#I KEEP HAVING THIS PROBLEM. there are like two other books i need badly that do not exist for free anywhere on the internet and cost

[toriangeli]

Re: Daniel's flashback of Armand

I know our minds jumped to the "Armand is Alice" theory. At least, mine did. But that explains nothing about why Daniel thinks of that specific memory. It seems like such a non-sequitur, him remembering a story about selling his dad's dirty magazines in middle school. What's also weird is Armand telling him about it.

We know the original interview was traumatic for Daniel, so I have two theories:

Armand is trying to calm Daniel down from some kind of panic by using grounding techniques. This would be weird because grounding techniques are usually a lot more physical, involving the senses to bring one back to the present reality. Why this would be relevant to his proposal memories, I'm not sure.

Armand has Daniel in a state of hypnosis and is implanting a memory. Why is he implanting a memory about selling dirty magazines? No clue. It doesn't seem like it serves a purpose--unless it's part of a larger narrative.

My usual problem with the "Armand is lying about everything" assumption is that Armand and vampires in general in the books don't do that much lying. Like, they'll do these short-term deceptions (see the second half of Blood Communion), but big ongoing lies are kind of a shit idea when you're immortal because you have to keep up with the lie forever. Armand does lie to Louis about Lestat being dead, and to Lestat about Louis being dead, but other than that, he doesn't do a lot of deliberate misrepresentation of the facts. Self-delusions, denial, hiding shit, but not straight-up lies. This same issue applies to the idea that Armand has been creating false memories for people willy-nilly. Which, I don't think I've seen anyone claim he is doing it willy-nilly, but one can get the impression scrolling through Tumblr seeing various people point to various scenes as being made up by Armand that everyone all the time thinks everything that doesn't make sense to them is Armand dicking with memories again.

However, in this case, Louis and Armand were never supposed to see Daniel again. They can't just rewrite his entire life, obviously, because too many people have met/know Daniel and would be like, "Dude, that so did not happen, what is wrong with you?" but if for some reason they made some big mistake during the interview and needed to fix it, they could impart some kind of narrative that couldn't be disputed or verified by anyone who knows him.

Armand also delivers the "she wanted to say yes" speech with a similar tone, but there's a warmth to it. He doesn't seem particularly emotional, although he's also not the most naturally emotive person. But with how good Assad is at subtle acting, I feel like if Armand was actually talking about himself, there would be some kind of hint to it. Instead, it just seems like Armand feels badly for Daniel (who, let's be fair, was being pretty horrible to Louis) and is trying to comfort him. Still a Devil's Minion hint either way. Armand, at least in the books, doesn't give a shit about randos he has no attachment to getting their feelings hurt. If he wants to comfort Daniel, it's because he's gotten attached.

It's in the flashback that Armand looks emotional. And I want to know why.

But yeah, I think that could be why Daniel flashed back to that weird moment. This prodding about Alice is making him remember some fuckery.

That being said, we still don't have much evidence that this is even a power that exists for these vampires. Maybe Fiction Hypnosis could do it, but idk. We'll see.

#armand #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #iwtv #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv s2 #iwtv spoilers

[myrmica]

you're fucked: the sick bastards on libgen have never even heard of the niche book about meaning in video games from 2007 you need to cite in your 4,500+ word blog post on minecraft roleplay

#i don;t remember how the post or tweet i'm trying to quote here even goes #m #I KEEP HAVING THIS PROBLEM. there are like two other books i need badly that do not exist for free anywhere on the internet and cost #like 30 dollars to access one chapter. i'm going to have to start #emailing people or something #i tried interlibrary loan through my college i got so desperate last month and they told me it was “NOT POSSIBLE”

[cow-smells]

Worth your While | Opla! Sanji x reader

Request: I've read that you are in the need for some Sanji request or ideas so here's one for a fic :D

The crew gets into a fight ( it can be the Navy or anither pirate crew) and the reader gets badly hit and Sanji just loses his shit seeing the person that he cared for the most getting knocked out?? I just genuinely wanna see Sanji just go ape shit on people because of it XD and maybe hiw the others in the clue will react to seeing Sanji like that? @smolracoon25

Summary: You and Sanji have been playing the flirting game for way too long. When you get injured, Sanji shows a side of himself you had yet to see.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm going purely off the live-action so pls have that in mind, also I'm just getting back in to the rhythm of writing after such a long time so sorry if this is poop/ooc/both, love ya :)

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“Don't you ever take a break?”

Zoro's voice coming from behind startled you, forcing you to break your longing gaze at Sanji who was fishing at the bow of the ship. “Huh?” came your wise response.

Zoro looked from you to Sanji. “You've been making moon eyes at him for months now. Don't you get tired? Or are you waiting for him to take his shift staring at you so that you can clock off?”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was far from the first time crew members commented about you and Sanji's – whatever was going on between you two – but this was the first time Zoro called you out so blatantly.

When you didn't respond, Zoro went on. “I just came to tell you we should be docking soon. I'll leave you the pleasure of telling the cook.” with that, he left.

You closed the book on your lap. You really did have the intention of reading when you first head out to the deck, having some time to kill, but then... you noticed Sanji. At first you thought you'd go sit with him for a while, flirt and banter a little as you always do, but you found yourself absorbed in taking him in instead. He was different when he was alone. The way he looked so focused, so deep in thought when it was just him and the sea. Maybe even a little sad. So different from his usual sunny exterior that he put on when he was with people. Falling in to deep thoughts wondering what he might be thinking about – maybe about you? - you sat and stared, not reading as much as a word.

The book discarded, you felt a spring in your step as you made your way to the ship's chef.

The creaking floorboards alerted your arrival. Sanji turned to see who was creeping up on him, and when he saw you, he set his fishing rod aside as a wide smile grew on his lips, his dimples deepening and making your heart miss a beat. “There's my favourite girl. Come here, let me hear all about your day.” Sanji held his arms open, beckoning you to come sit on his lap.

The flirting was nothing new. When you first joined the Strawhats, Sanji was as flirty to you as he was to any other woman; he did not expect to meet his match in you. You were quick to play along, always one-upping him, dancing along the line that separated playfulness and seriousness, never quite picking a side.

The problem was, in reality, you had chosen a side long ago.

You would flirt and giggle and make him blush but never actually act upon anything. Neither would Sanji. He, however, took your playing along as though it was a battle to be won. Sanji would flirt, you'd reply with something raunchy, he would surprise you with something heartfelt. It was as though he knew exactly where to hit in order to get you a little closer to buckling, every time. As time went on he had become so devoted to your back and forth that you noticed he had gradually abandoned all other efforts flirting with other women, to focus entirely on you.

You had to remind yourself that this was a game to him. An instinct, almost. It hurt to think of your relationship that way, but you had to keep that thought at the forefront of your mind if you didn't want to fall even harder for him.

So you would continue to play along, even if that's all that you could have with him.

You chose not to indulge him completely – that was too dangerous for you – and so you opted to bend a knee over the armrest of his chair. Close, but no contact. “Come on, Sanji,” you bent your head in what felt like a bashful manner and said, “you know I spent all day thinking of you.”

You weren't sure if he was blushing or if that was just your wishful thinking. Composing himself, Sanji wrapped an arm around you to hold your waist, lightly tracing circles on your hip. “I beg of you, darling – next time, come find me instead of just thinking of me. I'll make it worth your while.”

You wanted to ask, how will you make it worth my while? Just to hear Sanji go in to detail of what you've been fantasizing about for months. But instead, you opted for a tamer response. “I came to tell you we're docking soon. Maybe I'll find you then and you could make it worth my while with a drink.”

Without missing a beat, Sanji took hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips. “There's nothing I'd enjoy more.” With that, he kissed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

Docking started out normal. Everyone knew what their usual chores were when you reached a town, restocking and fixing so that the ship would be in top condition for its next leg of the journey in your search for the One Piece. So while Sanji went in to town to restock on groceries (you didn't pay much attention to the others), you, Nami and Usopp stayed around the ship to fix up some of the damage it took when you last encountered a rival pirate ship. That also happened to be the reason it was just you three when the same rival pirates noticed your ship docked, ready to take their revenge.

The three of you had your individual talents, but you just weren't enough to hold up against an entire rival crew. They had attacked so suddenly and so fiercely – it didn't take long before you were on the sand, fighting to stay conscious. You lost that fight as you watched Usopp try his best to fight off three attackers at once.

You really thought that would be the end for you. You should have known better; it was Sanji's voice you heard as you regained consciousness, motivating you to open your eyes despite the pain that flooded your body.

The beach area all around you was covered with pirates who were taken down, just like you – only that they were your enemies. You first noticed Nami's orange hair – she seemed to be taking care of a bleeding Usopp, his condition worse than yours. Following Sanji's voice, you found him holding the last one of the rival crew by his shirt, throwing punches like you've never seen him before. It took you aback – thinking about it, you had never seen Sanji use his hands in combat. Too precious – need them for cooking, he'd once told you before adding, the only thing more precious to me is you. It had made you blush at the time before you had laughed him off. Now, you were questioning if it was a joke at all.

The man Sanji was holding wasn't putting up a fight – he was far too battered for that, but Sanji didn't stop. He was too far away for you to understand what he was saying to the guy, but focusing hard, you could just about make out half sentences – "to hit a woman" – "don't deserve to breath" – "finish you" – you searched for the strength to get up and stop him. You had never seen Sanji – your happy, cheerful Sanji – so angry, feral even. It scared you a little; but mostly, you knew Sanji would regret it if he were to kill a man who no longer posed a threat. So you grasped at the sand, forcing your aching bones to pick yourself up. But as you were regaining your balance, Sanji finally threw the man to the sand, a look of disgust painting his handsome features. "Finally made a date with her and you ruined it... You hurt her. You're lucky I don't kill you." The man groaned in pain.

In a sharp change, his features went from anger to concern as he finally left the man and turned to where he last saw you laying. His eyes were full of honest pain, until he saw you on your feet – then they read of hope. "Y/n!" Sanji called, rushing to you as he could see your struggle to stand upright. "You- I-" he scanned your body as he reached you, taking in all visible injuries. "Are you – are you okay? Can I help you?" he reached an arm around your waist, waiting for your approval before he held on to help you stay up, so afraid he might hurt you.

"Thanks." his arm around you really helped you to stay up. It was a practical measure, sure, any one of your crew mates would do the same – but when you look up and meet Sanji's eyes, you know that the tense feeling between you two wouldn't have been replicated with anyone else. "I mean it. You saved us. We'd... I'd be lost without you." at that, Sanji smiled that deep-dimpled smile of his at you, the playfulness not reaching his still-concerned eyes.

"Y/n," he started. "are you really flirting with me, at a time like this?"

It was strange how despite all your injuries, you felt less and less of the pain the longer you leaned in to Sanji, close enough to smell his fragrance. A half-smile reached your lips. You couldn't play this game any longer. "Did you really beat that guy up that bad because he ruined what should have been our... date?"

Sanji tensed, obviously not ready to have this conversation now. His gaze dropped momentarily before he wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you tightly to him. "I had a hundred reasons to kill him," Sanji said, and you felt disappointment bubbling through you until he continued, "but the most pressing reason is that he ruined our date."

Sanji took the opportunity to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and you couldn't help but smile so big you were embarrassed by it. "I really wanted that drink with you, away from the ship and everyone else. Just us."

You recomposed yourself. You needed clarity. "I'm not playing anymore, Sanji."

Sanji chuckled. "Fancy that. I was never playing at all."

You must have forgotten how to breath at all when he leaned down, his hand finding a rest on your neck as his thumb caressed your cheek. Nearly a whisper, he asked – "Can I kiss you?"

You leaning in served as the consent he searched for. After months of pining over each other, wondering what it would be like – his lips met yours, in a mixture of softness and passion like you'd never felt before. Forgetting you were injured at all you sneaked your arms around his neck, pulling him in, almost afraid of letting this anticipated moment of passion go. Sanji was more than happy to pull closer, a hand on your lower back holding you impossibly close to him.

The moment did, however, find its end as you heard your Captain whoop and holler from afar. "Yeah! Way to go, Sanji! About damn time!"

Breaking the kiss, Sanji nodded at Luffy, his smile lines prominent as he looked the proudest you'd ever seen him.

The crew was more than happy to make a quick exit that night, preferring to not stay around until the rival crew regained their strength. You were helping Nami untie the ropes anchoring the ship to the dock when she said, "I really thought he was going to kill him earlier." you didn't know how to respond. "I've never seen Sanji like that." Nami managed to untie a knot, and Zoro began pulling the rope up on to the ship. "He's really got it bad for you."

Despite that questionable context, you couldn't help but smile. In a burst of honesty you confessed; "I hope so, because I've got it real bad for him, too."

On cue, the ship's chef leaned over the ships railing, looking down to you. "Y/n, my love!" he called, as though the rest of the crew wasn't surrounding the both of you. "I hope you're finished down there, because I've got a candlelit dinner waiting for you up here. And drinks. You know, to make it worth your while," he finished with a wink.

