#I mean in the work life you would NEVER be allowed to take a vacation after less than 2 months of work

[cozymaples]

mile high! (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: ohhhh man. i've been meaning to write this for a long time. eons ago, i sent an ask to @stevenose with this specific request, and now here we are, imagining our own version of it. i hope you feast!

contains: afab!reader , public sex (plane) , rich!steve , long term boyfriend!steve, praises, mentions of inheritance

word count: 1.1k

Steve had always been wealthy. Born into it. It remained on the back burner for him, ready for whenever he wanted to take it. He had always waved it off, devoting his time to those around him; the kids, the group, and you. 

You.

You had become his main priority, making ends meet no matter what it took. You’d eventually moved into an apartment together, and you didn’t mind the size. Despite the fact that it was small, and somewhat cramped, you and Steve had worked for it, and that was what mattered. So when Steve’s father passes, call it old age or stress, Steve is..strangely okay. His relief outweighs his grievances, knowing he no longer had to live up to his father’s expectations. However, his father has left him an inheritance. A hefty one, at that. 

Steve spends weeks spiraling over it, insisting that it must be a mistake. No matter how many times you try to reassure him, you slowly realize he’ll have to come to terms with it on his own. “And after everything we’ve been through, you deserve a little bit of a break, Steve.” You’d argued, tenderly. “You don’t have to fight for everything, all the time. Maybe the universe knows that.” You crack a small grin, tenderhearted and sorrowful in the eyes. You feel bad that he can’t accept any form of a break, questioning any good thing that came into his life. Everything besides you. 

You were the one thing he’d never question; only thanking his lucky stars each and every night that they’d given you to him. 

Weeks turn into months, and Steve has slowly started allowing the wealth in. It starts small; being early on rent, replacing that shitty pipe in the bathroom. But then, deservingly so, he reaches his hand a bit further. Opting for a better car, trading his beat-up beemer in at the shop. Taking you to new places, booking a flight here and there. So when you both end of slipping into a luxury lifestyle, the transition is so seamless that you barely notice.

It’s only times like this when you notice; boarding a plane with Steve holding your hand, guiding you into first class. It’s spacious, definitely a tangible upgrade from coach. Steve had been putting more work into business, and with the inheritance acting as a permanent safety cushion, you knew Steve was taking up business because he wanted to; not because someone was forcing him to. Your flight was an overnight one, half of the passengers dozed off already. Steve had decided that you both needed a vacation, somewhere far away. You agreed.  The low hum of the plane soothes you as you rest on his shoulder, but you continue to stir, finally succumbing to your insomnia.

 “I can’t sleep.” You say, glancing up at him. His arm is draped over your frame, rubbing your back softly. He nods in agreement, a hazy half-lidded grin on his features. “Me neither,” He confesses. “How do we get you tired, sweetheart?” He asks, half-teasingly. You feel your clit throb, and the idea is planted in your head before you can even try to deflect it. It paints your features, and he notices. “Yeah?” He asks, brows raised with suspicion. You nod. He inhales sharply, a deep exhale following. You gaze around the plane, trying to plead your case. “Everyone’s asleep anyway,” You whisper, “No one would even notice.” You look at him with pleading eyes, and he nods slowly, nudging you gently to get up. 

The bathroom is tight, but just roomy enough that you can turn and lean against most of the surfaces. Steve has you pressed against the sink; the counter too thin to fully sit on, but just wide enough to rest on. His Rolex-clad wrist snakes up your chest, large palm nestling around your throat. He kisses sloppily along your jawline, his cock ramming into your pussy as his free hand hooks under your knee, granting him deeper access. Your moans have been muffled due to the squeezing around your throat, and he guides his lips to your ear. “Wouldn’t wanna wake anyone-yeah?” He groans softly, looking down at you as you nod in agreement. Just the sight of you makes him bite his tongue, jaw clenching harshly. Your clit is aching, and you can only focus on the way his cock slides in and out of you. Steve’s thick, and big. Always has been. The idea that you get to spend the rest of your life taking it makes your head spin. 

When he pulls it from you, whine loudly with protest, and he shushes you harshly. Spinning you around, he bends you forward just slightly, holding your hips as he realigns his cock with your pussy. He takes the time to rub the head against your clit, and you feel like you’re going to explode if he doesn’t let you finish soon. All of your emotions are heightened, paired with the anticipation of potentially getting caught. “Feels good, yeah?” You nod, whimpering as softly as you can, feeling his thick head continue to tug and push against your clit. “F’course it fuckin’ does.” He coos, sliding his cock back into you. Your eyes roll and your head falls forward, and he catches you by your neck. “Look at yourself.” He demands, and you do, with the aid of him holding your head up by your throat. Your face is flushed, red and warm, stray hairs sticking to your face as your jaw goes slack. “Yeah,” He praises, jaw clenching as he watches you, his cock throbbing inside of you as he rams into you. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.” Your stomach is graced with a familiar warmth, and you whine softly. “Close, aren’t you?” He asks, pulling you closer by your neck as he whispers against the shell of your ear. His breath is warm, his voice soft, and you shudder. “Come on, then.” He encourages, “Come.” You start to clench around him, whines and whimpers sporadically spilling from you. He quiets you by squeezing your cheeks, and it becomes increasingly harder for him to focus on two things at once. He risks you being too loud for the exchange of your orgasm, and his own. His thrusts grow more sloppy, harsher. “Shit,” He whines, and the way he sounds makes you dizzy. You both watch each other in the mirror, both of you unraveling for each other. You let him come inside of you, and he stays there after he comes, panting against the shell of you as his tightened grip loosens on you. He laughs, shocked that you both pulled this off. You join him, eyes blown wide with bewilderment. 

“Well,” He says with a smug grin, pulling your panties back up for you, pressing a kiss against the top of your head as you feel him dripping out of you. 

“Guess we can cross that one off our bucket list.” 

#steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #joe keery #joe keery smut #stranger things fanficion #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagines #maple writes stevie!

[cryptidghostgirl]

I would literally pay you to write a sequel to Humanity’s Most Favored Fantasy where the reader ends up in heaven but goes back cuz she needs everyone to know she's OK and alastor confesses cuz he won't miss the chance twice

A/N It was supposed to be a one off but I can totally make this happen bc I do feel like she would be redeemed. Sorry for so many posts today, I am really trying to get through these requests before the week of midterms I am going to deal with next week followed by a family vacation.

Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Part One: Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy (Alastor x Reader)

Warnings: I don't think there are any but please correct me if I am wrong. A tiny little baby bit of angst?? Idk, man.

Word Count: 1,783

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"You have to send me back."

Sera watched Heaven's two newest angels with careful consideration. They were each the first of their kind as far as either she or Emily knew, sinners having been redeemed.

"You have to at least let me talk to them!" Y/n pleaded, "Please, Charlie needs to know it worked. This... this place, that hotel, it's her dream. She's been dreaming for this all her life, working for it, giving it everything she has her whole life! She needs to know, she deserves to know."

"I mean, Sera, what harm could it do?" Emily tentatively asked her companion.

Y/n turned, looking back at Sir Pentious for help. Both had died in the battle for the hotel, only to be reborn as angels. They each had sacrificed themselves to Adam and his wrath for the sake of their friends, their newly found family.

The journey to Heaven had changed them. Sir Pentious was decked out in all white and gold, little hearts hidden everywhere over his body because it was his confession to Cheri that had been the final straw, that absolute show of humility in the face of sudden violent fear. Y/n on the other hand had found her angle form very similar to the statues she'd poured over as a human. A chiton hung lightly from her shoulders, her hair pulled up in an imperial Roman style and laurels winding their way around her head and through her hair. She looked positively monumental.

"Please." Y/n turned back to Sera, noting Pentious' hesitation, "You... you have to. Aren't we supposed to be all about fairness? About kindness? About caring for others?"

"She's got a point." Emily hummed, "I think we should give them a portal, at least so they can talk to their friends."

It was now Sir Pentious stepped forward, shaking slightly as he still tried to take in his new surroundings. Unlike Y/n who had disregarded them entirely in favor of the fight she was now picking with the seraphim, Pentious was overwhelmed and confused, completely loosing himself to the situation.

"Um... please, my ladies." he tentatively began before Y/n desperately cut him off.

"We wont ask for anything! Ever again! Right Pen?"

Sir Pentious nodded eagerly, his hands clasped before his chest. Emily turned to Sera, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Come on, Sera! Please!"

Sera sighed. This whole occasion was completely unheard of, totally uncharted territory.

"I suppose."

She would need to talk to God, need to get some form of guidance. For now, allowing the redeemed sinners to speak to their friends didn't seem to be too much of a risk. Emily clapped her hands in excitement, Y/n could have cried.

"Thank you."

Reluctantly, Sera nodded her head in welcome and with a flick of her wrist, a spinning disc of gold appeared in the air.

"Here are the rules." she carefully began, "One, you are not to speak to them where Emily and I cannot see both you and them through the portal. Two, there is a time limit. You get five minutes. Thre-"

"Oh come on, Sera!" Emily cut in, "Isn't that enough? This is their family, they might never get to see them again."

Sera let out another world weary sigh. She didn't have the energy to fight with Emily, it was all too much.

"Fine, fine." she waved the younger seraphim off, "Are you two ready?"

Y/n and Pentious met one another's gaze.

"Yes." Sir Pentious answered for them, "I believe so."

With a snap of Sera's fingers, the center of the glowing disc spread open like the aperture of a camera. The sight that met their eyes caused Y/n to gasp, her hands flying to her mouth.

The hotel looked completely different. Everything was nicer, shinier, bigger than either former sinner had ever seen it.

"The fuck is that?" they heard Cherri ask in her thick, Australian drawl.

"It's us!" Sir Pentious happily replied and in a flash, every member of the hotel was gathered on the other side of the portal.

"Charlie!" Y/n exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks, "Angie! Husker!"

"Y/n? Pen?" Charlie asked, her eyes wide.

"You did it!" Y/n happily replied.

"Where are you guys?" Nifty asked, looking in awe at Y/n and Pentious' stark white surroundings.

"We're in Heaven." Sir Pentious proudly replied.

"Say hi Sera, Emily!"

Emily ducked into view of the others, waving excitedly while Sera stayed put.

"Or... not Sera, I guess." Y/n mumbled, a bit disappointed.

Charlie turned to Vaggie, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and shaking her intensly.

"Vaggie!" she screamed in excitment.

"You did it! I'm so proud of you." Vaggie smiled up at her girlfriend, caressing her cheek gently with one of her hands.

"We did it." Charlie corrected, turning back to Y/n and Sir Pentious, "Oh my gosh, you guys! I'm so..."

Charlie sniffled and Y/n laughed, her eyes soft with care.

"We love you too Charlie. We..."

She turned to Sera, catching the look the seraphim shot her that alerted them to their dwindling time.

"We don't have much time." Sir Pentious finished for Y/n, "We just wanted to let you all know. We had to let you all know. Cheri, my dear?"

Cheri's cheeks flushed pink as Angle elbowed her playfully.

"Uh, yeah?"

Pentious smiled.

"I hope to see you soon."

"Sure. Whatever." Cheri looked away and Husk laughed.

"We hope to see all of you soon." Y/n added and then her face fell.

She hadn't meant to sour the mood with the impossibility of her words. Vaggie put a comforting arm around Charlie and Y/n could have sworn she saw one of Alastor's ears twitch from where he stood at the back of the group.

Alastor had been the only one to say nothing to the pair so far. The portal was growing smaller and the only thing on Y/n's mind was letting everyone at the hotel who she knew she might never get the chance to see again know how grateful she was to have had the opportunity to know them.

Brow furrowed, eyes lightly panicked, she turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, I love you." she announced, tears beginning to pool in her eyes, "I am so grateful for you, for everything you've done. You're an incredible person and I... I'm going to miss you so much. Same with you Vaggie. You are the brightest pair of people of any sort I have ever met."

That was the last straw for Charlie. The demon Princess began to bawl and with Angel and Cheri's help, Vaggie lead her out of sight of the portal. Next, Y/n fixed her gaze on Husk.

"Husker, I don't know if... if you or Nifty even want... it doesn't matter." she took a deep breath, "You are both such incredible people, thank you for being my friends."

Husk smiled sadly at her as Nifty latched onto his leg, hugging it tightly as tears began to fall. Lastly, Y/n turned to look at Alastor.

Out of everyone at the hotel, she knew Alastor the least. They never spoke much and when they were in the same room together, he always seemed to be as far away from her as he could get. It was complicated and confusing, but Y/n still knew none of this would have been possible without his help. She took a deep breath.

"Alastor?"

His ears picked up at the sound of her voice saying his name. Warily, he turned to face her.

Ever since the portal had appeared, his brain had been a rushing mess of thought, his heart a caged bird, trapped in the confines of his chest. He had thought he had lost any hope, any chance. Things had suddenly become much more complicated.

"I know we were never close." Y/n began and his breath caught in his throat, "I just... none of this would have been possible without you. I know you have no interest in redemption and... I wish I had gotten to know you better. You're... even though I don't really know you all to well, I want you to know that I love you all the same."

It was the first time, the very first time, those words had ever been directed from her to him. It felt better than Alastor ever could have imagined.

"I love you too."

The words had left his mouth before he'd really been able to think them through. His cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what he had said, Y/n's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted.

It was strange. Maybe it was because he always avoided her, maybe it was because she thought he hated her. Maybe it was a billion different reasons why she had never considered the idea before but none of those things mattered because she heard his words now, considered them now. Y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to love him back. Not platonically because maybe, just maybe, in this moment, all she wanted to do was reach through the portal and kiss him.

Those were thoughts to deal with later. She would have time later, she didn't now. The portal's closure became faster and Y/n sent a panicked look towards Sera and Emily. They were, however, unyielding in her silent plea and so she turned back to the quickly shrinking image of Alastor, Husk, and Nifty.

"I..." her voice trembled, "Fuck! Alastor, there's no time. I... fuck!"

There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions left unasked. Alastor, to her surprise, broke through her stressed mutterings, fueled by a sudden, wild courage. It was that human part of him, that one remaining spark of light.

"It's alright." he took a step closer, "You don't have to answer I just... I needed you to know. When Adam... when you died, the... nothing mattered anymore. I never thought I'd get the chance to say it, to tell you the truth. I had to, I had... I'm sorry."

"No! Alastor!" She yelled fiercely back at him, her eyes wild and determined as he loved them best, "Never apologize for loving someone. Never apologize for caring. I..."

The portal was almost shut now.

"Come find me!"

In a burst of golden light like phoenix fire, the portal vanished. Y/n was breathless, she turned to Pentious who was smiling brightly.

"He loves me."

He nodded and she giggled giddily.

"He loves me!"

As reality set in, the joy slipped from her face.

"And I'll probably never see him again."

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[arbiterlexultionis]

Instant Eternity

Time travel involving the infinite realms is truly a bizarre thing. Sometimes it follow one set of rules, and sometimes that set of rules may as well not exist. Usually, however, it works in one of two ways, the first is when the time travel is achieved through artificial means such as clockworks portals and allows for the altering of the timeline as one would expect time travel would allow. The other type of time travel is through natural means, portals usually, and it’s just that, Natural. That portal to the past opened up in the past the same moment it did in the present. If you step into the portal in the year 2000 then you already stepped out of the portal hundreds of years ago. It’s A Thing That Already Happened. Danny himself experienced this, as while chasing Vlad through time they fought in the middle of a Roman coliseum and, whoopsy daisy, set a really big fire. A fire which Danny had learned about years before he even had his accident.

