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finalgilmoregirl · 5 months

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a/n : feeling angsty, no gender specified, no y/n.

payday. the day mike looked forward to and also dreaded the most. payday meant he was able to take his hard earned money straight to the bank, where he would cash his check... and then watch his earnings get flushed down the toilet as he made a payment on whatever bill he was behind, which was usually a few…

you knew this dilemma. mike voiced it to you every time he came home from the bank and flopped on the couch as he tried to list off all of the other things he needed to pay for with the little money he had left. now he has been good with budgeting, but there’s only so much you can do when you’re providing for yourself and a growing young girl. you paid for groceries and abby’s clothes every now and then but mike wouldn’t let you do any more, always concerned that he looked like he was asking for handouts.

so you tried to do a nice thing. you did do a nice thing, but to mike it seemed like the complete opposite.

when he had gone to the bank that week and attempted to make a payment on his water and heating bill, the bank teller informed him that it was already paid for.

“what- are you sure?” mike was confused. he knew he was at least two months behind on paying it. he had done the math earlier that week. just as his confusion started to make him spiral he was ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of the bank teller saying your name.

“excuse me?”

“it says here that’s who paid for the bill.”

which is what brought him storming through the door of his home. he tossed his jacket off and onto the back of the couch and began angrily pacing, stewing in his upset.

you playfully chased abby out of her room as you both went to the front room to greet mike.

“hey babe”, you said out of breath, smiling as you both came to a halt. “you okay?”

“abby, could you please go to your room?” mike said calmly, but by the flair of his nostrils and the way he kept a hand on his hip you know something was very wrong.

“why?” abby asked, confused and probably sensing her brother's bad mood as well.

“just go. please.” he repeated, to which the young girl complied, swinging her arms while she walked away.

you turned to him, now concerned. “what’s wro-”

“i went to the bank today.” he interrupted your question, causing you to stand up straighter in surprise. “i tried to pay for the water and heat, but they told me you already did.”

a feeling of anxiety began to creep into your body at his aggressive tone as you looked down to avoid his angry gaze. “yeah, i did.”

“why would you do that?” mike asked, walking so he was in front of you, less than a foot apart. you felt like you were being interrogated.

“i just thought—” you started, but he interrupted you again.

“you thought what? that i couldn’t take care of it myself?”

“n-no i know—” you suddenly became bashful, a little embarrassed even as you thought back to you calling a few days earlier to make the payment.

“cause i don’t need your help. i’ve been doing this on my own for a long time and i don’t need you coming in and acting like—.”

“hey!” it was your turn to interrupt him. you weren’t going to let him take your actions and twist them into something evil. “i live here too mike. forgive me if i want to contribute.”

mike scoffed and turned away for a moment, rubbing his hand over his eyes before he continued. “you know, if i had known you would be so overbearing i would’ve never asked you to move in with me.”

you visibly flinched at that as you felt a sharp pain go through your heart. you don’t know what exactly caused the pain. the comment itself, or the way he said it so nonchalantly, like he truly meant it.

you looked away as you felt your throat constrict. you weren’t going to cry, all that could do in that moment was look like an admission of guilt. even though you know you did nothing wrong.

“well,” you sighed, swallowing the lump you had felt forming. “maybe i shouldn’t have fought so hard to end my lease early.”

you were referring to the weeks you had spent fighting with the landlord of your old apartment building. you and mike had begun the moving process anyway, excited to start the new chapter of your lives together. now here you were four months later, almost ten months into your relationship and you wished you could just walk out of the door and go back to that very apartment like you often did when you and mike would argue early on in your relationship. sure it was lonely, but you just wanted to be away from mike right now. so you did the second best thing and walked out of the living room, trying to find any other place in the house that could serve you peace.

mike felt bad about his choice of words, and about his whole reaction to the situation. it was in your nature to help people in any way you could, but mike didn’t want you to see him as a charity case.

hours passed and he stayed in the living room. laying on the couch with his eyes closed as he tried to rest. hoping sleep could help the situation somehow, clear his head at least. this proved a failure though, as through the thin walls he could hear you in the deathly quiet of the house.

every sniffle made his heart race and every deep breathe you took made him want to wrap you in his arms and whisper gentle words to you. but for the life of him, he couldn’t get himself to get up and find you. too afraid that he’d make things worse.

it wasn’t until he checked his watch and saw it was nearing nine o’ clock that he’d have to talk to you sooner or later. he knew he wasn’t strong enough to go to bed without making things right with you.

he walked to abby’s room first, where she was sat on her bed reading. she’d been in here silently for hours. thinking about how he didn’t even think to check on her after the argument made his stomach turn. she did the same thing when their parents used to fight, keeping quiet and to herself until the storm had passed.