From behind Sanji you could hear Luffy ask, "What about our dinner? Just because you're lovers now doesn't mean we don't need to eat..."

Sanji sighed and turned away from you, probably to go protect your dinner before Luffy demolished it.

"Right then, let's go," Nami said as you finished untying the last rope. "While there's still food to eat."

And for the first time, you boarded your ship not to find the One Piece or the All Blue – you were just happy to be there, with the man you loved.

#vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #one piece live action sanji #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sanji fanfic #sanji fanfiction #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece sanji imagine #one piece sanji x reader #one piece live action sanji x reader #opla!sanji x reader

[ivysangel]

READ BETWEEN THE LINES (JASON TODD)

NOTES/CW - continuation of this post, literally just straight up porn, fem!reader, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, -17 dni, my first time writing smut in this format so plz be nice this shit is NOT for the weak !!! (1.7k)

It's about an hour before Jason caps the highlighter in his hand, having skimmed over the entire book in record time, picking out five or six quotes that would boost your essay into A territory. Except, you weren't concerned about the essay or what grade you got. Yeah, sure, when you had first invited him over, it was genuinely because you needed feedback, but now you have the feedback

"It's written well, only problem is that you need better quotes."

You remember his words as clear as day because they're the reason why Jason had been occupied with your assignment and not the ache between your legs. Now that his perusal of quotes was over, finished, done, and the book was closed, you could finally get relief from something other than your thighs being squeezed together so tight the blood flow was being cut off from your lower extremities.

He carefully cleans up the area, stacking papers strewn across the table and putting pens away. It may have seemed like he was just tidying the table, but you knew that he was messing with you. Typically, you wouldn't give in so easily, but your body was getting hotter by the second, and there was a thin sheen of sweat forming on your back.

God, it was hot. The room was hot, your sweater was hot, and your boyfriend was so fucking hot; and so fucking annoying.

"Jason," you murmur, shifting in your seat as his eyes rake up your figure, shrouded in cozy brown wool. "you said...please, can you just-"

A breathy laugh escapes his lips, and he shakes his head, raking a hand through jet-black hair. He slides the chair back, stands up, and walks over to where you sit. Hovering over you and looking down at your face, which could only be described as pitiful. Your eyes are wide, and your mouth's parted slightly as you manually breathe. Yeah, you look pathetic, but it's not surprising, given the tortuous amount of arousal you were feeling and how badly you needed to get it out of your system.

"Jason." you say again, needier this time. "you said you would..." You trail off, pleading eyes find his as he looks down at you amusedly. His hands make their way to your cheeks, and he tugs at your head ever so slightly, prompting you to stand up.

"You're cute when you get like this," he says before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. You bring your arms around his neck, tugging him closer to you and deepening the kiss. It very quickly devolves into a mess of tongue as your hands eagerly roam his body, sliding up his shirt and running over the rippled abs he keeps hidden away.

"Woah, easy girl," he says, pulling back, and you whimper at the sudden absence of contact between you. "I'm not gonna fuck you standing up." He looks up for a second, seemingly in thought, "At least not today."

The next part happens fast. He grips the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and around his waist, and you gasp at the sudden lack of floor beneath your feet. One hand stays on your leg while the other finds the small of your back, and he walks you over to the couch, laying you down gently.

"You're so impatient sometimes, you know that?" his hands push your sweater up a bit, and you grab the hem, pulling it over your bra and holding it at your neck. "I waited for like two hours." you breathe out as he places a few wet, open-mouthed kisses on your stomach before moving downwards and unbuttoning your jeans, tugging them and your underwear down in one swift movement. "oh, but I'm the impatient one."

He comes back up to your face, a dumb fucking grin playing on his lips, and he kisses you so gently you're slightly taken aback. "I love you," he says, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in your scent.

"Love me so much you're skipping the foreplay?"

"Watching you try not to finger fuck yourself for two hours was the foreplay, babe."

You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he gets the message, sitting up for a second and pulling it over his head. He tosses it over the side of the couch, then climbs off you to move onto his pants, and you take the opportunity to lift yourself slightly, removing what was left of your outfit before looking over your shoulder and tossing it behind you. When you turn back around, you're met with the bright pink tip of Jason's cock, white beads of pre-cum collecting on his tip. You've seen him naked dozens of times. Touched him, sucked him, fucked him; dozens of times. But you never really get used to how attractive he is and how much more turned on you get when you see how turned on he is by you.

He pulls you towards him by the foot, and you giggle, knowing what's to come. A calloused hand grabs hold of one of your legs, lifting it up and exposing your cunt. The inside of your thighs, already soaked from the sheer amount of wetness coming from your pussy. "Jesus Christ," he breathes, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, tilting your head down to see what he sees. Even you're shocked at how much your own folds were glistening. You glance up at him, and he gives you a questioning look, a silent "Do you think we need to prepare?" and you take another peek in between your legs, decidedly shaking your head no.

Still holding your leg up with one hand, he grabs his cock with the other, stroking it a couple times and coating it in pre-cum, before lining it up with your entrance. You feel his tip prodding at your hole, and you bite down on your lip, already imagining how good it'll feel when he's inside you.

"You ready?" 

"Do you even have to ask?"

He slides inside of you with little resistance, but you still feel how agonizingly good the stretch is. He lets out a long, drawn-out groan, stilling completely before pulling out and pushing back in all the way. He moves steadily, rocking his hips back and forth, in and out. Each stroke hits deep, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. The thickness of his cock giving you an ache so good you think you might die if you never got to experience it again. He quickens his pace a little, your tits bouncing every time his hips make contact with your pussy, and your hands find the cushions of the couch, gripping them every time he hits your sweet spot.

His free hand grabs your other thigh, pushing it towards you, and you hook your arms under your knees, bringing them to your chest, allowing him to reach even deeper than before. He leans in closer, pressing your legs further into your body, and your thighs ache. Still, the pleasure you feel overshadows the pain by a long shot.

A few groans escape Jason's lips, he's never been much of a talker during sex, and you've never really cared because the sounds he makes are enough to keep you clenching around his dick until the end of time. "Fuck." he mutters, and that alone is enough to make the familiar knot in your stomach start to unravel. You unhook one of your arms and squeeze your hand into the incredibly tight space between your legs, rubbing fast circles around your clit, while you feel Jason's pace start to falter.

Your back arches, and you lean your head so far back into the couch that you can't see his face anymore. The lewd sounds of your cunt sucking up his dick fill the room, and it's only a few seconds before you start seeing white. An overwhelming sense of euphoria washes over your body as you dig your nails into the soft cushion of the couch, and he fucks you through your orgasm, continuously kissing your cervix until you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he spills hot streams of cum inside your cunt.

Your lungs painfully expand as you try to make up for the lack of oxygen from holding your breath through your orgasm, and you tilt your head forward into a position where you can see him. Your hand makes its way up into his hair, his head hanging low, face out of view as you both catch your breath. You tug at his locks lightly, and he lifts his head, following your eyes to the legs that were squished between the two of you. Pulling back from you and holding himself up with his arms, he gives you space to stretch out on either side of the couch. You finally get a good look at him as he sits above you, hair clinging to his forehead, cheeks flushed red, and light-catching on the little bit of sweat clinging to his skin. God, you could fuck him again right now.

"You need to be spayed. This can't keep happening," he says, knowing exactly what you're thinking.

"What am I, a fucking cat?" you ask, feigning offense.

"No, but you have the libido of one in heat." he leans down again, hovering above your face, breathing out a shaky laugh. And even though your legs have gone limp, and your lungs hurt from how heavy you've been breathing, you still clench around him, seemingly ready to go again. "Nope," he says, climbing off you and gently pulling out. You wince, the sudden emptiness unbearable. He's right; you do need to be spayed. 

"I know you have the stamina for it," you joke, eyes following him as he picks up various articles of clothing off the floor before taking them to the hamper in the bathroom. You hear the sound of water running, and he returns with a wet rag in hand. "I know I do," he walks over to you, lifting one of your legs to give him better access to the mess between your thighs. "the question is, do you?"

You let out an airy laugh, watching him furrow his brows as he wipes down your legs, intent on cleaning you up. "Wanna find out?" you ask; he looks up from the mess to see the grin on your face before returning to the task at hand. 

"There's something seriously wrong with you." 

i hope you guys enjoyed this, it literally stressed me tf out !! again, my first time writing like a real smut scene so if it's not good then yk why. tell your favorite smut writers you love them because i can tell you from experience, this is much harder than it seems !!

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[firstfirerebel]

𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

Sumary: Part 2 of 𝕳𝖎𝖘

Pairing: yandere! adult! Tom Riddle/Voldemort x fem! reader

Warnings: dark content, yandere/toxic behavior, death eaters, kidnapped reader, hints to torture,

Same timeline as in Part 1

A week has passed since you got kidnapped by the dark lord himself, and it hasn't been an easy or calm week. Luckily, he wasn't around you often because he had so many meetings with different death eaters to give them new missions and updates on his plans. Much to his dismay. Every time he had to leave your side, he wasn't in a good mood, and everybody knew that.

Unfortunately, he intended to actually have a romantic relationship with you. Until now, he hasn't forced you to anything, but you knew it was only a matter of time or your behavior.

Even though he wanted to give you some time to get used to everything, he still insisted on sleeping in the same bed as you. It wasn't as bad as you imagined it at first, but it was still uncomfortable. Mostly, he suddenly hugged you from behind, hid his nose in your hair or your neck, and dozed off. Getting free was impossible. He almost clinched to you, and when you tried to escape his arms, he just tightened his grip.

Escaping would be a real problem. You didn't even know where this mansion was. Were you in England? Or was this in Scotland or completely somewhere else?

Was only the mansion surrounded by Death Eaters or the scenery around it, too?! Did Tom think you would try to escape or not?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear the knock on the door. When the person entered, you were relieved that it wasn't Riddle. It was Narcissa.

"I knocked, but you didn't awnser. The Dark Lord wishes to meet you,"

As on your first day, you followed her. She was pretty fast so keeping her pace was a bit difficult. Once you reached his so called 'office', Narcissa immediately walked away and left you alone with him.

When Tom saw you, he basically ran to you and pulled you into his arms. His breath was so loud for you, and you hated his touch to be honest, but at least it wasn't something worse.

"I missed you", he whispered into your ear.

Suddenly you realised that you two weren't alone, the curly head of Bellatrix was behind Tom. He seemed to notice your discomfort.

"Bellatrix, leave. I want to be alone with her", she was obliviously mad at that but still left the room without a word.

He turned his head back to you.

"Better?"

You didn't do anything. Fearing that a wrong awnser would make him mad, you just hugged him again and hid your face in his chest. Hugging him wasn't something you enjoyed, but if you closed your eyes and just felt his warmth, it was a little comfort in this so cold building and every time you hugged him, it made him happy, and a happy Tom was better than an upset one.

His clothes smelled like a library, or just good old books, which calmed you a little. In libraries, you have always felt safe. With no bullies around or other loud students, it felt like heaven.

And a safe place was now all you needed. Since he even talked about having kids, you knew some bad things would come, though it was questionable if he intended to do it with you 'wanting' this or if he didn't care.

"Tom?" You had to ask him, even if it would make him mad...

Instead of saying something, he kissed the top of your head to show you he was paying attention.

"What if I'm not ready for kids? I mean, I would love to start a family with you, but I'm scared", Liar liar pants on fire, was all your brain screamed.

Instead of freaking out, Tom was really calm. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked straight into your eyes.

"It's okay, my love. Y'know I was scared too, I was scared that something would hurt you without me being able to protect you, but after I killed this mudblood. I realised that nothing could take you away from me",

So badly you wanted to scream 'I didn't and still don't want this! Get yourself to therapy, you creep!' But you didn't dare it and your question still had no awnser. Would he dare to harm you for his 'lust' or should you consider it a wish? Again he pulled you close and hid his nose in your hair.

You somehow found comfort in his touch and immediately you knew that you had to run away as soon as you had the chance. Otherwise you might not be able to keep your sanity.

This man kidnapped you! Killed people! Hurts and tortures others every day! He is mad! You mustn't feel this way when he hugs you! Especially if you didn't even want this touch!

But still, you were scared to end this hug. Somehow, Tom couldn't get enough of physical contact with you, and if you pulled away, he might freak out like on your first day.

Flashbacks of how he threw the whole table through the room made you shiver, and you knew if he wanted to harm you, he could easily do it. Obviously, he didn't even fear the ministry. What could you do against him?

Even your wand was taken away from you. You were literally helpless in this situation. Tom wouldn't just hand it over once you asked nicely... most likely giving you your wand back would be the proof of trust towards you.

But every day you had to stay here, increased the possibility of getting mad.

