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iceunhie · 8 months

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voicelines about you: as their lover !

featuring: imbibitor lunae, jing yuan, gepard. (+ jingliu and kafka)

notes: headcanons! some might be ooc HELP. i couldn't resist writing for hsr man… also jingliu and kafka sneak bc mmm i love morally questionable women 🤩. gn!reader. reader is not trailblazer. some fluff, some angst (?) kinda. reblogs are very much appreciated!

Imbibitor Lunae (Danheng IL)

About [Name]: They're one of the few people who's never condemned me for Danfeng's sins, nor ever tried to get me to own up to them. Their presence is very comforting to me. My lover? *coughs* Y-yes, they are.

About [Name]: Selfies Aside from March, [Name] always seems to ask me to take photos with their camera. Hm? No, I don't really mind. If it makes them feel happy, then that's enough reason for me to agree.

About [Name]: Photo Albums [Name] made an Express photo album with March yesterday. Yeah, pictures of our adventures and memories, according to them. It's in the Data Bank, so just ask me if you want to take a look at it.

Gepard Landau

About [Name]: [Name] is the most amazing individual I've met. Their determination and their will to pursue their goals to the fullest… I'm proud to call them my lover. Oh, ah… Was that too forward?

About [Name]: Lending a Hand Oftentimes, Serval asks [Name] to help her carry some things for her workshop. Although the times I get to personally help out are rare due to my duties, I still make it a point to support them by asking the Silvermane Guards to keep an eye out for them and help carry my sister's things for them if it's too heavy. Of course. They're always my top priority.

About Serval: Nagging Every time Serval stops by my post, it usually means [Name]'s run into some difficulties, which I try to help them out in. While her telling me about my lover's state is greatly appreciated, she always nags and teases me being a fool for them and… *sigh* No, it's alright, really. I'm thankful that my sister cares about [Name] and goes out of her way to talk to them for me. Still, I do hope her nagging would decrease next time.

Jing Yuan

About [Name]: Hm? [Name]? Yes, they're indeed my lover. Hehe, now that you've brought them up, I should go look for them. I'm afraid I've grown so used to the feeling of laying my head on their lap that no other pillow can suffice. Ah, what a predicament…

About [Name]: Spending Time Together While I do enjoy dozing off, [Name] makes a point to let me rest at a more appropriate place, instead of at the Seat of The Divine Foresight, buried under a mountain of paperwork. Oftentimes, I do as they say, but when I'm not and just craving their presence… Heh, now that's another matter entirely.

(BONUS! - Yanqing's Voiceline) About [Name]: Oh, [Name]? They always give me some extra allowance for buying swords, buying me sweets and food I like… Of course I won't say no to that! Sometimes, them being with me when I'm being scolded by the General for my expenses helps a lot. Probably because they're the only one the General can't say no to.

Jingliu

About [Name]: ….Do you really think you have the right to know about them? This is a warning. Try to ask again and perhaps you'll be faced with the end of my blade as my answer.

About [Name]: Soothed The whispers of the marastruck, succumbing to the Abundance… They are the only one able to calm the storm of my thoughts. For that, I am grateful for their patience and their kindness.

(BONUS 2! - Jing Yuan's Voiceline) About Name: While Master's current state is one of irreparable damage, at the very least… She has someone to hold onto while she grapples with the curse of mara. Even if I don't quite believe she's the Jingliu I knew from before, I know that her feelings for [Name] are sincere. I just hope she doesn't end up hurting them in the process.

Kafka

About [Name]: Aha, now thats a question I didn't expect to hear from you. My lover? Yes, [Name] is that to me. I very much enjoy their love and affection, you know. Even if it isn't on the script, I'd still mention them. Quite romantic of me, no?

About [Name]: Trophy They always, always chide me about me ruining my velvet coats when we finish up a script. What's wrong with a little blood? I keep most of them as trophies. There's one I'm especially fond of, too. They think it's rather embarassing that I keep the coat from the time they got injured on the job. Although the stains have long since turnt black, there's still a faint scent of iron in it. Hm? What do I mean by that? Heh, let's just say I don't take any harm coming to [Name] lightly. While they call it a reminder of their lack of caution, I'd rather call it a little show of my affection~

About [Name]: Destiny's Course Elio refused to tell me about what my future with them would be, saying that the path in that choice is quite difficult to discern, and I think it's for the best. I suppose if [Name] decided to leave the Stellaron Hunters, hm, would locking them up till they can't leave me anymore suffice….? Haha, just kidding. I wouldn't let them leave in the first place.

#dan heng #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #dan heng x reader #gepard landau #gepard x you #hsr gepard #gepard x reader #gepard x gender neutral reader #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #jingliu x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan x reader #imbibitor lunae #mhie's spirals

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xxsp3llb0undxx · 10 months

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The Pack Imprint

Fem!Reader x Uley Pack {2.9k}

Requested - Unknown

Summary: Reader is Bella Swan's neighbour, having lived beside the Swan's her whole life. The once close pair, now hate each other all because of the group of shifters that reside in the rainy state of Forks, Washington.

WARNINGS: BELLA SLANDER // SWEARING // NOT PROOF READ

Forks, Washington - February 19th 2005

It had been a month since Bella came back to town, she was the centre of the school gossip, everyone trying to either be her friend or get a date with her. All but one person - Y/n L/n. Bella and Y/n grew up together, they were childhood friends along side Jacob Black. But after her parents divorced and she went to live with her mom, Bella had grown distant with the young girl she once saw as a sister. Two letters a week turned into one a month, which then turned into nothing. Y/n was heartbroken, her best friend had up and left. Jacob tried to be around more often but with school on the res and his dad nagging at him to help around the house, he couldn't fit Y/n into his schedule. Which in turn, made the pair grown apart from each other as well. That was until she came back.

The last month in Forks had been hell. Everywhere Y/n went, whispers about the Swan girl being back was all she heard. Every time she would enter through the school door the chatter about her once best friend would swarm through the halls, Y/n had enough. She was sick and tired of always hearing about her, Bella this and Bella that - it was giving her a headache. Jessica and Angela had gave Y/n's seat at the lunch table away to Bella, that was until she started sitting with the Cullens. It was infuriating, she's been back a month and she's already pining after the only Cullen available, it was pathetic. Bella was like a plague coming to ruin Y/n's life all over again, but she wouldn't allow it to affect her.

When lunch came around, Y/n found an empty table near the back of the cafeteria. Jessica and Angela tried to invite her back to their table but all they were met with was Y/n's middle finger held up in front of their faces, the two girls turned and walked away but not without Jessica muttering a not so quiet 'bitch' under her breath. Y/n had enough of Jessica's shit; the sly things she'd say about everyone, how she would point out peoples insecurities and worst of all - how she victimised herself all the goddamn time. Y/n had got up out of her seat, the screech from the metal legs dragging against the floor grabbed the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. "Hey Jess?" Before the girl could respond, Y/n had grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back - the scream she let out was loud, almost deafening the Cullens; who were on the other side of the cafeteria. "Don't you ever call me a bitch again, do you hear me? I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. You just never learn to fucking shut up." With that said, Y/n had let go of her and walked out the double doors leading into the parking lot of the school.

The Cullens had watched the whole thing unfold, Bella clinging onto Edward's arm saying she was scared. Emmett had the biggest grin on his face, he was enjoying himself too much, quiet little Y/n had turned out to be a badass and Emmett loved it. Rose had to stop her mate from joining in, a firm grip on his bicep - enough to hurt anyone that wasn't a vampire. Alice, knowing what would happen, had excused herself before the fight broke out. She wanted to see if Y/n was alright, so the pixie like vampire had decided to wait beside Y/n's car, hoping she would show up soon. But she didn't, at least not for awhile. Alice had gotten tired of waiting, she turned to leave when she heard the car door behind her shut with a soft click. Before she could do anything, the car had reversed and turned out the parking lot - heading as far away from the gates of Forks Highschool.

March 5th 2005

It had been at least a week since the whole incident between Y/n and Jessica. No one had seen or heard off Y/n, people had started to spread rumours around saying she was expelled or she had ran away after what she had done but none of it was true, only no one would really know the truth at least not yet. Bella had rang Jacob after it had turned into two weeks of not seeing Y/n, at first the young wolf sounded unfazed, like he didn't care but in truth, it was all an act. He knew about what had happened, he heard it straight from the horses mouth the day it all occurred. Y/n had drove all the way to Jacob's house, he was in the garage when he head the screech of tires pulling up in front of his house. He had poked his head out the garage door to see who it was, not really in the mood for anyone to come rushing into his house when he was busy. The sight of a distraught Y/n had panicked the poor boy, he rushed over to her scanning her body for any signs of injury but he turned up with nothing. Y/n was on the verge of tears, he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. Jacob brought her in to his arms, the warmth radiating off of him helped calm the girl down a little though she was still shaking.

Y/n had brought Jacob up to date with what had happened, he was proud of her for finally standing up to Jessica but he was also upset that it had to get to this point for Y/n to finally step up and confront her about it. Y/n had stayed with Jacob and his dad for the last couple weeks, begging them to not send her back there. A couple weeks had then turned into a month, Jacob had started to ignore everyone and started to hang out with Sam Uley and his little pack of mutts. Y/n wasn't having it, she was sick and tired of waiting for Jacob to come home but he never did, no matter how many times Y/n had asked Billy where Jacob had disappeared to he never told her. She waited for as long as she could until it was too much, she had trekked all the way over to Sam's place; her hands clenched and face red hot with anger. She was going to get her answers one way or another.

When Y/n had made it to Sam's house, Bella just so happened to be there too. Her fiery orange truck parked in the drive. There was a indescribable feeling in the pit of Y/n's stomach, a mixture between anxiety and full blown hatred. She stomped her way over to the group, Sam was telling Bella to leave but she wasn't having any of it, like always. Paul was the first to notice Y/n, her h/l h/c whipping around with the wind. Before he could tell Sam she was here, Bella had shouted at him. "What did you do to him? He didn't want this. He just up and left without telling me anything because he's scared of you." Paul had laughed at Bella, Jacob wasn't scared of anyone and yet she still thought that. Paul was calm until Bella had gone and slapped him across the face, she clutched her hand to her chest, it was surely broken after that hit. Paul had started to shake violently, Sam had pushed Bella back telling her to back away whilst simultaneously trying to get Paul to calm down. Y/n had the dumbest idea ever, we all must admit she's not the smartest. She had slowly started to step towards Paul right as he had shifted.

Bella's screaming could be heard but that didn't bother Y/n, what did though was the huge dark silver furred wolf right in front of her. It's teeth bared, snarling at her. Though, she felt no fear. Her hand slowly reached up and gently lay upon it's muzzle. The wolf huffed, he wasn't entirely trusting the girl in front of him but he also felt no fear towards her. He looked into her e/c and everything stilled. The noise around him had calmed, all he could focus on was her. Paul felt like the centre of the earth had shifted, like he was finally where he was meant to be. Before he knew it, he had shifted back. Y/n's body flush against his own, protecting him from the eyes around them. Soon enough, a blanket had been given to him to cover up until he was able to make it back to the house and put a new set of clothes on. Paul was confused, how was he able to imprint on Y/n when he had already imprinted on Rachel, Jacob's sister?

After the events of earlier today, Bella had told Jacob to never speak to her again and she left, just like that. Jacob was sat on the steps of Sam's porch, he just wanted to be alone but he knew that was impossible. Jacob felt a shift of weight beside him, he turned his head and saw Y/n wrapped up in one of Emily's blankets, she must've given Y/n the blanket to stay warm. Jacob threw his arm over the smaller girl, the warm his body provided her, soothed the chill that made a home in her bones. "You know, Bella doesn't deserve you Jake. You're too good for her." They both sat there in silence for awhile, the soft chime of the trees rustling in the wind settling in to the comfortable silence around them. The door to Sam's house opened, revealing the older male. "Come inside, we're having a pack meeting." The pair looked at each other before Jacob got up and walked inside, leaving Y/n to sit on her own to watch the trees dance around in the soft breeze.

Inside Sam's house, the pack was all sat around in his living room. Embry, Paul, Jared and Quil were sat on the sofa, Leah and Seth took up the two arm chairs while Sam and Jacob were stood; everyone waiting for Sam to start the meeting. "We all witnessed what happened between Paul and Y/n earlier, Paul imprinted for the second time. What we need to figure out is why that happened." All eyes were on Paul, he felt smug about having two imprintee's but it felt wrong, as if he were betraying Rachel. The meeting had gone on for the last hour, the pack had decided to try and see if they would all imprint or if it was only Paul to be lucky enough to have two imprintee's. The pack had left the house, Y/n completely unaware of what was about to happen. Jacob held his hand out to Y/n, pulling her up on her feet and leading her over to the small field where Paul had initially shifted. "I need you to be as calm as possible, okay? We need to see if what happened to Paul earlier will happen to all of us, I promise I will explain it all later." Y/n only nodded her head, giving Jacob the all clear.

The pack had lined up beside each other, Paul was the first to shift. He felt all the feelings from earlier flood back, his heart pounded as he stepped closer to Y/n. She reached out to run her fingers through this fur, earning a soft grunt from the silver wolf. Next was Embry, he was scared to look up at Y/n, he felt sick to his stomach; what if he didn't imprint? Y/n took careful steps to Embry, his fur was gray with black spots; he was slightly smaller than Paul. Y/n crouched down to be eye level with the gray wolf, his eye's locked with hers and it was like his whole body was set alight. Slight tingles coursed through his bones, he felt complete. Embry nuzzled into Y/n, small giggles erupted from the girl, the sound was like wind chimes clashing together. Embry left with Paul to shift back and change back into their clothes. Quil and Jared were next, Quil's wolf had chocolate brown fur while Jared had light brown fur with black markings around his eyes. The pair had imprinted instantly, their tails wagging behind them as they accepted the affection off their imprintee. Seth had imprinted fairly easy, though he was still scared. The sandy brown furred wolf cowered at the attention of his imprint, too overwhelmed by the feelings bubbling inside him. The young wolf left as quickly as possible, wanting to shift back and put this behind him for now.

Leah imprinted soon after Seth, she finally knew what it was like to have someone meant for her. The tingling coursing through her body was welcomed, Leah stayed beside Y/n refusing to leave the girls side. She would not leave her imprint, not now - not ever. Jacob and Sam were the only ones left, they had decided to shift at the same time, afraid of being rejected. Sam was a black furred wolf, he was like a shadow while Jacob was a rusty brown colour, almost like Seth. Sam was the first to look up at Y/n, her e/c stared straight back at him. His heart was pounding in his ears, he didn't feel anything at first. He knew what it was like to imprint and yet, he felt nothing. Sam was about to give up and just walk away, until Y/n sat in front of him and ran her fingers through his fur, an electric shot went straight though him. Images flashed behind his eyes, growing old with her, having a family of their own, loving her till his very last breath. Sam now had two imprintee's, what was he going to tell Emily? The black furred wolf walked off towards the house, his ears pinned against his head.

Jacob still had his head pointed down, his eyes trained on the dirt under his paws. "Jake? Look at me, please." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Jacob listed his head, his pupils blew as images of them laughing together, cooking dinner together, messing around with the pack flashed before his eyes. It was like his ears were flooded with water, he knew he would do anything, be anything for her. His whole world was centred around Y/n and what their life would be like together. A blanket of warmth wrapped itself around his heart, he felt content knowing his best friend would be his forever.

Once everyone had shifted back and back in their clothes, they had all settled in to the living room. Y/n sat on the sofa, squished between Jacob and Leah, while Seth sat in front of her on the floor; his back pressed against her legs. Paul and Jared were fighting over what to watch, while Quil and Embry made popcorn for everyone. Sam was the only one missing, he was sat in his shared bedroom with Emily. They were arguing, everyone could hear it. "Is it my fault? Them fighting, I mean." Y/n felt guilty, she didn't want to tear apart Sam's relationship, she would gladly show herself out if it wasn't for Jacob and Leah physically holding her in place. Paul was the first to say anything, he had crouched in front of the sofa, his hand linked with hers. "Hey.. it's not your fault doll face, no one could've seen this happening. You are our imprint, you are what matters the most to us, it could never be your fault, okay?" Paul kissed Y/n's knuckles, his lips ever so lightly grazing her skin. She sniffled slightly as she nodded her head. Y/n couldn't have been more happy to have the pack, she finally felt loved and included for once. The rest of the night consisted of watching random movies and eating too much junk, Y/n had passed out on Leah's shoulder after the second movie had started. She was soon followed by the rest of the pack, all spread out in the living room. Seth cuddling into Y/n's leg, Jacob flung half on Y/n while Leah was now hanging off the sofa, Paul laying beside Seth on the floor; his head on Seth's arm. Jared and Embry passed out on the arm chairs, their bodies thrown across them like they were dolls tossed to the side. Quil was the only normal one out the bunch, he was cuddled into a blanket away from everyone else, a pillow under his head as he snored.

