)

E, 31k, Wangxian

Part of the good place server exchange 2023

Summary: Lan Wangji says, “I am also looking to . . . gain practical experience. It seemed mutually advantageous.” “Mutually advantageous,” Wei Wuxian echoes. “Wait. Do you mean I’d get to . . . ?” Lan Wangji stares at him. “Practice — on you?” Wei Wuxian finishes, his eyes round with disbelief. — During a shared summer studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian diligently pursue an informed sexual education. What could possibly be the harm in some mutual learning?

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the most heartbreaking, angsty, canon setting arranged marriage au i've read so far, in the best way. We get to see things from LWJ's pov and while his actions make sense, it's still so devastating as we watch WWX be affected by it all. The happy ending makes the hurt all the better too! @gentil-minou

💙 Concord

by Deastar (@youhideastar)

T, 41k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Lan Wangji hopes, somewhat frivolously, that his betrothed might find him an acceptable companion. Neither he nor Wei Wuxian are able to bear children, so there will be no need to share a marital bed; that should make it easier for the two of them to reach a natural, comfortable equilibrium. Two strings played in harmony: this is Lan Wangji’s quiet hope, as he arranges the Jingshi to accommodate a second inhabitant. Perhaps, he thinks, they might even become friends.

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MothXian and WitchJi!!!!! The art for this au is always so lovely, and this fic fits it perfectly! The author has this gorgeous, dreamy prose that really enhances the setting and the sweetness of wangxian in this is so beautiful. @gentil-minou

light a lantern (and guide me home)

by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (@xuanxuanwo)

T, 63k, Wangxian

Summary: At first, he thinks he’s caught a bird; it’s the size of one of his palms and wrapped fully in damp feathers. As he shuffles toward the beam of light that streams through the open window, he wonders how it managed to fly into his lantern, shut the door, and latch it against the wild gales of the wind. Then, he takes a closer look, thumbing across its feathers, and realizes that they’re not feathers at all. They’re leaves. Startled, Lan Zhan shifts as gently as possible and, using the tip of his finger, parts them to reveal a body, complete with tiny limbs and a small face, all of it wrapped in the dress made from peony petals. “Oh,” Lan Zhan breathes softly, heart clenching. “Oh, what are you?” -- A thunderstorm brings tea master and herbalist Lan Zhan a companion he never knew he needed. A tale of love, loss, and letting go.

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Rockstar!WWX and Bookseller!LWJ and they are just the cutest. Notting Hill is a classic romcom and this fic fits the romcom vibe perfectly. @gentil-minou

When the Lights Come Up

by brooklinegirl

E, 50k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan's brother draws to a halt next to him, staring at the man on the other side of the counter. "Oh, it is you, isn't it?" The man, still propped against the counter on his elbow, gives Lan Huan a grin, then directs it at Lan Zhan again. "I don't know," he says. "Is it? Am I?" "You are." Lan Huan is hurrying around to the other side of the counter, a wide smile on his face, while Lan Zhan looks on, feeling more and more perplexed, like he's stepped into some alternate universe where absolutely nobody is making any sense at all. "Wei Wuxian! Lan Zhan, do you know who this is? It's Wei Wuxian!" Lan Huan is reaching for the man's hand, and he pushes himself lazily to standing, shaking Lan Huan's hand warmly. "In the flesh," he says. "You caught me." "My goodness." Lan Huan is staring at him like he's never seen a human being before in his life. "What on earth are you doing here, of all places?

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magical wangxian who adopt mo xuanyu in a setting that's written so vividly, the whole place comes alive! it's part of a larger series but it can be read alone, but most importantly the characters are so patient and kind with such great moments between them all @gentil-minou

quiet, blooming hours

by Sanguis (@bel-ennui)

T, 13k, Wangxian

Summary: Fingers push through the earth, and a long lost boy takes the first gasping breath of his second life. The house of buried things has a new surprise for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ miguel o'hara x spidey!fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: oops, all berries (i.e. angst) no smut but minors/ageless blogs go away. depictions of traumatic events. insinuations of anxiety and ptsd. WORD COUNT: 1.4K PSD CREDIT!!! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ love note from the author: this is PART 2 to PURGATORY but you can read this by itself ig... i'm not your mom ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Okay, let’s actually try to get through this, shall we?

My name is – Actually, not important. 

I was bitten by a radioactive spider… But something tells me you already knew that. Wait, how many of these have you sat through? Holy shit– that many?!

But can any of those guys say they’ve been through space and time, universe after universe, only to get stranded in a total vacuum void? 

You try to bang your head in exasperation but with nothing to cushion you, you end up pulling enough full-body revolutions to make an Olympic acrobat jealous.

Cut to a stretch of groaning that follows you around like a white flag.

Because it sure as hell feels like it’s high time to give up. He always did say you never knew when to quit. You didn’t see it as a bad thing then but now… With a little zero-gravity perspective… 

No, no, no– the last thing you want is to give him the satisfaction of being right.

This phase comes and goes. You call it the I-can’t-not-hate-you-you-sent-me-here-in-the-first-place stage. 

Grief is fluid, okay?

You despise it all the same. Because when you’re like this, all you can think about is him. Him and the last time you looked into those jaded crimson eyes. 

There’s the silver lining you were looking for when it comes to your multiverse communicator finally giving out.

At least you never have to see how heartbroken he looked ever again, perfectly recreated pixel-by-fucking-pixel.

Now if only your actual memory would degrade the same way.

Because you still see it when you close your eyes, you see it all. The strike of terror flashing like lightning in the reflection of his dilated pupils, having come as a harbinger of a terrible, terrible, irreversible decision. The taut coiling of the fists he keeps at his sides, his claws coming in– not because he can’t help it but because he feels he deserves it. 

“Miguel !!!! What the fuck?! How could you do this to me!?” You wail, lungs rotted with rage as you punch haplessly against the cocoon swiftly crystalizing around you. Panicked and like a caged animal, your eyes frantically scour the ceiling for an escape but you can only see your wild desperation repeated back to you in the many rubied eyes of the Going-Home-Machine.

I knew that was a stupid fucking name for you.

You never thought you would be on the other end of this wretched thing, be the little fly caught in its web and when you look at Miguel, eyes wrought with a pain too much for even Spider-Woman to bear, you look pitiful like prey too. Your chest spasms with a choked, “I…” Your fists, weak with emotion, unfurl and give way to open palms. Your breath ragged, when you pick your head back up at Miguel you let him have it.

“I loved you.” You say it with canines bared with poisoned malice, rage finally boiling over into heated rivets of tears down your cheeks. 

And Miguel, he’s never looked more destroyed. 

You swallow a sob, gulping so hard it rocks your chest. Your bottom lip warbles. You’re not good at this tough guy routine.

You never were.

“You can’t let it get to you.” Miguel’s voice, direct and to the point, precedes him in echoes as he makes his way to the high corner you’ve wedged yourself in.

Angling your body away from him, you avoid your superior’s gaze. Superior, because right now he’s not your boyfriend. He’s your commander. 

“You’re terrible at comforting, has anyone ever told you that?” You call back, deadpan tone as good a deterrent as any. You sniffle, your throat clenching when you try to stuff the remainder of your cries down. When you finally wad up all your feelings for later, you turn back to face him with a mock look of happiness on your mask. “Who said I’m letting it get to me? I’m not letting it get to me. Sounds like you’re projecting.”

And because he’s your boss right now, not your lover, he sighs in frustration. “Mierda... I’m trying to help you.” He says with two fingers pinching the skin between his knitted brows after his headgear dematerializes. “You’re going to get burnt out at this rate. You know we can’t save them all. We’ve been through this.” 

Your body coils into itself, trying to self soothe but it’s not working. Miguel’s voice starts to fade into the background, the cacophony of architecture collapsing and screaming, my god the screaming, overtaking your everything just then. 

“You need to get past this–”

“Fucking hell, Miguel– Could you stop acting like my boss for one fucking minute and just be my boyfriend?!” There’s no denying how savagely ragged the last mission made you now that you’ve ripped your mask off. Your eyes are red and puffy, swollen from the tears you thought were safe to shed. Your lips are littered with little slivers of cuts from biting down too hard when you first tried to keep the devastation from bubbling up to the surface. 

His body stills, as does yours.

You’d never seen Miguel cry. Not until that day.

It wasn’t bawling. It wasn’t even whimpering. It was a single drop that ran down one cheek, you saw it for a fleeting second before he rushed over to hug you, his hulking body cradling yours in what you thought was love.

But you’ve realized since then that it wasn’t out of love. It was out of grief. Grief because he had to let you go. You weren’t strong enough for this.

And he wasn’t strong enough to watch you go through it again.

Or so he thought. But no, true agony was watching you now, jailed in a prison of his making. 

True agony would be spending a lifetime away from you.

“Stop the machine!” Miguel’s order rasps in his throat, a prominent vein down its column bulging and only worsening when Margo doesn’t move as fast as he would like. Frustrated and scared, Miguel rushes to the maze of computer mainframes, his hands a blur as he hopes just one, any one will abort a process already…

94% of the way in.

“Miguel!” Margo’s voice finally comes into focus, “Miguel, you have to stop– the machine–”

“You can either help me or get out of the way.” 

Margo stops but that isn’t good enough either.

Big hands, far too roughly, grab at her shoulders and toss her aside in a frenzy. He can fix this. He can. 

“Miguel!” 

Even the whites in his eyes are splotched red when he turns back to you but finds you weren’t even looking at him.

Your face to face with a machine on the fritz, the massive technological arachnid drawing too many strands from too many places, mixing timelines to override another– corrupting the chrysalis it had nearly finished making.

“I can fix this, Miguel but you have to– Miguel, stop!” Margo’s screams are devastating, shrill and choked as she tries to remedy the situation but her fingers go limp. Limp because she knows. 

There’s no fixing this.

The spider’s arms start jerking sporadically, its long limbs with metal claws ripping the timelines it just crossed. The connected strands start to glitch, the bot’s failsafe commands trying to pull through but it can’t fix what it can’t stop.

You watch in horror, too scared to move much less breathe, as the glowing lines stretch and tear, their dimensions ultimately being warped by…

A black hole.

“Miguel, wait–”

Your hand instinctively reaches out, memories of all the times he’s caught you just like this flashing in your mind like a flipbook animation. Only, he can’t save you this time. 

No one can.

Thaaaaattt’s enough emo for one day, I think.

You tuck your knees in, slowly folding into yourself as your spin cycle finally comes to an end. Your chest is wound up tight, your heart drumming so loud you feel it in your eardrums. You just want this to end.

A sob creeps up the column of your throat, your eyes already seared red with the tears you refuse to cry. In a rush of emotions, far too many for you to isolate, you rip off the communicator band around your wrist and send it flying to nowhere.

At least, that’s what should have happened.

Instead, your accessory’s open-ended trajectory, well–

Meets an end.

A black hole appears from what looks like a ripped stitch, its growth unstable and its edges weathered. You have to investigate, it’s the first anomaly you’ve seen in this vapid world and possibly your only way back home.

Home. 

You imagine Miguel.

So you dive, not knowing where this will take you but…

The bad thing’s already happened. How much worse can it get?

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x you #miguel o'hara #astv x reader #astv miguel #astv fanfic #miguel angst #miguel o'hara angst #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for miguel. ꒱

[torialefay]

🥀 Mars in Sagittarius 🌒

bangchan as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 3, fighting)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); angst, angst, angst;

(p.s. if you're here for the angst and not the astrology, scroll down to the star divider to start the story <3)

✨word count: ~ 6.1 k (i got carried away)

✨3rd part in a series!!! together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be!

✨i will give a synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship

✨ author’s notes:

(1) i am doing brief (just bullet points/highlights) astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.

(2) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

(3) tysm to @stayceebs97 for the ideas <3 you rock!

✨warnings: this part of the series is NOT sunshine and rainbows. it explores chan’s aggressive tendencies, which can be uncomfortable for some readers. also features a lot of cursing!

✨tl/dr: in fights, chan can be logical and wants to weigh all options. a lot of times, this does more hurt than good because it takes him a LONG time to bring up/respond to confrontation. he also has the tendency to project, which deeply affects him because he doesn’t want to admit that he is flighty (but he is low key high key). when things finally reach a boiling point, he tends to explode.

Mars in Sagittarius:

-Mars is the planet that is involved in aggression, plans of action, and how people approach confrontation.

-Sagittarius is a fire sign, meaning that they can have fiery streak when provoked. However, the sign is the mutable one out of the fire signs, which means that this isn’t always expressed, but really does come out when the same fiery reaction is brought out in another. This also means that in difficult situations, he CAN defer to the partner if they have really strong feelings about something, but if a conclusion cannot be met, he is comfortable in leading the conversation.

-Sagittarius is also the sign of action and adventure. They are known for not wanting to settle down. In aggression, this can translate into the tendency to be flighty- to take off when things get uncomfortable. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they will leave forever, but they definitely need their space if they want to calm their hot-tempered nature.

-Sagittarius is also heavily influenced by justice and fairness. They value honesty and being real. They typically do not respond well to poor treatment, or when they see poor treatment of others. They strongly fight against situations in which people are being advantage of or being taken for granted.

Other aspects in the natal chart to consider: 1st House in Gemini, 7th House in Sagittarius, 6th house in Libra

1st house in Gemini:

-The first house, also known as the Ascendant or the Rising sign, is all about how others perceive you. Often, it represents people’s first impression of you, as it is how you respond to unfamiliarity and can be a mask of how you present yourself in these situations. It is not necessarily your personality (this would be the Sun sign, of which Chan’s is in Libra), but it is a more superficial level that is very reactionary.

