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nickfurysrighteye · 6 months

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Practise?

chase davenport x reader

summary: the school's gonna do a play and it's gonna be Romeo and Juliet. Chase was supposed to help with the behind the scenes but instead he gets to play Romeo, and you, Juliet, offer him some help with his lines..

cw: sfw, kissing, that's it i think

a/n: this is my first time writing for this fandom and also my first time making my writing public so please be kind :') ...i haven't written any type of fanfic in a veeeery long time. this is just for fun!!!

"Seriously?! I can't believe it!"

Janelle yells storming into the gym. Everybody stops what they're doing to look at her puzzled. This year Mission Creek High decided to organize a play and upon a great request it was decided to stage 'Romeo and Juliet'. Janelle volunteered to direct the entire planning of it.

"Our Romeo decided it was a great time to break his arm, therefore we don't have a Romeo anymore!" she says walking towards Leo, who's busy painting the fake wooden balcony. Leo decided to take part in the production only to have an excuse to be with Janelle, and doing so he dragged Chase along, just to have some company.

A few people gather around to see what was going on, you take your eyes off the script you were revising to look at your classmates on the opposite site of the room.

"So? What's the big deal?" says Leo "The understudy can take his place."

"The big deal is we don't have an understudy! We barely have enough people working on this play, do you really think we have extras?" Janelle is furious.

"Why don't we pick somebody from the crew?" you barge into the conversation, feeling the eyes of everyone onto you "I mean, it's not like we have time to redo auditions.."

Everybody is silent, eyes going left and right scanning the room for someone brave enough to take on one of the leading roles. You look behind Leo's shoulder "I bet Chase could do it."

Chase was surprised and slightly confused by your statement "Me? But I'm not an actor." he says, struggling to speak loud enough to be heard.

"Neither am I, and neither is everyone else..this is a high school play not Broadway, no of us are actors." you shrug while looking over to the brown haired boy.

Janelle looks over to him "Chase, do you think you could do it? You'd be a life saver, honestly." you could hear the tension in her voice from all the stress the planning brought her.

"I-i mean, sure I could give it a try" Chase tried so hard to sound confident in his choice but you could hear the slight tremor in his tone.

"Perfect, problem solved!" Janelle said.

Once everyone got back to work you get closer to Chase, "If you want we can practise the lines together, I could also give you some tips."

"Sure, I'd love that." Chase says with a sweet, soft smile. "Cool, you can stop by at my house today if that's ok." you smile back

"Yeah, sure, I'll see you later."

After school, the two brothers head to the lab and Chase is panicking, regretting the choice he made earlier that day. "Why would I agree to do something like this?! Why didn't you stop me Leo?! This is going to be a disaster! The play's gonna suck!" he spits out the words so quickly he can barely keep up with his thoughts.

"Chase chill out! You'll be fine, like Y/n said no one here's an actor, you're all gonna suck" Leo's already tired of his complaining.

Chase's worry isn't only his acting, but the fact he's gonna be the lead in a romantic play with you as his love interest. He's also terrified by the idea of having to kiss you multiple times on stage, in front of a ton of people. This is stressing him out way more than anticipated.

He already knew who you were long before taking part in this project. He saw you walk around the halls, he saw you sitting a couple of desks in front of him in some classes you have together. He always thought about you as the pretty girl he would only talk to in his imagination. Nobody could have predicted the two of you acting as lovers in a school play. Certainly not Chase.

With his heart beating out of his chest, Chase knocks on your front door. You open the door and invite him in. "We can go upstairs in my room" you say, guiding him upstairs.

You go through the script together, focusing on the more difficult parts to memorize. You're suprised Chase could memorize all these lines so quickly, and he's getting better at getting into character.

He says every line with the right feeling, you two work in harmony, it's like you're no longer acting as the characters but are living the story as yourselves.

"You're quite talented you know that Chase?" you smile

"Thanks, I'm actually a bit nervous if I'm being honest." he chuckes while lowering his eyes, looking at his fingers fidgeting with the corner of the script's page.

"How come? You're doing great." you tilt you're head slightly. You sit on your bed, taking a small break.

He shrugs, sitting down beside you "I don't know, I just am" he mumbles.

You stare at him with a soft gaze, you study his expression, you're lightly mesmerized by the way the light beam from the setting sun is hitting his face, shining through your window. His eyes now being a warmer hazel tone.

He can hear the beat of his heart in his ears "Actually, I'm scared 'cause --" he stops "I'm worried about our kiss."

"Our kiss?"

"Yeah, it scares me a little having to kiss in front of an audience."

"It's gonna be a quick kiss don't worry about it."

"I know, it's just that --" he looks down again "I've never done it before."

"You've never kissed anyone?" you say, the slight surprise in your voice makes him feel even worse now.

"It's fine Chase, I get it. There's no need to be ashamed of it." you try to reassure him. "Wanna practise?"

"The kiss?" he looks at you.

"Yeah, I mean, we probably should anyway since it's part of the play." you say, standing up and placing yourself in front of him like you would be on stage.

"Yeah, ok, that's..a good idea" he stands up as well. Chase tries to hide his uncertainty.

"You sure about this?" you ask, you don't want to pressure him.

"A hundred percent" he's anxious, he's rubbing subtly his hands on his jeans because they're starting to sweat, his knees get weaker and he hopes they'll be strong enough to support him.

"Ok now, just follow my lead." you take his hand, leaning nearer. Your other hand cupping his cheek, your lips are now inches apart. Your touch feels warm on his skin, making him breathe faster.

"Close your eyes." as he does so, your place your lips onto his gently, and start to slowly and softly kiss him.

A warm feeling of joy starts to bubble up in his chest as he copies your movements and picks up the pace. The kiss gets more intense, more impatient as he tastes your lips. You get closer and your hand that was on his cheek is now on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers with his hair. His hands start to move, although he's still unsure of what to do.

You stop for a brief moment. "It's ok if you wanna touch me, y'know." Chase laughs a little, he then places his hands on your sides, sliding them down to your waste. He grabs a little harder and pull you into another kiss, this time greedier, messier.

He didn't think it would feel this good kissing you, his heart is racing so fast you could probably hear it. Your lips are exploring eachother, you're both enjoying this much more than you should be. After a few moments Chase decides to wet your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, you part your lips a bit and he slips part of his tongue in. The feeling of your tongues tasting eachother sends shivers down your spine, you feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"You taste amazing" he blurs out the moment he stops to catch his breath, then he pulls you again into another kiss. His words make you melt.

Chase has lost track of time. Actually he has lost track of anything, he can only feel you. Your lips, your tongue, your taste, the sweet smell of your perfume and the warmth of your body standing so close to his. A few moments pass and you pull away to catch your breath, your faces still close to eachother.

"Was i good?" his question makes you chuckle.

"Yeah, you were. You know the kiss isn't supposed to last this long though, right?"

"Sorry i got a bit carried away." Chase laughs a little. You smile softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're gonna have problems on stage, Chase"

"Although we should probably get back to revising the lines"

"We should, but after we're done we should go back to the kissing part, just to be sure"

#lab rats #chase davenport #chase davenport concepts #chase davenport x reader #labrats #lab rats chase

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theanonymousninja247 · 2 months

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Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety

*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!

As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.

Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.

This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.

WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”

Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.

Now I know you’re asking yourself, ��Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”

*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*

My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*

(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)

•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?

•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared

• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about

•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen

•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector

•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?

•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer

•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.

•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled

•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you

•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.

•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!

•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.

•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.

•Raph’ll protect ya

•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together

•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.

•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.

•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.

•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source

•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.

•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.

•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine

•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.

•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you

•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all

•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.

•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.

•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.

•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.

•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.

•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.

•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.

•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.

•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”

Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️

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bunny-underground · 12 days

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How I'd rate BTD characters as customers

(Coming from a bartender with social anxiety)

Strade 9/10

He would be the best type of customer and I hate it- He can hold a conversation without talking at you, He's not going to be high-maintenance or complain. Plus he's ordering a lager off tap which is the easiest thing to pour and carry. Would definitely just be an easy person to deal with (Unless he takes an interest in me then I'm fucked.)

Young Ren 8/10

The same vein as Strade but with added awkwardness, he's pretty easy to talk to but there are a few awkward silences. He probably wants a spirit with a mixer but just says something generic like "Rum and coke" Which leads to me having to ask him what rum and it stresses both of us out. "Just whatever." I don't drink rum, Please don't make me make that call. If he wears some kind of anime or game merch it would help get a conversation going though...

Lawrence 5/10

This man is on the same awkward levels as me and he needs to not- Wants to be left alone which is great but he then proceeds to stare at me over the bar which makes me think he wants something but when he doesn't ask it causes me to pull my usual (Hiding under the bar and clinking bottles together so it sounds like I'm doing something). That or I'm hiding in the cellar for a bit. I will give him points because I can't see him being a hardcore Karen.

Celia 2/10

I'm sorry girlie but you would 100% complain and critique my service to my face. Snaps her fingers to get my atention when im walking past. Would also get angry that I don't know my wines or whisky off by heart and then can't recommend anything ;-; She is also definitely making passive-aggressive comments about me in general if she doesn't feel the service was good enough. She would make me cry during a shift. Girl please I'm trying.

Derek 1/10

Is the type of person to tell you why he's not tipping. Shouts at wait staff and whistles at them as well. Keeps returning the first drink claiming it's wrong or not what he ordered He did in fact order that first drink he's just being difficult. Would act like you were a friend if he was trying to show off to someone which I would awkwardly have to go along with it because "Customer is always right" Would also make me cry during a shift.

Mason 10/10

MY LOVE- He just wants to be left alone and honestly, I respect that. No small talk no awkward staring. He probably doesn't even use words. If I come over to see if he wants a refill he'll either nod or wave me off and I appreciate that and the lack of actual conversation. King behaviour.

Old man Ren 3/10

Celia take two I'm sorry. Only thing is he doesn't openly complain he just has a look that's enough to make me wish the ground would open up and swallow me. Would also make me cry during a shift. But he's also the type to look unimpressed and annoyed at the service but tip anyway and give me whiplash. Doesn't snap his fingers at me, he has some vague respect for service staff but would still terrify me regardless

#boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #tpof #btd 2 #ren hana #the price of flesh #tpof ren #tpof fox #btd strade #tpof derek #tpof mason #tpof memes #btd headcanons #tpof celia

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Tensions

Pairing: Oliver Wood + gn!reader

Summary: the quidditch House cup final is close and tensions are high. To some more than others, so you help.

Warnings: growing up? Worrying. Thats it I believe

Requests are open!

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

"You better get up right now or I will smack you!"

"Fine. Fine. I'm going." I say, sitting up groggily as I rub my sleepy eyes. My roommates are glaring at me, and I huff as I look at the clock noticing how it's past midnight. The shouting continues and my roommate looks and me and goed, " Get up now."

I groan as I pull off the warm sheets from my bare legs and wear by fuzzy slippers. I grab a coat and wrap it around my body as tightly as I can. I can't deal with this today is the only thing I can think of as I hear the shouting begin to get accompanied with knocks or should I say slams.

I'm in the common room and I glare at him as hard as I can. He smiles sheepishly and grabs my hand. He's wearing his quidditch uniform, why is he always wearing his quidditch uniform?

"Oliver, no! It's past curfew and I want to sleep." I huff as he starts leading me to the common room door. He grins and opens the portrait. He looks at the fat lady and says, "Don't worry. No one will know, and the fat lady won't tell. Will you?"

"Of course not, Wood, as long as you bring the house cup this year!" The fat lady says with a smile as she looks at him. He gives her a weary smile then continues to walk. They hadn't won the cup since Charlie was captain, and this year they're the closest they've been since.

I would wonder where I'm being taken but knowing my best friend long enough I already know. Its even colder outside the castle. The stands are higher up in the air and it feels like I'm getting closer to the north pole. I shiver and I say, "don't you think we spend enough time here without coming after hours."

The quidditch pitch, the place where I'm certain Oliver spends more time in than classes practicing and I stay there watching him practice with a good book in my hands, only every once in a while giving him a thumbs up in encouragement. I don't really understand the game.