Y/n had made a family for life, she would not give this up for anything.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #the cullen family #quileute #sam uley #jacob black #paul lahote #jared cameron #quil ateara #embry call #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #emily young

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slutforsnow · 4 months

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Skin Don't Matter To Me

Quick a/n before the fic gets started; I am SO SO SORRY to those who were upset/uncomfortable/angry that I made the original billy x black!reader a former slave!reader. I didn't think. I shouldn't have been up at 1am writing. It was horrid and a terrible decision on my end. Forgive me or not, is entirely up to you. Ty to the anons who called me out for it and made me realize it was wrong to do that, biracial or not. I hope you can forgive me 🫂

Tw/CW: insecurities, anxiety, racism is brought up (not comments, just behavior).

Summary: Reader gets insecure about her relationship with Billy after seeing some girls flirt with him.

It was a chill Saturday evening in the saloon as patrons drank, played poker, and chatted absent-mindly. It was an easy night, for sure, aside from a few drunken snide comments made towards reader, but she shrugged them off. After all, she wasn't getting paid to fight the customers.

As she hummed and wiped down the bar, which was currently empty, she stopped midway to wipe some sweat off her face—reader loves her afro, and has no problems pulling it back so she didn't sweat to death while she worked, but some nights it was just too hot and having so many people out and about the saloon was making it harder to deal with.

Her dark skin shone in sweat as she worked but didn't complain. She had to make a livin' somehow, and she wasn't gonna do that by moanin' and groanin'.

As she resumed her work, she flashed a smile towards her boyfriend as he played poker. He was in his favorite seat, watching her work as he placed his bets and ignored the other girls hitting on him and trying to get his attention. He was technically working as well—he and his boys were security for the saloon because some of the customers were still quite horrid to the folks of color who worked, especially the women. They'd try to threaten y/n but were often silenced or kicked out by Billy and his men.

Y/n and Billy had been dating for 2 years, despite the ups and downs of him being a cowboy and the racism she'd face for being a black woman.

As she worked, still humming, she caught sight of some white girls being all touchy and whispering things in his ear. She bit her tongue as to not cause a scene and focused on continuing to grab glasses and wipe down tables.

'He'd never leave me. He's said that,' She thought to herself as a reminder that Billy would never leave her for some white girl. She was his, and he was hers. Yet, despite the constant love and affection he would give her, she still got that nagging fear that he would leave her.

A few hours later, Y/n's shift had ended and the couple were headed back home to the ranch that they bought with their savings over the course of their relationship. Y/n was silent the whole way home, which made Billy worry that he did something wrong.

"Darlin' did I do somethin' wrong?" He asked, setting his hat on a hook by the door as he shut the door behind him.

A lump formed in her throat and she sighed, knowing he'd keep asking if she said nothing.

"It wasn't you, Billy it... it's just my fears," She answered, trying to dismiss her fears.

"Well, what's wrong? It won't go away unless you talk to me."

Damn his smooth and relaxing tone- she didn't want to talk about it, afraid it would turn into an argument about his loyalties but he was so understanding that she knew she she couldn't hide it from him.

"Those... those damn whores that keep touchin' on you like you're not taken," She told him, sighing. "I know it's probably stupid or somethin-"

"Oh thank the Lord, I was hoping you'd bring this up," He breathed out, letting out a relaxed laugh and earning a perplexed look from y/n.

"...What?"

"I've been wanting to tell you about that. I never wanted to stress you out, but I hate, and I mean absolutely fuckin' hate when they do that. It gets so annoyin', I tell them I'm taken and to back off, but do they listen? No." As Billy continued to ramble about how he hated the other women touching and talking to him like he wasn't a taken man, she smiled.

He was so vocal about how much he hated it when they touched and flirted with him that it eased her worried soul and she hugged him tightly.

Fucking hell, she loves this man so much.

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heyiwrotesomethings · 10 months

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Oh!!! It's a good thing I was staying up late or else I might've missed this!! (Oh god this got a lil long, I'm so sorry ajdgskahd)

Using she/her, how about a kakegurui one where R(eader) is a relative of Yumeko's, maybe her sister (or cousin could work too), and it's like. Yumeko's the fun loving one, her canon sister I imagine is the calm one, and R is like the angry takes no shit from anyone type, and she's there to watch over Yumeko's trouble attracting ass to keep her inline, so to focus on that, she doesn't gamble (Yumeko does enough of that for both of them) but now that's making trouble turn to R instead in the form of an infuriating Kirari, R like back talks to her and would probably bite a hand that gets too close if she has to, and when Kirari in one (underhanded) way or another manages to corner R into a gambling match with some poor soul so Kirari can observe her, R shows that she's just as good and insane as her relatives (though calms down faster?) , aaaahh I don't know what else to add on or how to end this, can't think much this late so here you go!! I hope you have fun!!

The Jabami Blood Flows

Jabami Sister Reader, Yumeko Jabami and Kirari Momobami (Platonic)

A/N: Here it is! Sorry I didn’t really get into the gamble. I couldn’t make myself research exactly how craps works and I’m not smart enough to calculate any math or cheats. The canon gambling timeline might be a little messed up too because it’s been awhile… But I think I captured the spirit of what you were asking for. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,523

(Y/n) couldn’t remember what life was like when her parents were alive, nor could she really remember what her oldest sister Souko was like before Yumeko had to send her away to live in that special hospital. All she knew was that life as a Bami was eat or be eaten, take or be taken from, and she hated it.

When Yumeko told (Y/n) of her plans to transfer to Hyakkaou, she was dead set against her going. That was where she went to school, Momobami Kirari. The one who had a hand in their older sister’s decline in mental health along with their own aunt. However, nothing that she said to Yumeko could get her to change her mind. So (Y/n) did what any good and responsible sister would do and filled out her own transfer papers so she could tag along.

It was difficult keeping track of Yumeko when they were two years apart, especially when the middle school was in a separate wing of the sprawling building.

But after she had heard about Yumeko becoming a house pet within the first week, (Y/n) had nearly blown a gasket. In retaliation, she quickly sized up the casino disguised as a school and realized the students could do basically whatever they wanted. (Y/n) was disciplined, a diligent worker and good student, so she got all of her schoolwork ahead of time and did it at home so she could keep an eye on Yumeko throughout the day.

She allowed Yumeko to take part in the Debt Swapping Game to undo the damage she had done to herself and her “new friend” Saotome, but after that (Y/n) was all over her… not that her nagging was very affective, unfortunately.

“You’re so cute when you pout!” Yumeko gushed, squeezing (Y/n)’s cheeks.

(Y/n) grabbed her sister’s wrists and groaned, “Neesan, I’m serious! No more gambling! We have the money, pay off the debt so you can stop wearing that ridiculous tag!”

“Sweet little sister, always looking out for me. You don’t worry so much, okay? I want to keep this tag just for awhile longer.”

“Why? It makes no sense, people treat you worse than an animal!” (Y/n) only got more upset the longer this conversation dragged on, “Get rid of it!”

“I’m not going to do that,” Yumeko smiled, somehow so carefree, “it makes for some really interesting gambles!”

“You’re so stupid!” (Y/n) suddenly yelled, finally shocking the smile off of Yumeko’s face, replaced by mild surprise, “It’s like you want to end up like Oneesan, you want to leave me all alone!”

“(Y/n)—“ Yumeko reached out her hand to (Y/n) but she ran passed her and kept running until she found an empty classroom to cry in.

She couldn’t cry forever though, and soon fell into a quiet, simmering anger that began to boil the more she thought about how their lives had come to this.

“Momobami Kirari.” She hissed hatefully. She ruined Souko and was in the process of taking Yumeko away from her too. Well, (Y/n) wasn’t going to standby quietly.

She wiped her eyes and and stood up, tromping through the halls, she followed the signs until she came to the Student Council room and without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open with a loud thump, making the pair that resided within look up.

“You can’t just charge in here like that!” Sayaka was quick to reprimand.

But Kirari put up a hand, “Don’t be troubled, Sayaka. It’s just one of my dear little cousins paying me a visit. I’d recognize a Jabami anywhere. Care for tea, (Y/n)? I haven’t seen you since you were quite small, you’ve grown a lot.”

“Jabami…” Sayaka’s mood soured a bit more. One Jabami was already one snake too many.

“And you look very cute in the middle school uniform.” Kirari continued on, tilting her head towards Sayaka, “I remember your middle school days Sayaka, you looked very cute in that uniform too, although this one is nice as well.” She tugged on the hem of Sayaka’s jacket for emphasis.

“Thah- thank you, President.” And like that, Sayaka was subdued, but still a little wary of their impromptu guest.

“I don’t want your stupid tea, or small talk!” (Y/n) yelled. “I want you to get rid of the house pet system!”

“You can’t just storm in here and demand such a thing!” Sayaka bristled.

“Ah, is Yumeko refusing to pay off her debt?” Kirari sat back in her chair slightly, “Unfortunately for you, I’m not inclined to accept your request. Your sister is just too fun to watch.”

“I hate you!” (Y/n) seethed, Kirari’s eyes widened, but it was clear amusement rather than surprise at the outburst, “I hate what the Bami clan is under your rule! If it was someone else— if things could have been different— My parents would be alive, Souko wouldn’t be in the hospital and you wouldn’t be trying to take Yumeko from me right now! I hate gambling! I hate that when people gamble, they are risking the happiness of people they are supposed to care about too! I hate you for pitting everyone against each other all the time! You have the power to stop all this before we all destroy each other for good, but you don’t use it, and I despise you for it!”

“Oh my,” Kirari cupped her between her thumb and index fingers, “so much resentment for a girl so young. Are you sure you aren’t Saotome’s little sister?” She chuckled.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Is it not? I find it a bit amusing at least. For someone with Jabami blood flowing through her veins, you are very adamantly going against your nature. It’s interesting. You might be one to watch as well.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think Yumemi has plans for your sister today. You might want to start making your way to the auditorium to cheer her on.” Kirari said instead, steepling her fingers in front of her coral blue lips.

A look of realization and then dread fell over (Y/n)’s face. She gave Kirari one more glare, then bolted from the student council room.

“What a rude girl!” Sayaka huffed. “Has she no respect for upperclassmen at all?”

“Easy Sayaka,” Kirari soothed with a teasing lilt, “I think my week just became a little more interesting.”

***

In the days after Yumeko’s admittedly unique gamble against Yumemi, (Y/n) had taken to giving her dear older sister the cold shoulder. It made Yumeko sad and pouty of course, but until she could promise (Y/n) that she was done gambling for good, (Y/n) refused to talk to her. She started going back to her classes like normal instead of following her sister around and did her best not to think about all the bad situations Yumeko could be putting herself through.

But she couldn’t ignore her sister for long, not when an unfamiliar upperclassman came to her classroom to summon her for a gamble. Apparently, Yumeko had got herself in a lot more trouble than (Y/n) had dared thought possible, or so the house pet had claimed.

“Where is she? Yumeko!” (Y/n) ran into the room, only turning around when she heard the door lock behind her. “Hey! What are you doing? Open the door!”

“That was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”

(Y/n) whipped her head to the back of the room to see a tired looking upperclassman, another house pet, sitting at a fancy craps table in front of a large mirror that almost took up the whole wall.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to get back at Jabami for what she and Saotome did to me at that damn debt swapping game. You’re her little sister, right? What am I saying, of course you are.”

“What do you want? Who are you?” (Y/n) asked defensively.

“Kiwatari Jun.” The upperclassman answered with a smirk, “And I’m gonna turn you into a house pet.”

“Like hell you are. You can’t force someone into a gamble unless they are part of the council. Unlock the door.” (Y/n) commanded, but Jun chuckled darkly.

“You’re right, I can’t make you do anything, but the door is locked from the outside, and I don’t have the key.”

“Then I guess we’re just stuck here forever until we die.” (Y/n) hotly retorted.

“Not the case,” he knocked on the mirror behind him. “See this, it’s a one way window. People can see us, but we can’t see them. Once we gamble, someone will come and let us out.”

“I’m not going to gamble you.”

“You will. Word is your sister is going on a gambling tear without you yapping in her ear. She’s got a real big gamble coming up today with that crazy Beautification Committee officer. You know, the one who likes swinging a gun around.”

“Yumeko already gambled her and was disappointed. She wants nothing to do with Ikishima now.” (Y/n) had really hated that gamble. It was exceedingly frightening. She was glad Yumeko had been put off by Midari’s recklessness in some shape.

“She came up with a new gamble that really has your sister going. Safe to say she’s giving her another chance. I don’t expect you to believe me, but is it really a risk your willing to take? If you aren’t there… you might not see her again.”

(Y/n)’s blood froze. She didn’t want to believe this guy, in fact, she was sure he was lying, but her fear of losing Yumeko was stronger than reason. Saving Yumeko was the only thing she could think of that was truly worth gambling for…

“What is the game?” She finally asked through gritted teeth.

“Craps,” he swept his arm over the table, “A simple dice game, what do you say?”

“I want to test the dice.”

Jun exhaled though his nose, “Not a gambler, huh? You sure seem to know what to look for.”

“When you grow up in the world that I have, you can’t help but pick up a thing or two.” (Y/n) sat down at the opposite side of the table, she could feel her heartbeat picking up like it would at the starting line of a race, or before reading a speech in class. She hated the feeling. She hated how her body loved the feeling. The excitement of doing something that felt totally crazy.

Despite not remembering her mother very well, she was definitely her daughter. That blood flowed through her veins as it did with Yumeko and Souko. A red glow briefly reflected off of her eyes.

“Are we doing this, or not?”

All of Jun’s little tricks were exposed round after round, but even if (Y/n) had let them slide, she was rolling perfectly every time, a skill she had picked up by merely watching Souko practice as a toddler, just a baby even. If she wasn’t so dead set against gambling, she could probably be making millions of yen a week. Her playing style reminded Jun more of Mary, but every once in awhile, she’d make an absolutely insane call that could only be something a Jabami would ever think to do.

It didn’t take long before all of the money the student council had leant him was on the other side of the table and with it, his dreams of freeing himself from his house pet chains. Now he was another four million yen in the hole.

“No… you’re just a snot-nosed middle schooler!” He hissed, pounding his fists against the table, making the dice and chips clink together. “I was supposed to win.”

“Idiot.” (Y/n) smirked, the red gleam appeared in her eyes once more, “Don’t you know nothing is guaranteed in gambling, nothing but disappointment for someone anyway.” She got up from her chair, not even caring to take her winnings with her. “A pity a had to lose my no gambling streak because of you. You weren’t even a challenge.”

She walked over to the door, pleased to see it was already opening in anticipation of her approach. She was a little surprised to see it was Sayaka who opened the door, however. She was even more surprised when Sayaka pulled her forward and a zapping noise met her ears, followed by a heavy object hitting the ground. She turned to see Jun curled up on the floor and saw the taser in Sayaka’s hand. He must have been coming up to attack her for humiliating him so badly.

“You never learn, do you, Kiwatari?” Sayaka tisked, “Lose with dignity for once.”

“Thank you for the show, Jabami (Y/n).” Kirari rounded the corner seconds later. She must have been watching from the other side of the glass. Suddenly this impromptu gamble was making a lot more sense. Jun didn’t seem smart enough to come up with a scheme like this himself.

“I should have paired you up with someone interesting, but I wanted to see what I was working with first. You did not disappoint. We will have to do something like this again soon.”

“No way,” (Y/n) could already feel herself coming down from the brief high of gambling a upperclassman into submission, “I’m not going to let you catch me in a position like this again. No way in hell! Yumeko isn’t even in trouble, is she?”

Kirari smiled, “No, she’s not. However, I’m sure I could make an offer or two you simply would not be able to refuse. Whether it’s to forbid your sister from gambling in this school again, ending the house pet system, dethroning me as student council president, or even as the head of the Bami clan, I’m sure we could work something out. I think it would be really exciting for us to gamble one day.”

