#I’m going to fucking slam myself into a tree

[m0onjellies]

when u want to be an academic weapon and take all aps and get into a prestigious college and triple major and get straight as and want to continue with sports and other extracurriculars and exercise in general and also want to be able to indulge in hobbies and have time to chill for a bit but have at least one untreated mental illness which makes doing anything super fucking hard 👍

#ares.txt #I’m going to fucking slam myself into a tree #academic suffering

[cuubism]

it's been a while since i've written something that could be described as "literally just hurt/comfort" but well. here it is. i guess XD

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It amused Hob endlessly that Dream never seemed to sit on his throne. Perhaps he did when welcoming official delegations of visitors, or conducting official business, but Hob had never witnessed it. Every time he had been to Dream’s throne room, Dream had been sprawled on the stairs instead, long limbs all askew, coat flared out dramatically below him, like some kind of panther reclining on its tree branch. Moody, petulant, dramatic thing. Hob loved him so.

He pet up and down Dream’s side as he sat beside him, and Dream, panther-like indeed, purred, pressing his nose into Hob’s throat. He had been about to show Hob something, take him to some new corner of the Dreaming he had created, but as usual they had gotten distracted, necking on the steps like insatiable teenagers. And now they were just talking quietly, one of Hob’s legs slung over Dream’s, Dream’s arm around his waist as Hob kept stroking up and down his rib cage under his cloak.

“I did intend to show you the new gardens,” Dream murmured, but made no move to leave Hob’s side. “You will enjoy them.”

“I’m sure I will,” Hob said, pressing another kiss to his hair. “Enjoying this too, though.”

“Would you like to enjoy more?” Dream asked, suggestion in it now, and Hob laughed.

“If you’re feeling committed enough to get up and lead us to your quarters. I don’t think Lucienne deserves to get an eyeful.”

“I could close off the throne room and have you upon these here steps,” rumbled Dream, grip tightening on Hob’s hip.

“And I could have you over your throne, if we’re doing that,” Hob countered, and a shudder ran up Dream’s spine.

He managed to disentangle himself from Hob and stood, offering a hand. “Come. We will retreat— this time.”

Hob chuckled, letting Dream pull him up. “Not in an exhibitionist mood today?”

“I’d like you to myself.” So saying, he strode down the steps, already summoning a swirl of sand to take them away— back to the waking world, maybe—

when something struck him.

Only there was nothing there. But Dream lurched backward the way the soldiers of Hob’s youth would fall back when lanced through with an arrow on the battlefield—he stumbled on suddenly weak legs, clutching at his chest, and with a cry of pain just—

—dropped

just fell in the middle of his throne room, the very seat of his power. Landed on shaking arms that were already giving out, shoulders curved and head hanging.

It was fucking terrifying.

Hob rushed over to him, fell to his knees by his side. Hands hovering for a moment as he tried to decide if it was safe to touch him. Safe for Dream, that was. Hob hardly cared about what might happen to him. “Dream,” he said, but Dream didn’t respond. He seemed barely able to hold himself up. As Hob watched, blood trickled from his nose and dripped onto the marble floor.

Hob abandoned caution and took him into his arms. Dream wiped at the blood streaming faster from his nose with a limp hand, but only succeeded in smearing it everywhere. “Dream,” Hob said. “What’s happening, love?”

Dream just closed his eyes. “Something…” he murmured, the word slurred and nearly unintelligible, “terrible. Silence. And. Death.”

A tremor rushing through him like an electric shock, and the Dreaming… separated.

Hob felt the schism go through it, felt his own body separating from itself like an earthquake right through the center of existence, the very air trembling. He looked at his hands and saw them in double, looked at the throne room and saw its colors refracting outward in layered planes, and then Dream, in the center of it all, dense as a neutron star.

Then it all slammed back together.

The force of the impact flung Hob across the room, away from Dream. He hit the floor hard, struggling to catch his breath as he scrambled upright, dizzy. Everything seemed to have congealed back into one layer again, but the hall was shaking, and on the other side of the room Dream was trying to push himself up, and failing as his limbs kept giving out on him, blood puddling on the floor from his nose and mouth.

What could possibly make Dream bleed? In his own realm?

Hob raced back over to him, skidding to a stop and crouching by his side so fast he almost fell over. Dream was on his knees, eyes screwed shut, hands pressed to his temples. Hob laid his hands over Dream’s. “Hey. Can you hear me? Can you look at me?”

Dream just let out a pained whine. And then Hob was very glad he was holding onto him because the whole room spun.

Suddenly they were upside down, gravity reversed so down was up, up was down, and Hob was on the ceiling looking down at the endless void of space. They didn’t fall, though, and he wrenched his gaze back to Dream before the vertigo made him puke. And then the room swung upright again, but this time it took gravity with it— Hob grabbed a hold of Dream’s hand and just barely stayed in place but heard things crashing against the palace windows, trees and houses and god knew what else that had been uprooted in the spinning equilibrium.

“Dream,” he said, holding Dream’s face between his hands. “Can you focus? Come back to me, love.”

Dream finally looked at him. His eyes had lost their human veneer and gone starry, but one was utterly black edge-to-edge, like it was dilating wrong in its view of the universe. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but what came out instead was another gush of blood.

“Shit.” Hob hauled him upright, kept him in his arms as he choked and spasmed, blood coming up with each cough, streaming from his nose. The sky had shifted to a glaring red, the stars angry eyes against it, and screaming rose higher and higher from the distant woods outside the palace, a thousand animal voices rising in chorus. “Shit. Alright, it’s okay.” He pet Dream’s hair, kept his voice pitched low and soothing, though his heart was hammering under Dream’s ear pressed against his chest. It most definitely was not alright, but Hob didn’t know what else he could do, other than try to bring Dream back from wherever he was. There was no injury, there was nothing he could fix. “It’s alright, my darling. Come on.”

Dream whimpered in pain and jerked as a lightning bolt of energy raced through him, zapping each of his limbs. Blood had started streaming out of his ears now, too, and past the sleeves of his robe Hob could see bruising around his wrists and trailing up his arms. He yanked up the hem of Dream’s shirt, and found more on his torso, patternless marks of bleeding, and his stomach lurched.

“Alright, alright, let’s get you down,” he said, keeping his voice gentle despite the panic racing through his nervous system. He laid Dream down on the floor, taking off his own jacket and folding it as a makeshift pillow to put under his head. Dream immediately turned and curled up on his side, hands over his ears.

Hob leaned down to try to meet his gaze. “Dream. Hey.” He caressed Dream’s cheek. “Dream. Please. Anything you can tell me that will help. Come on, darling. Talk to me.”

After several long, painful seconds, Dream managed, each word a dragging, pained whisper, “It will pass. I prom—” this was cut off by a horrible scream, animalistic but all wrong, off-pitch, like he was being eviscerated by an electroshock probe.

Matthew careened into the throne room and landed at Hob’s side. “Holy shit, there you are. I thought he was dying in a ditch somewhere, the Dreaming’s going fucking haywire.” He prodded at Dream’s hair with his beak, hopping in distress. “Boss. Boss!”

Dream seemed totally lost to them now, clutching at his head and making an awful whining sound. Hob finally gave up on trying to get him to talk and just pulled him close, laying Dream’s head in his lap.

Matthew perched delicately on Dream’s hip. “Do you know what happened?”

Hob brushed Dream’s hair from his sweaty, feverish forehead. “Not a clue. He said it would pass?”

Matthew tittered nervously. “A whole wing of the library is burning.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Loosh can’t get the fire under control. And a whole mountain range fell into the sea. Is this the apocalypse?”

Hob let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. But it this doesn’t get better soon I’m calling his sister for help myself.”

Dream sucked in a huge breath as if summoned back to life by Hob’s words and said, each word a heavy scrape, “She will be far too busy for that.”

Around them, the Dreaming seemed to stabilize, shivering back into place. Everything went quiet again. Hob’s exhale of relief shook his whole body. “Hey. Hey.” He took Dream’s face between his hands and tilted his head up to look at him. “Hey, love. Are you back with us?”

Dream nodded. He looked utterly exhausted, glassy-eyed and with tremors running up and down his frame, but no longer like he was being actively tortured. “That was. The worst of it.”

“The worst of what? Did somebody hurt you?”

“No.” He looked to Hob for help, and Hob didn’t like it but he hauled him upright and helped him sit, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and letting Dream lean against him. “I am,” his voice was hoarse, each word a struggle, “the sum. Of all living minds in this universe. And when so many of those lives are ended at once. I. Feel it. That part of myself. Dying.”

Hob looked around before remembering that he couldn’t exactly see anything from here. “Something happened back home?”

“Your planet is not the only one with life,” Dream said. Hob shook himself before his brain could latch onto that—it was too much to be confronted with in the middle of a crisis. “I do not know exactly what transpired. I will have to ask Death. Only, it was significant.”

“What, like thousands of people? Er, beings?” Matthew said.

Dream’s gaze slanted over to him. He looked horribly sad, underneath the exhaustion. “Trillions. Not only intelligent species dream. Smaller creatures. Insects. Some plants. All eradicated.”

“That’s why that happened to the library,” Hob realized. All the books of all those lives.

Dream’s eyes snapped to him. “What happened to the library?”

“Apparently it was on fire—”

Dream tore himself from Hob’s grasp and staggered to his feet, rushed through a door that hadn’t been there a moment before. He was listing violently to one side, stumbling off balance, but didn’t stop, and Hob and Matthew chased after him.

They tumbled through the door into an inferno, the towering library stacks crackling and popping in the incredible heat. A surprisingly modern sounding alarm was blaring overhead, lights flashing. Lucienne had found a fire extinguisher and was valiantly attempting to put out the blaze, but she could do nothing against the sheer scale of it.

Dream careened into a table, caught himself just before falling, then thrust out his hands. The room plummeted to freezing in an instant, and Hob’s breath caught as all of the oxygen—to whatever extent that even existed in the Dreaming—whooshed out of the room. His chest went tight, and he was pretty sure it was only the nature of the Dreaming that kept them all from suffocating.

Dream held them in stasis like that until all of the fires had sputtered out, starved of air. Then his arms fell heavily to his sides and he dropped sideways into a chair, panting. Air swung back into the room, and Hob sucked in a deep breath.

“Lucienne,” said Dream, breathing heavily, “what— what is— the damage?”

Lucienne sat down beside him. She looked rather more concerned about the state of Dream himself than the books—his skin was still absolutely covered in blood, his face gaunt and hollow, limbs shaking—but she said, “We’ve lost most of this wing, my lord. What happened?”

Dream squeezed his eyes shut in dismay. “Too many lives felled at once.”

Lucienne laid her hand over his, gave it a squeeze. Hob knelt beside him, laying a hand on his knee.

“My fault,” Dream murmured. “I should have conceived of some protection against this. Or recovered myself. Quicker.”

“No,” said Lucienne, even before Hob could. “I don’t think you could have stopped this, my lord.”

"You can't prevent people from dying," said Hob.

"I can certainly prevent their books from being wiped from the library," insisted Dream, and then slumped, leaning his face on his hand, brow pinched in pain. "Too much strain on the Dreaming at once," he murmured, mostly to himself. "This should not have happened."

Hob squeezed Dream’s knee. “I’m sorry, love. I’m really sorry.”

Dream’s frown didn’t soften, if anything, his shoulders slumped further.

“I’ll see what I can salvage,” Lucienne said, standing upright again. “You should rest.”

Dream didn’t seem to have the strength to oppose this. “Matthew, will you find out if any residents were injured in the destruction?”

“Yup, on it, boss.” He landed on Dream’s shoulder for a moment, preened his hair, then winged away again, out of the library.

Then it was just Dream and Hob.

“Hey,” Hob said quietly. Now that they were alone, Dream had gone nearly as limp as a doll. Hob took both of his hands. “Let’s go rest, yeah? You must be knackered.”

That barely scratched the surface, but bringing up Dream’s moments of weakness—as he would see it—was rarely helpful.

“I am not tired so much as…” he plucked each specific word individually from the ether— “Stripped. To the bone. Like carrion.”

Hob’s heart hurt, doubly so for Dream having actually admitted it. “Let’s go rest then, yeah?”

Dream shook his head. “I do not wish to simply return to my quarters. I do not wish to simply return to my quarters. That is not what the Dreaming deserves after this failure.”

“Somewhere else? You can’t just go and try to fix it all now, Dream. Please.”

“Somewhere else,” Dream agreed, at length. "For a time." He interlocked his fingers with Hob’s. Then the library was swirling out of view, and they reemerged in a familiar grassy dell, sitting in the long, soft grass. Fiddler’s Green, Hob thought. Of course.

Gilbert—for since learning that Fiddler’s Green was a he, Hob couldn’t help but call him the more human name he’d chosen—seemed unharmed by the damage that had plowed through the Dreaming. Dream sat cross-legged on the soft ground and brushed his fingertips through the grass, a self-soothing motion. A warm breeze tumbled through his hair, as if Gilbert was trying to comfort him.

Hob gathered Dream into his arms, and as he did a tree sprung up from the ground behind him, growing from a sapling to a massive oak in moments. Hob leaned back against it, holding Dream close. “You’re a gem, Gilbert.”

The leaves rustled in response.

“Has something like this happened before?” Hob asked quietly, lips brushing Dream’s hair, and Dream nodded.

“Yes. Hence why I should have been more prepared.”

“Not what I meant. I wanted to know how to help.”

“There is… little to be done,” Dream said. “In time, the Dreaming will integrate the loss. Any acute damage, I will fix. It simply requires some… patience.”

“And what about you?” Hob said.

This time, Dream didn’t say something about how the Dreaming was him. He just didn’t respond at all.

Hob held out a hand. “Do you want to help me out here, then, Dreaming?”

A soft, wet towel appeared in his hand. “Cheers.”

“Hob,” said Dream uncertainly, as Hob budged him up.

“Let me see your face.” He took Dream’s chin in one hand, and began scrubbing away the blood with the other, wiping clean his lips, and the corners of his eyes, his chin, his throat.

Dream watched him silently. Hob was still wiping clean the sharp hinge of his jaw when the first tear slipped from his eye. “So many dreamers,” he murmured.

Hob pulled him close and pressed Dream’s head to his shoulder. He still didn’t know exactly what had happened, in some far off corner of the universe. But Dream’s pain was plain enough. “I know, love. I’m sorry.”

“I am used,” Dream said, “to the normal cycle of life and death. I have never considered it a tragedy; it is the way of Time. Death herself is kind, but not all ends are, it is the way of things. But such sudden, and widespread destruction. This feels. Like a tragedy. Not only lives were lost. But whole species. Cultures. A history, too. And its remembrance.”

“And normally you’re the one that remembers it,” said Hob, and Dream nodded.

“Now… I can only remember fragments about those civilizations. Whatever survived in the library, or on the fringes of my realm. I can feel the loss in the fabric of dreaming—but I cannot see what was once there.”

Hob kissed the top of his head. “You care so much,” he said, as Dream’s tears wet his shoulder. “Oh, darling. I’m sorry.”

There was really nothing more to say; he couldn’t make it any better. He could only hold Dream while he processed and regained his strength. And so he did just that, leaning back against the tree in the warm, calming breeze of Fiddler’s Green, and kept Dream close to him. And when it came time for Dream to fix the damage done to the Dreaming, Hob would stick by him then, too.

#it's Beating The Shit Out Of Dream Monday #they were going to have such a nice sexy time and then Cockblocked By Tragedy #dreamling #dreamling fic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #anyway i just wonder how things happening to the living creatures whose existence creates the endless would affect the endless #if a species goes extinct does that part of dream die? anyway #rip dream he just wanted to have sex with his bf but a planet had to go and explode smh #idk how that even happened maybe a huge asteroid hit it idk #this feels like it ended kind of abruptly whoops but i just needed it to be done you know #tw blood #or something

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Two

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: cuss words and recreational cliff diving

Notes: The moment you’ve been waiting for! Just don’t kill me pls🫣 sorry this one is short, but the next chapter is twice as long so buckle up lol

Word Count: 1290

Series Masterlist

Reader

Quil has been… tricky since I found out about the wolves. Now I know why his best friends have ditched him and I can’t even tell him.