“hey” he said from his spot at the door. “did you eat today?” abby just glanced at him and nodded.

mike went over to sit next to her. “listen” he spoke softly, “we’re okay, alright? don’t worry about whatever you heard. everything’s okay.”

abby just looked at him again and set her book down on her bedside table. she laid down and closed her eyes, signaling she was ready for bed.

after mike gave abby her goodnight kiss and stayed with her until she fell asleep, he quietly left her room, now intending to find you.

he entered your shared bedroom and found that you weren’t there, however from his bedroom window he could see the backyard light was on, giving away your presence.

as he reached the back door, he saw you sat on the steps, with nothing but a thin long sleeve covering your arms against the chilly night. you had to have been there for a while, he thought. he slowly opened the door and a cool breeze hit his face, his hoodie giving him enough warmth to avoid shivering.

his steps were basically silent as he approached you, which is where he noticed the distinct box sat next to you.

a box of cigarettes. mike knew you had smoked before you had started dating. you quit for good when you realized the relationship was getting serious, you knew it was a bad habit. you had tried to quit in the past but your worries got the best of you. but now you had the right motivation, you didn’t want to be a bad influence to abby and mike appreciated that, being supportive in your journey to quit for good. it had been almost six months since you last smoked (cigarettes at least), and now here you were.

mike cleared his throat, “i thought you threw those away.”

you didn’t look at him. you just kept staring out into the view of dewey grass and blowing trees.

after a moment you answered, “don’t worry, i didn’t smoke one.” you looked at him for a second before looking back ahead. “i was just thinking about it.”

mike didn’t know what to say, opting to just take a seat next to you. he continued to study you, taking notice of the puffy rims of your eyes and chapped lips. the cold failed to hide the evidence of your crying.

“i thought it would be a nice thing to do.” you said softly, finally continuing what you were trying to say to him earlier. “you work so hard to take care of us. and i thought it’d be a good way to show my appreciation. to show that you don’t always have to take on every burden on your own.”

mike let out a deep breath and looked up, willing back the tears he felt building up behind his eyes. he knew you meant well. he had known that since the beginning. but he was too stubborn and stupid to accept that sometimes the people that care about him will do things for his own good. he needed you to survive. and you needed him.

“i don’t even know why i said that. about you moving in.” he turned to look at you again. he said your name quietly, almost whisper like. “ever since i’ve known you there’s not a day that goes by that i don’t want to wake up and see your face. you have to know that.”

you finally turned and held his gaze, making the beat of mike’s heart quicken. “i think so. it’s hard to know for sure when you reject my help so often.”

“what do you mean?”

“i want to help your problems mike, not make them worse. that's what i'm here for. i’ve shown you i’m in this for the long run and you know that, but if I'm somehow making things more difficult for you then maybe i should-"

"no no no please. you're not, seriously." mike sounded desperate. and that's because he was. he couldn't lose you over this. "you help me in a about a million different ways every day. and you shouldn't have to use your money to do even more if you don't have to."

you shook your head, looking down again, but mike leaned in closer to keep looking into your eyes. "you shouldn't have to kill yourself trying to provide for her anymore mike. if you really want this to work- then i can't just sit by and watch you take on the pressure alone."

you looked back up and finally into his eyes. you could see the hesitation, the fear he had at the thought of letting you do this and you regretting ever trying to help him.

"please" you pleaded, reaching your hand out and grabbing his where it was placed on his knee. "please let me help you."

mike squeezed your hand back and nodded slowly. he knew you, and he knew you wouldn't regret it.

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gothhabiba · 11 months

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I understand what people mean by prison abolition, but what does it mean in practice to abolish the family? I've never quite got it - who is raising children? How does it work? I'm asking in good faith, I've just always been a bit embarrassed to ask anyone

Like positions that are “anti-work” or against “gender,” the thing being objected to is more detailed and specific than the range of meanings that can reasonably or semi-reasonably be assigned to the word in question (“work,” “gender,” “family”)—which is why these propositions and programmes can have a bit of a PR problem. And, as with all terms that position themselves against something (e.g. "anti-psychiatry"), the term "family abolition" can be taken up by people with a range of different positions who disagree amongst themselves on some issues. In general, though, no one objects to "people living together or being emotionally close to each other" or "children not being left to roam about at random and get eaten by wolves" or anything.

Rather, anti-capitalist objections to "the family" tend to hinge on objections to:

parental rights, or "the special legal powers of parents to control major aspects of their children’s lives," which function as "quasi-property interests" more than anything that is in the best interest of children (link explicitly relates to U.S. law). Parents legally control where their children live, whether and where they go to school, what information they have access to, what level of freedom of mobility they have, what medical care they receive and don't receive, and what they may do with their own bodies, and are legally allowed to physically assault their children.

relatedly, the lack of legal autonomy that children possess (this is also often discussed under the banner of "children's rights" or objections to "adultism").

the positioning of "the family" as the only economic or social "safety net" in an economy and a society which provide no other one (creating an artificial "structural scarcity" of care). In a society which is otherwise dominated by "economic competition between atomized individuals," the family must be relied on—and yet, for some people (whose families cannot or will not provide living space or financial support in an emergency; whose families are abusive and physically or psychically dangerous to be around or rely on; who will not receive help or emotional support from a spouse or family unit without making serious concessions on the level of their personhood being basically respected; Black working-class people in whose communities the nuclear family unit has been deliberately prevented from forming by government intervention), the family cannot be relied on.

the way that the positioning of "the family" as the only safety net therefore constitutes economic coercion that works to keep people (especially women and LGBT, disabled and/or transracially adopted people) in abusive or exploitative situations, and that works to create incentives for working-class women (whose employment is generally less secure) to make themselves erotically desirable to men & disincentives for doing anything else.

the idea that housework, gestational labour & childbirth, and childcare are tasks "naturally" falling to the "mother" ("mother" as a "natural category"), such that the social, political, and economic nature of these tasks, and the economic and political discourses that mobilise the creation of our concept of "motherhood," are obscured.

Thus the objection is to "the family" as a unit of social reproduction under capitalism—as a legal, political entity that structures inheritance, taxes, health insurance, "race" and ethnicity, &c., and therefore works as a sort of interface between the capitalist state and the individual.