(Y/n) hated the shiver of excitement that ran up her spine. There were a couple of options in that short list she wouldn’t mind seeing to fruition, yet she shook her head and bumped into Kirari as she passed her.

“Just stay away from me!”

“I’ll be seeing you around, (Y/n). Have a good rest of your day.” Kirari waved, watching (Y/n) stomp away with amusement.

***

“Oh, (Y/n)?” Yumeko was surprised that after days of the cold shoulder, (Y/n) had sought her out for a hug, but she was very happy for the suprise affection to say the least and instantly returned the embrace. “You’re being so sweet to me! What brought this on, I wonder?”

“Don’t gamble with Ikishima ever again, got it?” (Y/n) ordered, “And always make sure you have your phone on you so I can ask you what you’re up to, okay?”

“Okay, okay!” Yumeko giggled, “You don’t have to worry. That person you just mentioned is dead to me anyway.”

A strangled moan of Yumeko’s name could be heard in the distance, but no one acknowledged it.

“Hey,” Yumeko’s eyes lit up, “let’s go do something fun this weekend. Just you and me, anything you want, okay?”

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)’s lips and she nodded, hugging her sister tighter.

“Yeah!”

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❄️ Hi darling!

Could I please get a Bayverse DonniexFemaleReader?

Naughty list, 6 and 15.

Kink list 1, 2, 7, 11, and 14.

Thank you so much 💜💜💜

Bows & Tinsel 🔥

Where's my Donnie lovers at? Cause this one is for you. 😉 Your prize is on the bottom, love! Hope you like it. ^^

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ Only

Bondage, Dom/Sub dynamic, oral, fingering, blindfold, and praise kink.

During the holidays, Donnie usually prefers working like usual. He would work on projects for missions, or just simple side stuff that keeps his brothers at bay while he works on the main projects. Guess you can call him a "shut in," yet you don't mind it at all.

But it would affect you if he doesn't take good care of himself, like he's doing at the moment.

"Donatello, if you do not get out of that lab so help me I will drag you out myself." You half threatened as you organized some shirt boxes onto your kitchen table. The poor woman wanted to wrap some gifts for everyone and have Donnie come over to spend some time together.

But the projects he's doing have to be done. The poor guy was running to no sleep for over 24 hours and it's slowly killing you that he hasn't been taking care of himself like he's supposed to.

"But I had to-"

"No buts sir," Grabbing the roll of wrapping paper, you placed it on the table and picked up your phone. "Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be spending some time with me? I understand that the projects are important but, please, manage your time wisely."

"I'm sorry but my brain just short circuited when you said "sir," so I need you to repeat that." You could just hear him smirking through the phone and you can't help but laugh at the irony. "You know how much that gets me going."

"Well the only thing that's keeping you going is that third cup of coffee you're drinking right now." Funny enough, you could hear the poor turtle cough like he was choking on something.

"How did you know I was-"

"I know you, my love. We've been dating for two years now. If I don't know you by now, then I am living under a rock. I'm just as observant as you are."

With that you rolled out the wrapping paper, lined up the shirt box, and started cutting the paper with the scissors. Your focus was no longer apparent to the phone and tried to finish the several shirt boxes that needed to be done.

From the lab, Donnie could hear the paper being cut and he felt guilty. You both had planned to wrap gifts together and, here he was, so engrossed by work that he had forgotten about the plan you've both set up. It wasn't his fault for having seven projects in line.

"Darling, I'm sorry for forgetting. Leo has been nagging at me for not finishing this project and pretty much gave me a deadline. I don't know why he has to give me one when he has never done so in the beginning." He rambled as he heard you stop cutting. He knows how you are when you are focused on something, so he doesn't want to go into much detail when you are barely focusing on his words.

"Well, does he realize that his younger brother is lacking in sleep and food? When was the last time you ate a proper meal, baby?" She could just feel her man wince because of the pause that came after. "Donnie?"

"I had a pop tart!"

"That's not- Okay, mister, you better get your shell over here in ten minutes. If not, I am coming down there myself and giving your brother a lecture." That stern tone was evident and Donnie wasn't gonna test your authority.

Even though he's mainly the one that's in control.

With that thought in mind Donnie chuckled, he could just see you raising your brow. The woman knew that chuckle. She has heard it before and it made your heart race.

"You're so sexy when you take control like that, darling, but I think we both know who's in charge in the relationship." He smirked.

You hummed. "Right now it's me because you don't know when to take a break."

Donnie nods. "All right. You wanna act like a brat, I'll treat you like one."

"Wise words coming from someone saying it through a cellular device."

"That's it." He says as he exited out of his lab and went straight to the entrance of the lair. "If you're not naked by the time I get there, you're gonna get punished."

The woman laughed, she loves to irk him and get his blood pumping. Yet she can't help but to feel turned on by his words. "What if I'm not? What are you gonna do then, Sir?"

That bartone in his voice just went deep and she could feel her essence flowed out from her femininity. Oh, she could feel his cock deep inside her; mouth watering just thinking of all the ways he could do to her. His callused hands caressing and taking control of her body. He knew her weak points - knew where to press and have her come undone with just a touch of the fingertip.

She didn't realize that she whimpered just by these thoughts alone. This was what Donnie's specialty lie's from within: he could use the right words and have your mind racing with all the possibilities.

"Already whimpering for me, darling? How precious." His tone teasing, she could hear movement from his end and she knew he was on his way to her. "I can't wait to unwrap you, honey, just wait until I get my hands on you."

Y/N can't help but snicker as she watches the window through the dining area. As soon as the call ended, the woman locked the window so he couldn't get in. But, knowing him, he would unlock it with the gadgets he's carrying. That man has everything, and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants.

With that, her front facing the window, she continued cutting the paper and wrapped the boxes. It's been five minutes since the call ended and her heart was racing tenfold; adrenaline and anticipation coursing through her veins as she was constantly eyeing the window.

"Where is he?" She says as the silence throughout the apartment was deafening. Nothing could be heard, not even the creak of metal when he arrived. Sighing, she continues with her progress. "These gifts don't wrap themselves."

"Can I unwrap you instead?"

She almost screamed but a calloused hand went towards her mouth as Donnie turned her to face him, a smirk evident on his face. "You think that you can lock me out? You're sadly mistaken, darling. It's not the first time you've done this and, just like last time, you've forgotten your bedroom window."

Her eyes widened. How could she forget about her bedroom window?

His chuckle was deep and seductive as he leaned down to her neck. "It was like you were begging me to punish you, am I right?" When his woman whimpered, he had his answer. "I thought so. You just couldn't help yourself, can you? Just the thought of me ravishing you until there's nothing left turns you on doesn't it, pet.

"Having my cock down your throat, my fingers working wonders to you. Oh, don't get me started on the way my cock hits all the right spots when I pound inside you. No matter how many times you conceal those screams and moans, you just can't hold them in because you're just drowning in ecstasy." His hand left your lips and slowly trailed behind the nape of your neck, then he grasped your hair and pulled it back. "You love it when I take control like this, right pet? Tell me, darling, what exactly you so desire."

After that he took off his mask and wrapped it over your eyes, blocking your vision. The woman can't help but to swallow whatever was in her throat, her throat suddenly feels dry as he leaned towards her neck once again and left feather-like kisses.

"I-I want you, please." Y/N begged as his hazel eyes watched your every reaction, the aroma of your arousal filled his nostrils and he let out a deep groan from his chest.

"That's not good enough, darling. I need more of a description." He smirked as another whimper fell from your lips.

"Donatello, if you do not-" a gasp escaped you as you were turned again and now laid face down onto the table.

"This is not Donatello right now, pet. This is your professor and you do as I say, do you understand?" You bit your lip and you nodded. "Good girl. Now, let's get you naked since you haven't done as you were told."

Donnie stripped you until you were bare. The cold air made your nipples erect and your beloved made a hum of satisfaction.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful and extravagant." He kissed her shoulder blade and slowly made his way down her spine. The woman's reactions to his touches were glorious; the way she shivered and her legs trembled with anticipation, Donnie couldn't help himself as he trailed his hand to her femininity. His fingertips made work with her flower and the woman spread her legs for him, wanting more contact.

But he broke apart from her and she whimpered. "What's wrong, pet? Disappointed that you can't get what you want." He teased as he placed his groin to her bottom, rocking and grinding as their moans of ecstasy rolled through them. "You could have this if you weren't such a brat."

A whimper-like cry escaped your lips as you shook your hips, teasing the man even further. "Stop screwing with me, Donnie! I'm trying to wrap gifts!"

A chuckle left him as he pulled away from her, a cold wave rushed through her as she realized what she had done. "That's it. I'm tying you up with some tinsel."

Oh, how she had regretted opening her big mouth. Tied and vulnerable, she cried out in ecstasy as the wave of release washed over her for the umpteenth time. His purple mask was soaked from her pleasurable tears, her legs shaking as his mouth devoured her flower like he hasn't had any water in days.

And she was his oasis. His safe haven that saved him from dying of thirst.

His churrs, growls, and groans traveled to her femininity and she couldn't help but tremble from the intensity.

Her hands tied above her head with the tinsel, legs spread, as sweat glistened from her body. The way his fingers worked inside her as his tongue moved like he was licking icing from his favorite snack, his woman can't help but mewl as another release was building. He could sense it, too. Like he has memorized her body language and she was one of his many experiments to work on.

"You better be counting how many times you've released, pet. I will give you a pop quiz, if you don't."

Oh, how she couldn't stand his pop quizzes. She always failed. He works her up so high and when he drops her, it hits hard - hard enough that she can't control her body anymore.

Her body was his to control.

He has her in his hands, not that she wants to escape but with the pop quiz. . . she's in danger.

"Judging by your reaction, you have lost count." Her body tensed up as she felt him smirk on her inner thigh. "Pop quiz, darling." She whimpered out in frustration, the poor woman can't escape them no matter how hard she tried.

"Like the last time, if you answer three questions correctly you will get a reward. First question," he says as he teased the spot inside of her, licking his lips as she whimpered. "What does DNA stand for?"

"Deoxyribonucleic acid."

"Correct." He praised as he sucked on her flower and she squealed in pleasure. "Second question: what is the most abundant gas in the Earth's atmosphere?"

The woman cried out as Donnie hit that one spot inside her; his finger worked magic, brutally hitting it as she tried to think of the answer to his question. He's not going to make this easy for her and she knows it.

With enough strength she could muster, she whimpered out, "N-Nitrogen."

"Correct, you're doing wonderfully." He slowed down his thrusts and she sighed with relief and frustration. "Final question: Who loves you the most?"

The woman smiled as her heart warmed with love and adoration. "Donatello."

She could feel the smile radiating from him as he pulled away. "Correct. Now, for your reward."

The blindfold was soon taken off of her and she had to adjust her sight. When her vision was adjusted she watched as Donnie slowly took off his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. Her mouth watered as he was soon fully naked before her and another whimper escaped her lips as he teased her flower with the tip of his cock.

"You look so beautiful, darling. I love you so much and I'm sorry for forgetting something so important. Let me make it up to you."

With that, he stretched her out like no man ever could.

She won't be walking or wrapping the rest of the gifts tonight.

Here's your prize! ^^

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callsigns-haze · 4 days

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Short love: Chp 14

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

My apologies for the mistake. Let me correct that for you:

As Y/n stood in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast for herself and Michelle, she felt a sudden tickle in her nose. Before she could react, a series of sneezes erupted, catching her off guard.

"Ah-choo! Ah-choo! Ah-choo!" she sneezed, her nose tingling with discomfort.

Michelle looked up from her toys, a concerned expression on her face. "Bless you, Aunt Y/n!" she said sweetly, reaching out to pat Y/n's arm.

Y/n smiled weakly, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her. She knew that sneezing fit all too well—it was the telltale sign that she was coming down with a cold. With her wedding just three days away, the timing couldn't have been worse.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n tried to push aside her mounting worries. She couldn't afford to get sick now, not with so much left to do before the big day. But as another sneeze threatened to escape, she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that she was in for a rough few days.

Despite her best efforts to ignore her symptoms, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of impending sickness. As she continued to sneeze intermittently, she couldn't help but worry about how it would affect her ability to prepare for the wedding.

With a sigh, Y/n decided to prioritize her health and take proactive measures to combat the cold before it worsened. She made herself a warm cup of tea with honey and lemon, hoping it would soothe her throat and ease her congestion.

As she sipped the comforting brew, Y/n made a mental note to rest as much as possible in the coming days, knowing that her body needed time to recover before the wedding. Despite her concerns, she remained determined to push through and ensure that nothing would dampen the joyous occasion she had been eagerly anticipating for months.

Bradley's footsteps echoed down the staircase as he entered the kitchen, a look of surprise crossing his face as he saw Y/n's state.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he approached her.

Y/n sniffled and rubbed her nose with a tissue, offering Bradley a weak smile. "I think I'm coming down with a cold," she admitted, her voice sounding hoarse. "But don't worry, I'll be fine."

Bradley frowned, placing a hand on Y/n's forehead to check for signs of fever. "You're burning up," he observed, his worry deepening. "You need to rest and take care of yourself, especially with the wedding so close."

Y/n nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for allowing herself to get sick at such a crucial time. "I know, but there's still so much to do," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

Bradley shook his head, his expression firm. "Your health comes first," he insisted. "I'll take care of things here. You go lie down and rest. We can't have you walking down the aisle with a red nose and watery eyes."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Bradley's concern, grateful for his support. With a nod of agreement, she headed upstairs to her room, determined to heed his advice and prioritize her well-being in the days leading up to the wedding.

As Y/n attempted to protest Bradley's recommendations, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to sway unsteadily on her feet.

"Bradley, I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice wavering as she clutched onto the countertop for support.

But before she could finish her sentence, another dizzy spell hit her, leaving her feeling disoriented and weak. She closed her eyes tightly, willing the room to stop spinning.

Bradley rushed to her side, his hands steadying her as he guided her to sit down at the kitchen table. "Y/n, you need to listen to your body," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're in no condition to be running around trying to prepare for the wedding."

Y/n reluctantly nodded, realizing that Bradley was right. She had been pushing herself too hard, ignoring the signs of illness until it was almost too late. With a sigh of resignation, she allowed Bradley to take charge, knowing that she needed to prioritize her health if she wanted to be well enough to enjoy her special day.

As she sat at the table, feeling drained and defeated, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for Bradley's unwavering support and guidance. In that moment, she knew that she was in good hands, and that with his help, she would be able to overcome this setback and emerge stronger than ever for her wedding day.

Stephanie's sudden entrance startled Y/n, her heart racing with alarm as she watched her niece's panicked expression.

"Uncle Jake!" Stephanie called out urgently, her voice tinged with fear.

Y/n exchanged a worried glance with Bradley, her concern mounting at Stephanie's distress. Before she could ask what was wrong, Jake appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening in alarm as he took in the scene.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he rushed to Stephanie's side.

Stephanie pointed to Y/n, her eyes wide with alarm. "Aunt Y/n is sick!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry.

Jake's heart sank at the sight of Y/n looking pale and unwell. Without hesitation, he crossed the room to kneel beside her, his hands reaching out to gently grasp hers.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he studied her face for any signs of distress.

Y/n managed a weak smile, grateful for Jake's comforting presence. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's expression softened with concern as he placed a hand on Y/n's forehead, checking for signs of fever. "You need to rest," he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll take care of everything."

Y/n nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Jake's reassurance. With Jake and Stephanie by her side, she knew that she would be okay, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

Stephanie's sudden entrance startled Y/n, her heart racing with alarm as she watched her niece's panicked expression.

"Aunt Y/n! Uncle Jake!" Stephanie called out urgently, her voice tinged with fear.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he rushed to Stephanie's side.

Stephanie pointed to Y/n, her eyes wide with alarm. "Aunt Y/n is sick!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry.

Jake's heart sank at the sight of Y/n looking pale and unwell. Without hesitation, he crossed the room to kneel beside her, his hands reaching out to gently grasp hers.

"Y/n, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he studied her face for any signs of distress.

Y/n managed a weak smile, grateful

for Jake's comforting presence. "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's expression softened with concern as he placed a hand on Y/n's forehead, checking for signs of fever. "You need to rest," he insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll take care of everything."

Y/n nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Jake's reassurance. With Jake and Stephanie by her side, she knew that she would be okay, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Y/n rested against Jake's comforting presence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unwavering support. Despite her initial reluctance to admit her vulnerability, she knew deep down that Jake was right—her health had to come first.