How would I even phrase it?

Hey man, so you know how your best buds kinda cut all their hair off, got insanely ripped, tattooed these tribal pieces on their arms, and seclude themselves? Well, they’re actually these supernatural protectors of the reservation and turn into huge fucking wolves.

Yeah that’d go over real well. Not to mention said wolves would rip me a fucking new one. I mean, they protect humans, but is the line drawn at exposure? Would they even vote or would Sam just slam his own gavel? Make a spectacle in front of the tribe? What would they even tell my mom?

I can’t help the direction of my thoughts, desperation for my friend - to cure the source of his pain, gnaws at me from the inside.

So I unintentionally start hanging out with him less. Not completely - no, my heart would never allow it, but less. Less means I can stop pretending so much - I lie to my mom and I live with her. I lie to Bella because two friends falling apart in the same way helps no one. I lie to Quil so the wolves can continue to exist without a spotlight. I lie to Embry and say I’m fine so he can have someone to not be fine with. More often than not it feels like the smile on my face and the words in my mouth are just lies, lies, lies.

So I have to do less. Because less is how I stay afloat.

Less is what I wish I’d feel.

•March 16th, 2006 • Quileute Indian Reservation•

Reader

“Are you sure about this?” The roaring of the water below almost drowns me out, but Bella’s shoulder is brushing mine and I can tell she heard my question in the way her own shoulders sink as we stare down at the turning water.

“Look, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to-”

“Oh I’m going to, just thought I’d offer an out.” I’m not even looking at her and I can feel the tension leak away from her.

“You’ve always been down for some crazy stuff.” She tells me, stepping away to shed her backpack, bracelets, shoes and anything else she doesn’t want to get wet.

“Believe me, I fucking know.” I whisper to myself.

Are we really about to jump from a cliff just to feel something?

I’ll do anything to feel something besides this gaping hole in my chest and apparently that starts with cliff jumping.

I turn to check on her and catch her mumbling something under her breath before she steps off and disappears from view.

I copy her actions and shed myself of my extra clothing items until I’m in just my jeans and t-shirt. A thundering rumble from deep in the trees pulls my attention for half a second from the dark water below as I wait for Bella’s head to surface. A storm, maybe? Has to be-but the snapping of twigs, that’s something inside the forest.

The wolves? We picked a day they were occupied, they’ve been chasing Victoria ever since Laraunt showed up and Bella explained to Jacob what they were after - us. And Charlie, along with some trigger-happy townspeople, have been hunting the wolves.

Which leaves us free to do things like this, stupid shit without the overbearing men in our lives watching our every move.

I take a step forward into nothing before whatever that is makes an appearance and stops us.

Time might as well be standing still.

I mean, I feel the rumple of my shirt across my stomach as I fall, but the way my heart is in my throat and my lungs squeeze-

Ice. The water is pure ice.

I’m stunned at the brutality of the water, not only in temperature, but also in the way it ebbs and rolls. I’m not entirely sure which way is up, but I catch a glimpse of a jean-clad leg drifting away into the darkness - Bella! I’m too slow, the water is zapping my warmth and my strength with it.

Lungs screaming at me to give up, a tan blur of muscles dives right past me at an incredible pace. A few seconds later, another tan and muscled arm wraps around my torso and our rapid ascent to the surface begins.

My last thought - the last image in my brain before darkness drowns me out is Bella, dragged completely limp by Jacob.

• March 16th, 2005 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

A choking gasp so loud it startles everyone lounging in the house-horror, disbelief, terror courses through my sister in the fraction of a second.

The next fraction I’m at her side.

“Alice-Alice!” I grip the tops of her arms as I stare into her eyes, begging her to answer me immediately, “What is it?”

Her eyes are flicking around, far away from here and searching-panic begins overtaking her and I can do nothing to stop its rampant escalation. My power retaliates, I try to grasp her slippery hysteria but it’s like smoke - filling the room rapidly, choking me, but I’m unable to grasp it-to tame it. There’s only three people not in this room that would elicit such reaction and one is immortal-

“Bella and-” but she cuts herself off before she could finish as she meets my eyes.

“Bella. And. What. Alice?” My tone is deadly and the words are clipped - I already know the answer, but it can’t be.

Instead of answering me, she spins from my grip.

“Carlisle! I need keys!” I follow her as she grabs everything she needs for a day trip, apparently.

“Alice answer me, what’s going on?” I’m desperate at this point for any information.

“I’m driving to Forks.” Her words are stern, mind set. “I have to check on them, I can’t see-”

“You can’t see them?”

“They jumped off a fucking cliff and I can’t see them!” Her breath is tearing in and out as she spins to look at me, panic and inadequacy pinging off of her.

They… jumped off a cliff?

For the first time in a very long time, I can’t breathe.

“My-my girl j-jumped?” The small voice passing through my lips doesn’t sound like me.

“I need to check on them-”

“I’m coming.” The heart in my chest has long since ceased to work, but now it feels as though it’s turning rotten and black.

“If you can’t handle it-” She starts, but I stop her again.

“If she’s gone, nothing matters anymore.”

• March 16th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

I rinsed off in the shower after Embry dropped me off, not much energy left to fully shower. Thank whatever other-worldly force looking out for me that he didn’t take me to the hospital so my mom could get involved. The woman would hover no doubt non-stop and then proceed to give me the lecture of the century, something I don’t have the capacity for at the moment.

Plopping down onto the sofa, I settle back into the soft cushions, my body absolutely tired.

Hurried knocking on the front door not-so-softly wakes me up, I must’ve drifted off after laying down.

“Embry, I’m fine - you didn’t need to check on me-”

But as the door swings open it isn’t Embry.

Panting like he had just run a marathon, hair slightly wet and eyes wide with panic, stood someone I thought I’d never see again.

Someone I thought had to be a figment of my imagination.

Jasper?

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[blueicequeen19]

Sucker for Punishment

Warnings: mild sub JJ, enemies to lovers?, oral, panty thief, orgasm denial, violence

I don’t know why I’m obsessed with my life long bully. All through school I’d avoid her like the plague because she would make fun of me for my clothes or the bruises on my face. Then her mom married rich and she was off to the Kook academy. That only heightened her distaste for me and other Pogues even though she was born one.

As I got older I found myself craving her attention. I no longer hid from her when we crossed paths. Instead I would do whatever I could to bait her for attention. My skin burned hot when her eyes would trace over me even when her lip curled in disgust and her friends laughed.

I’d serve her drinks at the Country Club and purposely stand too close so my hard cock would graze her arm. She always glared at me and mouthed off but I wanted to know what she looked like when she came. I wanted to know the tightness of her cunt. I wanted her to make me bleed with those manicured nails.

I’d jerked off multiple times a day for as long as I could remember to the image of her degrading me. Owning me. Laughing at me while she bounced on my cock. When I cleaned her pool one summer, I stole all her panties except one pair that I left covered in cum on her pillow. She never said anything about it but she became more aggressive. To the point where she’d shoulder check me or shove me in the chest. I nearly came in my shorts the first time she touched me.

Now I was getting too close on purpose. Anything I could do to put my hands on her. She’d swing at me and everyone would laugh. She was too much of a bitch to keep a boyfriend so no one came to her aid. It was always a game to see who could piss the other off first. A majority of the time I won but tonight was different.

I watched across the fire as some douchebag Kook fingered her on his lap. Part of me liked the public display while another struggled with the roaring jealousy I felt. I was also hard as fuck and leaking precum in my boxers, nearly losing it while watching her cum on his fingers.

Now they were both going to suffer.

I waited until they were both making their way over to his car, probably for a hook up, before sneaking up behind him and slamming his head off the top of the car. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and she only gasped, staring at me with stunned eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing, Pogue?”

I ignored her as I stepped over him and leaned down to pick up his right hand. I snapped the two fingers that were inside her, breaking them while she watched.

“You’re insane!”

“He’s lucky you didn’t let him get his dick in you.”

She turns to run but I catch her around the waist, hauling her into the cover of some thick trees along the side of the road. I wrap my hand around her throat and I swear I hear a throaty moan as I force my hand under her tiny excuse of a dress.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She rasps, although the fight has left her body and she’s sagged against me. I cup her pussy over her thong, feeling how wet she is.

“I know this is for me.” I growl in her ear, slipping past the scrap of fabric and massaging her slit.

“It’s not.”

“He hardly had anything on his fingers when he was done whereas right now..” I take a deep breath, “.. you’re fucking dripping.”

“Fuck you.” She snarls, her face dropping as I withdraw my fingers and suck them clean in my mouth. I groan, the last of my restraint slipping.

I yank the fuckers door open and shove her onto the backseat, not bothering to shut the door as I crawl in between her legs.

“Stop. Someone will see.” She gasps, not stopping me as I shove her legs wide and yank her close enough to smell her arousal. I lock my hands on her hips as I bury my nose into her panties and Inhale her intoxicating scent.

“Wait.” She whimpers, fisting my hair as she starts to grind on my face.

“No.” I yank her thong to the side and waste no time sucking her plump little clit into my mouth. I tighten my grip on her hips as she cries out, her hips jerking in time with every pass of my tongue. She tastes like heaven and my future. I’ll never tire of this pussy. I feast like my life depends on it. Like this is my first and last taste of her.

My face up to my nose is dripping her arousal, making me groan from the taste and how wet she is. She wants this as badly as I do. Needs it even.

When she cums with a cry, her nails digging into my scalp, I push two fingers inside her greedy pussy, forcing her cries to turn to sobs as she cums. And cums. And cums. My fingers are white with her cream as I remove some of the attention to her clit so I can look up at her dazed face.

“Did his fingers feel as good as mine?”

“No.” She gasps, eyes half lidded and lips parted on every breath.

“Who’s inside you right now?”

“Y-you.”

“And I’m a Pogue and you hate me. Just like I hate you.”

“Yes.” She cries just as I curl my fingers and slap my hand on her clit. Her pussy locks down on my fingers like a vice, coating them in more cum as she jerks and trembles against the door with her climax. I sit back on my heels, sucking my fingers clean and enjoying the way she shudders as I undo my shorts.

“No.” She sits up, snapping her legs closed and that usual glare pointed at me.

“No?” I free my cock and stroke it softly, making her gulp as she takes me in. It takes her a few moments to meet my eyes again and hers narrow.

“No. You don’t get to cum.”

“Is that right?” I smirk, loving this little game she’s trying to play.

“Yea, it is.” She sits up so we’re almost chest to chest, getting right up in my face as she takes back the control.

“You can make me cum but you don’t get to. This is for me, not you. I get to cum and you don’t. Not until I say so.” Her expression is hard until she looks down and sees I’m still stroking my cock. God, she’s so sexy.

“You wanted to touch me so badly and now you can. But you don’t get to cum.”

“You’re saying no to this?” I taunt, loving the way her eyes keep dropping to my cock. She leans away with a snarl just as I lean in to kiss her. I growl, debating on lunging for her but she slips out the door before I can stop her, blowing me a kiss through the window then disappearing.

I’m beyond pissed and my dick is throbbing but I’m excited. I feel alive. I want her withering beneath me again and now I know she will be. I quickly stuff my dick away, my zipper barely zipping, as I slip from the dudes car just as he starts to stir on the ground.

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[xetswan]

The Switch of Daylight- Plans to Go

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[One] [two] [three]

We get home and Bella is acting like a child, giving me the silent treatment. She slams her door shut, Charlie shoots up from his spot on the couch.

“What happened?” I roll my eyes.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.” I tell him, going straight to my room. I gently shut the door, pacing back and forth. Glancing over to my window. Fuck… Am I really going to do this?

Yes, yes I am. I quickly change out of the button up shirt and dress pants, going into sweatpants along with a tank top. I climb out of my window, stepping back from the building.

“Bella, I swear to god if your window is locked.” I huff, getting up on the tree then jumping to her windowsill. I slam it open and climb inside.

She jumps, standing up but comes to disappointment when she sees it’s me. “Thanks for the warm welcoming.” I sarcastically tell her.

“Get out.” She frowns, I shake my head.

“No, I need this conversation.” I stand my ground, she seems hesitant but lets me continue.

“You.. you do not understand what just happened.” I fold my arms, she scoffs but I cut her off. “You do not understand the control all of us had to endorse because of you.” I want to scream at her but I know it will do no good for anyone.

“You want to be with Edward, I get that. But you are risking their existence, and your own. You want some happily ever after but you do not understand that he is a different fucking species.” I become angrier.

“It’s not your fault tonight happened but god, if I had the choice I wouldn’t be this monstrosity!” I felt a lump in my throat of what could’ve been a sob but instead my eyes stay dry.

“You’re not a monstrosity, [Name].” She comes over but I step back. “I am, I can barely be near you right now because you smell like blood. Not that I can’t control myself it’s the fact that it is making my mouth salvate. That’s disgusting.” I grit my teeth at the thought of even feeding a little bit off of my sister.

“[Name]... I know you wouldn’t do that.” She frowns.

“Bella, I’m only here to protect you from anything. I will be by your side as long as I’m needed.” I finally place my hand on her thigh.

“I have to go do something and I’ll be back to talk more.” I assure her and she nods but I can tell she wants to say whats on her mind.

“Edward is going to kiss you goodnight once I’m gone.” I smirk and she gives me a soft smile as a thank you.

I take a deep breath, climbing back out of her window and jumping down. Alice and Jasper were already waiting down there for me, I take their hands and we race off into the woods so no one could hear us talking.

Getting to our usual spot off that hiking area I sit down on a fallen tree.

“Let’s get this over with.” I mutter, watching their every movements. Jasper still has dark circles around his eyes and I could tell I did a number on him. I felt sort of guilty. I know he didn’t do it on purpose but the thought of my sister being in danger blinded me.

“[Name] we have to leave.” Alice whispers.

“Where you guys going?” I cross my legs, she raises an eyebrow, confused.

“You have to come with, lovebug.” She mutters and I scoff out a laugh.

“Where are you guys going?” I repeat myself a bit harsher. She stays silent as if I’m going to become sweeter suddenly but after it doesn’t happen she huffs.

“We don’t know yet but away from Bella. Edward seems to believe it’s the best way.” She explains, I squint my eyes in disbelief.

“Why would you think that I would join, Alice?” I was utterly shocked she would assume I would just join them. I can control myself pretty fine. I don’t need that.

“[Name]-” “What would you want me to tell my father?! After he thought I went missing for a week months back?” I grew angrier, I stood up from the tree, Jasper spoke up this time.

“It’s what’s best for them. What are you going to say when you are 45 with no wrinkles?” He tries to convince me.

“I-” I pause to shake my head in disappointment, “I cannot believe this. You are asking me to fake my death right now.” I dryly laugh to myself, pacing in one area.

“You know how I felt when you first brought it up-” They try to speak up.

“Don’t.” I put up a finger.

“You guys just need more practice around blood. We don’t need to move across the world.” I exclaim but their faces drop, their eyes don’t meet mine.

“[Name], we’ve already set on leaving.”

“Well you’re going to have to leave with out me. I am not leaving my sister.” I stand my ground, I can’t leave her, she’s going to be devastated.

“Is he telling her right now?” I suddenly question them, Alice shakes her head no. “Tomorrow.”

“What will she be like?” I aggressively get closer to her but this time I don’t get an answer.

“Alice, what will she be like when he leaves?” Panic starts to set in, I lose her either way don’t I? I will lose her because of this horrible night.

“Alice!” I shake her arms, she tries to look away, Jasper wraps his arms around my waist.

“Hey, calm down.” He soothes me but I shove him away. “This isn’t right!” thunder emits in the sky as I shouted, next comes rain starting to sprinkle down.

“Please join us, [Name].” Alice begs me, she stays her distance but Jasper looked like he wanted to hold me. I think to the ground for a moment. Knowing what I’m going to have to tell them.

“No… I’m sorry. I’m staying.” I say in almost a whisper with the wind. As it grows stronger so does the water hitting the ground. I go to go over to them but this time they back away from me.