So the programme of "family abolition" involves, firstly, the control of the means of production on the part of the proletariat (this is a communist programme—the point isn't to remove the safety net of the family while keeping capitalism in place, but rather the idea is that without capitalism this ultimately abusive safety net ought not to be needed); and then the abolition of marriage as a legal institution; the abolition of parental rights; the putting in place of measures for the elderly and disabled to be cared for regardless of whether they have family alive who are both able and willing to care for them; the forming of social networks at will; and, depending on who you ask, the communal raising of children (which involves ceasing to privilege "parent" as a legal title automatically conferred upon biologically creating a child).

Obviously, toddlers who do not yet understand things about the world including "causation" and "mortality" will need on occasion to be restrained from running blithely into the jaws of wolves &c. The argument is just that coercion of this sort should be legitimately in the best interests of the child; not performed by two people who need answer for their actions, up to and including battery of their children, in no way other than saying that they "plausibly believe this to be necessary to control, train or educate their child"; and walked back in measure as the child gains the ability to assert their own desires.

Probably no one has a perfect solution 100% worked out—life is messy, and we don't know what the future will look like—but having a perfect solution 100% worked out should not be a prerequisite for noticing that the current situation is abusive and untenable.

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projecttreehouse · 2 years

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tips for setting the scene

it’s easy to get caught up in dialogue or a character’s internal dialogue and forget altogether that they, too, exist in their own physical world. as authors, it’s primarily our job to convey the exact amount of information: the reader is on a need to know basis, but they also need to know enough to draw their own conclusions. i’ll admit, it’s a difficult task, but here are some tips to help set a scene:

- imagine the world from the eyes of your character: how do they see things? do they see the big picture first or are they drawn to smaller details that others don’t often notice? what’s pulling their attention away from the action or their own thoughts?

- breathe life into your scenes: i don’t mean the english teacher’s equivalent of “the curtains were blue means that the character is sad.” i’m talking about the blue filter in Twilight that conveys the “constant cover of clouds and rain” and the shift from the Arizona desert to the cool Pacific Northwest. think about all the small details that convey information about a scene and allow the readers to make inferences. if the character walks along a street and the yards shift from overgrown hedges with frayed yard chairs and a birdbath containing a mini swamp to yards with freshly cut grass with white picket fences and ornate wreathes hanging on the doors, you’re providing all of the details for readers to make an inference. context is needed, too, but that will be provided in the whole of your novel or short story. don’t be afraid to provide details and use figurative language.

- spread out your details: did you feel bombarded in the last tip? i provided a lot of details quickly, all at once, without spreading them between action, dialogue, or internal dialogue. i’m not going to stop you from being the next J.R.R. Tolkien if that’s how you like to write, but try not to overwhelm the reader with details all at once. it will feel more natural if you spread things out and allow the reader to feel as if they, too, are with the character in their environment. this is more of a stylistic tip, so take it with a grain of salt and think about what will work best for your novel. always go back to that and to what your character is seeing. how is this all playing out for them? how can you put feeling into the scene?

- place your characters within the scene: where are they in their environment? how are they interacting with the people or objects in it? what do they think about these things? you don’t need to tell the reader everything your character does, but provide enough information so that we don’t get lost in their movement or stagnation. it helps to have someone else read your work if you’re struggling with this part. if they’re lost as to where the character is or what they’re doing, chances are a good portion of your readers will be confused, too. check out your prepositions. are there too many? too few? use them, but don’t abuse them.

happy writing! if you need help setting a scene or have any questions, our ask box is always open!

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lure-of-writing · 7 months

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Why can't we?

Authors Note: Oh My gosh guys, the love on part two was insane, truly thank you so much. It makes me so happy seeing all the comments and reposts it means the most to me. Part three is officially here and I am so excited for you to read it and I can't wait to see what you guys think about it. Without giving the ending away I would love to hear what you guys think about an alternative ending? Anyways if you have any request or ideas please send them in and again thank you all so much!

Summary: After leaving the night court you begin to find your place in your new life, that is until the night court comes to be directly in your home.

Word count: 4.0k

Warnings: Angst, arguing, (Let me know if I forgot any!)

Part one: Never been good enough

Part Two: Left in regret

Thesan was waiting for your arrival with the captain of the peregryn army in the common area of his home. They had been waiting no more for ten minutes until they heard the thundering of wings and watched as Kolos landed with you in his arms.

Kolos was second in command under his captain and a lifelong friend of yours. Having been raised alongside him you knew he would never pass judgment upon you and also provide the support you would undoubtedly need in the following weeks as you figured out how to put your life back together. You were born into the dawn court but had chosen to leave with the idea of being able to be used to your full potential as a spy and you did in fact find that in the night court but you had also never regretted a decision as much as you also loved the people you met and memories you made from that said decision.

“Y/n welcome back home to the dawn court, we have missed you sincerely.” Thesan the living embodiment of calm energy welcomed you with open arms and a warm hug. “I assume all went well?” you could tell that the question was directed at Kolos “Yes they didn’t try to stop us but I think y/n has something very important to tell the two of you.” Without another word Thesan took a seat in a chair and motioned for everyone to do the same. “Azriel…Azriel is my mate.” you watched with a baited breath for anyone to say anything and for a while no one did that was until your high lord spoke up. “And how do you feel about that?”