We reach the gryffindor stands and we sit in the middle, the best place to be if there was a match going on, but there wasn't. He sits down beside me and he would normally be going on about quidditch tactics and I would nod along like I understand anything that's going on when I don't. Today wasn't a normal day though.

"What's wrong?" I say, worried. I place ny hand on his shoulder. I feel like we worry about too many things this year, sirius black has escaped, our newts, the cup, graduating and jobs, it was all so new and scary. I was terrified and even more terrified that I would leave hogwarts without telling Oliver how I feel.

I have no doubt that he will go on to be in a big quidditch team, but how was I supposed to keep being best friends with a guy that was away all the time.

"Tomorrow's the match." Oliver says, and I can see him frown. Ah, yes. The match, the biggest match of his life, the big kahuna, the house cup final. He's been thinking about the day he won the final as captain ever since he was old enough to think about quidditch and by knowing Oliver, probably 2 years old.

Everyone has been building this big weight on his shoulders this year, even professor Mcgonagall, and even though I know they have good intentions, I think it's finally got to him.

"You're going to do great because no one's worked harder than you have. No team has had more 5 am practices than you, so I have faith that you're going to do amazing." I try to reassure him

"What happens if I get knocked out? There'll be scouts there!" Oliver panics, and I turn him to face me. I say, " I know that you want to be in puddlemore united, but if the scouts tomorrow can't notice how great you are at quidditch then I'm sure another team, just as great, will, so don't stress about it, and go get some sleep, you can't play, if you can't keep your eyes open."

I finish my speech with a large exhale and Oliver is finally grinning again. I feel the butterflies in my stomach erupt, and I grin back at him. I hold his hand and I stand up while tugging him with me. I say, "Come on."

He stands up and tugs me instead. I'm close to his chest, and he grabs my other hand. He looks at our intertwined hands and then looks back at me to say, "thank you."

"I'm only saying the truth Oliver, you're a great player." I say with a smile, encouraging him, though he could be a shit player and I wouldn't know really.

"It wouldn't hurt to be extra safe..." He trails off as he looks down at my lips and I start to panic instead of him this time. Was this finally it? I feel adrenaline course through my veins in anticipation and my stomach does cartwheels.

He presses his soft hips to mine, I let him. I press my lips harder against him, and sigh, happily. He squeezes my hands, and I feel him grin against my lips. He drops one of my hands to cup my face and pull me closer.

We part when I can't deny my body of oxygen anymore and I smile. The blush on my face is evident and I can't help but feel a slight embarrassment. I ask, "what was that?"

"A good luck kiss, and if you don't mind, I think I'm going to be having a lot more of them." Oliver smiles and wraps his arms around my waist. I, in turn, wrap my hands around his neck and I can't help but beam, "No, I wouldn't mind at all."

He kisses me again.

An: I think I'm starting to like writing small one shots, what do we think about that? I think that they're cute and small which makes me able to write them faster and hence post more. Also, I Imagines the GIF, that's up before the cut as the way oliver looks at reader's lips before kissing them.

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pookacangetit · 2 years

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Disney Song! Yuu [Disney Songs Edition: Sleeping Beauty]

Some things are better left unsaid, or rather, unsung. Yuu might be the only person in this strange world who can sing the lost songs without reprecussions, but it doesn't mean others can't sing it.

They're just more ready to brave the storm with the right amount of courage.

MASTERLIST

As Night Raven College and its inhabitants laid asleep and dreaming, a shadow lurked towards the Ramshackle Dorm. The dark skies of this particular night hid their presence as they approached the dorm, carefully navigating across Yuu's prized garden patch before they snuck in through an open window.

As for where that open window lead to, it was none other than the Ramshackle prefect's own bedroom much to the intruder's delight.

Carefully, they glided across the room without a sound in their steps. They stood on the corner of the bed, avoiding the areas where the moonlight touched, which included the sleeping figures of Yuu and Grim as the two slept, unknowing of the extra presence in the room.

Bright eyes glowed from its position in the shadows, an unreadable gleam in its gaze as they focused on the prefect's sleeping face.

Gone was the stress lines on their forehead whenever Yuu had to fix someone else's problem; gone was the despair that quickly hid itself when Crowley brought no news of their return home; gone was the brilliant smile they aimed at everyone who can bask in their presence in the day unlike they who could only move at night.

Stripped bare of all pretenses was an appearance of utter peace and serenity, a look that the nightly visitor had grown an appreciation to the more they visited each night.

The silence of the night broke as a baritone voice swallowed the room, sounding hesitant yet fearless as the singer's emotions bled through every word.

Sleeping beauty fair~

Gold of sunshine in your hair~

Lips that shame the red, red rose~

Dreaming of true love in slumber repose~

Love was truly a terrifying thing, Malleus mused, as ghostly voices echoed his words like gentle waves. His heart threatened to lodged itself in his throat, whether it was due the consequences of singing one of the lost lyrics or his emotions threatening to burn his existence to the ground remains unseen.

One day, I will come~

Riding out of the dawn~

And you'll awaken to love's first kiss~

Till then, Sleeping Beauty, sleep on~

Those who get to witness Yuu in the day were fortunate, but for him who met this strange child of man in the safety of the night? It was a blessing.

The fae felt his teeth ache as he stared at the prefect, wondering if the prefect knew how deep and ravenous Malleus' feelings towards them had become.

Would they run away? Would they smile and accept him like they did to those Overblots? No matter the results, as long as Malleus continued to remain beside his child of man, he would ensure his human would want nothing else but whatever Malleus provides.

Maybe it would be better for you to sleep for an eternity, my child of man. Humans have such short lifespans after all.

His audience: a pair of sleeping figures, the giggling fairies who remained invisible to the naked eye, and the voices who threatened to consume his soul the longer he sang, remained clueless to the dark thoughts of the fae prince.

One day, you'll awaken to love's first kiss~

Till then, Sleeping Beauty, sleep on~

One day, he silently promised to himself as he drank in Yuu's appearance like a dying man in an oasis, one day he'll be brave enough to sing this to the Ramshackle prefect head-on.

Lilia: ... when I said court the prefect, I didn't mean breaking into their room to stare at them until dawn

Malleus: I don't stare at them

Lilia: Oh thank the seven-

Malleus: I sing to them

Lilia: ... what

#twst #disney song yuu #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst malleus #twst yuu

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atopvisenyashill · 1 month

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What if Corlys had married Dallas?

NOW WE’RE COOKING

FIRST THE DAELLA/CORLYS MARRIAGE

I think Corlys is a smart man who can read what other people need from him well. Which is a nice way of saying that I think he would take the kind of approach to her that Daemon takes to Rhaenyra in HOTD but without that level of psychosexual obsession - he wants her to open up, ~be herself~ and be free, but of course, the definition of be free includes a freedom that would benefit him in some way.

If Corlys marries Daella, it's because Jaehaerys or Alysanne suggested him as a potential match and Daella picked him out. I don't know that Corlys would be particularly gung ho about it initially the way he is with Rhaenys - after all, Rhaenys was a dragon rider and heir presumptive while Daella is not only wayyy down the line of succession, she's "simple" aka likely autistic or developmentally disabled in some way which means she's going to need care taking in a way Rhaenys doesn't. I do think that may lead to some sort of resentment especially during times of great political stress.

BUT. I think there's a non zero chance he encourages her to get close to/claim a dragon - even if its one she doesn't regularly ride - and that might give her some confidence. I mean, just because someone has a disability doesn't mean that with the right environment, they can't be capable of a whole lot! And for Daella, you have that concept that is talked about in that viral video going around with the girl with down's - if you assume she can't, then she won't, and Jaehaerys and Alysanne have assumed Daella can't for a long time, so she doesn't. But if Corlys believes she can - well, maybe she will! The biggest thing here is Corlys has to be careful about her pregnancies. I think he would wait to get her pregnant largely because Alysanne is clearly feeling Some Type Of Way about Daella marrying, but even if he doesn't, the thing about Corlys is he's a Nice Guy. Yeah he'll cheat on his wife, yeah he'll marry a 16 year old but he doesn't physically or emotionally abuse them (...besides the grooming). If Daella is six months pregnant and tells him she's terrified and wants her mother, I think Corlys would just write to Alysanne and ask her to visit (assuming he even left the capital, and I don't think he would anyway) instead of berate Daella or call on his relatives to berate her. I think she's likely to get better care with Corlys looking over her because he needs an heir and wants dragon riding Velaryons and he can't get that if she dies.

Not only that, but Corlys wants to be involved in politics - and I think it's noteworthy that neither Rodrik nor his heir seemed particularly welcome at King's Landing after this incident and it took Daemon making a mess of his marriage with Rhea for the Iron Throne to go "alright let's call it even" before the Arryns really come back onto the political scene. Corlys is not stupid enough to risk something like that which means even IF Daella dies - and I'm not confident in saying she would. I know she's young but 16 year olds do often live through birth, the issue is the baby not living because it's a preemie, and again, proper care and cleanliness fixes a lot of the issues associated with birth - you can guarantee her death is going to be when she's a few years older, like Alyssa, and therefore not something Alysanne can directly attribute to him.

It does ripple out to mean the First Quarrel might not last as long but the trauma of losing Alyssa and Viserra as well as the constant comments about Saera being a whore is more than enough to piss Alysanne off, and once Rhaenys is cut out, Alysanne is definitely leaving Jae's ass again.

THE RHAENYS MARRIAGE

So who does Rhaenys marry in this scenario, if not Corlys? Well.......oof.

For one thing, even with Aemma out of the picture, it doesn't guarantee Viserys/Rhaenys because, well, Corlys may still have a daughter he can marry back into the royal family! If Corlys has a son with Daella, he probably tries to marry him to Rhaenys, and if he has a daughter, he goes for Viserys. Yes, that's right, I do think it's not unlikely Rhaenys marries Corlys' son lmaooooo. If he doesn't have a son, Rhaenys (and Alysanne, and probably Jocelyn, maybe Aemon as well) will still want her to make a big, important match that will help with her claim. So if Corlys doesn't have a son, and Viserys isn't available, she might go for her cousin Borros. Corlys does also have Vaemond and the Velaryon cousins - Daemion, Daeron, a bunch of others - that could also be helpful here (though not nearly as much because they're cousins and not the main line). Without a clear match - if Borros or Viserys doesn't work out, or Corlys doesn't have a son - I think Alysanne might look to the North. The Manderly match fell through and we know the Manderlys were real shitty about that, and that there's a plethora of Starks and Manderlys hopping around right now. Or maybe Alysanne decides she doesn't need to win the North for Rhaenys (she already has the North for Rhaenys, they sided with Rhaenys in the original) so maybe she tries for a match to support her - like a Tyrell or Hightower. Wouldn't it be hysterical if she married like, Otto?

Anyways so I think the marriages for Rhaenys are probably

Corlys' Son (hahahahahaha)

Borros

Viserys

A Manderly

Otto Hightower (hahahahahahahahaha)

A Stark

A Velaryon Cousin

Literally anyone else

A Celitgar

#asks #rhaenys velaryon #corlys velaryon #daella arryn #anons #interesting scenario #daella targaryen

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blametheeditor · 1 year

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David needs to finally follow up on his threat on using a tiny as a stress ball >:( more tiny needs to suffer.

You are correct, Anon. We must correct this!

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating others as lesser than. Mentions of getting crushed. Mentions of death.

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"Never let David get his hands on you."

"Dumbass, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Fritz only had one second to realize what those words meant for him. And when it did, it was already too late.

Overwhelming warmth envelopes him as fingers longer than he is tall curls into view. But any attempt to run and try to escape only landed him effectively trapped in a palm that closed immediately.

The redhead only two inches tall yelped as gravity sent him tumbling into a digit that nudges him. Instead of retaliating, he only curls into a ball. Feels catastrophic footsteps shake him to his core as he's carried far away from his supplies. Specifically his bag and hook.

To be honest, Fritz is genuinely worried to be in the literal hands of a giant. But not for the reasons he used to have.

Being a borrower isn't all fun and games. To say the world is against you is an understatement when a single mistake can get you killed. That can be repelling down a cliff-like surface with a hook not correctly anchored, to not collecting enough food for the week, to not keeping a close enough eye on a human's schedule.