So, the infimap can take the user anywhere, anywhen. And the infimap is just that, a map. It doesn’t make new roads, it just drags you across already existing paths. So it is a natural form of time travel, if you use it to go in time to kill your grandfather in order to insure your never born your interference will result in your grandparents falling in love and your birth.

Danny realizes that anytime he needs to heal from a battle or has gone 156 hours without sleeping or eating he can use the infimap to pop back to the past for a few days and then have the map bring back to the “Present”, exactly one second after he left. A three week vacation that lasted one second. At first he’s really wary about using this, worried about accelerated aging or getting lost in the time stream and a hundred other issues. At first.

It’s been months sense the accident. Sam and Tucker have both shot up several inches. Danny, on the other hand, hasn’t grown sense the accident. At all. They fought a ghost who could rapidly age opponents, a single slap turned Tucker into a decrepit old man. The ghost wrapped his hands around Danny’s throat and spent 5 minutes trying to strangle him while Danny bought time for Sam and Tucker to pull off the plan. The sucked him into the thermos, his influence on time ceased so Tucker returned to his proper state. “Jeez it sure is lucky he didn’t try and age me, right guys? Ha ha ha”. Danny gets blasted through a natural portal while making a trip through the zone and spends years trying to get home, not aging a day.

He can’t deny it after that, can’t ignore it. He’s immortal. He’s going to live forever. He’s going to watch his friends and family whither away and die out. He’s going to have to spend the rest of his life wandering from place to place trying not to get outed as the same 14 year old who save someone’s great great grandma 100 years ago.

After having his first middeath crisis, suddenly the only reasons he had to not spend years on end wandering the world and the past is gone, even if he loses the infimap, worst case scenario he’ll just take the long way home. Suddenly, he’s dreading the next 80 years of the “Present”. He decides that if he’s going to watch his friends and family grow old and frail he’s going to make sure it’s takes as long as it possibly could, from his perspective. By the time they’re 20 Danny’s gonna have 200 years under his belt.

He becomes a temporal tourist, hopping into the past every time the late night fights and schoolwork become to much. Spends years in every civilization imaginable, mastering every skill he can, leaving legends in his wake.

I feel like Danny and his adventures do have a lot of potential for story’s, as it’s a pretty good setup for having Danny in any type of time period or historical event for extended periods of time, fighting in the trenches of World War I, exploring the Americas during the era of colonialism, sailing the seas a swashbuckling vigilante pirate. I, however, have most of my related ideas being based around crossovers. So most of that will be in part two, so that people who like to filter out all that can still see this post.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #fic prompt #dp au #story prompt #writing prompt #danny phantom au #dp #Danny’s Immortal #temporal tourist #Temporal Tourist AU #Danny the next time Vlad goes on and on about his TWenTy YeARs ExperIANce: That’s cute #Dash pulls up to start something and Danny fresh from spending 13 years as a baker in Ancient Rome is just like Who’s this strange child? #He completely forgets about a English project for Lancer and when Lancers standing in front of his desk asking for it #Danny just like “it’s in… Um… in the bathroom “the bathroom? “yes “ okay go get it. Now. #Danny comes back two seconds later with the best project Lancer has ever seen. it’s autographed by Shakespeare #he had to ask what the project was before he left.

[bbrissonn]

𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

in which your relationship with quinn was never what you though it was, secrets being keep, one of those being you

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, this does NOT reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn't how i imagine them acting

warnings: angst, swearing, asshole quinn, not proofread

pairing: quinn hughes x gn!reader (im pretty sure)

wc: 4.5k (including lyrics)

a/n: the ending is kinda shit because i really wanted to post this before the rest of the album came out sooo yeah

GUTS series

Hate to give the satisfaction asking how you’re doing now

How’s the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

Just what you wanted

Look at you, cool guy, you got it

I see the parties and diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes

Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise

I love you truly

You gotta laugh at the stupidity

If someone would’ve asked you how to describe yourself a year ago, the words confident, independent and strong would’ve been some you used, but using them now if someone would ask you the same question wouldn't be right. You were no longer that person, the one who always had a smile on her face, one who was always kind and considerate of other’s in the room. No, that you was dead, and it was all his fault. 

When you had met Quinn almost a year ago now, he was the sweetest boy you had ever meet, his personality almost the same as yours. So it was no surprise to you that the two of you ended up hanging out as friends multiple before eventually asked you out on a date. You hesitated at first, scared to ruin your friendship, but the hockey boy was everything you dreamed of in a man, and you knew denying him would be a mistake, so you agreed. 

The two of you then started dating in January, and everything between the two of you was amazing. Sure, you guys didn’t see each other as often as you’d like, with him having practices in the morning and you working until late at night, mainly around the time his games would start. But you made it work, you saw each other at least twice a week, and when time wasn’t in your favour, facetimes were your go-to night time activities. 

But all that changed when summer started approaching, Quinn had let you know months in advance that he’s be heading home for pretty much the whole summer, excited to spend time with his family. Of course, he invited you, but you had the decline the offer, your job would never allow you to take the whole summer off. Thankfully though, you were able to switch your two weeks vacation you had taken in September, and move them to the begin of July.

When you informed your boyfriend you’d be able to join in a month after he left, a weird look creeped up on his face, making your brows furr. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, your head looking away from the TV and over to him. 

“Nothing. It’s just… we’re already a full house. You said you couldn’t come so Jack invited another friend. There’s no more bedroom.” 

“Oh, well, I though we’d just share, you know, I mean we already do.” You explained confused, it seemed pretty obvious to you that you’d be sleeping in the same bed. He was your boyfriend after all, why wouldn’t you sleep in the same bed?

“Right.” His answer was short and quick before his attention was back on the TV. “You’d have to meet my parents, and all my brothers and their friends. It’s a lot of people.” He said, almost as if he was trying to discourage you to go. You shrugged it off, thinking nothing too much of it. Quinn was a shy person, you told yourself he was probably just nervous for his two lives to meet together. 

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.” You assured him. You didn’t worry much about meeting his brothers and their friends, especially considering the fact that you were the same age as Jack and his friends. You hoped that being the same age as them would make the whole meeting easier, something you had mentioned to your boyfriend everytime he’d talk about you having to meet his brothers, but each time, your statement never seemed to make him change his mind, always acting weird whenever you’d bring it up. 

When the older boy didn’t answer you, you grew anxious. Did he not want you to meet them? Was he too ashamed to bring you home with him? Doubt and self conscious thoughts being to fill your head and you couldn’t help but ask him about it. 

“Do you not want me to come?” You questioned him, your voice shaky and low as your eyes focused on your lap, while his shifted over to your figure. As seconds ticked by, regret overcame you, maybe you should’ve just dropped the subject instead of asking questions. 

“Of course I want you to come.” He lied, he couldn’t tell you the truth, you’d leave him if he did, and that was the last thing he needed. Well, it wasn’t a full lie, Quinn wanted you there, but not as his girlfriend, only had his friend. 

“Then why do you act so weirdly every time we talk about me meeting your family?” You pushed, you were desprated for an answer, you needed to know. 

“‘M not.” 

“But you are, Quinn! You always try and find reasons for me not to meet them. Are you ashamed of me?” You continued. The boy could feel the anger rising in him, he hadn’t signed up for this. An argument was not what he wanted when he walked into your apartment earlier that night, no he expected a silent movie night and sex, that’s the only reason he had even agreed to come over in the first place. 

“God, Y/N, you’re so delusion.” Quinn groaned, pushing himself off the couch, walking towards the front door of the apartment. You were quick on his trail, walking only feets behind him. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Home.” He mumbled, slipping his shoes on, only to find you standing in front of your door with your arms crossed over your chest. 

“No.” 

“Y/N, move.” 

“No. Answer my question, Quinn.” You told him, your voice stern. The boy only rolled his eyes before gently pushing you the side and leaving you all alone in your apartment. This was not how either of you planned this night to go. 

Looking back at it now, that night was the first sign that things were going sour in your newly formed relationship. You knew it at the time, but you refused to acknowledge it, your feelings for the boy overshadowing the red flags being waved in front of you. 

The second sign was not even a week later, the Canucks winning a big game in overtime, and obviously they all wanted to go celebrate with each other and their significant others. Of course, that meant you were invited, you always were. So to say you were confused when Quinn didn’t open the driver door of your car like he always did when you arrived at the bar was an understatement. 

“Get back in the car, Y/N.” He told you as he walked towards the entrance of the bar, only to stop when you yelled out his name. 

“What’s going on with you?” 

“Go home, I’ll find a ride home.” He said hrashly before walking in and joining his teammates at a booth, while you stayed in the freezing cold outside for a solid five minutes, confused as to what had just happened. 

The two of you hadn’t exactly cleared the air after your little argument at your place the previous week, so you just convinced yourself that he was probably still a little angry and just wanted a night alone. But deep down you knew that wasn’t the case, he had called you the next morning acting like nothing happened, and he had been acting that way ever since. 

You should’ve called it quits after that night, go back to his place and pack all your things before going home and packing all of his. But you didn’t, instead you waited until the next morning when he’d called you and act like it didn’t happen, that became his go-to thing after that, acting like you two had no problems. 

The third sign hit you like a truck. The season had ended a little while ago, the Canucks missing the playoffs, meaning Quinn was going to head home soon. He didn’t tell you when, you guess he’d probably stay a month, enjoy some time together before he left for the month and you’d join him in July. 

Only when it was almost one in the afternoon and you still hadn’t heard anything from him, you started getting worried. You went to his place after work, only to find his apartment empty, barely anything left in it. You called him, five times, three voicemails, not answer. Part of you started freaking out a little, deciding to call Pettey to see if he knew anything. You wished more than anything you hadn’t. 

The foreward informed you that the boy had left for New Jersey early in the morning, confused as to why you had asked him. You didn’t answer him, instead hanging up and trying to call Quinn once again, only to be met with the sound of his voicemail. 

It wasn’t until the next morning that your boyfriend answered you, telling you he was staying with his brothers to cheer them on during their playoff run and that he’d be heading to Michigan right after. You had never cried over a boy so much before, having to call in sick to work because of how unwell you felt. He left, no warning, no note, nothing, he just left. Little did you know, the next time you’d see him would end up becoming the worst day of your life. 

‘Cause I’ve made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should’ve known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, fame fucker

Bleedin’ me dry like a goddamn vampire

A wide smile was plastered on your face as your taxi pulled up in the driveway of Quinn and Jack’s shared summer house, the July sun hitting your skin as you stepped out. After getting all your bags out of the car and paying the driver, you made your way to the front door, choosing to knock on it instead of just barging in. 

The door opened a couple of seconds later, the loud noise of music playing through the house as boy who looked your age opened the door, a confused look on his face. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Is Quinn here?” Your question made a slight chuckle come from the boy, making you a little confused. An awkward smile formed on your face as you realized maybe you had the wrong house. 

“You’re not his type, sweetheart.” The boy chuckle as he leaned against the door frame, making your brows furr. Not his type? What was this guy talking about. 

“Not his type?” 

“Yeah, he’s usually more of a skinny blond guy, at least the one last night was.” The boy explained, making your heart drop. 

“Last night?” You mumbled, hoping that he wasn’t talking about Quinn sleeping with someone else, someone who wasn’t you, who didn’t even look like you. 

“Look, I don’t how you get this address and all, but please leave.” He said before trying to close the door, only you pushed it, keeping it open. 

“I am his girlfriend.” You told him, holding up your phone in his face. Your lock screen being a photo of the two of you in bed, the side of his face pressed against yours as wide smile were present on both your faces. The smirk that was once on the boy’s face dropped, before looking back into the house. 

“I’ll got get him.” He mumbled before closing the door. A minute later, the door opened again, Quinn standing in front of you as a couple of guys were standing behind him, all of them looking at you. Just as the boy from before was about to say something, Quinn stepped outside, slamming the door behind him. 

“What’re you doing here?” He asked, his tone harsh and mean as tears started to form in your eyes. 

“Did you sleep with another girl last night?” You asked him, your voice small and shaky as your eyes stared into his. 

“Go home, Y/N.” 

“Did you?” You asked again, your voice a little louder this time, frustration building up in you as he avoided your question. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” He said, his tone the same as before. 

“You invited me here, Quinn, you said you wanted me to be here!” 

“Well, I don’t anymore! I don’t want you here, Y/N, so go the fuck home!” He yelled, making your jaw drop slightly at his words. 

“You don’t want me here?” You asked after almost a minute of silence, your voice back to being small and shaky. Meanwhile, Quinn was staring at you with anger, rage almost. 

“Yeah. I don’t why in you’re right mind you’d still show up here when I’ve haven’t mentioned you coming here at all in a long fucking time.” He responded, his words slowly cutting your heart in half. He didn’t want you here, he didn’t want you. 

“Oh.” Was all you could say, you’re eyes now staring at the ground beneath you as tears slowly started falling from your eyes. 

“Go home, and leave me the fuck alone, Y//N.” He finished, his tone not changing. Before you even had time to say anything he had disappeared back inside the house, leaving you all alone again. 

You were sat on the steps of the front proch, waiting for a taxi to come pick you and bring you back to the airport. Where were you gonna go? You had no clue. All you knew was that you had the next two weeks off and you weren’t about to spend them in Vancouver. 

Suddenly, the boy who opened the door was sitting next to you, a small awkward smile on his face as you wiped as many tears away as you could. 

“I’m Alex.” The boy said softly, making you look over at him, trying your hardest to smile at him. 

“Y/N.” 

“‘M sorry, about before, what I said.” 

“You got nothing to be sorry about. But, the blond girl you were talking about…” You trailed off, the though of saying the words out loud making you go quiet. 

“He slept with her. She wasn’t the only one this summer.” He told you, making your heart break a little more the more he talked. In all honesty, you didn’t even know who the boy next to you was, Quinn had never mentioned an Alex, but then again you knew they probably had a weird nickname for him like they do for everyone else. The only thing you knew was that he was Jack’s friend, knowing none of Quinn’s friend were here yet. Yet this stranger you’ve known for a couple of minutes has been more open and honest about your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend you weren’t sure at this point, had been during your whole relationship. 

“Save me the pain of knowing how many, would you?” You asked, more tears falling from your eyes. But they weren’t falling because of Quinn, no, tears were rolling down your cheeks because of yourself. How stupid you felt for no noticing how weird he had been acting, well more for just ignoring it, how you should’ve ran away from the moment he was avoiding the subject of you meeting his family and friends. You should’ve ran the moment a girl requested to dm you, warning you about Quinn’s playboy past when she saw the two of you at a bar. You should’ve ran and never look back multiple times, but you never did, your love for the boy too strong for your head to do what was right. You let your heart and emotions control your life, and it’s came back to bit you in the ass. 

“So, I am guessing you don’t wanna know that he never told us he had a girlfriend?” He knew he shouldn’t, your heart was already broken enough, but he needed too. You had travelled all the way from Vancouver for Quinn, only for your relationship to fall apart because of him. He needed you to know the truth. 