“Well considering that he's in love with Elain, not very great. But I am not going to force either of us to be in a relationship that the other does not want. He was only apologetic because we are mates. If we weren’t he would have never chosen me.” In the week that you had been residing back in your home court you had kept all this information to yourself, unwilling or maybe even unable to accept the cards you had been dealt but to finally tell someone other the Kolos felt like lifting a weight off your chest. Like it was a start in the right direction to leaving the past and starting anew.

“This is certainly unexpected information.” the captain spoke up “Yeah you’re telling me.” a breathy laugh fell from your lips as you glanced at your high lord waiting to see what he had to say. “I guess that means I can expect letters from Rhysand or maybe even a visit from the night court?” Thesan looked at you in question. “Oh no, I don’t think that will be happening. I made myself very clear to Azriel that I didn’t want to be his second choice or anything like that. If I haven’t been good enough for him in the almost five hundred years of knowing him then why would I suddenly be good enough now? I’m not interested in partaking in those mind games.”

“Very well. I support whatever decision you make. Always.” you bowed your head in appreciation to the kind ruler. For as long as you remember Thesan has always been kind to you, always let you do as you wish and have control over your own life. He never offered any input unless asked and always listened with compassion while allowing you to figure out your own life, the least you could do is serve in his court to at least restart to repay him for all the care and compassion he has shown you in life. “Thesan? If you would allow it, I would be honored to serve in your court again, it's the least I can do to repay the kindness you have shown me.” you could tell the captain was uneasy with your request and it made sense you had just come from the night court claiming Azriel as your mate and now wanted to serve in his lover's court. But truly you wanted nothing more than to leave behind the past and start building your new life in the dawn court. The court you were always supposed to be in. “It would be an honor to have you serve in my court.”

Surprisingly it had been almost six months after leaving before the night court reached out to set up a meeting with you and the high lord but upon your request it was denied. You had finally settled into a routine not only within the court but within your own life and you had no plans of having any member of letting the night court interrupt that. “So how many more times do you think that they are going to send a letter before they get the hit?” Kolos sat at the kitchen table and watched as you made the both of them breakfast. “Honestly I don’t know. It's one thing in Rhysand is sending them himself but it's another if Azriel is asking him to send them. You know how Illyrians are, too stubborn for their own good.” Kolos couldn’t help but laugh at your statement for it held nothing but truth. “I suppose you are not wrong but what happens if there is a high lords meeting? You will be expected to attend.” The food was set before him as you moved to take the seat next to him. You placed you head on your head and smiled at him “It's a good thing I have my own personal warrior to protect me”

During the first initial weeks you stayed in the court palace but soon after you moved into Kolos house. At first it was only because you would never pass up the opportunity to live with your friend, especially in the time of trying to move past your old life of the night court and what's a better idea then moving forwards with the support of a lifelong friend. As the six months came and went you found yourself becoming interested in Kolos and it was safe to say that the same could be said for him. The line that was becoming increasingly more blurred of friends and lovers had never been crossed but something told you that it would be very soon.

You were at the daily meeting with Thesan and all of his other trusted advisors including Kolos when the announcement was made. “Rhysand has requested a high lords meeting, he also asks that it be held here.” there it was, the final card that you knew Rhysand had to play. Unlike most courts, Thesan had two emissaries, one was an older male and the other was you. He handled the day and night court while you handled the summer, spring, autumn and winter court. Theo, your counterpart, could not handle the likes of Berons offspring but unlike him nothing brought you more joy then the verbal sparring match that was bound to happen while dealing with Eris. Being in charge of the seasonal courts meant you had no idea what was happening with the other ones. Didn’t know it was escalating to the point of a high lords meeting being called but you also knew that when it came to Rhysands brothers he would stop at nothing to help them.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you. Nobody knew the full reason as to why you had returned to the dawn court but your departure from the night court had piqued enough interest that the fae in the room were looking to you for the answer as to why Rhysand requested this meeting. You knew why but refused to acknowledge it. “And what exactly is the reason behind this meeting?” Kolos was quick to pull the attention away from yourself and onto him. “He wants to see how everyone is doing after the war and talk over next moves.” you watched as Thesan weighed his options. “Very well, the same rules apply as last time.”

The date of the meeting had been set for three months after the letter had been read, as it was to ensure each court would be able to attend despite their excuses. You had spent the morning getting ready trying to fight off the nerves of having to see your old family again when Kolos decided that he had enough of watching you fight the thoughts running loose in your head. Leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed he simply watched for a minute as you perfected your makeup. “You do know that if Azriel tries anything I will kick his ass.” startled you look through the mirror to meet his eyes. “You also do know that the last time there was a high lord meeting that he was able to get through the barriers? I mean you were there.” Kolos simply gave you a shrug and a sly smile before taking in your outfit. A beautiful dress adored your body, it was a soft blush orange color as if to mimic the color of the sunrise. The top of the dress was a v-neck that stopped just below the sternum with straps on the top that started on one side wrapped around your neck and connected to the other side as if to make an x on your chest. The sleeves see through and flowy while the bottom of your dress had two hip high slits on each side of your hips. The whole dress was stunning.

Kolos knew that the dress you picked out was nothing out of your usual attire but after seeing you in night court clothes for so long it was nothing short of breathtaking to see you in dawn court attire, and it didn’t help that your dress was fit for a queen. As much as he would love to sit here and drink in your beauty for as long as you would let him, Thesan wouldn’t be pleased if you were last to the meeting that was being hosted in his court mostly for the reason of your old personal matters. So without another word said he ushered you to the door and from there you winnowed to the court palace.