-Gemini is a mutable air sign that is represented by “the twins.” This analogy is used to represent the duality of a person, and how they can seemingly show different sides of themselves to different people. Geminis usually get a lot of flack for being considered “fake.” However, much like Libras, Gemini just want to be accepted and well-liked in society, so they will placate to what others want. However, unlike Libra, this can sometimes come across as disingenuous to people that do not really know the person. In a more positive light, they are seen to be very open-minded and curious people.

7th house in Sagittarius:

-The 7th house can be thought of as the opposite of the 1st house. It is about how YOU see OTHERS. The lens through which you initially respond to other people and assess them. This is also a more superficial response, but is a more reactionary one, again when in a new or uncomfortable setting.

-As discussed previously, Sagittarius is known for being a fun, open, and adventurous sign. They strongly value their freedom and independence. These people tend to get along well with others and are very sociable.

-A person with a 7th house in Sagittarius sees others in a very positive light. They usually see other people as new friends to be made and new experiences to have. However, people with this sign also see others as people who are flighty and sometimes unreliable due to their want for freedom. They can falsely believe that someone is going to “leave them” when the going gets tough, or that they cannot always trust that person to be there for them- even if that is not the reality of the situation.

6th house in Libra:

-The 6th house is the area of reconciliation. It is involved in how you respond to conflict and what aspects of life are needed to be settled in order for you to “forgive and forget.” This also represents the way in which a person approaches fixing the aftermath of an argument, if choosing to do so.

-We know from previous parts in the series that Chan is very much tied to Libra (it is actually also his Sun, Moon, and Mercury signs). Libras are known for being people pleasers and being well-liked. They also are associated with the balancing scale, meaning they truly value balance and harmony in their lives. They seek to attain this balance, as it is what keeps them sane from trying to please everyone all at once. Libras are very good at molding themselves into situations and meeting people where they are.

-Chan has several planetary placements in the 6th house. These include the Moon (ruler of emotions), Venus (ruler of love and beauty), Mars (ruler of aggression) and Pluto (ruler of reconciliation). This would most likely manifest in him needing to DEEPLY discuss the root of the problem in order to put a fight to rest. He has to satisfy this urge from the emotional, relational, and conflictive levels. He also has a strong desire to make amends, even if he doesn’t quite know how to initiate it or takes a while to do so. He will be in a very irritable mood until the issue is resolved.

As your boyfriend:

• You and Chris do not get into fights very often. Overall, his personality is very harmonious, and you typically get along very well in daily life. Down to the little things, he is often very understanding of you and wants to see things from your perspective.

• However, when fights do happen, it is most likely something he has been tethering with for a while or something that you brought up yourself.

• When Chan is mad, he doesn’t hide it well. When he’s upset about something, he will not talk about it right away. He will most likely resort to a blank or annoyed face, stop being talkative, and recluse to a different room. This can go on for hours or sometimes days until he feels like he is ready to talk about it (if he even does talk about it) or until you MAKE him talk about it.

• He gets most upset when he feels like he is being lied to or not being told the complete truth. He also gets very bothered when he feels like people he loves are being treated poorly. He HATES feeling like someone is trying to tie him down or keep him complacent when there’s something he really wants to go for.

• When something starts to bother him, he will start out being cold or distant, and will tend to run away from the problem. However, since he has a 7th house in Sag, he is likely to project this onto others. He starts to see them this way. One of his greatest fears is people leaving him, as he tends to be flighty himself. He has the mentality that he shouldn’t always bring up a problem, or it is okay to try to run from it, because other could leave him anyways if he made a big deal.

• I want to re-emphasize HOW MUCH of a problem this is for Chan. He deeply understands what it feels like to want to run and hide, but he is ashamed of it. Instead (due to 7th house also in Sag), he will project it onto you. He will think that if he talks to you when he is angry that you will leave him. That you will not speak to him. What he fails to realize is that it is he HIMSELF who does this, not the other way around. He justifies his moody spells and flightiness by thinking you would probably behave the same. He may even not see it as a big problem unless you extensively talk to him about it. It is a part of his nature (literally in his stars) to think this way, so he will need you to work with him on it.

• His Gemini placement in the 6th house hints that he can actually get pretty explosive when the blame is placed on him, especially if he thinks that it is unfair.

• His first reaction when getting into a heated fight can be intense- when it finally comes to a head, when he finally gets so worked up about it, he releases everything all at once. He can be loud and can say things he may not actually mean. With his Ascendant Gemini energy, he will know a lot about you and could bring up some things that he knows will deeply upset you. This is not his true intention, and this is not who he really is. It is a coping mechanism that he likely had to develop early in life. It is further exacerbated by the fiery energy of Sag in Mars.

• Again, you do not fight very often. Maybe minor disagreements here and there. But when there is a true fight, it is a BIG fight. A MOODY fight. Everything is laid out on the table and feelings will get hurt in the process. It may only happen a few times in your relationship, because eventually you both learn how each other operates. Chan learns that you are NOT going to leave him over a silly fight, and he learns to control his tongue (and stop saying shit he doesn’t even mean) when he gets to his boiling point.

• I want to make a point to say that Chan would never hit you, nor physically hurt you in any way during an argument. His chart does not suggest that at all. Any and all fighting would be verbal, or maybe even on an emotional level if distancing himself comes into play.

• After a fight, after Chan has exploded, he immediately feels remorseful. His Sun in Libra demonstrates that this is not AT ALL what he wanted or who he is. And although he prides himself for not letting many fights ensue, he can’t help but be ashamed at how he handles things once he finally explodes. He knows he has to learn how to open up more frequently about what he’s feeling, but it is very hard for him. He doesn’t know how to talk to you about certain things because he thinks it will make him look “weak.” What Channie fails to realize is that once he overcomes this, simply talking with you about it before it bubbles over, can quickly put out any fire that he feels.

• Although Chan feels terrible after a fight with you, reconciling what happened is difficult for him. He has to look at the fight from all different angles to fully get over it. He needs to come to understand the emotions behind it- both his emotions and your emotions. At the end of the day, he wants and NEEDS to maintain this love. He will work very hard to try and understand your differences. He needs to get to the root cause. He also questions his aggressive nature and why he reacts the way that he does. Overcoming this is one of his greatest difficulties. But it can happen. And once you have both sat down and assessed the situation, he can finally come to terms that it will be okay. That he can do better, and that you are not going to simply run away because of your disagreement.

• Chan will spend daysss, weeks even, trying to make things up to you. He is deeply bothered by the way that he acts in a fight. He simply cannot handle any residual hard feelings over the careless words he let leave his mouth. He would spend the rest of his lifetime making it up to you if he had to. You were supposed to be his peace, his inner balance, and his comfort away from the struggles of his daily life… And this is how he treated you. It was in the heat of the moment, sure. But to him, it is still unacceptable. And he resents himself for it. The fact that you stayed with him, that you remained faithful to him, that you didn’t LEAVE him made his heart shatter. He knows you are too good to him, and he promises to do better for you too.

• Chan, like I’ve said a million times, KNOWS you. He knows your love language. And to make it up to you, he is going all out. You like acts of service? He is keeping the house spotless for the next month so you don’t have to lift a finger. You like quality time? He is canceling all of his plans to go wherever you want- maybe even go on a quiet trip together. If work doesn’t let him, he’s gonna ask you to tote along with him. He’s just happy knowing you’re happy. You’re more into physical touch? He is snuggling into you all hours of the day. Hell, even the night. If he wakes up and isn’t holding you anymore, he turns his ass back around to cup you in his arms. You experience love through getting gifts? He’s getting you that ring you wanted… actually he’s buying you one in every stone just to be sure. He’d buy you a fucking house if he could decipher which would be the perfect one. You love having words of affirmation? He will hold you next to his chest before bed, telling you what a perfect girl you are and how he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you. How someone like him could be so blessed by fate to end up with someone like you. How he would never be good enough for you, but he would die trying. How perfect you looked in this moment, natural and soft. How he can’t wait to make you his wife and the mother of his children some day. How unbelievable it would be to watch someone as pure, faultless, and beautiful as you give him a precious baby- because even if they… No, she. Channie insisted it would be a girl. Even if she carried on his last name, she would be able to keep her mother’s perfection.

• Chan has been watching you. He’s been watching you for weeks. He didn’t consider himself to be a possessive boyfriend, but just because he didn’t consider himself that doesn’t mean he isn’t one.

• You had both agreed to share your phone location with one another. What if something happened to you? What if your phone went missing? Neither of you thought much about it. You didn’t check it anyways.

• But Chan did. He had to. He wished he wouldn’t have. He’s been going crazy ever since.

• A little over 2 weeks ago, you had come home late from work. Later than usual… by a lot. It had been almost 2 hours past your normal arrival time. He wouldn’t have normally given it much thought, but you didn’t even text him to let him know. He thought it was weird, but he shook it off. You said you had ran to get some art supplies, evident from the bag in your hand, and got stuck in traffic afterwards. Channie believed it.

• It wasn’t until the next time you were late that he caught on. It was only 3 days after the first occurrence, and now here you were, 2.5 hours late already and still not home. He got worried about you. He texted. He called. Nothing. He started to think something was wrong. He quickly scrolled to your name in his phone and clicked on the “Location” tab. He was so scared.

• ‘Why are you at Felix’s apartment? And not answering my calls?’ He thought. He called you again. And again and again, to no avail. Shortly after, he saw the blue dot on the map moving, slowly headed back to the apartment you shared.

• He thought it was random, weird even, that you’d be at Felix’s place without him. But who knows. He was sure there was a reason for it. He knew you’d tell him. Only… you never did.

• “What took you so long babe?” He pried when you had gotten through the door and into the kitchen. You hoisted 4 heavy bags onto the kitchen counter.

• “I just had to stop and pick up some stuff to bake with. They were out of almost everything! I had to look around a lot.” Well yeah, you had all the essentials. Flour, sugar, baking soda, chocolate chips. He waited on you to say that you had stopped by Felix’s to grab what you couldn’t find at the store. He waited for you to explain that you’d just popped by his apartment really quickly because you knew he kept what you needed. But you didn’t say anything. Not a damn thing more.

• Chan could have prodded. He could have poked. He could have asked you what you were doing at Felix’s apartment. But he didn’t want to seem crazy. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to control you- he knew how much he would hate that too. He figured you had just forgotten to mention the little Felix detail. 'It just slipped your mind' is what he told himself. ‘It was such a small detail that you didn’t even think to mention it,” he reasoned.

• He still couldn’t deny that he was a bit upset though. He bottled it in as best as he could. He put up a good front and a good attitude and acted like nothing was wrong. And it probably wasn’t. But he quickly favorited the “Locations” tab on your page just to be safe.

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• You were bolting to your apartment door as quickly as you could. You were out way later than expected again. ‘Fuck. Chan is gonna start to catch on if you don’t start being more careful’ you told yourself. You unlocked the door and put on a big smile to greet your boyfriend, who you hoped wasn’t busy. You had a long day and really just needed him to help you decompress.

• “Babe, I’m home!” you yelled as you made your way through the hall and to the kitchen and living area. You looked around and didn’t see him anywhere. No response either.

• “Baby?” You called again. You checked the bathroom and the back deck, but no sign of Chris anywhere. It wasn’t like him to be in his room already, but you’d seen his car parked in his spot, so you knew he had to be here.

• You pushed open the bedroom door. “Chris?” You peaked your head in. You saw his curly little head faced away from you in his chair, hunched over his laptop. “Oh there you are! I started to get worried when you didn’t answer me.”

• “I could say the same.” He spun his chair around. You couldn’t quite make out the look on his face. He was serious. Stern. Upset? You saw his jaw was clenched.

• “What are you talking about?” You questioned him, furrowing your brows and gazing down to look at him.

• “I don’t know, maybe check your phone.” His eyebrows were raised at you, slightly scowling. You pulled your phone from your pocket and unlocked it. You usually had it silenced when you went to visit Felix… Fuck. 6 unread texts and 3 missed calls.

• “I’m so sorry, I’ve had my phone on silent basically all day. I’ve just been slammed at work and was trying to get caught up. I should have called and let you know I’d be late again. I’m so sorry.” You could feel yourself start to sweat.

• “Where did you go after work?” he asked with zero emotion in his voice this time. ‘Play it cool, y/n. Play it cool,’ you coached yourself.

• “Nowhere. I was at work and then I came straight home.” God, you felt like shit lying to him like this. You crossed your arms, trying to lean your weight back and look relaxed. Suddenly, Chan stood up out of his chair.

• “Don’t fucking lie to me y/n.” He was only inches in front of your face now.

• “I’m not lying to you! Where else would I have been?” you huffed out. You tried to look upset back, to stand your ground and hopefully convince him that you were telling the whole truth. You tried, but you could barely stomach him yelling at you like that.

• “Where would you have been? Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe with fucking Felix! Does that ring a bell?” he yelled at you. He had turned a new shade of crimson you’d never seen before. His eyes were dark, like there was nothing left in them except for rage.

• You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Your mouth simply wouldn’t move. You couldn’t deny that you were with Felix because you were. But it wasn’t fair for Chan to be yelling like he was.

• He took your silence as his cue to continue his now rampage. “Jesus Christ! I’m not stupid, y/n! I’ve been watching you for weeks just come home late with some bullshit excuse why you weren’t home sooner, why you didn’t check your phone, why you’ve been ‘soooo exhausted’… I mean fucking hell, could you have made it any more obvious? So yes, YES I checked your location and goddamn it if you weren’t with Felix of all people! And surprise, surprise! Every time I texted him, he NEVER responded until your location tracker had left his building… Mmmm, isn’t that funny?” He let his eyes rise up towards the ceiling, tongue poking into his cheek before he scoffed at you. “I should have fucking known better. I should have fucking known… You know what? Maybe this was my fault. It was my fault for getting with a whore in the first place.” Your jaw dropped. There is no way he just said that. There’s no way he thinks that about you. He knew everything about you. He knew how you had struggled with your sexuality before meeting him. He knew how insecure you were in your body and how you went out seeking approval in the wrong ways. How you felt like you needed approval from men to not feel terrible about yourself. How you felt extremely guilty and disgusted by yourself for mistakes you’d made in the past because of it. He knew that was the part of you that you constantly tried to hide from him. He knew how it took you almost a year of dating him before you felt comfortable enough with him to talk about it. Out of everything he could have called you, he chose whore? That was a deep fucking cut. You stumbled backwards slightly, trying to find some way to get your mouth to start moving.