“Should I even be surprised at this point? He’s always avoided talking about me meeting any of you.” You scoffed, at the same moment, a taxi pulled up into the driveway. Thankfully, it wasn’t the same one as before, saving you the embarrassment of leaving the taxi the happiness women on earth, only to go back in the most heartbroken one. Alex helped you load your bag in the trunk of the car, silence sitting over the two of you. 

“Take care of yourself. Don’t beat yourself up over that idiot.” 

“I will.”

And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called ‘em crazy too

You’re so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?

(How do you lie? How do you lie? How do you lie?)

Oh, what mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill

Can’t figure out just how you do it and God knows I never will

Went for me and not her

‘Cause girls your age know better

You had decided to spend your two weeks off of work visiting your best friend in Calgary, being with her seemed like the only way Quinn wouldn’t be on your mind 24/7, and you were right. During your time there, you barely thought of the boy, your best friend being a light in your dark world, making you forget all your issues. 

Of course, that all changed the second your plane landed in Vancouver, all your memories of coming here to see Quinn after a road trip coming back to you. And it only got worst once you got to your apartment, one of Quinn’s hoodie before thing you saw when you walked in, tears immediately forming in your eyes. You couldn’t, you had already cried way too many tears over him during your relationship, you couldn’t let yourself cry some more now that he was gone. 

He made clear the state of your relationship when he sent you a simple two word text. We’re done. That was it. No sorries, or any signs that he felt bad, just we’re done. Luckily, you were already in Calgary when he texted you, meaning your best friend was there to make you feel better. But she wasn’t when he came by unannounced to pick up his things. 

It had been two months since your relationship ended, and you were doing horribly. Everything reminded you of him, and of how stupid you were for sticking around, every where you went, he was there, not physically, but in your memories. You had just came back from work when he arrived, knocking loudly on your door scaring you a little. 

When you opened the door, he just walked in, didn’t even look at you or say hi, instead heading straight for your room. He looked the same that he did in July, only his hair was a little longer now. When you joined him in your bedroom, half of his bag was already full, your drawers all opened with your clothes everywhere. 

“Are you at least gonna clean up the mess you’re making in my room?” You asked him, your voice full of anger. There was no way you were gonna let him barge in here with no warnings, then make a mess in your room, not say a single word to you, and then just leave, and if he thought so, he was dead wrong. 

“I am talking to you, Quintin!” You said louder this time, walking towards him and grabbing his bag just as he was about to put some sweatpants in it. His head flew up, giving you a death glare before finally speaking to you. 

“Give it.” 

“No.” 

“Y/N, give me my fucking bag.” He mumbled harshly, reaching out for it only for you to step back. You had the upper hand now, or at least you thought so. 

“You want your bag back? Then clean the fucking mess you made in my room, in which you came in without asking permission.” You said firmly, only making the boy scoff, his glare still present. 

“You’re fucking crazy.” 

“I could call the cops on you right now.” 

“Really? You’d call the cops on me?” 

“Yeah. Clean up, or it’s the cops you’re gonna have the deal with.” 

“You’re seriously fucking insane, Y/N.” Quinn mumbled before ripping his half packed bag out of your hands and storming out of your apartment, leaving you all alone again. Tears of anger started rolling down your face, part of you wanting to chase after him and yell, while the other wanted to just scream into your pillow and cry. You decided on neither, taking in the fact that half his belongings were still in your room. 

The next day, you quickly go into action, cleaning the mess Quinn had made the previous night, all while putting his things aside. When you were done, a pill of clothes was splattered on the floor just outside your room, and you soon joined it with a pair of scissors in your hands. One by one, you started destroying his clothes, letting out all your anger and rage on the pieces of clothing. 

He deserved it, after everything he had put you through in the last year or so, he deserved it, all of it. You showed no mercy, going crazy on the clothes you wore more often than the others, or the ones you knew held a special place in his heart, like his NTDP and Michigan hoodies. 

Next were all the gifts he had given you. It pained you, chopping off the heads of so many adorable teddy bears, but it needed to be done. Those gift were given in a way of saying ‘I love you’ but it didn’t mean anything to him. You didn’t mean anything to him. Everything single thing he had given you was destroyed, but the one that hurt the most was the ring he had gotten you for your birthday, both your initials engraved on the inside of it. Scissors weren’t enough for this, so you made your way to your kitchen, grabbing one of your big knife, doing anything and everything to bend the ring to the point where he couldn’t return it. 

Tears were falling down your cheeks as you placed the ring at the top of the box, above all the other gifts and his clothes, making sure it’d be the first he saw. It felt weird, like you were truly saying goodbye to your relationship. It was the end, after today you’d never see him again. Your boss telling you you could transfer to the compagnies office in Calgary as soon as next week, something your best friend was over the moon about. You’d never have to face the boy who completely broke and changed you, you’d never have to be in the same city as him. 

You didn’t even bother knocking on his door when you dropped off his things, instead just walking in, knowing he barely ever kept his door locked. He was sitting on his couch, a random TV show on the playing when you walked in. You heard him curse under his breath, but you didn’t pay any attention to him, instead dropping the box in the middle of his apartment. 

“I hope you rot in hell, Quintin.” You said harshly before turning around and making your way back out his home. 

“You’re a psycho you know that.” He called out, making you stop right before his door. You turned around, only to see he wasn’t on his couch anymore, now standing about five feet away from you. 

“Yeah? Then what does that make you? I hope one day you’ll feel that you’ve made me feel. That your self esteem is so low that you don’t ever want to leave your apartment. Karma’s a bitch.” You told him before opening his door and walking out. Part of you hope he’d follow you, tell you it was all a big mistake and that he still loved you, that way you’d be able to crush him, making him feel what he made you feel. But you weren’t okay with the fact that he didn’t knowing karma would eventually come back to him. 

And it did.

You said it was true love, but wouldn’t that be hard?

You can’t love anyone ‘cause that you would mean you had a heart

I tried to help you out, now I know that I can’t

‘Cause how you think’s the kind of thing I’ll never understand

A year later, you were sitting in the living room of your shared apartment with your best friend, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when an article caught your eye. Karma had done it’s thing. Barely a month after you left Vancouver, Quinn had found himself a model girlfriend, she was the complete opposite of you, but you didn’t spend any time analyzing everything difference between the two of you like you would’ve done when you first broke up. No, now you just wished nothing more than for her to break his heart. 

And she did. Barely a year into their relationship she cheated on him, publicly, meaning everyone knew about it. Quinn had grown a little famous because of his relationship, meaning almost every city he went in, people would stare at him, teenagers would giggle at him, while adults gave him looks of pity. 

You had ran into Alex during the last season, when the Kings were in town to play against Calgary, and a friendship was born. The two of you talked quite a lot, almost every single day, getting to know each other pretty quickly. The boy soon became like an older brother to you, and you became a little sister to him. 

This new friendship of yours meant if you ever wanted to, you could get updates of Quinn. Hearing that the defenseman was heartbroken over his girlfriend cheating on him brough you the most amount of join you had ever felt in the last two years. You slept amazingly that night, knowing Quinn was in his bed, his heart aching, just like yours was last summer. 

She had done to him, what he had done to you. Only, his was way worst because of the whole affair being public. To you, it felt like you had won. For months, it was him who wasn’t hurting, but now the table had turns. While you slept peacefully each night, Quinn struggled to find sleep, his mind asking himself so many questions. Did she even love him? How many other guys were there? 

One night, your words replayed in his head. Karma was a bitch.

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[gingiesworld]

Dancing In The Snow

Jane Banner x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had never truly experienced a magical snowfall before, especially since they had grew up in the UK where the snow doesn’t really stick, and if it does, the magic of the snow is short lived and turns into ice overnight. So Jane had decided since the two of them had a vacation from work, she would take them to her father’s cabin for a few days. The snow had already fallen beforehand so the area was covered in a blanket of white.

“It’s beautiful here.” They told her as she pulled up outside of the cabin.

“My father used to bring my mom and I here every winter when I was younger.” She told them as she watched their expression. “We spent every Christmas here.”

“That sounds amazing.” They smiled at her as she nodded.

“It was amazing.” She told them. “And it’s something I want to share with you.” She told them as the two got out of the car, Y/N grabbed both of their bags before Jane could object, allowing her to lead the way up the cold icy steps.

Once they were inside, Y/N admired the decor, the varnished walls with some pictures hanging on the walls. A lot from Jane’s childhood, whether it be from hunting or fishing with her father, or gardening or building snowmen with her mother. Y/N could really see how happy a young Jane was whenever she came here throughout the years.

“We will have to share a queen since I feel weird sleeping in the master.” She told them as they just smiled at her.

“That’s perfect.” They told her, not arguing with her point as there was a bigger bed in the master bedroom.

The two had soon settled in, with Jane in the kitchen, brewing up some hot cocoa as Y/N lit the fire, giving the cabin a warm glow.

“Here.” She spoke softly as she handed them the mug topped off with cream and chocolate shavings. “It’s hot cocoa, just how my mom used to make it.”

“Thank you.” They smiled at her, taking a sip of the hot beverage and making her laugh at the cream mustache it had left behind. “What?”

“As much as you look good with facial hair, I prefer to see your face clearly.” She told them as she wiped it away with her thumb before sucking it clean.

“Thank you Jane.” They whispered as they both soon sat down together in front of the fire, Jane sat between their legs and her back against their front as their arms were wrapped around her. “For sharing this part of your life with me, I truly appreciate it.”

“I want to keep you in my life Y/N.” She told them as she looked up in their eyes. “I can’t explain my feelings thoroughly yet because I am still understanding them myself, but I know that I don’t want to lose you, not ever.”

“I think I understand what you mean.” They replied as they looked into the fire. “I still get confused about how I feel but I know one thing for sure.” They looked back in her eyes. “The love I feel for you burns brighter than any flame we have ever seen.” Jane only turned around to straddle them as she kissed their lips passionately.

“I know I do feel the same.” She whispered as they let out a breathy chuckle, their eyes following hers towards the window. “It’s snowing.” They watched as she moved from their lap to get her boots and coat on. “Come on.” She was out of the door before Y/N had even moved from their spot. Quickly following her outside, a smile on their face as they watched her dancing without a care in the world. “Dance with me?” She asked as they joined her. Smiling as they wrapped their arms around her and spinning her around, admiring the snowflakes as they got caught on her lashes, seeing the brightest smile on her face as they danced, laughing as they dipped her before losing their footing as the two of them fell against the soft snow beneath them.

“Snow angels?” She laughed as they started to make their own, soon joining in with their antics and making her own before the two got up and started to have a snowball fight. Spending the night laughing and smiling as they played like children in the snow. Enjoying the simplicity of the moment before they had to return to the real world.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BAKUGOU FAMILY HEADCANNONS (Platonic)

There would be NO DOUBT that they would ALL be HELLA OVERPROTECTIVE about you 

I mean, Masaru would be kinda chill actually compared to Mitsuki and Katsuki. He won't freak TF out if you talk to other people and have fun with your friends and he's the most lenient one in the family and he doesn't give a damn what you wear. He likes seeing you in all sorts of clothing and thinks his darling little daughter looks good in whatever she wears and won't force you to do anything 

But when it comes to the question of sleepovers and going to other people's houses WITHOUT EITHER one of the Bakugou's to accompany you is a big no go. They're worried that something might happen to you if you step out of the house and they half wish you'll stop trying to be apro hero. Why be a hero and put your life at risk while you have the big strong Ground Zero as your brother and 2 parents who are perfectly capable of protecting the youngest Bakugou?

Mitsuki, on the other hand will treat you like a child along with Katsuki. Everyone loves spoiling the shit outta you and Mitsuki likes dressing you up in cutesy cutesy little outfits. Mitsuki however will NEVER allow you to break rules like disobeying her when she says no to something and sneaking off with your friends. She simply will NOT tolerate rule breaking and even if you DO manage to sneak around her back, your brother Katsuki will always be there to 'get you on the right track' even if he has to use his quirk on you. They just want what's best for you after all

They are self aware yanderes and their relationship towards you is unhealthy and delusional and they KNOW it but they have to protect you from the horrors of the world. If you used to attend the UA, you bet Katsuki had something to do with why your mom suddenly wanted you to drop out and take a break for sometime and soon that 'break' turned into a never ending relaxing vacation at your home for you. You won't be working anytime soon while they're around that's for sure and while Masaru talks to you, Katsuki and Mitsuki will be busy preparing food for you guys to eat. They don't want you going in the kitchen, what if you accidentally hurt yourself or boil or burn yourself?

They'll love cuddling with you and making you feel safe and comfortable in their presence. They have NEVER hit you till date and never will either. And WHO expects parents to starve their own kids? Cuz, they aren't those types of parents

For punishments, they'll just restrict your usage of your favorite items but they won't leave you isolated or without food and water. They aren't THAT heartless psychopaths 

Katsuki is the world's MOST short tempered brother one can have and you BET he's gonna cling to you 24/7 and tell on you to your parents what you both did the entire day (This boi should come with a blabbermouth and a tattletale warning label). You can hate him all you want for it but he just wants what's best for his youngest sibling. He loves and cares about you too much and he won't cuss around you so much either since he actually rather enjoys your innocence. His blood will BOIL when you talk to other people ESPECIALLY other GUYS and he'll obviously threaten to blow them up, even if you talk to Kirishima

 Being in relationships is COMPELTELY off the table for you. They will NEVER allow you to date and if you are in a relationship in secret, oh... what a shocker, that scumbag broke up with you the next day? Well, you can BET your allowances your OWN family was behind it but they'll just comfort you as they get you and give you whatever you want

The house will be full of baby pictures of you and Katsuki and you all as a happy family. They'll have guests over a few times but they can't ever let someone try taking you away from them so they'll try limiting the time of the guest's stay in their household instead of maniacally killing them. They won't let pro heroes enter their house either and will come up with INFINITE excuses as to why they can't come in. They just don't want to lose you 

Just let them take care of you and everything will be all right after all, family ALWAYS knows what's best for you...

''Come on little firecracker, you'll look cute and adorable in that dress and I think we should CERTAINLY put up some pictures of the wall after this. What do you think Masaru?''

''Sure, our little angel looks nice in whatever they wear''

"Tch... you don't look THAT bad firefly..."

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[tragedy-for-sale]

Left Me with You

Anakin hated when he took away Obi-Wan's happiness, even if it was just pretend.

Sad Obi-Wan is just my favorite thing to write. Apparently. This fic is kinda long and is already up on my Ao3.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

It wasn't often that Obi-Wan and Anakin got to go on meditative retreat together. But even then, as Obi-Wan sat in the field, eyes closed and legs crossed, he could feel it within him, Anakin would be happier if he wasn't here. Obi-Wan opened his eyes, brows furrowed and a concerned frown. He wished he could talk to Anakin about it, but talking wasn't something they did. Obi-Wan wondered of all Anakin would say, if he could speak openly of his love, Obi-Wan smiled at the thought of Anakin, the sparkle of love in his eyes. The sparkle of life. But that smile didn't last long, Anakin would never tell him all about his love, and Obi-Wan would never ask. He wouldn't ruin Anakin's happiness, it was such a rare thing, and Obi-Wan never wanted Anakin to go without it, not if he didn't have to.