“We just got you back again.” Alice gently tells me.

“We went through all this pain of waiting for you.” She gets louder. “And you’re asking us to wait longer?” She painfully asks me.

“Alice, I have my fathers one life time to be with him. I have a whole existence with you. What’s a few more decades?”

“That’s a selfish request, darling.” Jasper mumbles, I huff.

“A selfish request is to ask me to leave my family.” I tell him, “If this is how you feel i’m not fighting for this anymore.” I wipe the rain off my face only for it to come back just as quick.

I make my way back to the trail and I am shocked I don’t get followed. I am disappointed to not hear my name or feel a hand wrap around my wrist to stop me.

At least say one more “I love you.” But as much as it hurts, I know they’ll forgive me and later understand as like I said, what’s a few more decades?

They next day I decided to stay home from school, pretending to be sick as I went to go to the Cullen’s to plead with them to not leave.

“Are you sure you’re okay home alone?” My father questions me, my eyes filled with sorrow but to him it might just look like I’m sick. He was worried, I could feel it. His heart thumping a little louder in his chest.

“Yes, don’t worry. I think it’s just a little cold. I feel like crap though.” I say in a lighthearted manner, chuckling softly at the end so he thinks I’m okay.

“Okay, I’ll call around lunchtime, but I’m hoping you’ll be napping.” He rubs my head and kisses the top of it before leaving. Bella had already left for school. She’s not exactly talking to me like normal anymore. Especially after last night.

Once I knew my dad was gone I hurried outside, entering the woods and running to the Cullens. I figured it was best so that people really did think I was home sick. Not lying to them. Getting to the Cullens I felt my anxiety heighten. Edward was there, same with everyone else.

Alice was already walking outside, the others following suit. She had a vision of me coming. I should’ve known.

“You’re here to change our minds.” She announces, I stay silent. Edward doesn’t stop walking though, he comes up and I could tell he might want to grab me so I back away.

“Don’t try it, Edward.” I warn him. I stare at him and his body was faltering. His energy draining.

“You need to come with us.” He speaks up. I furrow my brows at him.

“To hurt her even more?” I cross my arms. “It’s better than physically hurting her. She’ll die with us around her.” He argues.

“She’ll kill herself if we- You leave.” I shake my head.

“You’re wrong. She won’t do that to Charlie.” He tells me.

“But you’re asking me to. I’m not fighting this. I’m not going. And you shouldn’t either but it looks like you have your mind made up.” I huff, fixing my jacket. “I can’t believe you’re all going through with this.” I pointed at them behind Edward who all stood cowardly with this fake confidence.

“[Name], please…” Esme frowns but I just shake my head.

You guys should’ve left before the mess was made but instead you do it after.” I laugh because we all know I can’t cry if I wanted to.

“You know this isn’t what she wants. Why?” I plead with them.

“It’s the best thing for her.” Carlisle steps in. “If that was true you would’ve never invited her into your home.” His eyes flicker down to the ground.

“We shouldn’t have done that. You were right, we only brought pain to your lives.” Carlisle steps closer to me but again I step back like I did with Edward. I don’t trust them.

They could still force me to leave with them and I will never leave my sister and Charlie.

“I was angry.” I mutter.

“You don’t even trust us anymore.” Rosalie cries out, pointing out the fact that I keep stepping back.

“You guys want me to leave with you, I don’t know if you’re going to trick me or not.” I retaliate.

“You think we would opt you out of your own choice?” Jasper finally says something and I stare at the ground.

“You’ve done it before.” I remind them.

“Well then,” Alice clears her throat, walking away from the argument. A part of me wanted to follow her. The other part of me was glad to see her go.

“I should’ve never came here. Why’d I think you would change your minds?” I whisper, giving up. My hands falling down to my sides. I read their faces before I start leaving.

Rosalie with a stern expression, only faltering when she thinks I’m not looking.

Emmett wanted to say something but never did.

Esme was sad, she hid behind Carlisle who had a solemn look as well.

Edward was angry, but also remorseful.

Jasper… he looked betrayed and hurt. Something I wish I didn’t have to see.

I glance back at them one more time, all of them starting to walk away except for Jasper. He was holding onto me. He was holding onto the fact that I could probably change my mind and leave with them. But he knew. He knew I would never leave my family’s sides. I couldn’t, I won’t.

I felt like I was actually taking the biggest breath of air, filling my lungs that I don’t actually need to function.

For a moment I felt human with the emotions I felt.

All spiraling at me.

And for a second I heard my heart thump.

For a second my blood rushed through my body.

For a second I broke.

But just like that I healed. I’m not human, my heart didn’t thump. My blood stayed dry.

Masterlink: A&J

Im backkkk lol. Very sorry for the five month disappearance. A lot has happened but here you goooo also sorry this is short this is just to kinda ween my way back into writing this

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

Shouldn’t Have Traveled

Yandere Diluc, x chubby reader x yandere Zhongli

Words: 5,700+

warnings: poisoning mentions, slightly descriptive murder, unwanted touch,  reader made fun of by others, physically clingy Diluc (you can pry that from my cold, dead, hands)

Took a pic of where the ending scene is for clarity. 

Sorry if anyone (besides Donna, Diluc, and Zhongli are ooc. Idk their personalities too well yet.

I’ve decided to leave Mondstat. Not for any reason anyone would think. It’s rather awkward and I’ll never admit the real reason to anyone. I can’t really stand being around Diluc anymore. Donna and other’s words are starting to get to me. 

What words? The scathing words of “He’d never like someone like you”. They say that’s due to my different appearance. The words never really hurt, but it’s getting irritating, and I’m unsure how much more I can hear them talk about it before I snap and deck one or more of them. That’s also why I can’t be around Diluc. Just seeing or interacting with him also brings up their words again.  

A few final things are being packed tightly into my large bag. My plan is to just stay at the hotel for a week or two and come back. Then again that plan might change, who knows? If somehow a job comes up and they’re welcoming, I’ll maybe live there instead. 

Thankfully I kept Mora saved up for a while and quit my job at Good Hunter. Being a cook there was exhausting too. One of Donna’s friends also being there obviously made things worse as she framed me for a lot of things, making the others not too happy with me. Think one of the only ones who do still like me is Barbara when they tried to frame me for making her food extra spicy. 

Another glance in my bag. Hmm… I’m a little low on things to drink on my travel to Liyue. Some grape juice would be nice, so I head towards Angel’s Share. 

The group of Diluc-obsessed parasites try to block me. 

“Yeesh, you guys still have a whole fence shoved up your asses? I should have known you have a poor tree up there now too. Sad it had to die for your personalities. All I’m doing is buying grape juice for travel.” I reply and give an eyeroll with it, entering Angel’s Share. 

Their insulted faces a sight to behold being the last thing seen.

A certain redhead was working, catching me by surprise. Really wasn’t expecting for him to be working instead tonight. Fuck. Ah, screw it. A last chat won’t harm anything. 

“Diluc?” 

His head whips towards the door instantly. His eyes zoning onto the bag I’m carrying. They almost seem to narrow. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be working tonight.” I inform, sitting down in the free seat in front of him. My bag being placed onto the floor. 

Diluc places the glass he had in his hands onto the island and looks me in my eyes. “I decided to give Charles a break for the night.” 

“That’s one thing I admire about you-” His eyes widen slightly, meanwhile I mentally smack myself for letting that slip. “I- well- It’s how you treat your workers. Unlike many I’ve seen, you’re not as harsh with them, and more thoughtful.” 

I cross my arms and mumble “If only Good Hunter stayed the same, I would probably have stayed.”

He rather firmly slams the glass back on the island I didn’t notice he picked back up. “You’re leaving? Alone?” I could almost swear his voice slightly raised like he was worried. Maybe he is? Kaeya has told me he does care about others. As just said how he’s letting Charles have the night off. He  just doesn’t show emotions very well most of the time. 

“Yeah, I was planning on heading to Liyue early in the morning. I was hoping to get some grape juice for on the way there though. It would need to be in something portable. Bottles or even jars would be fine. Of course, I’d pay the fee for those too.”

Diluc’s frown deepens.  

The door open and closed, but I think nothing of it. 

“If you don’t have any, I could go find some and come back for you to fill them, if that would be alright. I don’t want to overwork you.” 

He shakes his head. “No, that would be fine. Believe it or not, it’s not the first time someone has asked for transportable items to be filled. I’ll work on it. You won’t have to worry about carrying them since I’ll be coming with you tomorrow.”

Wha- no! The whole reason I’m leaving is involving him!

“That’s alright. I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’re quite a busy person as it already is.” 

His eyes narrow at me. “I’m not taking “no” as an answer. I’m going with. You need a guide.”

His tone scared me a little, I won’t lie to myself. 

He crosses his arms and closes his eyes for a second, taking a breath in before looking at me again. “You don’t even have a vision. You also don’t know where you’re going, and I am worried, whether you believe it or not. I also was planning on going to Liyue as well to visit someone close to me.” 

I hate everything he said was nothing but logic. I would just ask him if I could ask a knight or something to come with, but knowing his strong dislike for them, it would be a bad idea. 

It stays quiet between us for a minute. 

“... Why don’t you go rest up for the night? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

I wonder if I could get far enough before he could catch me if I left tonight.

“You’re giving away what you’re thinking. You better not. I will catch up. Don’t test it.” 

Ugh, fine. I’m still worried since he’ll be tired tomorrow. 

While leaving, the group comes up yet again with bottles in their hands. The door opening and closing must have been a friend I didn’t notice was there. 

They hold out the empty bottles towards me. 

… are they serious? What makes them think I’d trust them? They probably put poison or something in these. Doesn’t help they’re not see through. Yeah, no. I’m not using these. Their smirks are just making me more tired and not wanting to deal with their shit.

“Oh, you guys already know I’m leaving? Uh, thanks…” I take them, already knowing they’re going in the trash. 

“Just a little goodbye gift~” 

Wow, how thoughtful. 

They leave giggling. Probably from malicious intentions. 

“Would you like me to take those, (Y/N)?” suddenly asked a voice. I turn to see Charles. 

“You haven’t left yet?” I asked him. 

“I stayed to clean up a few final things in the back. It’s not my place, but I don’t trust what those women gave you.” 

I glance at the 3 glasses in my hands again. “That makes two of us. Are you sure they won’t be dug into by the cats and dogs around? That’s my main concern if I throw them.”

“I can assure they will be taken care of properly.” He informs. 

I mentally shrug. Eh, whatever. He’s reliable. I pass him the bottles and go to my house one final time. 

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I feel a hand on my shoulder as I prepare to exit to the bridge with Diluc. Diluc’s not here yet though. Oh archons, if I ever come back, I’m not going to ever hear the end of I took their “precious Diluc”. Turning around, it’s Venti. One of the closest friends I made here, and only ones left. His face is far more serious than I’ve ever seen it. 

“... Stay safe out there,” He cautiously looks around. I do as well, and the nuisances are not around for once. Diluc however is seen with his own bag coming up. “Especially from him.” He quickly takes his hand off before Diluc could see. 

Diluc glares at Venti while walking up to me. “We better get going.” A hand of his is on my lower back, gently pushing me forward. 

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Numerous quiet hours pass, and my feet are starting to kill me. I’m starting to think Kaeya lied to me it was an easy day trip. 

Looking at Diluc, he doesn’t even seem to be the slightest bit uncomfortable. The only noticeable thing is the bags growing under his eyes. 

I’ve been trying to think of things to make it less awkward, but nothing comes to mind. He hates small talk. 

“So… should I find a way to message you or something if I want to come back to Mondstadt?” 

Diluc stops for a moment. “... I’ll inform who I’m going to meet.” 

Okay. well, that was a good talk, I guess. 

About an hour later, I’m at my limit. Curse everything and whoever created pain. My feet are going to be sore for weeks at this point. How the hell do people wander like this? 

Diluc still stays vigilant and glares around at every direction like something will pop out. I’m more worried about him collapsing from exhaustion than anything. 

… why do I feel like I still would before he would at this rate? 

“When should we set up a small camp for rest for a while? I only brought my small one for more easy transportation, but I think we could both squeeze in.” though I’d much rather not. 

It’s already near sunset. Holy fuck I’ve been walking ALL day. 

Diluc gives a stare off into the distance in though,, then nods. “I’ll get some firewood.” 

I nod and dig out the tent. Fortunately, slamming the sticks in deep enough was pretty easy and I remember how to set it up from camping with a few friends years ago. 

Diluc comes not long after with an impressive amount of wood, and drops it onto the ground not far from the tent. He piles a few together and scrapes dirt into a pile around it. He then lights his claymore and holds it onto the wood until it starts to burn. 

I begrudgingly have to admit having someone with a pyro vision likely makes traveling a lot easier.  

We both crawl under and it’s so phenomenally awkward. Him closer to the back and I in the front. It’s really crowded just between us. We’re both just staring awkwardly at each other in the eyes. 

… something drops onto the tent. Then another, then several- it’s raining. How did we not notice that sooner? There was no point in making a fire. 

Nope, it’s now already pouring. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I mumble, but the close proximity likely made him hear it. 

“I never need an umbrella, so I’d be fine. Hopefully the temperature won’t drop too much.”

The temperature does rapidly starts to drop though. Now I’m wishing I brought a second blanket with. My arms get tucked together, trying to keep a bit more warmth. 

Arms grab my sides, making me let out a surprised noise. “Wha- Diluc! I’m not sure if-” 

“Don’t care,” His arms quickly wrap around my back, squeezing me close. “I’d rather you not get sick while we’re on our way.” His great smelling cologn from proximity hitting my senses hard. 

The heat that rushes to my face is even warmer than the warmth radiating out of his clothes. 

“Uh…” What the fuck am I supposed to say? “Ooh this is nice!”??

It’s definitely not! Ugh, why did he have to be the one for this? I should have lied about when I was leaving… 

He tightens his grip when I uncomfortably try to squirm free. “Quit. Moving.” 

I stop and mentally sigh. It better not rain again tomorrow night. 

He never loosens his grip.

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The tightness around me while slowly coming back makes me try to squirm free again, while the memories of last night catch up.

Diluc’s arms tighten more than last night. Looking at his eyes, he appears to still be asleep. 

The way I’m so torn between enjoying this, and being disgusted is wild. Donna’s words trying to come back. Thankfully the little I know about Diluc is he will never talk about this out loud, even with a blade pointed at him. 

For a second, I wonder if I should wake him or let him sleep. But he should probably get ready to get back to Mondstadt ASAP. 

Well, since it’s not raining anymore, and I’m still uncomfortable at this, I’m waking him up. 

Fortunately, my arms are free. I reach up and shake his shoulder. “Diluc, it’s time for us to continue.” my feet throb in protest at the idea. 

He lets out a sigh, almost like he was disappointed. He lets me go and I roll off onto the ground, then getting up. Checking my bag, it thankfully stayed dry.

I pack my bag back together, and we head off again, much to my feet’s displeasure. But from Diluc informed me earlier, we should be about halfway there. Luckily we’ve only encountered some hillachurls, and he gets rid of them so easily it makes me almost feel bad for them. 

The sights have been beautiful though. Almost to the point I could ignore the still-growing pain in my feet. 

“Here.” 

I turn to notice a clear bottle of grape juice handed to me and take it, finally realizing I haven’t drank anything in a while either. I drink it quickly. 

“It’s better to stay up with fluids and food for long travels. I’ve… learned my lesson before.”

Well, that’s a can of worms I’m not opening. In speaking of bottles though… “Sorry to change off that, but did Charles give you three that weren’t clear?”

Diluc frown gets worse. “He did, and told me how Donna and the others gave you them,” His voice dipped like he was disgusted even thinking about it. “Had them drink from the poisoned bottles they gave you. Unfortunately, it won’t kill them, but it better make them think twice about their actions. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” 

So they were poison- wait, what??? He’s fucking insane! I mean, sure, they were pretty bad and wanted to poison me, but poisoning them back isn’t right either! I force myself to stay calm. I can’t outrun him anyway, and I don’t know where I’m going either if requiring to leave the path. This does open my eyes more on him though. 