Maybe even the food or the drinks that were served to you had a little bit of love potion in it. Not enough for you to fall for Tom immediately, but enough so you would fall for him over some time.

This couldn't and mustn't happen!

Even one more day here could become dangerous. You had to flee! But you also had to be clever. If you would start to act weird, he might realize that you were up to something. Though some 'making him happy' wouldn't hurt as well...

"Tom, do you have one more meeting with your death eaters today? I don't want to be alone all this time..."Your voice really sounded sad, and you even let out a sigh at the end. Luckily, you have always been a good actress.

"Yes, one late at night. You'll be asleep when I return. And I also don't like being parted from you, but we'll find a solution, okay?" You nodded for a yes and even could fake a small smile towards him.

OK, fleeing when it was night was scary, but also easier. In the dark, you could easily hide from preying eyes and maybe even get a safe distance to this place. It had to be tonight. Another day here would be too risky.

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Once you were back in your room and Tom was about 10 minutes gone, you changed from your nightgown to a comfortable jeans and a warm hoodie, beneath you also wore a T-shirt just in case and of course a warm jacket.

Silently, you opened the door towards your room. Without a wand, your survival skills wouldn't be the best, so you had to find a wand first. It didn't matter if it was your or not. As long as you could make simple spells like 'Incendio', it was enough.

Luck was once on your side. In the office of Tom, you found your own wand in the first drawer. Back on the corridor, you conjured the disillusionment charm on yourself. It wasn't the safest option but better than nothing.

You kept running the stairs down until you were at the ground floor of this mansion. Out of the front door, you sticked to the walls just in case someone wanted to look outside the window.

Surprisingly this was much easier than you thought...

It was pitch black, which was a blessing and a curse at the same time. You could barely see your own hand, but this also meant that no other person could see you from afar and chase after you the moment they saw you.

Around the mansion was a huge fence, so you had to open the old gate that was rusty and squeaky ! Not good...

When you opened it, it didn't make as much noise as you feared. But still, you had to run now, which was very hard in the dark, but you didn't dare to make any light with 'Lumos'. In the worst case, they already knew that you were gone and made up teams or something to find you. Well, 'they' were 'him' in this case.

You ran until you saw trees around you. You weren't exactly the sportiness in person, but all the fear that built up over the days you were captured started to overcome you and gave you so much adrenalin that you managed to keep running. Fear also from the fear of him finding you again and doing worse things to you than he already did.

You felt your head becoming hot and your legs getting tired. Your vision was almost blurry, so you had to stop. Though you didn't see much, you saw three trees around you, and the floor was covered in dark leaves. You tried to calm your breath so you didn't make too much noise. You also tried to hear as much as possible.

But you didn't hear any steps or any running, nor any speaking. The only thing that was heard was the wind, the chill wind that felt like heaven. Not only because you just ran away as fast as possible, but also because you never heard the wind in the mansion. Neither did you feel it against your cheeks in the past week.

The air also felt much better. It wasn't thick and warm. It was fresh and cold, and you even smelled the forest you were in. The trees had their own smell, just like anything else did.

And finally, you felt happiness again.

You wanted to scream it out, but couldn't. So, instead, you threw yourself into this feeling and started to twirl yourself around in the forest.

Now you knew how hamsters or other small animals felt. In the past week, you were in a different kind of cage, but still a cage. You weren't able to do your own hobbies that became a need to you. No going out to hear the birds or just smell the grass. Cause he didn't want it. Somehow, you felt like a little pet to him. He could do to you whether you liked it or not. You were at his mercy. He could have just let you starve when he thought you didn't act like he wanted you to. Or maybe just lock you in a room cause he thought you were annoying. But also do anything else to of with you.

The thought made you sick to the stomach. No one should live a life like that. Silently, your eyes began to burn, and then the hot tears rolled your face down.

If he would manage to bring you back, you knew you would go crazy. You weren't some kind of thing that he could possess. You were your own person with needs and wishes, but if he would ever realize that was the question.

In fact, now you saw that Tom didn't really love you. In his twisted mind, he did, but he saw himself more as your 'owner'. He 'loved' the idea of you with him but not you as the person you were. In his mind, you weren't even allowed to have any friends that he saw as bad influence, neither would he tolerate you doing something that could hurt you.

He just wanted a real-life doll of you that did whatever he wanted, but still loved and adored him. But conflicts belonged into a relationship. Two people can't always share the same opinion.

In the end, this realization was what got you captured again.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't hear the mad laughter you hated. The craziness in a voice. Bellatrix. Once she saw your silhouette, she started to laugh again. Actually, she didn't want you to return at all. But maybe she could add some bloody scratches before she returned to the dark lord. If she was the one who brought you back, he would definitely praise her! That was something no one would take away from her. And again, a 'stupor' met you, and everything went pitch black. Again...

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

hello please could i request one where the reader was part of the inner circle for centuries and they were all very close. however, once the sisters come into the picture, they, without realising, neglect the reader and don’t realise until something happens to the reader, like her falling deathly sick or very badly injured etc. reader can be mated with any of the batboys, maybe with all three ;) very angsty with grovel and comfort 💗

ps love your writing 💗

My mate.

Bat boys x f!Reader (Mainly Azriel x f!Reader)

Warnings; mentions of abuse, trauma, scars and blood. Swearing.

Masterlist.

Sooo, the ending is not exactly what you asked me to write, but the story took me there. If you don't like it I can rewrite it :)

You were a toddler when your father found out that your mother had an affair with a lesser fae that resulted in you. He waited until your mother fell asleep and carried you into the Illyrian woods, he left you there with your blanket and returned home. You never found out what happened to your mother, and you didn’t care at all. Rhysand’s mother found you the next morning hiding under a tree’s root, she wiped your tears and carried you to her home. That was how you met Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel. You all grew up together, your friendship getting stronger as the years passed and a few months before Rhysand got trapped under the mountain the mating bond snapped.

You were training with Cassian when it happened. He kicked your legs making you fall on your back, your hands instantly grabbed his shoulders and you took him down with you. His face a few inches away from yours as you stared at each other, and it snapped. Both of you burst into laughter and immediately kissed. Rhysand and Azriel were ecstatic when they found out, congratulating both of you and talking about the mating ceremony.

Two days later you asked Azriel to take you to the city. You wanted to get the ingredients you would need to make Cassian’s favorite cake. You were flying back to the house of wind when you looked at Azriel’s face admiring his beauty as the sun fell on him, he glanced down at you and the bond snapped. You almost fell off the sky from the shock. When you landed you both ran to the library, trying to find a book that explained the situation. You didn’t find one. That night during dinner you announced it, both of you staring at Cassian and waiting for his reaction. He grinned and hugged Azriel shouting “We’re going to have so much fun”. Rhysand was smiling as he watched the scene, yet you didn’t miss the hurt that flashed in his eyes.

The next day Rhysand came into your room to ask you a few things about the mating ceremony, he wanted to know where you wanted it to happen and which priestess you preferred. You explained to him how you had imagined that moment, your eyes shining as you spoke and your cheeks heating up. He admired your face and pushed one strand of hair behind your ear making the bond snap into place. Both your faces paled as you stared at each other. He gulped and immediately called the others in his mind. You explained to them what happened, and their jaws dropped.

“Mother’s tits! Do we expect more mates to come?” Cassian exclaimed while Azriel shook his head.

You somehow managed to have a relationship without problems, the boys did everything in their power to keep you safe and happy and you managed to give everyone the same amount of attention. Then Feyre burst into your life, Rhysand became her friend under the mountain and when he found out that Tamlin was mistreating her, he sent Mor to take her. You didn’t mind that she took all your mate’s attention from you, you felt like you owed to her for saving him and Prythian. Afterall Cassian and Azriel were giving you enough attention, and you didn’t want to be greedy. But after a year her sisters were made, and Rhysand took them in to help them and everything changed. Cassian spent most of his time with Nesta and Azriel with Elain. They would cancel your dates, they wouldn’t show up for dinner leaving you alone with four cold plates and most importantly they would come to bed after you had fallen asleep and leave before you woke up.

When you confronted them about it, Cassian and Rhys called you selfish and greedy and stormed off. Azriel looked at you with guilt and quickly left when you screamed “get out”.  You couldn’t believe what was happening and you stayed back and watched your mates slowly falling in love with other females.

It had been a month since the last time you shared your bed with them, your relationship was non-existent, and you were slowly healing your heart. You got ready to go to the Hewn city to handle some problems Keir had caused. As usual no one was home so with a sigh you winnowed away. You were walking down the main hall of the castle when two males pounced on you from behind. You grabbed your dagger, but you were too late, one of them had already caught your wrist while the other one stabbed you repeatedly on your back. Your screams shook the whole court and you instantly opened the bond sending every ounce of pain to your mates. Black dots clouded your vision slightly, and your body went numb. You could only feel the adamant walls Rhys and Cassian had built around the bond and suddenly a wave of fear and rage. “Az” you whispered.

Shadows came like a wave in the room, and Azriel emerged from them, Truth-Teller in hand, his wings stretched wide and a deadly expression. The males took a few steps back with wide eyes as they saw your mate walking slowly towards them like a predator ready to pounce. You now understood why they called him God of death and goosebumps filled your body. You only heard screams and cries and bones cracking before a bloodied hand grabbed your shoulder and turned you on your back making you cry out in pain.

“Shh its okay I’ve got you angel” Azriel whispered and picked you up.

“I love you” you whispered before the darkness engulfed you.

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A groan left your lips as you tried to open your eyes.

“I’m here angel” Azriel’s deep voice rang in your ears.

“Az?” you asked and forced your eyes to open. The light burned your vision and in a blink Azriel’s shadows blocked the sun. He was sitting on a chair next to you, still covered in blood the only difference was that it had dried now.

“You’re okay” he smiled.

“What happened to them?” you croaked.

“I wanted to let them for you, but I couldn’t, I felt so much rage… I’m sorry” he lowered his gaze.

“It’s okay my love. Thank you.” You said softly.

The door opened and Rhysand walked in with Cassian behind him.

“You’re awake” Rhys gasped, and you nodded.

“Thank the Cauldron its been two days” Cassian exclaimed and grabbed your hand. You flinched and pulled your hand back harshly.

“Don’t” you snapped, and he frowned.

“Where were you when I needed you?” you yelled, your eyes filling with tears. “Both of you! If it wasn’t for Azriel I would be dead now!”

“Sweetheart we didn’t feel you” Rhys said softly.

“I know! Because you blocked the fucking bond! Where were you?” you sat straighter and with a soft whine that made Azriel growl and move closer.

“Y/n…” Cassian tried to speak but you stopped him.

“Where. The. Fuck. Were. You?”

“I was training Nesta” he mumbled and stared at the ground. You glanced at Rhysand who had a guilty look on his face.

“I was helping Feyre write a letter to Helion” he said.

“Get out!” you screamed. “Now! Get the fuck out… get out… get out!”

Azriel jumped on his feet and glared at his brothers, daring them to not listen to you. They quickly left the room, their faces red and their eyes filled with tears. Azriel quickly fetched a glass of water and gave it to you.

“Calm down angel” he mumbled as he placed a soft kiss on your head. “Don’t act like the perfect mate, you were ignoring me too.” You growled.

“I know and it broke my heart” his voice was soft and filled with regret.

“Then why did you do it?” your voice was raising.

“Because you have two perfect mates, a High Lord and a General. You don’t need a scarred monster to defile you!” he snapped.

“What? Are you serious?” your hands shook with rage.

“Yes! I’m a broken beast… you deserve way better”. He was yelling now. “You’re not! What the hell are you talking about? You are the exact opposite. Az you’ve been protecting me since the day you met me, you are the only one who cares about my day and my feelings, the only one who comforts me when I’m sad. You’ve proved multiple times that you would give your life for me. I don’t give a fuck about your scars, I love them. Would you leave me because of the scars on my back? Because I’m sure that they will not heal completely, I can feel them.”

“I would never leave you” his voice was barely above a whisper now.

“Okay shut up then.” You said and he chuckled.

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A few days later Madja announced that you are completely healed and offered to make a salve for your scars, but you denied. You wanted to show Azriel that its okay to have scars.

Cassian and Rhysand frequently checked on you, they would lurk around you with sad looks on their faces.

Azriel only left your side to get you whatever you needed. He even asked Elain to come to your room and he told her that he has a mate who he loves with all his heart and that he doesn’t want to spend time with her anymore. She nodded and left with her head bowed, a few days later she went on a date with Lucien.

You were currently getting ready for dinner, you had asked everyone to come because you had an announcement to make. Azriel was sitting on your bed behind you while you got dressed.

“Az can you help me with the zipper?” you asked as you checked your reflection on the mirror.

He got up with a smile and approached you. His hands traced your scars, his breath hitching as he leaned and pressed soft kisses on every scar making you shudder.

“So beautiful” he murmured on your back as he zipped your dress slowly. You smiled and leaned back into him.