Obi-Wan stood up, wrapping his robe around him as he started back to the small vacation home Padme had so graciously allowed them to stay in. He walked among the wildflowers, but he didn't stop to pick a few. They were beautiful, but the moment he touched them, the moment he plucked them from their home, they would die, the moment Obi-Wan touched those beautiful flowers, they would die. So he kept walking, he let them live, he would not touch them, and he would live because Obi-Wan didn't go anywhere near them.

Reaching the house, he took off his sandals and walked into the kitchen. He looked on the counter and saw a vase. Obi-Wan felt as if he'd been struck, those flowers, those beautiful flowers that Obi-Wan had been so tempted to kneel down beside, to take in the smell of spring, to pluck them from their home for his own selfish desires. Those beautiful flowers were impossible not to notice, and now they were on full display as they died- "Hey Obi-Wan," it was Anakin's voice, but Obi-Wan could not stop the ringing in his head long enough to focus, "-picked the flowers-" The sound of flickering embers. "-They're really nice, they smell really good-" he would've led such a meaningful life. "Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan looked up, he found Anakin, "Oh, Anakin," a familiar smile found its way to Obi-Wan's face as he walked over and smelled the flowers, 'I'm so sorry, Master-' he closed his eyes, the smell of spring, early morning rainfall and late night firefly catching. He opened his eyes, "How was the lake?"

Anakin's own smile flickered on his face, but if Obi-Wan didn't want to talk, they wouldn't. Talking wasn't something they did. "It was nice, Master." Anakin remembered fondly, "The water was cool but in the sun," Anakin chuckled, "Man, I almost fell asleep, that's why I came back," Anakin opened the fridge with the intention of finding a snack but he couldn't help his thoughts wandering and lingering on Obi-Wan. Even though they hadn't even been remotely close, Anakin could sense his Master's sorrow. He'd worried about this. He hadn't wanted Obi-Wan to come to Naboo, Anakin had asked Obi-Wan if he'd want to go somewhere else, anywhere else but here. Anakin could sense it since the moment they arrived, Obi-Wan would be happier if he wasn't here.

"Master," Anakin's voice seemed on edge, it certainly caught Obi-Wan's attention, for Anakin could sense Obi-Wan straightening up and crossing his arms. Prepared to ricochet any shots.

"Yes, Anakin?" But his voice was soft, giving nothing away, not his fear, not his anger, not his sorrow. Obi-Wan was always so good at pretending, but Anakin knew that for all of Obi-Wan's confidence, he didn't really mean it.

"We're still gonna be here in four days," Anakin could dance around the point, that was how it worked. Neither one of them dared to look the other in the eye, for both were far too afraid to address all the damage they'd done to the other.

"Yes, we are," Obi-Wan nodded, walking over to the cabinet and looking at the tea. He was so good at that. "Do you want a cup of tea?" He wasn't going to give in, he couldn't.

Anakin nodded, maybe he should drop it, but how could he ignore Obi-Wan's trembling hands? "Master," Anakin said again, Obi-Wan turned, that knowing smile on his face. "It'll be twelve years..."

Obi-Wan felt as if he'd been punched in the gut, the mug became impossibly heavy he could only put it down. His stomach twisted in knots as he struggled to turn to meet Anakin's gaze, "Yes," He mustered out, but his voice trembled. Every year, from the first year to today, Obi-Wan was never any better, he never missed Qui-Gon any less. Obi-Wan resigned, bowing his head, looking down at the counter, "Why do you bring it up?"

Anakin might as well of gut punched Obi-Wan then and there, that would hurt less. He looked at his master, hunched over, fists clenched Anakin could see the white of his knuckles, stray hairs hiding his face and his shoulders tense. He shouldn't have said anything. They didn't talk about things like this, this was why, Anakin. "-When I lost my mother," Anakin's throat went dry, he found it so hard to speak. "When she died-" he looked away, "I can't remember what she sounds like," Anakin wanted to laugh, if only to show Obi-Wan he was okay. "I don't remember her laugh or that song she'd sing while doing laundry, even though she sang it every time she did the-" Anakin hung his head, oh- Oh. What had he done?

Obi-Wan looked up through his hair, he looked terribly alone. "Anakin..." Obi-Wan walked over to Anakin, reaching out his hand, but Anakin remembered the point of all this pain.

"-I still think about my mother, so I know you still think of Qui-Gon." Anakin's voice was quiet, but Obi-Wan heard, like blaster fire, it was all he could hear, it was deafening.

It might've taken Anakin losing his own mother to realize the root of all those tears Obi-Wan cried. He remembered those first few weeks, Obi-Wan was sad all the time, he'd cry after he'd put Anakin to bed, he'd cry after meetings with the council, he'd cry, hand covering his mouth as he realized he was really pathetic. To still not be alright, to still be crying months after. To always be sad. Anakin knew now, Obi-Wan felt like a scared little kid, so he'd cry, he'd cry and cry hoping Qui-Gon would come to tell him not to be afraid, to sing a lullaby and silly songs while doing laundry. But he never came and one day Obi-Wan stopped crying, he didn't cry after a hard mission, not a tear after remembrance ceremonies, not even watery eyes after being told 'you're so much like your master.' Obi-Wan didn't cry, but he cut his hair, meditated on sleepless nights, held his lightsaber to stop his shaking hands. But he did not cry, he did not cry. He would not cry, not in front of Anakin, not in front of anyone. Not anymore.

The tears stopped but the pain never did. It was only a few short years ago Obi-Wan decided he would never cry in front of Anakin and up until now Obi-Wan stood by his vow. But here, right now, Anakin knew him completely, all his pathetic pain and sorrow. His infinite sadness and self-effacing jokes. He'd never let anyone know how sad he would always be, certainly not. But he couldn't hide his water-colored eyes from Anakin, even though they didn't talk, of course he knew. Obi-Wan's voice trembled and all the strength and poise he'd so carefully crafted fell apart. Obi-Wan felt his eyes water, "Oh, Anakin," his voice cracked, "I'm so sorry-" Obi-Wan shook his head, he couldn't look at Anakin, not after the face he made. Oh, Anakin's face. All of Obi-Wan's pain fell into embarrassment, he couldn't pull himself together, and he was so sorry that he couldn't. "I'm sorry, Anakin, for all of this-" for all of me-

Anakin felt everything within him stop, he couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, Obi-Wan hadn't cried in so long- and all it took was Anakin to open his damned mouth to change that. "Please don't cry, Master, please Obi-Wan-" Anakin looked down, voice trembling, all he could do was beg, "I hate it when you cry-" He really did, he hated not being listened to, being talked over and feeling powerless, but what he hated most, more than his own pain and frustration, what seeing that frustration in those he loved. He hated when Padme worked really hard on a speech to not be heard at all, when Ahsoka cried because she missed her friends, when Rex lost a brother. Anakin hated that he couldn't take their pain away, and most of all, he hated that Obi-Wan was sad, he hated that nothing would ever make him truly happy, Anakin hated he couldn't do anything to ease his pain, he hated when Obi-Wan cried because he became powerless, Anakin was a little kid all over again, unable to think because, like his mother, there was nothing he could do to make her tears stop, there was nothing he could do to make Obi-Wan's tears stop.

Obi-Wan wiped his eyes, his forced smile was so similar to his real one, if Anakin didn't know Obi-Wan, he wouldn't know the difference. How many people didn't know the difference? "Anakin, I do apologize," Obi-Wan took a deep breath, pulling himself back in, shoving all this pain down. He came over to Anakin and pulled his former padawan into a hug, "I'm alright, we'll be alright." His voice was so assuring, so knowing, so void of all his suffering. There it was, that holy resignation. Obi-Wan forgetting himself for the sake of others around him, there it was, his unrequiting selflessness.

Anakin held him tightly, just for a moment as he was safe in his master's arms, he felt a wave of grief sweep him out to sea, his feet swept out beneath him; Anakin was so afraid to let go of Obi-Wan, for he'd surely drown, "I miss my mom-" he'd never admit this, not now anyway, but he'd let himself remember his mother's smile, that soft glow in her eyes, the lines of age framing her eternal beauty, he could almost hear her now, "I still feel like a little kid without her-"

Obi-Wan would not let go until Anakin was ready, and when he was, Anakin wiped his eyes, stepping back into the man he'd grown into, a man without a mother. He looked down at Obi-Wan and he didn't see his Master, he saw a man without a father. It was just the two of them as they were, true Jedi: without a mother, without a father. Their family was the Jedi, but to consider the Jedi their family would be forming an attachment, would it not? Obi-Wan had long pondered that, late into sleepless nights, staring at the ceiling. If he was supposed to be ever compassionate, ever loving; if he was raised to love through love, it was rather hard to not become lost in feelings of attachment. "... That never really goes away." Obi-Wan whispered, he still felt like a padawan, he always wished Qui-Gon was still here, that Obi-Wan was still a son. But he wasn't, and Obi-Wan wasn't.

Anakin held his master tight, but not out of his own sorrow, what about Obi-Wan? Anakin remembered council meetings, the two watched by all of their ever-caring stares, all debating Anakin's future with the Jedi, but what about Obi-Wan? If they ever asked about his well-being, Anakin would never know if, in those early days, they made Obi-Wan feel worse by questioning his ability to do this on his own. "Master," Anakin pulled out of their hug, Obi-Wan was all put back together again, with tape and glue, "You don't have to pretend you're alright, not with me."

Obi-Wan's smile flickered, that sadness flooding back into his eyes, "Anakin," Obi-Wan looked down, he almost wanted to laugh, "Oh, you've grown up, haven't you?" He saw Anakin's smile, too bad it was born from sorrow, "You've become the Jedi I always dreamed you would be."

"-And you've become the Jedi Qui-Gon always dreamed you would be-" Anakin put his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, he didn't need to be told, but perhaps it was a nice reminder, "Qui-Gon would be proud of the man you've grown into, Master, you are an honorable Jedi, and a good master, even if at times I didn't think so." This time Anakin laughed, and Obi-Wan almost did too. There was a moment, Obi-Wan had fallen into his thoughts but Anakin's voice brought him back, "What I'm saying, is that it's okay to tell me that you miss him," It's okay if you tell me that you cut your hair after I told you that you looked like him; It's alright if you tell me you hold onto your lightsaber because it makes you feel safe; It's okay if you tell me you meditate instead of sleeping because you only have nightmares of that day; It's okay if you tell me you cry when there's no one around because you want everyone to think you're okay now. "It's okay for you to miss him, Obi-Wan, I know how much you loved him-"

Anakin watched Obi-Wan's eyes flicker, perhaps with surprise, perhaps embarrassment, as if loving the man who raised you as his own was something to be ashamed of. As if mourning Qui-Gon like Anakin mourned his mother was wrong. Anakin put a reassuring hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, sensing the cracks in his master's facade, "It's alright.... If you tell me that you loved him-" Anakin whispered.

Obi-Wan looked up, taking a deep breath, he looked up at his padawan, oh, when did he grow up? He was far beyond that little boy on Tatooine, Anakin had grown up into a Jedi Knight, and now they served together not as master and apprentice, but side by side as Jedi Knights. Obi-Wan blinked and Anakin wasn't scared to let go of Obi-Wan's hand, he wasn't heading to the padawan dining hall, he wasn't practicing his form. No, Obi-Wan blinked and Anakin was putting himself in the line of fire to protect others, bringing meals to Obi-Wan's chambers so they can eat together, making form videos for Ahsoka, Obi-Wan had trained him as best as he was able, and somewhere in the last twelve years, Anakin grew up. Obi-Wan had a sorrowful realization from such a miraculous thing, Anakin had grown up. They worked alongside each other as Jedi Knights, and now Obi-Wan had what he dreamed of, he had what he always wanted, what Qui-Gon always wanted.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

The problem is that you're not the Jedi you should be, you're not the Jedi your master wanted and trained you to be, you're a Jedi Master, member of the Jedi Council, but really, you're still just a padawan whose master died, and you never got over it.

#Obi-Wan pulling himself together in order to take care of Anakin #Anakin through teary eyes telling Obi-Wan he doesn't have to #I just think the two of them don't acknowledge their pain until the other forces them to #but then they're both in pain #so maybe they don't talk about things #because they're so afraid to make the other unhappy #qui-gon is Obi-wan's father #and he never got over his death #not that you ever do #There are no words to explain how much I love this fic #tragedy's fave #Anakin loves Naboo #But for all its beauty #Obi-Wan only comes back and things of his dead master #and how he failed him #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #star wars the clone wars #this is #not obikin #do not tag as ship #please do not

[ask-the-royal-absol]

@Hope & Felix: Hi Hope; Hi Felix, its great to see you again. So, question to you both; Does the Underdark or Terrestria celebrate its own holidays? I'm asking because we just celebrated a couple of them just recently and I wanted to snag some gifts for the both of you and Destino as well, if I can, as I'm the Celebrate Anon.

Hope: How did that happen?

Felix: Destino being royalty means they can choose for things ta happen and their parents allow it.

Hope: That’s not…no. I’m sorry but in my kingdom, I can’t just say my birthday is a holiday and it’ll suddenly become a thing. That’s stupid. And everyone is ok with it?

Felix: It’s pretty harmless so nobody cares. All it means is that Destino is wished a happy birthday on their special day if ya see ‘em. I’m the only one that ends up givin’ ‘em a gift. Well, me, their parents and the bisharps but that’s it.

Hope: Fair enough, if it helps them to feel important.

Felix: Ya were gonna talk about ya holidays?

Hope: Oh yeah. We have a lot. It varies from religion to religion.

Felix: Religion?

Hope: Yeah. Lots of Pokémon worship different legendary Pokémon, believing certain ones are the creators of the world. Pokémon, like the one known as the Relentless Torrent or the Ancestral Guardian, have their own religious movements which means certain holidays are put in place to appease them. For example, the Day of Ash is a day where Pokémon from the movement of the Living Magma will throw ash into the volcano in order, as they believe, give it sustenance so the Living Magma does not leave the volcano.

Hope: Dad tells me to celebrate as many as I can. Not because I believe in them - the guardian informed me of how the world was made - but more as a symbol for the people of my kingdom, or at least that’s what dad says. And a lot of them are so much fun. Some have some incredible traditions too which I love taking part in. I’m kinda glad I have dad making me aware of all of these movements as it means I get to be closer to the Pokémon I’m gonna eventually rule over.

Felix: Damn, sounds like ya really care for ya subjects, considering ya have ta go ta all these celebrations and all.

Hope: I try my best. Though it does mean I can get incredibly busy sometimes.

Hope: Vacation? Ha! That would be a dream. I don’t get much in terms of “free time”. Royal duties and all.

Felix: Surely ya must get some time off. Destino doesn’t really have ta do but they still give ‘emselves a break if it’s too much for ‘em.

Hope: Destino is going to find it incredibly difficult when they take the throne then. Not gonna put it lightly but if they’re not doing something everyday, they’re not gonna last long.

Felix: I never said they were doing nothin’. Just that they like to balance their royal duties with havin’ some free time. It’s important to ‘em. They value their free time. Work life balance, ya know. They sometimes help distribute food, read ta kids, settle things between two Pokémon.