• “Yeah, you have nothing to say for yourself, huh? Pathetic.” This was the angriest you’ve ever seen him. You didn’t know he was capable of this scope of intimidation. He towered over you, like watching his prey before he made his next move.

• “It’s not what it looks like,” was all you could muster up the courage to get out.

• “It’s not what it looks like… It’s not what it looks like?! Then tell me what it fucking is because to me, it looks like my whore of a girlfriend is going behind my back and fucking my best friend. I mean, Felix used to talk about how hot you were before we got together, but I never thought he’d pull this shit.” He looked off and made an annoying smirk. He started to half laugh/ half scream. “This shit is fucking crazy! It’s just too fucking good!”

• Seeing Chris get so upset that he started laughing into it made you want to crouch into a ball in the corner of the room. You wanted to disappear. None of this was your fault. “Chris, just let me explain,” you sobbed. You couldn’t help it.

• “Oh look, now you’re crying,” he taunted you. “If anything, I should be the one crying. I mean goddamn it y/n. What didn’t I have? What didn’t I give you? You had to go off and get it somewhere else? And with Felix. Of course with my fucking best friend,” Still red as ever, you saw a single tear start to form in his eye.

• He looked down and to the side to stop you from seeing his broken expression. “I knew you would do this y/n. It’s not like I didn’t expect it. Just take advantage of me and then leave me like everyone else,” he was full-on bawling. You could hear it in his voice. He almost couldn’t get his words out anymore. “What did I do to deserve this?” He let his blood-shot, trickling eyes make full contact with yours.

• “Chris, you didn’t do anything. Just let me expl-“ you got cut off.

• “Don’t bother. Just go back out and do whatever the fuck you need to do to make yourself feel better. Obviously it’s not me. By all means, don’t let me stop you from doing what you want.” He all but spat in your face. “Not that you gave a fuck about me anyways.”

• You were stunned. Not stunned because you were scared, but stunned because of how WRONG he was. And how much disrespect he had just shown you. Who was he to cut you off when you were trying to talk? You had never been more furious in your life.

• “CHRISTOPHER BANG if you do not let me talk, I will walk out of this house and never fucking turn back, I promise you!” You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would hear. You didn’t care. You’d passed your breaking point and you would continue to scream as much as you damn well pleased. “Okay, yes, I admit it! I did lie to you! But not because I was CHEATING on you with Felix?? What the actual fuck?! Since you HAVE to know, we’ve been working on getting everything ready for the surprise birthday party that we were throwing YOU this weekend! I didn’t want to keep it from you, but we can’t have a surprise party without the fucking surprise!” you continued to shout. Chan’s jaw dropped open. His expression was blank. “Here I was thinking that I was being a good girlfriend, but apparently I’m just some whore to you! I can’t fucking believe you.” Scared of what else you would say if you stayed, you sharply turned on your heels to hurry out of the room. You quickly made your way to the bathroom, locked it behind you, turned the lights off and fan on. You leaned back until you could feel the cold wall behind you. You let yourself fall against it and slide down until you were sitting in the floor, bringing your knees up in front of your face. There was nothing left for you to do except to sob. Was this really your boyfriend?

• 10 minutes went by of nothing but tears. You were finally at the point where you had exhausted yourself of crying. You felt your tongue go dry. There was nothing left in you. All you could do was wipe the tears from your face and try to catch your breath. Deep breaths in and out. In and out. ‘It will be okay,’ you kept repeating to yourself.

• All of a sudden, you heard a tiny knock at the door. ‘Fuck off,’ you thought. You couldn’t be bothered to move a single inch.

• “Y/n? Please can you open the door? Please. I need to talk to you. I’m so sorry.”

• Silence was all you gave him. He wasn’t going to get anything else.

• Knock, knock, knock. He tried again. “Please open up for me. I need to see you, I need to apologize to you. I was wrong. Just please come out or open the door so I can come in.”

• You stayed radio silent. All you wanted in this moment was for him to go away. You just wanted to be left alone until you were exhausted enough to fall asleep and get out of this hell of a day.

• A couple more tiny ‘knock, knock’s could be heard, but they were much quieter this time. You heard a sniffle from the other side of the door. In a tiny strained voice, “Baby… baby please open up. Please, I’m begging.” You didn’t think you’d ever heard him in much desperation. “Y/n please. God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He started bawling. You could tell from the sounds behind the door that he had done just like you and had thrown himself into the floor, curling up against his knees. You could hear him quietly sobbing into them. You couldn’t explain it, but it made you feel even worse. To know that he was on the other side, feeling just as badly. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. You could hear his hushed cries for at least 5 minutes before things started to settle down. It calmed you, but also made your heart start to race when the air was now filled with complete silence for the first time since you’d arrived home.

• You heard Chan sniff. You could tell he was trying to collect himself. Suddenly, you heard a tiny knock again. You didn’t respond. In the most diminutive voice you’ve ever heard, he whispered out, “I love you. And I am so sorry.” He sat there for a few seconds, contemplating if he should even keep going. Why would you care what he had to say anymore? He was the biggest asshole, and there was no coming back from that. He didn’t mean any of what he said in the slightest. All he knew is that he was hurt, so he wanted to hurt you back. God, he wished he didn’t. He wished he wasn’t the most useless human on the face of the earth. All he had wanted to find in life was you. He spent forever trying to earn you, to get you to give him the time of day, and now look at him. He was disgusted in himself. How could he ever come back from this? How could he ever come back from you? There was no coming back from you. It was either you or no one.

• He continued to whisper, to plea, to cry using only his voice. “I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I genuinely… I don’t,” you heard him blow out a slow exhale. “I don’t know what came over me. I know I need serious help, and I want to get it. It’s just- it’s just-“ the tears started to fall slowly. “When I thought about you with Felix… You, my perfect fucking girl, with another man… Someone else holding you. Someone else taking you. Someone else kissing your perfect little face…” he cried. “Y/n I just lost it. I saw red… And in that moment, nothing could stop me. If I wasn’t such a fucking idiot, I would have shut up. I would have let you talk to me about it. And I should have. But I am the absolute biggest fucking loser on this earth. I am so sorry. You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that I truly did not mean a single word of what I said. You are the most perfect person I have ever known. I am so in love with you that it hurts- it hurts to know that I caused you any pain at all, let alone this. I’m not asking you to ever forgive me, but just know that I will never forgive myself. I love you, y/n.”

• You remained silent again. You were trying to take in everything Chan had said, to try and store it all in your brain. But you were exhausted and could barely keep up. You listened as he began to cry once more.

• “If you want me to go, then I’ll go. I can find somewhere else to stay and you can have some peace,” he weeped and wiped at his eyes. “No matter what happens, just know that you were the best thing to ever happen to me. I will never love anyone the way that I love you. You will forever be the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last face I see before I close my eyes.” He was sobbing uncontrollably, his words now muffled, as he uses his hands to cover his face. “In my last days, when my body finally gives in, I will thank God for allowing me to have such a woman in my life, only if for a while. Your name will be the last word that I ever utter and your soul will be the last thought I ever have. I promise, y/n, it is a privilege to love you and I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise. I never deserved you in the first place.”

• He sat for another moment, and you could hear him take a deep breath, almost choking on the fluid collected in his throat. You heard a rustling motion as he pushed himself up slowly off the floor and then shuffle his way back to his room.

• He stopped dead in his tracks, sure he was being delusional. He turned his body back toward the path he’d just walked. He wasn’t delusional. The door was cracked open. “Baby? Did you do that? Is it okay if I come in?” He spoke softly towards you.

• “Yes,” you finally strained out. You told yourself that you shouldn’t do it. But you knew why you did. You loved him back. Everything he just said about you is exactly how you felt about him. You believed him when he said he didn’t mean the words he spoke to you. You also believed him when he said he wanted to get help. I guess more than anything, you believed he was truly sorry. You weren’t going to be able to live with yourself if you gave up on him like that- to live in a world not knowing whether this life with him could have been beautiful. To live in a world where you had to constantly think about him and if he still loves you as much as you love him. No matter how much your brain tried to make you say no, you just couldn’t. Not on him. That’s not how your heart works.

• He slowly eased his way inside the door frame, gently walking so as to not startle you. You could barely make him out with only a small amount of light from the hall peaking in, but you could always make out those loose curls. Seeing his beautiful, swollen, tear-covered face, you let out another small cry for yourself.

• “My sweet baby,” Chan extended his body down to you. He took your face in both of his hands and brought his face right to your level. He stroked your cheek with his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. He then tilted his head slightly up and yours slightly down, to leave the most gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. You felt it burn into your skin. Not in a bad way. In a way that you had been craving it and didn’t even know until now. In a way that was searing away any wounds that you may have gotten. He pulled his face back and wrapped his arms around you tightly in a hug.

• “I love you baby. I’m so sorry. I will do everything I possibly can to show you that,” he whispered into the hair at the back of your neck.

• “You promise you didn’t mean what you said?” you whispered back, sniffling.

• “Pinky promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

• “Then I love you too,” you pulled him back off of you slightly. You wanted to make sure he could see the entirity of your face. “Which is why you are going to therapy.”

• He giggled like a small child. “I think that’s a good idea,” he smiled brightly. “How about we start that therapy with this?” He leaned in to join his lips with yours in the deepest kiss you think you’ve ever felt. Maybe this is therapy for you both.

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ATLA Unpacked: Ty Lee's Potential

One of the many things we missed out on from ATLA Book 3 was a Ty Lee character arc. Of Azula's trio she's ultimately the least explored and most auxiliary, which is sad. The possibilities were certainly there: a girl who seems too good-natured for the ruthlessness of the Fire Nation, coerced into helping Azula, seemingly naive about what her nation is doing or perhaps too timid to voice her concerns. Gee, all that sure rings a bell doesn't it? So, here are some things that I think could have been done w/ Ty Lee given what we know about her. 1. Friendship with Zuko and eventual Redemption Arc Canon screwed this one up during "The Beach," but there's no reason it had to be that way. Ty Lee should have been the person Zuko warmed up to the most given that they're both more caring people than Mai and Azula. With Ty Lee and Zuko, you have two sheltered and privileged teenagers who don't quite fit the mold of what Fire Nation children are *supposed* to be. As a result, Zuko is banished and Ty Lee leaves her aristocratic home life behind. Zuko's banishment and journey across the world helps him realize that the Fire Nation's war is wrong. Ty Lee, who was part of a traveling Fire Nation circus and eventually traveled the Earth Kingdom with Azula, could have easily come to the same realization. We never even get her perspective on the war in canon! Just imagine Ty Lee and Zuko bonding over martial arts, theater, and collecting pretty sea shells. They bring out each other's best qualities and motivate each other's redemption. 2. Standing up to Azula This has been commented on before, but Mai being the one who defies Azula instead of Ty Lee during "The Boiling Rock" is not a satisfying emotional climax. Mai happily left her boring life behind in "Return to Omashu" as soon as Azula gave her an opportunity, and she openly defied Azula's orders with no fear of retribution at least once. What Azula represented for Mai wasn't fear. Azula was the metaphorical "devil" on Mai's shoulder, distracting her from her lack of emotional fulfillment with fun and thrills. The one who was genuinely afraid of Azula, and abandoned her passion out of that fear, was Ty Lee. Ty Lee standing up to Azula and emerging victorious is far more emotionally and narratively satisfying given their dynamic. It also gives Mai a more character appropriate choice to make in the situation. Which leads me to my third point 3. Mai and Ty Lee marsreds made a fantastic commentary I read years ago. I'll link it in the comments, but her point was that throwing Mai into an awkward and uninteresting relationship with Zuko took the focus away from her relationships with Azula and Ty Lee and made her character arc about a boy. It's a pretty damning commentary on the sexism that seeped into the way ATLA's female characters were written, and how that became the norm for the franchise by the time of the comics. Anyway, a hugely missed opportunity for Ty Lee and Mai was their relationship with each other. Even though I am pro MaiLee, I won't make this ship heavy. Ultimately the writing has to come first, but Mai and Ty Lee do have a fun and touching dynamic. Ty Lee is even more playful and affectionate with Mai than she usually is, and Mai shows genuine care and empathy for Ty Lee. When they reunite in Omashu, Mai asks Ty Lee what happened with her joining the circus. Then, during "The Beach," Mai is the only one who stands up for Ty Lee, telling Zuko to back off and figuring out the root of Ty Lee's desire for attention. We never see Mai this invested in someone else's feelings and well-being with anyone else. The character appropriate choice for Mai in "The Boiling Rock" wasn't betraying Azula for teen love. It was choosing between the friend who encouraged her better self (Ty Lee) or the friend who kept her from growing as a person (Azula).

#atla #atla meta #ty lee #mai #azula #anti maiko #mailee #g major writes #g major meta

[kiss-me-cill-me]

Cup of Coffee and a VHS | Pt. 2

Start with Pt. 1 HERE!

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader Coffee Shop!AU

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Lucien is a bit of a jerk, but other than him this is all just fluff and Neil being a dork.

Neil returned to your shop a few days later, borrowed scarf in hand and ready to try another one of your concoctions. 

“Surprise me,” he said, hanging up his jacket - which you were glad to see he remembered to wear - on the coat rack by the door. 