“Let’s go handsome” you said softly, and he chuckled.

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Everyone was sitting around the table waiting for you. Azriel pulled one chair for you, and you smiled thankfully. Cassian and Rhysand were staring at you with a guilty expression. You all ate in silence and after three glasses of wine you felt ready to speak so you stood up.

“I made a decision” you announced getting everyone’s attention. Nesta and Feyre nodded while Cassian and Rhys stared with panicked expressions.

“I know that Cassian fell in love with you Nesta and Rhysand with you Feyre.” You told them and they avoided your gaze.

Your mates opened their mouths but quickly shut them as you glared at them.

“Its okay, both females are wonderful, and I can see why you are pinning after them. So, I decided to let you go. I realized that I love you as friends and nothing more. I’m in love with Azriel though and it wouldn’t be fair to him if I allowed you to come back to me.” You smiled at Azriel who nodded. You had talked about it two days ago and he had told you that he doesn’t want to share you with anyone else.

“Are you sure about this?” Feyre asked you softly.

“Yes I’m sure.” You smiled.

Cassian and Rhys had tears in their eyes as they stared at you.

“Let’s go mate” you told Azriel and offered him your hand.

“My mate” he smiled, and you left the room with genuine smiles on your faces.

Because this ends with Azriel I will put it under him on the masterlist.

Princess chapter 7 coming later today!

#acotar #acotar series #azriel #rhysand #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #feyre archeron #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #cassian acotar #cassian #azriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #azriel angst #azriel x reader #acomaf #acowar #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #velaris #city of starlight #night court #the night court #spymaster

[lou-struck]

Bribery

Kei Tsukishima x reader College AU!

Prompt: study date +🍩

~Studying with Tsukki is hardcore, he always know just what to do to keep you motivated

WC: 2k

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist on my welcome page

“You’re wrong; try it again.” Your boyfriend curtly says as he peers down at the study guide you have worked on for the last three hours. At times like this, you are thankful the two of you booked a private study room in the university’s library because you have not been watching your volume in the slightest. 

“Are you sure?” You sigh exasperatedly. “I really thought this one was gonna be right.”

“Well, it’s not; you need to go back and check your work.” He replies, sliding the paper back over to you; it is completely covered in angry red pen marks from his corrections. It’s a bit discouraging, but you know he is only being hard on you because he knows how badly you want to pass this class.

His features soften as he looks at you apologetically. “you’ve got this, just take your time and break down the problem into parts.”

“I’m just tired; my brain feels like it’s not working.” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “Maybe I should just accept that I’m going to fail and skip the other stages of grief.”

“Not going to happen,” he laughs, using his taped fingers to give your forehead a fick. It doesn’t hurt at all, but you and your dramatic self flinch and whine “Owww” just to get a rise out of him.

“Oh really?” he asks, looking down at you through his glasses, “if that hurts, just imagine how you will feel when you miss out on that internship you have been wanting due to your grades.”

You freeze; you have heard about the internship he had mentioned since freshman year of college. Not only is it a paid internship, but if you were to take it, you would get credit for about four classes that you need to graduate. If you miss out on this, you will probably regret it for the rest of your student life. “Why did you have to bring that up? Now I’m stressed, tired, and hungry.”

He looks at you with amusement; teasing you is one of the highlights of his day. “You’re hungry?”

You cross your arms over your stomach for effect, “Starved, haven’t you heard my stomach growling?”

“Over your whining?” he teases, raising a brow.

“I-it’s not funny,” you stammer, “this is a real predicament; I can’t study on an empty stomach; we may be here all day at this rate.”

He sighs, his golden brown eyes betraying a softness that tells you that you have won. “Fine, if you are sure this is the only way to get you to finish your worksheet, I guess I have no choice.” he relents, getting up from his seat at the table and grabbing his wallet out of his book bag. He turns and points at you strictly, “Stay right there, and If you are not done with that worksheet by the time I get back, I’ll just give it to someone else.” 

“Are you trying to bribe me to finish this worksheet?” you grin, giving him your best look of innocence that he doesn’t buy at all.

“Just get it done,” he says, turning towards the door and opening it quietly. 

“I love you,” you call after him. He smiles and turns to walk down the hallway; just before the door swings shut, you hear a chorus of sharps’ shhhhhhhh’s’ from the studying students from the other side of the library. It makes you chuckle to yourself as you stare down at your angry red-streaked paper and try to figure out what you did wrong in that last problem.

~

It’s only been about eight minutes since your boyfriend went to get you some fuel, and your stomach is busy grumbling the instrumentals of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Your quiet study room is lonely, but you have managed to figure out what you had done wrong with the last problem, and to the best of your knowledge, it is correct this time. All you have to do is wait for Mr. Vanilla himself to come back and check over your work for you. 

Curiously you flip to the next page in your workbook; if you can bust through a few more problems before Kei gets back, it would mean that you can leave the library much sooner, and maybe the two of you can make it to the Jurassic Park movie marathon in the quad you had seen posters for. It would be such a great surprise to take him there after this is all said and done.

Buying him a large tub of popcorn is only one of the ways you are planning on thanking your Volleyball-playing s/o for taking so much time out of his busy day to help you study.

With sunset in about four hours from now, you return to your work; this deadline gives you a much-needed spring in your step as you begin to get back to work. 

~

The analog cock on the wall says that about another ten minutes have passed, and without your boyfriend’s presence, you haven’t been too motivated to finish any other problem other than the one he told you to do. They have been attempted, but you have only split the problems into smaller fragments so you can better understand them later, 

‘Maybe I should’ve taken better notes in class.’ you think to yourself when your boyfriend comes back into the study room. 

“Hey, you were gone for a while. Was the line at the cafe long?” you ask, tilting your head.

“In not heartless, you deserve something way better than the trash the cafe has to sell,” he says, stepping up to the table. The throw pillow-sized brown paper box in his hand just catches your eye when your nostrils are suddenly hit with a sweet and doughy smell that has your mouth watering. 

“I bet you’re wondering what is inside?” he smirks, placing the box on the table; you reach out for the strangely familiar scent only for him to push it further out of your reach. 

“Hey?” you whine. “Why did you have to do that?” 

“Ha, Let’s see your work first, then I’ll decide if you actually get to have any of this.”

“Jerk,” you huff, tearing your gaze away from the box to look at his face. A dark mole on the corner of his mouth catches your eye. Curiously, you lean in a bit closer and realize that it’s not a mole at all...

It’s chocolate!!!

“Wait,” you say softly, never taking your eyes off the little speck of fudge on his cheek, “is that frosting on your face?”

With his thumb, he wipes it quickly away; as he licks his thumb, he looks at you evilly, “What? Someone had to make sure they weren’t poisonous.”

You sigh and turn away from him, arms crossed and a pout on your lips. “Just look at my damn paper already.” 

“If you insist,” he grins, staring deep into your eyes. “Just know that if you take too long, your food will get cold.” The harmless threat shakes you down to the depths of your soul as he looks at you with gentle satisfaction. He slides the paper closet to him, and his eyes dart between your answer and your work before he looks up at you with a blank expression. 

You gulp nervously as you try and fail to read his expression. Mentally cursing the fact that Kei Tsukishima has one of the best poker faces you have ever seen. “So? What do you think?”

“I think,” he hums, reaching out towards the mysterious treat box with long arms. He rests his hand on top of it before sliding it across the table in front of you. “You got it right.”

Your chest heaves a deep sigh in relief. Unable to take the suspense any longer, you toss o[into the box to reveal dozens of little doughnut holes. 

Some look to be covered in glaze, chocolate, or frosting. While others look to be filled with various creams, jellies, or something else. 

“Doughnuts.” you cheer, picking a chocolate-covered sprinkle out of the box and plopping it into your mouth. The still-warm dough seems to melt on your tongue as the sugar makes you feel alive. 

As you savor the treat, he places some napkins in front of you. “Are you happy now?”

You nod and wipe your fingers with one of the napkins. “Extremely. What are all the flavors?”

“I dunno.” he says, “The shop was closing soon, so they just gave me a bit of everything for no charge.”

“That’s great; I can’t wait to find out,” you say, reaching for another donut hole only for it to be pushed out of your reach.

Upon seeing the look of confusion on your face, he laughs, “Did you really think it would be that easy? It’s a bribe.”

You look at the box longingly, “You don’t mean?”

“I do; every problem you get right, you get to have a piece. 

“You can be so cruel sometimes, Kei.” you sigh, earning a genuine smile from him, flipping to the next page; the little bits of work you had done earlier are starting to make more sense as you look flip between the notes Tsukki left on your other page and the fresh problems. 

“How are you doing?” he asks, looking over your shoulder,

“Does this look right so far?” you ask, pointing to the nearly complete problem. 

“It looks perfect.” he hums, glancing over it carefully. 

“Really?” you say with a light voice full of hope. Maybe the two of you will be able to make it to the Movie marathon after all. 

“Yep, just keep doing what you are doing.” he says, “I told you before that you know how to do this.”

Only because I have the best tutor in the world, “you hum cheesily, leaning in a bit closer to him. 

The tips of his ears turn pink at your world, and he looks at the box of donuts, “You’re not trying to get me to give you a donut early, are you?” he asks sarcastically.

“Nope, I want something else.” you hum, pushing yourself forward to catch his lips with your own. The kiss contains the lingering sweetness of the pastry you had just eaten, along with something a bit sweeter.

He kisses back far too eagerly for someone who had been relentlessly teasing you just a few moments ago. You pull back slightly and grin as he follows your lips stubbornly. 

“Do you think you’re being funny?” he asks, placing his hand on the back of your head to keep you close to him. 

“Just a bit; I have to tease you when I can since you are so good at teasing me.” you hum, giving him a devious smirk like the one he gave you earlier. 

“You’re such a pain,” he chuckles, gently retaking your lips. 

“But you love me,” you hum as he pulls away. A small smile tugs at his lips

“I do, which is why I can’t have you getting distracted,” he sighs, tapping your worksheet with his pen. “Let’s get back to work.

“You know, you could’ve just bribed me with kisses,” you tease, picking up your pencil. “They work just as well as the donuts.”

“Now you tell me,” he sighs. “If I knew earlier, I could’ve saved myself the effort of picking these up.”

“Nope, we need those too.” you laugh as you reach for the box. 

With a gently yet firm grip, he grabs your hand and shakes his head, “Not so fast; get that problem done, and then you can have one.”

“Come on, just one more?” you plead at him with big eyes, “I need all the help I can get if I want to finish in time.”

“Time for what?” he asks, raising a brow. “Did you really make plans after this?”

“Plans for us,” you say innocently. “Please?”

“Fine, just one more,” he sighs. “But then we have to get back to work.”

#haikyuu!! #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #hq x reader #hq #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff

[sumwan]

/dsmp /rp

I've seen a lot of discussions about Dream and Punz's relationship in the past months. Mostly about how Punz didn't stop Dream from going on a suicidal path, and how Punz is mainly an enabler who couldn't or didn't offer Dream the (emotional) support that he needed. I do agree with this assessment in part, but I think there's a bit more nuance there that can be explored. This turned out to be quite long so the rest can be found under the cut.

Punz is not the one to take charge in his and Dream's plans. That's just not the kind of relationship they have. When Dream says they need to stage a betrayal, Punz is more worried about the execution of that plan than about the actual plan itself. This also happens with the Revival Book. Punz offers suggestions to improve plans or clarifications on how a plan will work, but he never tells Dream he can't do something, or that they need a different plan. Punz already had this role when he was still only Dream's mercenary and it never really changes. Dream has a plan and Punz helps him with it and offers suggestions to improve it. It's been said before that Punz is an enabler, and this is actually true. While Techno would say something like, "That's a dumb plan, you need to try a different plan," Punz would say, "That's a dumb plan, here's how to improve it." But I don't think Punz is like this because he cares about Dream's plans so much. Punz's friendship with Dream is very important to him, so I think it's more that he cares about Dream so much that he can't bear to tell him no.

When Dream gets out of prison, Punz is happy about two things. 1. Seeing Dream again. and 2. The plan being back on track again, the server being "back to normal." It probably becomes clear very fast that they cannot just continue their plan as normal, with Dream having been tortured and then wasting away in the prison after breaking out. Punz most likely already has a baseline level of anger towards the rest of the server and this only increases after learning about what happened to Dream in the prison. Punz is very, very angry at the other server members, and it's getting harder and harder for him to keep up this façade that he is against Dream. So when he and Dream find out about the imbalance on the server caused by too many revivals and also the subsequent corruption, Punz probably immediately jumps on the solution to kill everyone who is against them. Finally, finally, he and Dream can solve the problem with division on the server once and for all. Finally, he can get rid of the people who mistreated Dream so badly, who are so simple-minded and unwilling to listen.