Hope: There’s no way I’d be able to have a break. It’s hilarious Destino has to have breaks when they have nowhere near as many responsibilities as me.

Hope: My days usually start with an hours worth of training, followed by a meet and greet with a group of Pokémon - that usually takes a couple of hours as I have to give a speech about myself and the royal family and how we support the kingdom. Then I visit a couple of the local schools so I can listen to the kid read and help out as best I can - sometimes I’m even allowed to teach Pokémon moves classes. Gotta inspire the young ones, you know? I have a quick 10 minute lunch before meeting other groups of Pokémon for 3 ish more hours, do a couple more hours of training, maybe meet with a few more of my subjects, then I’ll get a quick dinner, or as quick as I possibly can, then back to meeting with other Pokémon and slipping in some training in my free moments. Sometimes the meet and greets don’t last as long so I can have a quick moment to myself.

Felix: …That doesn’t sound healthy.

Hope: What do you mean?

Felix: That’s ya every day? Every single one of those activities?

Hope: Yeah. I don’t see what the-

Felix: Hope, how’s that sustainable for ya? Ya gonna end up burning yaself out.

Hope: Ha, you’re worrying too much. I’m perfectly fine. Besides, it’s all for the good of the kingdom.

Felix: Alright, so how are ya allowed ta do all of this if ya schedule is so jam packed?

Hope: My old man has no idea I’ve gone and done this. He probably thinks I���ve gone to help someone or something. Everything’s fine.

*A brief thought slipped into Hope’s mind. A memory of the King and Queen of the Underdark leaving to go and tell her father of what she had done. Shit. Perhaps he would know. It’s not like she’d get in trouble with him. Maybe she should have told her father before leaving. Too late now. Felix noticed the faintest drop in Hope’s confident expression. Even though he only just met her, hearing about how full her day was with a lack of down time made him slightly worry about her. At least Destino could manage their time well.*

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #Felix the gengar #gengar #hope the Blaziken #Blaziken #chapter 3 #and things are starting to come to light #pokeask community

[iciatheguardess]

Hiiii it’s meeee elsie

conflicted Elsie

Look, you know as well as I do that I love TAOCC to freaking death

but like

I may have to partially step away from it after the current arcs are over.

these goofy goobers took over my life for the last three-ish months, and while I’ve had an amazing time, it’s…caused me to neglect other parts of my life, and restrict myself more than I should when it comes to how I am on this site. I’ve stated my intention to try and branch out multiple times but I never go through with it because I just…I have things to write here! I can’t! And yeah it’s fun but sometimes I get hurt even if people don’t mean to, like, I’ve gotten legitimately ill from this once or twice.

But I feel like even trying to step away a bit is somehow abandoning all of you or betraying your trusts. I want to stay friends with you guys, but my actual life and Irlsie has to come first most of the time, because I am not JUST Elsie, if that makes any sense. Elsewhere is and was always meant to be a sona for some interaction, maybe some friendos, but nothing this…involved, because I can’t put all of my social effort onto the internet because no matter what I do, the internet is not a completely genuine place, and I’ve accepted that. There are some parts of my personality I just don’t use. You don’t really ever see calm Elsie or mental illness Elsie or sappy Elsie, maybe once or twice, and that’s intentional. This is Writing Elsie’s blog, lol, but there’s other Elsie that needs to be allowed to exist outside of the internet, and I can’t neglect her or my actual life for the sake of this.

I honestly don’t know what to do here. I love these characters on a very personal level, and have poured my heart into them, and I don’t want to straight up leave them. Even only partially separating myself seems kinda pointless because I know what happens when someone gets really behind on the lore and has to be caught up on even just a day’s events to explain why Character A looks like this now or Character B is referencing this event, etc. etc.

But there’s a point where it’s not healthy anymore. Where things reach a place where I have to admit that this can’t be my entire life anymore. And I’m not entirely sure what on earth I should do about it…

If I do somewhat step back, it’ll probably be right after the vacation arc ends. i’m gonna pour my fluff loving heart and soul into that thing, don’t you worry. But you shouldn’t expect another dungeon or something like that from me unless I have a VERY good reason and a well formulated plan. Yes, I’ll probably still engage in shippery and fluff, as well as analysis, but mostly within the bounds of characters and dynamics we’ve already established, and not much farther than that. My one exception to the “after the vacation arc” rule would probably be Yelena’s arc, because of how long things in that section tend to take, for various reasons. Yelena’s arc is barely started, and stuff takes possibly days to move even a few hours in-universe. Sooooo….yeah, I wanna finish that, I’ve put too much work into it already to just stop it.

…dang this was only supposed to be a paragraph…

…pls halp, I have no idea what to do lol.

Ok. I've read over this a couple times.

First off, I'm talking to you as L here, and not Star. I am very, very proud of you for acknowledging this and understanding that this is getting unhealthy. I think it's very smart that you dont want to neglect your yourself irl and the fact you're saying this, and saying exactly what you'll be doing, I'm really proud of it.

To give you a clear answer, if it's going to help you irl then I think stepping back is smart. Especially from the trauma and angst, because that stuff hurts a LOT and it can be really, really detrimental and negatively affect irl things. What I DONT think is that it's betraying anyone. You need to be able to put yourself and your needs first in order to be your best self, and everyone understands that you can't be on tumblr 24/7 because, well, that's really really really really unhealthy and not good. I'm really glad you're telling me about this though so I, and everyone else who sees this, knows.

TAOCC is really great but there's a LOT of heavy things on here and with everything going on, it can be super weighing and really affect people irl. I can speak from experience because honestly, I'm in a similar situation. I won't speak much about that though. It's definitely addictive and can get really really unhealthy if you let it, and honestly it's not hard to let it.

I want you to do whatever you feel is best for you, no matter what that entails. Fei and Tails and Xeya and Kumo and so many others and I love you so much and do NOT want you neglecting yourself and your life irl for this- it's meant to be entertainment, not a lifestyle.

I think it's smart to finish Yelena's Arc before partially stepping back. And I think it's even smarter to not want to do another dungeon, because that whole thing was a massive angst-fest and I think it negatively affected people more than they care to admit. Shippery and fluff and minor things is a good boundary.

I'll wrap this up now, but again, I'm in full support of this decision because I want you to be at your best. You're right, you're not just Elsie. And it's not fair for you to only be Elsie when you're so much more than that. If stepping away from tumblr will help you take care of the other parts of your life that we aren't involved in or aware of, then please do so because no part of you and your life should be sacrificed for the sake of entertainment.

Again, I'm really, really proud of you for admitting this.

Please know we'll always support you and you're super important to all of us, so don't ever feel bad for putting your needs first. Irl things should always come first.

But no matter what always remember:

WE LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH AND YOURE SUPER IMPORTANT AND WE WANT THE BEST FOR YOUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Everything I said is applicable for everyone else reading this too. Taocc is fantastic and we love it but it shouldn't completely take over your life. It's okay to take a break or step back fully if it means the best for your health and irl life. Please remember to take care of yourselves- and everything that Elsie talked about here is FANTASTIC self care. It may be hard, but it's also the best decision she can make for herself and may be the best decision for others too.

Alright- I think I covered everything. Don't ever feel like you're betraying us Elsie- it's not betrayal, it's self care. We'll still be here for you, always. Never forget that ❤️❤️❤️

#iceanswers #modstar

[satoruzlove]

-fluffy scenarios to think about

suna rin + graduation, osamu miya + quality time, akaashi keiji + family vacation, tooru oikawa + late night talks, kuroo tetsurou + ‘ studying’ [ barely any work done. just two very inlove people☹️✊]

- mention of family , cursing, shitty wigs, horrible chemistry/ physics pick up lines that i formulated on the spot, lots of fluff

≈ suna rin

you all sat together in the front row , ‘ all ’ meaning your entire friend group. you were between your best friend shreya and your boyfriend- rin. the headmaster of your uni was going on about being proud of your year’s class, much to your boyfriend’s dismay, as he quite literally refused to focus. the boy’s knee bounced , and when it wasn’t he was pulling at the threads on your distressed jeans. if not that, he was on his phone, texting you to complain.

after another ten minutes, the speech came to an end and everyone- except rin- clapped happily as a bitter sweet feeling settled into the pit of your stomach. it held an ache in your chest, a heavy feeling behind your eyes. after today, there would be no more mid night cramming with shreya, no more playful banter with your professors, no more lunch hall shenanigans. on the other side of things, you’d finally be able to do what you love, no more studying and exam stress, life was actually starting. everything you’ve ever worked for. bitter sweet was nearly an understatement.

your class was called on, and your posture stiffened. rin glanced over at you, large palm coming up to squeeze your shoulder. “ don’t be nervous , babe ” he whispered , “ they’re all gonna be looking at headmaster’s fake ass wig- not us.” and that surely eased your mind, earning a giggle. it was called by random, you watched your classmates walk up and accept their diplomas happily. rin’s name was called, and he let out an annoyed sigh- loud enough for your professor to hear- and got up. he accepted the paper with a bored expression, smiling only when his mother lifted her phone to take a picture and then resting his face again. he sent you a wink, then walking off. you shook your head at him, just thinking about the ‘ so he’s winking at you now ?’ comments from your family was giving you a headache.

your name is called and you nearly trip getting up from your seat. all your classmates are cheering for you, but nothing could beat rin’s gutteral , animalistic howls of ‘ THAT’S MY FUCKING YN ’. your entire family was staring at him, even the professors were side - eyeing him. your boyfriend supported you with zero shame, his phone in hand as he recorded the moment - precious, he thought. as you stepped off your friends hugged you, including rin. the rest of the ceremony was monotone, boring even.

you all dispersed with a few hugs and cheesy words shared, and your family spotted you and rin. they beckoned the pair of you over, and you got nervous all over again. they didn’t really know you two we’re together- just that something was going on. when he introduced himself as your boyfriend, you nearly slapped his eyeliner directly off of his face. it took everything in you not to hit him. to your surprise, your parents loved him. he was funny, the kids loved him, and it helped that he was in your class . they automatically assumed he was smart. he was not.

you allowed them to believe it, though. better for you, i guess? they chatted for a bit more, going a little into your relationship and good god was rin really pushing it. he went on to say that he’s never met anyone like you, how you’re the only reason he passed - or else ‘ the stress would’ve seriously taken me out!’. your family was smiling widely, giggling along and gushing at their soon- to- be son - in- law, and you didn’t miss the way rin’s green eyes slid over to you- taking you in. the cap on your head and the dust of pink on your cheeks was precious, and made graduating college just that more special.

≈osamu miya

samu is boring as fuck. sure, he’s funny , he’s a great chef, he likes sports , he’s amazing at cards, but when it comes to being in a relationship he can be lame. not because he doesn’t care, nor him just not liking you- but because everything to him is special with you. so even if it meant sitting on your bed silently as you both did different things, as you were right now, he loved it. he lain next to you, phone in hand as he read some random recipe and you were attempting to read a book. samu kept shuffling, and you never spared him a glance . if you did, you’d notice that his eyes trained on you. tracing your features, the way your eyes skipped over the words and the way a smile played on your face when you read something funny. samu really liked your face. it was expressive, soft, his favorite. unique , too.

when you went to rub your eyes, you became aware of his own grey pair on you. putting the book down, you mirrored his actions. he smiled now, whispering a , “ hey,” and squashing his cheeks into the white pillow beneath his head. you blink at him, smiling as well, “ hello, samu,” you reply. he scoots closer, taking your form into his chest and wrapping his soft, strong arms around you. “ i like you alot “ he mumbles into your ear. you laugh lightly, looking up and face centimetres away from his. “ we’re married, i would really be concerned if you didn’t,” you retorted. he snorts at your words, hand behind your neck to force you into his chest. “ shut your smart mouth, i was trying to be cute, but fuck you,” samu said with faux hurt. his words didn’t match his actions, his hand coming up to your head and scratching your scalp lovingly as he littered the crown of your head in small kisses. he might be boring, but in the best way possible.

≈ akaashi keiji

keiji nearly shat his pants when you told him that your family wanted him to come on your annual trip. it was enough to rip him from his literature assignment. he questioned, doe eyes batting at you in confusing and mouth agape as you explained what it was, when it was, and why he was invited. he agreed eventually, and that’s how you were in this position. it was around christmas- so it was absolutely freezing at the resort. your entire family had gone to bed already, leaving you and your gorgeous boyfriend alone in the large living room. he sat next to you, legs crossed and your own thrown across them as he sipped some chai. the fire place crackled, snapped, popped into the silence - but that was the only noise in the room. it was dead quiet.

he looks up at you from his drink , head now rested on the back of the couch. he took you in, the warm hues of the fire on your skin and reflecting on your irises, the blown out pupils you sported as you seemed to be in a daze. keiji tapped your calf, and your head snapped to meet his. he smiles, hand cupping your face as the warmth that it took in from his drink washed over your skin. “ this is peaceful, you know,” he starts . he’s looking at you with intent - almost something like purpose. he’s looking for something. you cock a brow at him as he goes on ,” being with you is so peaceful . this is how i imagine us to be like, waaay into the future. when college is over.” he says, his voice was wearing down into a whisper. you wondered why.

your expression was soft, curious as you replied ,” would you want that? for it to be quiet like this, just us,” you enquire. he answers almost instantly , “ absolutely.i’d never want it another way- why would i? i don’t really , uh, yknow,” he smiles down at his drink , hand leaving your face,” i’m not exactly one for noise or people- and once usually brings the other so, i just want us,” his eyes meet yours once more, twinkling in delight and pure content,” because being with you is peace , regardless of who’s around.” you don’t reply for a moment, and keiji swears he could burst. he’s found what he was looking for- a look of affection adorning your gorgeous face - a look of love - of reciprocation.

≈tooru oikawa

your eyes were burning, honestly you had no idea how the hell you were still awake. you were on cold grass - the grass of your campus grounds- next to your best friend. well, not only your best friend, the love of your life. the exchange student that came in from japan in your second year , speaking perfect english and attracting every woman in sight. you never understood why he chose you to be close with, considering that he had a pick of the whole fucking campus. he always said that ‘ you’ll understand at some point , yn ‘ and you begun to think ‘ some point ‘ was never. the cool mid night air was cruel and aggressive on the exposed skin of your knees and hands, but you said nothing. you were afraid of stopping tooru’s flow of word. he was talking about how he believes that the ocean is another dimension- and that’s why we can’t go too far in without dying. interesting, but not as interesting as the fact that he hasn’t breathed or stopped to breathe in 56 seconds. without thinking you mutter , “ dude, inhale for a second,” with a small laugh. his head moves, he rolls his eyes at you as he says ,” i don’t need to,” and before you respond he carries on. you listen anyway.

tooru had a fat ass head. there was a reason for this. he had so many thoughts up there, about the world, others, the universe, volleyball, how hard he needs to work and you admired it. he was almost always doing something and you appreciated that when he wasn’t- he had you around. tooru noticed that you were quiet , and he sat up. you follow suit, your exhausted body screaming at you to get up. leave. go to sleep and talk tomorrow. but you couldn’t, not when you had him all to yourself for once. not when he wasn’t putting on his pretty boy act for once. not when he was finally getting a chance to be tooru.