With a deep breath, Y/n allowed herself to let go of the worries and stresses that had been weighing her down. In Jake's arms, she found solace and reassurance, knowing that she didn't have to face this challenge alone.

As the minutes passed, Y/n felt herself drifting off to sleep, the sound of Jake's steady heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, surrounded by love and warmth, she knew that everything would be okay.

With Jake by her side, Y/n felt ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that together, they could overcome any obstacle that came their way. And as she drifted off into sleep, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unwavering love and support of her fiancé, who had stood by her through thick and thin, always ready to lend a comforting hand and a reassuring smile.

As Y/n slept peacefully in Jake's arms, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, the worries and stresses of the past few days melting away. She dreamed of their upcoming wedding day, imagining herself walking down the aisle towards Jake, surrounded by their loved ones and bathed in the warm glow of happiness and love.

In her dream, Y/n saw herself exchanging vows with Jake, promising to love and cherish him for all eternity. She felt a surge of emotion as they sealed their commitment with a tender kiss, their hearts overflowing with joy and gratitude.

As the dream continued, Y/n envisioned their future together—filled with laughter, love, and countless happy memories. She saw herself and Jake growing old together, hand in hand, facing life's challenges with courage and resilience, and celebrating life's joys with boundless enthusiasm and love.

When Y/n finally woke up from her dream, she found herself still wrapped in Jake's comforting embrace, the morning light streaming through the window. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.

With Jake by her side, Y/n knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm, and that together, they could conquer anything life threw their way. And as they prepared to embark on the next chapter of their journey together, she couldn't help but feel excited for all the adventures that lay ahead.

As Y/n and Jake shared a tender moment together, they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Bradley poked his head into the room, a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, guys," he said gently. "How's everything going?"

Y/n and Jake exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Despite their initial worries, they both knew that they were in good hands with Bradley by their side.

"We're doing okay," Jake replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "Y/n's resting now, and I'm keeping an eye on her."

Bradley nodded, a reassuring smile on his face. "That's good to hear," he said. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

With a grateful nod, Y/n and Jake watched as Bradley quietly left the room, leaving them alone once again. As they settled back into their comfortable embrace, Y/n couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the love and support of her family.

With Jake by her side and her loved ones rallying around her, Y/n knew that she could overcome any obstacle that came her way. And as they prepared to face the challenges of the days ahead, she felt a renewed sense of hope and determination wash over her, knowing that together, they could conquer anything.

In the following days, Y/n took the time to prioritize her health and well-being. Jake, Bradley, and the rest of the family rallied around her, ensuring she had everything she needed to recover. Despite the initial setback, Y/n began to regain her strength and energy, thanks to the care and support of her loved ones.

As the wedding day approached, Y/n couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and gratitude. She marveled at how the people she loved had come together to support her during a challenging time. The wedding preparations continued, albeit with a more relaxed pace, and Y/n found herself appreciating the simple moments of joy and connection with her family.

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louscartridge · 1 year

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dating rachel roth hdcns

rachel roth x gn reader

a/n- ngl i kinda gave up on proof reading like half way through so my bad lol. also i say ‘or’ ‘you guys’ ‘whall’ (thats not a fucking word sky stop saying it stupid) ‘and’ and a shit ton of other words in this alot and im aware its annoying so once again. my bad.

cw- established relasionship, arguments, fluff, cuddling, using of ‘i love you’, rachel having a hard time expresing her emotions, reader has powers (breifly mentiond), jellousy, crying, jason and hank being asses, gar being your +1, fighting (titans), back scratches, idk is some 11 year old fr gonna come for me if i dont say evreything? fuck off.

-on your first official date you guys watched old cartoons

-when it started getting late you switched to horror movies

- when you switched to horror, you watched them correctly. in the dark. no lights, other then what was coming from the tv.

-both yours and rachels favorite food, snacks and drinks were there

-rachel is really touch starved, so as soon as you guys started dating, she started being really touchy

-shes a very cuddly and physically affectionate person

-her favorite cuddling positions are; spooning, facing each other holding hands, and her laying on your lap whall you play with her hair

-she doesnt really know how to talk about how she feels about you, without her thinking it sounds ‘cheesy’ or something, so shell just stick to you and hope you get what shes saying without saying it (you do)

-despite that, she does say 'i love you' all the time

-speaking of which, she said 'i love you' first

-you guys were having an argument

-you were mad at jason cause he kept 'flirting' with rachel

-she got mad because she felt like you didnt trust her

-"even if he was flirting with me, i wasent flirting with him! and you should trust me enough that i wouldnt and dont want him."

-she got worried that you were gonna leave

-"wait! no y/n dont go please i love you-"

-you were surprised she stated verbal affection

-you smiled and slowly walked towards her

-she was still crying

-you whispered "i love you too rachel" whall stroking her cheek bones with your thumbs and kissed her

-you spent the rest of the day cuddling eachother with a book, whispering 'i love you's and other reissuances

-jason and hank would always nag you, gar, and rachel all the time

-"wait whos dating who again?" - jason

-"i think theyre just all dating each other" - hank

-you guys didnt think it was the worrrst thing ever-

-both of you love to wear each others clothes

-when dick does the laundry, he sometimes doesnt know whos clothes are who

-"hey rach, is this yours or y/n's?"

-"mhmm doesnt matter, itll end up being worn by both of us either way."

-you would match your hair color with each other sometimes

-sometimes with gar too

-adjusting rachels jewelry all the time

-when your holding hands sometimes youll realize that the clasp of her bracelet is in the front or something

-"that tickles! what are you doing?"

-"im fixing your bracelet"

-youll do it with her necklaces too

-if shes cooking or just walking around the house or whenever you happen to notice it you walk up to her and turn her necklace so the clasp is in the back and/or the charm or whatever is in the middle.

-after a while she knows what your doing, so when you walk up to her, she just stops walking or whatever and looks at you with a slight smile on her face as you shift it

-on the subject of jewelry, she definitely gets you guys matching jewelry for your anniversary

-or your birthday

-or if she sees them in the store or something and likes them shell suprise you with them.

-mall.dates.

-just walking around the mall whether its window shopping or you actually get stuff -your guys' second date was actually at the mall

-dick gave rachel money and told you guys to have a break and hang out -dick and the rest of the titans took care of any fights or anything that went down that day

-a few of your mall dates tho you guys had to be dragged away for a fight -gar 'third wheeling' alot

-although he says 'you guys are good with making me feel....less- more un-third wheely'

-back scratches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-whenever she has a rough day controlling her powers

-or you guys had a hard day with fighting as titans

-at the end of the day you would give each other back scratches

-music would be playing the entire time

-the two of you would alternate, taking turns sitting on the edge of the bed and getting back scratches

-you and rachel would end up falling asleep on each other

-you were at the edge of the bed and she was slumped against you, arms semi draped over your shoulders

-dick and kory are your guys' biggest shippers

-shipped you guys before you even got together

-forehead kisses. all.the.time.

-from both of you

-you love giving them

-she loves giving them

-whenever you guys are sitting on a couch or next to each other or something like that she likes to run her fingers up and down your spine

-in the beginning of your relationship you argued kinda often because she was scared she was gonna hurt you so she tried to push you away

-once she learned that you have powers too, she felt a little better

ok im so sorry this is so much ill shut up now.

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honestly like going through your asks i agree sm how underwhelming heroes of olympus was. like in the og series there was so much death, betrayal, and character development and in hoo we see percy and annabeth in tartarus (which i felt like their disappearance should have had waayy more of an affect on the rest of crew but without annbeth as their leader and percy as their glue how are they serving) and Nico's forced coming out ceremony (poor boy was tamazatized by cupid and ric didn't even delve into much more after that?).

gaea was so underwhleming and i don't belive at all that she could have been beaten after she was fully formed. like there was no actual counter against a primordial and percy and annabeth only defeated luke bcuz he killed himselves. like i don't think celestial bronze can actually do enough damage to kill a god, yet alone the earth! (divine weapons be looking a little enticing here) and at least with kronos their was a personal connection. like i get that she tried to kill the people in the prophecy like with leo but i felt like it was so long ago leo had already comes terms with his mom's death. there was no emotional charge that should have been there and the romans vs greeks was so disappointing. i didn;t like at all that the greeks were good and the romans were evil and i felt like jason was to easily accepting within greek ranks. like yeah i get it, greep camp is more chill but their was no promised internal hostility and it just felt like their big battle wasn;t that big of a mutal battle, just greeks tryan stop another invasion. and don;t get me started on the athena statue. that was written SO weird and it definitely should have been established way earlier in the series. and poor nico and reyna tryna haul it across the world when they could have contributed much more. their perspectives was such a snooze-fest and i was just like what the hell is this side-quest?

like the second series was more mature and professional writing wise so i expected much more blood and gore. every demigod was a tragedy is the og series so it was so weird to see everyone live happily ever after after. and like i felt like he forgot how to create chemistry after percbeth. like japer??? was lacking like any flavor and hazel and leo had more chemistry than frank. like frank and hazel could have been such a good sable couple if they were written better. and the foced interactions with the mini-quests in the books were so awkward. rick should have created so much more interactions with each other or killed them off if he couldn't manage that many characters.

YES 👏 YOU 👏 GET 👏 IT

heroes of olympus honestly seemed so... poorly planned to me? like with pjo, a lot of plot points connected so well together whereas hoo was a mess and i genuinely think the amount of main characters was what rick had a lot of trouble with.

the first two books, the lost hero and the son of neptune were actually pretty good and that's because both books strictly focused on just three characters and three povs each. but then when the seven finally joined, things went downhill 😭

the last book was super disappointing. the seven + gods vs the gigantes went by really quickly and most of the "fighting" was just a paragraph or two of each battle. as for the gaea battle.... yeah 💀 i think it would've been cooler if the demigods (roman and greek) worked alongside the gods to take gaea down since, like it was mentioned many times before, that gaea would've been hard af to beat once she formed 💀

A DETAILED TEAM UP OF THE DEMIGODS FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THEIR GODLY PARENT??? POSEIDON AND PERCY SQUARING UP??? ZEUS AND JASON????? ANNABETH AND ATHENA???? I WOULD'VE LOVED THAT!!! 😩 (i definitely believe athena would be nagging her daughter throughout the whole fight about how she still doesn't approve of her boyfriend and annabeth is just "omg moooom 🙄 focus on the battle!!!)

octavian could've been better written too! it was clear that he was supposed to be the "luke" of the second series with gaea as "kronos", but his death was meh to me unlike with luke who i genuinely felt bad for especially since his reasons made sense. octavian... i didn't feel any sympathy for.

rick's favoritism for piper was also an issue for me too, especially as i grew older and out of my 'not like other girls' phase 😭

pls im just hoping that if hoo gets made into a tv show too, that there's MAJOR changes to it 🙏

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zmwrites · 1 month

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OC Kiss Week Day 5: Darkness

WIP: CAMRR WIP

Pairing: Maeve x Charlie

CWs: just the kissing :)

Words: 837

Notes: "CAMRR" stands for Cheesy Ass Modern Royal Romance and it does live up to the name; also Charlie calls Maeve "Hen" bc her last name is Hennessy

Maeve lay on the couch in front of the TV, cocooned by darkness and burritoed in a blue fleece blanket. The true crime documentary playing only had half of her attention as her mind replayed the comments she’d overheard at the—what had Anaïs called it? A benefit luncheon? The people who ran the charity had been lovely, but the other benefactors had bordered on cruel. It had been hard to ignore the sudden silences when she’d passed by, and the sideways glances, and the sharp giggles that she couldn’t help but think were at her expense. It had been a stark reminder that she was only accepted in the upper echelons of society as an extension of Charlie.

The overhead light flicked on. She wailed in protest, and it immediately turned back off.

“Sorry Hen, didn’t see you there,” Charlie said. He leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at her. “How are you doing?”

“’M cozy,” she replied, snuggling into her blanket burrito.

“You look cozy.”

“Thank you.”

He grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, then ignored her grumblings as he replaced the stack of pillows under her head with his lap. “Still cozy?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through her hair, her eyes drifting closed. Moments like this were what made the bullshit that came with dating royalty worth it. Moments where he wasn’t a prince, but where he was just Charlie who could never seem to get enough physical affection.

The truth nagged at the back of her mind: it wasn’t real. They were only dating for the cameras so they could weather the media storm his very public, very acrimonious breakup had brought upon them. Every touch, every kiss, every public appearance—none of it was supposed to be real. But the truth was getting harder and harder to remember as time went on, as things became more natural between them, as they realized they didn’t need to script it anymore. The boundary between their public relationship and their private friendship was blurring in ways she hadn’t planned.

“I think we need to talk,” Maeve said.

“About what?”

“About—” She paused as she struggled to sit up. The conversation would be easier to have if she wasn’t bumping her head against his hand like a cat begging for attention. “About new rules. We need to put a limit on how many times we kiss per event. And outside of events. And overall just cool things down.”

“Okay,” he agreed. He frowned with concern. “May I ask why? Has something happened to make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s getting a bit too real,” she admitted.

He raised a brow.

She wet her lips and tried again. “You kiss me like you mean it. And it’s not your fault, but my stupid feelings are getting involved and I need some space to get everything sorted.”

“Maeve, are you saying you have a crush on me?” he teased, a smile slowly blooming on his features.

“No—I am—stop.” Her jaw clicked shut and her cheeks burned. She wished her blanket burrito would swallow her. “I’m handling it. I just need a few weeks to get over it and everything can go back to how it was. But right now I’m reading too much into things and I’m going to end up breaking my own heart.”

He turned to face her and rested his elbow on the back of the couch. He leaned his head into his hand and gazed at her with that stupid softness that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place. “Maeve.”

“Don’t be cute, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

“Maeve.”

“Stop looking at me like that!” She wiggled out of her blanket and grabbed a pillow, lunging forward and pressing it over his face.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. She shrieked as he twisted them so she was flat on her back and he knelt over her.

“This isn’t helping,” she complained, whacking him with the pillow to hide her grin.

“Maeve, have you considered that I do mean it?” Charlie asked. “And that I’ve meant it every single time for months?”

She blinked up at him, watching the blue light from the TV flicker across his features. She couldn’t be understanding him right. “Months?”

“Since the beginning. I figured it would go away as we got to know each other.”

“You figured I’d be annoying?” she demanded playfully. The shock had turned into giddy excitement that completely overrode the small, logical part of her brain whispering that this was a terrible idea.

He smiled ruefully. “That’s not—”

The rest of his sentence was lost as she pulled his face to hers for their first kiss that was just for them. There were no cameras, no audience, no one they were trying to convince. Just them, alone in the darkness, where they didn’t have to think about the challenges that awaited them when the sun rose.

#ockiss24 #camrr wip

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mrswalka · 8 months

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damaged. - kitson walker.

s: after kit got out of the asylum, things have been different. he has been less lovable and gets frustrated with things easily. he’s stopped showing his wife, y/n, affection and smokes a lot more than before. y/n and kit have an argument about this but it just leads to something else..

w: sexual content, cursing, mention of the asylum, toxic relationship, cigarettes, etc.

keep scrolling if you want the alternative version.

wc: 3K

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Kit walked through the door, the cold breeze hit his face. He sighed as the coldness was finally gone. He took a look around the house, everything looked so untouched. The table in the middle of the room had no food on it, he hasn’t eaten all day and he was expecting Y/n to have made dinner. He sighed.

The male walked to his bedroom, seeing if his wife was in the bedroom. He walked in and saw her putting on a robe.

“You didn’t cook?” Kit said with an attitude, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook. Y/n turned around to look at her husband. Her face expression was unamused.

“I didn’t get to go to the store today, I have a job too, you know.. And besides, there’s times when I cook and you don’t even eat it.” Y/n said, getting defensive. Kit shook his head.

“Whatever.. I thought maybe you would be a good wife for once, but I guess not.. Why am I surprised, huh? I guess I expected too much from you..” Kit said, sighing.

Y/n clenched her jaw. “Go to hell, Kit, you know ever since you came back, you’ve changed. You don’t even spend time with me anymore, you never touch me.. You’re distant and it really hurts me, I feel like you don’t love me anymore and it feels horrible.. and you just don’t care!”