“Mmm, you weren’t really a fan of the last thing I surprised you with,” you reminded him.

It had been a busy day at the cafe, but things had quieted down now. You usually closed a few hours after the lunch rush, and you were only planning to be open for about another twenty minutes. Not that you were in any hurry to rush Neil out.

“Yeah, but I still kind of like surprises,” Neil insisted. “They can’t all be winners, but that’s all part of the experience.”

“Oh, so you’re saying my coffee is bad?” you teased.

“I’m saying that all coffee is bad,” Neil replied, making a face. “Yours was actually the most tolerable I’ve ever tried.”

You laughed. You were quickly learning that Neil, sweet as he was, was far from being a smooth talker. He seemed to dig himself into a hole more often than not.

“Wow, ‘tolerable,’” you echoed. “That’s one of the best reviews I’ve ever gotten.”

“I don’t- I didn’t mean it like that,” Neil sputtered. 

“Relax,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time. One non-coffee, coming up.”

You set about filling a kettle and putting it on the hot plate to boil. You were going to try tea for Neil’s next drink, thinking that maybe he’d like that better. You glanced over at the flavored syrups you had in stock, wondering if he would enjoy any of them. Or maybe it would be better to go with plain sugar, or maybe honey, and let the tea speak for itself.

“My buddy Lucien is a total coffee snob, and he really likes your Americanos,” Neil offered.

You remembered Lucien. He had been in the shop a few times. Become somewhat of a regular, actually, with the fairly odd habit of insisting on writing his own name on all his to-go cups. He struck you as snobby, but harmless enough. You figured he was probably just sick of baristas misspelling a name that hadn’t been given to anyone since the eighteenth century. 

“Well, I’m glad someone around here appreciates me,” you joked, setting a steaming mug down in front of Neil. He had taken his usual seat at the counter.

“I appreciate a warm drink, too,” Neil said. “But! I am paying you for this one.”

You waved your hand as Neil took his first sip, his shoulders instantly relaxing as he swallowed the warm liquid. You had settled on adding just a dash of vanilla syrup.

“On the house,” you insisted.

“I’m not trying to run you out of business,” Neil began.

“But, you didn’t like your last drink, so that one doesn’t really count,” you pressed. “Hot water and a bag of tea costs, like, twenty cents. I’m not gonna sell it to you at a two hundred percent markup. Now, Lucien on the other hand…”

Neil laughed, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from smiling too broadly. You were wary of laying it on too thick, but Neil was too fun to flirt with for you to abstain entirely. And it really wasn’t hurting you to give him a couple of free drinks…

“Still, I don’t want to take advantage of your generosity,” Neil said.

“Well, what if we did a little exchange?” you suggested. Neil leaned forward in his seat. “I don’t know much about movies, but I’m guessing you do.” 

Neil shrugged, mimicking modesty while giving you a knowing look. His side-eye made you swoon, a little more than you should have.

“I’ve been known to dabble,” he admitted.

“So how about you suggest me a movie as payment for the drink?” you offered.

Neil considered it as he took another sip of his tea.

“Hmmm, that is a tall order,” he joked, sitting on his hands as he rocked back a bit.

“Think you’re up for it?”

“I think it could be arranged,” he relented. “But, you’d have to stop by Gumshoe to pick it up.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

Neil took another sip of tea.

“Better than the coffee?” you asked, motioning to his cup.

“Better, but… I’m not sure I’m really a tea person, either,” Neil admitted.

“Next time you should tell me what you actually like,” you laughed. 

Neil made a face.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun is that you get to drink something that doesn’t make you gag when you think I’m not looking,” you teased. Then added, “you’re not very subtle, Neil.”

It was so easy to make Neil blush that you almost felt bad doing it. Almost. He tried to hide his pink face by taking another sip from the mug, loudly slurping in some kind of effort to pull the attention away from his embarrassment. 

“Well,” Neil said, setting his empty mug down. “I should get going, but feel free to stop by whenever. We’re open late.”

“Three-in-the-morning-late?” you joked.

“Not that late,” Neil laughed, rolling his eyes. 

“Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” agreed Neil.

He tapped the counter as he stood up, and made his way over to the door. As was becoming your habit, you came out from behind the counter to send him off. 

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Neil looked down at the scarf he was still clutching in his hand. “Don’t want you to go without your scarf for another day.”

Neil unfolded the scarf and wrapped it around you, just like you had done for him a few days ago. He held onto the ends, pulling it snug, and stayed like that for a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thank you again for letting me borrow this,” Neil muttered, letting the ends of the scarf fall from his hands. “And I’m serious about paying you back; you’d better stop by.”

“I will,” you promised. “Tomorrow.”

Neil smiled and gave you a short wave as he exited the cafe again. You realized after he left that your heart was beating wildly; so fast that you could feel it inside your chest. You wrapped the scarf a little tighter, and hurried to close up shop for the day, your steps feeling just a little more airy.

The following afternoon, bundled in your cold-weather gear, you made the trek down the street to Gumshoe Video after closing up your shop. The air was biting against your cheeks, and you were grateful that Neil had returned your scarf. You buried into it a little deeper, and caught a whiff of an unfamiliar cologne. 

You smiled. It was woodsy but also sweet. The bell above the door rang as you let yourself into Neil’s store.

“Hey - coffee girl,” a familiar voice called as you entered the store. Not Neil’s.

You looked up to see Lucien, standing behind the counter. You wondered briefly if the “coffee girl” nickname was a spur-of-the-moment thing, or if he and Neil ever talked about you, but you quickly shook away the thought.

“Lucien, you work here?” you asked.

You stepped farther into the store, briefly scanning the endless shelves of VHS tapes. So many movies. You stopped at the counter and rested your elbows on the glass top.

“Unfortunately,” droned Lucien. He lowered his voice, whispering. “My boss is kind of a dick.”

“I think I’m, uh… actually here to see your boss.”

“Oh. That’s right.” Before you had a chance to ask what that meant, Lucien called out, shouting toward the back of the store. “Neil! Coffee girl here to see you!”

Okay, you weren’t loving that nickname. But before you had a chance to say anything else, Neil appeared from a back room, smiling broadly and holding his arms out to greet you.

“Heyyyy!” Neil came over to your side of the counter, standing beside you and leaning on one elbow. “Glad you could make it. Lucien, don’t give rude nicknames to the customers.” “But you’re the one who-”

“It’s nice to see you,” Neil cut Lucien off, turning his attention to you. “Welcome to Gumshoe.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “It’s nice to finally visit. You have a ton of movies; wow.”

A whispering voice to your left hissed out: “Neil, is that the girl?” 

You hadn’t noticed, but there was a third man in the room, lounging on one of the couches in front of a TV set that was playing a black-and-white movie. He was looking up expectantly at Neil, who whirled around to glare at him.

“Jonathan,” Neil hissed.

“Sorry. Is that… a… girl?” Jonathan corrected. 

Neil turned back around, raking an exasperated hand through his hair. You stifled a giggle.

“Sorry,” Lucien said sardonically. “We’re all a little out of sorts since Neil broke up with his girlfriend.”

“Lucien,” Neil whispered, practically begging the other man to shut up. “You are not helping!”

Privately, your heart skipped a beat. The news that Neil was single excited you more than you knew it should have. You suddenly felt grateful for Lucien’s horrid social skills.

“Suddenly,” Neil said, glaring at both of his friends, “I just remembered I need both of you to run inventory. In my office.”

“But there’s nothing to-”

“Inventory!” Neil barked, pointing in the direction of the back room.

Jonathan and Lucien slunk off, both throwing not-so-subtle looks in your and Neil’s direction. Neil tried to compose himself, and turned back to face you.

“Sorry about them,” he apologized. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair again.

“Sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend,” you offered, even as your heart was still pounding from the excitement.

“Oh, don’t be.” Neil waved his hand. “Like I said, it was kind of a long time coming, and… It’s really fine.”

“I can come back another time…”

“No!” Neil said, a little too sharply. “No, no - this is perfect. I actually have your movie right here.”

He disappeared behind the counter for a moment, leaning down to fetch the VHS he had picked out for you. He handed it over, and you looked down at the cover.

“Ooh, The Shining,” you mused. “I’ve never seen it.”

“You’re in for a treat, then,” Neil beamed. “Classic horror. Stanley Kubrick. And perfect to watch during the snowstorm this weekend.”

You knew enough about the film’s plot to know that he was correct. You wondered if Neil had taken such a minor detail as the weather into consideration when picking out this movie. It seemed like the kind of thing he would do.

“I’m excited to watch it,” you smiled. “Thank you for your ‘payment.’”

Neil smiled back, and swung around the counter to join you once again on the other side. He stood a little closer to you than he had before, and you felt your heart beat loudly, thundering against your ribs.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll stop coming to the cafe so I can test out drinks on you, though,” you told him. “Just because this makes us even. I still need to find something you actually like.”

“Of course not,” Neil agreed. “I can always pay you in more movie recommendations.”

You tucked the VHS tape Neil had given you into your bag, taking the few seconds that your face was turned away from him as an opportunity to smile like an idiot. You looked back up, trying to relax and put on a more neutral expression, with questionable levels of success.

“Before I go,” you started. “Will you please give me some kind of clue about what you like? I don’t want to keep making you drinks that you hate.”

Neil shrugged. 

“I dunno; I like sweet stuff, I guess,” he replied. “The more sugar, the better.”

Somewhere from deeper in the store, either Jonathan or Lucien let out a wolf whistle. Clearly they hadn’t made it all the way into Neil’s office. You couldn’t help laughing as Neil rolled his eyes.

“Something sweet, huh? I think that can be arranged,” you said.

You and Neil exchanged goodbyes as you left the store, bell ringing again on your way out. Outside, you could barely feel the cold air on your cheeks, for the way they burned red-hot after being around Neil.

Read Pt. 3 HERE!

#neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #watching the detectives #cillian murphy x reader #LemmyFics

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Zutaras and even Zukkas to this day claim that Mai and Zuko wouldn’t be compatible because Mai never showed any care about the world/morality/politics which makes her an abhorrent match to their precious Fire lord.

That is the closest they ever got to a minimally logical argument and it still falls apart super quickly when you think about it.

First, we don't know what a Fire Lady actually does, as all the Fire Lords we saw in the show before Zuko were widowed/divorced. Maybe it is a role that offers great political power. Maybe it just means you're supposed to stand next to your husband looking pretty and giving him kids every now and then.

And regardless of what the role used to mean, Zuko's whole deal as Fire Lord will be changing nearly everything about how their nation works - if the role of Fire Lady really was incompatible with how Mai wants to live her life, he could just change it to better suit her as he is quite literally the person with the most power in their country and his word is the law.

And while Mai is amoral/apolitical, her actions in books 2 and 3 did show us that she is very capable and willing to:

1 - Fight when necessary (without killing people as the show's rating wouldn't allow for cutting throats and stabbing a motherfucker in the eye, which will come in handy with Zuko's idea for an era of peace, mercy and kindness).

2 - Try to give Zuko some emotional support when things aren't going his way (see Nightmares and Daydreams, aka the episode Mai haters pretend doesn't exist).

3 - Trust that Zuko is making the right call and supporting him fully even as he is doing something that goes directly against what she was taught her whole life (see The Boiling Rock Part 2, aka the other episode Mai haters pretend doesn't exist).

4 - Infiltrate a city and basically act as a spy.

5 - Be a team player.

6 - Just basically take action - THAT is why she didn't like her life in Omashu. She had literally NOTHING to do. It wasn't because politics are boring or whatever the fuck.

So yeah, Mai would not be this disaster Fire Lady, or completely uninterested in helping Zuko. And it's VERY bold of Zutara and Zukka fans to act like the fact that she likes fighting more than the political game is some "gotcha" against Maiko fans, when Katara's whole deal was wanting to have fun, see the world, fight, and learn more about HER culture, and Sokka wants to be like his dad - aka chief of the WATER TRIBE.

Like, say what you will about Mai, but at least we know that after the events of the show she would be in the same country as Zuko. Katara and Sokka meanwhile are likely going to split their time between being home with their family and traveling around with Aang - how is that a good match for the Fire Lord?

And that's when we think of Zuko just as a ruler. If we think of him as a person choosing what makes him happy, we have to remember that HE CHOSE MAI, not Katara, not Sokka, not anyone else, MAI.

I rest my fucking case.

#anti zutara #anti zukka #pro mai #pro maiko

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 3)

Note: Wednesday’s coming in part 5 (posting later so stay tuned)! I figured out how to head into her story over my lunch break. This chapter is going to be a bit of a bonding time. A little lighthearted (or not?) Feel free to leave me a message if you want more :)

Summary: Witch!Reader receives an unexpected visit from her “Coven family” who delivered a word of wisdom that upset her. Tyler opened up about his anger towards his mother’s passing and outcasts. The two bonded over the treatment towards Hydes from the outcasts. 

Warning: 

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No one ever told me what to do when your sunshine in life became darkness. No one ever told me how addictive and how much I’d want it more as the darkness crept over him. Tyler was the light in this life to guide me through the clouds and shadows. But the more the darkness of Hyde became him, somehow I wanted more. I wanted more darkness, more shadows, on him and finally onto me. It felt as if a lifetime of bloodlust that lurked within me had finally gained its vicarious outlet.  

It started off as vengeance, when normies stormed into my village with flaming torches and pitchforks, killing my kins like lambs to their slaughter. So I hunted them down, one by one, until I was strong enough. Then I took their entire village same way they took mine, sparing no souls behind. At one point, I grew weary and fearful of what I had become. But then I began to enjoy it. Each life I took, I took joyously. The scream of the dying made my heart race and my blood boil. 