“yn, if you’re tired we can go,” he whispers. you shake your head, almost frantically , “ no, it’s cool. it’s just cold,” you smile at him. he takes off his jersey, handing it to you and motioning for you to inch closer. you go, and he wraps you up in a hug. basking in it, you nuzzle into him- the built muscle of his chest and warmth of his neck. you hear him giggle, and for a moment you nearly pass a comment - but he yanks you down to the floor with him. in mere seconds you become a heap of giggles and ‘ oh my god, get off me !’ . it quickly dies out, but you don’t mind- as long as you’re here and he is too. just together, forever.

≈ kuroo tetsurou

“ no.” you say plainly , setting your book aside. your boyfriend tetsurou looks up, amused. “ no?” he echoes. you shake your head, sipping your coffee and distastefully eyeing your chemistry text book. “ fuck no. “ you say. he throws his head back in laughter , tilting his head at you, “ why does this matter ? i don’t care about the ten prefixes used on molecular compounds, tetsu. it’s dumb. “ you say. he gasps, dramatically of course, and says ,” first of all how fucking dare you, and second,” he gets up to sit with you,” whyd you take the course then? it isn’t compulsory for occupational therapy.” he’s trying to get you to admit it. he knows why. you did this course to be with him because your courses didn’t align at all and it made your parents happy. but you’d rather drop dead than admit it.

“ asshole,” you mutter - to your book or your boyfriend, you do not know. he laughs once more, holding your hands in his and faking a pleading look. you’re already annoyed and he has yet to speak. “ baby,” he starts with some real gusto, “ if you tell me, i’ll give you the cheat sheet.” he tempts you. your head whips around and you nearly give yourself whip lash, but your speak with betrayal ,” you have a fucking cheat sheet ? and you’re only saying it now? “ you’re only a couple misguided words from tackling him straight to hell. he puts his hands up in defense, boyish grin on his face . “ in my defense , you didn’t ask me.” and that right there is what sent you over.

you throw your textbook at him, and he dodges easily. you huff at tetsurou, “ whatever, kuroo.” and he immediately groans. bingo. he envelopes you , hands snaking onto you and voice sweet- sticky, almost noticing in your ears. he chuckles darkly , and you feel heat rise to your ears . his lips ghost the shell of your ears, goosebumps raising on your skin.

he pauses , big hands on your meaty sides as he says, “ god, is your mass large ?’cause i’m fuckin’ attracted to you , baby.”

#suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa hcs #osamu miya #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #suna rin #kuroo fluff #i don’t know bruh anyways

[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Royal Affair

Summary: Queen Regina of Mist Haven is slowly losing hope that she will ever be able to marry for love. Almost every aspect of her life is controlled, especially when it comes to her friends and possible love interests. It also doesn’t help that the media portrays her as an Evil Queen who only cares about herself, focused more on living lavishly than caring about her people. She finds the only men willing to date the Evil Queen are more interested in her crown than her. And then Robin Locksley becomes her new assistant and she believes in love at first sight, wondering if maybe her happy ending is possible after all.

Robin is grateful for his job at the palace even if it means working with the Evil Queen herself. His plan is to work as her assistant for a year to prove himself and then transfer to another department within the palace. But his worldview is shaken and he realizes that things aren’t always what they seem, especially when it comes to Queen Regina. As he starts to see her for who she really is, his feelings for her deepen into something dangerous.

Intrigue, romance and danger swirl around Robin and Regina as they fight for their happily ever after.

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 3: Summer Arrives

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt:

Summer arrived in Mist Haven and everything seemed to slow down. Businesses started their rolling closures throughout the summer months so their staff could enjoy holidays and rest before everything picked up again when schools reopened in September. The government was no different except for Regina. Queens did not take holidays. Instead, they went on state trips and stole some moments here or there to relax.

"So, where do you want to go this summer?" Tink asked, joining Regina on her balcony overlooking the royal gardens. "France? Italy? Spain? The States?"

"You know I don't pick my state visits based on where I want to go," Regina reminded her chief of staff, pouring her some lemonade sent up by the kitchens. She handed the glass to Tink. "I go where I need to go and when I need to go."

Tink sighed. "No, you go where and when your advisors want you to go. It's your life, Regina, and you're allowed a holiday, no matter how much you don't think so."

"I know you worry about me, Tink, but I'm fine," Regina replied, sipping her lemonade. "I grew up doing these state trips."

"And you mean to tell me that your father never took you and your mother on vacation without any matters to also deal with?" Tink asked, raising an eyebrow.

Regina paused, recalling winters spent in their mountain chalet and summers spent in a seclude villa in Italy. They had a reduced staff there – and really only for her mother, who refused to do anything for herself since she was a queen – and they were almost like a regular family on holiday. She had enjoyed those escapes and her father always looked more relaxed when they were there.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. That Shakespeare quote rose up unbidden to her mind yet again. It was always there, ready to remind her of the gravity of her responsibilities as Queen.

"That was different," Regina replied. "And maybe it will be different once I have a family."

If I ever have a family.

"Maybe," Tink said, looking unconvinced. "So, if you are able to go somewhere, where would you go?"

Regina shrugged. "Maybe I'd spend some time visiting towns in the country. I haven't done that since I was Crown Princess."

"True," Tink agreed. "It might get some positive press."

"Maybe," Regina replied. "But we both know the media will find some way to turn into a big scandal."

Tink sighed. "They are exhausting. I wish you would really start letting us push back against some of the claims. Or at least give us more control of your image in the press. The Windsors do."

Regina hummed. "The Windsors have their own issues."

"All royal families do."

"I suppose so," Regina replied with a shrug. "But really, the press here is harmless."

Tink frowned. "Your people think you're some evil queen who cares only about money and power and not them. In short, they think you're your mother."

Regina shifted in her chair, knowing that Tink had a point. "They aren't storming the castle demanding my removal."

"Yet," Tink replied. "I wouldn't be surprised if someone did manage to convince them to do that. And my money would be on Sidney Glass."

"That would probably be a good bet," she said, thinking of their short relationship. She had ended it when it was clear he desired power more than anything and had a vindictive nature that terrified her.

And she knew he had turned it toward her.

"You need to stop Sidney," Tink told Regina.

"I can't," Regina replied, feeling helpless. "If I attack the press, we could attract the wrong attention and could damage our chances at joining NATO. I can't risk that."

Tink sighed. "It's not censorship when the press is telling lies about you. Don't you care about that?"

"You know I do," Regina said, hurt that her friend would even ask that. Tink knew how much pain she felt when every good deed she tried to do was twisted into something nasty and malicious. It was draining and soul-crushing.

"Then stop it," Tink pleaded. "You can do it."

Regina shook her head. "We both know there's only one way to really stop it and I told you why I don't want to go that route. I have our communications department working to counter the negative stories as best we can."

"You let the narrative get away from you," Tink replied.

"Maybe," Regina agreed, "but control of the narrative doesn't belong to just me exclusively. We keep arguing about this and we always end up in the same place."

Tink nodded. "We do. I argue that you've ceded too much control of the narrative and you insist everything is fine. We agree to disagree and drop the subject for a few months before doing this all over again."

"Exactly," Regina said. "Maybe we can stop this cycle and not pick it up again ever?"

"I can't promise that. I will never stop trying to protect you, Regina," Tink insisted. "I only have your best interest at heart."

Regina reached out and took her hand. "I know."

Tink gave her hand a squeeze. "And that's why we all keep pushing this. We don't want to see you get hurt."

"I know," Regina replied, knowing who Tink meant by "we all." Several of her longtime staff members as well as the few friends she had been able to retain since becoming queen also often brought up how the media treated her. They all suggested ways she could counter it but Regina insisted everything was fine.

Though sometimes she did wonder if they were right and she should be doing more to take control of the narrative about her. But her advisors would then assure her that she was doing the right thing and not to worry.

She had to trust them.

"I guess this is the point where we agree to disagree?" Tink asked, giving her a small smile.

Regina nodded. "It is."

"Alright," Tink said. "Until next time."

"I hope there isn't one," Regina replied, hoping her friends finally stopped interfering and understood that the media coverage didn't really hurt her.

Tink nodded as someone appeared in the garden below. Regina leaned forward as her heart skipped a beat, recognizing Robin even from the back of his head. He took off the tan suit jacket he wore before rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbow. Draping the jacket over his arm, he began walking down a path toward the fountain. It seemed he was enjoying the beautiful weather on his lunch break just like her and Tink.

"You're ogling your assistant," Tink teased her.

Regina glanced over at her friend and chief of staff, seeing her smirk. Scowling, Regina said: "I'm not ogling. I'm just observing."

"Please, you're practically drooling," Tink teased her.

"I am still your boss," Regina warned her, though there was no real heat or threat in her words.

Tink smirked. "I'm off the clock right now. So I'm your friend, not your employee."

Regina sighed, turning her attention back to Robin as he admired some of the flowers near the fountain. "Then as my friend, can I tell you how handsome I think my assistant is?"

"You can," Tink replied. "Though I figured it out already."

"I've never been this attracted to anyone before," Regina admitted. "And it's a little scary but also exciting."

Tink chuckled. "Crushes usually are."

"I don't know," Regina said. "It feels more than a crush."

"Okay, infatuation then."

Regina frowned, not sure that was the right word. She shook her head. "This feels deeper, Tink."

"Deeper?" Tink frowned now. "Regina, he barely talks to you."

"I know." Regina covered her eyes as she groaned, leaning her elbows on the table. "I'm a mess."

Tink sighed. "You're not a mess."

Regina was about to protest when she noticed that Robin was walking back to the palace. Seeing a chance to talk with him, she stood and approached the railing. Looking down, she called out: "Out for a walk?"

He paused, looking up at her. Shielding his eyes, he answered: "Yes, Your Majesty. It's my lunch break."

"I'm glad you're enjoying the gardens," she said. "And getting a little fresh air. It always helps to get through the rest of the afternoon, right?"

"I suppose so," he said, shifting his arm and revealing some ink on his wrist.

That intrigued Regina and she leaned closer. "Do you have a tattoo?"

"Oh." He lowered his arm and looked at his wrist before rolling down his shirt. "I'm sorry. I usually keep it covered."

"That's okay," she replied, wanting to ask more about it. "I was just curious that's all."

He nodded. "Well, I promise you'll never see it again. I'll get back to work now."

Disappointment flooded her as he disappeared beneath the balcony before she could say anything else. Regina returned to her chair as she sighed. "Is it me?"

"What?" Tink asked.

"He is so clipped and abrupt whenever I try to have a casual conversation with him," Regina told her. "And he is always so eager to get away. It's me, isn't it?"

Tink sighed. "I think it's probably more the media coverage of you than you."

"How can I get him to see I'm so much more than the Evil Queen I'm portrayed as by the media if he won't even have a conversation with me?" Regina asked, wondering if it was best if she tried to get over her crush on him. Maybe then it would hurt less.

"I don't know," Tink replied. "Do you want me to ask for a new assistant for you? I'm sure we can find a good assignment for Robin within the palace."

Regina shook her head, her stomach twisting into a knot. "No, not yet. Letting him go would probably just reinforce all his negative beliefs about me. I think I just have to readjust my expectations."

"Alright," Tink said. "But if you change your mind, just let me know."

"I will," Regina replied. "And maybe you can find out what I'm doing wrong? See if there's any way to get through to him?"

Tink nodded. "I'll see. I can't promise anything."

"I know," Regina said, taking her friend's hand. "I appreciate it."

Checking her watch, Tink sighed. "I need to head back to work myself. I'll see you later."

#once upon a time #outlaw queen #oq ff #oq au #a royal affair

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 2 Premium

Mai: "Actually, there's something I've been hiding from you."

Mai: "I don't know if you'll believe me, but can you hear me out?"

Kicho: "Yeah. What is it?"

Mai: "I came from five hundred years in the future."

Kicho: "............"

Kicho looked surprised for a moment after hearing my words but quickly returned to his usual unreadable expression.

Kicho: "Future?"

Mai: "I was on vacation when a wormhole suddenly appeared and sent me back here in the Sengoku period."

Mai: "That was about three months ago. Someone took me in after that."

Kicho: "That's why you said you came from a village in the countryside?"

Mai: "Yes. But with no way to get home, I couldn't just let them take care of me all the time, so I looked for a place to work and found out about this place."

Kicho: "It makes sense. But I don't trust you."

Kicho: "What you’re saying is nothing but just a bunch of nonsense."

Kicho: "If you really are from the future, show me some evidence to convince me."

(I have a handkerchief as proof, but it would just look like any other hand towel.)

(Damn it, I should've brought my bag.)

(I have my camera and pen case in there.)

Mai: "Oh."

------------Flashback------------

Mai: "If only there was a brush that never ran out of ink, it would be useful in this situation."

Kicho: "You're right. If I had a ballpoint pen right now, I'd lend it to you."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I thought I was imagining it, but maybe一)

Kicho: "What's wrong? Got nothing?"

Mai: "Yeah. I wish I had something from the future to give you, but I almost brought nothing."

Mai: "Though, I know about it too. The ballpoint pen."

Kicho: "That's一"

Mai: "You mentioned it before. That thing allows you to write without having to put anything on it and doesn't exist at this period."

Mai: "You know about the future, don’t you?"

(He used to be in the Oda army, and Mitsuhide had known him since he was a kid, so he's not originally from the future.)

Mai: "I got curious, so I snuck into this room to see if I could find any clues about you."

Mai: "I'm really sorry for doing that."

I bowed my head, my heart pounding as I waited for his response.

Kicho: "To answer your question, yes, I know the future."

Mai: "I knew it!"

I looked up and saw him giving me a pitiful look.

(Huh? That's not the reaction I was expecting.)

Kicho: "I see. You were born and raised in that miserable world."

Mai: "M-Miserable?"

Kicho: "I'm not from the future, but I traveled through a wormhole once."

Mai: "But you came back."

Kicho: "Yes. For a purpose."

Kicho lazily crossed his legs and sighed deeply.

Kicho: "I will use any means to achieve my goal."

Mai: "So, weapons?"

Kicho: "Yes. You know that Japan in the future is free of conflict."

Kicho: "Creating that hellish world is not the way to save everyone. That's why I'm going to continue this turbulent world."

Mai: "But..."

(How did he come to that conclusion after seeing a future without war?)

(From what I've seen, he really values life, yet his purpose contradicts it.)

Every time I talk to this inconsistent man, I feel like I'm wandering through a deep, foggy forest.

(This guy is an enemy of the Oda army and mine.)

(But I'd like to know a little bit more.)

Not only about the number of guns and his schemes but also about himself.

If I could do that, maybe I could put the missing pieces together.

Mai: "Um, can I still stay here?"

Kicho: "Well, you have nowhere else to go."

Mai: "Yes."

Kicho: "Then you can stay. But believing that you're from the future is different from trusting you."

Kicho: "I only have one condition."

Kicho cut off his words there, stood up, and walked to his desk.

He then took something out of the top drawer and showed it to me.

(Key?)

Kicho: "To keep an eye on you, starting tomorrow, you'll be working with me."

Kicho: "In other words, you will be my secretary."

Kicho: "That's the condition of staying here."