“So, this is why you’re so mad at me all the time? Because I don’t give you enough atten-... you know what, I don't have time for this right now.. I need to relax, I have a headache, and you—“ Y/n cut him off angrily. “See! That’s exactly what I mean! You can never just listen to what I have to say! I just want to talk, we have to fix this relationship somehow..it’s like you don't love me anymore! You never kiss me, or hug me, or even talk to me anymore, it's like I'm invisible.."

Kit scoffed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don’t act stupid, you know what I mean, Kit.”

Kit rolled his eyes, "Oh my god, you're ridiculous." He said, walking closer to her. "I don't have to deal with this right now, I'm not dealing with your bullshit."

"Bullshit? Kit, I'm telling you that I want to be in a happy marriage, and I'm not asking for the world, I just want to talk. Why is that so hard for you? Why can't you just listen to me and have a normal conversation with me? Are you afraid of that, Kit? Afraid to just have a nice talk with your wife?"

"Oh my god, why do you have to be so dramatic? Just stop. I just got off work! I have a stressful job, and when I get home, I don't want to hear you complaining!" Kit said, his anger rising.

"So, instead of talking, you're yelling at me and getting angry with me, great way to solve our problems." Y/n said, looking into his eyes.

"You know what? You are such a pain in the ass." Kit said, raising his voice.

"Yeah, well you're an asshole."

Kit shook his head. "You're crazy, y'know that? All you do is complain and nag, and you expect me to do everything you want, like I'm some puppet.." Kit said, looking into her eyes. Y/n scoffed, “I don’t know why I married you..i really don’t..” She said, looking into his eyes.

“I don't know why I married you, either." He said, his jaw clenching. Y/n shook her head, the anger building up inside her. “You're an asshole, I don’t understand why I can’t just have a civil conversation with my husband. I don't want to fight, and then you get all mad. I just wanted to have a conversation and try to fix our marriage, but it seems like you don't even want to."

Kit took a deep breath, "Listen, I understand what you're saying, but I am stressed, tired, and angry. I can't take this right now.." Y/n rolled her eyes, but suddenly Kit had one hell of an idea in mind.

"Screw you, Kit—“ Y/n didn’t finish her sentence, Kit grabbed her by the throat. He looked at her, putting his face closer to hers, his lips almost touching hers.

Y/n gasped, his grip on her neck getting tighter. He pulled her in, and kissed her roughly, his hands still around her neck. He bit her lip, drawing blood, she tried pulling away but he just gripped her tighter, her vision started to get blurry. Kit pulled away, smirking at her.

His fingers brushed against her soft skin, his fingers trailing down her neck, his lips moving close to her ear, his breath warm on her cheek. “I barely touched you, and already, you're wet." Kit whispered in her ear, his voice low. Y/n closed her eyes, feeling him breathe in her scent, her body shivering at his touch. She didn't want him to stop.

Y/n whimpered softly, her body quivering as she felt his fingers slowly moving down her stomach, his hand stopping at her inner thigh. “Stop.” She said out of the little pride she had left, her voice cracking. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t going to work, but her words wouldn’t come out. She tried to fight the urge to moan as she felt his hand on her thigh, his fingers trailing up, getting closer to her center. He moved closer to her, his lips inches away from her ear.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, trying not to let out a moan, the heat in her core growing. “You sure you want me to stop, suga’? Cause, I think you like it..don't ya'?" He said, his fingers lightly rubbing against her panties. Y/n closed her eyes, trying her best not to show any reaction.

Kit smirked, his other hand reaching down to her thigh. He started rubbing it gently, his fingers grazing over her sensitive spot. She shuddered, letting out a moan.

"You want more, huh?" He asked, his hand moving to her waist. She didn't respond.

"Answer me, sweetheart..do you want more?" He asked again, his finger slowly stroking her inner thigh, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body.

"Yes..please." She said, her voice shaky, her legs trembling. He chuckled softly, his finger tracing the outline of her pussy. "So wet..." He teased.

He started kissing her neck softly, his lips brushing against her skin. He moved closer to her, his body pressed against hers. She bit her lip, feeling his cock through his pants.

"Tell me what you want, suga'..I can feel how wet you are for me, tell me what you want me to do..what do you want me to do to you?" He said, his voice low.

"I-I fuckk..” He cuts her off by pushing his finger inside her, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

Y/n let out a soft moan, her body quivering, her pussy clenching around his finger.

"You're so tight.." He whispered, his tongue running over her lips, teasing her. She whimpered, her hands gripping his hair, her body trembling. He started pumping his finger faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit, her wetness dripping onto his fingers. He pushes her little body on the bed, his hands on her waist. He pulls her legs up, and pushes them open, revealing her slick pussy.

"Fuck..." He says, licking his lips. He unbuckles his belt and takes his cock out, stroking himself as he watches her. She swallows hard, her breathing was shaky. With no hesitation, he plunges his cock into her pussy, his hand reaching up and grabbing her breast, his nails digging into her skin.

He starts thrusting his cock into her, grunting and groaning, his breathing ragged. He went at his own pace, not slowing down or changing the rhythm. He fucked her hard, his fingers gripping her hips, her nails clawing at his back, leaving scratches. The aggression from him had her feeling pain, her body shuddering with each thrust, his cock slamming against her walls, making her scream.

"Kit..please..n-not so hard..." She begged, her voice breaking. He grinned, his hand gripping her neck tightly, his eyes locking with hers, her mouth parted, her chest heaving. “No, no, you wanted this right? You wanted attention from me, right, babe? Now you have to take all of it.” Kit said, his pace increasing. It was more pain than pleasure for y/n, he had never been so rough with her, she knew her body was going to be sore the next day. She screamed, her nails clawing at his back, drawing blood, her pussy clenching around his dick, the pain becoming more intense. He started groaning loudly, his cock pulsating inside her, her screams getting louder, her body trembling, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh…ohh.." He moaned, his cock pulsating again, his cum spurting out and filling her, his grip on her neck loosening, his thrusts slowing down, his breathing ragged. He leaned forward and puts his head on her chest, his eyes closing, his breath hot on her skin.

"God damn.." He mumbled, his cock still inside her, her body still trembling, her breathing ragged. She lay there, her body limp, her mind numb, her vision blurry, her heart racing. It wasn’t exactly pleasurable for her, the aggression from him made it hurt, but it also made her feel alive. But he also didn’t last that long..

She felt his hands grab her face, and force her to look at him, her eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting hers. He gave her a small smile but she didn’t return it, the pain of him fucking her still lingered, and his attitude towards her made her feel weak.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes scanning her face.

"I-I'm fine." She managed to say, her voice raspy, her throat dry. He gave her another smile, his eyes full of concern, his hands still holding her face. “Just get off me.." She says coldly, pushing him off her. He was confused at her coldness, she normally wouldn't act this way.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again, his voice soft.

"Yes, I'm fine, now leave me alone." She replied, her voice monotone, her eyes blank.

He stared at her, his gaze piercing into her soul. "Alright then.." He said, his tone changing, his voice sounding distant. He reaches over to the night stand, opening the small drawer pulling out a cigarette and a lighter.

She watched as he lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply, his eyes staring straight ahead, the smoke blowing from his mouth, filling the room. She sighed and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up.

alternate version/scrapped: a more nicer kit.

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The male walked to his bedroom, seeing if his wife was in the bedroom. He walked into the room and saw her putting on a robe.

“You didn’t cook?” Kit said with an attitude, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook. Y/n turned around to look at her husband. Her face expression was unamused.

“I didn’t get to go to the store today, I have a job too, you know.. And besides, there’s time when I cook and you don’t even eat it.” Y/n said, getting defensive. Kit shook his head.

“Whatever.. I thought maybe you would be a good wife for once, but I guess not.. Why am I surprised, huh? I guess I expected too much from you..” Kit said, sighing.

Kit sighed, running his hands through his hair, looking at his wife, noticing the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Y/n wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath and looking away. “Y/n, it's not that I don't love you. I've been through a lot of stuff, you have no idea what I've been through. It's been hard to adjust back to life, like nothing has changed.”

Y/n scoffed, looking at her husband. "That's exactly what I've been talking about, you just never tell me anything! We never talk anymore, I have no idea how you are, how you're feeling, you just close yourself off and I don't know what to do anymore.. It feels like a wall is up, and I can't get past it, no matter how hard I try."

"Y/n, please.."

"I just wish you'd open up and tell me about your feelings, and just treat me like you used to. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you never even try to kiss me.. It's like you don't love me at all.."

"Y/n, stop crying, please.."

Y/n sniffled. "I can't. I can't do this anymore." She began to sob. Kit walked closer to his wife, grabbing her and hugging her. "Shhh, stop crying, Y/n." Kit tried to calm his wife down, stroking her hair. Y/n sobbed into his chest, her tears making a wet stain on his shirt.

Y/n cried, backing away from him but he tries to bring her closer to him again. "No, don’t touch me! Get away from me!" She pushed him, not doing much since he was bigger and stronger. Kit stepped back a little, “And since I’m such a bad person, kit, why did you marry me?”

Kit groaned, his anger rising. "I married you because I LOVE you, Y/n! You know that!"

"You have a funny way of showing it." Y/n wiped the tears off her face, her eyes were red and puffy.

"Stop being so dramatic, Y/n! You're my wife, I love you, and I would do anything for you, okay?!" He says.

"No, it's not okay. If you really loved me, you would treat me better, and talk to me. It's like you're a completely different person, and I don't know what happened.”

"I've changed, yes, but you have to understand, I'm trying my best. It's been a difficult time for me." Kit said, shaking his head. “And I’m trying to help you and you just push me away and it hurts so bad, and you just don't seem to care about me at all, and I don't know how much longer I can deal with this.."

"Y/n, that is not true. You know I care about you. You know I do. Stop being so ridiculous, Y/n." Kit says. Y/n glared at him.

"It's not ridiculous. It’s true, and you know it. You're selfish. All you think about is yourself, and your problems, and your feelings. You don't think about me, and what I'm feeling. You don't even try to make me happy anymore, it's always about you, and your feelings. You're self-centered, and it's disgusting. You don't love me."

"I don’t? i don’t love you?! Oh, my god! I would give my life for you, Y/n! You know that!” Kit said, exasperated. Y/n shook her head.

"Whatever.” She looks away. “You never show me affection anymore, it's like I'm just an object to you. I don't mean anything to you, I'm just some person who happens to be your wife. You don't care about me, and I know it—”

Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Y/n's face, and kissed her roughly. Y/n moaned, shocked by his sudden movements. She melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

They broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Kit looked at his wife, his eyes filled with lust. "Don't ever say that again, Y/n. Don't ever doubt my love for you. You're my wife, and I would do anything for you. I love you more than anything, and nothing will change that. Do you understand me?"

Y/n nodded, still a little breathless from the kiss. Kit stared into her eyes, and he pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Y/n gasped, surprised. She closed her eyes, and leaned into the kiss. Kit pulled her body closer to his, pressing his erection against her thigh.

Y/n moaned, grinding her hips against his, feeling his arousal through his pants. Kit groaned, his grip on her tightening.

"Kit.. please.." Y/n begged, her voice breathy. Kit smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He pushed Y/n onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Y/n gasped, her heart beating fast.

Kit began kissing her neck, biting and sucking on her soft skin, marking her. Y/n moaned, her body shivering with pleasure.

"Oh, Kit.." Y/n breathed, her nails digging into his back. Kit moved his hands under her robe, sliding them up her thighs, and gripping her hips tightly.

Y/n bit her lip, her legs shaking with anticipation. "Kit.. please.." She begged, her eyes full of lust.

"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Kit asked, smirking.

"Please.. I need you." Y/n whined, her voice shaky.

Kit chuckled, his fingers teasing her entrance. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes.."

Kit inserted two fingers inside her, curling them. Y/n arched her back, moaning loudly. "Oh, God! Yes!" She cried out, her eyes fluttering shut.

Kit continued to pump his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit. Y/n bucked her hips, grinding against his hand, her body quivering with ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her walls clenching around his fingers. The first time in a while she’s felt this.

"That's right, baby, cum for me.." Kit growled, his voice husky. Y/n cried out, her climax hitting her hard. She shuddered, her body shaking as she orgasmed.

Kit removed his fingers, licking them clean. "Mm.. you taste so good.." He whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n laid there, panting, her mind clouded with pleasure. She could hear the sound of kit undoing his belt, and the rustling of his clothes. She looked at him, her eyes hazy.

"Fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her thighs rubbing together, trying to create friction.

"That's it, baby.." He murmured, his hands pushing her thighs apart, spreading her legs wide. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

He aligned his throbbing cock at her entrance, teasing her, his tip brushing against her. Y/n whined, her hands clawing at his back, desperate for him to be inside her.

"Please, Kit, I need you.." She moaned.

Kit groaned, his patience wearing thin. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Y/n moaned, her nails scratching his back.

"Oh, Kit.." She breathed, her hips bucking, her walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, Y/n, you feel so good.." He growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Y/n was in complete bliss, her mind foggy. All she could focus on was Kit's cock stretching her walls.

"Fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her nails scratching his back, leaving marks.She hasn’t felt this much pleasure since a few months ago.

"Oh, Y/n, you're so tight.." He groaned, his pace becoming faster, his cock slamming into her, hitting her g-spot. Y/n screamed, her legs shaking.

"Fuck, Kit, I'm gonna cum.." She cried, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"Cum for me, Y/n.." Kit growled, his eyes locked on her.

"Oh, fuck, Kit.." Y/n moaned, her walls spasming, her climax crashing over her.

"Y/n.. oh, god, yes, Y/n.." He grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he came, spilling his cum inside her. Y/n gasped, her body quivering, her climax continuing. Kit panted, his breathing ragged.

"Oh, God, Y/n.. I missed that.." He whispered, his voice husky. Y/n giggled, her head spinning.

"Mm, I did, too." She said, her voice breathy.

Kit smiled, pulling her close, his hands stroking her hair. "I-im s-sorry, you know, I really do love you.." Kit kissed her forehead, his arms wrapped around her waist. Her head rested on his chest, her eyes closing.

"I know." She sighed, her heart full of love. “I love you, too."

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saltygilmores · 5 months

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: S3/EP4/One's Got Class The Other One Dyes

Episode titles with 6 or more words (the first four seasons): Season 1: The Lorelais First Day At Chilton, Star Crossed Lovers And Other Strangers Season 2: Red Light on The Wedding NIght, Nick And Nora And Sid And Nancy

Season 3: One's Got Class The Other One Dyes Season 4: The Lorelais First Day At Yale, The Hobbit The Sofa and Digger Stiles, In The Clamor and The Clanger, Girls In Bikinis Boys Doing The Twist, Last Week Fights This Week Tights, Nag Hammadi Is Where They Found the Gnostic Gospel (come on AmyShermanPalladino. Come on. She's just fucking with us with that one. She didn't envision a future where people like me would have to type that shit out). Anyway. This episode is a classic.

Let's have a look at what Jesstopher is reading...

That tracks. Lorelai: I think I'm in touch with the other side. Rory: Republicans? Ba dum tsssh.

What are we doing, naming things we see in the room? Dead cow, dead cow, non paying customer, non paying customer, old timey scale, the only business proprietor in America who purposely tries to drive away his own customers by insulting their selections from his own menu... Lorelai has been having premonitions about her own death. How does she know about the script for my Gilmore Girls horror movie trilogy titled "Blood In The Hollow"?

No, Lorelai will get a much more dignified slaughtering in BITH (at the hands of Rory? Luke? Jess? Her mother? Crusty? Possibly even DEAN, her jilted lover? The script is still in progress).

Now you're just naming all the hilarious ways I've imagined Dean's demise. TWWGG is chock full of "Dean Forrester should get eaten by a ____" , Most recently, it was a pair of T-Rexes. I may have suggested Death by Turtle before, I can’t recall. I do know that when he wore this sweater I said he looked like a turtle anus.

Stars Hollow has never once rocked and or rolled. Lane's got dreams of rock superstadorm. Not if AmyShermanPalladino has anything to do with it. Rory wraps her half eaten burger (The fakest fake burger I've ever seen) in a napkin (this is not a thing) and R&R leave Luke's without paying. INCOMING!

Lorelai's face. Lorelai mutters that Shane is a freak. Because why...? Sure, she doesn't have the best manners with all this barging through the door stuff, but you wanna talk about ettiquite, Miss Dine and Dash? So what makes her a freak? The girl has (horny, horny) needs and she knows how to get what she wants. Shane doesn't play silly games. On a random Tuesday at 6:17 pm, Shane thinks, "I want Jess Mariano's tongue in my mouth" And then she goes to the diner and gets that tongue in her mouth. That doesn't make her a freak, that makes her an example R&R should take after. Shane is a role model. Shane is Rock and Roll. Shane is a modern woman. Shane is a GOD DAMN HERO. SHANE IS SWAN FOOD (soon).