Until I met Tyler. For the first time in many lives, I remembered the smaller things that brought me so much happiness. Playing make believes in treehouse, skipping rocks by the river side… For once, I wanted to be normal, without the burden and the sickly urge to harm. 

Chatters in the quad were usual in the morning. What was unusual was the unsettling and worrisome atmosphere surrounding it. 

“Y/N!” Bianca waved at me to the fountain. “Where have you been last night?” Her clear blue eyes had concern written all over them. 

“I spent the night at Tyler’s. What’s wrong? Wait, you didn’t tell anyone I wasn’t here, right?” I lowered my voice. 

“Of course not! What kind of friend do you think I am? Haven’t you heard? Some kids were murdered in the woods last night. I thought you were one of them.” She showed me the news on her phone. 

“Can’t say I have heard.” I denied swiftly, frowning at the news content. 

Gruesome Murder of Four Teenagers Found in The Woods. 

“Speaking of, judging from your constant sleepovers, it’s safe to assume that your dates’ been going well?” Bianca’s lips curled up into a sly smirk. “I didn’t even know when you guys started!” 

“It was, dramatic.” I laughed dryly. Whatever happened in the cave wasn’t something you could just share to everyone. 

“Not the type I’d imagined you’d like but I’m happy for you.” Bianca shrugged, giving me a cheeky wink before walking to her class. 

At our herbology class, I couldn’t help but noticed that Thornhill’s eyes kept flowing to my direction, colder and colder with each glare. If I was an innocent teenage girl, her looks could send some proper chills down my spine. Luckily, I was not. 

“I heard you got closer to the sheriff’s son.” Xavier turned around to my desk, whispering in a tone which I could only identified as disappointment. 

“The rumour’s true.” I spun my pen in between my fingers with a carefree attitude, though deep down, I felt apologetic for dating the person who ran with his bullies. “I’m sorry what he and his friends did to you…” 

“No, it’s cool. I just want to… warn you. He’s bad news.” Xavier sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. 

“You do realize the more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do that right?” I joked lightheartedly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. 

“I sure do. Just be careful.” He scoffed quietly. 

I went to the Weathervane after the fencing practice. Seemingly it had become a part of my daily routine to sneak off to see Tyler. Weathervane at the late night hour was about as quiet as a graveyard. As I walked through the door, his eyes shot from behind the counter. A big, stupid grin crept onto his face. 

“You’re late today!” Tyler leaned against the counter, beaming with my usual order in his hand. 

“Do you say that to every customer?” I gawked, brushing his hand while picking up the coffee. 

“Only reserved for my special VIP.” 

As I turned around, I noticed a certain familiar figure sitting at my usual booth, one I could never forget, as much as I wished. Draped in her tightly fitted leather jacket and six-inch killer stiletto heels. A wide grin pulled her red lips ear to ear as I reciprocated to her anticipating gaze. I let out a long, somber sigh, sitting down across her. 

“Joy, what are you doing here?” I pursed my lips together in an unconcealed annoyance. 

“Y/N, I’m doing fine. Thanks a lot for asking.” Joy didn’t not find my aloofness to be strange. I didn’t want to see her and she was well-acquainted with my disdain towards most members of the Coven. The idea of “big family” didn’t quite sit well with me. 

“You didn’t come all the way from Europe for small talks, did you?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, leaning back to the chair. 

“I believe it would be even more torturous to you if my answer was yes. Luckily, no.” Joy swept her hair behind her shoulder, speaking in a volume only we could hear. “I’m here to warn you. I’m worried. I’d seen how hard you’ve tried to steer away from your history. I just don’t want you to repeat it. Being close to a creature of violence and darkness will only derail you from the path you’ve been building.” 

“I already told you, I know what I’m doing. I don’t need your lecture.” I said, stirring my coffe in a swift, clockwise motion. 

“Think about it. Centuries ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be in a crowd of normies without killing at least a few. Right now, you have the power to wipe out this entire town or turn them against one another in the blink of an eye and yet you didn’t. That was more self-control and determination than I’ve ever seen in a lot of witches. I don’t want you to let that all go to waste. I know you don’t believe you need any of us but…” Joy propped her elbows on the table, looking into eyes with a candidness that I didn’t believe. 

“Where were you when I needed saving? When they burnt me on the stake, I called for you. No one came. Now you expect me to believe a word that came out of your snake’s tongue? You have no rights to come up here in the first place.” I narrowed my eyes. In front of her, I could barely hold the rage that burned from the depth of my stomach. A rage that I’d been repressing for longer than I remembered. 

Joy opened her lips for a moment, but then decided against it. She sighed in dejection as she stood up from the seat. 

“Say what you want. If you need me, us, in anyway, you know how to find me.” That was the last words she left before the clacking sound of her heels headed out of Weathervane. 

I placed my palms over my face and took a deep breath to regain my poise. I knew Joy cared about me truly but I would give up the world before I give up on Tyler. I wondered if the path of darkness was the only path I could walk with him by my side, or could things be different. 

The moment my father found out about my abilities, I noticed the way he looked at me changed. I wasn’t the innocent little girl he nurtured, but a creature that sends chills down his spine the more I stayed under his roof. He didn’t desert his responsibilities, of course, no. He merely avoided anything more than that. 

I was left on my own for a very long time, until the Coven recovered me. They took me in like one of their own. Yet, none of their pretentious kindness could repent for their indifference when I called for their help at my demise, last demise. 

As I placed my hands back on the coffee, my eyes were met by a pair of turquoise ones. I jumped slightly out of shock. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I saw you guys arguing over something. You look pretty upset there.” Tyler placed a freshly baked scone in front of me. Even the plate was lukewarm. The chocolate scent was enough to make anyone’s day. 

“It’s just some… family business. She means no harm.” I smiled dryly, poking the pastry with a fork. Tyler’s look softened when I mentioned “no harm”. Part of me was relieved that I didn’t accidentally murdered the Supreme of my own Coven. “Joy is the leader of my Coven. She just dropped by to see if I was doing alright in Nevermore.” 

“Not much of a happy kind of family reunion?” Tyler asked, fingers twitching lightly in a quiet, nervous disposition. 

“In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of the rebel in the family. Surely even my dad has talked to yours about just how much of a headache I am.” I shrugged. It didn’t bother me much that my troubling nature had been found rather unbecoming by many more around me. Not that I cared enough to change. 

“I might have overheard. Not to me though, you aren’t.” He gleamed comfortingly.

“Then you clearly don’t know me well enough.” I bit down on my lower lip. There were many secrets to a person that should never be uncovered. Some past were too grim to be heard of on this earth again. Tyler’s look lingered on me, searching for a non-existing sign that I was joking around. 

“I don’t want to pressure you. I think, when you’re willing to let me in, you’d be surprised.” He was reluctant to give up on pursuing for the skeletons I kept behind my closet, but my silence and unsettling did seem to worry him. 

“I could say the same about you. You know, therapist aren’t your only outlet. I’m always here if you need me.” My fingers danced along the veins on the back of his hand, expecting him to become defensive and withdrawing just as the first time I visited him after his mother’s wake. The image of him slamming the door with a stone-cold look was burnt in the back of my mind. At time, I stopped talking to him altogether to avoid agitating him further, in hopes that he would be in good hand with his father. However, it didn’t seem to be the case at all. 

Tyler didn’t shy away from my touch or my attempt to opening him up about his mother this time. He turned his wrist up, smoothing over my pulse point.

“I’m angry, had been since she was gone. He… uh, doesn’t want to talk about her at all. And you, you stopped talking to me for some reasons. Somehow, I’ve never felt more… alone.” 

“I thought you needed your peace when I visited after the wake. I’m sorry I didn’t come check up on you sooner.” 

“I did slammed the door… You have every right to keep the distance from me. I should be saying sorry to you. But that’s not what I was angry about.” Tyler shook his head. He was smiling but tears were glistening in his eyes. 

“Then what is it?” 

“You see, a while after she passed. Your teacher came to me, claiming that she knew the true reason why Mom made that decision. Mom used to go to Nevermore, but when she needed their help, they never gave her any help nor guidance. They were all too scared. Ironic, isn’t? Outcasts fearing another outcast. It’s their rejection and isolation that pushed her off the cliff. All her life, she thought that was a place where she belonged and it betrayed her when she needed them most.” As Tyler explained, his expression darkened with a ghastly shadow, cold, angry, almost sadistic. It was a look that I’d never seen on him before, except for the time when he looked at my bullies outside of Weathervane. 

“Fear makes people do things. As far as I know, several Hydes were accepted in Nevermore throughout its long history, until they were banned for being too violent, unpredictable and uncontrollable.” I pursed my lips in disapproval, having known far too well how fear makes the worst in people magnify in the most catastrophic way. “That’s a crock of shit. People fear things that they don’t understand, but they don’t seek ways to understand it.” 

I had gone through some readings about the school’s history for leisure entertainment. The accepting and inspection on the species stopped after a terrible incident inside the school. A whole hall student population was wiped out overnight as a Hyde lost control. They did nothing to help, simply keeping all Hydes out as if they never existed. I’d seen it far too many times. A fate like this often happens between human and outcasts. Luckily, outcasts built themselves a safety haven that was Nevermore. Casted out by outcasts? That was the true tragedy. 

“You think there’s a way to control… it?” Tyler’s eyes shot up to mine, gazing into mine with disbelief. 

“There has to.” I rested my face on my palm, reaffirming with a seething determination.

#tyler x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday #netflix #when daylight fades

[honeykawa]

Safe pt. 2

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: revenge, fluff at the end

warnings: violence, death, cussing

word count: 650

summary: dabi hadnt been able to shake the weight on his chest ever since you had been attacked. hed felt responsible for what happened and he was going to avenge you no matter what.

a/n: this is a pt. 2 to Safe so be shre to read that first before reading this part!

dabis head had been a mess ever since you had gotten jumped. when you were out there was this gnawing feeling in his stomach that refused to leave. it was like there was a weight on his chest that felt like rocks were crushing him. hed never felt so anxious and utterly helpless, especially when it came to other people.

he tried to get you off of his mind over the few days you were out. no matter how many things he burned, no matter how many things he wanted to punch, kick, or scream at, none of it would wake you up. his hands refused to stop shaking just thinning about you laying in that hospital bed. he wasnt there. you were injured because of his incompetence. youve healed him so many times and this is how he repays you? dabis mind was clouded in these thoughts and it was evident to everyone to not mess with him.

after some more talking he finally got you to describe what the ‘heroes’ that attacked you looked like and he immediately started to look for them. the anger was rising in his chest just thinking about what they did to you. for their sake they better reveal themselves to dabi sooner rather than later.

“—yeah and if we see that healer for the lov again we need to finish the job. i cant believe we let them get away.”

“right? our first big break and we screwed it up. at least we left them in a pretty bad state so we sent a message back to those villains that us new heroes arent to be messed with”

their cocky attitudes made dabis blood boil. he stepped out in front of these two shitheads blocking their path.

“ohh so you new heroes arent to be messed with? going after my partner was a pretty bold statement but making an enemy out of me by hurting my most important person?” dabi pulled a hand out of his pocket, making a flame appear. dabis face darkened, hes been waiting for this day ever since he was informed by twice what had happened and now was his chance to avenge you, “im going to fucking kill you both for that”

——————

dabi walked back to the lov covered in soot and slight bleeding from his scars. he may have gone a little overboard but he had to make them repent for what they did to you.

“dabi?” you poked your head from around the corner only to see your boyfriend injured. the way your eyes widened made dabi chuckle to himself. “what happened to you?!” you immediately rushed over to him and his heart fluttered at you worrying over him. he loved you. he loved you so much. he grabbed your hand that was trying to assess the damage on him and leaned in and kissed you on your lips. the feeling of your soft lips on his calmed him down and the last of the worry and regret he had was finally washed away.

“just finished taking out the trash.” the way your eyebrows furrowed made it known to him that you were skeptical but you just sighed not wanting to press any more questions. “well as long as youre not totally injured. cmon, lets go heal you up” you grabbed his hand to go he obliged. hed follow you anywhere, hell and back if you asked. he wasnt going to let anyone touch his only source of happiness, hed always protect you.

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[thewingedbaron]

Together, Always- BG3 Fic Feb Day Eight

Skipping ahead to the end of act 2 on this one. Today's prompt got a little out of hand and ended up being much longer than origianlly planned. I hope you enjoy :)

Minor warning for menitons of torture. I used a bit of Shadowheart's dialogue after the Gauntlet of Shar, since it seemed fitting.

Pairing: Shadowheart x Tav (Alyss)

Ao3 Link Here

Day Eight: “It will be okay, as long as we’re together.” 

“This is all some sort of terrible dream.” 

Alyss’ head buzzed with residual magic as the planeshift spell dumped them on Shar’s doorstep. The world came rushing back, slowly focusing like a kaleidoscope of shadow and rock. Shadowheart’s words rung in her ears as her feet touched solid ground. Her vision returned just in time to watch the former cleric of Shar collapse. 

“But… it’s real isn’t it?” Shadowheart’s eyes lifted, tears appearing at their corners as she took her in her friends. “I stood before the Nightsong. I heard Lady Shar’s words… and I failed her.” 

Tears streamed down Shadowheart’s face. “Worse than failed, I defiled her! All because of what that aasimar said!” 

Alyss took a shaky step toward her companion, her heart tearing. Her legs, however, were not quite ready to bear her, and the ranger collapsed to the ground. Gods damn it all, she thought. With tremendous effort, she forced her knees to bend, and her arms to work. She would crawl to Shadowheart if she had to. 

The former cleric’s stare was a thousand miles away as she murmured to herself. Alyss wasn’t sure that she was even aware that there was anyone there to listen. 

“I tried to leave…” She said. “But Shar blocked me. Punished me for failing her. I thought I knew the limit of pain that the incurable wound could inflict, but I had no idea.” 