A secret part of me is touched he did such a thing for me though. 

“That’s a bit far, isn’t it? Couldn’t you get in trouble for that?” 

“I have my connections if they decide to try anything.” 

I shrug. Eh, whatever I guess. I am still staying a bit away from him, which he seems to notice. He comes over and grabs my bag, pulling me right beside him. 

“I also don’t think me being this close is necessary.” 

“You’d be surprised how quickly an ambush could happen. Especially if we encounter a ruin guard or abyss mage.”

Fat chance a ruin guard would be on the main path. Even I know that. 

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Yet another day already flies by. I plop my backside onto the ground, take my shoes off, and rub my worsening sore feet. “Ugh, I’m not usually one for complaining, but holy Celestia my feet hurt. Smack Kaeya for me next time you see him for lying it was a rather short trip.”

Diluc jabs the stake quite deeply into the ground and is setting up the tent this time. “I’m surprised you got this far without complaining. If it’s really bad though, do you want me to carry you tomorrow?” 

Gods no. I could never deal with that embarrassment if anyone traveling were to see it. “No. You’d have a lot more to carry than just your bag already. Me and my bag is too much to ask.”  

He gives me a look I can’t understand. Kind of annoying it’s always been rather hard to understand whatever he’s feeling since he hardly shows it. 

“It wouldn’t be.”

“I’d rather not test it. Besides, we should be there by tomorrow noon, right?” 

He nods.

Looking at the darkening sky, it’s likely not going to rain this time. I glance at the tent, not wanting to stand up and walk to it. 

Diluc seems to notice and comes over, crouching down. An arm wraps under my knees, making me instantly realize his intention. “Wait- stop! I can do it!-” 

He puts his other arm behind my back, and easily stands up fully. “Don’t struggle.” 

I feel like I’ve heard stuff like that more the past few days than all my life before combined. 

He places me down on the blanket and sits next to me. Too close next to me. Honestly? I’m too tired to really care at this point. 

An arm wraps around my torso, keeping me closer. What is his obsession with touch!? He never is with anyone anymore, not even his own brother! 

A very gentle squeeze to my stomach makes me whip my head to look down at his hand. 

??? When did he take his glove off!? 

“... I’ve heard what many have been saying. If moving is really what you want, I can’t stop you. However, if you ever wish to visit again, both the Winery and Angel’s Share are always open for you to stay. As for me, I’m angry what they’ve been saying.”

I can’t look at him. I should have known someone like him would so easily catch on.

I begrudgingly have to admit his shoulder is a lot more comfortable than the ground. At least not laying on his chest this time. 

“Who do you have to see, anyways?” 

“Someone you could say I’m very close with. I have something urgent to discuss with them. 

I let out a light chuckle. “Wonder who in the Teyvat got the attention to be cared about by the great Diluc. I’ll surely have to meet them.” 

“You will sooner or later when in Liyue.” 

Not going to tell me? Alright, he can keep his secrets. Not like he has a lack of them. 

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I could kiss the dock we’re walking on to enter Liyue. The guards stand down pretty quickly upon seeing Diluc, so they likely know him. 

We get to a hotel and both order rooms. Diluc disappears not too long after, and I stay in my room to rest. I wonder if I should ask someone a tour of Liyue since I know very little about the place. 

But first, some rest.

Several hours later, I’m wandering around again, more refreshed. There seem to be a lot of great restaurants to try. 

“Hey partner! I reckon you’re new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.” 

I turn around to see someone with two ponytails walking up to me. She feels rather friendly, but still got my guard up a bit just in case. 

“Is it really that obvious?” I ask. 

“Yeah, But you don’t have to worry. We get a lot of people from all over visit here. So, what were ya lookin’ for? I might be able to help.” 

“I was trying to think of where to eat something, honestly. But uh… I’m not really sure what’s right to start with.” 

“That’s easy! You can try something at Wanmin Restaurant! I’m sure my friend there would love to figure out something ya might enjoy! C’mon!” She gestures for me to follow her. 

It doesn’t take long to get there, and there’s a girl cooking very enthusiastically. 

“Heya Xiangling! Got a new friend here for you to figure out what they’d like.” 

She whips her head up. “Xinyan! Ooh, a new person, huh? Where you from!?” 

“From Mondstadt.” 

How hyperactive can someone get? She somehow gets even more excited at the news. 

“Mondstadt!? Ooh! Just let me finish these orders, and I’ll try something you’d like!” 

Sooner than later she finishes, and makes something else I’m confused of, especially from never seeing such ingredients being used in food before. 

… Eyes are on me from behind. I decide to ignore it. It’s probably just someone curious or rude and not worth my time.  

Xiangling passes me something finished I’ve never seen before. I’m a little reluctant to try it, but eventually do after a moment’s pause. It’s delicious. 

I say so and nearly scarf it down. 

They smile back at me. 

“I guess you got another to try your new foods!” Xinyan pipes up. 

Oh hell yeah, I’m willing to try others she makes.

I jump out of my skin as a hand rests on my shoulder that isn’t Xinyan’s or Xiangling’s. 

“Oh Hey, Zhongli! Been a bit. Ya able to show the newbie here around Liyue? You’re a lot better at that than anyone.” 

“I would gladly show a tour around Liyue. I suppose it’s not unknown for me to be the one to do so anymore. Thankfully I’m free to do so now.” 

Hot damn that voice. Dude, don’t stop talking.  I turn to look at the man who was-

… I don’t like how he’s looking at me. It’s not aggression, disgust, etc. It’s more like wonder? Fascination? Something more like that which worries me worse than something negative or neutral. 

He offers his hand to me. Is it to give a handshake or to help me stand up? I reach out to grab his hand. I guess I’ll find-

He grabs it gently, and brings it to his face, kissing the back of it. 

Aw fuck, it was the weird 3rd option. Well, he’s a gentleman at least. 

“Are you ready for the tour, my dear?” 

My- my dear??? A little quick on the draw, Doesn’t he think? 

I stand off the chair. “Yeah! Even though I just got here, I can tell I like it here already.” 

He smiles like he’s very proud of that.

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Great. I have a bad headache now with everything he’s tried to show and inform to me. This feels like something that should have been spread a few sessions. It was great to know, and I enjoyed it all, but this is too much. I can’t decide if Zhongli talking is helping or worsening the pain. 

I rub my forehead. Well, at least it takes away the pain in my feet. “Zhongli?” I cut him off on yet another story of information overload. 

He stops and looks at me. “I’m sorry to cut you short. I really like everything, and am totally down to know more, but it’s too much in one setting for me. Would you… maybe be free to continue tomorrow?” 

His eyes widen slightly. “Ah, I do apologize. I suppose giving more than just the best tour spots was too much. It appears to have given you a headache. Would you like to come to my place for a bit? I have some tea that would help.”

How about No? Have you ever heard of “stranger, danger”? Seriously, I could be a thief or you could be a murderer for all we know. 

“I’m good. Thanks for the offer, though. Just really want to go to bed.”

“Fair enough. Shall we meet at Wanmin Restaurant again tomorrow?” 

I nod and turn to head to my room. 

“See you then, (Y/N).”

A chill comes over me. Could have sworn my name was never mentioned with him. Or maybe I did? Ugh, head says no thinking. 

A group of girls come up to me. “You know, someone like you shouldn’t be interacting with someone like Zhongli.”

Ugh, seriously? He was just showing me around. He really seems to love this place and know the insides and outs. And they should shut up. Their voices are grating my nerves.

A shorter, younger looking woman with them rolls her eyes and almost seems to be playful about it. She comes up to me. “Hey! I’m Hu Tao! It’s nice to see a new face around here!” 

I blink a moment, trying to register how she’s super friendly to me already. Trying to sense if she’s just doing it to stab me later, I can’t feel anything off about her. Her being genuine makes it more jarring. Still keeping guarded though, I smile back at her. “Name’s (Y/N). Visiting from Mondstadt.” 

Hu Tao gives a massive mischievous smirk, like she knows something bit I don’t. “Mondstadt, huh?...” 

“What’s that look for?” I ask. 

“Nothing~”

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It’s finally around noon when I exit my room. Something from the side jumps out. 

“Ha-what- Hu Tao! What was that for!” 

She giggles. “Nothing serious! It was just funny! 

Yeah, so funny to scare someone just exiting their room. 

“So what are you here for?” Might as well change whatever that was about. 

“To see how you like Liyue so far!” 

I was… not even here for a day? “Well, good so far. Though Zhongli feels a little odd.”

Hu Tao gives me the same massive smirk. “I Don’t know… I think Zhongli sure likes ya!” 

I try not to laugh at the impossibility, but the bark of a disbelieving laugh still comes out. “Yeah right. Not even in my dreams could that happen. I mean, look at him, and look at me.” I joke, while in the proximity of some girls making fun of me earlier. They’re around too, so may as well give them what they want, though it probably won’t help. 

She shrugs. “So? You’d be surprised!”

Thanks for the hope, but no. 

She runs off without another word. 

“I hope you’re well rested?” Inquired the too-familiar voice of Zhongli. 

Oh for fuck sake I just woke up for all this.

“Yeah. Weren’t we going to meet later, though?”

“A friend of mine informed me You’d be around here. With your headache from last night, I guessed it was going to take you a long rest before leaving. Would you like to eat somewhere before we continue where we left off?” 

My stomach growls in agreement. Ugh, stupid thing. “Sure. lead the way.” 

We reached a different restaurant.

One of the girls from before “Hey, look out everyone, they’ve come to eat all your food!” 

Yeah? And what if I do? I’ma nibble all your food for making fun of me. May you always have a mysterious bitemark in everything for eternity. 

A hand is placed on my shoulder. “I would like it if you’d refrain from such vulgar outbursts about someone innocent who’s come to visit Liyue.” Zhongli pipes up. 

The woman’s face was either red with embarrassment or anger at me. Maybe both. 

He lead me to a different one instead, and we ordered. 

I notice he keeps looking at me while we eat. What? He got a staring problem? I’m getting mixed signals of what he’s like. 

Someone came for the mora for our meals. 

Zhongli couldn’t seem to find his, making me nearly facepalm. Whatever, he’s a good man so far, as paying is just a favor for his touring I guess. 

“Ah, there. I apologize it took a bit to find.” 

The waiter didn’t seem to mind and left. 

“Well that sure took a bit to find. Having a hard time remembering where you put your mora doesn’t make sense to me.” I tease.

He nods at me. You’d be right. Thankfully someone very close to me has been watching out for my forgetfulness.” 

Good thing someone is for him.

He showed me the rest around the harbor, and even some grounds out of it. One place being the strange really tall statues by the thing in the sky, named the Jade Chamber I guess.

It was starting to get dark out.  

Zhongli looks over to his right, then stands in front of me. “Apologies, but I will have to cut this short. I need to… take care of something important.” 

His voice dipped into something that almost seemed to show anger. Yikes.

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I was still restless after hanging out with Xiangling for a bit again, and left right out the town. It should be safe enough being so close.

The giant statues are visible all the way from here.

A pungent smell hits me as I walk the path. My eyes catch sight of a fight not far up ahead, making me hide behind the rock wall to make sure they wouldn’t see me. I peek up to see

!? Diluc and Zhongli… KILLING people!? The moonlight clearly showing their faces. Neither have psychotic smiles, making it all the more unnerving. Multiple dead Treasure hoarders dead, while one of the women that made fun of me already lying on the ground presumably dead too, and being burned. The pungent smell likely their burning flesh. I can’t believe they’re killers!” 

Zhongli pierces through the chest of the final woman still standing is the one who made fun of me earlier. She opens her mouth to scream, but Diluc covers her mouth.

“Surprised you’re helping. Doesn’t your contract prevent you from harming your Liyue people?” 

“That would normally be the case,” Zhongli then easily pulls his spear from the now corpse of said woman. Her body flops to the ground. 

I’m frozen in my spot. I want nothing more than to move, but my body won’t let me. 

“But that’s a good thing many don’t fully read contracts anymore. They broke my contract I made with them. They originally weren’t Liyue people. I could already tell from how they were not too kind to Liyue by making snide comments that they were nothing but trouble. The contract involved no demeaning remarks anymore, or they shall be removed from Liyue one way or another. It’s not hard to tell where they must have skipped. And they tried to damage Liyue’s newest, finest jewel.”

What the fuck does that mean!? I have to get out of here! Come on body! move!

Diluc sets fire to the corpse. “Suffer the wrath of the rock. Much better than that nuisance of a bard’s.” 

“I agree. I do also admit, I wish you could be here more often than around him. You’ll have plenty of time though. As for making you and our dear like me, that’s still a work in progress. Are you still sure you want to go through with it? Immortality can cause mourning of losing many.”

“I’m not close to many anyways. You’ve not been to Mondstadt, but outside of my work, I’m not well liked by many. They’re not exactly quiet when speaking their opinions. Besides, (Y/N) is in the picture now.” 

Me!? Their behaviors make so much sense now. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I REALLY have to leave! 

My body can finally move, and I take a slow step back. Hiding might be the best option since there’s no way I’ll be able to outrun them. 

*Snap*

Their heads whip towards the sound. 

OH MY GODS WHY WAS A STICK THERE!?

I can only hope they think it’s not a human. I hold my breath.

“In speaking of our dear, come on out. It’s safe now. I saw you try to hide earlier.” 

I don’t move. 

The sound of long strides comes towards me. 

I don’t get time to try to bolt before being grabbed by my wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt. My eyes get locked with Zhongli’s, who seem to almost glow a bright golden yellow.  

Diluc comes behind and rather loosely wraps his arms around me, his heat radiating off onto me with his close proximity. It slightly tightens before loosening again. A warning. A threat, showing he won’t hesitate to tighten his grip if I try to struggle free and run. their colognes combining almost making me dizzy. They’re not bad, but both at once is powerful.   

Zhongli reaches his hand and folds it under my chin, making me look up at him. “You must be quite lost, dear. I said we wouldn’t hurt you. And that was a promise.” 

He brings his face to mine and kisses my lips. I was so shocked I didn’t think of biting him until he pulled away. “Now, let’s get back, shall we? I’ll inform of what went on here, then I’ll join the both of you in cuddling. I’m patient, yet I cannot wait.” 

I should have just stayed in Mondstadt.

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An: I’m sorry I made Diluc so physically obsessed or it seemed too repetitive to a point. I like to think due to his past, he’s touch-starved to the MAX. He just only shows it to a rare few how much he craves it. Yandere Diluc being even worse. That and I’m rather self-projecting of wanting my favorites being so obsessed with touch with reader lol. 

Not my proudest work, but screw it. Debated whether or not to post it lol. Was trying to write a more self confident chubby reader since apparently a lot of people are annoyed when they’re not. Even though I’m not self confident at all. Oh well. 

Also, writing full fics still feels like pulling teeth

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[katztails]

kiss off

this is kinda heated, but your clothes stay on 🧑‍🦲

soft dom bev & soft dom henry

as the club ran, bowers and his goons were gaining up on them. as they got closer, (name) heard less footsteps shuffling behind them. they turned around as they ran, some of the losers were staying behind to make sure bowers and the others wouldn’t catch up to them. beverly had grabbed their hand as she caught up with them.

“the boys’re staying behind, but i’m not confident in some of their abilities to fight.” the redhead said, looking back. “i’ll get you somewhere else, then i’ll be back for them.”

“b-bev, it’s okay. i-i can fend for myself.” (name) said, trying to keep up. “i’ll go back, they’ll hurt you guys if i don’t.”

“no, you can’t do that.” she said, she looked back, bowers was coming straight their way. “oh, fuck..”

beverly stopped running, suddenly grabbing (name)’s waist. “tell me when to stop.” bev said, (name) let out a yelp as they were pulled closer to her.

beverly wrapped an arm around their waist, then her other arm came closer to her face, where her hand took their chin, and started to pull in. (name)’s eyes widened, but then closed as bev got closer. bev started slow, pulling them in, and finally met with their lips. (name) kissed back almost immediately, they wrapped their arms around bev’s neck.