The last one means a being capable of pinning him with a single finger grabbing him. Which leads to one of two things: getting killed, or being kept as an exotic pet.

"Mr. Harrison!"

The response he gets is the hand carefully opening up so there's only enough room to change position.

He should've seen the fist tightening again right as he peers out of the nearly impossibly small space between the thumb and first finger, yet he fell for the trap perfectly.

Fritz freezes as hard hazel eyes are all he can see, not daring to move until they roll and the towering human leans back, giving the significantly smaller room to breathe, as well as a better view of where they are.

They sit in the business man's office, the standard suit that's always worn as crisp and clean as ever. It makes the human more intimidating that necessary, as well as radiating 'no-nonsense' considering this office isn't the one at the restaurant David owns. He's dressed as if he’ll be attending a meeting despite being home all day.

"Would you like to explain why you were raiding the pantry?"

"...no."

"Is that because we agreed to let me know what's needed and someone is going behind Scott's back to get a certain candy we all agree gets you so hyper not even I can keep you contained?"

Fritz slumps when it becomes clear the gig is up. "I haven't had any sweets in a month!"

"And I haven't had a stress ball in a month," David smirks, the look turning into a sneer as the borrower tenses up. "This is what you get for breaking the rules."

The question on if he'll at least be allowed to have the forbidden chocolate is cut off as the hand squeezes, the wind forced out of his lungs despite knowing David is being as gentle as possible.

This is why the rule of not letting David get his hand on them is still in place, Fritz unable to help a panicked gasp when the hand opens in order to pinch him in between two fingers. One look at the human, and David's no longer paying attention to the borrower in hand, concentrating on the reports being highlighted.

It's only been a few months since the rule has made him apprehensive rather than terrified.

David was the worst kind of human to come across. He treated fellow humans like they were beneath him. Not to mention his superior complex that can be seen from a mile away. That no one deserved to so much as be acknowledged by him, but his name should be well known and respected.

If he acted that way toward those who can't be crushed under a shoe, then what about those who can? Not taking into account the fact they steal, no matter how insignificant it is.

Of course, there's always accidents.

Well, Fritz wants to say it was. Scott says it was him being a complete idiot, which is definitely describing the fact the redhead thought it'd be a great idea to pick helping the human with his 'animatronic problem' as a good repayment for borrowing.

Usually they help with pest control, keeping the walls clear of rodents and bugs alike. Fazbear Entertainment Center didn't have all the normal problems borrowers could help with. And Scott was correct on not wanting to find lost trinkets due to how observant David is.

They were set to leave within a month once a more permanent home was located. Fritz still felt wrong about not helping the human even if it was for only a short period.

He didn't tell Scott about befriending Orville, Happy, or Mr. Hippo. And even if he did, he wouldn't have told the man he was best friends with Lefty.

He should've, and even though the teenager might be a little reckless, he should've told the animatronics he lived with a group of borrowers. He didn't due to not wanting them to try and find his family.

It would've saved him from being taken to David of all people when Fritz very stupidly decided to try and tip a jar of chocolate chips barely full. Didn't give himself enough space to safely get the job done. Didn't have backup so when his grip slipped and he tumbled backwards, his head slammed right into another glass container, no one there to get him out of sight before anyone saw.

Understandably, the animatronics were concerned of the borrower lying unconscious on the counter in plain view of any human that would come in for the morning shift. They might be incredibly advanced, but an animatronic is still a robot made of hard metal and capable of hurting a human effortlessly.

Fritz woke up to Scott brushing his hair as he laid in the man's lap, a pounding headache that only got worse when he heard the sound of someone typing on the computer. David sitting only a few feet away.

Both of them right in arm's reach.

"You'll get a proper whack once you heal from your concussion," startled Fritz enough it gained the business man's attention, fascination evident as he watched them. "For now, I'm just glad you're okay."

Fritz scrambled to sit up, stumbled as he placed himself between Scott and the human. Felt lightheaded right as he begun to fall forward, landing on fingers that appeared to catch him.

"Don't, don't take Scott. Me."

"Well-"

"Don't," was snapped before arms gathered him up from a hand that should've been impossible to escape from. "He's not keeping us, Fritz."

"My offer still stands," David said.

"You're an asshole." Scott then met fearful green eyes, pleading for the words to be true. "You're banned from borrowing until further notice."

Fritz feels his breath catch as the fingers holding him suddenly let go, unable to scream as he falls before his leg gets caught by a single pinky.

"Too fast!"

David immediately curls his entire hand around his claimed stress ball, allowing Fritz to right himself before the fingers pin him.

"Sorry, got lost in thought."

The careful kneading starts back up as Fritz goes limp, not reacting when David snorts.

"You don't have to be dramatic."

"I can!" Fritz exclaims kicking at a finger and earning a few taps in realization. "Until you know what it feels like to be a stress ball."

"That's never going to happen," the human grins. The grasp then becomes loose enough to nudge at the borrower's arms, carefully maneuvering them.

The redhead goes still as he watches the digits flex his hand, glancing up to see a rigid concentration. The pupils dilate when they spot him watching, the look 'up' infitesimal.

"This is still considered fidgeting."

"And I'm still wanting chocolate in repayment."

"You demand chocolate," David muses, and Fritz is pinched before fingers control his fall until he's dangling upside down. A look of 'was that too fast' genuine before it earns a breathless shake of the head. "Says the one who can't fight a single finger."

The borrower attempts to glare. "I think I've more than earned it."

David suddenly bursts out laughing, Fritz yelling as he's swung backwards. "Dumbass, this is punishment for trying to get it."

"And I didn't even get it!"

"Scott would have both our heads if I sent you back with a sugar rush," is murmured as he releases his victim. Fritz stumbles to his feet with head spinning from the changing orientations. Sputters as he's sent falling back from a finger pushing him as the human chuckles.

Fritz stares up at the man who could continue to treat him like an object who's sole purpose is to release stress. Is well aware he can't escape from the desk even if he wanted to with his tools in the next room.

Knows if he says the word, he would be helped to the nearest entrance into the walls wih a piece of chocolate.

"What if I promise to annoy Eggs?"

He expected a hand scooping him up so they can finally get him his rightful treat.

A finger pins him instead, David smirking. "Tempting, but you're not getting out of this anytime soon."

"Hey!"

"I can promise chocolate," is rumbled with a fond annoyance. But Fritz can't cheer when the hand scoops him up before tossing him. He's only weightless for a few seconds, landing as the wind is knocked out of him a second time, allowing David to once again trap him in an inescapable fist. "Once I'm done with my reports."

He never promised to not annoy David once his sugar rush hits.

#hello hello!#Anon you are so right we must torture more tinies #but also I greatly apologize for taking so long #hopefully I'm getting back into the grove!#thank ya'll for stickin' around ^^#fnaf bois #g/t #giant #tiny #answer #BTE writing #cw #content warnings

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asunkenhouse · 5 months

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Fatherhood

Content Warnings: Contains depictions of slavery, child endangerment, a character being forced to be tender with someone he hates in order to save a child, mentions of child abuse, and mentions of child death.

If there are any warnings I missed, please tell me!

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Knock

"Sir, please! The Lord calls for your presence!"

Knock

With a groan, Ale- The Pet finally awoke from his 1-hour sleep after the insistent knocking of a terrified servant grew loud enough to penetrate his empty dreams. Of course that bastard would come back just when finally managed to get some sleep. He could just go back to sleep, it's not like the servant could go in and drag him out. Not when everyone and their mother knows that touching him would lead to their painful deaths by the very possessive Lord.

At the same time, The Pet can't. Not when he recognizes the voice of Amilia, a young woman who came to work in the Lord's Stronghold for the sake of her family despite the harassment she'll face by the hands of the Damneds here. She was kind, gentle and had her whole life ahead of her, she didn't deserve to suffer for The Pet's actions.

Too many already have suffered and bled because of him.

So with a resigned look on his face, The Pet got up and didn't bother to change his clothes when he opened the door, "I'm up, I'm up," he said with a tired tone but still tried to give the other a gentle smile to reassure her, "It's alright now, you are dismissed of your duties for today," with that, Anna sighed in utter relief of being able to rest after today.

"Thank you sir, and...good luck," she gave him a look of pity before running off back to the servants' rooms. He sighed before going back inside and grabbing a black & gold cat mask.The Pet didn't like going out without something covering his face (his shame), he felt naked, exposed without one. With it secured, he headed off to the path to where The Lord's obscenely extravagant throne room was held.

He could already feel eyes looking, analyzing, judging him all around. The ever mysterious Pet of The Lord of the Wretched, a controversial figure in the Lord's empire known for his disobedience and penchant of slaughtering Wretcheds and Damneds that are unlucky enough to cross his path. He has been here for nearly about a century and still remains in his 30s, forced to remain as long as The Lord wants him.

The human servants of the Stronghold looked at him with either pity or apathy. Sometimes, he would get stares of hatred from those who believed that he was a 'spoiled' pet, he didn't blame them (especially when he is at fault for all of this). While the Damneds that worked here wisely chose not to get too close to him or even hid themselves away, not wanting to 'help' him relieve his stress as of now.

No matter, he can just go after them later.

As a set of grand, pitch black doors came to view, The Pet readied himself for what will no doubt be another meeting that will end in bloodshed. His irritated face shifted into one with dull eyes.

Alone in this hallway, the sound of his fingers on his right hand suddenly cracking, breaking and remolding themselves were deafening. Yet he didn't show pain, didn't even acknowledge his fingers transforming themselves, blood steadily dripping onto the carpet before running dry as his fingers morphed and sharpened into serrated and sharp blades.

With a forceful shove, he opened the doors to reveal an area the size of a ballroom. The red of the ceilings, walls and furniture reminded him of an open and bleeding room, while the essence of the Void was scattered about and styled to resemble roses in bloom. The majority of these 'roses' grew on a grand throne with bones littered around it and plastered onto it, each skull a personal kill that was deemed worthy enough to be kept as a trophy.

Ever the dramatic bastard.

"Alexis!"

Speak of the devil and he will come.

The petals of the 'roses' were being swept into an every growing shadow that laid on top of the throne. The shadow growing, changing into the shape of a thin and long haired figure, the edges wobbling before growing still when it finally absorbed enough of the essence.

It stood ever so still, like a statue before moving like a viper and in front of The Pet.

"About time you came!" The Lord of the Wretched whined as he fully manifested, a figure absolutely covered in the essence of the Void and outlined by white, bright bright eyes like stars in the night sky and a blinding wicked grin to match, "I was this close to picking you up myself-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence, not when The Pet tore through The Lord's throat with the knives and gripped it tight.

"I told you...To never call me that name again."

His dull expression shifted to one of fury in an instant as he slammed The Lord into the ground, growling like a beast as he strangled him and fantasizing of breaking the bastard that ruined his life. He poured all his hate, anger and kept repeatedly slamming the other onto the ground like a ragdoll.

All The Lord did was laugh and laugh and laugh, "My! I get you're excited to play, but not right now!" He had no bones, no blood vessels, no veins to feel pain and break like a human, as such he easily turned into liquid under The Pet's grasp and right behind up, commanding the essence of the Void to wrap and tie the brown haired man up like a birthday present.

"I have a gift for you, my dearest Pet~" The Lord said as he placed the struggling man onto the throne, tossing away the mask to reveal the heated gaze that greeted him. He smiled even more at the sight of it, caressing The Pet's face and merely giggled as his fingers were bitten, "I think you'll really enjoy-"

He paused when The Pet spat on his face, "I'll goddamn burn anything you give me," and he has. Each and every gift, broken and burnt at his feet. It didn't matter how beautiful, how priceless they were, they came from The Lord's filthy hands all the same.

The caress turned into jagged claws that bit and bled his skin, clicking his tongue as a displeased expression came to his face, "You haven't even seen it yet," with a snap of his fingers, the dark tendrils of the Void snatched something within a far-off closest.

Sobbing, the sound of heavy sobbing and gasping was heard and rang in The Pet's ears.