Alyss’ heart strained, tearing itself to tiny pieces. She threw herself across the gap between them, forcing her tired body to obey as she reached out and placed a gentle hand on Shadowheart’s arm. The half-elf didn’t acknowledge the touch. 

“It felt like I was suffering the agony of a thousand people, all at once.” She murmured. “My blood was boiling, my hair on fire. I thought I’d claw my own face off with the pain…” Shadowheart’s voice broke. A half sob escaped her before she continued. 

“She released me. Banished me. She said I was an outcast, that all of her children would know me and revile me… I… I’m alone.” 

“No, love. You are never alone.” Alyss whispered. 

Shadowheart’s eyes widened, darting to her face as if seeing her for the first time. “Love?” She asked. 

Alyss froze. It had been some time since the two of them had spoken properly. Shadowheart had been so deep in the woes of the Shadow-Cursed Lands that she had time for nothing else. Alyss feared she had overstepped for a moment before a slight smile broke across the half-elf’s face. 

“I… I suppose that is true. I am not alone. Not anymore.” she lifted a shaky hand, her fingers ghosting over Alyss’ cheek. “You’ve done more for me than my faith in recent days. In a long while. Thank you.” 

Alyss smiled, tears pricking her own eyes. “I’m glad you finally see it.” 

Despite herself, a small crack of a smile touched Shadowheart’s lips. Then, she folded, collapsing across Alyss before sobs racked her body. The ranger folded her into an embrace while her own tears fell silently. They stayed there for a long time, embracing on the steps of a tomb as the shadow lands twisted and curved around them. As they sat in each other’s embrace, holding on for dear life, the shadows did something strange. They began to curl back, parting in places as silvery moonlight descended into the gaps. There, in the patchwork sky above, Dame Alyin flew for Moonrise, a brilliant speck of silver against a darkened sky. 

As Shadowheart’s sobs slowed, Alyss gently released her hold. Both women sat back on their heels, their eyes stained red as they found each other’s faces once more. A thousand words swirled in Alyss’ head like a maelstrom, but something bit back. Shadowheart had lost everything, her goddess, her family, her world had been upheaved. Now was not the time for grandiose love confessions. 

“Wait.” Shadowheart said. Gentle hands seized Alyss’ shoulders as she leaned away. “Wait. Please.” the half-elf held them both in their kneeling position on the ground. 

“There’s been something between us for some time. A connection more than friends…” 

“Shadowheart, you don’t have to do this now.” 

“No. I do. Alyss, please let me speak.” She said, placing a finger on the ranger’s lips. “I recognized it, but I didn’t act on it after that first night above the waterfall.” Shadowheart shifted, her eyes locked on Alyss’ 

“I thought my faith was the most important thing in my life. I couldn’t have been more wrong.” She paused for a breath. Alyss’ heart hammered in her ribs hard enough to crack a bone. “I’ve squandered too much time already. I want to be with you. Now and always. Do you want the same?” 

Alyss could feel the silence that stretched between them, like a muffling cloak in her mind. She fumbled for the words to say, but could not find them. Shadowheart’s eyes searched hers, desperation gnawing at her irises. Alyss stopped, sucked in a breath to steady herself, and let it out slowly. 

“I want nothing more, love. Now and always.” She whispered. Warmth flooded Shadowheart’s smile as new tears washed down her face. 

“It wasn’t too long ago that I could never imagine smiling again,” she murmured. “Shows what I know.” 

Alyss grinned, warmth flooding her body. Her mind buzzed, the trials and pains of the last twenty four hours forgotten. “I have been trying to tell you-” 

Her words jumbled and stopped as the former cleric of shar seized her by the chin and kissed her. Something in Alyss’ heart burst, flooding her body with warmth. Whatever she had been thinking, it was gone now. The kiss shocked her mind blank. Her skin was on fire. Her blood boiled. Her heart melted as it beat. She could taste the tears in their kiss, but it somehow made it all the sweeter. 

When Shadowheart broke away, it was too soon. Her face felt strangely cool without the cleric’s lips on hers. Alyss immediately began to scheme how to get her to do it again. Every nerve ending in her body felt as if it had been shocked, leaving her buzzing and dizzy. 

“Keep your sarcasm for later.” Shadowheart smiled. 

“I couldn’t possibly-” Shadowheart’s lips landed on hers, and Alyss’ mind was wiped blank a second time. 

“Not to interrupt,” Wyll called for a long way away. “But we do still have a battle to fight.” 

Alyss relaxed as their lips parted again. The world had righted itself in her mind. Now there was only one thing left to do. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, hauling Shadowheart up beside her.

The former cleric of Shar seized her hand, interlacing their fingers. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, her former confidence eluding her. “I’ll have a target on my back for the rest of my days. Shar does not forgive or forget.”

Alyss smiled.  

“I know we have a lot to talk about, especially after all that.” she nodded toward the lonely gate leading back into the tomb. “But we will deal with it, right after we kick Ketheric’s ass. Sharrian assassins, old necromancers, even the gods damned Absolute isn’t going to stop us, alright?”

Shadowheart nodded, a small smile on her lips. “Together?” 

Alyss grinned. “Always.”

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[fridamoss]

Is This The Love (That I'm Feelin'?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 5)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob goes back to Loot after a shocking revelation. Their desire for each other reaches boiling point.

This is a Bob Floyd/you fiction, you being 'Loot', short for Lieutenant.

Warnings: The F bomb, touching, grinding, kissing, fingering, handjob. 18+ only.

Word count: 2,473

You looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling a bit silly. ‘Let me just get something to wear.’ 

Bob gently took your arm as you made your way toward your room. ‘Hold on,’ he whispered.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned toward him. Cerulean blue eyes searching your face. 

‘Tell me.’ 

You sat side by side in silence for a minute.

A carefully planned monologue curtesy of your friend was forgotten and a mess of words ran at him. Bob placed a hand on your knee, gesturing for you to take a breath.

‘We didn’t run away, let me just get that one thing clear. As soon as I turned eighteen, I told my folks I was marrying David. He was a close friend for a long time, we grew up together. And as soon as we married, we left that town and moved across the country. I joined the Navy and he got a job as an engineer. We never divorced and we never lived together.’

Bob nodded, he understood. ‘Why not just move, why get married?’

You cleared your throat, ‘My folks would never have left me leave if I didn’t have someone to “care” for me. Like I said, they had a fucked up sense of ownership. A woman can’t really have a life outside of domesticity.’ You smiled sadly, ‘it’s their way,’ you added. 

‘And David?’ Bob had spent a lot of the last hour thinking about your husband, what he looked like, why he wasn’t in your life.

‘David’s a good guy. He’s pretty much still my best friend. That’s him.’ You pointed to a photograph on the wall.

Bob squinted at the wall you were pointing at, realising he’d left his glasses on your bedside table. 

He stood to get a better look. From what he could tell, your husband was taller than you but all other features were blurred. 

‘Why are you still married, after all this time?’

‘Divorce is expensive.’ You replied, shrugging.

Bob looked back at you. All anger and upset forgotten, you were earnest. You always had been. 

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I never wanted to hurt you.’

‘I believe you,’ Bob said simply, settling next to you. Opening his arms, resting his chin on your head as you moved in close. 

Bob had thought about calling Nat, to run the whole thing by her and get her advice. But honestly, he didn’t want anyone else to know, it was your story to tell, not his. The last thing he wanted to do was completely ruin his chances by blabbing your business around the base. While he’d been out on the beach throwing rocks into the water and thinking over his next move, he decided that he was going to take his own advice; go back to you. That’s what he wanted so that’s what he did. Grabbing a small bouquet from the corner shop, he had knocked on your door, hoping against hope you’d still have him.

‘Any skeletons in your closet, Bob? Now’s the time to say somethin’, while we’re being honest.’ 

Bob shook his head slightly. You’d turned in his arms as he lay back, face to face, rubbing noses gently and sharing soft kisses.

‘Well, if you really wanna know, my family call me Robbie, it’s actually what I prefer.’

‘Oh, how come you didn’t say it earlier.’ 

Bob kissed your pouting lips. ‘I like how you say Bob. So call me whatever you want.’

‘That’s my deepest, darkest secret,’ He told you.

‘Nope, I know faces like yours. People always have something hidden, but I’m guessing all your hidden treasures are pleasant.’

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. ‘Can’t wait to find out, huh?’ 

The knot in your stomach had loosened, finally. 

‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ he pleaded.

After a breath, pulling back to look at his face, his rumpled hair, you leaned back in, missing his heat against your chest. ‘I’m thinking you’re the most understanding, patient man on earth.’

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ he began interlacing your fingers together. 

‘So you tell me what you’re thinking, Robbie.’

‘I’m thinking that I’m crazy jealous that I didn’t get to be your first husband. But I hope I get to at least be your boyfriend. Since we’re being honest.’ Bob squinted at you, wishing he had his glasses so he could make out your face a little clearer. 

‘You really wanna be my boyfriend?’ There was a little teasing in your tone. 

‘Mmhmm’, he nodded with such enthusiasm that you laughed, kissing him until both of you lost your breath.

It didn’t take long for your hands to roam under Bob’s pristine white shirt, your knuckles running slowly toward the happy trail you just knew would be there. His hips bucked up involuntarily when you moaned his name. ‘You can touch me. I need you to touch me.’

Bob had both of his hands on your face, holding you close to him, afraid that you would disappear into a wisp of smoke. He wanted these kisses to last forever. 

But you needed him to touch you and god, he wanted to touch you too. 

Tentatively running his fingertips across the naked skin of your shoulder and down, down to the base of your spine, finding his confidence again, he dipped his fingers into your panties and grabbed a palmful of your ass. 

You gasped at the sensation, his hot hand squeezing your flesh while his mouth was greedy on yours. Heat was blooming in your cunt. One of your legs lay across the cushions and the other rested between Bob thighs. Shifting up during one of his ass squeezes, you took advantage of the position and began rubbing yourself against his crotch. 

‘Oh you’re starting that, huh baby?’ His voice hoarse with need.

‘Feels good,’ you whimpered, sounding like a pathetic mess already.

Bob grunted, pushing his hips upwards and hitting your clit just right. 

‘Keep doing that, don’t stop, please.’ 

‘I have to stop, I have to,’ he croaked, pushing you off him. ‘Lemme get my glasses.’

‘What the hell, why do you need your glasses?’ you asked him, exasperated.

Bob grabbed his glasses from your bedside locker, not even sparing himself a glance in your bedroom mirror. There was no time to check if he looked decent, he had left you panting and aching for him on your sofa. 

‘Ok, I’m ready now.’ He grinned, watching you fall onto your back, your hair falling around your head like a halo. 

‘You’re so beautiful,’ his words muffled as he kissed your jaw. ‘I needed to see you, really see you,’ Bob ran the back of his hand across your chest and down to where you wanted him most.

Fingers teasing at the growing wet patch on your panties. 

‘I want to see how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.’

In a swift movement, he had pushed your panties aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You bit your lip, a moan that would have made a prostitute proud escaped you anyway. 

Bob looked surprised. ‘I haven’t even done anything yet.’ 

‘I know it’s going to be good. You’re definitely going to get me off real quick.’

Your mouth was watering at the sight of his bicep bulging as he began playing with you, his middle finger gathering your wetness and running along your slit to your aching bud. 

Your hips lifted slightly when he entered a finger into your heat. ‘So wet,’ Bob whispered.

‘That’s all you, you make me so wet,’ if there was a slither of hope of you experiencing an orgasm with Bob’s fingers inside you without being an absolute babbling mess, it was disappearing fast. 

‘The strong, silent type really get me going. Fuck me, you know what you’re doing with your fingers.’

Bob had added a second finger, bending them and grinding upwards until he saw your face shift, knowing then that he’d found the right spot. 

This wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew exactly where women needed to be touched to orgasm, but he wanted this to be amazing for you. 

‘More, please Bob, I want more.’

‘More fingers?’ he pressed, but you shook your head from side to side, guiding his hand to your breast. 

Good Lord, he was gonna cum in his pants, the third time his cock would have betrayed him today. 

Your hand laid over his letting him know how you wanted to be touched, so he held on to you tight as his fingers pushed in and out of you. 

Bob licked his lips and dove in to mouth your nipple through your shirt. 

Chanting his name, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your walls squeezing around his fingers. 

‘Robbie that was so good.’ 

‘Felt good to me too,’ Bob panted, sliding his hand gently out of you and your panties. 

‘Let me touch you.’ You voice was small, still swirling from your pleasure. 

‘Are you sure? You don’t have to coz I…’ he motioned what he had just been doing to you.

Shaking your head ‘now you blush?’ you smiled up at him; your beautiful soft, shy Bob.

‘No, pressure but I’m really, really hard for you right now!’ He sat back on his heels, watching you reach out for his zipper. 

‘I really want to.’ Your perfect eyebrow raised at him, the same way you did that first night you spoke at the party. Only now he allowed himself to fully involve himself in the sight before him. This was real and it wasn’t improper.

Bob felt suddenly exposed, his shyness coming to the surface at the worst of times. 

‘I want to take care of you.’ Making quick work of the button and zip of his shorts, you pressed your hand against his straining bulge. 

A whimper sounded above you, Bob’s brows were pressed together in concentration. 

Don’t cum, don’t cum. His mind screamed at him, demanding that his cock would listen. 

But you were licking your lips and glancing up at him with glassy eyes. Your hair mussed from writhing on his fingers moments ago.

‘Please, just, grab it,’ he swallowed hard when you yanked down the waistband of his boxers, exposing him to you for the first time.

It was only natural to gauge your reaction. He knew he was a little bigger than the average dude. The guys in the locker room had teased him a little about it. He didn’t mind being objectified by you though.