“i love you, so much.” beverly murmured, the kiss became more heated than (name) was used to, but they went along with it. after pulling away, bev looked like she was pulling away, but she went into the crook of their neck. “if this is where you want me to stop, tap me three times.”

“j-just a little longer.” (name) said. bev went straight in, bowers looked on, dropping his father’s pocketknife. “b-bev-“

“shhh, love.” bev said, after a few pecks on their neck and collarbone, she stopped and looked up, smiling. “how was that?”

l-love..?

“g-good.” (name) said, the facial expressions told bev that they were telling half the truth, they weren’t going to say they loved it. “i-i just wasn’t expecting that, heh..”

bowers had been watching it from afar, he walked over, grabbing their hand, ripping them from bev’s grip. “my turn.” henry said, (name)’s eyes widened, they were slammed against a nearby tree trunk.

“ow, fuck.” (name) cursed, henry put one hand on the tree, the other around their waist. “bro, me and her were having a moment.”

“too bad, ‘cause it’s my turn to have a moment.” henry said, he gripped their waist a bit, i’ll be gentle, but my grip will be a little tight.”

the outsider brought his face closer, his forehead touched theirs. he waited a while before he saw the others coming to him, bev was still watching them in shock. his goons stopped as they saw what he was about to do and the losers all widened their eyes as they saw how close henry and (name) were.

“they’re watching, sugar.”

these nicknames, bro.

he slowly started to shut the space between the two of them, he was slow, but showed dominance and made sure they were able to keep up with him. he let go of his hand on the tree and placed them on (name)’s hips, he started moving them up and down. (name) hesitated when they brought their arms into his chest, not pushing him away, just somewhere else besides their sides. henry stopped and let them breathe for a moment.

“i’ll be gentle with you..” henry said, assuring them. “just let me know when you’re ready to stop.”

he went lower, just like beverly did he gently pecked their neck and collarbone. it then turned into sucking, which obviously left red spots. he kept turning his eyes, trying to meet gazes with any of losers, he did a couple of times, seeing them give him a death stare.

“okay..” (name) whispered, henry stopped and slowly pulled away. “i-“

“had a good time? me too, sugar.” henry said, he started to start to walk away. the rest of the gang follwed him, them all giving (name) kissy lips, taunting them, but all of them still waiting for their chance to come. “see you later~”

(name) held their hands up to their neck, where henry left his mark. bill came immediately up to them and started to yell.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU PUSH HIM AWAY!” bill yelled, stomping over, (name)’s eyes widened. “didn’t what we told you yesterday mean nothing to you?!”

“stop, bill!” stanley grabbed bill’s hand, holding him back from (name). “give them a chance to explain!”

“no, i’m tired of being nice. you know how much i love them, you know how much ALL of hs love them!” bill yells back. “i’m going to fucking kill bowers if he tries something like that again.”

he’s not stuttering anymore..

“i-i’m sorry.” (name) said, timidly.

bill didn’t respond and stomped off, stanley came over and started to comfort them. running his fingers through their hair, kissing their tears away.

“it’s okay.” the boy kisses their forehead. “j-just cry into me.”

kinda proud of this one tbh 🤌🏻

if you want to to focus on a specific character, lmk

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

The Angel of Easy

Mads!! I was so excited when Réka messaged me to be your Secret Santa pinch hitter. So here is a special little Nixon fic for my favourite fellow Lewis fangirl.

Being one of the few female intelligence officers in the 101st was always going to be a slightly different experience. Despite her training as an SOE and working at Bletchley Circle nothing prepared her to be thrown into a company of men who drank, swore and fought like dogs but formed a group far stronger than any family could ever be. One of the men she warmed most to was Lewis Nixon. His endless sarcasm and witty humour had cemented him in Y/n’s heart and it didn’t take long for them to become firm friends and then something more.

“Do you have to go on that patrol? Can’t you just stay here with me?” Lewis whined, his head still buried under the bed covers as his near-naked frame lay sprawled across the bed.

Y/n laughed, lacing up her lump boots as the grown man rolled over to face her, his blurry eyes and sleepy smile tugging on her heartstrings and if she looked at him any longer she would climb right back into bed with him.

“You know I have to go. This is finally my chance to truly prove myself,” she retorted, this would be her first time on a patrol without Lewis and she intended to gain the respect of her fellow paratroopers.

“You’ve already proven yourself to me in many ways,” Lewis wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Y/n sighed, hitting him with the nearest pillow.

“I have to go, I’ll see you later. I love you,” Y/n called as the door slammed shut behind her.

“Love you too,” Lewis mumbled into the pillow, his mind drifting back into his sleepy state when he sat upright. Had she just said what he thought she had? And had he replied with the same answer?

“You know Lieutenant, you’re not that bad after all,” Johnny Martin, nodded at her and she smiled in return. Johnny was a hard man to win over so this was the biggest compliment he could have given.

“Yeah, you’re alright Little Lady,” Bull chimed in, patting her on the back with his large hand.

“Well thanks, guys, I knew you’d like me eventually.”

The group continued to laugh as they followed the path back towards their camp when a loud crack from beside them caused them all to hit the deck. “FLASH?” Johnny shouted, his weapon raised. “Flash? Or we fire.” Was followed by a burst of machine gun fire. The firing above Y/n head caused her to freeze, she’d been through basic training just like the rest of them, she’d fired her weapon and she carried her M1 with her now, but something inside her would allow her to move. Her limbs lay frozen against the wet, muddy soil, her head pressed to the ground.

“Y/L/N GET UP!” Johnny grabbed her collar and shoved her against the nearest tree. “Y/l/n, you used that goddamn gun of yours. I don’t care if you are a Lieutenant or a fucking Major. I’m not losing any of my men because of you.” Johnny's voice was harsh, his usual snarl mixed with a desperation for her to follow his instructions.

Y/n nodded quickly, raising her M1 and firing around the edge of the tree. Johnny seemed satisfied with this and continued his way along the line to check in with the rest of his men. Y/n continued to fire, round after round, clip after clip, with only the image of Lewis in her mind to keep her grounded.

“I’m out of ammo,” she called down the line but the others were too preoccupied to hear her above the firing. Y/n did something she never thought she would do, she got up and ran. Time stood still as her legs carried her from behind the cover of her tree to the next tree, bullets whizzing past her.

“You alright Luz?” She asked, sliding down next to George who was trying to call through to Winters on his radio. George nodded to her and she grabbed his ammunition, loaded her weapon and started firing again.

The noise was deafening, nothing like practising on the ranges back at Toccoa.

“Y/L/N!” Johnny called, waving at her from the next tree down. “There’s a whole goddamn Panzer division coming from the south. We’ve gotta get outta here.”

Y/n nodded, motioning for him and the other men to head for cover further back from the line as she continued to fire. Johnny and Bull appeared by her side soon after.

“The others have retreated. I think we’ve hit their line. What’s your orders, Lieutenant? Johnny, Bull and George looked at her expectantly and Y/n felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“We hold them off for as long as we can, at least we can give the others a chance to pull back.” The men nodded at her, seemingly approving of her reply.

George continued to keep Winters and the battalion in the loop while the others continued to fire upon the inbound Panzer division. Mortar fire from Malarkey’s mortar squad littered the tree line in front of them and sporadic machine gun fire came in response.

“Winters says to pull back. The air force is bringing in air cover,” George shouted over the firing.

“Cease fire,” Y/n called, motioning for Johnny to head back first while supplying covering fire, then Bull and then George.

“What about you Lieutenant?” George asked, hiking his radio onto his back.

“I’ll be right behind you George, okay?” George nodded, keeping his head down and sprinting towards the cover of the tree line.

Now that she was alone Y/n wondered how she was meant to get herself out of this situation and without covering fire she was a sitting duck. They would have had her firing zeroed by now and mortars would surely start firing soon.

“Well, it’s not or never,” Y/n threw herself out from behind the tree, firing towards the German line as she retreated. Once the clip was empty she slung the weapon onto her back and turned tail, running towards George who was waving frantically at her.

“Y/N COME ON!” He screamed, grabbing her hand as she collapsed into him. “Christ Lieutenant, you’ve got a death wish,” he laughed, helping her up. Johnny nodded at her and Bull gave her his signature smile until their faces fell.

“Hey, what’s all the long faces for?” She laughed, “We just got out of there alive didn’t we?”

“Umm Y/n you might wanna sit down,” George caught her as her knees buckled beneath her. Johnny and Bull quickly moved in to help. Johnny pulled his aid kit out of his pocket, pressing a bandage firmly to the pool of blood at her side, before helping to lift her into Bull’s arms.

“Stay with us Little Lady,” Bull whispered as her heavy eyelids slid closed.

“You know what they say, Dick,” Lewis sighed, rubbing his hand over his stubbly chin.

“What do they say, Lew?” Dick stretched his arms above his head, as he sat in the armchair beside him.

“Well sometimes, no matter how much you want it, some stories just don’t get a happy ending,” Lewis choked, the tears freely rolling down his cheeks again. He had cried so much in the last twenty-four hours that he wasn’t sure how he had any tears left to cry.

“She’ll pull through, Nix. She’s strong and she knows you are waiting for her. She’ll make it.” Dick patted Lewis on the back, raising from his chair and leaving Lewis to sit in his uncomfortable silence once more.

“Lewis?” Her voice was weak, her breaths shallow but her bright eyes watched him intently as he raised his weary head.

“Y/n? By God you’re awake. Oh thank God,” Lewis flung his arms around her neck, burying his head into her neck and crushing the air from her lungs. “Careful Lew, I’m a little sore,” Y/n whined, pushing Lewis gently to which he jumped away.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. Are you alright?” Lewis sat back down in the armchair, his hand clutching desperately at hers.

“I’m a little sore,” she admitted, wincing as she tried to move.

Lewis jumped up again, “do you need me to get, Roe? Do you need some morphine?” Lewis' eyes were wild, searching her face for the unspoken answer.

“No. No, I'm alright. Just sore,” Y/n reassured him, reaching for his hand which Lewis took instantly.

“I was so worried I’d lost you,” Lewis admitted, his eyes full of tears but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, too afraid that he’d blink and she’d be gone.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Lew. It was all going so well. I think I proved myself to them.”

Lewis chuckled, leaning forward to brush the hair that had fallen upon her face, “You, my love certainly did prove yourself. You are all the men of Easy can talk about. Hell, you’re the ‘Angel of Easy Company.”

Y/n laughed, “Well that’s something I suppose.”

“Just next time, maybe don’t get yourself killed over it alright? I don’t think I could go through that again,” Lewis looked at her poignantly and Y/n just smiled. Her fingers reached up, brushing her fingers over Lew’s cheek, cupping it gently.

“I promise, Lew. I won’t do it again but if I do at least I know I have you to come back to.”

Dick smiled from his spot in the doorway, he’d had a message from Colonel Sink but he couldn’t bear to interrupt this precious moment. Just for those few minutes, his friends were happy and that was all Dick could ask for.

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[daydreaming-en-pointe]

ATSV As Things My Friends Said On Our School Trip

Miguel: listen here motherfucker I don’t need to be on my period to be a bad person

42!Miles: YOUR PARENTS SHOULD HAVE USED PROTECTION

1610!Miles: WE’RE LITERALLY TWINS???

The Spot: oh would you look at that - it’s time to go batshit crazy! :D

Hobie: 🎶 I just crapped my pants, thought it was a fart… it was diarrhoea 🥰 🎶

Jess: if you’re trying to make Mayday feel better this is not how you do it.

Pavitr: (trying his best to shuffle) CALIFORNIA 🌴 GIRLS 👧 WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE 💋 DAISY DUKES 🩳 BIKINIS 👙 ON TOP

1610!Miles: (watching him with Gwen from a distance) …who’s gonna tell him

Gwen: I think he’ll figure it out in 3… 2…

Pavitr: (falls into pool)

Hobie: HAHAHA UNO!

Pavitr: nuh uh

Hobie: fym nuh uh??

Pavitr: EAT PLUS 4S MOTHERFUCKER (slams card on table)

Peter B.: And what do we say when we hurt someone’s feelings?

Mayday: (raises her hand) FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

Peter B.: Mayday NO

Hobie: Mayday YES!

Gwen: FEEL THE WRATH OF THE TEENAGE GIRL ANGST (sprays water at everyone through a hose)

Hobie: I’m having a midlife crisis, people!

Gwen: …midlife? You only plan to live until you’re 36?

Hobie: honestly if I live that long that’s quite an accomplishment

Margo: do you have games on your phone

Miguel: no

Margo: then SHOVE OVER and let me download my dress up game or I WILL burn this place to the ground.

Miguel: wh-

Margo: LISTEN HERE BUDDY. Super Stylist is the one thing keeping me sane, okay? Okay. Give me your phone. This is not a request.

42!Miles: oh look! It’s the less cool version of me

1610!Miles: AT LEAST I DON’T SPEND HALF AN HOUR EVERY DAY TALKING TO MYSELF IN THE MIRROR WHILE DOING MY FUCKING EYELINER

Gwen: what if-

1610!Miles: Look. I love you with all my heart and I always will, okay? YES I would love you if you were a goose. Yes I would love you if you were a poisonous caterpillar. Yes I would love you if you were a tree trunk. You don’t have to keep asking.

1610!Miles: now go to sleep PLEASE it’s 3am and you’re a demon in the morning until you have coffee. I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to hold you back from socking people when they wish you good morning

Bonus:

(Nikita is my spidersona and Maitreyi is @hobiebrownismygod ‘s)

Pavitr: currymuncher

Nikita: Basic ass bitch ‘oh plain dal chaaval mera pyaar’

Pavitr: UNBUTTERED NAAN

Nikita: EMPTY SAMOSA

Pavitr: TASTELESS PANI PURI

Nikita: oh yOU DID NOT JUST-

Maitreyi: everyone shut up right now or no gulab jamun

Pavitr:

Nikita:

Maitreyi: that’s what I thought.

Maitreyi: …useless bowls of veg biriyani

Pavitr & Nikita: IT’S FUCKING PULAO-

( @hobiebrownismygod the moment this conversation happened I immediately thought of the 3 idiots 😁)

#just got back from a field trip so enjoy these random tidbits :D #that trip was wild actually #idek what to tag this #⋆·˚ 🕷️🌟 ༘ * — 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧! #across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #miles g morales #miles gonzalo morales #1610 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #1610!miles morales #42!miles morales #margo kess #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mayday parker #atsv mayday #jessica drew #incorrect quotes #atsv incorrect quotes #spiderman incorrect quotes #spidersona #nikita raina #maitreyi jokhar #this might be a lil bit ooc btw

[muertawrites]

Damsel in Destruction (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Jason and one of his cult members attack you and Eddie as you escape from the Upside Down. You show him just how fed up with his shit you are. (Takes place after the scene where Eddie absolutely destroys it on his guitar. I’m taking creative liberties as to the context of that scene but I have a feeling I’m right.) 

Word Count: 2k 

Warnings: blood, mentions of bullying / physical abuse, harsh language, some slightly anti-religious phrasing

Author’s Note: y’all i’m on the verge of a total mental break. i got my heart ripped to pieces by someone i really cared about and probably could have loved, lost my job without warning because everyone i worked with was a backstabbing cunt, and lost a fundamental human right at the hands of my government. all in less than three months. so this is actually an eddie munson x me fic bc i want to express how totally unhinged i feel and still have someone love me for it. or honestly just to have someone love me period would be nice. i’m losing my fucking mind y’all. i’m gonna go drink myself into a stupor and apply for jobs i no longer feel passionate about and pray for a quick and painless death ✌

“Let's go. We gotta get back."

Eddie's rough, firm grip seized around your bicep and hauled you up off the forest floor, your own hand latching around his arm and clutching him as you stumbled upon standing. Your part of the work was done - Eddie had effectively shattered Vecna's ability to possess minds with the killer shredding of his guitar. Now you just had to meet up with the others without getting caught by the police, an angry mob, or the swarm of demabats and other horrendous beasts that Vecna had set loose upon the living world. Easy.