What was dragged into the light in front of them, was a young boy no older than ten, covered in blood soaked rags, dirt and scratches. Black hair matted in grime as tear-stained brown eyes looked at both him and The Lord with utter fear. Shaking so badly that the boy would've fallen by now were it not for the tendrils that held onto him tight, presenting him like a caught animal ready for slaughter.

"Castor...That is-"

"A child!" The Lord yelled with delight, presenting the boy infront of them like a prize, "And I got him just for you! Hope you don't mind a stray, but I assure you that he's very well behaved~," he speaks of the boy like he was some sort of dog, not as a breathing, living human being. The Lord seated himself onto The Pet's lap, caressing his long hair.

All the fight that was in him earlier had slipped away, leaving behind a cold and crawling feeling of fear as he stared at the child. Brown eyes mirroring each other in fright of what The Lord was planning, "...Why? Why drag a child into this?" Was all The Pet whispered, eyes never leaving the boy for even a second.

The Lord hummed, petting the other's hair as he looked at him with a mocking expression, "Because you seemed rather lonely these days. I do apologize for not being a proper owner to you, so consider this my apology gift!" He held The Pet's face with both hands, claws digging in as he gazed upon the other with bright, bright all too knowing eyes-

"After all, didn't you once tell me that you always wanted to be a father?"

He had, when they had still been in one body.

But not like this, never like this.

"Alas, since it seems you don't want my gift," The Lord pouted like a child before snapping his fingers once more, the tendrils of the Void sharpening into deadly blades, all of them pointing directly towards the young boy.

"What-"

The blades drew closer and closer-

"An Absolute-”

The crying grew louder and louder-

"Shame."

Bright red blood spilt-

"STOP!" The Pet yelled out, the blades held still but already managed to break into the skin of the boy, only enough to leave shallow wounds. He can't, he can't take another sight of someone, especially one that was so young, to die because of his mistakes, there's already been too many, "Please, please. I'm begging you, don't hurt him," it didn't matter if he had to lick the floor, he can't let that boy die in such a gruesome way.

The Lord laughed like a hyena, mouth bared in a hungry grin, "Oh! So now you want your gift? After treating me so rudely earlier?" His hands slid down to The Pet's throat, squeezing it softly, "I should just throw it away and be done with it, it would serve as a perfect lesson about disobedience, Alexis," he purred that name The Pet threw away so gleefully, knowing full well that the other cannot retaliate as violently as he did previously, not with the boy's life on the line.

"But!" The restraints on The Pet were lifted, yet still lingering and ready to pull him back, "I'm willing to look past this bad behavior...If you apologize and thank me."

The Lord wrapped his arms around The Pet's shoulder, the weight of them, the position they were in, so disgustingly familiar, "Thank me, and I might let this child live," he said so softly, as if he wasn't threatening to kill someone.

He didn't want to, Castor didn't deserve it. Not anymore, not after everything.

At the same time, the young boy didn't deserve to die all because of his selfishness.

So, he sucked it up and played pretend.

He changed back his fingers to their original form and gently, oh so gently, wrapped his arms around Castor's waist. Holding him so tenderly, as if he was something fragile before pulling him closer, and giving a peck on his forehead, "I’m…,” he took a deep breath, before continuing with gritted teeth, “I am sorry for my earlier behavior. Thank you, Castor...For the wonderful gift, you've given me," The Pet's voice grew soft, could even be described as affectionate-

He felt warm.

He wanted to throw up. [1]

The Lord sighed, content with the false display of tenderness, "You're welcome, Alexis," his grip on The Pet's shoulders tightened. Tight with possessiveness as his eyes glimmered with an obsessive zeal, "Anything for you~"

They stayed like that, embraced like they were lovers. The Pet wanted nothing more than to sink knives into The Lord's back. Tear him apart, again, and again, and again. To leave nothing behind-

But he held himself still, letting The Lord indulge in the illusion of the past. Until finally, the moment The Lord let go of him, The Pet immediately pulled himself away, his arms shaking as anger and hatred were desperately waiting to be unleashed. The Lord merely chuckled, "Hmm, well I suppose that is good enough."

With a wave of his hand, the Void's essence finally let the boy go, who immediately fell to the floor, unable to pick himself up due to the massive amounts of fear weighing him down. The Pet rushed to the boy's side, picking him up slowly and carefully as the boy clutched The Pet's shirt with a death grip.

"You may want to put the kid to bed, my dear," The Lord said teasingly.

The Pet glared, but there were other things to worry about for right now, such as getting this child proper medical care. He rushed out of the room, yelling to the closest servant to fetch him medical supplies to his room immediately. The boy remained silent through it all, exhaustion finally taking over him. By the time they reached the room, he had finally fallen asleep, The Pet gently caressing the boy's hair as he laid him down on the bed before beginning to wrap to take care of the boy.

Once it was all over, the boy laid on his bed with a peaceful expression on his face. He had been carefully washed clean with a cloth, while his injuries had been tended to with the appropriate bandages needed and completely swaddled in one of The Pet's shirts that looked like a dress on the boy.

He doesn't know if he'll be able to do this, if he'll be able to become the father the boy desperately needs. He has had some experience in taking care of children before, back when he still lived in the orphanage (back when he was still-), but this is different. So very, very different. He'll have to protect this boy not only from The Lord, but from those who want a chance to strike back at The Lord, the enemies that are willing to sink down low enough to involve the innocents, and that includes the boy that is currently sleeping on his bed.

His life will be filled with strife, with constant chances of him being killed by someone who resents The Lord or The Pet or by someone who is just twisted enough to hurt a child for the pleasure of hurting someone. The Lord will constantly be on the boy's shoulders, hurting him to hurt the Pet or to amuse him.

It isn't a life worth living.

And yet, what can they do?

The Pet's thoughts swirled in a storm of what-ifs, of plans to possibly get the boy out, of them ending up suffering and dead.

What should I do?

What

Can

Even

He can't-

He can't do anything-

uselessuselessuseless-

The sounds of the boy's whimpers broke him out of his daze, the boy's face scrunched up like he was having a bad dream. Slowly and carefully, The Pet placed his hand on the boy's head and began to hum a lullaby. It was a simple one, he had learned it in the orphanage as well and often used it to put the younger children to bed.

He's surprised he still remembers it.

Eventually, the boy's face began to relax. The Pet's slid down from the forehead to the boy's cheek, softly caressing it. His heart stopped when the boy snuggled into the hand, the beginnings of a small smile forming on his lips. The Pet stood still, no longer humming, his mouth agape of what he had seen and felt.

He then moved his head down, and gave the boy a small peck on the forehead. Unlike with The Lord, this action held genuine affection and tenderness.

"I promise you, that I'll make sure you'll have a happy life. A happy and fulfilling life until the end."

"I'll be your light, your shield, and your blade," he whispered this oath to the boy, he'll make sure of it. Even if he has to suffer every indignity, he'll make sure that this boy will survive.

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Timeskip: 1,279 years

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A humming was heard in one of the Stronghold's kitchens. The lullaby that was being hummed was very, very dear to him.

It was the lullaby The Pet often hummed to Yuna when he was brought into this hell, when he still had been innocent and human. Even now, the lullaby warmed his heart and made him feel light, as if all the troubles of the world melted away.

Gripping his gift tight, he entered the kitchen with a soft smile that most would never see on his face these days, "Dad," he called out, they were in private so he was free to call The Pet 'Dad' instead of 'Mother', "I'm back."

"Yuna!" The Pet turned his attention to his eldest son, eyes lighting up with life as he rushed towards the pale white and black haired man, hugging him tightly, "It's been so long since you've last visited," too long, over two years now.

"Just, busy with work...," Yuna would rather not ruin this reunion by mentioning 'Him', so he switched topics, "By the way, I got you something," he gave the wrapped box he had been holding ever since he got here. It was wrapped in pink paper and tied with a blue ribbon.

The Pet took the gift with gentle hands, "Oh thank you Yuna, you shouldn't have," for he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve this kindness, this sweetness, not when he broke his oath of protecting Yuna when he was a child and continues to break with each and every child that is 'adopted' into this wreck of a family.

He swore to be their shield, and yet they all still bled.

He swore to be their blade, and yet they still died.

He swore to be their light, and still, his living children were swallowed by the darkness.

The Pet knew what Yuna's work entailed, of being an attack dog for The Lord to use in order to get rid of his enemies. He can see the bags under his son's four eyes of how much this tires him.

He is a failure of a father.

Yet, he can still give them comfort. Be their light in the darkness, even when the whole world is against them. He knows they are monsters now, monsters that have bled and killed many for their own survival. Most parents would be horrified of their children if they became like that, disowning them on the spot.

But he won't, he'll be by their side despite the blood they have shed.

The Pet tore open the gift, to reveal a recently published book of a series he has been reading for some time now.

"Oh Yuna, thank you," he gently pulled Yuna to tilt down in order to kiss his forehead with gratitude, "I've been waiting to read this for sometime now."

He won't lose his children, even if the whole world has to burn.

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Notes:

[1] I had originally planned to have The Lord make The Pet just beg even more. But decided to change it as I wanted to give small hints of what their relationship before was sort of like.

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And done! This has been in my head for months now and I am so glad that I finally finished it! I had wanted to explore more on what Yuna's and The Pet's lives were like during the first years, but I couldn't really get the creative juices flowing to think it through so I decided to do a timeskip instead hahaha.

Hope you enjoyed reading this (Despite the bitter bittersweet ending)! Might make more in the future ^^

#ASH #A Sunken House #ASH Writings #ASH Art #The Pet #Yuna #The Lord of the Wretched

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Not to be horny on main, but I kinda wanna see the virgin boys Hachikyu and 89's reactions to being fucked by master for the first time...

89.

Starting as soon as the decision is made that you're going to do it, 89 is incredibly nervous and trying very hard not to show it. He knows he's already pretty pathetic, and making the whole "taking his virginity" deal even more humiliating would be an instant kill to whatever's left of his dignity in your eyes. And yet, he's every bit as turned on as he is stressed. He'll wind up getting himself off every night before the big event, too antsy and aroused by the incoming reality of you fucking him to hold back— and because of it, the process of you prepping him ends up way too intense. He's oversensitive and so tense it's not helping matters at all.

By the time you're inside of him for real, 89 is going through some highly mixed feelings. The stretch, even when you've yet to move, has him slack-jawed and drooling into the pillow he's clutching like a lifeline, but the way his whole body is trembling already scares him bad. Horniness wins out in the end, though, and 89 soon progresses into sobbing into that pillow when you finally start to fuck him properly. He can't finish without some kind of stimulation to his dick, so if you're feeling cruel, he could be in for a pleasure-induced near-mindbreak before you let him come.

Hachikyu

"Terrified" isn't quite the right way to describe how he's feeling in the lead-up, but it's awfully close. Hachikyu wants this. He really, really does. But at the same time, he can't stop worrying about everything that could go wrong. What if his sex faces look weird? What if it hurts and he has to make you stop? Those kinds of questions and worse keep running through his head... and they only stop when the prepping part turns his brain to mush. It's a lot harder to worry when he's being stretched open around your fingers and seeing stars from every rub against his prostate in the process. By the point of penetration, he's much more relaxed.

From there, Hachi is just kind of pathetic. He's squirmy in the way where it looks like he wants to hide, and he keeps whining about how full he is, how it's too much, how you're gonna kill him if you move. Pleasure kicks his sense of shame right out the window, so he winds up utterly overwhelmed and narrating every second of it. And when you really start to move, that pitiful rambling shifts into obscene moans and unsteady begging for more. It doesn't take him long at all to come like this, and the aftermath just makes him into even more of a wreck— openly sobbing, soon enough.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #89 #Hachikyu #Headcanon #Reader #Lemon

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phanfictioncatalogue · 11 months

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Hurt!Phil (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven

? (ao3) - cyanica

Summary: In which 2018 doesn’t happen the way it was supposed to, Phil loses the ability to remember his own name, Dan screams at things of the past, and forever doesn’t last.

all i want (ao3) - AmaranthLiz, orphan_account

Summary: Dan needs some time away. He needs to 'find himself', as dumb as the phrasing is. So, naturally, he fakes his own death.

(TW) because (& other words we use too much) (ao3) - readerbeware

Summary: Phil's boyfriend is taking him apart, piece by piece. Because that's how he says I love you.