Punz does offer emotional support to Dream, but not the kind of support that would pull Dream away from this path toward self-destruction. Punz's support mostly consists of him helping Dream with whatever Dream asks. Dream needs help with the Revival Book, Dream needs Punz to pretend to betray him, Dream needs equipment after escaping the prison, Dream needs Purpled's help with taking revenge. Essentially, Dream has nobody left but Punz, and Punz makes sure that Dream can always count on him to be there. Dream isn't the type to open up quickly about his feelings, so Punz tries to make him feel reassured and that he's not alone, that he can depend on at least one person after being betrayed by everyone else. Offering reassurance and compassion is emotional support as well.

I think Dream also hides a lot of his real feelings from Punz, because Punz immediately says that "Dream is always pretty happy" when Dream tells Tommy that he is "happy now". It could be that Dream is so detached from his feelings and so dissociated all the time that there's only the outward excitement about the Revival Book left, which Punz reads as happiness. Dream generally deals with negative emotions by telling himself that he'll deal with them in the future, that he has "forever to think about it", so he doesn't have to deal with them now. I think Punz desperately wants Dream to be alright again, but he doesn't know the right words that would get through to Dream, so he just tries to support him through actions instead and hopes that this is enough to make Dream happy.

I don't think Punz is aware of how destructive their plan exactly is either. In his and Dream's view, they will deal with the imbalance by killing (almost) everyone, and then they will live forever to unravel the Revival Book and fix everything. Dream will not be alone because he has Punz, and they will always have each other. They will have eternity to figure things out and can always revive people at some later point. It takes Tommy literally seeing Dream's perspective through his eyes to finally understand Dream, so it will be unlikely or at least very hard to get the rest of the server to listen to Dream. Until Tommy opens up the possibility that people might be willing to hear Dream out, this is simply not on the table at all. Most people hate Dream and want him dead. This is demonstrated by Tommy as well since he literally kills Dream even though Dream has not done anything to him in almost a year. Dream and Punz's plan is the only solution they see as viable in the face of so much hatred and destruction. And they can't just walk away either, with the problem of the imbalance, the corruption, and also the Egg complicating matters.

So in summary, I just don't think Punz is in any kind of position to be able to stop Dream from continuing his self-destructive plan. Punz helps Dream with his plans instead of offering a different plan, because this has always been the kind of relationship he had with Dream. Punz probably thinks that this type of support, this reassurance and loyalty, is also what Dream needs after being betrayed by so many people. Offering deeper emotional support is hard for Punz when Dream deals with his own emotions by pretending they don't exist and are a problem for later, so Punz just tries to do whatever Dream wants because he thinks that this will make Dream happy. Punz eagerly supports the plan of killing everyone since he is so angry at what the server has done to Dream. And as nobody is willing to listen to Dream, Punz sees no other solution either.

#I'm kind of obsessed with their dynamic #c!dream #c!punz #staged duo #dreblr #analysis

[capriciouscapsss]

meeting your future spouse ™

BOOK A READING WITH ME

today we're doing a first meeting pac with your future spouse

we have four piles; intuitively choose the pile you're most drawn to.

now let's go ahead and start ♡

pile i. daffy duck rolling in money

[The hermit, 6oS, Knight of Cups, t.w.n.o.o.t.u, n.t.i.w.w., o.n.s]

This was my face as I was shuffling for you: 😲 you guys haven't been trusting the universe at all right now! the universe asks you to trust, to let go, to make sure that you're healing yourself before worrying about when you and your person will meet. they will come to you!! they will. but you have to let go. only when you let go is when you and your f/s will finally meet. only when you choose yourself over anyone else is when you two will meet. you know a lot of people say that they find love when they least expect it and I do think that will be the case for you, pile one. when you finally choose to put yourself first is when they will come into the picture. but for this you have to let go!! are you staying up late at night watching someone else's profile? seeing what they post and crushing from afar? yeah, let go of that rn😠 act like you need no one bc they'd all be LUCKY to even have a chance with you and this person will come!! when you retreat, when you put yourself first and detach from an unhealthy situation (crushing badly, toxic relationship, self isolation, ect) you'll see that this person will come rushing in. Now for the actual MEETING, well I do see that you meet this person from afar at first. they have a good reputation and they're seen as someone elevated. honestly i get the image of someone watching from afar, trying to act distant like they don't care (this is you btw😭) whilst still keeping an eye on them. you notice them first but that does not mean they don't know you. honestly they haven't heard very good stuff about you when you two meet sorry sorry bUT they still approach you anyways. again i get the image of you trying to act cool and collected, you probably don't even take them seriously. it might be somewhere crowded where you can (metaphorically or actually) feel everyone's eyes on you both. i do see people thinking like oh these two are about to fool around or like nothing can stem from the both of you talking but they're still curious enough to watch. + for some of you this can point to having a crush on them back then without knowing them, as in maybe a social media crush or something like that. like you KNOW them because you've been keeping an eye on them before but they don't know you; they've just heard mean things about you.

additional little notes: forgive, 9, the past, past crush?, problems, do we have beef?, the situation improves

pile ii. a stack of cash being flipped through

[6oS, the world, 9op, l.a.f.s, g.t.h, n.r, m.e]

Hellooo pile two! your first meeting is a weird thing. they keep pulling me to tell you about your second meeting and not your first. first off, I'm praying for you. the energy of your future spouse- wait no scratch that the alleged appearance of your future spouse??? yeah good luck. we got the oracle card "guy is too hot" like what else do we even need??? 😭 you're going to be so caught off guard when you meet them. i don't believe necessarily in love at first sight but it's so likely that it happens to both of you. you my dear lovely pile two, are somewhat of a romantic (this is my nice way of saying erratic in love) you seem to crush on people allll the time. you put big emphasis on the more uhm rated r side of love. like how it'll be, how they'll be and so on and so forth. BUT the crazy thing is, this doesn't happen with this person; you're stuck wanting to know more about them on a even friendship SOULMATE level. they're ridiculously attractive and yet you don't even want to connect bodies you want to connect with their SPIRIT. it's crazy because your way of meeting each other is almost like destiny. I can see you guys telling the story later on in your marriage and realizing that if xyz hadn't changed even just a bit then you two likely wouldn't have met. like true destiny type of vibes in your connection. i do think the reason as to why spirit doesn't want to talk about your first meeting it's because nothing really happens the FIRST meeting. most likely they're watching from afar, immediately in love. and they won't even ask for your name or nothing either, just watches from afar then goes home lmao. it's DESTINY intervening that has you two meeting again and that's when it starts. you SEE them now too. you want to speak to them and learn their name. honestly I do get the vibe that they're a bit more "refined" than you are. as in more polite and with better manners. you're gonna charm the pants off them though, just in a wilder way. def gonna surprise them.

additional little notes: the notebook but with noah as the girl and allie as the boy lol, fated connection, meeting by a friend, charity, travel

pile iii. person counting money next to their cat

[the high priestess, the hanged man, 8oC, remain positive, v.s, mm, s.b]

my dear pile 3s it's all going to get better. you'll see ♡ the energy in this pile is tired. take some rest, you need to sleep. you need to think, be alone with your thoughts and untangle the web that you take great care not to focus on. pile three, you and your f/s will meet in a period of trying to advance knowledge wise. so attending school, college, starting a class, or just in a library. it's going to be during a period that you do not want to be bothered. you and them seem to be on the same struggle boat; whatever it is you're trying to get doesn't seem to want to be gotten 😭 and you are so stressed out. you keep wondering if the dream you're even going for is possible of being accomplished. i do feel like at the time you meet they are not in that situation anymore but they can relate to these feelings. like it was like prior to meeting you they were going through your exact situation but they're better off now. as in like they already accomplished what you wanted to do first. they might see you looking lost in thought or just going through a hard time and approach you only to give you advice or help you in a sort of way. they don't mean anything romantic by it but you look so distressed that they can't help but WANT to help you. and help you they do, I'm seeing that they change your way of thinking. they force you to see things differently. like "hey why don't you try this" or "what are you so afraid of" making you relax and feel more sure and confident. + for some of you I'm getting that later you might find out that this person might've actually been someone who your friends or family tried to set you up on a blind date with prior but you always refused. silly uu <3

Additional little notes: riches, tired, 3, help, a year from now, intuition

pile iv. perfect pink stack of cash being presented

[9oC, 2oW, Knight of Pentacles, R.B, P, T.I.S.I]

my passion pile omg what!!! pile 4 i thought we were starting out cute and loving as we shuffled out the tarot cards then the oracle cards came out and my mouth dropped. one of you is so impatient!! like i can feel it from over here ngl. please be patient, this is coming to you, faster than you think. you see, your first meeting is so intense. like passionate. you might even raise your voice at them the first time you meet. omg okay so this might sound very weird BUT hear me out. this is someone from your past 😭 bUT i know no one likes hearing that but liSTEN. this is someone from the PAST past. as in you knew each other from childhood and maybe never saw them again as you grew up. ever wonder what happens to that one person you went to elementary school with and you just never saw them again. yeah, this is what this is looking like. the last time you saw them might've been since childhood and i know this is a first meeting reading but shush! childhood doesn't count. at least in this case it doesn't cause meeting them again is recognizing them. seeing them and feeling a flicker of the past. feeling like "hey I know you". seeing them is realizing that they've really grown into themselves and that they turned out to be amazing (attractive) people. like all their good qualities that they had when children seemed to have gotten better with time. this is a long gap of not seeing other again by the way. for ex. say the last time you saw them you had just turned 9/10, the next time you saw them you'd be 25 or just significantly older. they'd moved away and come back looking very different but with core characteristics being the same. I do think that at the time of your meeting you'd be getting out of a relationship. a bad one. you never felt yourself, you always felt like you were putting on a show. like you were lying, like it was all an act. and i do think you eventually end it. and when you do, this person pops us; and they have it all it seems. they're happy, successful, and confident. you both immediately want each other; it's intense. something filled with water AND fire. like I mentioned at first, you pile three might have heavy fire in your chart or on the flip side it could possibly be that coming out of that relationship has made you have to be mean and cruel at times. that's why I feel you're not nice to them at first. they're pure water, something pure deep and gracious. you on the other wand are trickier. as you see they don't get bothered by your comments or suggestions, I do feel that's going to make you pause like "huh"; it's going to intrigue you.

Additional little notes: run away, intensity, perform, mask, communication, no!

that was all for today; hope you all have an amazing day and that this pac reading resonated. blessings xx 💞💞

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pac tarot #pac reading #intuitive readings #intuition #astro notes

[dr3amofagame]

like doing a deep dive into the supernatural side of things based on the finale streams isn't my forte, but i really wouldn't be surprised if part of what makes c!dream + c!punz particularly Like That during the finale is the idea of them finding out about the cyclical nature of the server and ... reacting badly.

like, they specifically mention the end (which was replaced, apparently, by the XD clock world) and how it's been "corrupted," c!dream specifically mentions how "god" will end the world if they don't kill people

(but also mentions how death is part of the reason why the world needs to be reset)

punz and dream speak multiple times about how they HAVE to figure things out right how important it is to understand revivals and death and life and Understand This World and how knowledge is more important than anything but at the same time

what dream's mentioning of his goals (besides a very nebulous "research") doesn't seem to have much to do with an actionable plan to do anything at all -- he talks about focusing about quackity and sam and wilbur (which. i mean. we all know that kinda didn't go the greatest for him)

and specifically right we know that XD resets the world, that the world keeps ending and restarting cycles etc etc, and the revive book + time travel + egg + death book + limbo all of that seems to be connected to XD, maybe the other server supernatural stuff as well, though it's a bit nebulous as to what specifically was like caused by him. but it's also interesting to me, right, how c!dream seems to waffle a bit on things that "matter"--death and revival being the two most glaring examples. on one hand, dream is saying that revivals are where they fucked up by introducing instability (that they now have to fix through killing people):

but at the exact same time, dream and punz BOTH conduct revivals during these final streams, with the revival with tommy seeming particularly superfluous:

and along that same line of reasoning, dream both talks about death as being like the key to all of this, right, the idea that they have to kill everyone to reset the balance that death is more important that any of them imagined etc, that they have to kill in order to solve things, that Death Is The Answer--

but at the same time, in the next stream, dream makes a specific point about death...not mattering at all

and speaking of not mattering...that comes up. A Lot. c!dream specifically makes a lot of mentions about things being inevitable, or not mattering, throughout these streams:

like. there's a certain ... nihilism? to c!dream here? that's kinda impossible to ignore. and obviously, in their research into XD, it's very possible that the idea of the server as a loop or cycle would've come up, the idea that this world will end and then start into a new one etc etc. that no matter what they do, eventually XD is going to pull the plug and reset everything.

and with that in mind, the attitudes of c!punz and c!dream might be related to the idea of doing research, looking for knowledge in order to perhaps stop that process and preserve this world--while the nihilism, the revivals despite revivals apparently causing the problem, the lack of an actionable plan having to do with the inability to stop XD.