You jogged through the woods behind Eddie's trailer, hand clasped within his as you traversed roots and rocks and your own shaking legs. He pulled you along, almost ripping your arm out of its socket for his hurry; when you cried out, he slowed and wrapped an arm around you, pressing you into his side.

"Sorry," he murmured. "I'm worried about the kids."

You grinned, squeezing his waist.

"They're okay," you assured him. "They do this all the time."

You walked like that for another mile, tucked under Eddie's arm with his hand rubbing apologetic circles into your shoulder. Eventually, specks of light began to emerge on the horizon, poking through the trees - you were almost to Hawkins High.

Then something heavy collided with the back of your head, knocking you off your feet in a dizzy, blacked out haze.

"Get her," commanded a familiar, chilling voice from somewhere beyond your now blurred vision. "I'll control the animal."

"Don't fucking touch her," you heard Eddie snarl.

His words were followed by the sound of skin hitting skin, bone on bone. Something metal clattering to the ground. Shuffling, bodies struggling against each other, insults and slurs thrown back and forth. More blows.

A hand seized the nape of your neck, using the collar of your denim jacket to force you onto your feet. Your sight came back to you, head clearing enough to realize that the back of your skull was throbbing, and a leather-clad arm was wrapped around your throat. It wore the sleeve of a letterman jacket.

At least the angry mob was smaller than you expected it to be.

You started to thrash. Your hands flew to the arm at your neck, pulling and scratching, while your body slammed back forcefully into the chest of the boy holding you.

"Let go of me!" you shrieked, enraged. To your glee, he struggled to keep his grip on you.

"Shut her up," Jason ordered. "I'll deal with her next."

He stood several feet away, leaned menacingly over the trunk of a tree. Eddie's throat was crushed under his forearm, blood pouring from his nose and a gash in his eyebrow, his guitar shattered at his feet.

"Like hell you will," you muttered.

At your neck, your captor's sleeve had raised just enough to expose a length of skin; you bit down with all your might, teeth sinking in until you tasted blood. The boy howled in pain and flung you to the ground, spitting the words "crazy bitch" through his tears. You rolled, coming to a stop on your side.

Something was lodged beneath you. It stabbed into your hip, up the length of your torso, its pointed end poking your ribs. You reached underneath you, wrapping your fingers around it and finding it cold to the touch.

A crowbar. The same one that had probably knocked you out.

"What the fuck happened?" Jason shouted.

His crony didn't get a chance to respond. You sprung to your feet, swinging the blunt end of the crowbar into the boy's gut, doubling him over; you then slammed it down onto the back of his neck, effectively incapacitating him. He toppled with a groan, and you raised your eyes to find Jason turned around, staring at you in shock and ire. Eddie lay slumped against the base of the tree, stunned.

"Just fuck off, Jason," you warned. "You don't want to find out what your medicine tastes like."

He laughed, a condescending smile spreading across his waxen face.

"You're gonna hit me with that thing?" he teased. "I'm bigger than you, sweetheart. Don't get yourself hurt."

"Go ahead and hurt me," you retorted. "You'll just prove that you're the monster. Not Eddie."

He scowled, showing his teeth and contorting his mundanely handsome features into an ugly position. Your grip on the crowbar tightened.

"He's possessed by Satan!" Jason bellowed. "I am doing God's work by casting him from this community! From this earth! You... You little whore. Jezibel! You'll rot in hell. Both of you will!"

Fire rose in your chest, the seething burn of a hatred rooted so deep within you that it could never be removed. Jason had hurt you beyond repair; he'd brought you to tears with his words, mortified you in front of your peers, touched you like he owned you, made you believe in the self-loathing he'd inflicted on you every day since you were children. You still could feel his breath on your neck, his hand up your shirt, his laughter when you couldn't control your tears. All of it was horrifying; a nightmare you couldn't wake up from, a monster you couldn't escape because it had made itself a home your mind.

But none of it compared to the fury he sparked in hurting someone you loved.

You took a step forward, murder in your eyes.

"I am so. Fucking. Sick-"

You swung the crowbar at him; he dodged backward.

"-of your stuck up-"

Another swing; another dodge.

"-psychopathic-"

You swung again. He stumbled.

"-bullshit!"

You had him up against a tree, cornering him so he had nowhere to go. You seethed, knuckles white around the handle of the crowbar, shoulders heaving with your ragged breaths. He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes.

"Are you scared, Jason?" you taunted. "Nobody's ever fought back against you? Have they?"

You lunged, cackling when he flinched.

"I always knew you were a coward. Scaring the shit out of other people because you, yourself, are afraid. And of what? People who don't think, or act, or look like you? People who won't bend to your will? People who can see through all the weights you lift and punches you throw? People you can't control? Everyone knows that's why you hate Eddie so much. Because he never gave a single fuck what you or anyone else thought of him, and no amount of threats could make him fear you. And then you go and pull the oldest, slimiest white man trick in the good book and hide behind your religion; use it as an excuse to hurt the people who see you for exactly what you are. To the extent that you're willing to ruin their lives, even take them with your own disgusting hands. You are nothing but a sad, sniveling little roach, who's never known true friendship or respect in his life. It almost makes me feel bad for you."

You grinned maliciously, blood trickling between your teeth and dribbling down your chin. Jason visibly quivered when he realized it wasn't yours, but the boy's you had bit.

"Almost."

You thrust the crowbar upward under Jason's jaw, savoring the sickening, satisfying crunch of bone. Another swing, sent forward with every muscle in your body, and you cracked his nose, his skin splitting open and spurting blood down the front of his shirt. He let out an anguished sob, the sweetest noise you'd ever heard.

"Look at that!" your joyous holler echoed through the trees. "You can't even take a fucking hit."

You swung again, the sharp edge of the crowbar slashing open his cheek. He was thrown off balance; you brought the crowbar hard into his knees, not caring what damage you inflicted. As he crumpled, you beat him in the back, sending him down harder. He rolled over, crying out in agony, and you dipped the sharp end of the bar under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you; your booted foot pressed mercilessly into his chest, threatening to snap ribs.

"If you touch me, or anyone I care about ever again, it'll be me who destroys you. Not the wrath of your false god."

Jason whimpered in response. You spat in his face - one final blow - before dropping the crowbar and rushing back to Eddie, all of your rage forgotten at the sight of him bludgeoned and bleeding.

"Eddie..." you cooed, falling on your knees in front of him. "Oh, Eddie, your face..."

He silenced you by grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you, pressing you close with a ferocity you'd never witnessed in him beyond a D and D campaign. You closed your eyes and melted into him, opening your mouth so you could feel his tongue against your teeth. He tasted of blood; you snapped back to reality and pushed him away, concerned again for his well-being.

"Dude, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Eddie gushed. His face was absolutely caked with blood, his teeth beaming white through black streaks as he grinned. "You were so fucking unhinged... Will you go out with me sometime?"

You chuckled, the sound leaving your chest in little more than a breath.

"Eddie, you're bleeding profusely," you reminded him. "And I think we're both concussed."

You removed the bandana from around his head, refastening it over his brow so it soaked up the blood and helped stop the bleeding. His knuckles were also split open from the force of punching Jason square in the jaw, so you covered them with a strip of fabric torn from the hem of your dress. He gazed at you dreamily, taking your hand in his once the makeshift bandage was adhered.

"You know I'm in love with you, right?" he confessed.

Your eyes met his reluctantly, heart jolting in your chest at hearing the words you've always wanted him to say.

"Ever since I met you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he continued. "I think you're amazing. And you just saved my fucking life. You're the most fucking incredible person I've ever known and if I'm not buried beside you I'll die twice."

You laughed at his dramatics, one of the many things you adored about him. His hand raised to your face, his thumb swiping the blood from your chin. The way he looked at you was like slipping into a warm pool - safe, comfortable, freeing. If someone as dark and cynical as Eddie Munson could trust someone enough to love them openly, you knew you could bring yourself to do the same - and he was the one who deserved your love most.

"We can pick out headstones once we make it out of this," you promised him. "But right now, we've gotta get you to the school. You need stitches and a good cleaning up."

Eddie obliged, allowing you to ease him off the ground and drape his arm across your shoulders, leaning some of his weight on you. As you plodded your way across the school's parking lot, he stopped, turning to face you.

"Kiss me again," he pleaded.

"I would love nothing more," you told him, "but we have to get you inside."

"Please, baby, just kiss me again."

The pet name made you shiver, a lightheadedness overcoming you that had nothing to do with blunt force trauma.

"If we die tonight, I wanna die thinking about what it's like to kiss you."

You scoffed, the sound playful as a drunken smile curled across your face.

"We're not gonna die," you stated. "At least not if you just let me get you some fucking first aid."

"God, I love you..."

Eddie leaned in and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in close to him. You held him tightly as you molded your lips to his, swearing in defiance of Heaven itself that you would never let him go.

#muerta's works #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[dilly-oh]

Firsts

“Oh shit, Hatake, on your six,” Genma hisses in Kakashi’s ear, who has to smother the urge to snap the other man’s neck at the sudden intrusion of his personal space. “Check out the new cutie at the mission desk.”

Okay, maybe he can forgive him.

Kakashi glances over and lets out an unimpressed grunt. Sure, the guy’s got a nice face, but he’s a little mousy-looking with that scruffy ponytail and array of pens in his pocket. A new Chunin, obvious from the freshly-pressed flak jacket and lack of PTSD. Nice complexion, decent body. Scar’s a little sexy. Guy’s a solid B. Nothing to scream about.

“I’m gonna ask him out,” Genma says with grim determination. “Cover me.”

“Naw, you got this, champ,” Kakashi says, shoving their mission report into Genma’s hand and slithering out of the room. He’d rather not see Genma perform his mating ritual or whatever is the equivalent of making an ass of himself before the gawky Chunin stammers out a polite ‘no, thank you, Mr. Jounin, sir’.

Which is why he’s utterly flabbergasted when Genma goes sailing by overhead as he’s walking out the building. He looks up in bafflement to see the Chunin decisively slamming the second-story window shut and locking it for good measure.

“I think I’m in love,” Genma croaks from the dumpster.

Kakashi thinks he might be a little bit, too.

---

Kakashi has a mission report to turn in and no friends around to pawn it off on. If he waits one more day it’ll go from being fashionably late to downright obnoxious. And when he pokes his head into the Mission Office of course the Chunin is there on duty, straightening the line with nothing but a sharp glance and incurring silence with a single frown. Word had gotten around about Genma’s fate, as well as the fate of several unfortunate Jounin who’d tried to retaliate and instead found themselves also ‘dumpstered’, as the term had been coined. Now everyone knew not to cross him.

Resigned to his fate, Kakashi joins the line.

When it’s finally his turn, he takes a deep breath, drops the scroll on the desk, and spins on his heel to leave.

“Wait.”

Kakashi’s feet are rooted in place. His eyes snap to the window. How far away is the dumpster again? If he can get the trajectory right, he can use his own momentum to land on his feet and avoid-

“Hatake, right?” The Chunin glances up at him, smiles a little. “I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself to you yet. I’m Umino Iruka. Pleased to meet you.” He extends a hand. Kakashi stares at it like a hissing viper. Is this some kind of new move? Maybe he’ll snap Kakashi’s arm before tossing him out the window. Break a finger or two. “Oh, come on, I don’t bite.” Iruka laughs, a warm, bubbling sound. Against his better judgment (and years of ninja training), Kakashi slowly reaches out and shakes the other man’s hand. It’s just as warm as his laugh, calloused and strong. Kakashi’s gaze travels up the toned arm, past surprisingly broad shoulders to meet a pair of mischievous brown eyes. “Pleasure.” Iruka flashes him a devious smirk and winks.

Kakashi can kinda see what Genma was talking about.

And then Iruka looks down at the scroll and scowls.

“Is this your handwriting or did a chicken walk all over your paper? …And then shit on it?”

On second thought, fuck Genma.

---

Kakashi freezes in the tree outside Naruto’s place. A second chakra signature is inside the run-down apartment, oddly familiar. Kakashi peeks around the window, his suspicions confirmed: Iruka is inside, bustling around the small kitchen with Naruto in tow. He’s cooking for him. More than that, he’s actually attempting to teach Naruto how to do it.

The most Kakashi’s ever done is bring over some packets of instant Ramen and a couple fresh vegetables. Maybe put down a little newspaper and spray some Febreeze. That sort of shit. Nothing this…domestic. He’s a ninja, for god’s sake, not a nanny.

He sits outside in the tree, watching, for a long time.

---

“You know you could join us, next time,” Iruka says when Kakashi stops in to pick up his newest assignment from the mission desk. He stares back at him blankly, hand still outstretched. “For dinner,” Iruka clarifies after the silence becomes so painfully awkward Kakashi almost wishes a Missing-Nin would jump out of the garbage can and kill him. “Naruto would enjoy it. What’s your favorite meal?”

“…Miso soup,” he finally says, taking the scroll. “With eggplant.” Iruka nods and gives him that damn smirk again.

“Sounds like a date.”

Kakashi absolutely does not trip a little as he turns to leave.

---

The dinner (singular) turns into dinners (plural), with and without Naruto. Which is fine, seeing as Iruka is a font of amusing stories involving his rambunctious students, whose exploits are so absurdly idiotic that Kakashi is seriously concerned for the village’s next generation of ninja. Then again, he’s met Naruto, so he shouldn’t really be surprised.

They settle into a familiar rhythm, the two of them enjoying food or drinks a few nights a week, filled with stories, laughter, and a little harmless flirting. Nothing more.

Kakashi tells himself he’s content with this. It would be selfish to ask for more, especially when he has nothing to give in return. This is enough. He repeats that, again and again, until he almost believes it.

Until Iruka’s pulling him into a searing kiss.

Until he’s dragging him inside his apartment.

Until he’s holding him in his arms.

And then just like that, Kakashi’s perspective of Iruka has gone from safe and friendly to something terrifyingly close to love.

So Kakashi does what he always does when faced with feelings.

He avoids it like the fucking plague.

---

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Iruka stands in the doorway of Kakashi’s hospital room, glaring so furiously he can feel the heat even through the haze of painkillers. “You ghost me for a fucking MONTH and then have the gall to ask me to bring you fucking ICHA-ICHA while you’re on your fucking deathbed?!”

“…Gai’s out on a mission,” Kakashi rasps, his throat still sore from the feeding tube.

The resulting silence is filled with such murderous intent an ANBU pokes his head in the door to make sure everything is alright, spots Iruka, and gets the fuck out of there.

“You…” Iruka swells up, like he’s about to literally explode, angry words choking in his throat.

And then his face goes carefully blank. That scares Kakashi more than anything. Anger, he can deal with. It’s a familiar enemy, one he can beat. This cold resignation isn’t something he knows how to fight. Or at least recover from.

Without a word, Iruka drops the books on a chair and calmly walks out of the room.

Kakashi really can’t blame him.

He’d dump himself, too.

---

Months go by, and Kakashi heals. Physically, at least. He sees Iruka at the mission desk, but there’s no smiles or winks for him now, just a stiff “thank you, Jounin” before moving on to the next. He’d almost rather be dumpstered. He takes more missions, longer ones, just to get away, to try to forget. He’s had breakups before, but none of them ever hurt this bad. It almost feels like someone is stabbing him the chest, sliding a knife right between his ribs- no, wait, that’s the Missing-Nin who is doing literally that. Kakashi curses, rips them apart with a Chidori, and blacks out.

He wakes up to find Iruka sitting in the chair beside his hospital bed, Icha-Icha open on his lap.

“I wasn’t reading this,” Iruka says quickly. “I was reading it…to you. It doesn’t count.”

“…Did I miss any of the good bits?” Kakashi asks, his voice weak and scratchy.

“Kind of hard to when there aren’t any,” Iruka snorts back.

The silence that follows is punctuated by the beep of Kakashi’s machines and the drip of his IV.

“I miss you,” Iruka says quietly. It hurts more than getting stabbed, and that hurt like a bitch.

“…I miss you, too,” Kakashi replies, even softer. Iruka looks at him, and the anger is still there, but it’s anger FOR him, not AT him, which isn’t something he’s ever experienced before.