Phil lets him because I love you sounds foreign to his ears anyway.

Dan watches from the sidelines because he hasn't found the right words yet.

:.:.:.:.:.:.:

Or: Phil Lester looks for love in all the wrong places.

before/after (ao3) - katesofheaven

Summary: Dan and Phil have a dying daughter and they deal with it in different ways, both before and after she goes.

Come to Me (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil experiences his first panic attack, and Dan is by his side despite Phil's protests.

Decaf (ao3) - flourishandblotts

Summary: "Phil needs to kill himself"

Phil's eyes locked on the message in the comment section of the live stream. He felt the twisting gut-punch of the words immediately, and the room began to spin as his blood slowly turned to ice. On any other occasion, Phil would have talked to Dan about exactly what had happened as soon as the camera had switched off.

But today, he held his tongue.

don't leave me here alone (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “Dan, I need you. I can’t do this alone.” (IS THIS THE END? Dan and Phil play THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ #6)

Double Macchiato (ao3) - doublevodkalemonade

Summary: No matter how accustomed you are to something, there will always be times when it still knocks you off your feet and leaves you winded, and it's always worse when it takes you by surprise.

Or, the hospital AU nobody asked for but that I wanted to write anyway.

fault of man - cnstellaticns

Summary: dan dies and phil can't let go (alternately, dan is still alive after his death because phil can't let him go. cue angst)

Fun and Convenient (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is up all night, paranoid and anxious, until Dan comes along to help.

His Smile Could Grow Symmetrical Flowers - daeguk

Summary: Phil Lester has OCD. He's not a clean freak or overly clever or anything the films depict his illness to be, but he's actually a mess, terrified of himself and of the way the thinks. Dan's trying to help, but there's only so much that he can do when his references are old books and shit, stereotypical films. Phil supposes it's all a little fucked up.

home with you (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: An accident on a lonely road leads to the unthinkable. Now Dan has to face his fears and look for help before it's too late.

if you could see it, then you’d understand (ao3) - MANIAvinyl

Summary: There was a point in their relationship when Phil was stable enough for the both of them. But when his anxiety gets worse, he’s not sure how to handle anything; not his panic attacks, not Dan and his still-frequent episodes, and not all the new stresses that come with this kind of fast-paced life.

Into Dust - cafephan

Summary: Dan broke up with Phil, and Phil took it hard. When Dan hears Phil call himself useless during a liveshow, he backtracks and skims over the past events, and both discover what they gave up.

One of those days (ao3) - Nickerdoodle

Summary: When Phil gets put through some painful gender dysphoria, will he be able to cope alone?

Or will Dan have to rescue him?

Or the one where Dan is an awesome boyfriend and helps Phil out through his darkest moments.

one of those days (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: Phil has a dizzy spell and Dan takes care of him.

Or, Dan is the man with the plan (rip the stereo shows imy)

See Me (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan gets in an accident, leaving him in critical condition. He ends up stuck in between life and death, watching his own body fight to stay alive- and watching Phil fall apart, but he can’t do anything about it in his ghostly form.

He was confused and didn’t know what to do but he was sure of one thing, he wasn’t going to let himself die.

Sleepless (ao3) - agent_without_okay_days

Summary: Phil found himself in another Hotel, staring out the window and looking over the skyline of the city.

The city hums below them. Phil's body hums with it.

He is so tired, body screaming from exhaustion and begging for sleep. Jet he can´t.

Taken (ao3) - giuliana

Summary: Dan and Phil broke up years ago, but they managed to still be friends and they've been living together ever since. The thing is, Dan has never stopped loving Phil through all of this years, and the moment that Dan never wanted to become true, was happening... Phil was seeing someone.

Who Will Fix Me Now - clumsyphilip

Summary: After their break up, Phil does everything he can to get Dan’s attention.

you left the lights on for me (ao3) - werebothstubborn

Summary: dan comes home to all the lights in the flat on after roaming london for almost twenty hours. phil's waiting up for him and wants to know where he's been.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #hurt!phil #hurt!phil masterlist #angst

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part 54

not to cause anyone any emotional distress and/or trauma but harry definitely likes to make out with you when you're both naked and he settles you on his lap, tucking himself between your lower lips so he can feel how wet you are :( he moves back and forth slowly, sliding easily from how soaked you are, and smirking at how you whimper every time he nudges against your clit :( he just likes the teasing feeling and how much it makes you whine :( and he always does this to tease before he fucks you :(( having you tucked against the sensitive underside, rubbing on him slowly to show him you're wet enough :( he refuses to put it in until he decides you're ready for him :( until then he just makes you tease yourself until you're losing your mind :(

him standing over a terrified woman, blood on his face, making her look so small as he leans closer 🤕 he says something like "don't be scared...." and leans even closer to lick a drop of blood off her face 🤕 he says "I'm not going to hurt you... unless you give me a reason to" and his voice is so low and soft and fake comforting 🤕 I need to see him as a psycho so fucking bad or I'll die

ooooh yes the "bimbo" 😏 who is suspiciously not around when ppl are getting picked off 😏 who always comforts his girl friends when they're sobbing over their friend who just got killed 😏 saying "it's all going to be alright" as they cry on his shoulder 😏 but he's staring off into the distance and right before the screen goes black his lips turn up in a little smirk 😏 and it all culminates in him coming after his "best friend", giving very much scream with the mask and all 😏 god im so into this help

oh no 🤕 the old fashioned video recorder on their secluded cabin honeymoon 🤕 starts with them giggling and kissing and him setting up the camera on their nightstand to record a little "home movie" 🤕 them being so so happy and rolling around on the bed while they kiss 🤕 then exactly like Kelsea said it just starts to get a little creepy 🤕 she starts hearing weird noises and seeing shadows but he gaslights her and shuts her up with kisses 🤕and he's a little mean, knowing she's all on edge but he still sneaks up behind her to scare her just so he can laugh and hug her 🤕 then the rest of it is just like Kelsea said, she's on the ground injured and out comes harry who's supposed to be dead, but here he is standing over her and smiling🤕 crouching down and wiping a little smear of blood off her face, shushing her whimpers and saying "it's all going to be over soon, just close your eyes baby" and then he reaches for the camera, and all we see is one last smirk from him and we hear her terrified gasp before it all goes dark 🤕

THE BIMBO THAT ACCIDENTALLY OUTLIVES EVERYONE OMG YES YES YES HES JUST SO STUPID THAT THE KILLER'S LITTLE TRICKS AND GAMES DONT WORK ON HIM BC HES JUST ABSOLUTELY CLUELESS I LOVE THIS???? HE HEARS SCARY NOISES IN THE BASEMENT AND HES JUST LIKE "HM WEIRD OH WELL IM JUST GONNA GO STAY WITH MY MOM :D" AND HE DOESNT EVEN REALIZE ALL THE FREAKY SHIT HAPPENING HE JUST WALTZES THROUGH LIFE AND THE MOVIE AS COMEDIC RELIEF

when bestie harry finds out you like him he would be sooooooooooooo horribly pesty 😋 he's all "ooooooooh my girl has a crush on me" and making you blush 😋 h wraps his arms around you so you can't run off and whispers "it's a good thing I have a crush on you too" and he probably licks your cheek bc he's just a freak 😋he would be kissing your cheek first but you keep turning away just to bug him so finally he grabs your jaw with his other hand and holds you in place so he can give you a big lick 😋 you're squirming and going "ew ew eeeeeeewwwwww" and he's just all "youuuuuu love it😁"

no no no no no........ casual fwbs who are mostly just besties 😵‍💫 he notices you're stressed so he's like "come here babe, let me rub your back" and you know what that's going to lead to 😵‍💫 soon you let out a quiet little moan bc he's so good at this, and he freezes before he's moving off you and saying "flip over sweet girl" and he kisses you before you can say anything 😵‍💫 you're pulling at his shirt to get him closer so he moves back on top of you, grinding down on you to relieve some of the pressure building up 😵‍💫 you can't help but moan then, raising your hips to meet his 😵‍💫 he says right up against your lips "how bout we relieve some more of that stress?" and crawls down to lay with his face between your legs 😵‍💫

and for a while all the touching you do is over the clothes which makes it feel so much more dirty and secretive 🤕after he makes you cum he kisses you, smirking and saying "you're going to need some new panties, think you soaked right through those ones" 🤕

OHHHHHH no he loves to use your toys on you 🤕 he finds your secret stash one day while you're in the shower and when you get out he's sitting on the bed just messing with all of them 🤕 your eyes go wide and you rush to take them out of his hands but he just grabs your wrist and says "ah ah ah... wanna tell me what you've got here sweet girl?" and your cheeks are burning when you say "not particularly..." but he just pulls you closer saying "I think you're a liar... i think you've been thinking about this ever since I first asked you what you like" and you can barely think but you stammer out "maybe?" and he looks sooooo cocky 🤕 he pulls you to sit on his lap, and he picks up one of your vibrators 🤕 he says "now what's this little number?" and switches it on, then giggles at how strong it is 🤕 he says "wanna show me how you use this?" and you're so embarrassed but also so turned on 🤕 finally you nod and he's smiling so big, he adjusts you so he's sitting with his back against the headboard and your back is to his chest, his legs spread to fit you between them so you'll be totally surrounded by him 🤕 he puts the toy in your hand and says "alright then, show me" and leans a little so he can watch over your shoulder 🤕 or maybe you have a mirror across from your bed, and he grips your jaw and lifts your head so you have to look 🤕 he turns his head to kiss your neck and whispers "don't be shy, show me how you like it" and watches when you move to press it against your clit 🤕 you gasp at how intense it already feels, leaning back against his strong chest and you know he's got you 🤕 your head leans on his shoulder, and he can see your legs straining to close so he hooks his own legs over yours to keep them open 🤕 you're letting out the prettiest sounds bc it feels so good, and he's whispering in your ear like "doing such a good job for me baby, you're close aren't you?" and all you can do is nod 🤕 he's so so obsessed with how you're trembling a bit, and your moans are getting closer and closer together and he knows you're almost there 🤕 he reaches his hands up to thumb over your nipples so gently, really just a little tease over your shirt, but apparently that's all you needed bc you're arching your back and letting go 🤕 with your head on his shoulder and his hands on your chest, surrounded by him just like he wanted 🤕you're breathing so heavy as you come down, and he's nosing along your neck, kissing every so often 🤕 he reaches down and closes his hand over the vibrator and says "my turn?" and you laugh breathlessly saying "give me a minute" and he smiles against your skin and says "whatever my girl wants" 🤕

kissing bestierry at a nye party 😋 neither of you have a date (and you maybe definitely did that on purpose 😋) and he subtly makes sure he's the closest person to you when the ball drops 😋 you've never kissed like that before, but he's kissed your cheek and he knows it will be okay so when the ball drops you look around for a second before he puts one hand on your cheek and looks at you 😋 your eyes drop to his lips for just a second and then come back up, and you give him a tiny nod and then his lips are on yours 😋 it's just a short little kiss, and when he pulls away he's pecking you a few timss and murmuring "happy new year" 😋 then you're hanging on each other all night, as the party starts dying down you lean up to whipser in his ear "will you come back to my place?" and he's like 😋yes of course😋 even tho he's not completely sure what you mean, but then you say "good, because I want to kiss you again" and his eyes go wide for a second before he's ushering you out the door 😋

harry knows you get a little jealous seeing him be romantic w other people (even acting) so he makes sure to give it to you extra good that night 😋doing alllll the things he knows you like and loving on you so good 😋

yes I'm so afraid he likes to go slow during sex to find out exactly what you like 🤕 like anon said he fingers you so he can be sure he knows where your g spot is 🤕 just spending so much time getting acquainted with your body so he knows just how to make you fall apart 🤕 he definitely makes you cum several times, until you're too tired to give him any more and then he figures out what you need for aftercare 🤕and i fear he never shuts his mouth 🤕 you're constantly hearing "yeah? liking that, pretty girl?" and "that feel nice?" and "how about when I do this?" he's so 🤕🤕🤕