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "Unsatisfied? Then you have no choice but to leave."

Kicho: "I'm determined to eliminate anyone who stands in my way or may stand in my way."

(I guess there's nothing I can do. I'm already lucky that he let me off the hook after he found out that I snuck in here.)

(I'll just try to be as normal as possible if he's going to monitor me.)

Mai: "Okay. I'll be happy to help!"

Kicho: "Then this conversation is over."

After confirming that I agreed, he opened the bottom drawer, took out a wooden box, and approached me.

Mai: "What's that?"

Kicho: "Some things I’ll use to patch you up."

Kicho: "Put your hand over here. You burn your fingers earlier with the tea."

(I completely forgot about it.)

I held out my hand as I was told, and his long, slender fingers took it, surprising me with his gentle touch.

Kicho: "It's a little reddish. I'll put some ointment on it just in case."

Mai: "I’m fine. It's not that painful, and it'll heal eventually."

Kicho: "I'm going to apply it now."

Kicho took my hand and applied a bit of it to the affected area.

Even though I knew he was only treating me, I couldn't help but blush as he gently stroked my hand.

(This is kind of embarrassing.)

Kicho: "That should do it. The redness should go away in a few days."

Mai: "T-Thank you, that helped."

Kicho: "If you get hurt again, let me know."

Kicho: "Don't be insensitive to pain. That's the same as neglecting yourself."

(Kicho...)

His tone of voice was as gentle as his hands, and I nodded my head, a little surprised.

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#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikesen spoilers #ikesen translations #cybird #kicho

[alittlextrathatway]

I got another prompt from Sand86802 on twitter.

Posting it here again since it isn’t quite long enough for Ao3.

Played with Violet’s POV on this one. Set in a post 11x22 world.

***

“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

+

Location: The El

***

It’s been a while since Sylvie and Violet spent time together off shift. Even longer since Violet spent any considerable time in the presence of both Brett and Casey at the same time.

Tonight, they had an extra ticket to a concert Sylvie had been dying to attend for a Taylor Swift cover band that reimagined the singer’s work in big band or jazz styles. Violet isn’t a swiftie, but she’s always up for new experiences so she took the extra ticket. Originally, she thinks Casey’s sister was supposed to go with them, but she canceled for some reason. Some sort of teaching emergency.

To top it all off, this concert was a part of Brett’s birthday celebration. Her first birthday as a mom and her first time away from Julia for longer than a couple of hours since the baby officially became hers a handful of weeks ago. Confidentially, Casey confided in Violet that he wanted it to be special and so full that Sylvie never had a moment to feel anxious over leaving Julia with Cindy and Herrmann for the evening.

Violet admired his ambition and effort. Even though, in her heart of hearts, she knew no one could stop Sylvie from feeling anxious about leaving her daughter alone.

They’re on their way to the show now. They opted to take the El to save on the parking fee and time spent jammed up in traffic. Violet sits on one side of Brett with Casey on the other.

The recently engaged couple is sickeningly cute. Casey’s arm is slung over Sylvie’s shoulders, pulling her against him. She went willingly, slotting against him as if she was always meant to be there with her back molding to his side and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Casey turns so he can rest his lips against the crown of Sylvie’s head, kissing her sweetly.

Looking at them now, a person would never guess they’d ever been apart.

The train stops and the doors open, allowing a pregnant woman and her toddler to board. They all clock her as she enters the car and, like her, notice there aren’t any available seats.

Casey kisses Brett’s temple and then releases her. “I’m gonna go hold the rail over by the door and let this woman have my seat.”

“You’re amazing,” Sylvie praises, nodding approvingly.

“Let’s not get carried away,” he says with a fond chuckle. “I’m not a saint. It’s just the polite and decent thing to do.”

Sylvie watches him cross the train and point out his vacated seat to the woman with a besotted smile on her face before she scoffs and glances over at Violet. “Not a saint. Of course he’s a saint. I mean, look at him.”

Violet chuckles mutely, watching as the pregnant woman thanks Matt profusely and waddles her way toward them. “I see him. He’s great.”

“I can’t believe I ever thought I could do without him,” she says with a contented sigh. “I mean, what was I thinking? No one holds a candle to that man over there. Not for me anyway.”

Violet bites her bottom lip, an apology slowly clawing its way up her throat. She’s held it at bay so far, but her guilt grows larger every day. Even quicker than normal during the rare instances she’s directly confronted with how truly happy Matt makes her best friend these days.

Sylvie and Dylan were never going to work out. Not when Sylvie’s connection to Matt is as strong as it’s proven to be. Violet should have seen that sooner.

“I’m happy for you, bestie,” Violet says, linking her arm through Sylvie’s. “Since he came back into your life you’ve done nothing but glow.”

“Thank you.” Sylvie lays her head on Violet’s shoulder affectionately. “I felt like a part of me shut down after I broke it off with him. Like losing touch with him meant losing a piece of my heart. I should’ve known then that ending it was a mistake.”

That does it. Violet can’t hold off her apology any longer. Sylvie’s right. She should’ve seen it and she probably would have too if Violet hadn’t interfered.

“I should’ve known it too,” she says, sighing tiredly. “They way I kept pushing you toward Dylan…God, looking back I was so selfish, Sylvie. I’m sorry.”

“What? No, Violet, my struggles with my emotions aren’t on you. Matt and I had things we should’ve dealt with sooner and we ignored them. That’s on us. All you wanted was to see me happy. I get that.”

No, she really doesn’t. “It wasn’t just about you being happy though.”

Sylvie’s smile turns bittersweet. Her expression is empathetic and all knowing. It’s a look from her that’s potent on anyone, even perfect strangers. When Brett gives someone that look, they feel encouraged to spill all their secrets and struggles.

“I know,” Sylvie replies. “It’s okay. Grief manifests itself in all kinds of ways.”

“Dylan and Evan were friends and I guess I—I guess—“

“You wanted to hold onto that piece of him for as long as possible?”

“Yeah,” Violet agrees. “That’s a good way to phrase it. It goes to show you, never take advice from someone who’s falling apart. I was still spiraling hard when we first bumped into Dylan at the hospital. At the time, I thought all the pieces fit, you know? I know now I saw only what I wanted to see. I sent you a long way down the wrong path.”

“I started down that path long before we ran into Dylan, Violet,” Sylvie states, gently correcting her. “Cut yourself some slack. You were still reeling. I know what that can do to a person. Hell, I moved back home and intended to marry a man I barely knew after we lost Otis. My grief over him kept me from realizing I’d made the wrong choice for far too long. If anyone gets it, it’s me. It all worked out in the end. I have Matt, Julia, and the boys. I’m happier than I’ve been in a very long time. That’s all that matters.”

“I guess so.” She wishes she could say the same but, while she’s through the worst of her grief, she’s far from happy.

“You’re gonna find that too, partner,” Sylvie assures her, as if she’s read Violet’s mind. “I know it. No matter what that happiness looks like for you, I am certain it’ll happen. You’re the best so you deserve the best.”

No, Sylvie’s the best. The amount of grace she extends to everyone around her is practically miraculous. “I already have the best friend I could ask for,” Violet says, giving Sylvie a pointed look. “And that’s all the happiness I need for now.”

As cheesy as it sounds, it’s a truth Violet feels deep in her bones. Sylvie’s friendship will always be the gift that keeps on giving.

#brettsey #matt casey x sylvie brett #sylvie brett #matt casey #violet mikami #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

[petitprincess1]

I still find it ironic that with all the bashing and hate both the HH and HB criticals made about each respective shows characters and their actions they don't see to also bring up other adult show's (Well the ones that aren't universally hated like Velma.) characters and their own less the noble actions. Like how they want to bash Loona's skull in for how she treats Blitzo yet never bring up how bad it is that Homer strangles Bart on a daily basis in the Simpsons or how they make Stolas to be the next Hitler for his love life with Blitzo yet turn a blind eye to how Quagmire and Brian do worst lustful things in Family Guy. That's not also getting into how Hazbin Hotel gets panned for how Vaggie acts yet hardly brings up how South Park does MUCH more offensive representations on minorities. It'd be one thing if the Criticals also bring up how the other shows are bad because of it too but the fact that they're almost never brought up makes me wonder if in the end they just care more about taking shots at people they hate in a petty manner rather then actually wanting to help people who really are being tormented which ironically says more about them rather then Vivziepop.

Criticals love to say that shows like Family Guy and the rest get criticized too, but I don't think it's nearly as much as Hazbin/Helluva gets. It's definitely not as maliciously hated, imo. There definitely are infamous eps that get hated more so than others, but as a whole, I don't think people care that much.

Meanwhile, the moment Viv breathes, crits and antis MUST make some stupid comment. Viv can just post about being on vacation and people are wondering why she isn't working. As if she isn't allowed to take breaks because she's indie. Hell, I remember I saw a critical complain about Vivzie hiring, saying that she knows her fans will work for dirt cheap.

Like, damn, I didn't know that you were in charge of paychecks. What a small world we live in. 🙄 I mean, if there's any antis/crits that are taking Erin Frost's words over the many, many, many others that have spoken otherwise....then, please, try to convince me that what you guys are doing aren't solely fueled by hatred. I really would love to hear your excuses answers.

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[collecting-stories]

Attention - JJ Maybank

Request: Please, please, please can we have 22, 43 and 71 from the prompts list with JJ <3

A/N: I made this kinda angsty and I feel like that wasn’t even my intention. I put the prompt text in bold so you would know what they were. 

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The rain had significantly altered the humidity that had been hanging around all day, replacing the permanent feeling of stickiness on your skin with a light breeze. Out on the bay side, goosebumps littered your arms and legs as you sat on the edge of a jetty, your toes just touching the water. You still only had your bathing suit on, having run inside to beat the rain and forgetting your clothes out on the deck of the rental property you were currently at. You were here, technically, for a date. Some touron asked you out at a party on the beach the night before.  

“I can’t believe you’re seriously going to go out with this guy! He’s like a complete stranger!” JJ had protested that morning. He’d crashed at your place with Pope after partying too hard and when you’d woken them up to tell them you were leaving, he’d begun his mini tantrum.

“That’s kinda how dating works,” Pope pointed out, between bites of a bagel sandwich, “you meet someone you don’t know and go out with them to know them better.”

“Yeah, except this guy’s literally leaving in two days. Where’s he even from?”  

“I don’t know...Ohio or something.” You shrugged, holding a pair of shorts against your bathing suit bottoms and looking to Pope for outfit advice (as if he cared or would offer more than a thumbs up).  

“Sure,” he nodded.

“Ohio or something?” JJ continued, not missing a beat, “that’s great. You seem real interested.”

“Pope, can you grab my phone? I left it upstairs?” You asked, casting a glance your friend’s way and hoping that he got the actual message (‘leave the room, I need to talk to JJ’).  

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He took the other half of his bagel sandwich and disappeared up the stairs as you turned on JJ.

“It’s none of your business who I date JJ, you specifically said you didn’t wanna ‘get tied down to anything serious’ or do you have some sudden amnesia about that conversation?” You snapped, glaring at him as you pulled your t-shirt over your head.  

“I didn’t mean ‘hey, go date everyone on the fucking island’.”  

“You are such a fucking hypocrite!” You hissed, “you do this to me all the time. I literally watched you with your bullshit ‘pay attention to me’ routine last night with that girl from Kitty Hawk. I guess you’re allowed to do whatever the fuck you want and I’m just supposed to sit around and wait for you to decide maybe...maybe, you want to actually date me?”  

“Oh cause you’re gonna date this kid from Ohio?” He asked, following you as you stopped in the hallway to put your shoes on. Pope re-emerged from the upstairs, holding your phone out to you.

“Who I date is none of your business J, you made that choice.” You took your phone and left both of your friends in the front hall, slamming the door.  

The date itself was alright, nothing particularly life altering. You grabbed lunch together and walked back to his rental and when it rained halfway through you ducked inside to wait it out. The guy you were with, Jason, he said his name was, was nice enough. He spent most of the time talking about how cool it must be to live in the OBX all year long, as if the island never stops vacationing. As a pogue, you knew all too well what a lie that was but you weren’t going to have some socioeconomic argument with some random guy who, in two days, you’d probably never see again.  

His parents were out the whole day which saved you from any awkward encounters. Though, by the time the rain stopped and you went back outside, you were sort of hoping you could be gone too.  

“Take my jacket,” Jason offered, already draping the denim over your shoulders as he sat down next to you on the jetty, “it’s cold outside.”

“Oh yeah, tha-” your sentence was cut off by the sound of someone calling your name over the familiar sputtering motor of the HMS Pogue. The boat was cruising through the bay, toward the house that you’d dropped a pin at ‘just in case’ for Kiara’s state of mind. You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you stood up, watching the boat get closer and closer until it was docking up alongside the jetty.  

Jason looked baffled at the sudden intrusion, grip tightening around his bottle of beer. At the front of the boat, JJ was trying to keep his balance, arms teetering out to the sides like he was surfing on waves not riding on a moderately calm bay.  

“Uh, Jason, these are my friends...are you sober?” You asked, looking between your date and your friends. It was just John B and JJ on the boat, Kiara and Pope clearly declining to take part in breaking up your date.  

“I’m moderately functional,” JJ laughed, almost missing the jetty altogether as he stepped off the boat. The walkway swayed a little and you reached out to help him keep his balance.  

“I’ll take that as a no,” you looked passed him to John B, grinning like he thought this whole thing  was funny, “what are you guys doing here?”

JJ shrugged, detangling from you to walk over to Jason. He flipped some of Jason’s hair as he scrutinized him. Jason, to your surprise, stayed cool. You were expecting him to call you a bitch and stalk off, maybe kick you off his property. It’d happened before. JJ didn’t want to date you but heaven forbid anyone else ever wanted to. “Hey man, hows the date going?”

“John B,” you didn’t bother trying to reason with JJ, “what the hell?”

“Oh chill out,” John B laughed, obviously buzzed himself.  

“We’re just hanging out...isn’t that right Jackson?”

“Jason,” your date clarified.  

“JJ, leave.” You insisted, pushing him away, back toward the boat.  

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with us, you and your touron too good for us all the sudden?” He teased, an edge to his voice as his eyes met yours. Glassy and wet from drinking too much and (more than likely) smoking too much.  

“Leave.”  

Jason touched your arm, catching your attention for a moment, “let’s just go inside,” he offered, nodding back to the screen doors.  

“Aw come on, we were gonna go fishing, coming fishing with us.” JJ continued, pulling your arm toward him.  

You pulled away, taking a step back onto the paved patio. “I’m gonna go inside with Jason,” you announced, crossing your arms as you looked at John B and then at JJ, “sober up...I’ll see you later.”

“But-”

“I swear to god JJ, get the hell back on the pogue and leave.” You snapped, harsher than before. You turned and headed for the doors of the rental, Jason following behind you. JJ called out your name one more time but you ignored him, not wanting to make a scene here when you were on a date. His stupid behavior didn’t surprise you but it did piss you off.  

As Jason stepped inside you turned to look behind you again to find JJ just standing there, looking, for all the world, like a lost puppy. His eyes met yours and you almost felt guilty for everything that had transpired between the two of you that summer but then you remembered this morning and all the times he’d given you shit for dating but remained uninterested in dating you himself. It was like a cycle that you were desperately trying to eradicate yourself from.  