So he peeked down at you and saw your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your mouth was watering at the sight of him laying heavy in your palm.

You wondered for a minute if he wanted your hand or your mouth. 

You wouldn’t be you without teasing the man for a while though, so you looked up at him, his lips pressed together, waiting for you to do something. 

You took pity on him, poor Bob. He’d been so good to you so far.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock you gave it a couple of gentle tugs, feeling the weight of him. Bob mumbled and closed his eyes. 

The skin of his shaft was so soft and warm in your palm. But you had never seen a man so painfully hard and he was really trying to keep it together. The thoughts of him getting so riled up made you flutter inside, you’d definitely be ready if he wanted to fuck you right now.

‘Is that ok?’ Voice gentle so as not to pull him from his pleasure too suddenly. 

Bob grabbed at the hand you’d placed on his hip and cupped it under your chin. ‘Spit.’ 

You did as he asked, letting him guide your hand to his cock. Rubbing the wetness across the head and down to his balls. 

You could feel the heat coming from him, blood pumping fast as he watched you work him. Wet flingers sliding and squeezing the head of his cock, working it expertly. He hadn’t told you to pull the skin taut as he began twitching, but you did it, and he came hard with a whimper. You saw his neck veins bulge as he gasped for air, like he was coming up from the depths.

Hot ropes of cum hit your chest and your neck, some puddling in your palm as you held it out to catch it. 

‘Fucking hell, I…’ Bob tried and failed to form a sentence. ‘Your hand was so damn good I can’t wait to try your mouth.’

The words had tumbled out of him before he could stop it.

‘Well, well, I knew there was a bad boy in there.’ 

Bob leaned down to kiss you, hoping you’d kiss away the blush in his cheeks and the dirty thoughts. 

He tucked himself back into his pants and helped you stand so you could go to the bathroom to clean up.

‘I could honestly use a drink.’ You called out to him from the bathroom.

Bob checked his watch, it was still early enough that he could take you for a drink and a burger somewhere. 

‘How about we head to the hard deck?’ 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you thought you’d need about an hour to get ready. 

‘How about you let me shower and try do something with my hair first. Then we can head out?’

Bob appeared, leaning against he doorframe. He looked you over, biting his lip. 

‘You definitely can’t wear those panties.’ Bob had the audacity to wink as you playfully pushed him out into the hallway.

‘I gotta go home and shower too, get out of these clothes and into something a little less relaxed.’

Between kisses and nose bumps you decided you’d meet him at the bar in an hour. It was hard letting him go, you kissed him all the way to your front door. He backed out slowly, never taking his hands from your waist until he came dangerously close to your front step. 

Then he took the short walk home with a bounce in his step and a smile he couldn’t wipe off his face. 

Loot is my girlfriend. The sentence went round and round in his head. Loot is MY girlfriend. 

He checked his phone as he got in the door, seeing that you’d already text him, he opened it to see a picture of you wearing the hottest bra and panties set he’d ever imagined.

‘Will these be ok to wear to the hard deck?’ 

Bob swallowed hard, you were going to make this evening very difficult for him, but in the best way.

‘Yes ma’am.’ He replied before checking his wallet for condoms. He would need ALL of the condoms.

The next chapter is gonna spicy as hell.

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[written-in-flowers]

Bestie i know youre swamped with requests and life in general but the thought of rosebud asking for otto in the middle of a council meeting just to have him bc shes feeling horny has not left my mind since you mentioned it in part 2 😭

Just a random thing too: i have otto hightower as my lockscreen pic and i assume people whos seen it wonder why i have and old man on my lockscreen but tHEY DONT KNOW HIM LIKE I DO HE'S MY POOR MEOW MEOW HES MY BLORBO MY FAVOURITE CHEW TOY MY daddy

A/N: I have yet to change my lockscreen (Namjoon from BTS holds my heart in his big hands), but I totally get where you're coming from lmao I absolutely adore Otto and he's become one of my faves <3 Life has definitely kept me from putting out requests, but just know I am writing lol

Warnings: public sex, quickie, breast/nipple play, and voyeurism (a little bit).

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He should have suspected something when you came nearly flying into the small council room. Breathless, you bowed to Viserys and excused yourself for the sudden intrusion, but you needed to speak with him. You said it was urgent, and important. Viserys, entirely fond of you, allowed him to leave. A streak of panic ran through his back as he followed you out of the council chamber and into the corridor. You rushed ahead of him, your blue and grey gown billowing behind you, and led him around a corner. He worried it might be Cedric or another personal matter. Had Cedric's condition worsened? The maester said your son was at full health again. Had you become ill? You didn't appear feverish or injured.

Had Daemon approached you? The Prince left King's Landing early this morning, and it'd be like him to visit you. He felt his blood boiling already picturing the handsome prince putting his hands on you. He'd kill him. He'd kill him with his bare hands.

However, that turned out not to be the case. Otto noticed you guided him into an empty corridor, then outside nowhere near your chambers or the maester's tower. He spotted the fire burning in your eyes, your heavy breathing and your hands immediately grasping for him. Halfway down the corridor, you pulled him out of sight into a slot in the wall. Behind a large stone dragon statue, you and Otto were out of sight of anyone passing by. You pressed yourself to the wall and kissed him fiercely. Your lips crashed into his, and hungrily opened his mouth to touch his tongue. Otto did not mind the kiss, even with teeth briefly gnashing together, and certainly didn't object to the hands reaching under his doublet to untie his breeches.

"What is the meaning of this, sweetling?" he asked amusedly, pecking your lips while you slid your hand into his pants. He gasped when your gentle hand grasped his shaft and started slowly tugging it. "Could you not wait for me?"

"No," you whined, kissing at his neck and putting his hand on your breast. You didn't wear a corset. He could tell from how nothing kept you from him. "I couldn't."

"We were in the middle of an important discussion, rosebud."

"You can go back to it when I'm done with you."

He'll admit, this had been a fantasy of his since you mentioned it on your wedding night. He liked the idea of you coming to see him, aroused and wet already, and desperate for his cock. Otto braced himself against the wall behind you while you stroked him. Your dress already slightly off your shoulders, it didn't take much to pull them down further until your breasts spilled out. Otto licked one of your nipples, hearing you whimper at the tongue lashing the sensitive center. He gave it a few soft suckles, focusing on your pleasure while you pulled him out of his breeches. How you aroused him so easily. It only took a little bit of stroking to make him suddenly hard. But, he knew you'd only take him when it was rock solid and standing at attention for you. He groaned, sucking your other nipple, when he felt your thumb rub the underside of his tip. You horny little girl. Feeling one of his hands go down your side, you lifted your dress a bit for him to stick his hand between your thighs.

Gods, you were wet. Soaking. Dripping. He wondered how you'd become so aroused so quickly. Otto liked to think you'd been playing with yourself, imagining him there with you, before you realized fingers aren't good enough. He understood that sometimes having a partner was better than doing it alone. You must've been needy if you wanted him so much you interrupted a small council meeting. Rolling his fingers over the center of your clit, he moved them up and over it repeatedly. This drove you wild. Your slick coated his fingers, dripping into his hand, and made it easier for him to tease you. He continued licking and kissing your breasts, unable to help himself; you massaged his length with both hands now, his precum making it easier for you. He wanted to be inside you; especially now that he knew your desperation for him.

"Fuck me, Otto," you moaned again, eyes closing at his fingers sliding over your entrance. "Please. Don't tease me anymore. Just put it in me, please."

"As you wish."

He lifted you so your legs went around his waist, and your arms hooked around his neck. Holding you up against the wall, he sheathed himself fully inside you. He couldn't believe what he was doing, and with such a beautiful woman. He did not hold back at all. Otto slammed himself inside you, his balls slapping your ass every time he pushed upwards. You buried your face in his neck, using his clothes to muffle your moans. He gritted his teeth to keep back his own groaning; your tight walls clenched him, as if your body wished to trap him inside you. He looked to see your tits bouncing with the force, supple with your hard nipples right in front of him. Otto loved watching them whenever he could. They were all his. Every inch of you belonged to him. The fact that you willingly sought him out for a bit of pleasure awed him. He never thought he'd have such a young, sensual, lascivious beauty in his arms, chest exposed and cunt squeezing him. He almost came from that alone, but you came first. In a few more thrusts, Otto felt you tremble against him and give muffled commands for him to keep going at that pace; that he was hitting the right spot, and to never stop. Soon, his sweet rosebud was slicking him with her cum. He heard a soft squishing coming from below, and he guess you leaked more than he thought.

Otto pounded you into the wall soon enough, spilling his seed deep inside you. It mixed with your juices to create more mess. All the tension that built up inside him released the moment he climaxed. Otto knew his arms and thighs will ache tomorrow, but it was worth it to satisfy you. He kissed your lips, feeling you coming down from your orgasm, and held you there for a few minutes. Then he set you down to the floor.

"Thank you, Husband," you whispered, kissing his lips. "You always know exactly what to do to make me cum so much."

"I hope so. I've been inside you long enough to know by now." He pecked your lips, and nuzzled your nose, "I do wonder what stirred up my wife so much she came seeking me out..."

"N-Nothing special," you said. "I'd been reading that book again, and the stories make me so wet..." you straightened yourself up, fixing your hair, "And I get wetter when I imagine you doing those things to me."

"Pray tell," he replied, tucking himself back into his trousers, "What 'things' did you read about?"

You gave a mischievous smile, and said, "You'll have to find out some other time. I believe you have a meeting to get back to, don't you?"

He chuckled, pinching your chin and kissing you, "You little tease."

The both of you shared a sincere kiss, full of love and tenderness, before pulling away. Looking presentable, you each stepped out from behind the statue. Nobody came down this hall in the morning, so he doubted anybody spotted or heard you. You gave him one final kiss, said you'd see him at supper, and left him standing in front of the small council chamber. He watched you leave, amazed by your resilience. You walked as if your husband had not just been inside you, giving a quick one before continuing his day. Walking back into the council room, he imagined his cum slowly leaking from your sex and onto your inner thighs. He'd love to lick it up for you, then spit it back into your pretty mouth. Perhaps he'll do that tonight, if you were up for it again.

"I trust everything is all right with Y/N and Cedric?" the king asked once he sat back down.

"All is well, I assure you, Your Grace," he answered. "My lady wife can be quick to the worse conclusions when it comes to Cedric."

"She is a new mother, after all," Lord Beesbury chimed in. "It's only natural for her to be worried."

"Agreed," the king said. "Shall we discuss the coppers, Lord Beesbury?"

"Yes, Your Grace. The crown has spent-"

Otto listened to Lord Beesbury inform them of the crown's recent expenses, but in the back of his mind, he pictured you back in your chambers. You liked to nibble on food after sex, so he imagined Emely brought you a small spread with tea. He wished he could be with you. He'd hold you close on your bed, kissing you softly while you talked. Perhaps he'll go to you when the meeting ends. A nice tea with you and Cedric sounded nice.

He did wonder what aroused you so suddenly...

***

(Earlier that day)

You'd left Cedric in the nursery with Helaena and her children while you went to fetch Emely. The girl told you she'd be back with Cedric's blanket some time ago, and she hadn't returned. You didn't mind going to find her, but it wasn't like Emely to not work quickly. Walking up the stairs towards your bedroom, you stopped when you heard a soft moan. It made you pause and listen at the door.

"-Yes, yes, just like that...Just like that...Moan how she moans."

You recognized Daemon's voice immediately. The heavy panting and moaning belonged to Emely; you'd been with her enough times to pick out the sounds. However, she did sound slightly different. She'd changed her voice slightly to mimick yours as best she could. Carefully, you opened your chamber door a crack to peek into the room.

Laying bent over the dining table, dress at her waist and breasts flat on the table, Emely fisted the cloth on the table. They both faced profile to the door, so you saw where their bodies met; Emely's ass rippled each time she was thrusted into. You saw the need for release in her eyes. Sweat beaded her forehead, making stray hair strands stick to her skin, and her braided hair became messy and loose. You looked up from her to the man behind her. Daemon, sweaty and half naked, gripped Emely's hips and pounded into her harshly. The sounds of his body snapping into hers mingled with their moans and grunts. You saw his pale chest and stomach, years of training giving him hard muscles. His silver hair chopped at his shoulders was tousled, and curtaining his face. He kept his eyes on where his and Emely's bodies met, seeing his cock disappear inside her each time. You should be outraged. You should storm into the room and demand an explanation. He's supposed to be on a ship headed back to Pentos.

Then, Daemon looked up. He looked up and stared right at the door where you were. Rather than call to you or say anything, he smirked and chuckled. He began making long strokes so you saw It going inside Emely. He even pushed her dress further up for you to have a better view. Daemon said so much more with his eyes than his mouth. They scanned down your body, undressing you and peeling back layers, licking his lips and letting out another grunt. You clenched your thighs together watching them. Your nipples slowly became erect, and you had a desire to touch them. Daemon must've noticed this dark lust in your stare, because by his grin, he dared you to touch yourself.

No. You couldn't. You wouldn't. Not to Otto. Not to your husband. You instantly shut the door, and therefore shut Daemon Targaryen out of your mind. You'd heard from Emely what a fantastic lover he is; that prostitutes often looked on as he took other women, wishing it was them. Otto was better. Otto loved you. He knew your body in ways Daemon did not, and never would. You stormed out of the tower and headed for the small council chambers.

You'd have him. Not Daemon. Never Daemon.

***

A/N: ooooh close, but no cigar, huh? Rosie almost gave in for a second there, but she loves our Otto far too much to betray him that way. Hmmm, I wonder what it'd take for her to finally crack? Too bad Daemon's no longer in King's Landing. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble, thanks so much <3

#otto hightower #otto x reader #otto x you #otto x yn #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

This is me maybe being mean but a part of me thinks one reason they made Sokka’s Zuko field trip two episodes instead of one like for Aang’s and Katara’s is because Zuko… hasn’t interacted with Sokka much at all prior to this.