being pretty inexperienced when you start dating harry, and one day when you're kissing you tell him how little you've actually done and he's backing off right away, apologizing for trying to move so fast, but you shake your head and grab his hands to keep him close 😌 he looks into your eyes, asking silently what you want, and you breathe "teach me, teach me how to do it and his lips are back on yours before you can even blink😌

can't stop thinking about how filthy Harry is 🤕 before he goes down on you he uses his thumbs to spread you open so he can just look 🤕 probably blowing some cold air on you just to see you flinch and whine 🤕 dragging his fingers up and down soooo lightly just to tease and feel how wet you are 🤕 when you try to move he just lays a heavy arm across your stomach to keep you still 🤕 and when he finally leans in to lick you you're close in seconds 🤕 but he's not ready to let you cum yet, so he moves away from your clit and focuses more on where you're dripping for him 🤕 he just wants to taste every bit of you 🤕 he's pushing his tongue inside and you nearly scream from how good it feels, and he tightens his grip on your hips bc he knows you'll be squirming around 🤕 then finally he kisses his way back up to your clit with messy, open mouth kisses, basically just making out with you, and sucks the sensitive nerves into his mouth 🤕 he's flicking his tongue against it and moaning from how turned on he is, and before you know it you're tensing up and cumming on his tongue 🤕

staying at Harry's for the first time and you're a little nervous and he can tell 😔 you're watching a movie and he can see you're getting sooooo tired but maybe a little too nervous to let him know you're ready for bed, so he just tightens his arm around you and gestures for you to lay your head on his chest 😔 hes playing with your hair gently and he says "you can go to sleep if you're tired, hm? I can turn this off if you want" and you just say "no it's okay you can leave it on" but 5 minutes later you're out 😔 he's so happy knowing you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep that easily 😔

one thing about harry is that he would be completely pussy whipped before you even sleep together 😌 he's got the biiiiiiggest crush on you and it's so entirely obvious to everyone even tho he thinks he's being subtle 😌 and when you start dating ? ooooh boy he's done for 😌 he does anything and everything for you, from refilling your drink at a party to cooking meals for you after your long day of classes 😌 he also loves to buy you stuff, to the point where you're telling him it's too much but he doesn't care 😌 he just has the biggest crushy crush and doesn't know how to handle it 😌

harry talking against your lips while he kisses you 🤕 we got a tiny taste of this in the trailer and it made me orgasm so fast 🤕 he's always smooching you and saying stuff like "gonna be a good girl for me?" and he keeps his lips on yours cause he can't bear to pull away 🤕 or "my pretty little wife" during your first private kiss after you're officially married 🤕 "my sweet girl, love you so much" 🤕 throwing up rn

no bc he would say "come on pretty girl" with the most evil smirk on his face as he lays down 🤕 guiding you up his chest and you know exactly what he wants 🤕 you plant your hands on his shoulders at first saying "I don't know if- i can't-" and he just says "come on baby, just wanna taste you, just let me make you feel good" and helps you get settled 🤕 you're holding yourself up a bit but he grips your thighs and pulls you down all the way against him 🤕 looping his arms around your legs so you can't pull away 🤕 he moans against you, just so turned on to have you like this 🤕 you glance down and his eyes are open and focused on yours, and you can see his mouth working 🤕 that's just too much to see right then, so your head tips back and your fingers tangle in his hair as you start to move your hips a little 🤕 and he can't get enough of you fucking yourself on his face, i honestly think he would cum from that 🤕

no offense guys but harry would make you cum more than once bc he's so obsessed with how wet and swollen you get 🤕 he's tracing his fingers over the sensitive skin saying "gonna give me one more?" and you're nearly sobbing from how overwhelming it all is but you're not ready to be done yet 🤕 he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your clit and he just loves the little scream you let out 🤕

thinking about being in the studio with bestierry and you make a comment or mention something that gives him a fabulous idea for a song or something and he's immediately like "wait wait nobody say anything, write that down" or "everyone shut up let me record a voice note" and a few minutes later when he's figured out this idea more he comes over and grabs your face and just plants one on you 🤭 he says "you are WONDERFUL" and gets back to work, meanwhile you're blushing and trying to process what just happened 🤭 and then youre trying so hard not to let it get to your head, you know he's an affectionate weirdo with everyone so you're acting like everything is fine but then that night when everyone is packing up he says "you coming to mine? there's a movie I've been wanting to watch" so you nod and follow him out to his car 😌 then when you're on the couch together he says "i have to tell you something" and you're sitting up, heart pounding already but you're trying to play it cool when you ask what's up and he lets out a deep breath before saying "I have a crush on you" and your eyes go wide but he keeps talking 😌 he says "I've liked you since forever so... um, yeah" and you're like ????? but he's all "i kissed you today, how is this a surprise?" and you're like "you kiss everyone!?!" and he says "yeah but it was different with you 🙄" as if it's so obvious 😭 then he says "maybe I should kiss you again, really drive the point home" and you're more than down for that 😌

watching the red carpet stuff go on from your hotel room bc you're too nervous to be seen in public with harry since your relationship has been private so far, but the second he get back you're absolutely jumping on him 😌 murmuring "you looked so fucking good out there, i almost couldn't wait for you to get back" and he groans when you kiss his neck, gripping your hips saying "but you did, right? you were a good girl and waited for me?" and you nod 😌 he says "such a good girl, why don't we take care of that? i think you've waited long enough" and he's pushing you down on the bed before he sinks to his knees 😌

he's so big and strong and masculine and he probably smells so good im wet rn just thinking about him coming back to the hotel, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt bc they've been bugging him all day, and coming over to give his girl a kiss 😵‍💫 he says "missed you today" and walks you backwards toward the bed 😵‍💫 you don't respond, you're too busy trying to get more of his shirt undone, but he grabs your wrists and waits until you look up at him, then says "did you miss me too?" and you nod so fast, unable to break his intense eye contact 😵‍💫 he says "why don't you show me? touch yourself, show me how wet you got for me while I was out" and his voice is stern letting you know that he's in charge tonight 😵‍💫 he's so close to you that he's all you can focus on, you can't think about anything but him and how good he looks and smells and probably tastes, but he's not gonna let you have what you want until you give him what he wants so you shakily say "i will, I'll do whatever you want me to do" and he smiles saying "that's what i like to hear" as he releases your hands 😵‍💫 he sits down on the chair across from the bed so he can have a good view as you spread your legs and get to work 😵‍💫he says "just want you touching, but you better not make yourself cum, that's my job" and you know it's going to be a long night 😵‍💫

thinking about showering with harry 😋 he's tripping over himself to wash you, and he refuses to use a cloth he wants to use his hands 😋 he spends 90% of his time on your boobs and what about it 😋 then when you're done he's wrapping you in a towel and handing you one of his big shirts and that's it, and you're like "and where are the rest of my clothes?" and he just says "you don't need them 😋"

usually you turn your head to the side when Harry's going down on you bc it's grounding to feel the pillow and bc it's just too much to look at him, but one night he reaches up and grabs your jaw, turning your head to face him again and saying "I've had about enough of that, you look at me when I'm touching you" and his voice is all stern 🤕 and any time you look away he stops 🤕

i think Harry likes edging you and he's so so mean but also soft 🤕 you're on your third or fourth round of the night and you're losing your mind, tears on your face just wanting to cum so bad 🤕 he strokes your cheek gently and says "I know baby, it's so much hm? you're being such a good girl for me though, I know you can take a few more" and he just keeps going 🤕 he even says "I know you want to finish, but i just love seeing my pretty girl like this, and needy and desperate for me... and if you cum that all goes away, so I'm not quite done with you yet" 🤕

and sometimes you want to see how fast you can get him there 🤭 so you're doing allllll the things he likes, squeezing down on him as hard as you can and whispering dirty words in his ear, letting out the prettiest little whines and even reaching down to play with his balls 🤭 soon he's gritting his teeth and gripping your hips saying "you have to- you have to stop or I'll cum" and you whisper "i want you to" and squeeze a little harder 🤭

being super inexperienced when you start dating harry, and when you finally tell him he's so nice about it 😔 saying it doesnt bother him at all, and he'll go at whatever pace you need 😔 then one day youre doing some kissing and you push your hips down against his and he lets out the neediest moan and says "such a good girl" and that makes you blush so hard 🤕 he says "ohhh you liked that hm? I'll keep that in mind 😌" and he's so smug being the first person to know what you like 🤕

harry perfects your coffee order on the very first try of getting it for you, and he brings it to you all 😁 and you take a sip and say "wowwwww you got it all right!" and he says "of course I did 😌" and you take another drink, nodding bc it's good 😌 he says "now i think that complicated coffee earned me a complicated kiss" which is his way of saying "make out with me for 3 hours while we grind on each other"

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles

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STUPID CUPID! — 09

pairing. park sunghoon x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. alone on valentine’s day, you decide to sign up for the student council’s fundraiser: a matchmaking survey, hoping to at least get a few laughs out of the whole ordeal. little do you know, park sunghoon (your archenemy since junior high) has the same idea. but it’s fine! your student body president, kim sunoo, would never tamper with the matching system, right?

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YOUR HAND TREMBLES SLIGHTLY AS you ring jungwon's doorbell. the small bento weighs like lead in your hold as you stand outside in the brisk, morning air.

the walk down the road to jungwon's house had been nothing short of terrifying. living so close, the temptation to turn back grew with every step you took. now that you've rung the doorbell, you can't run.

"he's growing so fast," you coo, reaching down to ruffle the fur on the dog's head. once you've finished, you raise the grocery bag in your hand proudly. "i have your lunch."

"come inside," he says, ushering you into the house. "you can put it on the counter."

nodding, you take some time as you walk down the hallway and into the kitchen to examine your surroundings. jungwon's home is warm, a nice contrast from the wintry climate just outside. it's not messy by any means, but not so clean and pristine that you feel uncomfortable.

you take a breath in, running through your planned dialogue for the nth time in your head, then speak.

"i can tell you about sunghoon and i, now."

jungwon perks up. he looks concerned for your wellbeing, but at the same time, he can't hide the fact that your words pique his interest. "right now? are you sure? we can eat first, if you want."

smiling a little at the courtesy, you shake your head.

"it's okay. if i don't tell you now, i don't think i'll be able to later." you feel as though if you wait a moment more, the adrenaline will fade out and you'll actually be able to properly reminisce on the situation at hand. you'd be lying if you said what happened hadn't hurt you, even after so much time passed.

"okay, i'll just put this in the fridge, then. you can sit on the couch," jungwon says, trying his best to keep any expression that could possibly worry you off of his face.

he picks up the bento, and you shuffle over to the plush sofa. as you sit, you pick up a throw pillow and hug it tightly to your chest. soon enough, you hear the refrigerator close, and jungwon joins you on the couch.

"so," you exhale. "where do you want me to start?"

"wherever you want," jungwon replies softly, and you look down at the pillow in your lap.

"okay." you look back up at jungwon, and he nods slightly, prompting you to continue. "in junior high, sunghoon, sunoo, and i were best friends. i was more acquaintances than friends with ryujin and chae, and soobin and hyuka went to a different school, so sunghoon and sunoo were really the only two people close to me at the time."

jungwon hums in understanding, and you pause. you pick slightly at the skin surrounding your nail-beds, and the boy next to you opens his mouth to tell you, once more, that you don't have to explain if you don't want to. you silence him by continuing to speak.

"in our last year, i think the stress got to sunghoon the most. he was still skating, but with exams he couldn't spend as much time at the rink. sunoo and i would study together, but sunghoon was always busy, trying to get in as much practice time as possible."

your eyes soften a little in reminiscence. sunghoon was always so passionate about skating, and even now, you see him putting the same effort into dancing. it was one of the things you'd admired most about him. you'd been a stunned once you learned he quit skating right before your first year of high school.

"we started talking less, and for the first time since we'd met, i didn't see sunghoon at all during winter break."

jungwon notices a slight waver in your voices, and he quickly stands. "let's take a break," he urges, walking quickly over to the fridge. "i'm really hungry. do you want to eat right now, too?"

surprised, you nod, a little grateful for your friend's attentive nature. he fishes the two plastic containers out of the fridge and places them in the microwave. you listen to the whirr of the machine for a few seconds, closing your eyes and taking a breath.

once the microwave beeps, jungwon walks back to the couch and places one box on the coffee table in front of you. the other, he sets in his lap and clicks off the lid.