#hmm wish this was more coherent. also im too busy to be doing this fuckkkckck #c!dreamisms #ty sumwan for the transcripts !! #long post

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Here I Go Again

Pairing: EddieMunsonxFemReader

Summary: You've been burned in the past. You swore you weren't going to let another guy into your heart. So, when you met Eddie, you kept pushing off sex, hoping to keep yourself safe. But the other night, you broke. How could you not? The morning after, his friends whooped and hollered, having heard you, and you panicked and ran off. Why? Because you know it's way too late and you're in deep with him. He has the complete ability to break you so you've been avoiding him. But Eddie isn't having it and shows up at your place.

Warnings: 18+, oral sex, penetration

This is an excerpt from a book I wrote on Wattpad and AO3 called 'Nobody's Fool.' I adjusted it to be a POV reader.

You sat on your couch, still in your pajamas, wrapped in a blanket with your third cup of coffee even though it was one in the afternoon. You didn’t have to be at work until six and you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to get up and do anything. You sighed, throwing the book you were trying to read on the coffee table. It was no use. You had tried since you had woken up to get your mind to focus on anything that wasn’t Eddie, but you were failing miserably. 

“Shit,” you muttered, flopping back on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and holding it to your face as you let out a scream of frustration. 

Eddie wouldn’t get the hell out of your mind and you desperately wanted him to. You couldn’t handle all of this. You kept picturing last night, his hands on your body, his mouth setting you on fire. The feel of him inside you, nothing in your life had ever felt more perfect, more right. It felt like your bodies had been created for each other. 

You were no virgin. You had been with a handful of men in your life, and you had experienced what you considered great sex, but nothing had ever been like that. If sex with your ex had been great, then sex with Eddie was like a religious experience. You felt like you had been taken to a higher plane of existence. Your body had never reacted to another man like it had to him. 

The problem was what had begun as something you thought could be casual and fun was quickly becoming anything but. It wasn’t just your body that he had control of. He was taking a hold of your heart as well and you weren't sure if you could ever get it back safely and that terrified you. You knew you'd never survive it.

You had been an absolute wreck after your ex. You had barely functioned for two weeks. If it hadn’t been for your best friend kicking you in your ass, you knew you would have lost your job. He had looked right at you and said the words you dreaded the most, you just weren't enough. You were enough as a girlfriend but you weren't enough to keep him satisfied. He needed more. He needed something different to keep him happy.

Maybe your bestie was right. Maybe you had chosen badly. Maybe you leapt into your ex, giving him all of you, because you so desperately wanted someone to love you. Was that what you were doing with Eddie? Were you imagining this was more than it was because you just wanted to be enough for someone? You just wanted someone to decide you were worth it?

God, you were so pathetic. Were you really that fucking desperate? You needed to get a grip. Sighing, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, setting your mug in the sink. You opened the fridge, pulling out the eggs when there was a knock on the door. 

“Of course,” you muttered, walking over and opening the door. You expected it to be the mailman with a package or something, but instead, there stood Eddie and you wished the ground would just open up beneath you and swallow you whole. There you stood, in your pjs covered in images of donuts with a severe case of bedhead. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, looking you up and down with a grin. “Love the pjs.”

“Yeah, these are my delicious donut jammies,” you responded, wanting to smack yourself for how stupid you sounded. Really? Your delicious donut jammies? Jesus Christ, this man got you all tongue tied. You ran your hands over your hair to try to smooth it down. “I mean, well, donuts are pretty much my favorite food of all time.”

“Duly noted,” he nodded with a smile. “Next time I will come bearing donuts.”

“Right,” you mumbled, “so, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” you stammered, backing up and gesturing for him to enter. You closed the door, finding he had barely moved when you turned, almost running into him. You staggered, feeling like you couldn’t find your balance. He grabbed your arms, steadying you and you sucked in a breath, your skin scorching where his hands rested. 

Jesus, keep it together, you chided herself. Why was he making you so damn nervous? You pulled your arms back, moving to the kitchen and around the table, needing a physical barrier between you right now. You felt like you were on the urge of cracking apart, breaking into a million pieces all over the floor. You couldn’t think rationally when he was anywhere near you.

“So, why are you here?” you asked.

“You said you’d call, but you never did,” Eddie said, leaning on the counter. 

“I mean, it’s only been a day,” you laughed forcefully, opening the egg carton. You reached into the cupboard to get a bowl. 

“Yeah, but after what happened, I just thought that we should talk.”

“Talk about what?” you asked, keeping your back to him as you cracked two eggs into the bowl and began whisking them with a fork. 

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you stated, grabbing the milk to add a dash to your eggs before adding some salt and pepper. “We’re two adults. We had sex. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like it was the first time for either of us. I mean, what, are we supposed to have some deep, heartfelt conversation about what it meant? It was just sex.”

“So, what we did was no big deal for you?” he asked.

“No, it’s not like it’s something I’ve never done before. You’re certainly not my first. Sorry to disappoint you if you thought that,” you insisted, whisking the eggs forcefully. 

Two hands came from behind you, sliding along your sides, gently taking the fork and bowl and setting them down on the counter. Those same hands then grabbed your shoulders and spun you around, pushing you against the counter, his body pressing into yours. 

“I think your eggs might need a little break,” he whispered, his lips a mere breath from hers. 

“I like my eyes extra fluffy,” you responded, your voice breathy as you struggled to control the sensations racing through your body at the closeness of him. 

“Mmm…well, I haven’t eaten today and you look extra delicious,” he growled, pulling at your pajama top. Your legs were threatening to give out from under you. His lips ran across your cheek to your ear, your whole body trembling as he whispered, “but if it wasn’t a big deal.”

Then he pulled back and walked across the kitchen. He leaned against the table, propping one foot over the other and stared you down. You couldn’t find your center of gravity. You were tilting, completely losing all sense of balance. Son of a bitch. This guy knew exactly what he was doing and he appeared to be enjoying it. 

“You want to talk now?” he asked. “Because from what I just felt, what we did wasn’t just nothing to you.”

“Fine,” you sighed, shaking your shoulders, trying to calm your body down after he had gotten it all worked up. It was proving to be easier said than done.

“Look, I’m sorry about the guys. They can be idiots,” he said. “They shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t care,” you lied, waving your hands.

“You do care,” he sighed, shaking his hands in your direction in frustration. “Can you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Pretending like you don’t care. Lying all the time. Acting like nothing is ever a big deal,” Eddie stated. “It was a big deal. I mean, I hope last night was a big deal for you because it sure as hell was for me. Contrary to what you might think about me, I don’t do that with any girl who walks in front of me.”

“Really? Because the condoms on your bedside table would say otherwise,” you snapped.

Eddie lifted his eyebrows. “Gareth left those on my nightstand. He picked them up for me after we got together and if you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most organized person. I just never put them in my drawer. No, I’m no virgin and yes, I usually do have condoms just in case but I don’t sleep with just anybody. I’m not that guy.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you breathed, bringing your hand to your forehead. “Between them whooping and the condoms just sitting and everything was just…it was all too much. I didn’t think last night  really mattered to you.”

“Of course it mattered to me!” he exclaimed. “Jesus Christ, can you not feel how much you mean to me? How much I like you? How much I want you? We’ve been seeing each other for a month. Haven’t you realized that I’m not just another dickhead who was looking to lay you yet? Last night was amazing. It was perfect. You can keep running away all you want but I am going to keep chasing you.”

You sucked in a breath, his words hitting your heart like an arrow and you wished you could deflect it but you couldn’t. You were going under, no life vest, no raft, no one to pull you from the swirling waves. You were sinking into the depths and no matter how you flailed your arms and legs, you couldn’t find the surface. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked.

You flew across the room, pressing your lips against his, your hands tangling in his dark brown waves. He wrapped his arms around you, crushing you against him. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to show him how amazing he was. You wanted him to know that you desired him just as much as he desired you. You dropped to your knees, working at the button on his jeans. 

“What are you…”

“Shh,” you said, smiling up at him. “Let me show you just how much I want you.”

You pushed his jeans down to his ankles and then grabbed his boxers, pulling them down until his cock was free, springing loose in front of your face. Jesus, even that was beautiful. Was there nothing about this man that wasn’t fucking perfect? 

You took the base of him in your hand as you wrapped your lips around him, your tongue moving along the ridge underneath before making figure eights on the tip. His flesh was so soft while also being so rigid. You sucked on the tip, your tongue playing along it. Your hand moved in half circles around him. 

“Oh my god…” Eddie groaned, bracing himself on the table with both hands. You glanced up at him, his back arched, hands gripping the table, his hair cascading down his shoulders, and he looked so goddamn beautiful.

You slowly took all of him into your mouth, feeling the tip of him hitting the back of your throat and he softly growled, reaching to grab the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair. The soft tug on your hair, along with his sounds of pleasure only spurred you on. You had never been so turned on by giving a man head before. It was so satisfying to know how much pleasure you could provide him. 

You could feel your panties growing damp as he bucked his hips, sending himself farther into your mouth. You moved your hands in a circular motion around the shaft as you pumped the length of him in and out of your mouth. You slid one hand down to cradle his balls, rolling them around in your palm before tugging them gently down.

“Jesus…baby…”

Suddenly, you were being lifted and laid down on the tabletop. Eddie gripped your pajama bottoms, yanking them roughly down your legs, followed by your underwear. You looked up at him, seeing nothing but sheer desire staring back at you and you thought you would explode with the desire that raged through your body. 

“I need to be inside you,” he growled. “Shit! I don’t…I don’t have anything.”

“I’m on the pill,” you said. 

That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed his cock, placing it at your entrance, teasing you by sliding it up and down. The shaft rubbed over your clit and you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him to consume you in the worst way. Then he was inside you again, filling you in a way you never knew you needed until him. His head dropped, his hair falling over his face. 

“Holy shit…” he moaned, “I had no idea you could feel even better.”

Without the rubber between you, the sensations were only heightened that much more. You fell back, your hair draping over the side of the table, gripping the edges until your knuckles turned white as he pounded into you again and again, the table inching across the floor with each thrust. 

Eddie roughly grabbed your pajama top, shoving it up to your chin to give him access to your breasts. His mouth fell upon them, lavishing one and then the other with his tongue. He took your nipple in his mouth, gently biting and you shrieked, gripping the back of his head. 

“Eddie! Oh shit! That’s so good!”

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up, holding you so tightly against him that your bodies felt like one, his movements becoming even more frenzied. You gripped his back, your nails digging into the flesh and he groaned against your neck, “Fuck baby, yes,” before latching onto the skin there, sucking it until it hurt. But god, the pain felt so damn good.

“Fuck…don’t stop…oh shit…” you moaned.

You screamed as your orgasm tore through you, every muscle shuddering at the sweet release. Eddie continued to thrust through it and then you felt as his orgasm hit, filling her completely. 

Eddie sank to the floor, pulling you with him. You sat in his lap, him still inside you, your head collapsing on his shoulder, his arms still holding you tightly. 

“Sweet mother of god…” you gasped. 

“Yeah…what you said,” he responded, his chest heaving. 

“Shit,” you laughed, looking up at the table. It was all the way across the room, almost to the door. 

Eddie laughed. “We’ll get it later. Right now, I am thinking about a shower. How about you?”

“I could use a shower.”

“Good, because I am also thinking that I told you how delicious you look, but I didn’t get my breakfast yet,” he said, a wicked grin on his face. He grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder, heading toward the bathroom.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 40

On Monday at the school, Claire was surprised but glad to see that Mandy was back in. She was looking fine, though when Claire spoke to her, she did say she was still a little sore in her ribs.

‘I know that you want to hunt the traditional way, but please at least take Chris’ teachings into account next time. To protect yourself, more than anything.’ Claire said softly to her.

‘I will.’ Mandy mumbled, she was feeling ashamed that she had been attacked so badly by humans. 

Mandy carried on to her class, Claire was about to head to Loki’s class too when Chris turned the corner, purposely blocking her way.

‘Not trying to preach the blood bank way instead of traditional, hmm? Whatever would your boyfriend say?’ Chris mocked as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.

‘He’d say the exact same thing if it meant to protect her.’ Claire said with a smirk as she put her hands on her hips. She knew he was trying to get under her skin, as usual.

‘I doubt it. He thinks I force them all to hunt, but if he used even half of his brain, he’d know it’s the only way.’ Chris hissed.

‘Can’t you go one bloody second without insulting him?’ Claire grumbled at him.

‘Does he?’

Claire said nothing in response.

‘Thought as much.’ Chris narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Where were you both on Saturday? Dad and I came round to speak about Mandy, but you weren’t in.’

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but we were visiting my sister.’

Chris smirked. ‘Ah, the little damsel in distress. When will I get to meet this sister of yours? She should be thanking me in person, after all, for setting her free. Perhaps even let me have a bite, as thanks.’ He growled low.