Nobody in the diner even blinks while this is happening.

There may not be any rock and roll in Stars Hollow, but there's certainly free porn, and Rory's going to grab a popcorn and watch the show.

"That was my intention, Uncle Luke"

Introducing for the first time, Zack Van Gerbig and Brian Fuller. I don't have any dog in this fight of "Which boyfriend was better for Lane". Well, maybe I do have a dog, but she's a sleepy bassett hound who can't be bothered to choose because anything that happens after season 4 (aka Lane's life trajectory after high school) doesn't affect me in the grand scheme of things. Alright let's briefly rate the members of Hep Alien: Zack: Lane's first sexual experience with Zack is a complete disaster. Zack enters into a teenage marriage with Lane, buys cheap off brand condoms and knocks her up with twins on their honeymoon, derailing her entire life and destroying her rock and roll dreams. (People on this show need to stop getting married right out of high school, for the love of all that is holy. And stop sleeping through Sex Ed! You live in a blue state where sex ed in school might actually be adequate and available! CHERISH IT). Zack is cuter than Dave. Zack is the lead singer, but I tend to crush on band members that are not the lead singers. Lead singers are trouble. That blond floppy hair is trouble. He looks like he might not shower that often. Dave: Dave didn't do any of those things. Dave definitely takes showers. Maybe too many showers + Impeccably clean, geeky clothes. Did you know Dave read the entire Bible in one night to impress Lane's mother? What a guy. He has curly hair which means he's a good guy. Got sucked up by the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole but unlike Jess and Max, She liked him so much she never spat him back out. Brian:

Lane gets a taste of the rampant sexism inherent in Rock and Roll when her suggestions for improving the band's sound are totally ignored by the men. Lane's paranoia about her mother is incredibly annoying and stifling to the other members of the band, and they almost walk out, and I'm not saying it's right to ignore her...I'm just saying, I understand.

In my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls spinoff with cursing and nudity and realism titled the Hollow no one would be shielded from perversion. At one point, Kirk apparently had a rock band called "The Kirk Gleason 5" who played covers of Queen songs and Mrs Kim put the kibosh on them.

The people of Hartford to the people of Stars Hollow: Please stop coming over here. There are other cities in Connecticut you can visit if you want to escape The Bubble. What about Stamford? We're full. Lane has to find a way to make it to band practice in Hartford 3 nights a week while still under the watchful eye of Mrs Kim. Rory and Lane try to brainstorm how she might get away with this Super Secret Band Thing, even though Lane has no money, no car, and no instrument.

A circa 2002 Karen (real name: Debbie), calling the Gilmores. Lorelai doesn't remember Debbie-Karen because Rory can only describe Karen-Debbie, the mother of a former classmate, as blond haired and average height. We find out Rory actually had another childhood friend of sorts besides Lane, Debbie-Karen's daughter Kathy. Rory would frequently go swimming at her house. Lorelai claims she can't remember any Stars Hollow Moms because they all look the same, except for Mrs.Kim and a woman with a glass eye. I guess that's Lorelai's way of saying Mrs Kim and Mrs Glass Eye are the only two minorities in Stars Hollow. That tracks. Lorelai doesn't even know Dean's mom? Things might get awkward when Lorelai and Dean have to write out their wedding invitations. Karen-Debbie: The PTA likes to ask prominent locals in business to talk to the students, you know, someone who knows about how much hard work it takes to run a business, and we thought of you. Bahahahaha. Lorelai, a hard worker. Don't make me laugh. Oh wait, I already did. I will laugh some more. Bahahahaha.

The Gilmore Girls California Wormhole is about to claim it's first female snack, Kathy. Things Googled While Watching GIlmore Girls We Owe You Nothing (first tried I Owe You Something because I couldn't see the cover), major cities in Connecticut, Brian's last name (it's Fuller)

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #luke danes #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Gilmore Girls Season 3 #OGCTOOD #wormhole #zack van gerbig #hep alien #lane kim #dave ryglaski #Shane

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cassynite · 1 year

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So there was a writing exercise introduced in the discord to have your KC explain why they love their LI. I decided to do it for Sparrow and Daeran to get out of my writing funk and I got this!!!

Anyway I know a few other people were planning on doing something similar and I encourage anyone who's intrigued to do it as well because it was fun and very helpful! Though mine isn't entirely about Sparrow just explaining her feelings lol.

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"Why do you love him?"

Sparrow, Countess Arendae, blinks from where she sits across from you in the tea room of Heaven's Edge, the rare sign that she's surprised at the question. You don't blame her--you're surprised you asked. You hadn't intended to. This was meant to be a short visit, one full of meaningless talk and, maybe, the thing you actually came here to say if you were brave enough. Not this.

But you've long since come to peace with the fact that your mouth gets ahead of your brain more often than not. You just wish you hadn't done it here, with the heavenly former Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade and one of the most important people in Mendev. She looks the part now more than ever, a noble in truth: with her bright fine though unfashionably high-waisted dress, the ribbons pulling her hair back, the jewelry glittering at her neck and arms, the feathers on her face and her folded wings shining under the sun that pours into the room. She looks like a portrait you'd find hanging in the walls of a palace, and you are grubbier than you've ever been, after weeks on the road and still wearing your armor. You don't deserve to push into Sparrow's personal life.

It had just been a question nagging at you for years now, ever since the marriage was first announced. You'd heard the rumors, of course--that it was arranged, by the queen as a reward so that the successful Knight Commander could be titled a princess, by the queen as punishment to finally pull in Count Arendae's reckless and rakish ways, by the two themselves as a political alliance to do some high-minded things you would never be able to wrap your head around without hurting your brain in the process. Certainly, no one ever thought that the infamous noble pain in the ass and Sparrow married for anything resembling affection. And yet, they were wrong. You were wrong.

You're not here to try and dig into why Sparrow took the title and the manor you currently sit in, when it's attached to one of the nastiest people you've had the displeasure of meeting. But to your surprise, Sparrow doesn't look away and change the subject, or pin you with a thousand-pound stare meant to make you regret entering the room. Instead, her expression softens, turns thoughtful. She's actually coming up with a response. You hold your breath to stop yourself from blurting out anything before she starts, a surefire way to make sure she never finishes her sentence. Even if you don't deserve to know, you are curious.

Finally, after several moments of silence, she says, "He makes me laugh."

Is that it? you almost say. I made you laugh, too, you definitely do not say. But she sees something of it on your face--the first one, hopefully not the second--because her mouth quirks up the tiniest bit, the closest Sparrow ever gets smile. It makes you relax a little in your chair. Sparrow never, ever smiles without meaning it.

"I don't know how to describe it," she finally admits. "How do you speak on nature of love? Sometimes it feels like I've always loved him. That there's never been reason, just existence of it." Another pause as Sparrow struggles to place her words. "He makes me laugh, when there is so little to laugh for. He is--he can be--kind, and thoughtful, and when he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room I know he means it. He..."

Sparrow turns her attention to the window, to the gardens beyond. From your vantage point you can see the entrance to the manor, stone steps leading to the door that opens to the main hall. There are giant flowering shrubs lining the staircases, slightly untamed but still cared for. It's almost summer and the weather has only just become bearable this far north for you; the animals that live here, however, are far more used to the freezing air, and there is life exploding outside, providing movement where the windless air does not. Bees buzz around open flowers, butterflies flit through the air, and birds call from their places in the tree branches beyond the main courtyard.

"His family died here," Sparrow comments. You jerk back to her at the sound of her voice, wide-eyed.

"Uh..."

"It's not a secret," she continues, as still and calm as the trees outside. "Anyone in Mendev can speak on the bare bones of the tragedy of the Arendae line. The Count's family died, and badly. They died in these rooms, and then my husband left, because he couldn't stay."

You did know this already. Sparrow isn't joking that it's common knowledge; when you brought up where you were headed at the nearby Pathfinder lodge, the quartermaster there told you the entire sordid history, just casual conversation. Demons, plague, and a single survivor, just a child at the time. It's all very sad, but it makes you wonder why Sparrow is bringing it up.

"During the march to Drezen, we passed by Heaven's Edge. At my request we visited it, and he threw a party here, forced liveliness into the halls where a demon murdered his family. I didn't understand it at the time; but then, grief is so personal. There is no wrong way to mourn and I wasn't going to judge. Even if I did there were...other circumstances involved as well. It wasn't until after that I realized how terrifying this place was for him, how lonely it had made him. And how he refused to just let it fester as the place where he lost everyone he cared about. He didn't just abandon it--and when the war was over, he came back and he made this place a home with me."

Your hands clench the armrest. She's talking about the Count, but is she really talking about you, who ran away from the place that hurt you and the life that trapped you? Or is she seeing herself, someone who also tried to run away in a moment that makes you flinch even now? You're not sure which is worse--maybe she's not comparing him to anyone at all, which you think might be the actual worst option, that she does not think of you enough to put you side-by-side with the man she loves.

Sparrow's knuckles press against her lips, deep in thought. You've rarely, if ever, seen her put so much care into her words, and unlike you, Sparrow has never been someone who speaks carelessly to begin with. The weight of it, what she's telling you, wraps around you both, makes the sitting room feel small and intimate. "To search for joy in the teeth of spite. Staring at the ghost of the place you loved and refusing to let it go forever...it's brave. I've always thought it was brave, how he refuses to walk away from the things he loves. He stays, even when it's difficult, and he refuses to let life make him anything but happy or keep him from the things he loves. He makes me want to hold on. He finds joy in living, and it me want to live even when it's frightening."

Your breath catches in your throat. She's not looking at you, but you can feel her attention anyway, noticing your reaction to how the conversation has become more than just the shape of Sparrow's love. He stays. And you didn't, and you hadn't meant to hurt Sparrow the way you did, you hadn't thought it would hurt, but it's been a long time since you last left Heaven's Edge in tears and misplaced anger, and you've finally learned that not meaning it, or not knowing, had never been an excuse.

It's enough to make your rehearsed words, the speech you practiced, fly from your brain; but it also gives you the strength say the actual thing you had come here to say. "I'm sorry," you tell her. "For...for everything." It's not enough, but you don't think even the long speech you'd written on the way here would be enough. All the work you've done on yourself and for others since you left isn't enough, and nothing you ever will do could be enough either. You can't change the past. You can't become someone who stayed.

"I know." It's not forgiveness, but her voice is gentle and her expression when she finally looks at you is kind. "I'm glad you came anyway."

The conversation moves on, and the intensity in the room slowly lets go of its grip in the conversation. It's not much longer before there's movement outside--a horse carrying a single passenger in fine riding clothes, his long hair glinting like raw sunlight. He jumps off with practiced ease, turning to where you know the stables are. For a moment, his head turns to the window where you both sit and you swear he sees you both, even at a distance. Even if he doesn't, the moment he sees your mare in the stables he is going to know who has come by.

"I should go," you say, rising. You'd already spent more time here than you expected you'd be allowed, and the last thing you want to do is struggle through another conversation with Sparrow's too-smart, too-cruel husband. Sparrow might be happy you are here, but Count Arendae made it clear the last time you spoke that he hoped to never see your face again, and you can't imagine that opinion has changed over the years.

"You don't have to," Sparrow says. "I already let the staff know there would be three at dinner tonight."

"Ah, well, I don't think the Count is going to be very happy with that--"

"It will be fine. I've been thinking about family," Sparrow cuts you off, so unexpected it stuns you to silence. There is more to her now, than you've ever seen in her. She's grounded, her space filling the room. She's not afraid to speak over objections any more. "And I am tired of staring at the ghosts of the people I loved and letting the pain of it keep me away. If you do not want to stay, there is nothing I can do to keep you, but I would like your visit to continue, and maybe for you to visit again afterward. Besides I have--news, that I hadn't had a chance to speak about now. I would like to tell you about it with my husband present." She holds out a hand to you. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

You think about the high-waisted dress she's wearing, so oddly out of fashion, and think you might already know the news she's hinting at. But then, you might not--you've never been good about guessing what secrets other people keep. But you want to know, either way. You have missed her for a very long time, and seeing her hand reaching out to you has caused tears to prick at your eyes. After a moment, you finally have the strength to take it. Her grip is as strong as ever.

"Thank you, Sparrow," you say, and her eyes light up at you using her name. "I would love to."

#cassy writes #oc: sparrow #it's never explicitly stated but i imagine anyone who knows about sparrow's storyline knows who the 'you' is here so #oc: evaethi #this takes place about sevenish years after sparrow marries daeran #'cassy why did you write this in second person second person sucks' because i WANTED to 😤#it helps with the interview style format and i came from the gd homestuck fandom ur lucky i don't write in second pov 100% of the time #pwotr #wotr #daeran arendae #(even though he doesn't really show up this is a lot about him)#sparrowxdaeran #pwotr pals

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ranger-kellyn · 6 months

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Getaway Car WIP (3)

In celebration of hitting 25k for nanowrimo, have the section i'm the most pleased with so far <3

as always, it's nano, so no editing and this is just me throwing words on the page.

if it was it's own chapter, i would have titled it "in which they're supposed to be fucking but they wont STOP TALKING" (so plenty of kisses but no actual smut)

With a pop the fridge opened, light filtering into the space, leaving a yellow glow on the tile below. “Any ideas for lunch?” Cynthia asked, kneeling down to get a better look of what was inside. For someone who didn’t enjoy cooking all that much, Cynthia was amused by how much of an ‘ingredient household’ she was.

“I was thinking,” Diantha trailed off as she walked into the kitchen, running her fingers through her hair, working out any small tangles from undoing the braid. “Be honest with me: do I need to feed you now, or would you be interested in picking up where we left off?”

The formality of it almost made Cynthia laugh. She stood up, closing the fridge all in the same motion. The rainstorm that had rolled through left the whole apartment in low, moody lighting. A soft yellow glow from the lamps around the living and dining area.

“Took me a while to realize you were worked up– didn’t know it was that bad,” she teased, crossing the kitchen to her. “Hop up,” she added, getting Diantha to pull herself up onto the bartop’s counter, standing between her legs.

“Really?” Diantha asked, enough of a tilt of her chin to invite her to kiss, leaning into her mouth as she did so. “How long did it take you to notice?” So much for stressing over being obvious.

She shrugged, leaning away, hands either side of her hips. “Probably the last few takes. Whenever I realized you kept speaking in your Scarlet voice,” she said with a laugh.

Diantha laughed in turn, leaning back on her hands as a presentation of sorts, loving the lack of discomfort in the motion. Men and society in general had left her with a nagging voice in the back of her mind, worrying about the lack of curves on her own body. Women rarely ever made her feel that way – at least not to her face.

“I thought for sure you were onto me,” Diantha admitted.

Cynthia shook her head, letting her eyes wander over her body. She knew a presentation when she saw one, and wasn’t about to not appreciate her. Maroon was a nice color on her. “I just assumed that with how experienced of an actress you are, you weren’t feeling anything. I figured I was the only one getting worked up, and even then, I was still more focused on not focusing on the cameras,” she said, the both of them breathing a laugh.

Diantha leaned up, brushing Cynthia’s hair back into place, a soft kiss to her cheek.

“But then I started to realize, ‘I don’t think she’s really coming out of character between takes’. You were so strictly in Scarlet’s voice– which I then– I don’t know. I don’t know what it’s like talking with an accent all the time. My voice is already close enough to a generic Unovan accent, so I don’t know. Sounds exhausting.”

Diantha shrugged with one shoulder, wrapping her arms around her neck. “It was easier this time. More practice and all that,” she said.

She knew it wasn’t conducive to anything they were trying to do, but being who she was, Cynthia couldn't refrain from asking. “I know you said you had to spend time on a gun range for the role– did you have to do anything for the speaking part?”

Diantha laughed more audibly. “I did. Spent a few months with a vocal coach– Is this really what you want to talk about right now?” she asked, amused.

Cynthia shrugged. “Knowing how a person thinks, how they learn, learning how you approach things– is it weird that that’s kinda hot to me?” she asked.

Warm affection sat high in Diantha’s chest as she looked into her steely grey eyes. She was being genuine. There was nothing mocking or demeaning– if anything she seemed almost shy to admit such a thing.