Ryhsand was fashionably late as always but of course not without letting his shadowsinger and general making sure it was safe first. You watched from afar as he appeared from thin air and assessed that it was safe for his high lord and lady. Soon after the inner circle appeared before your very eyes. You watched as they took their seats across from where you were sat at the side of Kolos. Thesan was in the middle and to the right of him was his captain and to his right was Kolos and at his side was you. It was a safe bet to make that they were surprised to see you on the side of warriors and not the side where the other important court members sat.

You felt as if Azriel tried to catch your eyes but you refused to give him that satisfaction so instead you focused on watching all those in the room except the night court. “I forgot to tell you that you look stunning by the way.” Kolos had leaned over to whisper into your ear and intern place himself just mere inches from your face. “I see what you’re playing at but thank you.” you whispered back as you felt Azriel stare weigh on your body. “I’m not playing at anything, I simply forgot to compliment you earlier and thought I should do it before the chaos ensues.”

From the moment Azriel arrived his eyes couldn’t leave your body. They assessed you from head to toe to make sure you were ok before taking in your outfit. The night court attire looked good on you but he hates to admit the dawn court was devastatingly beautiful. He took in every part of your exposed skin and wished he could keep the eyes of every male and female off of you so that nobody got the idea of approaching you.

Azriel knew that you were avoiding making eye contact with him and anyone else from the inner circle and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt but he also knew he was to blame. But nine months had passed since he seen you last and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and be able to explain everything, to beg for your forgiveness and make the mating bond work. In those first six months Azriel sent letter after letter along with Rhysand pleading for you to come back and just talk to him but eventually he realized you wouldn’t so he asked Rhysand to call this meeting in hopes that he would get a moment alone with you to tell you everything he needed to say.

What Azriel didn’t account for was for you to be seated directly next to the random man he saw when you had come back to the house of wind to collect your belongings. He also didn’t account for the said random man to put his face so close to yours that if you moved you would be kissing. Azriel watched as the man whispered something in your ear and you turned to face him with a light blush now coloring your cheeks and soft smile gracing your features and before he knew it he was in between the two of you.

“Don’t ever get that close to my mate again.” Azriels words were thinly veiled with a promise of a threat. “Who is to say that she is your mate shadowsinger? As far as I knew you were with the middle Archeron sister. What was her name again? Ella? No…it’s Elain right?” Kolos knew that he was dancing on the edge of a fine line when it came to upsetting Azriel but he also knew that he was a warrior in his own right and could also handle his own if it came down to a fight.

It was as if you had been watching everything happen in slow motion. From Kolos complimenting you to Azriel appearing right before you and now them bickering. Snapping out from the haze you were in you grabbed Azriels arm marched him back over to the night court and demanded that Rhysand winnow you to the river house.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you yelled at your so-called mate. Without another thought you stalked up to Azriel and started pushing an accusing finger into his chest. “What made you think you had the right to do that! In front of the other courts also? Are you out of your mind?” Azriel had nothing to say, he had never seen you this mad, not even when you were yelling at him about Elain. He could see the redness creep up your neck and slowly take over your face, he watched as the rage built behind your eyes. Backing away from him you turn to look at the rest of the group and spot Elain sitting in the corner holding nyx. The person who started this all. You leveled her a glare before turning your attention back to the man who decided to play hero when it wasn’t necessary.

“Do you really think I needed you to come to my rescue like some damsel in distress? I know that this might be new news to you but I am no such thing and have never needed your rescuing, especially not now. That man you decided to threaten was Kolos, my childhood best friend for your information since you seem to think he's some sort of threat to my life. He will never be someone I need saved from. You on the other hand, well the same can’t be said for you.”

“I know you don’t need me to save you but y/n, that man could have kissed you if he had leaned forward. Please try to see that from my point of view. He may be a childhood friend of yours but you are my mate and I can’t just allow another male around you like that.” If you weren’t mad before then now you were livid. How dare he talk about someone being close enough to kiss you when the whole inner circle knew that he and Elain were doing much worse. “Let's get one thing clear, Azriel, I may be your mate but I do not want this bond. I refuse to let myself fall into a relationship where I am only wanted because the bond makes you want me. So if I want another male to kiss me then that is my decision only, you will have no input.” Once again you were face to face with Azirel, anger radiating from your very body. “You want me to look at that situation from your point of view? Ok Azriel, then let's look at you and Elain from my point of view shall we? How about all those times when she purposefully pushed herself into you or the times when she would need “extra” help with something as simple as stretching or when you two would sit and whisper to each other at family dinners. You also could have kissed her if you happened to move any closer. Plus let's not act like you two are innocent, everyone here knows what you two did behind closed doors. Oh and one last thing Azirel you do not allow who gets to be around me. You never have and you never will.”

Through the mating bond Azriel could feel your resentment not only towards him but also the situation and it was the first time the spy master could truly say he was feeling panicked. Azriel knew he had made a grave mistake but he also knew that he would have never even looked in Elains direction if he knew about the mating bond. If only you could see that he would spend the rest of his life apologizing for the pain he caused you if you would let him close enough to do so. He just had to get you to understand how sorry he was.

Rhysand could see that the situation was escalating on your part and that Azriel needed a minute to think of how to approach you so he tried to step in and help. “Y/n I know that you are upset with Azriel, but I think you need to step back from the situation and take a moment to calm down.” Rhysand may be a high lord but the pure hostility coming from you could rival his own power and deep down he knew he made a mistake interjecting.