‘You won’t be getting to meet her, ever.’ Loki said firmly as he walked up the corridor and stood behind Claire, putting his hands on her shoulders.

‘Oh come now, brother. She’s practically family now. It’s only fair to meet.’ Chris taunted.

‘Not going to happen. She’s been through enough, she doesn’t need to be meeting you as well.’ Loki snarled at him. ‘What did you and dad want anyway? Mandy’s fine.’

‘Dad is concerned that other vampires coming of age might be too forward going and get themselves into trouble, like Mandy. Without coming to any of us for help or advice.’

‘Of course it’s a concern, but I don’t see what we can do? Aside from continue to try and support them, guide them properly.’ Loki said.

‘Have you had this sort of problem before?’ Claire asked.

‘Not that I can recall.’ Loki hummed and Chris shook his head.

‘Why now then, why are they more feral than usual?’

‘Because it’s in our blood, it’s how they should be.’ Chris grumbled.

‘Not this bad, though.’ Loki argued.

‘Maybe it’s just a one off, if it’s just been Mandy so far.’ Claire said hopefully.

‘We will need to keep a close eye on them.’ Loki said, glad when Chris nodded in agreement.

-

It wasn’t just a one off, though.

Over the course of the following month, there was around nine more vampires that had newly come of age that got into trouble with their primal instincts taking over. Of those nine, six of them ended up getting injured, two had been fatal.

One evening, Loki was out on patrol around the city looking out for young vampires. Claire was at Loki’s place, surrounded by history books. Since the second student that couldn’t control their urges at all after Mandy, Claire had been determined to figure out what was going on. Since none of the other students previously had this issue.

She was in Loki’s office, Bat was lying on the desk beside her while she had multiple books open and pages scattered about.

‘It just doesn’t make sense, Bat. There must be something we’re missing. It’s not been an issue like this before, so why now? Why this year?’ Claire muttered as she pinched the bridge of her nose, she was starting to get a headache.

She hated seeing how it effected Loki, he was really down about it. The thought of the students in so much danger, just from humans this time. It was so risky, as they were also at risk of exposing vampires to the wrong kind of human. It would just be a matter of time. Plus, they didn’t know if this was happening world wide or if it was localised.

Claire sat back in the chair with a sigh. Bat stood up and had a big stretch, she let out a soft meow and walked across the books. She looked across the desk, then batted one of the books with her paws.

‘What is it, Bat?’ Claire laughed a little as she opened the book that she’d hit. It was the history of Demsdale.

Bat meowed again as Claire opened the book and flitted through it. She put it down and shrugged. ‘I’ve already been through this, Bat.’

Bat flicked at the pages, it then landed on page thirty-two. That had the story of the originals. Bat meowed again and pawed at the page incessantly.

‘What? I don’t understand.’ Claire whined, she was getting really tired now.

Claire looked at the page and read through it again. It wasn’t exactly the truth about what happened, but it wasn’t too far off it, overall. Whenever Claire put the book down, Bat yelled at her until she picked it up again, on that exact page.

‘Bat… please… There’s nothing in here that will help. The originals are all gone apart from Lucius and Chris. It makes sense originals being highly feral, even though Lucius has controlled it. I bet if Chris or Lucius were to have a child with another vampire, they would probably have strong feral instincts in their genes…’

Bat let out a little chirp and thumped her tail on the desk. Claire stared at Bat, who just stared back at her, not breaking eye contact.

‘Wait a minute…’ Claire pulled her phone out and sent a text to Chris.

I need your honesty. Were you fucking around fifteen to sixteen years ago?

Two minutes later, the doorbell rang. Bat jumped onto Claire’s shoulder and she went downstairs to go see who it was. She wasn’t overly surprised to find it was Chris stood there when she opened the door.

‘You better be glad I can’t enter without permission.’ Chris snarled at her.

Claire did take a small step backwards, just to be safe.

‘Got my text then, huh?’

‘How dare you text me something like that.’ Chris snapped.

‘What are you doing here?’ Loki barked at Chris as he rushed up the steps behind him. He grabbed his shoulder and hauled him to the side, so Loki could step inside and put himself between Chris and Claire.

‘Ask your girl that.’ Chris spat.

‘I need to know if Chris was fucking around with vampires fifteen years ago.’ Claire said, causing Loki’s eyebrows to nearly shoot up off his face.

‘What?’ Loki asked, utterly baffled.

Chris folded his arms over his chest, just glaring at Claire.

‘Please, just answer the question.’ Claire pleaded. Bat let out a yowl from her shoulder, she was staring at Chris, too.

‘So what if I did?’ Chris said defensively.

Claire ran a hand down her face. ‘Almost sixteen years ago… an original vampire mated with other vampires. If those female vampires got pregnant and gave birth, they would be vampires… with an original vampire’s genes. A strong feral urge that would come into play when they reach around fifteen or sixteen.’

Suddenly the penny dropped for Loki and Chris.

Loki looked at Chris, eyes wide while Chris suddenly looked incredibly sheepish.

‘I need to go.’ Chris said and turned around, but Loki grabbed his arm to stop him.

‘How many did you sleep with? Why? You made them cheat? You’ve got teenage kids! Did you know about this?’ Loki blurted out at him.

‘Of course I didn’t know.’ Chris hissed at him. ‘I was in a dark place sixteen years ago. So what if I did fuck around with a bunch of vampires?’

‘Oh my god.’ Loki ran a hand down his face. ‘How many more do we need to look out for?’

Chris faltered and shrugged. ‘Uhm… maybe around three more?’

‘You slept with thirteen vampires around the same time?’ Claire gasped.

Chris glanced at her and narrowed his eyes at her. ‘I did. They wanted it just as much as I did. Not getting what they wanted from their partners. It was only sex, who gives a shit.’ He hissed.

‘It wasn’t just sex though, was it? You’ve got a pack of vampire offspring in the city that have worse than your damn feral instincts! And two of them have died!’ Loki yelled at him.

For a split second, Chris did look pained but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

‘At least we now know the cause, that it’s not going to be every single new vampire.’ He grumbled, then headed off down the path, not wanting to hear another word from Loki or Claire.

‘I can’t believe this.’ Loki said as he went inside with Claire.

‘I’m surprised there’s been no STD’s spread around.’ Claire said as she pulled a face.

‘Vampires don’t get any, thankfully.’ Loki chuckled at her reaction.

‘He was in a dark place... What did he mean by that?’ Claire asked.

‘It was just under sixteen years ago that he turned me.’ Loki said after pausing. ‘He was no doubt angry, as usual. Needed to let out more frustrations.’ He shrugged.

Claire sighed as she followed Loki through to the living room, where they both sat down. ‘At least we do know now. We should speak to your dad, try and find out who the other three are before it’s too late.’

Loki nodded in agreement as he petted Bat, who’d made herself comfortable on his lap. He also put his arm around Claire, pulling her into his side.

‘How did you figure it out?’ Loki asked.

‘It’s Bat you need to thank. Not me.’ Claire said as she reached over to stroke her, too.

‘Really? Bat, you really are full of surprises!’ Loki laughed and scratched under Bat’s chin.

Bat looked pleased as punch as she purred away loudly, enjoying all of the fusses.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #chris motionless #the redbridge hunts

[anamelessfool]

Valentine's Day 1985

I wanted to feature some platonic/family Valentine's Day drabbles, since that's how I personally like the holiday. Primo and 8-year old Copia from my AU. I'm dedicating this one to @ghuleh-recs because they have have done so much for the community and inspired me to just go big.

I have three planned! Let's keep the love going! Ficlet/Drabble Below the cut!

It was nearly afternoon and Copia could not find Primo anywhere. Copia had been waiting for him back in their shared cell, art supplies in hand. Primo always woke earlier than everyone else, off to do some chore or other. On the other side of the cell was Primo’s bed, neatly made. Primo didn't collect much— just a few of Copia’s paper sculptures on his nightstand, a framed photo of his mother. His watch was there too, which meant he was out on a run. So that could be it. On bad days he would be out running for hours. Copia unfolded his carefully cut art project, scrutinizing the shapes and folds of the little dolls linking arms. He had hidden his craft supplies in a shoebox under his bed, doing his best to work in secret lest his brother discover his surprise.

“Down in the kitchen, maybe,” Copia said to his three rats in the nearby cage. It was cold and so they continued to nap in their pile of felt and fur. Copia got to his feet, tucking the card in his book and shoving the whole thing under his arm. After his little doorknob-tapping ritual (once for his rats, twice for bravery, three times for luck) he was out and en route to the dining hall.

“Came in from his jog,” recalled Sister Agatha as Copia found her in the dining hall. She gestured over to the spotless kitchen. “Then noticed the range needed cleaning.”

“And he was here?”

“Oh, about two hours too long,” chuckled Agatha. “Then he fixed that knocking going on in the fridge. Then back out the door. And that was that.” She shuffled over to a tinfoil-covered plate and pulled out a little something for the boy. A heart-shaped cookie, decorated with pink crystals of sugar. “Don't forget this on your way out, Mr. Holmes.”

“Thank you.” Copia inserted the cookie into his mouth, did a little hop and scurried out. Nothing else to fix, so Primo moved on to his most common little problem. Copia now knew exactly where Primo was.

As soon as Copia stepped out into the cold he heard the familiar thwack echo across the stone walls of the Ministry building. Primo was by the garden shed, adding to the already precariously tall woodpile one axe blow at a time.

Primo was an easygoing sort of person, an unflappable pillar of good natured-ness, but Copia had known his adoptive father-brother for so long that he could tell exactly what was on his mind. This sudden onset of busy-ness, the relentless puttering only meant one thing:

It was not going well with him and a paramour.

Primo noticed him and buried the axe head into the stump with an effortless toss. There was a haze of heated persperation wafting from his rough friar’s habit. He smiled, but his eyes felt far away. “Ah, sorry, you wanted to show me something, I forgot. Copia, where's your coat?”

Copia swallowed. “Um er…are you and…Brother Vincenzo…”

“Ah, Vinny?” Primo curbed a grimace. “I needed to be by myself for a while.”

Copia burned with embarrassment. “Sorry I um…I…”

“Too many differences,” said Primo plainly. “We're on good terms, though. Don't worry.” He settled in on the cement bench nearby, a thin unsteady smile on his face. “Didn't care too much for this holiday anyway. What you got there, mausi?”

Copia dropped the book in his lap, and Primo touched the title with his fingers, reading aloud slowly. “Paper…paper cutouts.”

“Yes, like this!” Copia pulled out the bundle of folded papers, expanding it wide in front of him with a grin. “Tah-dah!”

“Oh, wow!”

“It's for you. Em…Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry.”

“What you sorry about?”

Copia looked down at the frozen dirt, his face burning. He wanted so badly for Primo to be well. Primo did everything in his power to build a wall of normalcy around him, and as Copia grew he felt its presence more and more. It tugged at his heart knowing that he could do little to help. For a moment he doubted if he did his doorknob ritual before leaving for the day— he wouldn't feel this way if he did. He must have forgot. More embarrassment. More springs winding.

Primo gave a good-natured scoff. “It happens.” He reached out with a roughened hand and investigated the little chain of paper dolls. “Fine work here, mausi. Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day, Copia.”

“I wanted to teach you,” Copia replied, his voice growing strong as Primo’s praise bolstered his spirit.

“I'd love to learn,” Primo said, and he rose, creaking, to his feet. “And we need to get you inside. Bring a coat next time.” He gestured at Copia once more, and the boy held his hand. The semi-frozen ground crunched underfoot as they crossed the lawn. “Lunch first?”

Copia nodded. “Sister Agatha made cookies.”

“Paper cutouts,” Primo mused. They got to the door, and he let Copia in but not without a teasing ruffle of his hair. “So…is this why I kept seeing all those little pieces of white paper all over the carpets, huh?” Primo smirk. “Nihil stole a box of xerox paper for you?”

“He…said he'd put it back,” Copia muttered shyly.

My Fic List | "Scenes from the Void" Eldritch Horror AU

#i like how i can write whatever th f i want #young primo #young copia #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus iv #ghost band headcanons #domestic fluff

[beekeeperspicnic]

What a nice day to reconceptualise my entire game

Last night I reblogged this lovely post from @inkonice-main talking about Holmes and Watson's relationship as a great love story (whether romantic or platonic), and it's been clanging around in my brain ever since.

Just in case you stumbled across this post randomly, I'm currently making a cosy mystery Sherlock Holmes game set in Sussex, which has Holmes trying to put together a picnic for Watson. My plan is to write them in a close platonic friendship or queerplatonic partnership because that interpretation means a lot to me, but to keep it shipper friendly and leave the possibility open that they are a romantic couple.

The problem I've been toying over for the entire six months of development so far is WHY Holmes has decided to drop everything and make this ultimate picnic for Watson. What's his motivation, dah-ling?

And I've cycled through a few ideas:

He doesn't need a reason, elaborate theatre is how he shows affection. Perhaps true, but that doesn't give much of an emotional base for the game.