“Why did you run away? What could possibly make you attempt to go off and get yourself killed? What the fuck are you afraid of?”

“…You,” Kakashi says simply. Iruka blinks, gaping at him in disbelief.

“Of…what? Me? Why? Because you love me or something?”

“Yes,” Kakashi replies, because it’s true, and because he does.

“Oh my God, Kakashi…” Iruka heaves a weary sigh, covering his face with his hands, which is a shame, because Kakashi hasn’t seen it in a while. “Could you at least…act like a fucking grown man and talk to me? Instead of just avoiding the issue? Maybe, I don’t know, voice your concerns so I can help you through them? You might not realize this, but I care about you, asshole.” Iruka lowers his hands to glare at him, and there’s tears shining in the corners of his eyes. “Did you ever stop to consider that I might actually feel the same?”

He hadn’t, honestly. He’d been too busy running.

“…Do you?” he asks, voice shaking a little. Iruka gives him the most insultingly condescending look.

“Of course I fucking do.”

Kakashi has to force himself to stay calm, otherwise his heart monitor will go haywire and a nurse will come rushing in and fuck everything up.

“So…” Iruka goes on, “if you want this…if you want me…I need to know. None of your self-destructive bullshit. No running away. Just answer. Yes…or no.”

Kakashi swallows, his throat painfully dry. His chest aches, but he can’t tell if it’s from the stab wounds or his own anxiety. The fear is still there, but Iruka is, too.

And that gives him the courage to answer.

“…Yes,” he says in a hushed whisper.

Iruka sits there for a long moment, digesting that, then nods.

“…There room in there for two?” he asks, jerking his chin at the bed.

There isn’t, but damn if Kakashi’s going to say so.

---

“You know you don’t always have to wear that,” Iruka teases, running a hand through Kakashi’s hair.

“Of course I do,” Kakashi says, admiring the gleam off the golden band on his finger. “It’s a first for me.” Iruka snorts beside him on the bed and smacks him in the face with a pillow.

“And your last, dumbass.”

Kakashi wholeheartedly agrees.

-End-

(Written for KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2023, Day 1 Prompt: Firsts, hosted be @kakairu-rocks)

#kakairu #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #naruto #fic #firsts #kakairu valentine's week 2023 #kakairu.rocks #rated teen for language

[thedailybullshit]

RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 33

Arthur: Sibling relationships are weird.

Arthur: Like, I’d give my life for John in a shootout without a second thought, but there’s no way in hell that I’d give him a single bite of my stew.

John: *sweating* Abigail, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you -

Abigail: Finally! You’re proposing!

John: How’d you know?

Abigail: John, you’ve dropped the ring five times during this boat ride.

Abigail: I even picked it up once.

Dutch: Newsflash! I have no plan.

Dutch: Everything I’ve done in the last twenty, maybe twenty-five years has been me making stuff up as I go along.

Arthur: Dutch, stop! You’ve gone mad with power!

Dutch: Well of course I have.

Dutch: Have you ever tried going mad without power?

Dutch: It’s boring.

Mary-Beth: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Karen: If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky, they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Arthur: It’s a real pity I’m not made of carbon.

Charles: Explain.

Arthur: I could become a literal diamond from all the pressure Dutch puts on me.

Young Hosea: Did you know I can steal anything?

Young Dutch: *thinks* Except my heart.

Young Hosea: You look great, by the way.

Young Dutch: *mutters* Fuck.

Albert: Ouch, Arthur, where did you get that bruise? It looks painful.

Arthur: *thinking back to when he walked into a tree after Charles winked at him from across camp*

Arthur: . . . I’m in a gang.

Hosea: We’re having a baby.

Any given member of the Gang: That’s good for yo-

Dutch: *slams down adoption papers & a pen* It’s you, sign here.

Dutch: I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think I’m the greatest, the quote-unquote, “best gang leader in the west”. And if they aren’t completely knocked out and dazzled and kind of intimidated by me, then I don’t feel good about myself.

#‘but Arthur IS in a gang’ yes that’s why it’s funny #he’ll betray the gang before he admits he was so distracted by Charles that he ran into a tree #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #reddeadredemption2 #reddead #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail roberts #abigail marston #dutch van der linde #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #charles smith #young hosea matthews #young dutch van der linde #albert mason #hosea matthews #johnigail #vandermatthews #charthur #incorrect rdr2 quotes #incorrect quotes

[skzimagines]

Part 5

Previous: Part 4

Character: Hyunjin x female reader, all of Skz. And y/n’s friend.

Genre: fluff | smut | obsessive relationship | angst.

Warnings: Alcohol | swearing | obsessive!hyunjin | fighting.

Summary: During a yearly camping trip, everyone decides to play drinking games. Something happens between y/n and one of the other guys, causing Hyunjin to go absolutely ballistic. Could this cause problems between y/n and hyunjin? Or even cause a split in the friend group.

Everyone was sat around the fire, once again. It just hit 11:00pm not to long ago. We have all taken multiple shots, and drank plenty of other drinks and let’s just face it, everyone’s drunk.

The drinks do not stop coming. Hyunjin’s down by the water with Ash and Han, trying to skip rocks. Even though they are failing miserably, and their drunken selves seem to think it’s the funniest thing in the world, considering their laughter, every single time they just throw a rock into the water.

“Here.” Minho says, handing me another fruity vodka drink. I say thank you and take the drink from his hand. He sits down next to me, on the blanket that I have laying in the grass next to the fire. “So, how are things with you and Hyunjin?” He asks randomly. Not taking his eyes off of the flames of the fire. “Pretty good, I think.” I smile, thinking about him asking me to be his girlfriend. “That’s good.” He says, with a slight nod. I hum in response, and take another sip of my drink.

“Do you want to help me get more firewood?” Minho asks. Setting his drink down on the blanket, standing up and holding his hand out for me to take. I grab his hand and pull myself up. Agreeing to help, seeing that the fire was slowly dying out and no one was planning on going to bed any time soon.

I follow Minho up to the tree line, where the guys had previously stacked our firewood for the week. “Here, can you hold a couple of these?” He asks, bending over, picking up a couple logs to hand to me. I hold out my arms as he drops them in them.

Minho suddenly stops and stares at me. “What?” I ask. He gives me a small smile. “Do you love him?” He asks. I give him a questioning look. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Hyunjin… do you love him?” He asks again, stepping closer to me. “Of course I love him, what are you getting at?” I ask. He chuckled and moves closer, inching closer to my face. “Are you sure?” He whispers, his face centimeters from mine. In shock by his actions, I can’t think of anything to say. Suddenly, he grabs my face and slams his lips into mine. I immediately drop the wood and push him away by his chest. “What are you doing!!!” I yell. He laughs, throwing his head back. “I’m just messing with you.” He smiles and picks up the woods that I dropped. “Don’t be such a worry wart.” He says, walking back to the fire chuckling.

My heart is racing at a speed faster than lightning. I quickly wipe his spit from my lips and speed walk to my tent, getting in and sipping the door shut. ‘What if hyunjin saw’ ‘what the fuck was he thinking’ I kept thinking to myself. I sit in bed, contemplating wether I should tell hyunjin or not.

•

“Hey… hyunjin!” Chan says, walking down to the water where hyunjin, Ash and Han are still messing around. “Yeah?” Hyunjin asks, turning around to face him with a smile. “Minho was just up there kissing your girl.”

Hyunjins smile drops. Red…. All he remembers, is seeing red. He drops the rock from his hand and makes his way back up to the fire pit. He spots Minho grabbing another drink out of one of the coolers. Speed walking to him and pushing him as hard as his body could once he gets to him. Sending Minho flying to the ground. “What the fuck man.” Minho yells, sitting up and brushing himself off. “Yeah, what the fuck is right!” Hyunjin yells back.

“I was just messing around bro, chill out.” Minho says. He stands up and grabs his beer off of the ground, he goes to take another sip, but hyunjin reaches in and slams it out of his hand before he can. “Don’t touch her again.” Hyunjin says, pointing his finger in minhos face. Trying to come off as threatening as possible. Minho chuckles. “Or what?” He whispers. Hyunjin quickly pulls his arm back and throws it forward, his fist hitting Minho right on his cheek.

All hell breaks loose, Minho quickly snaps back, landing a blow to Hyunjins lip. I hear the commotion through the tent walls. I quickly climb my way out of the door, paying no mind to shutting it.

“Minho! Get off of him!” I yell, running up to the and grabbing the back of minhos shit. Pulling him away from hyunjin.

“Your girlfriend came to save you again hyunjin.” He says, with a cocky smile written across his face. His face that has blood dripping from his nose. His face, that has the smallest bruise forming under his right eye, knowing damn well, tomorrow it will be ten times bigger.

“Get out of here Minho!” I yell, making my way towards hyunjin. Holding out my hands, wait for him to let me examine his face.

“Do you love him y/n?” He yells. I’m a bit taken aback at his sudden outburst towards me. “Do I what?” I ask. “Why were you kissing him?” “Hyunjin, I wasn’t kissing him! He kissed me! I pushed him away!” I say, tears brimming my eyes. Hyunjin chuckles and stands up. “Get the fuck away from me.” He says, walking away.

I stand there in shock, watching Hyunjin go into our tent. I look over and see Han wiping away the blood on Minhos face. I’m at a loss. Why would Minho do this? Maybe drinking this much wasn’t a good idea. I knew Minho was drinking, I knew he had a bit too much. More than likely, he wasn’t thinking when he did it. My anger towards him slowly drifts aside, considering the circumstances. But what doesn’t drift away, is Hyunjins anger towards me. I didn’t do it, I would never do anything to hurt him. I love him, more than anything. I’m not understanding how this turned on me. I pushed Minho away. Maybe leaving is the best option right now. Yeah… that would probably be for the best.

I pull out my phone and quickly dial my dad’s number. He answers after a few rings, and I try to sound as okay as possible. But by the tone of his voice after I tell him I need to come home, he knows something is wrong. He tells me he’ll be here in about an hour. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone.

I make my way over to the tent, zipping the door behind me. Hyunjin is laying on the bed, turned toward the wall of the tent, scrolling through his phone. I sigh deeply as I turn around and grab my suitcase. I start walking around the tent, grabbing everything I see that is mine, not caring to make anything organized, I just throw it in.

“What are you doing?”

I look over and see Hyunjin watching me, with a confused look on his face. “I’m going home.” I say sternly. I finish putting the rest of my things in my suitcase and zip it up. I walk over to the bed and grab my blanket and pillow. “Going home?” He says in shock. “Yes, I’m going home. I’m not dealing with this.” I say. The tears start to come back. I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand. “Dealing with what? The fact that you told me you loved me and then turned around and kissed one of my best friends?” He says, with pure venom in his voice. Finally the tears set in full stream. I absolutely lose it. “I didn’t kiss him Hyunjin.” I whisper, completely defeated.

He looks at me with a hint of regret, but I don’t notice. I grab the rest of my things and my bag and make my way out of the tent. “Wait.. y/n.” Hyunjin says, trying to catch my attention before I close the door. But it was too late. I did hear him, but I didn’t want to stick around and listen to his hurtful words.

I say goodbye to everyone when my dad pulls up to the campsite. They all beg me not to go, trying to come up with ideas to change the situation. Everyone’s offering their beds, saying we can switch so I don’t have to be by hyunjin. But that’s not what I want. I came here to relax, I came to have fun with my best friends. Maybe actually confessing to Hyunjin was a mistake. Maybe I should have just stayed crushing on him. Things were easier that way. I deny all of their ideas, telling them I just want to go home. They agree, unwillingly. I look over their shoulders to see if maybe, just maybe… he’d come out and say goodbye to me, but he doesn’t. I sigh and follow my dad to the car and we head back home.

To be continued…

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[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A flower with Petals of Flame: Part thirteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, secrets, and trauma! Allll the fun stuff-

Part twelve Part fourteen

Tag list: open

Y/n's chat with Azriel does not go well, but at least she has her two friends to support her.

We all sat at the table, and I was probably the happiest one there.

And that was saying a lot.

“How long have you been working with Eris?”  Azriel asked me, as if that was why I was acting like this.

I rolled my eyes.  “It’s not like that, he’s a friend.  We’ve been for a long time.”

Azriel’s eyes bored into me.  “Even after what he did to Morrigan?”

Eris stiffened, and even Sam’s eyes slid over to me.

I hadn’t told Sam.  Not because he would judge me, but because it just… I didn’t like talking about it.

I take a deep breath before saying, “Eris didn’t do anything.  He was trying to help.”

Azriel’s wings flared as he shot to his feet, the rest of us following.  “He left her nailed to a tree.”  He growled.

I can feel Eris about to speak, but I cut him off, telling Azriel the thing I thought I would never tell anyone.

“I was the one who told him to leave her there.”  I snarl, and I feel tears starting to prick my eyes.

He stops, overloaded.

“I told him to because if Beron knew Eris had helped her, he would have killed both of them.  So I told him what to do and I led you there.”

Azriel just stood there.  “You left her there.  For him.”

“I left her there so that she didn’t have to be forced to marry someone she didn’t love after all she had went through.”  I snarl.

“If you want to blame someone, blame me.  But Eris?  Eris had-”

A warm hand landed on my arm comfortingly, and I looked over to see Eris’s eyes burning softly.  “You’re okay.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I turn back to Azriel, who is looking at me with disgust.

“You don’t know the life I’ve had Azriel.  So even if you think I’m evil, if you think I’m a monster, I am just doing what I can to help everyone.”  I say, even though my heart hurts just from the way he’s looking at me.

“I don’t think you're evil.”  Azriel says, but stops there.

“That’s because she’s not.”  Sam says, stepping in.  “I don’t know what she’s told you, but the things she’s told me about her father are nightmarish.”

I wince as I see Azriel’s eyes sharpen.  “Sam-”

“No.  Do you know what he did to her?”  Sam asked, slamming his hand on the table.  “Because if you do and you’re still acting as if her life was easy, as if she didn’t do what she had to, then you are one fucking-”

“SAM.”  I shout, staring him down.

I knew he was angry on my behalf, but Azriel wasn’t the enemy.  He had no idea what my life was like before.

Even if he did, I couldn’t blame him for being this angry, this hurt.

I still hate myself for what happened.

Why did I expect him to feel any differently?

“Listen Azriel, Rhysand can’t know about this.  Not yet anyway.”  I shift uncomfortably.

His face twitched, and I could tell he was absolutely furious.  “And why not?”

I take a deep breath, glancing at Sam.  He was going to hate this.

“What if I showed you why?”  I say, my heart beating fast in my chest.

This was a secret, possibly bigger than the secret Velaris had been.

Sam gaped at me.  “Y/N, we’ve never-”

I shifted into a role I had become more comfortable with is the past few centuries.

Leader.

“Maybe we haven’t, but before this there was never a mass breach in the universe.”  I retort, and Sam nods, understanding I needed the floor.

Azriel wasn’t just anyone, he was family.

And I needed him to see me as more right now.  To see who I had become.  Funny, since I had always been trying to do the opposite.

His curiosity got the better of him and Azriel asked, “So there were smaller ones?”

I dipped my head in a nod.  “I’m sure you’re aware, as they were caused by the cauldron.  I’m guessing Julian has kept our secrets by your complete unawareness of this situation.”  I say, and I know that it irritates Az that he hadn’t realized that Julian had spun the same lie I had.

The easiest lie, and the most believable one was that we had no idea of what had happened after we died.  That’s why we had it set as the mandatory explanation in case of situations like these.

“So, I don’t tell Rhysand about any of this, and you… What, tell me more secrets I can’t tell my Highlord, your brother?”  He asks, his voice low.

I smile, leaning forward and resting my chin on my interlaced hands.  “Come on Az.  I know you well enough to know that you hoard secrets like a dragon hoards gold.”  I let my smile spread, looking him in the eyes.  “I’m offering you the biggest secret of all time.  What lies after death.”

He froze, and I knew I had him.

Eris was so close I could scent the surprise on him, but I could tell by the way his hand squeezed my leg under the table reassuringly, that it wasn’t a bad thing.