John B called for him and JJ finally turned away from you, stumbling a little as he climbed back on the pogue. You turned away too, heading inside and sliding the glass door shut behind you

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[yandere-sins]

Hey 💜 Since your requests are open, may I ask for more yandere ceo? Maybe on a business trip with his darling? Whatever comes to your mind. ☺️

Oh, yes. Something definitely comes to mind 😈 I call this “Once again, we all wanted more CEO (and he wanted more assistant)”

[Part 1]  -  [Part 2]

Rated Lemon!

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Being given the window seat should have made you suspicious right from the very start.

But, alas, you were busy oohing and aahing about the scenery passing you by as the train rushed over the rails, unimpeded by traffic or obstacles. It felt different to get out of the city for a change, in a good way. Far away from the stifling situation at work and your everyday exhaustion, even if the seemingly endless fields and mountains in the distance didn't exactly make you jump with joy either. You did see the occasional sheep pasture full of little white clouds or got to enjoy watching the water of a lake shimmering next to you. However, the presence next to you, the one thing you could not escape, soured every fun you could have had.

Your boss let out a haughty chuckle as you hummed in delight at horses grazing in their pasture, and it immediately tore you out of your happy little world. Right. This was a business trip. And since you were so important to your boss - absolutely vital to this project, as he claimed - you had to attend. It's been a while since you two last fought over the terrible work environment he caused - leaving the sexual harassment aside - but ever since the start of the new project, he had been too busy to make a move.

That didn't mean you trusted him even for one second.

Not even him reading the newspaper in his luxurious first-class seat, legs crossed and coffee on the tray before him, could fool you or make him look any less suspicious than he always was. Maybe right there and then would have been as good a time as any to finally get away from him, especially since you'd be in a new city shortly and could just disappear from your old life and start over. Before taking you with him, you hadn't even been allowed to leave your own apartment without supervision—not even for groceries! There might have never been a better chance to escape this giant bastard of a man than on this trip.

You must have glared at him for a moment too long, his eyes darting over to you before he grinned knowingly. But he couldn't fool you! He couldn't read your mind; your thoughts were save, even if he seemed amused by your expression. "Planning to murder me in my sleep?" he inquired, and you grimaced, replying, "Maybe."

Fingers, strong and with a touch awfully familiar to your body now, clasped around your chin. They tugged you forward until you were forced to lean in closer to your boss, his voice a deep murmur in your ear. "For your information, I don't see the need to sleep when I have you in my bed all week long. Neither of us nor our neighbors will get any sleep the next few days."

"You're fucking disgusting," you spat back, his grin widening since his selective hearing only heard a challenge coming from you.

"Oh, please. Call me Ryan."

"More coffee?" A chipper voice suddenly chirped next to you two, and you recoiled in horror, hoping she wouldn't misunderstand what you two were doing. Turning around, you leaned against the window, fixating on the scenery outside since the conversation was practically over, your boss waving the train attendant away with a charming, "Maybe later."

His attention shifted back to you rather quickly, his eyes prickling in your back like needles as he studied your body. "Aside from that, shouldn't you be a bit nicer? I'm taking you out for a week; that's worth something, right? When was your last vacation?"

"This is a work trip, Sir," you replied sarcastically in your best work voice. His demands seemed like a bottomless pit that he kept trying to fill with you, even though not even you could feel whatever kind of emptiness he had that made him into the monster he was. "And I never went on vacation since I started working for you."

It was true. The first few months had been too exciting to take time off, and you wanted to prove yourself more than anything. That was all before shit went down between you two, though, and especially then, Ryan wouldn't approve even a weekend off to go visit your family. Humming contemplatively, Ryan looked away, thinking about what you were saying but not really contemplating the depths of your words. "Time for you to relax then!"

His hand slipped down to your right thigh, slowly, with relish, feeling the texture of your stockings under his fingertips before he wiggled under the hem of your skirt. With a sharp intake of air, you sat up straight, gripping his wrist and pushing it away, glaring daggers into the smug grin playing around his lips.

"What?" he asked, faking innocence as your eyes met. "You need to relax, and I think you need to learn some discipline for being improper towards your boss. I am just helping."

"Stop it," you hissed at him, feeling as if the train was slowly being alerted to what was happening despite everyone seemingly busy with themselves or their travel partners. You could feel the voices hushing and the stares from the corners of their eyes. Everyone loved gossip, even if it came from strangers on a train. But you wouldn't risk it. You wouldn't risk being seen by anyone in such an embarrassing way, even though Ryan seemed to enjoy your flustered expression and teasing you more by the second.

But there was no stopping it.

With the least bit of consideration he seemed to have for you, he gestured to the blanket for your seat, kept in a little net on the backrest of the one in front of you. Furious, but at the same time unwilling to risk being seen as your boss had already lunged his hand back between your legs, squeezing your thighs in an attempt to coax you into parting them, you grabbed the package, tearing the plastic away before wrapping the fabric around you.

Ryan let out a snort, seeing how you pulled the blanket up to your chin, cocooning yourself with the only opening being where his arm rested. "Very funny," you hissed, and he nodded, laughing a little louder. At times, you really felt like he was a child, constantly breaching boundaries and amusing himself with the smallest of inconveniences he made you. For him, embarrassing you or fucking you senseless was the same amount of fun. He made no difference about the way he was going to torture you. Any was fine. He welcomed them all.

"This is ridiculous! We need to stop now!" you whispered angrily, gripping his wrist again and trying to tear his hand out of your crotch. The movement caused his fingers to slip, his pinky darting up your slit, flicking your clit, and making you jump from the sudden sensation zipping through you like burning hot electricity.

"I don't think so," Ryan mumbled, leaning in close and using his free hand to grip the one you were holding his with from above the blanket, tearing it away. Immediately, he dug his hand deeper between your thighs, not giving you a chance to complain before he dragged his fingers over your panties, feeling the wet layer they had already received.

"Your body knows better than to deny me."

Reveling in the satisfaction of knowing how wet you were already, you could watch his eyes draw your silhouette underneath the blanket hungrily. You had no doubts that if there was a chance to pull you on his lap, Ryan would have done so immediately. But even he - the greatest bastard alive - had a reputation to uphold, so his fingers had to do for now.

They teased your cunt through the fabric, never stopping their prodding and petting. Your panties were sheer lace, barely enough fabric to count as clothes but he had 'requested' you put them on this morning—or else he would have done the honors. With Ryan, you never knew how much of what happened was planned and what truly was a coincidence. He never gave you a chance to be prepared for him, not even when he was actually doing his job.

While his thumb pressed the lace to your clit, having you experience the sensations of the little windings and threads in the fabric, his other fingers pulled away your panties, enough for them to slip underneath. Your folds were wet enough to give no resistance to the intruders, a truly heartbreaking betrayal of yourself, and you gasped in exasperation as you felt him at your entrance.

You've been biting your lips and concentrating on your breathing all this time. All this, just so that no one would hear and notice what you two were doing. It was one of the hardest tasks he had ever given you, as every time pleasure jolted through your body, you completely forgot how hard you were trying to hold back the moans. Your brain was fogged with pleasure, which wanted you to cry out loudly and declare how good you were feeling. Only in the last seconds did you restrain yourself, blinking away the tears from how hard you were holding yourself back.

You wanted to plead with him, ask him to stop before a moan slipped from your lips despite your best efforts. But you've been through this before. And before that, and even before that. Over and over again, did Ryan make it clear he didn't care about your image, your life, you. Even if his actions would have more consequences for you than him, he kept going selfishly, ignoring your pleading and begging with him. You wished you knew where he took the confidence from, to do as he pleased. Was it the money? The fame? Just the fact that he had some good ideas that were beneficial to the company he was working at?

Whatever it was, you'd never understand how he could casually ruin someone else's life as if it was worth nothing. You didn't believe him when he'd whisper in your ear after wearing you out all night that he liked everything about you. Every expression and every squirm of your body. That you made him want to spend money on you and keep you by his side like a precious pet on his lap. That your appearance finally made his life worthwhile.

He could miss you with that crap while he made you miserable beyond belief—at least mentally.

Even if Ryan had a change of heart right this second, you doubted you could forgive him for what he had done to you. He bought your trust just so he could use, monopolize, pressure, blackmail, and do so many more unforgivable things. And still, you didn't think he had reached the end of his misdoings yet. Would he ever?

His fingers slipped in, and you let out a quiet hiss, straightening in your seat. If his huge dick was any indication, his hands were just as big, with long, thick fingers to play with your pussy as roughly as he wanted. Ryan was grinning into his free hand, pretending to be busy reading the preview of the next stations while he worked his middle and ring finger up to his knuckles into you, as deep as the position allowed.

You whimpered as you were attacked with pleasure, shivering in your seat as his fingers spread, splitting you open. You were sure that if he continued opening you up, his fingers wouldn't be the only thing covered in slick in no time. The feeling of wetness on your thighs was already enough embarrassment you'd have to run around with all day. You made the mistake of imagining how cool the wind would be, brushing by your legs when you got out of the train, and you breathed out raggedly at the thought, which seemed to be a desired sound in Ryan's ears.

He took his sweet time slowly testing the waters, teasing you, and enjoying you squirming in your seat next to him. You were wholly consumed by the feeling of his fingers inside you and trying to hold back the moans. However, as soon as Ryan fell into a rhythm, moving inside and out, leaving one finger while retracting the other, scissoring, and then rapidly taking both out to leave you hanging on top of the pleasure, your breaths had changed pitch, already resembling moans like the ones you'd let out in the bedroom.

You were absolutely adorable, and you didn't even know it.

He knew what you looked like close to finishing. He knew all your obscene, disgusting, wonderous, and beautiful expressions. What kind of dirty face you made on your knees while he rammed his cock down your throat, the half-lidded, drooling expression after your third orgasm. It was so much fun to play with you, but nothing would ever be better than making you cum. Almost. He had almost made you cum in a crowded train between all these strangers just with his hand. What greater pleasure could any man have?

"Don't you dare cum yet," he instructed you with a low growl, the pleasure almost too much to care about his stupid words. You wanted it to be over and done with, your hips hesitantly grinding on his hand as if it was a sex toy for your own pleasure. That image made it at least a little bit better, even if it was just a tiny change from reality.

"Coffee?" the familiar voice from before asked, and both of you jumped in your seats, scrambling to not look like horny teenagers playing doctor on the bus ride to summer camp. His fingerfucking came to a halt while you fixed your eyes on the less-than-clean floor, your face hot enough to believe everyone else could feel the heat radiate from you.

"Not for me," Ryan said with remarkable composure. However, his head turned to you as he grinned, and your eyes widened, feeling the malicious intent in his gaze. "But my assistant would love some."

You could have killed him.

While the train attendant worked to pour your hot coffee into a little paper cup, you looked up, meeting his smug face with an expression akin to disbelief. How could he do this to you? The attendant held out the cup to you with a smile, and your eyes darted from Ryan to her and then back to him before you slowly unpeeled yourself from the blanket. Every move you made, fear pathed your actions. Fear that you might slip the blanket too low, flashing the attendant with your pussy, open and spread by your boss's fingers. Even a hint of his hand between your legs would be enough for her to grimace in disgust about how dirty you were, you imagined.

Somehow, you managed to hide the shame beneath your waistline. Ryan's fingers went back to slowly caressing your insides, creating waves inside you with almost gentle tenderness. He must have known you were close and was trying to soothe the ache for more while keeping you turned on for later. It was as considerate as he got. You forced a smile, opening your mouth to thank her when things suddenly went from bad to worse.

Your fingers wrapping around the cup, the train unexpectedly jerked, having passed over an uneven rail. Everyone jumped in their seats before gravity settled them back down, but luckily no coffee was spilled over anyone's body. However, you couldn't have suppressed what had been stuck inside your throat for so long as you fell back on your boss's fingers - hard - moaning loudly as they pressed deep into your sensitive spots, throwing you over the edge with violent force.

"Are you alright?" the attendant asked, worried after hearing such an obscene sound and fearing you might have gotten hot coffee on you. There was no way you could answer her, your body quivering violently on top of Ryan's hand, whose grin only grew wider and wider as he watched you come undone so publicly.

"All good," he answered for you, never taking his eyes off your miserable, orgasming body. Ragged breaths escaped you as he waved off the attendant with a poor excuse and the confused lady walked away, no wiser about what was going on. Even in your firm shoes, you felt your toes curl while you stretched and curved your spine, Ryan's fingers drawing out the orgasm by keeping up the stimulation while he leaned into you. Despite not being in your right mind, you were thankful that Ryan took the coffee from you, arms sinking to your sides as you let out ragged breaths and low whimpers, sinking into your seat utterly helpless as you were finally allowed to rest.

Even through the blanket, you heard the pop! your pussy made as he pulled his dripping wet fingers out of you, his low chuckle vibrating against your skin as he kissed in the clothing-free space between your neck and shoulder. "That was one hell of an orgasm, huh, Gorgeous?"

Really, it was a compliment more to himself than to you, and you refused to reply to it and satisfy his ego more than the slick he was licking from his fingers ever could. You kept panting, trying to steady yourself before stating, "I hate you so much," in the most spiteful tone you could muster. Ryan let out a fake, sad sigh, shaking his head before giving you one last kiss and sitting up again.

In a sudden pull, he took the blanket with him, exposing you to everyone who could have been looking at that exact moment. You jumped upwards, slapping away his hand lazily resting on your thigh and smearing your wet all over it before pulling your skirt down to a proper place. "What was that for?" you hissed, frantically looking around to see if anyone's eyes were staring back, witnessing the unspeakable on your seats.

But Ryan didn't share the embarrassment, merely gripping your hand and pulling you over the armrest between you two until you were shoulder to shoulder with him. Draping the blanket lazily over his crotch, he turned to face you again, grinning, saying, "My turn," as he pulled your hand under the blanket, placing it flat on top of his greedy bulge you hadn't even noticed before.

"But-!" you wanted to argue, raising your voice, but Ryan cut you off.

"I said I'd teach you some discipline, yet you came without my permission, giving yourself so disrespectful and improper in front of your boss again. I'll have to punish you if you want to keep your job by my side."

"This is so inappropriate!" you complained with a whine, ignoring that you had gone much farther than touching just seconds ago. Ryan's glare seemed to say, 'who's really the inappropriate one?' as he pressed your palm harder against his cock, having you feel the pulsing underneath the designer pants.

"How loud I moan depends on how well you're going to treat me, Sugarcube," Ryan ignored your complaint, changing from a whisper to a steady, firm voice as a warning. As if you didn't already know he was a loud fucker, his blackmail hit you right where it hurt.

There were still too many hours left on the train, and you knew you'd be spending them in pure agony the longer you waited. Even if he forced you to, Ryan leaned back, relishing in the feeling of you unzipping his pants and ignoring the disgust in your face. The moment you wrapped your hands around his cock, he bucked his hips, and you felt the hardness of a man who wanted nothing more than to own every piece of you that he broke—one way or another.

But you'd not give up, even if it meant jerking off the man you hated more than anyone, catching all his hot, dripping semen in the palm of your hand and being forced to lick it clean under his watchful eyes.

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