“I need to calm down Rhysand? That's hilarious coming from you, I mean I do remember you being willing to kill Tamlin with your own bare hands for what he did to feyre. But I need to calm down? Alright.” Turning back around to deal with Azriel you found him on his knees before you. “Y/n I know that I fucked up. I know that I should have realized sooner that you had feelings for me because that is my job as spymaster to be aware of the slightest things and I am sorry that I failed to see that, but you have to understand, if I had known about the bond I would have never even looked in Elains direction. I know I can’t control who's around you but you have to understand I just want to keep you safe. And I know that Elain and I aren’t innocent but I will spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, you just have to let me.”

For a second all you could do is stare down at Azriel and feel his sorrow through the bond. And for a second you wanted to forgive him but deep down you knew that this moment would be something you could never let go, never get past. You knew that Azirel could spend the next thousand years apologizing but some part of you would never be able to fully trust him. And the realization broke your heart but you knew you also owed it to yourself to never be treated this way no matter the circumstance. A heartbeat later you knew the choice you had to make.

“Azriel, get up.” He had never heard your voice so dejected before and he knew something was wrong. “ I do not care that you were with Elain. Did it make me happy? No. but you were also with her before I knew about the bond so I guess it doesn’t matter but what does matter is that up until that point I had spent hundreds of years showing you my love with no acknowledgement ever but suddenly this “wholesome” human girl appeared ,who was afraid of fae mind you, and you were infatuated with her as if she hung the moon and the stars. What I do care about is that if it weren’t for the bond we share you would have never considered picking me instead of her, would have never looked my way. I mean hell you forgot me on the battlefield because Elain needed you.”

The inner circle watched as you took a frustrated breath in while trying to collect your emotions and they held their breaths also while waiting for you to say something else. “I have wanted a mate for as long as I knew about their existence and as much as I want to have this with you Azriel I can’t. There will always be a piece of me that can’t let this go. You could spend forever apologizing but I will never be able to fully accept it, and neither of us deserve that. I deserve to never be anything but the only choice and you deserve to be with someone who doesn’t have an ounce of resentment in their heart towards you. So no, I can’t do this.”

“Why can’t you see that I am picking you! I want you! I want this bond, I want this relationship! If this is what you want and it's what I want, why can’t we make this work? I would rather have you and you be mad at me for the pain I’ve caused you then to not have you at all. I will grovel at your feet until you see that I want this, if that's what I have to. I will do anything. Please…please just let's at least try.” Azirel had never felt so many conflicting emotions at once. Anger, heartbreak, nerves. You name it he's experiencing it waiting for your response.

“I’m…. I am so sorry Azriel. I can’t. At least not right now. I need time to process and to heal. I need time away from you and this and the whole situation. I need to find the version of me that is not the one who would do anything for an ounce of your attention. I am not saying no for forever but for now I am and for however long else I need. I won’t do anything to the bond but please don’t send me your emotions. I need to sort mine out without trying to figure out yours also. I do not know how long it will take but maybe someday in the future we can try again.”

With the permission from Thesan, Kolos winnowed to the river house to make sure you were ok and to bring you back from the night court. What he wasn’t expecting to find was Azriel on his knees before pleading for your forgiveness. He watched from afar as you explained why the mating bond couldn’t be. He disregarded Azriels form as you turned away from him and walked towards himself. Kolos wasn’t sure how you knew he was there considering you never once looked away from Azriel until you walked away but without any words needed he took your hand and winnowed away back to the dawn court to begin your healing.

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The thing about Murders at Karlov Manor is that from a story perspective, it couldn't have been set anywhere but Ravnica. And it especially couldn't have been set on New Capenna.

The story of Murders is ultimately about the fallout of March of the Machine on both Ravnica as a city, and on Kaya personally. The motivations for the high-profile deaths that litter the set are tied directly to elements of the Phyrexian invasion. The manner of murder is specifically set up to overcome the barriers Ravnica as a setting provides to a murder mystery. And Kaya only gets involved because of her questionably defined but always present relationship with Teysa Karlov.

Ravnica also comes pre-built with a host of established characters, who conveniently all hate each other. This enabled readers to theorise about whodunnit, as each daily chapter provided more information and more intrigue. People considered all kinds of threads: Could Jace be involved? Might Azor be pulling the strings somehow? How does Judith plan to survive her crazy plan? Lazav?? By the time Proft said "I know who the killer is", you too could get it. (then for some reason they delayed the reveal chapter so they could reveal the killer in a spoiler stream. even when the story is good, the management is bad)

If you move the story out of Ravnica, the whole thing falls apart. You lose everything that makes it work. A new plane would be functional, but a lot less engaging. Fiora is about political scheming, even more so than Ravnica. And New Capenna...

New Capenna is not a particularly well constructed setting. It works as a sparse background for a Magic set, but when you start poking at it, it falls over. Like, one of the nicer ways to describe New Capenna is "discount Ravnica", because you are comparing it to one of the game's most successful settings. And that's what New Capenna is - a city controlled by a number of distinct factions, built out of specific colour combinations. But the New Capenna factions are not as good as the Ravnica ones (and the Obscura are literally just the Dimir). There is crime on New Capenna, but there is no authority against which that crime is committed, which makes things rather hollow. Ravnica, as strange as its laws are, has laws, along with people to enforce them. (note: I am aware of the Doylist reason why New Capenna has no police. Watson is still crying.)