The warmth and depth of the feeling– she shoved down the desire to say the love word.

“A very you thing to say,” Diantha instead said, emphasizing with a kiss against her soft lips. “You’re–” She laughed, pulling away to shake her head, not wanting to finish the thought.

“What?” Cynthia asked, amused as well.

She looked off to the side, hedging her bets on how what she wanted to say would go over. There had to be a way to deliver it that would at least elicit humor like she wanted, however, it also ran the risk of offense. “I was going to say,” she began, returning her attention. “I didn’t realize I was fucking such a nerd,” she said, both breaking out into a fit of laughter.

Cynthia pulled away, pointing at her. “You didn’t realize I was a nerd? I know for a fact that you’ve walked in on me and Steven geeking out over rocks!”

She threw her head back in a laugh, knowing exactly what she was referencing. One of the earlier international meetings she had attended as champion. If she remembered right, it was being held in Hoenn that year, and when she had finally joined the rest of the champions in the main conference room of the Lilycove hotel, Cynthia and Steven had been deep in a conversation about something she wasn’t entirely sure of. A bunch of terms and words that she later would learn were related to geology. Not close enough with either of them at that point, she had simply taken her seat, and kept to herself.

But that wasn’t how she knew Cynthia was a scholar. “That’s not what tipped me off, darling,” she said, reaching up to tap her nose. “I–” Her conscience had caught up to her at that point, reminding her that she was unsure how Cythia would react to what she wanted to say. “I don’t know if I should admit this,” she said.

“Admit what?” Cynthia asked, not a clue of where she was going with the thought.

Surly it wouldn't go over badly, she told herself. People engaging with their work and research was what researchers were going for, after all. Diantha wanted people to watch the shows and movies she was in– Surely Cynthia wanted people to read her own papers that she likely spent countless hours of her life on.

“The first meeting Kalos joined the league alliance,” she started, Cynthia giving her a quick nod. “I was having a lot of anxiety about that meeting the weeks leading up to it. Not only was I a new champion, but I was the first formal champion of the Kalos League. I had no clue how I would measure up to anyone, how I was supposed to present myself– I needed to at least ease my mind with a little research,” she said.

“And I’m the nerd?” Cynthia asked with a laugh, kissing her forehead.

Diantha quirked a brow, but said nothing otherwise to acknowledge it. “Knowing I would be spending a fair amount of time with all the champions, I put together a list of all the champions and their Elite Four so I could at least look everyone up and have some basic understanding of who was who.”

At that, Cynthia started to understand where she was going. Not too much would come up on an internet search of her name… “Oh no,” she said, humor in her tone.

“Don’t say ‘oh no’!” Diantha responded.

“You read one of my research papers, didn’t you?” She asked.

“What do you think was one of the top results when I searched your name?” she asked, a laugh in her voice.

She shook her head. For her, it was an obvious answer. “The Distortion World Papers,” she guessed, rising dread in her stomach.

Diantha nodded. “Exactly. If I’m being even more honest, that whole paper was one of the reasons I thought you would never want anything to do with me,” she admitted.

That gave Cynthia pause, not following her logic. “Really?” she asked, pulling away. The mood from earlier had shifted enough to call for some distance.

“Can you blame me?” Diantha asked, crossing her arms.

“I mean– I don’t know. Nobody willingly subjects themselves to my huge-ass papers,” she said, quickly tacking on, “Not unless they need help falling asleep.”

Diantha scoffed at the notion, reaching out to push her in a playful way. “You’re such a–” She shook her head, not having any real descriptor to follow up with. “That’s not the kind of paper you could just dangle in front of me and not expect me to read!” She cracked a smile, thinking back on reading the paper, hindsight making it all the more humorous. “I even cancelled a date with Mel that night to keep reading,” she said, getting a small laugh from Cynthia.

“I’m not following. Why would anything in that paper make me want nothing to do with you?” she asked, scouring her mind to remember what she had written verbatim.

She had stepped back enough to allow Diantha to cross her legs, getting herself as comfortable on the countertop as she could, mindful of the glasses on the shelves below her. “I had never heard of the Distortion World, nevermind half the pokémon you wrote about. It was equal parts horrifying and…” She shook her head. “Fascinating. Here was what might have been one of the most horrifying firsthand accounts I had ever read in my life. All written in such a way that…You were the bravest, most daring– truly inspiring woman I had never even met.”

As quickly as the mood had changed, Diantha managed to bring it right back around.

Her red lips pulled up into a smile. “And then I saw you in person for the first time,” she began more softly. “And not only were you all of that, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And you were smiling, and I remember you laughing at something Steven and Wallace were saying to you. Smiling with the two of them like you weren’t someone who probably has some of the most horrifying imagery burned on the back of her eyes.”

Cynthia found herself hesitating. In a way, she felt understood. Understood in a way that nobody aside from Dawn or Steven seemed to. She had always been treated as though she simply rolled with the punches and didn’t have any sort of negative effects from the Distortion World.

Thankfully, it had been a while since her last nightmare about the place, and dark rooms had gone back to being comforting rather than triggering.

“You were brave, daring, and inspiring, but above and beyond all of that– you are…” She blinked a few times, trying to gather the right phrasing. “So resilient in a world that is so unkind.” She wanted to reach out to touch her, lay a gentle hand on her cheek, kiss the other. Anything to let to not just tell her, but show her how she had felt then, and still felt now. She restrained herself, wanting to leave as much distance as Cynthia needed, knowing very well she was saying…A lot.

A tightness had gathered in the back of Cynthia’s throat, overwhelmed with emotion. Understanding, kindness– they had been so casual up to that point. She did consider them friends, but there was something in the undertone of what she was saying– She had to beg herself to not blurt out that she loved her. Even though it was all she wanted to say, she was terrified it would be too emotional.

Too much.

Too soon.

Too vulnerable.

“And so who was I in comparison to you? Why would anything about me attract the attention of someone as all-around stunning as you? I’m just…” She shrugged, squeezing herself. “Just some woman who was lucky enough to be born into a family with enough wealth and status to afford all the schooling to make me a teen actress. The only awards tied to my name stem from nothing more than the sheer luck of being considered ‘conventionally attractive’,” she said with a bit of a sneer.

The dig at herself was enough to pull Cynthia back into herself. “I’m not about to let you tear yourself down to make me seem taller,” she said. “Miss Always In The Running For Most Charitable Celebrity.” She wasn’t the only one who had looked up the other out of curiosity at some point.

“Come now, darling, do what the media does and remind yourself that it’s nothing more than a PR stunt,” she said, unwilling to accept the compliment.

That upset Cynthia. “A PR stunt would require you drawing more attention to yourself rather than whatever cause you’re giving to. At least within the circles I run in, I’ve never once heard of you doing that.”

It was a sort of unwavering support she received from rarely anyone outside of Siebold. Mel had always dismissed the worry, saying she needed to get unstuck from her head, fuck the media— support that never truely eased her mind.

Silence sat heavy between them, broken only by the soft sound of fabric moving as Cynthia shifted her weight to the other foot.

“Sorry–” Cynthia eventually said. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s killing the mood–”

“No–”

They both clearly had the bad habit of cutting themselves down. Diantha hoped it would be something they could work on together.

“Darling, I’m the one who started all of this,” she reminded. She had brought up the Distortion World Papers to begin with. “I’m finding myself…I don’t know…Amused? At all the invisible strings we had tied to one another. Maybe it really was only a matter of time before something gave and one of us reached out to the other in some way.”

Cynthia breathed a laugh, letting the tension fall from her shoulders as she stepped closer one again. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked.

Diantha hummed her question.

“I also thought you were absolutely stunning when I first met you,” she admitted.

She smiled, relaxing her arms, a silent invitation to step back inside her orbit, should she choose. She did. “You did?”

She nodded. “I’m a sucker for blue eyes,” she said, getting a genuine laugh from her. “I just remember you shaking mine then Steven’s hands, introducing yourself, but off in a hurry. Since your region was hosting, neither of us held it against you– we just turned to each other and went ‘oh my god’.” she said, getting another laugh. “And I remember Steven saying something about you being even more stunning in person, and– yeah, he was absolutely right.”

The wave of emotions that crashed over her– they really could have saved themselves a lot of trouble had they just had the courage to say something.

She breathed a laugh, shaking off some of the tension in her body. “Had I just gotten over myself–”

Cynthia had been thinking the same thing, but shook her head. “But– if I’m being honest, five years ago…?” She shook her head. She would have been 22, almost 23. “That was still so recent to my ex cheating on me. I’m honestly glad you didn’t know me then. I was in…such a shitty place– Steven even called me out a few times on things I did or said. I needed these last five years to even figure out what kind of person I wanted to be. Because me five years ago? You probably wouldn’t have ended up liking me, because I know I didn’t like who I was trying to be.”

She wanted to ask her to elaborate, feeling the confession was out of character. How could anything the woman in front of her do or say something that would have caused such a reaction from Steven of all people?

Cynthia crossed her arms, internally cursing herself for killing the mood once more. “I mean– you experienced firsthand how I was at the beginning of filming,” she pointed out. It wasn’t entirely fair for her to talk about herself from five years prior as if that version of herself no longer existed. She still reared her head in plenty of ways.

Diantha shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m not following,” she said.

Heat clawed up the back of her neck. “The way I assumed the absolute worst of you. How I thought you were only trying to help me as a way of mocking me– Diantha– that’s how I used to treat everyone. Steven, too…”

There was something so…brutally honest about it– so painfully self-aware.

“I don’t even remember what I was being passive-aggressive about, but he finally had enough and just said to me, ‘It genuinely breaks my heart how you always assume the worst of me.’” She shook her head, still mad at her younger self for going down such a path. “Clearly I still have some work to do,” she added with a forced laugh.

Diantha slid off the countertop, grabbing both of her hands. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked.

Cynthia breathed a laugh, silently nodding.

She leaned up, keeping her voice to a whisper. “I probably would have treated you badly, too,” she said, smiling when Cynthia ended up throwing her head back in a laugh, clearly not expecting the confession. “I know who I was at 22, I would have played the field with both you and Mel. I would have made you all the promises in the world and kept maybe half of them. That’s the kind of bad I was.”

“Don’t say that–” Cynthia tried to defend, but Diantha was quick to cut her off.

“My dear, I say this to let you know that I am well aware that I am not a perfect person. I don’t need you to be, either. I’m still glad I finally met you.”

Whether it was her intention or not, I’m still glad I finally met you. Finally. They had met five years ago, but in some ways, they really had only met recently.

It had been a long time since anyone had truly made Cynthia feel like there were butterflies in her chest. She had always hated the metaphor, finding the mental image to be more uncomfortable than anything– but how else was she supposed to describe the fluttery, Everything Is Going To Work Out, If you asked me to run away tonight I would do it without a second question, nauseating feeling in her chest?

“I’m glad I finally met you, too,” Cynthia said, Diantha quick to wrap her in a warm hug.

Cynthia had never considered herself necessarily good at letting herself want things, especially from other people. Wanting had only ever earned her pain, so it had been easier for her to want and expect nothing from anybody. Sure, she could go out on dates with people, but she always managed to find a reason as to why they couldn't work out. Occasionally the reasons were genuine– Dezerea had said she never wanted to get married, a perfectly acceptable reason. Most of the time, it was something superficial as not feeling a spark.

Diantha’s arms around her were so warm and secure– the wall she had so carefully laid brick by brick had come tumbling down, bringing with it every way she could possibly want...

#NaNoWriMo 2023 #WIP #WIP Wednesday #my fics #pokemon #phaesporiashipping #i'm glad i got to use this dialogue i had planned for a different phae story <3 #it's messy but it is my favorite section so far #Getaway Car Fic

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The Hardest Part (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)

AN: Hi all, sorry I’ve been MIA; school has been crazy, and I haven’t had hardly any time to work on creative things. I’m still working on Blood and Wine I promise, and eventually I’ll get around to Midnight City. I just wanted to sit down and bust this little short story out because I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently and I didn’t want to lose it. Let me know how you like it (or don’t like it)! I know its cheesy and not super realistic but its fiction, so I did it anyway haha.

Song Inspo: I Don’t Love You / Cancer (both by My Chemical Romance)

WC: ~ 4.7K

Content: Angst, mutual pining.

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February 4th, 2016

I don’t love you, like I did, yesterday.

His guitar solo was always the highlight of the set (in his so humble opinion). Every person in the building was looking straight at him. Most of the fans were either dancing or gazing at him with lusty eyes. A few men around the periphery were glaring at him like they were jealous that their girlfriends were drooling over the band members. One couple in the stands were making out vigorously. His chest swelled with exhilaration.

And when he looked over, she was watching him, like she always was during his solo. His heart skipped a little and he played with a little more intensity.

She was breathtaking; he had no idea how he hadn’t always seen it. She had always been “just a friend” through the years of knowing each other; she’d come over to his place and they would hang out for hours working on sets, watching the latest episodes of whatever show they were fixated on, and just hanging out talking about anything. That isn’t to say he hadn’t fantasized about having sex with her a time or two. However, more than anything, she was a comfort to him, even when she wasn’t trying. On days he was anxious, she would sit with him, sometimes in complete silence. She would sit close to him while watching a movie, so their knees touched or let him sling his legs over her lap just to feel anchored to something. He could fall asleep with his head in her lap, her fingers stroking his hair gently. Other times when he was excited about something, she was the person he always wanted to tell first.

Tonight, the energy from the crowd was intoxicating, and her eyes were there to steady him again. They glowed like fire and if he didn’t know any better, he would think that she was in love with him. He knew she wasn’t, just wishful thinking; it didn’t stop him from imagining them together.

He hadn’t really considered dating her until he had been rejected by the only other woman in the group last December. Mikasa Ackerman, their drummer, was the definition of sultry; she pulled Jean in like she did with every man. But unfortunately, she was head over heels for Eren, their other lead vocalist. Jean couldn’t imagine why. She was gracious about her rejection and she hadn’t let it affect their friendship; she had just always loved Eren, Jean really never had a chance. The first thing he wanted to do was tell Y/n, to sob over a carton of Ben and Jerry’s like they always do watching some soppy romcom, but a nagging feeling told him to keep this one thing to himself. Y/n had asked if he was feeling okay; she always seemed to know when something was up with him no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Instead, he lied and chalked it up to lack of sleep. After moping for a few days, he had gotten over himself. He was more annoyed at pretty boy Eren for getting all the girls than he was about Mikasa passing him over.

Y/n tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and a jolt rocked through Jean’s spine. Nothing Mikasa had ever done was anything like what Y/n could do to him with just that one look. Jean would give up anything for her to look at him like that all the time. He could admit to himself that he had probably always been in love with Y/n deep down; Mikasa really only caught his eye because she was pretty and mysterious. But after the Mikasa situation, he didn’t really feel like threatening another one of his friendships, let alone the best one he had. He’d gotten off easy with Mikasa, but what were the odds of another rejection ending well? He wouldn’t tempt it. Instead, he resigned himself to memorizing every one of Y/n’s glances, savoring every accidental brush of skin, pretending like she was doing it on purpose, imagining what it would be like to hold her up against his chest.

As his solo ended, Y/n shifted her gaze from him and turned back toward her microphone to finish the song. His eyes lingered on her profile and he drank in the striking way the lights illuminated her features. Jean could live with this, for now at least.

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February 8th, 2016

Y/n was in Jean’s hotel room like she was most nights on tour. Usually, they would be brainstorming ideas on how to make their sets more interactive and entertaining, but tonight they were settling in for a day off tomorrow. Both were drinking a beer, Y/n sitting at the head of the bed and Jean lying on his side, head toward the TV. He was absentmindedly drawing little shapes along her leg with his hands. Y/n couldn’t help but study those hands, veins tracing their way across the back of his hand like rivers. The skin where he traced tingled and burned, but she stayed as still as possible, as if he were a wild animal that she would scare off if she even moved an inch. His eyes had a distant look and his eyebrows scrunched up like they did when he was chewing on a deep idea.

She had made the decision to tell Jean tonight about how she felt and let the cards fall where they may. Currently, however, she was distracted with the lines of his shoulders as he leaned on his elbow. His shirt was off, and she could see every muscle ripple as he shifted positions, shoulder tattoos on full display, winding down the natural lines in his arms. She made a mental note not to start drooling yet.

“Jean?”

“Yeah?” He snapped back to the present and looked at her, his golden eyes sparkling in the crappy hotel room lighting.