Zuko’s dynamics with Aang and Katara are just more interesting and better established prior to him even joining the gaang.

They needed more time to actually make it work for the boiling rock and not seem out of nowhere/have insane pacing issues. I mean you can even see how awkward it is on the air ship as opposed to the ease Zuko and Aang on Appa just the episode prior, as Zuko grumbles and Aang is amused. Heck even with Katara, while all business it just doesn’t seem as weird.

And the boiling rock eps do work! Really well. But like Aang and Katara (especially Aang) all have things you can sink your teeth into prior to this with Zuko. Sokka doesn’t.

Aang and Zuko are the Yin and Yang of the show. Zuko and Katara in a sense are both linked to Aang as almost devotees and followers of the Avatar if only in opposing and differing ways, and Aang offers them both hope and connection. In a sense Zuko is a foil for both of them.

Even outside this, Aang and Katara both have soft quiet moments with Zuko even if the guy can’t help but to ruin them sadly (The Blue Spirit which kills me every time, The season 2 finale). Aang has saved Zuko without him even realising it (season 1 finale). Zuko saved Appa without Aang knowing for a while. Katara is Aang’s protector in many ways while Zuko is the threat to his safety. This is a reason Zuko also has to atone to them both. Basically Zuko has lots of things to work with here so they can hit the ground running with their field trips without much preamble. Southern Raiders does have some things I’d change about it, but it makes sense that it would only need one episode like Aang’s and has great individual scenes within it which feel earned.

Sokka. Hrm. I got nothing. I mean they’re both older brothers of talented benders but that’s about it and like I said, prior to boiling rock: not a lot going on there. It doesn’t exactly factor into their interactions much because they don’t beyond a few lines here and there. Basically, Zuko’s most important gaang relationships in show goes: Aang as the most important, then Katara as the clear silver medalist and then a big gaping gap before it hurtles towards anyone else.

Honestly just on a personal level, I think post show Zuko will eventually be closer to Toph than Sokka. But that’s just based on their backgrounds and vibes.

Ngl, I would love it if FBM also got a second episode, or hell even SR. I think either one could also benefit from a longer run time: but if they only had one field trip that could be two episodes long, it makes sense to go to the field trip that needs it the most frankly.

#Atla #antizukka #I guess #Not really #I just find it weird when posts talk as if they have the deepest relationship on the show #I don’t really see it

[battleangelaelita]

Alas, Oedipus

Zuko and Azula obviously have had a very combative relationship, but this idea that Azula is Zuko’s abuser is just utter nonsense and there’s nothing in the show that demonstrates that. In Zuko’s flashbacks, she’s his bratty little sister who annoys him and is the favorite for his father’s attentions, and he’s got a chip on his shoulder because she’s more talented at the things he thinks matter in life.

Very shortly after that, Zuko gets banished and they don’t meet again for three years. When they do, he’s a fugitive, and Azula goes out of her way to try to take Zuko alive and unharmed. Manipulative and deceptive, but it was the way to spare his life by pinning all the blame on Iroh. That’s more or less the what she ends up doing at the end of season 2 anyway.

In the first half of season 3, they’re occasionally at odds, and Azula still doesn’t fully trust him, but she gave him credit for killing the Avatar, and rather than share with her this secret that could harm them both, Zuko tries to quietly take care of it himself. They mostly do what maladjusted brothers and sisters do, until Zuko betrays her.

Yeah sure, Zuko made the right choice, but that’s Zuko for you. He’ll do the right thing in the end, but only after exhausting all other alternatives. Their antagonism is limited to a few fights where they’re on the opposite side of a war. First in Boiling Rock Pt. 2, where Azula at worst just resigns Zuko to being killed by the Warden ordering them to cut the cable. If Azula really were as ruthless as some people believe, she would have cut the cable herself, or lightning bent them.

Only after this results in Mai betraying her, and Ty Lee stopping Azula from doing something she’d regret does Azula actually voice any intention to kill Zuko. Who is not only an active traitor from her perspective, but also induced the two people she trusted most to turn on her. Not a lot of real room for umbrage on Zuko’s part for this, he only just found his moral compass like four episodes prior.

After that is the Last Agni Kai. Azula is poised to be crowned Fire Lord, however diminished that title has become under the pretensions of the self-proclaimed Phoenix King, and Zuko’s come to usurp her. Of course it’s a fight to the death. Azula is the only one who expresses any regret that it’s come to this. She might be lying, she might not be, but Zuko our hero can’t seem to find any sense of the tragedy that their tyrannical father had brought them to this.

From what we saw in the show itself, they’re both abuse victims of their father, and their mother is ultimately unable to really help either of them. I am not so anti-Ursa as some when it comes to Azula. Obviously they didn’t have the best relationship, but it’s very easy to see why with Ursa being forced to leave like that Azula could come to the belief that Ursa didn’t love her or thought she was a monster.

With that settled, let’s talk about where we actually see real abuse. The sequel comics. And it’s not Azula doing the abuse. It’s Gene Yang abusing my patience.

Everything about the asylum, the treatment of Azula and other patients there, how Zuko treats with her years later when he finally lowers himself to visit is Kafka-on-stilts deranged. It’s a nightmarishly abusive, and no one seems to think anything wrong about how anyone is being treated there. I’ll save my gripes about how out-of-schema a 19th/20th century European sanitarium is for the Avatar setting is for another time, but suffice to say this is a world where the supernatural is real and people talk to disembodied spirits, so locking someone up for hearing voices is ridiculous.

Gosh, is it so surprising that Azula, having spent years in a waking nightmare attended by people who make Nurse Ratchet seem a standard of care would have no positive feelings at all towards the man who put her there, and would lash out at him at every given opportunity. But the comics have to rub salt int he wound.

Immediately preceding this, Azula was bouncing in and out of hallucinations chiefly about how she felt unwanted and unloved, and might have even gotten grips on it if Zuko hadn’t violated her trust and taken the letter off her, feeding into her hallucinations. And in the ensuing fight, Zuko goes off on a rant about how she’s done nothing but torment him his entire life while holding her over a cliff.

The only thing interesting about this mess is that in the world of the comics, Zuko is still not ready to deal with the abuse he suffered from his father, and thus all the negative feelings he has for Ozai get transferred to Azula, a safer target for hate than the man he spent so much of his life looking up to and wanting to please. It’s a very human response of course, but the problem is that so many readers, who should know better, take such a Zuko-centric reading of the story that they end up misdirecting the father-son conflict into a brother-sister conflict.

Freudian concepts are obviously of limited utility, but they do hold immense value in the realm of literature, hence the title of this post. Everyone loves a good joke about that motherfucker Oedipus, but people forget often that in both the psychoanalytic concept and the myth it wasn’t even primarily about the son’s relationship with his mother: it’s about the son’s conflict with his father. In psychoanalytic terms it was the sublimation of the conflict with the paternal figure and methods of child rearing that we would pretty universally call abusive, with attachment to the less violent and more caring mother figure. In the myth, Oedipus’ father Laius literally tried to murder his infant son due to a prophecy and thus, as was standard in myth, inadvertently conspired to make it so.

What then is the existence of the Promise and the Search comics but the importation of more of the Oedipal into Avatar, by contriving more reasons for why Ursa was out of their lives permanently, more reasons for her to be a purely put-upon victim, to create a reason for her to not re-emerge once Ozai is overthrown and her son is safely on the throne? More attachment to the mother on the pedestal, so no one stops and thinks about how fucking awful of a father Ozai is.

#atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #azula #zuko #anti Gene Yang #ableism

[undiscovered-horizon]

Soft!Touchstarved!Billy Russo (Part 2)

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Part 2 because there's a character limit (part 1 here)

Billy gets nightmares about what he's done and seen

Like 9/10 times he can deal with it just fine

But this one occasion sets off something inside him

He jolts awake, frantically looking for you, for the comfort you bring him

His movements wake you up and when you notice his quick breaths and scared gaze, you immediately know what's up

You're holding him, gently rocking your bodies

"Deep breaths, baby, deep breaths. It's okay, Billy. We're alright."

(TIP: it's good to match the breathing of a panicking person and gradually slow down. They will automatically follow your breathing pattern)

The situation gets worse when he wakes up and you're not next to him

An air raid siren is going off in his head

Soon, Billy finds you in the kitchen or walking out of the bathroom

And he just latches onto you, making you nearly fall over

Picks you up and carries you to bed, wrapping you in his limbs

(no escaping that one tho)

You know it's not easy to intimidate him, so for a nightmare to get him like this, he must've dreamed about something truly awful

To some degree, you're thankful he doesn't talk about it

Billy might tell you to not scare him like that again

Since we're talking about Upset Billy™️, let's elaborate on the low-key insecurities he has

Like in the memorable merry-go-round sequence where he yells to Frank that no one will mourn them should they die

And that they are not good people, never have been

They're meant to just follow orders, fight the old men's wars and die

So as I have stated in Dating Billy Russo, he genuinely believes that an apple pie life is not for him. He accepts that as a fact.

Therefore, there are two strong forces inside him: on one hand, he sees himself as a person unable and/or unworthy of romantic commitment, while on the other hand, he desperately wants it after meeting you

It's like dipping your toes in the water to see if the tide takes you

And although such insecurities are not visible on an everyday basis, there are moments when it's clear, when he's doubting your relationship

Because you're wonderful! Billy wonders if you weren't better off with someone more meant for a family life

It's still a new sensation to Billy that you want him and all he brings with him

Of course you would mourn him!!!

"Billy, if you die on me, I will bring you back and kill you again myself."

This is like the most sentimental thing anyone has ever told him, really

It's just hard for him to wrap his head around that idea

He knows he's loved (you do say it quite often) but doesn't know just how much

And the odd realizations make him go uncharacteristically soft

Although he might try to play it off

But let's be honest, he can't fool you

This boils down to the two of you holding each other, whispering your mutual affections and exchanging soft pecks

"You deserve the world, Billy"

He lives a pretty hectic life, especially emotionally-wise

Billy is the quiet frustrated type, drinking his drink and staring off into space

Anyone who comes at him in this state should be prepared for sultry words

But if it's you, he's gonna give in

You're silently holding his head against your torso, gently caressing the side of his face

And his frustration is slowly fading away

Besides, he'd rather wrestle a hippo than hurt you in any way

Another thing is Billy’s worried for you

It’s not the cutesy odd thoughts about your partner during the day

It’s a legit fear nested in reality

Because he’s done shit and any day someone might try to take him down

And what easier way could there be to hurt or have a leverage on Billy than hurt the person he loves?

Although nothing has happened yet, he knows it’s highly probable it will, at some point

So when you don’t answer/return his call or don’t text him back for a long time, he gets worried

At first you thought he was being a little paranoid and controlling but you have realized that it’s you who’s downplaying the situation

When you come home (ya know, alive and well) after basically going radio silent for whatever reason, Billy is clearly upset

He’s giving you a lecture as you’re trying to calm him down

But it always ends the same: Billy is holding you, his face’s in the crook of your neck and he’s expressing his genuine worry for you

Out of curiosity, you have once asked him how much he can lift

And Billy’s a little bastard so he picks you up with ease and says ”Enough”

Bathing together, sitting between his legs and leaning against him

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your shoulder

#fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #scenario #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel scenario #billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo scenario #billy russo the punisher #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #billy russo imagine #punisher #the punisher #billy russo fluff #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher headcanons #the punisher imagine #billy russo headcanons #punisher x reader #punisher scenario

[redrook]

Hey I'm writing a BG3 Dark Urge/Astarion fic. They make each other worse. Most of the story is planned to take place after the game.

Summary:

Astarion could scarcely tolerate that little blue-skinned candle-eyed bard. She was altogether too saccharine, as though her cloud of hair of after-storm silver was held aloft as a halo above her too-sure saintly mien.

This was why, he would later excuse himself, he was too shocked to wipe off the boar blood smeared across his mouth and properly hide when he caught her dragging a poorly butchered wreck of a corpse across the forest floor.

They stared at each other from across the woods in silence. Alorn still had her clawed digits wrapped tight around the corpse’s ankles. A bead of blood rolled down Astarion’s chin and splattered onto the boar at his feet.

Authors Notes from Chapter 4 to entice you:

Notes:

1. Some of you may be thinking I'm trying to claim Lae'zel is better in bed than Astarion. That couldn't be further from the truth. Astarion is a celebrity's personal chef whereas Lae'zel is avant-garde high cuisine chef with an untraceable accent and possible mob connections. Astarion will cook your favorite meals, exactly how you like them, exactly how you want them, technically perfect down to the last detail each time with the best and freshest ingredients. Then he will go home and microwave himself some Chinese takeout. Lae'zel, however, will serve you an 11 course meal on a spectrum of "yes, this is definitely food" to looking around desperately at everyone else trying to see what parts are edible. You try to scrape some food off a rock with a fork, and suddenly she's standing over your shoulder. She says that meal is not meant to be eaten with a fork. She says you will lick that food off that rock as she, the chef, intended or someone more appreciative will come to take your place. You lick the food off the rock while she watches silently over you. She's wearing a full reflective face-visor. The next meal she comes out wielding a blowtorch and full PPE. Every bite is delicious and every moment a terror.

2. The Dark Urge is a virgin. I cannot and will not imagine anyone like that ever being interested in sex with another person. Yes, I am correct. But what about Gortash, you may ask. They definitely fucked, you may say. Oh they were definitely in sexual relationship. But it was the kind of freak shit with dozens of people and live sacrifices and weird rich people animal masks that somehow still boiled down to the two of them standing fully clothed on opposite sides of the room locked in silent eye contact. The Dark Urge is a virgin.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durge #fic