Ravnica being well-developed allows it to function as a backdrop for a different idea. New Capenna's issues do the opposite. In fact, any return to New Capenna would need to reckon with how the setting got completely turned over by the return of the angels. You can't just say "well the crime has punishment now, onto the mystery". You have to actually engage with the big change, or you're just dragging New Capenna into a deeper hole.

conclusion: When the Magic story is good it's because the writer looked at the setting and characters they were given and used them together well. This is only possible if you have a setting and characters that can be used well. Ravnica has that, the crime plane does not.

#magic: the gathering #magic the gathering #mtg

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winterr77 · 7 months

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ੈ✩ Habits for your academic life

Below are some habits and rules to keep in mind throughout your studies and some tips that will elevate your learning experiences.

☆ Setting boundaries and learning to say no

It is always easy to say yes and join every social event that one is invited to, however its crucial to consider your own personal life and the consequences of your decisions. Hanging out with friends is a needed event as a social creature, however it's better to exercise caution and know when to say "no" to focus on your own goals and dreams. Don't get pulled into the pace of others and focus on finding a routine and schedule that works for your own benefit.

☆ Being comfortable with your own company

You will find in uni that there are lots of times that you will spend alone, and maybe feel a little anxious that you're the only person who isn't constantly in the company of someone everyday like you maybe were in high school. However, realise that even the time to yourself is a time of value, and treasure those moments to focus and work on your own goals. It is easier to get lost and lose sight of your ambitions when with others who don't have the same aspirations as yourself. Use your own time to sit down and work out what you want to achieve and quietly put in the effort to win.

☆ Never being scared to ask questions

It can be quite daunting to ask questions in lectures, so I prefer to ask my questions during times that aren't forced into a short time interval, such as tutorials, office hours, and other forms of learning support that your university/college provides. This way there is no rush to answer my questions and take my time in working through concepts and ideas. Ask questions based on your own conclusions, questions that challenge current rules and perspectives. Think deeper into your lessons and seek to make use of every bit of information.

☆ Being curious

This is very much related to the point above, that being that personal interest really aids with the brains memory retention. The more things you approach with an enthusiastic attitude, the easier it is for your brain to remember and categorise. Having curiosity, even if it is forced, gives a great advantage where you seek to interconnect the information you learn with other data, and grow more networks of neurons that allows your brain to stay healthy and active.

☆ Initiating contact

Struggling with a theory or assignment? Great, it shows that you are actively trying to understand a concept and working your brain muscles. Now the best way to comprehend or complete what you are struggling with is to access support materials. Still difficult? Reach out. Your teachers, professors, tutors are all there for your benefit. Use them intelligently and squeeze every drop of assistance and support from them while they are still available to you.

☆Watching educational content to aid your studies

You can never lose from learning a bit more every day. However make sure to fact check and find your information from trusted and quality sources. In general, it's always a win to be educated in various topics from health, sciences, arts, humanities and more to gain a better understanding of ourselves, our world, and humanity.

For example, I watched a ted talk today, and here is my conclusions from my notes:

ੈ✩TedX: Why Reading Matters by Rita Carter

Summary:

☆Your brain needs a workout as much as your body. And reading fiction seems to be one of the best workouts you can get. (I recommend quality fiction, with that being classic literature because it genuinely exercises your mind with its intricate language techniques and diverse vocabulary)

☆Not only is it good for you, but it's also good for society as a whole because the brain is like a muscle: the more you force yourself through books to take other people's perspectives, to sympathise, to empathise with other people, the more empathetic a society we will have.

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good luck lovelies

~winter

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ 7 minutes in heaven hell ❞ ─ a kiss with a fist blurb ; NSFW!

pairing: lawstudent!aaron hotchner x lawstudent!reader. summary: getting a law degree is a pain, especially if you end up sharing the same classes with someone as competitive as you. or: academic rivals to lovers get heated up on a game of 7 minutes in heaven. content warnings: foul language. alcohol consumption. weed consumption. very steamy make out in a dark locked small room. this is an AU (i was lazy to make it year appropriate, so it's set today). relationship status on this blurb: academic rivals on the same friend group. word count: 1.5k

one spot. you read the notice by the door and feel your insides burn, your eyes search for something and it's easy to find it, he's glancing back not far from you, the same passion, the same burn crossing his face.

the best internship had opened one spot. you could have the chance to work under the best professor on campus. hotchner was thinking the same thing as you, you knew it: there was no way you would let him take your spot. you two weren't competing with the rest of the second years, you were competing with each other.

"i saw the notice first, don't fucking dare." his threatening tone comes between gritted teeth and it makes you laugh as you enter the classroom.

"hotch darling, i'm not even going to pretend to listen to that." your reply comes in teasing as it always did, your eyes glued to your phone as you typed in your information in the website provided on the notice.

your little feud began during the first year, very early on as you two competed to get professors' attention when questions were asked, each trying to come up with a response faster. but it was solidified when you scored slightly higher than him on your criminal law test–his path of choice after graduating. of course the problem wasn’t really the fact you scored higher, but it was how you decided to smear it on his face every time the opportunity came to you.

the thing about constantly fighting for the top that not many people talk about is how isolating it can be, that was probably why the top 7 of your classes ended up flocking together, the bunch of you were always the ones at the library, always the first ones to get to class and the last to leave, it got to a point that talking to each other and being friends was the natural course of action, even if you all knew there was no limits when it came to sabotage if necessary, no offense taken.

you didn’t mind it, you didn’t see them as competitors, the only one in the group who had the same drive and the same talent as you was aaron hotchner, he was the enemy. your only real rival.

and at this moment your rival was right in front of you, sitting in a circle on the floor of two of your friends’ apartment, cheap beer in hand and stupid smile across his face. his cheeks are red from how much he’s drunk already and it annoys you how sweet he looks like this when you know he can be an absolute asshole when he feels like it. and he always feels like it when it comes to you.