A wave of apprehension washed over her, and for a moment she chickened out.

“Uh, what do you want to do for dinner?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” he said sitting up to face her. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know. There was a sushi place down the road that looked kinda good? But I sorta just want to eat in tonight.”

“I’ll call it in and go grab it for us,” Jean decided. He held the ankle he had just been tracing and kissed it before rolling off the bed to grab his phone. Y/n’s heart raced a little, but she regained her composure quickly. Jean had been touchier lately, which gave her the impression that he might like her too, but she couldn’t be sure. If she had her way, he would just ask her himself, so she could save the anxiety she had building up to this.

He brought the phone to his ear and a muffled voice came through on the other end. “The usual?” he asked turning to meet her gaze. Her eyes flickered from his chest back to his eyes and she could feel her cheeks warm a bit. She thought she could see a brief smirk cross his face, but it was gone so fast she couldn’t tell if she had imagined it. Y/n nodded and mouthed a silent thank you as he placed the order. She pretended to turn her attention back to the TV, though Jean’s bare torso was admittedly more interesting than whatever else was on. Once he hung up, he grabbed a shirt and assured Y/n he would be right back.

The minute he left, she let out a breath. She mentally kicked herself for backing down. Her eyes darted to the bedside table where the spare key card lay peeking out of the little check-in folder. She needed a pep talk. She swiped the card from the table and rushed her way over to Mikasa’s room.

Instead Eren answered the door.

“Where’s Mikasa?”

He stood there in some oversized hoodie and gray sweatpants. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, strands of hair around his temples escaping to frame his face. Green eyes pierced her own, but the haze of weed dulled the focus.

“Out. She’s getting her drum set looked at and you know how much of a control freak she is about anyone touching the thing.” He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed casually.

“Shit,” Y/n muttered under her breath. She considered just calling the whole thing off, but she didn’t want to have wasted all that time she spent hyping herself up for this. She may not have the will power to do it again.

“I need a pep talk.” Y/n grabbed Eren’s sleeve and dragged him back into his apartment.

--- Y/n stood breathless in front of the couch, facing the other lead singer in her band.

“Yeah, Jean asked Mikasa out like two months ago. She didn’t tell you?”

The long-haired brunette was looking at her with inquisitive eyes, a lit joint slotted between his fingers. A tightness had formed in her chest like her heart had sunk into her stomach. As a matter of fact, Mikasa hadn’t told her. Quite the opposite actually. Her mind flashed back to a conversation made in hushed tones, the light scent of alcohol on each of their breaths.

“You should just tell him, honestly, or you’re going to be thinking about it forever and nothing’s gonna happen.”

“Plus, I think he might like you.”

Y/n had been basically in love with Jean for like two years now and nothing had happened. Granted nothing happened because she was too afraid to ruin their friendship. She figured that being friends with him and pining over him forever was better than being rejected and ruining the whole relationship and possibly break up the band.

But on New Year’s, she and Mikasa had stolen away during the party to the bathroom, giggling over something that couldn’t have been that funny. Y/n remembered whispering to her, trying to pretend like they hadn’t locked everyone else out of one of the two bathrooms at the house. They had a long conversation and eventually Y/n spilled her guts about her feelings for Jean, but how she couldn’t stand to lose their friendship if her confession went poorly. Drunk confessions were always the most honest; now she realized that she was ignorant to have taken Mikasa’s drunk advice. She had encouraged her whole heartedly to let him know how she felt; after all, Mikasa had made that her resolution too. She was going to kiss Eren at midnight. For some reason, she seemed to have completely omitted this little detail about Jean being in love with her instead.

“I can’t believe she never told me.” Y/n felt like she needed to sit down. All at once, she was losing the people that were closest to her. Did Mikasa care so little about her that she pushed her into ruining her relationship with Jean? How could Mikasa not have warned her that he wasn’t interested, that he was in love with her instead?

“It was right at the beginning of December. We hadn’t started dating yet and I guess she just told him that she wasn’t interested. Honestly, it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.” Eren took a long drag from the joint and puffed some of the smoke into the air between them casually.

“Yeah.” Y/n said half-heartedly. Suddenly she sagged like someone had slung sandbags over her shoulders. All her nervous energy left her body at once and she slumped into the massive couch next to Eren. She remembered that early December was around the time Jean had gone into his little slump. She did everything she could to try to pull him out but she couldn’t figure out what was going on. He wouldn’t leave his room, he didn’t seem to want to eat, and all he wanted to do was lie around the house. He seemed better after about a week, but now she wondered if he’s been trying to distract himself with her all this time.

“Who was I kidding anyway.”

He leaned forward to look at Y/n’s face. “Oh, shit you really do like him. This wasn’t going to be some quick fuck?” His expression was now serious, his mind combatting the haze from the weed. Y/n nodded dejectedly.

“Damn, I’m sorry you had to find out like that.” he huffed, slouching back into the couch next to her. “Well, Mikasa’s taken. Maybe you could still try talking to him.”

She shook her head silently; she couldn’t form words right now without choking down a sob. Instead, she grabbed the blunt from Eren and took a long drag. He looked at her with worry, she didn’t often partake unless there were special circumstances. Y/n didn’t notice and took a second drag before handing it back to him. She could feel time start to slow around her, and for a moment, this whole situation made her giggle; it wasn’t funny, but it was getting more and more ridiculous in her mind. Eren chuckled beside her, though he had no idea why they were laughing.

After what felt like hours, Y/n stood and made her way back to the door without saying a word. Eren remained on the couch but called over his shoulder.

“Hey.” Y/n paused at the door, looking back to meet his knowing eyes. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” She shut the door silently behind her and she drug her feet all the way back to Jean’s room. Y/n swiped the card lazily, letting herself in and immediately walked straight to the bed and flopped face down.

Minutes later, she was awoken from her half-asleep state to hear someone enter the room behind her. She rolled over languidly to see Jean carrying a bag of takeout in one hand, and a single carton of ice cream in the other. His eyebrows furrowed, but there was a small smirk on his face.

“What have you been up to while I was gone? I haven’t been gone more than 45 minutes.” He chuckled a little and set the food on the desk. Y/n didn’t answer, instead she sat up and stared at his back as he organized dinner across the table.

He’s in love with Mikasa.

“I’m high,” Y/n said obviously. He chuckled again and nodded knowingly. She stood and pulled another chair up to the desk, attempting to recover the happiness she had felt just hours ago and accepting the fact that this was all their relationship would be. Her heart ached dully in her chest as she stole glances of him as he ate, the lines next to his eyes crinkling when he smiled, tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. It was all moving in slow motion, her thoughts drifted through her head like molasses. His eyes, caramel in the dim lighting, glided over her smoothly, and the corners of his mouth drew up.

“Are you tired?” He asked softly. Y/n nodded, and Jean stood, leading her to the bed. He pulled back the sheets and she tucked herself underneath. Jean folded the comforter around her and knelt down, face on level with hers.

“Sleep here tonight,” he stated, not asking.

“Okay,” she whispered. She knew she should have gone back to her room. She knew that this would just make everything hard on her in the morning. But at this point, she couldn’t gather the willpower to take care of her future self. She selfishly wanted to pretend just one more night that things were still normal. That things were going to be okay. “Stay with me?”

Jean smiled softly, his eyes droopy with sleep. “Anything for you,” he whispered back, kissing her forehead. He pulled back the sheets again and slid into the sheets next to her, reaching over to click off the lights. She slotted herself under his arm, head against his chest, drifting off to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.

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April 30th, 2016

The rounded booth they were at was tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, though the din of the room still reverberated around them. Mikasa was sitting next to Eren, her hand on his knee and his arm slung across the back of the bench seat. Y/n sat between her and Jean, with some of the other people from their team filling in the rest. She was attempting to stay involved in the conversation, but she kept drifting back to her own thoughts every few minutes, needing to be called back by someone when she was asked a question.

Since she woke up the morning after she had spoken to (and smoked with) Eren, she tried everything she could to shake her little crush on Jean. She tried focusing on all the weird idiosyncrasies he had, all the gross habits, all the annoying behaviors. The more she looked for these things, however, the more it highlighted the reasons she had fallen for him in the first place. He looked at her and listened when she spoke about things that made her happy or upset. He opened up to her about his dreams and aspirations even when he was embarrassed or bashful about his ideas. He made her laugh until her stomach hurt. And unfortunately, he always seemed to know when something as bothering her, even when she didn’t quite realize it yet.

Because of this, he had been prying her to open up about why she’s been more distant lately, and it broke her heart even more to keep it from him.

But she couldn’t tell him. She could never tell him. Because there was no point; deep down, he wanted someone else.

“Y/n? Did you want to go to that bar after dinner?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, I think I’m just gonna head back to my room actually.”

“Are you feeling alright? You seem really out of it right now,” Armin, their manager asked, concern radiating from his place across the table.

She could really use some of Eren’s weed right now.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ve just had a headache all day.” Y/n gave a feeble smile and looked back at the spot on the table that she had been staring at zoning out a moment ago. She felt a soft touch grace her left knee and she flinched away, glancing up to meet Mikasa’s gaze. She had retracted her hand like she’d been stung and looked at Y/n with concern.

Y/n’s eyes flicked from hers to Eren’s, who had noticed the subtle exchange. He looked to Mikasa and back to Y/n with wide eyes, trying to silently apologize. Y/n was also trying to preserve her relationship with Mikasa as much as possible, but the betrayal was slowly picking away at the edges and she was struggling to maintain her composure. She felt like she had lost two of the people closest to her all at once and keeping her emotions off her face was sapping the energy quicker than she could handle.

Her face got hot as she realized everyone at the table had noticed what just happened. They continued their conversation out of courtesy, but their glances gave them away. Suddenly the air felt thick and she felt the room closing in on her.

“I need to get up,” she whispered to Jean. He scrunched his eyebrows, concerned, and he put his hand on her back trying to be comforting, but she straightened up, avoiding the contact. “I’m just getting a little overwhelmed, I need some air.”

He waved his hand so the others on the bench seat could let her out. He too slid out of the seat and offer her his hand. She took it briefly to pull herself upright and walked swiftly to the door. She pushed it open with her shoulder, stepping out into the brisk night and shivered. Her breath came out shaky, tears threatening to spill over her lashes. She took some deep breaths and swallowed down the lump in her throat; she wouldn’t let them fall, not tonight.

As she was trying to compose herself to go back inside, she heard the soft bell above the door of the restaurant. Lifting her head, she expected to see Jean there to ask her what was up with her again, but instead it was Armin, concern written on his face.

“Hey, are you sick? I can take you home if you need?” he asked worriedly.

“I can’t do this anymore, Armin.”

“It’s okay, I can take you back right now.’ He motioned to pull the keys to the car out of his pocket.

“No, I mean I have to quit the band.”

He froze. They stood there in the cold staring at each other. Y/n thought saying that would feel like the right answer, but instead it just filled her with more anxiety.

“Let’s talk about this in the car.”

They walked to the SUV in silence, closing the doors behind them to seal away the chill.

“What’s going on Y/n?”

“I just can’t do this anymore Armin.” She tipped her head back to stare at the ceiling of the cab, letting the tears roll back away from the brims of her eyes. She told herself she wouldn’t let them fall tonight.

“What can’t you do anymore? I don’t understand.” She was silent, continuing to stare up.

“Y/n I can’t do anything for you if I don’t know what’s happening,” he repeated gently. Y/n took a big sigh and finally turned to face him.

And then she spilled everything, all the thoughts that have been weighing on her since that night nearly three months ago. Every aching moment she spent with Jean, the betrayal she was desperately trying to ignore, and the futility of her pretending like nothing happened. The tears blurred her vision but remained in place. When she finished, there was a thick pause hanging in the air.

“I see.” He finally broke the silence. “So, you want out after your last show?”

Y/n nodded.

“Okay. We should tell the others . . .”

“No!” Y/n interrupted, “I can’t tell them. If they know, they’ll try to convince me to stay and I don’t think I have the resolve to say no.”

“So you’re just going to disappear after? Just take off and never tell anyone you we’re leaving?”

“I was going to say goodbye at the show,” Y/n replied meekly. Armin sucked in a small breath.

“You’re going to blindside them then? Right there in front of the entire crowd?”

“I’ve been writing this song,” she whispered. “I think I’ve finally finished it. I was going to play it at the show. I can’t give them the opportunity to talk me out of it, and this will be sort of like my swan song to the fans.”

“What am I supposed to tell the media? What am I supposed to tell the band?”

“Once I’m gone you can tell the band whatever you want. Tell them the truth, an elaborate lie, I don’t care. I just want to be able to leave that show and move on with my life.” She rolled her head to look out the passenger side window. Fog was rolling in as the night deepened.

“You don’t feel like you owe them an explanation?”

Y/n took a deep breath, allowing just one tear to roll down her cheek. “I feel like I owe myself some peace.”

---

May 2nd, 2016

The crowd surged and undulated to the sound of the music coming from the stage. Every eye was on them and girls screamed for the attention of every band member. Two sweaty bras had been thrown on the stage already. This was likely the largest and most energetic crowd they had seen all tour. The audience was riled up for their last event of the circuit; the perfect storm to have one of the most memorable shows of their career.

So why was Jean feeling so uneasy?

He was watching her sing just like he had been doing for the past year or so. The crowd was always captivated by her, even with Eren singing by her side; she buzzed with her own vitality that was hard to take your eyes off of.

Recently, though she seemed to have lost a little bit of her liveliness during her sets. The glow had left her skin, though this was imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t looking, anyone who didn’t know her like he did. Something was wrong, but she faked it well. She had been acting weird the last few months, but when he had tried to ask her if anything was bothering her, she just chalked it up to feeling under the weather. He didn’t believe her, but he wouldn’t push the topic further. In hindsight, he wished he had.

His guitar solo was coming up. She finished her line and he stepped up to play. He looked over, expecting for their eyes to meet on cue, but her gaze never left the crowd. Her expression was muted; there was less life in her eyes than there was before. Jean felt his eyebrows furrow slightly; she had never not looked at him, even since she started acting different. He played on without missing a beat, but his eyes never left her, silently begging for her to just glance at him. Panic rose in his throat; something was definitely wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why. No one else seemed to notice anything was off and it made every hair on his body stand on end.

As the music faded, Eren thanked the crowd and Jean hit his cue to bow and exit the stage, but instead of walking off behind him, Y/n stepped up to the front of the stage. She spoke slowly into the microphone.

“I actually have a little something I prepared myself planned for one last song.” Y/n finally looked over to him with a small shine gracing the rims of her eyes, smiling halfheartedly. After a little hesitation, Eren and Mikasa stepped across the stage to where Jean was waiting, looking at him questioningly. As if he knew what was going on; he couldn’t get her to open up about anything lately, he wasn’t in on this surprise. She seated herself at the piano.

A slow ballad shuddered from the instrument, her fingers deftly weaving her way through the song. Jean’s eyes never left her as he listened to her tell a story about the dying author saying goodbye to her family. That rising anxiety only sharpened and continued to drag its way through his chest.

Cause’ the hardest part of this, is leaving you.

A cold stab of fear pierced his heart.

He looked to Eren and Mikasa, who hadn’t figured it out yet, confusion thoroughly gracing their faces. They met his eyes, which seemed to confirm all three of their revelations. Jean was frozen in place, looking back to her, breath caught in his throat. He could see now that the glint in her eyes were tears that had escaped her delicate lashes. Jean could feel his own well up in his eyes, but he wiped it away quickly; he was desperate to see every detail of her clearly.

Her beautiful face was strained, and she kept her eyes on the piano. The crowd was oddly silent; not just because they didn’t know the words, but because they were also puzzled about this solo encore. They were enraptured though, every eye and phone camera fixated only on her.

The song came to a head and finally, after holding out all night, she finally gave him that glance he has been feverishly searching for.

Cause’ the hardest part of this, is leaving you.

The song reverberated through the stadium as it faded, and the crowd roared. She held his gaze, sorrow painting her striking features. Jean couldn’t feel his body. It wasn’t until she spoke again that the stadium truly understood what that song meant. She grabbed the mic and turned to face them.

“Thank you all for all the support and the love. Tonight, was my last show. I love you all.” Her voice was strained, but she held it together enough to give a wave as she left the stage. Jean, Eren, and Mikasa stood there dumbfounded as the lights dimmed and the curtain rolled down from the rafters.

Her figure disappeared behind the corner of the stage.

Jean was frozen. I’m too late.

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