"this smells amazing," he marvels. "i can never soft boil eggs properly."

chuckling, you pick up your own portion. "it took me three tries."

the next few minutes are filled with silence, your and jungwon's attention fully invested in your respective lunches. once you've eaten enough to soothe your hunger (who knew reminiscing on old failed friendships was so energy consuming), you slow your bites and sit up.

"once second semester started, he started hanging out with jay, jake, and heeseung more."

you clear your throat.

"i started seeing them walking in the hallways every day, and it really hurt. i'm still not really sure why it happened, but i didn't want to force him to be my friend or anything, so i just let him drift."

you hear jungwon make a noise of something between concern and pity, and you wince a little.

"i still had sunoo, so i was okay. i think we both kind of just accepted that sunghoon had moved on."

"when we started high school, sunoo and i both got onto the dance teams, and sunoo was kind of forced to talk to sunghoon. sunoo told me he and sunghoon worked things out one day, and that there were things that sunghoon wanted to tell me himself, but i waited and he never reached out."

you swallow, thinking of your best friend and how, even now, he probably feels stuck, like a rope in your and sunghoon's game of tug-of-war. the idea sets guilt deep into the pits of your stomach.

"sunoo felt really guilty about it, i think. but them talking again kind of forced me to let sunghoon go. i had to accept that he was ready to talk to people about what had happened, and that group of people didn't include me anymore."

"do you need me to beat him up?" jungwon scoffs, visibly annoyed at his friend's behavior. "what was he thinking?"

"it's okay, jungwon," you smile, and jungwon's furrowed brows settle. "i got closer with ryujin and chae, and i met kai and soobin, too, so i felt mostly alright without him."

"if you say so," he huffs. "but i still don't understand how that turned into..." jungwon trails off, obviously hinting at the fact that you and sunghoon can no longer occupy the same room without starting a yelling match.

"when our first showcase came up, and we had to work on our unity routine, i think i forgot all of the progress i made. sunghoon and i had no classes together, so it was the first time i had to talk to him in half a year."

you grimace at the memory, and your leg begins to bounce slightly as you tap your foot to the wooden floor.

"our first joint practice, i think i said something shitty about his dancing. it was immature, but i was frustrated, and it just kind of kept going between us until we got to the point we're at now."

jungwon's lips form an o-shape, and you finally relax the tension in your shoulders. you reach again for your partially-eaten meal, and jungwon thinks about how to respond.

"everything makes so much more sense, now," he eventually says, and you hum in agreement.

behind his head, you catch a glimpse of the grandfather clock standing against the wall, and your eyes widen.

"holy shit, we've been talking for a few hours," you exclaim, your entire demeanor shifting. "shit, i have so much work to do."

"let me walk you to the door," jungwon says quickly, helping you to gather your things. "i'll wash the containers and give them to you at school."

once you stand in the doorway once more, you turn back to bid jungwon farewell.

"see you tomorrow, won."

"yeah, see you," he replies, waving brightly. "oh, and y/n?"

"hm?"

"don't worry about everything with sunghoon right now. i'll figure something out for the showcase."

as you walk home, the sun finally emerges from behind the morning overcast. you feel a lot lighter than you had earlier, somehow.

pulling your phone out of your pocket, you smile to yourself at the thought of telling a certain person how the meeting had gone.

note. this was... a lot LMFAO i hope it was easy enough to understand the situation and sorry it’s so long ksjdhfs,, also rmb that we haven’t heard sunghoon’s side yet so there’s def more to this than him just being an asshole </3

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Hii I haven't been here in a while but I'm still alive!! I hope your flight has been going well, and even if you're stressed, I believe in you! You will make it! 🌻⚘🌻⚘🌻⚘🌻⚘

If you want a thirst I can send a thirst, this is so self indulgent, also this happened to me one time, wasn't nearly as fun lol.

Thinking of sweetie Mams. He's going with you to an amusement park, for those big scary rollercoasters or those platforms that fall from the sky very fast, or those spinny things that go whish whish in circles in the air. He's internally just as scared as you are but as always is keeping the brave face up, and so are you honestly, dumbass on dumbass love cos you're both acting like everything is fine.

He's holding your hand tightly, only letting go to dry his hand if it's getting sweaty. He takes every chance to ask you to buy him a million snacks and drinks (wink wink) and you do, even buying him a gigantic cotton candy in the shape of a pink crow (it's a pigeon but he says it's a crow so who cares).

He's chugging down soda after soda to keep his racing heart calm, which would never help but you won't pop his bubble. After going in one of those big scary rides, those where he's clinging so hard to your arm you think he might break it, he's looking squirmy and nervous so as always, you give him a hug.

He's whining about how he probably needs to go pee right now, the drinks he asked you to buy and the terrifying ride all coming together to fuck him over. You coo at him and sneak your hand under his shirt to grab at his collar, pulling him firmly against you, and that almost sends him into his headspace right there.

"Do you really want to go?" Your voice's sickly sweet and sadistic. He nods enthusiastically, sort of scared to try to speak in case he doesn't like the sounds that leave his mouth.

"That's too bad, puppy, because we have so many rides to go to, and look at the bathroom line, we wouldn't make it in time..."

He pouts but is resigned to follow you to the next ride and pray (oop) that his bladder is nice to him.

By the time you're coming home, he doesn't quite make it even to the living room without having a cute little accident, good thing you were there for him to praise him and to clean him up.

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!!! Happy to hear you're alive 💖💖💖 thank you for your support, I did make it !

Also I know you sent this as "self indulgent", but oooh I love it sm!!!

A day with Mams at an amusement park sounds like so much fun!! He's definitely been looking forward to it, and wants to make the most of it with you. Because of this he's already been holding for a while before he tells you. Even if you'd passed a bathroom without a line he wouldn't have gone, because that would mean missing out on fun he could be having with you instead! And now, when you tell him to hold it, he's jittery with a bit of anxiety but mostly excitement. He knows you know his limits, and he's going to put a lot of trust in you with deciding how much longer to stay in public. The moment you decide to go is when you exit a particularly thrilling ride and Mammon has a little wet spot, not anything dramatic or very visible to an outsider, but just enough to get you to lead him out. As soon as you get in the car he'd be crying about how he's sorry he let out a little, so you'd need to praise him for holding so long, and being such a good boy.

And yeah there's no way he's making it to the bathroom. He'd try, kudos to him for that, but with the way he was holding himself in the car, bouncing his leg, and gripping your arm with his free hand... you kind of suspected he'd relieve himself before getting there. He's going to need praise, clean up, and then a handjob... unless you want him rutting against your thigh... or on his hands and knees while you pound him so good he can't think anymore

#babe wake up new fantasy to constantly daydream about just dropped!!#anyways #mammon drinking pop to calm down is insane but so realistic #also #ur oop after pray djsfakljahfdkj #thirst #spice #p/iss #french fry replies #♟💙 anon

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ibijau · 3 years

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I saw a post about, not sure where god!lxc fic goes next? I assume nhs insists on going back to the cave to make a proper offering. Lxc accompanies b/c nhs is still a little sick and nmj is busy. Nhs continues panicking about this uber-powerful god. Lxc enjoys the offering, it's nice, but not the panicking, and hey he committed to being honest? so he tells nhs he's the god. This does not have the calming effect he was hoping for --the anon who got super excited about god!lxc can't read sideplot

ok so, didn’t quite use all of that, but big thanks anon for giving me a way to at least write a little more on that AU which is very dear to me

Price of Wishes on AO3 (can’t remember my tumblr tag for it... orz)

Lan Xichen stares at the altar.

It is a small one, hurriedly installed among others inside the Unclean Realm. Its only decoration is a bolt of pale embroidered fabric from which Nie Huaisang apparently once wanted to have a robe made, and a portrait of Lan Xichen that Nie Huaisang personally painted, as promised in the temple. It doesn’t look like Lan Xichen does in this mortal form, and it probably doesn’t look the way he once did as a god, but the main attributes of his last remaining statue are there.

How long has it been since he was granted a new altar? Not since before this Nie sect even came to be, he thinks.

And now not only was he given this altar, but there are offerings on it. Nie Huaisang put incense to burn and offered flowers and rice, yes, but surprisingly others did the same, and thanked Lan Xichen for keeping their young master safe when he ran away. Even the stern Nie Mingjue, who clearly didn’t share his brother’s certainty about a godly intervention, still lit up some incense and bowed before the altar, simply because he realised how much it mattered to Nie Huaisang.

It had been a flight of fancy to help that boy and get him into the temple, just a sudden impulse to feel like a real god again, but Lan Xichen finds himself more than rewarded for this kindness. If he can keep this up, if they continue honouring him, he might well survive a century more.

Lan Xichen had forgotten what hope feels like.

But hope or not, Lan Xichen knows to whom he owes this. As days pass, he sticks close to Nie Huaisang, who is currently his strongest believer. Even the old lady, dear to Lan Xichen as she is, never had such unwavering faith in his power. She prays to him mostly out of habit, while Nie Huaisang does so out of conviction. Being near him feels like stepping into the sun after an eternity in darkness, and Lan Xichen cannot get enough of the sensation.

Besides, if they are to be married, he needs to know more about the young man whose life he will share.

Nie Huaisang is an interesting person, Lan Xichen thinks. He acts a little spoiled, but of course he is young, and Lan Xichen vaguely understands that the Nie family has gone through rough times in the recent past, and Nie Huaisang’s childishness might be how he dealt with it. At his core, Nie Huaisang is more serious than he lets on. For example, he is determined to fully repay the debt he contracted toward Lan Xichen. The altar he set up is but a first step. In spite of his brother’s warnings, Nie Huaisang has inquired what it would cost to have a safe road to the mountain temple, just as he promised to do. In fact, he goes beyond his promise, determined to find every possible detail about Lan Xichen so that he may be worshipped properly. To that end, he spends day after day in Qinghe Nie’s immensely rich library, reading through books with a speed which astonishes Lan Xichen, writing letters to make inquiries as if it is the easiest thing in the world.

Lan Xichen thinks Nie Huaisang might just be the cleverest person he has ever met, and the most stubborn as well. Both are qualities he appreciates in a follower, and in a person.

It’s quite funny to Lan Xichen to realise that Nie Huaisang is considered lazy. Perhaps he only puts efforts into things that interest him. Lan Xichen, of course, is glad to be one of those things.

In general, he’s just glad to be around Nie Huaisang. The steady warmth of belief is quite nice, of course, but that’s not the only reason. Nie Huaisang, although he apparently realises to some degree that Lan Xichen shouldn’t exist as a mortal, still tries hard to be kind to him. He gives him delicious foods, and tries to find subtle ways to look for gaps in Lan Xichen’s knowledge of the mortal world so he can fill him in and help him fit in better. He is a pleasant person to talk to, a pleasant person to silently spend time with, a pleasant person to look at even, his youthful face showing every sign that he will develop into a handsome man someday.

In just this little time, Lan Xichen finds himself quite fond of this little mortal. It won’t be unpleasant to marry him as agreed.

First, though, Nie Huaisang must mature. And part of that means heading out toward the Cloud Recesses, where Lan Xichen himself is supposed to come from, according to the narrative Nie Huaisang demanded in his prayer. It is a stressful perspective, since Lan Xichen isn’t sure he is quite strong enough to shift reality around people who have much stronger reasons to refuse his intrusion into their life, but he will try his best. It is the deal he made with Nie Huaisang, and he will see it through.

To Lan Xichen’s relief, just before they are set to head south toward Gusu, Nie Huaisang begs his brother for a full ceremony at the mountain temple, with incense and prayers and everything that can be done to honour Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue grumbles and complains and even gets angry, but he eventually gives in, as seems to be common for him when his brother makes a request. Nie Mingjue is a wise man, and he apparently understands that little can be done when Nie Huaisang is in a mood to be stubborn about something.

So the three of them head out into the mountain, followed by a few Nie disciples who carry food offerings and some tools to clean the temple.