It's all sparked off by Watson writing and publishing the Creeping Man, the story with all the "The relations between us in those latter days were peculiar" content. But it never quite flowed for me. If Watson is happy with Holmes in Sussex, why is he writing so discontentedly? It also felt like telling-not-showing for players.

I thought perhaps it could be spurred on by Holmes having a nightmare where he's back on a case everything goes wrong. He realises that both he and Watson are in the twilight of their lives and if he doesn't tell Watson plainly how he feels, he may lose the chance. This is closer to working for me, but I think a dream being a character's primary motivation is silly and lazy, and this anxiety Holmes has doesn't seem reflected in the fact that they're living together happily. To the player it's obvious Watson already knows Holmes loves him, so there's no tension.

Then I read that post, and it all clicked. Because let's look at the Canon: it is a love story, but like most love stories of glorious intensity, things have not always run smoothly.

Holmes has withheld truths. He pretended to be dead for years. He constantly toys with his health and causes Watson pain and anxiety. All the paths Watson laid out for his life have been disrupted by his adoration of this brilliant but challenging man. Years of living together at this frantic, breakneck, head-over-heels pace seem to have taken their toll: Holmes suddenly wants to retreat from the world and take up his beekeeping, and Watson remarries and doesn't follow him, as he needs to live his own life. By His Last Bow, it seems they haven't seen each other for years.

"We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books in a small farm upon the South Downs," says Watson, suggesting he's never visited. But they reconnect, and thankfully the spark between them is still there. War is looming on the horizon, and both fear it may take their lives - "Stand with me here upon the terrace, for it may be the last quiet talk that we shall ever have," says Holmes.

That's where we leave them, looking out over a moonlit sea waiting for the dawn, exchanging words that they fear will be parting ones.

But the reader is left with the hope that perhaps they won't be parted again this time. War can't separate these two, surely? Nothing can.

So. That's where the picnic comes in, as a last coda in this great love story.

The War is over. Holmes and Watson have reunited. Perhaps Watson visits Holmes more often now, widowed once again. And Holmes realises that what both of them need now is to be together.

Except how does he say that, as someone who does not share his innermost thoughts easily?

The picnic represents the one chance that Holmes feels he has to say, I've treated you badly. I've made mistakes. But we can get through them, because we love each other. Let's not be parted ever again. Come and stay with me here.

The picnic isn't just a picnic.

It's a proposal.

So like, no pressure, players. :P

EDIT:

Just to clarify because I think my wording confused some folks - My plan is still to write them in a close platonic friendship or queerplatonic partnership and to keep it shipper friendly and leave the possibility open that they are a romantic couple.

The change is just that in my original storyline Watson had been living with Holmes for years, and now I'm playing with the idea of exploring the picnic being the moment when they commit to living together for the rest of their lives.

#beekeepers picnic #sherlock holmes #his last bow #johnlock #acd johnlock #holmes and watson #sussex retirement #game dev thoughts

[womenloverlmao]

Dropped (Spencer Reid X Reader)

ANGST.

Based on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

Dropping. The readings in your book were dropping frequently, and you couldn't figure out what to do.

It really shouldn't have meant that much to you, but as a world-renowned author it was driving you insane. You had written many books before, why weren't people reading them now? Were they getting bored of you? Was it personal??

You wanted to take it well, but your mental health was dropping because of it. And it was showing with everything around you, including your relationships. Dropped friendships, but your relationship with the genius Spencer Reid was fine, right?

You wanted it to be fine, so did he. So did anyone around you, everyone knew you were made for each other. He was more secretive about your relationship even though he was more loving; you were extremely open about your relationship even though you weren't as loving. You did love him, you just didn't show it well enough.

When he noticed your mental health dropping, he tried his best to help. You wouldn't let him help, though, which is where the problems came in. He was trying to help, but you wouldn't let him. You couldn't let him. You loved him, but, quite frankly, not enough.

You technically had your own place, but you had been staying over at Spencer's a lot recently. You were doing the dishes, even though he told you never to worry about anything there. It was supposed to be a safe place for you, one where you wouldn't have to work.

Yet something was different now, something told you you needed to be doing him a favor but you couldn't figure out why. You were mildly out of it, and ended up dropping a glass cup. He quickly ran in and helped you clean it up, but safe to say, it shocked you both. Not that either of you cared much, he assured you it was alright.

Well, maybe you did care a little. That broken glass made you start to cry, you couldn't quite figure out why. Was it just the constant overwhelming feeling of the drop?

You tried turning around, but that didn't work to keep him from noticing. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and tried to comfort you as best he could. It broke his heart to see you like this, but you couldn't deal with it. You walked away, and left him alone.

He tried to think of anything he could have done wrong, nothing came to mind. Was there anything going on with you? Nothing that you would tell him... he was confused, to say the least.

Your champagne problems would be having more of an effect on him than anyone would have expected.

Then came the party one of your friends had hosted, you had to go and you took your boyfriend with you. Your relationship was slowly fading away, but neither of you was brave enough to admit it yet. Spencer didn't want to admit it, and you just ignored it.

You ended up dancing. It was nothing big, just the two of you messing around holding hands. But your thoughts got the best of you, and you couldn't deal with it. You dropped his hand, and walked away.

He didn't know how much longer he could deal with any of this. His heart had dropped, all because of you. Was he Not enough for you? What could be going on with you?

You got a drink, which led to another and another. You weren't paying for anything, so it didn't matter much. When Spencer saw how badly drunk you got, he didn't know what to do. His heart kept dropping further and further down as he saw what you were doing to yourself, and you wouldn't tell him why.

Fuck champagne problems.

He grabbed your hand again, trying to repair the things you had broken. He didn't want to let go, but it wasn't going to be his choice. He drove you back home, you saying some hurtful things that he tried his best to ignore. He was staying in an indefinitely toxic relationship, just for you.

He took you back to his apartment; he laid you down on his bed. He got you ready, he gave you a shirt to wear, he gave you everything you needed. Every single thing.

But it wasn't enough.

"I love you," he told you. He meant it with his all, and he couldn't ever take it back.

Yet you couldn't even say it back. You just nodded in acknowledgement, before falling asleep. That's the moment he did realize you weren't meant to be, even if he needed you.

While you slept, he paced around trying to come up with something he could say to you when you were sober, and he came up with something. Yet after you had dealt with the hangover, and were  ready to talk to him, he couldn't get anything out. He had a speech, but you left him speechless.

The thought of the fact that he was planning on proposing to you soon made it even worse for him. He has spoken to his family, to your family. He got your dads permission, and it was only a matter of time before he did it. But as he felt the ring burning a hole in his pocket, all he wanted to do was throw it out the fucking window.

...But maybe there still was a chance? It sure as hell was wishful thinking on his part, but he loved you too much to let you go without trying.

He started to speak and try to get everything out in hopes that you would come to your senses and... honestly, be better.

He told you how he would support you through everything, he would do anything you asked of him. He would read a million books, learn a billion different languages, and do trillions of things all for you. How all he wanted was you, how you were everything. He got on his knees and begged, but as you saw him, you couldn't say yes.

Something was wrong with you. No fucking shit, but still. Something about your unquenched thirst for fame ruined your whole thought process. You couldn't just give that up, even if you wouldn't be giving up.

"No," was all you said, before you left. You had his shirt on, and there were too many things of yours at his place, but you didn't care. You couldn't go back there, not after this.

You left him with a glass heart that you had dropped. You left him to clean up those pieces, just as you had with that cup. He would never be the same after you, and you could never be the same after him.

Everyone thought you were crazy, your entire family knew that if you weren't fucked in the head you would have said yes and made such a lovely bride. But those champagne problems... even if caused by just a drop of your story, had an effect on everyone.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #champagne problems #taylor swift #evermore

[unreadpoppy]

Wild Magic Surge

A little something based on a moment that happened while I played. Enjoy.

Summary: Gwen discovers that she can summon cambions midway through a particularly nasty fight.

This was a most inopportune time. 

They were losing the fight. Badly. Gale was crying for help, with Halsin trying to get near him to heal the wizard up. Gwen had misty stepped too far away from Shadowheart, and so the cleric couldn’t see where she was. Dame Aylin was a great help but she kept missing and Rolan was doing his best to support. 

‘I never figured a wizard would be this hard to kill’ Gwen thought to herself. 

As she managed to kill the opponent closest to her, Gwen began to mentally count how many scrolls of revivification she had, for the odds were distinctively not in their favor. 

And that’s when she felt it. That tingling feeling at the tip of her fingers, the way the air almost began to move differently. While Gwen loved her powers, there was one thing that was sure to cause problems.

Wild magic surge. 

She couldn’t control it when it happened nor what it brought. Sometimes, she’d go weeks without having trouble. Others, it was every day. But no matter when, it always happened when Gwen least needed it. For example, one time the surge made her, Karlach and Shadowheart all become cats and dogs. Cat Karlach had still been able to kill a goblin, so it wasn’t that worrisome then.

Still, she didn’t like her odds. 

As Gwen cast magic missile on her enemies, she felt the effects of a wild magic surge taking place. In a puff of smoke, she had summoned a being from another plane. Usually, she’d expect a mephit but this time it was a familiar figure. 

In fact, a very familiar cambion. 

Raphael. 

…

Raphael was having a peaceful day, for once since meeting the tadpole adventurers, when he was snatched from his house by forces unknown. Looking around, he seemed to be in some sort of tower, in a balcony, surrounded by books. 

But also, he was very clearly in the middle of a fight. 

He saw Gale of Waterdeep, on the other side of the room, in a balcony, casting spells from a safe distance. A bear was underneath him, beside the ladder, surrounded by two elementals. Shadowheart, the cleric, had slipped on the mud in the floor and was prone. The aasimar missed yet again and a tiefling Raphael had never seen before cast a spell powerful enough to end one of the elements. 

“Oh great, what in the hells are you doing here?” He heard a familiar female voice behind him speak up. 

It was the little mouse, Gwen, all bruised and bloody.. Looking down, a red haired man lay beside her, probably dead. 

“I should ask you.” He exclaimed, hearing the wizard shouting as he cast a spell. “How did you summon me?!”

“I didn’t! It just happened!” She shouted. Gwen looked past him at the chaos happening in battle. “You know what? Since you’re already here, you might as well help!” She said. 

“WHAT?!” He shouted. You will not make me-” 

Before he could finish, another elemental had gotten up to where they were and beat him. Raphael slowly turned around, angry. Without a moment’s hesitation, he struck the creature, wounding it badly. 

Gwen saw that and smiled. “That was good! Keep it up.” She said. Raphael rolled his eyes. 

…

Eventually, all but one of the elementals were dead. 

“I can’t see him!” Shadowheart shouted towards Gwen. “I think they became invisible.” 

The tiefling groaned. “Gale, do you have any see invisibility scrolls?” 

The wizard rummaged through his things but found nothing. He shook his head. Gwen sighed. The good thing about the creature turning invisible was that it allowed the party some time to rest. 

The bad part is that, thanks to Volo’s botched surgery, Gwen was the only one capable of seeing the invisible. She would have to go where the elemental had last been seen by anybody and hope she’d be able to off it before it knocked her out instead. 

“What’s happening?” Raphael asked. At this point, he had transformed into his more devilish form, wings spreading around. 

“There’s one elemental left and the bitch turned invisible.” She brushed past him, towards the ladder. “I have to go find it.”

Before he could argue, considering how in such a poor state she was, Gwen had already misty stepped towards one of the floating furniture. 

The elemental was revealed and before she could even react, the creature struck her, Gwen falling down. However, Shadowheart dealt the final blow and soon, the druid Halsin - now back to his normal form - rushed towards the tiefling, healing her up. 

Raphael flew down to where they were, seeing Gwen standing up on shaky legs, supported by the large elf. The others had gathered around. 

“What are you doing here?” The cleric asked him.

He pointed a clawed finger towards Gwen. “She summoned me here, I do not know how.”

“I think…it was… the surge.” She breathed out. Halsin cast another healing spell. 

“Ah, wild magic surge.” Gale exclaimed. “I remember reading somewhere that powerful sorcerers were capable of summoning cambions to our plane of existence during one of these events.” He looked Raphael up and down. “This is probably what happened. 

The devil scrunched his nose. He was aware of how the wizard felt towards him but chose to ignore it. For now. 

“I shall take my leave, then.” Raphael turned to look at the Nightsong snapping the red haired wizard’s back. “Before she does that to me.” 

Gwen chuckled, clutching her side as she did so. “Well, thanks for the help.” He nodded his head and snapped himself away. 

“This was…weird.” The druid said.

“Yeah.” Gwen said. “Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again. We already have Mizora to deal with, don’t need another cambion fooling around.” 

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #shadowheart #halsin #gale #Tav #bg3 #i'm not tagging ships cause nothing romantic happens #raphael baldur's gate 3