“I would be betraying my Highlord.  He-”  Azriel started to say, grinding his teeth.

I cut him off smoothly, “It would not be a betrayal.  What I am asking you to do is… It’s asking you to not tell Rhys that I’m acting on my own.  He won’t understand, and I don’t want to add my brother to the list of people I have to boss around.”  I say, losing the attitude and sitting up straight once again.

Az scoffed, and Sam stiffened as Azriel said snarkily, “You would ‘boss around’ the most powerful highlord in history?”

Back in the afterlife, I would have done some showy display of my power, a threat. 

This wasn’t the afterlife though, and as I have to keep reminding myself, Azriel is not the enemy.

I shrug, keeping my face neutral as I say, “Well, I guess we’ll see depending on what you choose.”

Azriel shoved to his feet.  “We are going home, and you are telling us everything.”  He snarled, and Sam went to draw his dagger again.

I give him a subtle shake of my head, and he smirks, resheathing his blade.

We both knew I could take care of myself.

“I am not going anywhere with you.”  I say, raising my chin in defiance.  “If you want to go, you can, but I cannot guarantee I will be here when, or if you return.” I speak, raising my voice and letting myself exude an aura of power.

He didn’t notice, and I felt more than I saw him winnow with his shadows.

In a blink I have him pinned against the wall with darkness, his mouth agape as I let starry night surround me, baring my teeth in a snarl.

“Do not touch me.”  I breathe, rage flowing freely.  “You’re no fucking different than all the other males.  You don’t fucking listen.”  I say, hoping the hurt in my voice isn’t too obvious as I let him go.

“Leave.”

I can feel him staring at me, but I choose instead to look out the window.  Not moving until he left.

I let my shoulders slump slightly.

“Are you okay?”  Eris asked me, his voice worried, Sam behind him, obviously sharing the sentiment.

Hey, all it took to get these two to get along was the destruction of a childhood friendship.

I nod, taking a deep breath before turning to Eris, forcing myself to smile.  “Well, I don’t think we want to be here when he comes back with my brother, who is sure to be pissed.”

#a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acotar #acowar #azriel acotar #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel spymaster #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #y/n #x reader #y/n x eris #eris x y/n #y/n reader #x y/n #fanfic #reader insert #sarah j maas #sam cortland #asteri #actor morrigan #morrigan

[eco-lite]

Finally finished volume 4! Here are my many, many thoughts:

“???”

* Holy shit, Seigi, you have got it so bad for Richard. I’m begging you, please do some self-analysis!

* Noooo not the pomegranate tree that represents Seigi and Richard’s relationshippp. 😫😫😫

* I feel like Richard’s last advice to Seigi was actually for himself.

* Seigi refusing to drink tea with Saul from the cups he and Richard would use. 😢 The pining is so strong.

* HE SAID IT. 👁️

* “Just because I spend every waking moment thinking about him, just because my heart skips a beat every time I lay eyes on his face, just because I’m having dreams about him kissing me every night, it doesn’t mean I’m in love with him” (21). JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

* “‘Now, tell me, what happens to a young man flying on the wings of romantic dreams when he slams into the cold hard wall of reality? His delicate shell smashes into a million little pieces, scattering his contents every which way, just like an egg thrown against concrete!’” (22). I think Saul is talking about both Seigi and Richard here.

* “Was I being an emotional two-timing bastard without even realizing it?” (33). Lol kinda.

* Badass!Seigi let’s gooooo!

* You are absolutely not giving up, Seigi! Now is the time to take Richard’s advice that was so bad about Tanimoto but so good in this situation. Go to him!

* Tanimoto is actually really emotionally intelligent. I adore this scene between her and Seigi. Seigi really just needed to talk through his feelings, huh?

* So Seigi can admit to Saul that he loves Richard, but can’t admit to himself that it’s in a romantic way. I agree that the lines between friendship and romance can get blurry—I’ve experienced it myself—but everything Seigi is saying about his feelings since Richard left him are so romance coded. Like, clearly Tsujimura wants us to think Seigi is in love with him.

* Please please can Seigi call Richard an idiot to his face? I need to see his expression.

“The Secret of Alexandrite”

* I don’t trust anyone who uses the word “brouhaha” unironically… Or who talks and talks and talks without letting the other person say more than a single sentence. Or calls England the land of Harry Potter. 🤮

* Richard’s father is an entomologist. 🙂 Let’s go bugs! 🙂

* I’m pretty surprised that Seigi explains his Richard kissing dream so plainly to Jeffrey.

* “Was even death not enough to quell the fury of the xenophobic seventh Earl of Claremont?” (103). Oh Seigi, my sweet naïve child. Nobody is as xenophobic as the British aristocracy. “‘It’s an iron-clad wall of bigotry’” (106). HA.

* “It didn’t seem to have occurred to him that the four years Richard had spent ‘running away’ was really just ‘moving’ and ‘having a career’” (115). Idk why I find this so funny. It’s not even sarcastic—it’s just facts.

* Frankly, fuck you, Jeffrey. It’s been a while since I watched the anime, but I remember Jeffrey being a lot more goofy and sympathetic than this. Either they toned him down for the show or I had severe fandom brain. (Okay, I forgot he was just trying to protect Henry, but he’s still an ass!)

* “He was looking at me with an expression of pure joy. It was the same look you’d give a beloved pet when you’re thinking, ‘Man, what a stupid little guy you are’” (130). Lol I have made this face many times at my dog. Love her so much!

“Follow the Lapis Lazuli”

* Richard leaving secret notes and showing up at the museum in drag is so iconic. What a drama queen.

* Me whenever Richard calls Seigi “my knight in shining armor”: 😳😳😳

* Nurse!Richard unlocked

* Richard hugging Seigi and squeezing him till it hurts 🥲

* “Richard enunciated the two-word idiom with the precision of a vocabulary exercise. I don’t think I’d ever heard someone say ‘Eat shit,’ with such clear and perfect intonation. He put his whole body into that one” (161). Richard, I love you so much for this. The way this paragraph was translated too, is just so hilarious.

* Wow, I’m getting really emotional about Richard taking care of Seigi like this. Please can somebody do this for me?

* Richard’s violent responses to boys confessing their romantic attraction to him is interesting. Although Richard never directly says that he’s bi, he doesn’t shut down the idea that he could be attracted to a man. But I feel like that conclusion has come after a lot of struggle with internalized homophobia. The British aristocracy is not known for being accepting of queerness, and since we know what a racist shit bag Richard’s great-grandfather was, I doubt his family had a history of accepting other forms of difference. Richard says he’s struggled with the boundaries of friendship. Maybe because he did feel romantic attraction to those friends. But he ended up lashing out once the other boy would acknowledge the romantic nature of his actions, because he couldn’t accept that he was also attracted to these boys. That would be wrong. I think it’s only once he distanced himself from his family that Richard was able to analyze his feelings with a more open minded perspective.

“The Gospel of White Sapphire”

* Even though I know Seigi has a plan, it’s still very unsettling to see him going along with Jeffrey so convincingly. And poor Richard is so confused and betrayed. 😞

* Instead of Seigi’s whole life flashing before his eyes as he prepares to destroy the diamond, it’s just the moments he felt closest to Richard. 🥲

* Okay Seigi wtf? After all this time and everything he’s done for you? Why can you not see that Richard cares about you very much? How the fuck could you possibly think that he could just move on after you got thrown in prison for saving him from the stupid will? Freaking delusional! And giving him the pudding recipe?! I need to shake this man like a rag doll.

* Richard. You cannot say things like “When you threw that stone, it rekindled my love for you,” and then be like “haha just kidding.” No.

* “When Richard finished, he gently raised his right hand and placed it on my cheek. The same hand he so carefully handled gemstones with. It was soft, and cold, and tender” (227). I got fucking chills!

* Pages 224-229. 🥹🥹🥹 Tsujimura’s writing is so beautiful here. They crafted this intimate moment so well.

* This situation where Richard and Seigi both did incomprehensible things in order to protect the other is giving me serious Good Omens vibes. At least Richard and Seigi are a hell of a lot better at communicating than Aziraphale and Crowley!

* Seigi making Richard pudding to cheer him up right after the conversation in which Richard told him not to over exert himself trying to be useful and make others happy. But Seigi himself said that when Richard is happy, Seigi is happy. So I guess there truly aren’t anything lengths Seigi wouldn’t go to to ensure Richard’s happiness. I mean, he was prepared to take on £300 million in debt and go to prison if it meant Richard could be happy with someone else. So…

* It’s good to know that Seigi doesn’t call his mom “Hiromi” because of some falling out they had. They don’t seem particularly close now, but at least they’re on good terms.

* “We talked about the things that scared us—for me, it was my family members’ tears, and for Richard, it was the mirror” (253). Heart crushed at my feet omg Richard 😢

* They literally exchanged rings and are being so sweet I’m dhdjdjdk

* “I shut my mouth and straightened up, and Richard touched my cheek with his hand. At least, I think it was his hand. It was probably his hand. His blond hair tickled my ear and then pulled away again” (262). HAHAHAHHAAAAAA

* For real though, Seigi works so well as an unreliable narrator because he’s not purposedfully misleading the reader. He genuinely is so self-deluded about his relationship with Richard.

* “Honestly, I was pretty sure that what touched my cheek earlier wasn’t his hand. But I decided to pretend that it was. I didn’t think my heart could take the alternative” (263). OH GOD.

* Richard saying “Oh, you sweet summer child,” to Seigi is too good. I’ve said that about Seigi my head so many times.

* After Richard teases Seigi that he and Tanimoto might become a couple if Seigi introduced them: “Richard cocked his head to the side. His seductive gaze was dripping with allure. I never knew he was such a ladykiller” (268). SEIGI. Just who is Richard staring at with that seductive gaze? Certainly not any ladies! 🙄

* Seigi’s subconscious truly knows more than he does. Every time he says something that expresses his true feelings about Richard, or acknowledges Richard’s feelings for him, he suddenly starts thinking about Tanimoto. Hmmm interesting. Seigi knows that he and Richard love each other, but his brain can’t put a label on what kind of love that is. It’s much easier to think about Tanimoto, who Seigi does understand his feelings for.

* God, that chapter was an absolute whirlwind. I can’t believe almost all of that happened in a single day. What a ride!

“The Bicolor Tourmaline Tease”

* First of all, this title is incredible

* Wow, Tsujimura didn’t keep us waiting at all for Richard’s return lol

* This whole volume I thought the stone on the cover was supposed to represent Jeffrey’s color-shifting alexandrite lapel pin, but apparently it’s this metaphor-rich tourmaline!

* Seigi is not into this roleplay lol

* Seigi dishes out compliments and sentimental shit to Richard all the time but he absolutely cannot take them in return. 😂

* This is really too much Richard, omg

* “‘While I can’t understand it myself, you seem to enjoy lavishing me with praise. Consequently, I do not mind you doing so. In much the same way, I would like to indulge in the sweets I love to the greatest extent my health might permit, I implore you to praise me unabashedly to your heart’s content. But in return, I eagerly await the day that praising you will bring me such joy, Seigi’” (288). I’m going fucking feral over this.

* “‘Now, what we’re you talking about, Richard? You had the audacity to call me, the man to whom you owe your life, to Japan, asking me to step in to take care of the Ginza shop ‘indefinitely,’ and what’s the first thing you do when you come back? Flirt with the part-timer?’” (291). GSJDKDK SAUL I LOVE YOU

* DID SAUL AND SEIGI PLAN THIS?? WTF

* I can’t tell if that story took years off my life due to stress, or extended my life due to sheer joy. That was pure chaos and I loved every second of it.

“Overcast Iolite”

* A nice quiet story in which Richard tries to encourage Seigi in his own way. And of course, an interesting history lesson.

“Moonstone’s Affection”

* It makes me very happy that Seigi and Richard have dinner together on Saturdays now.

* NOT “THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T IT?” 👀👀👀 And Richard brought up Natsume Souseki so he knows.

* Oh god, Richard said it too. Honey…

* WAIT SEIGI KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS

* I don’t think I can handle this new era of Seigi complimenting Richard so freely.

This volume was beautiful but such a fucking whirlwind! Can’t wait to start #5 tomorrow!

#the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #tsujimura nanako #nakata seigi #richard ranasinghe de vulpian

[needy-breeding]

Thinking about how easy it would be for a couple of guys to pull me off the hiking trail I was exploring and lead me away from the main trail further into the forest; they stop just far enough away to where we wouldn’t be spotted immediately unless people were truly looking. One grabs me and holds me tightly with a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming while the second one pulls rope out of his backpack. They tie me between two nearby trees, one arm tied to each tree so that I can’t defend myself and put tape over my mouth, laughing as I try and fail to pull away.

The guy behind me presses against me and I can feel how hard he is as I try to ignore the feeling that shoots through me when he grabs my hips. The second guy stands in front of me, pulling my tank top down and exposing my breasts before roughly grabbing and fondling them. The first guy’s hand then slides down the front of my shorts with ease, quickly finding my clit and playing with it. I try not to make any noise but it gets more difficult and they tease me more when I can’t hold back a moan, calling me a little slut and asking me if I’m enjoying it. The guy in front of me starts kissing up and down my neck before moving down to my breasts. The guy behind me is now grinding his hard cock against me, his fingers circling faster and causing me to moan again. I try to not grind into his fingers but fail and he laughs at me, calling me desperate and asking if I need to be fucked.

He pushes me so close to the edge before quickly stopping and they both laugh at my noise of protest. I feel my shorts being unbuttoned and pulled down as my legs are kicked apart slightly and there’s suddenly something hard and thick pressing at the entrance of my pussy. There’s a hand on my back pressing down and the head of the first guy’s cock pushes inside me. He continues until he’s fully bottomed out, rutting a few times and then pulling nearly all the way out and slamming it back in. His hand moves up to grip my hair and the other guy is now standing a few feet in front of me, his hand around his cock as he watches the first guy fuck me.

They’re both moaning and calling me a slut, asking me how it feels to be fucked where people could see how much of a whore I am. The hand in my hair tightens and my head is pulled back as the guy fucks me faster, growling that he’s going to fill me up. I’m watching the other guy jerk off at the same pace as I’m being fucked and I can’t help but moan again, shame washing over me as I realize just how good it felt to be fucked and not caring that someone could see. His thrust become more frantic and less controlled after a while, and then the fucking stops as he thrusts as deep as possible. I can feel his cock throbbing as he cums deep into my pussy, pumping a few more times before pulling out entirely. He slaps my pussy a couple of times, causing me to jump with a muffled yelp as the second guy quickly moves to take his place, shoving his cock into my pussy with no hesitation. His cock fills me and he grabs my hips tightly, pulling me back against his cock as he thrusts forward in his effort to get as deep as possible.

The first guy is now standing in front of me, his fingers back on my clit and gently rubbing while quietly saying how slutty it is for me to have let two random strangers fuck and breed me so easily, and how I was practically begging for it by not putting up a fight. I can’t hold back my moans as the hands on my hips squeeze tightly and the guy behind me fucks me harder. The first guy applies more pressure to my clit as he circles faster, bringing me closer to an orgasm again. He grabs my neck and squeezes while groaning and watching the other guy fuck me hard. I get closer and closer until the feeling of the second guy’s cock pressing against my cervix as he cums hard pushes me over the edge and I nearly scream into the tape, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my legs shaking. His fingers keeps circling and I can feel the second guy rutting into me, pushing the cum as deep as possible and making sure I take all of it.

He pulls out and I’m shaking as they both step back, grabbing their things. I start to panic and they laugh when I try to pull at the ropes again, saying there’s no way I’m getting out of them without help and that they want to finish their hike. They say they’ll come back when they’re done to fuck and breed me again, and that they’re leaving me there for other random strangers since I enjoyed the first two so much. I panic more and start to cry as they walk away, leaving me tied between two trees with my shirt pulled down and my shorts at my knees, completely exposed and vulnerable to anyone who would come across me. And it wouldn’t take long for another random stranger to take the opportunity for a mid-hike fucking.