The temple’s floors are swiped clean. Rubbles are removed. The nearly faceless statue has its layers of dust carefully cleaned away by Nie Huaisang who climbed on its pedestal so he can reach every part, revealing details that Lan Xichen himself had forgotten. There are even some traces of colour here and there.

“I’ll have to make another portrait,” Nie Huaisang notes. “Mine isn’t accurate at all after all.”

“I’m sure this god is already more than happy with what you have given him,” Lan Xichen says, lifting his gaze from the altar he’s wiping clean. It is a struggle to keep himself from crying from joy, and his voice comes out a little strangled, but Nie Huaisang doesn’t appear to notice.

“I need to do better,” Nie Huaisang says with a shiver. “I cannot risk offending him.”

He sounds almost afraid, and his hands tremble slightly as he carefully dusts the statue. Lan Xichen stares at him a moment more, and sighs.

However pleasant everything else has been, this is one thing that doesn’t sit right with him. For whatever reason, Nie Huaisang seems to be afraid of his god self, and it taints his every prayer. This doesn’t change the value of those prayers, it doesn’t make his belief any less strong and valuable, but Lan Xichen can feel that fear almost constantly and he doesn’t enjoy it. He is too used to the old lady’s belief, simple and companionable. She treats him like an old friend to whom she can make requests, and he wishes Nie Huaisang would do the same. They are set to be married, it is the deal, and Lan Xichen doesn’t like the idea of a union set in fear.

“I am sure that god would not be offended,” Lan Xichen quietly insists. “You haven’t found anything about him in all your books and your letters, have you? So he must not be a very important god, and your efforts are sure to have been noticed and appreciated.”

“But it’s not enough,” Nie Huaisang retorts, gritting his teeth. “It can’t be enough. Nothing I do is ever enough, there’s got to be more I could do!”

Lan Xichen frowns, and looks around until his eyes land on Nie Mingjue. He heard this, and is staring at his brother with some concern.

From what Lan Xichen understands, the reason Nie Huaisang took refuge in his temple a few weeks ago was because of a great argument with Nie Mingjue regarding his capacity to do… nearly anything, really. Nie Mingjue, taking Lan Xichen as the confident Nie Huaisang asked that he be, admitted to him one day that he is terribly worried for his brother’s future. There might be a war, he said, and Nie Mingjue could die in it and leave Nie Huaisang alone to lead their sect before his time. Nie Mingjue confessed he is terrified that the elders of their clan won’t respect Nie Huaisang because his mother was of lesser birth, that some of their cousins will attempt to rob him of his birthright, that even if he becomes sect leader he will not be respected and some people will try to take advantage of his inexperience. So Nie Mingjue pushes his brother as hard as he can, demanding more efforts, more results, but it is all in vain because Nie Huaisang has stubbornly decided he isn’t good at anything that matters, and refuses to try anymore.

It was a terrible argument they had that day, Nie Mingjue said. And then, proving all his fears right, Nie Huaisang nearly died after running away and catching a fever, showing to all his future enemies how vulnerable a target he would be without Nie Mingjue to protect him. At the same time, that Nie Huaisang was ready to run away showed that he took it to heart every time he was scolded for not doing more, and now Nie Mingjue doesn’t know how to handle him anymore.

After Nie Mingjue confided in him this way, Lan Xichen promised he would look after Nie Huaisang, no matter what. It is part of the deal, as far as he’s concerned, because spouses must support one another, but also…

Lan Xichen is quickly becoming quite fond of this pair of brothers. Having been lonely for so long, he finds joy in the closeness they share, no matter how strained it might be at times. It is clear to him that Nie Mingjue loves his brother, though he struggles to show it when he has so much on his mind, and Nie Huaisang feels the same, to the point it was inconceivable for him to marry someone who wouldn’t be friendly with Nie Mingjue.

“Nie gongzi, you’ve done all you could for that statue,” Lan Xichen says, grabbing Nie Huaisang by the waist and pulling him down from the pedestal.

Nie Huaisang squeaks in surprise, fighting for a second before going rigid with fear as Lan Xichen puts him down. His face is a bright crimson when he looks up at Lan Xichen, who wonders whether that’s anger at being manhandled this way, but the other Nie just start laughing at his expression.

“Don’t seduce my brother like that, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue scolds, more of a joke than a real warning. “Look at him, he’s two heartbeat from asking for your hand now.”

Amazingly, Nie Huaisang manages to blush an even brighter colour, and leaps away from Lan Xichen. Nie Mingjue laughs again, apparently content with his brother’s perceived crush. Perceived, or real. Lan Xichen isn’t really sure what goes on in Nie Huaisang’s mind. He can feel is never ending flood of belief, the undercurrent of fear, but no particular affection so far. Then again, with fear that strong, it would be hard for any other emotion to flourish. Lan Xichen hasn’t wanted to talk directly about their situation yet, assuming that Nie Huaisang might want the illusion that this is all perfectly normal, but he’s rethinking that strategy. It is clear that Nie Huaisang, for whatever reason, is immune to the narrative that Lan Xichen created for his sake, so why not talk about it openly? If it can make Nie Huaisang any less afraid…

That is a problem for later. Right now, the temple is as clean as can be achieved with what little time they have available, so Nie Mingjue conducts the ceremonies necessary to consecrate the temple again, and invites Lan Xichen to inhabit again this place dedicated to him. Incense is put to burn for him, offerings are left on the altar, thanks and prayers are presented to him. Even Nie Mingjue, so openly reluctant to believe that there was any divine intervention to help his brother survive in the mountain, does provide a small stream of belief, hinting at a mind just as strong as his brother’s. Lan Xichen hopes that they can truly become friends over time, though he is unsure that’s possible with the lies he’s had to weave so he could fulfill Nie Huaisang’s request.

Still, there’s no harm in trying. If Lan Xichen is to spend one lifetime as a mortal, he wants to make the best of it, not only as a god in need of believers, but also as a person left alone far too long.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #that's not the tag I've used before but it'll do until I can find the right one again #Anonymous #xisang wishes au

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ THE FIGHT ❜

Second chapter of ‘Someone you loved’ with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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One of the good things that has to be Bishop's daughter is that Taza spoils you whenever. This time, he has let you destroy a car of the scrapping, feeling how stressed you have been for the last few days. While another party is happening in the clubhouse, Leti and Gabriela accompany you through the main alley, to the farthest part of the scrap. Carrying a baseball bat in your right hand, you find an old SUV perfectly parked and ready for you. Wearing a pair of glasses and covering your hands with big gloves, the show starts while the girls drink beer and listen to your misery.

“I fucking hate him!” You scream full of rage, hitting the pilot window.

It crashes into small pieces falling to gravel on the floor. Turning at them, you raise both arms at both sides of your body.

“Can you really fucking believe it? He fucking came to me! To ask me for advice to date that… fucking bitch!” This time, you smash the rearview mirror with all your strength, beating it until it's unfixable. “I'm in front of you, man! What the fuck is wrong with you? How you didn't fucking notice my feelings?!”

You're breathing fast, hitting the pilot door several times, drawing a big dent on it. They agree with you. Everybody in the crowded yard knows about the fact that you love him, and not because you said so. But because it is obvious. Turning to the hood of the car, you grab the bat with both hands to slam it into the windshield, using all the rage running through your veins.

“Good luck catching a STD, you fucking asshole!”

Pulling back the bat, you take off the whole glass, throwing it onto the floor to jump over it repeatedly.

“I don't give a fuck about your feelings, or about your fucking love! I don't want to be your fucking friend anymore!”

The headlights explode into thousands of small pieces too with two loud roars.

“FUCK YOU, MICHAEL ARiza…” Your voice gets low as soon as you turn around again, to find him some steps away from you.

The girls turn confused too, until they see him keeping his hands in his pockets. Leti and Gabriela run away without saying a single world, in the meantime that you take off the glasses covering your eyes. Tossing down the bat, you heavily gulp. Riz takes a look at the car, before licking his lips slowly. Wanting to say something, but he can't barely breathe.

“It's not what it looks like”. You whisper terrified.

Of course, you couldn't stop being his friend if he doesn't love you back.

“Were you talking with them about what I asked you?” His voice sounds hurt, with a sorrowful gesture on his face. “I… trusted you something… personal and you told them about it?”

“I'm so—sorry, Riz, I di—”. You take a step ahead, interrupting your words, when he takes one backward.

“It's good to see that you don't care about me”.

“Don't say that. It's not true”.

“Then… why is this show about?”

Silence. You are at a crossroads. But every road leads you to lose him.

“I can't… tell you”.

Pursing his lips, he just nods. You don't even know what he has heard, but you're not going to ask him. This just could turn the situation into something worse. But he's leaving you there, alone, and you feel already as if you were dead inside.

“I love you”. You utter without thinking, but he doesn't stop his legs. “I REALLY DO!”

Nothing. You have told him these same words a lot of times, and doesn't have any value for him as you're trying to show him.

“Some… Sometimes…” Having a deep breath, you let yourself go. “SOMETIMES I HEAR YOUR VOICE NOTES WHEN I'M SAD!”

Your lungs are emptied after yelling at him. Your throat is ripped, and it stings a little, but at least he has turned around.

“Shit…” You mumble ashamed, when you see him coming back.

Swallowing your saliva, you place both hands crossed on your chest on the sides of your body, slightly raised up. Some tears falling down, seeing the confused gesture on him.

“I don't know when it happened… I just fell in love with you, Riz… I'm sorry. I tried to push… these feelings away, because I didn't want to lose you. You're my best friend. I can't imagine a day without you”. Confessing it is like taking off all the weight on your shoulders, but stabbing your heart at the same time. “I… I don't know what you have heard, but I don't… really mean that… Of course I care about you, about your feelings… I'm happy because you're happy. And I… I would never leave you just… just because you don't feel the same things I feel”.

Riz is staring at you in silence while you, practically, are putting all your shit over the table. Opening up your chest and showing him your worst fears. What gives you nightmares every single night, since Elisa came to Santo Padre. Hardly sniffing and rubbing your nose with the sleeve cuff of your hoodie, you shrug scared to death. You don't know what else you can say to make him understand why you are so angry.

“So, all those things you said in the Templo… Were you talking about me?” His tone of voice is shaking slightly, raising a hand to highlight the past. You nod.

“Since… some months ago, every time you go for a run, I write you a letter”. Confessing, you grab your phone from your pocket to show them to him, but Michael raises again his hand to stop you.

Being aware that he doesn't want to read them, literally breaks your heart. Not because of all the time you have spent on writing them, but all the things you have written on them; all your feelings, all your memories, all your fears, all the things you love about him. Hoping that, maybe, one day he would read them. Grabbing a fold of your hoodie, you put the phone inside of the pocket again, using your free hand.

“I will understand if you… pull yourself away from me. I don't… want to cause you any trouble wi—”.

“Stop talking, please”. Riz interrupts you shaking his hands raised up some inches away from his chest.

Pressing your lips, you nod in silence again, clearing the tears in your cheeks.

“Why didn't you tell me before?”

“For what, Michael? You and me, this is not gonna happen”. You reply, pointing at the distance between both with your forefingers, feeling how you break a little more. “We ain't made for each other”.

“Is that what you think? Then, why is it supposed that we're friends, if we don't complete the other?”

“Things are very different. It's not the same to be your friend than to be your… girlfriend”.

His phone starts to ring. Saved by the bell. Answering the call, he just listens, not uttering a single word. But when he hangs up, Riz takes a step ahead.

“I got to go, b—”.

“It's okay”. You whisper crossing your arms and bowing down your head for a second. “I didn't mean to hurt you. And I'm sorry for fucking up our friendship”.

“You didn't”.

“You're just saying that because I'm fucked enough tonight, but I will not blame you when you start to act differently with me”.

“Listen, we will be friends forever, no one will change that. And this… conversation it's not finished”.

“Okay”. You reply shrugging listlessly, trying to stop crying, even if you know it's going to be the last time you're going to be alone.

Watching him leave the scrapping is the most hard and painful goodbye you have ever experienced. And you want to run after him. Beg him to not push you away. Ask him to forgive you. But your legs don't receive the orders from your brain, because you know you have already lost him.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #mayans mc #riz ariza x reader #michael riz ariza x reader #riz ariza #michael riz ariza

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