“guess all of you already signed up for the selection, yeah?” one of the girls comments, coming back to the circle with chips and a joint to pass around. every single one of you hums. “joseph’s dad works with her, don’t think any of us have a chance.”

“joseph? who’s that?” aaron is annoyed already, why even ask students to sign up if this type of connection was always the winner? at least with you the fight was clean, it was fair, just two nerds pulling all nighters to get good grades.

“mcsleepy.” the same girl answers, the living room gets loud in complaints and groans, there were too many students so nicknames were the way to remember, joseph mcsleepy was always sleeping during classes because he didn’t care enough. he had the money, the parents and the connections.

“oh fuck off, that’s really… just–fuck off.” you take the joint from someone’s hand and hog it for a while, taking more than a drag of it. “and what happened to not talking about school when we’re here?”

“real, let’s play something and forget about our upcoming failure.” one of the boys tells the group while stealing the joint from your hand and you go back to cheap beer, waiting for the group to decide what to do with your evening.

again the whole room gets loud, some think karaoke is a good idea, others just want to get to some bar. and then some idiot suggests 7 minutes in heaven.

“fun, so we’re all teenagers now.” hotchner speaks your mind before you can, not an unusual thing to happen, but it was always awful to notice how similar you two could be. his tone is dry as his humor usually is, but it doesn’t stop the others from placing a bottle in the middle of the circle.

you could leave, as could he, but the alcohol, the joint and the sad truth that your friends would be making your life hell for not being a good sport kept your asses glued to the floor and your eyes on the bottle. the moment it began spinning around the realization that you could be trapped in a closet with aaron spinned your brain around, preparing yourself to get up and leave before it could happen.

if only luck was on your side.

as if the object could read your mind, it stopped pointing to you and back to hotch, a loud cheer came from your friends as he shook his head, trying to argue to spin it again, they wouldn’t let that happen if it were anyone else even, but being the two of you just made it more fun to everyone involved.

for one, the two of you were the most academically gifted and hardworking, so they enjoyed making you squirm, the no offense taken rule made it okay for them to gang up on you two at times. but more than that, the bickering was annoying to them, especially when they were trying to study, so for them it was like a bit of a punishment you and aaron deserved.

you gulped down the rest of your beer in a mouthful and before you could even try to fight it you were pushed to the smallest and darkest closet you’ve ever seen, let alone been in. it was warm and you could feel his breath down on you along with his imposing presence.

“so this is it? we just stay here for 7 minutes?” you’re not sure why he’s whispering but you are about to agree with him, but something comes to mind and maybe it’s the beer but you get to thinking that if mcsleepy was the only competition you could maybe convince your professor you were a better pick than someone for their name only. but you needed to get hotch out of the way, he needed to give it up.

you're both already close enough, but you pull him by his shirt either way, tip toeing to get to his ear. “we could have some fun too–” you place one knee on his crotch making him groan, “if–and only if, you give up trying for the internship.”

his scoff to your proposition throws you off slightly, maybe it was your mistake to think it would be easier, he’s a man, it shouldn’t be too hard to get what you wanted with the right offer, right? “sweetcheeks, you’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong. just not enough to make me quit anything.”

your cheeks redden with anger from the rejection and you’re glad it’s dark so he won’t see it. you won’t insist on it, that would be too humiliating, but your gears shift and it’s like a lightbulb turns on in your brain: make him suffer. get him begging.

instead of replying to his little insult, you move your lips to his neck, keeping your knee exactly in the same spot as it was originally, slightly putting more pressure on him as your lips work on leaving wet kisses on his neck.

aaron can sense what you’re doing but he prides on bring a self-controlled man, not usually the type to let anything cloud his judgment–especially not you. but this is a different situation than normal, it’s a game, a game where he could simply take what you’re willingly giving and forget about it later. he didn’t promise you anything, after all.

again, he groans by your ear, very much enjoying your touches, his hands gripping by the sides of your hips under your shirt, as one of yours begin palming his already stiff cock over his jeans, your mouth never touches his even though he tries and each of his attempts to slide his hands higher to your breasts are met with obvious rejection, your hands pulling them back down.

“c’monnnn… i know you’re torturing me but fuck.” his whiny voice through the complain makes you grin, especially when he once more shifts your face to him with his hand, again trying to connect your lips to his and failing as the door unlocked showing the 7 minutes had passed. you peek down to his bulge and laugh because even though you’re definitely wet, he’s the one who’s gonna go straight to the bathroom to either calm down or jerk off.

“think you might need some time alone, hotch darling, see you back at the living room.”

#lari writes sometimes #i gotta create the masterlist too gosh #aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario #lawschool!hotch #hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut

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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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summer (part 3/3)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

summery: Summer camp has always been your favourite thing, but as you enter you last year at the camp, as a councillor, you meet someone that changes everything.

warnings: smut!! also gut wrenching angst yall idk

i’m so sad this story is coming to an end :((

pt1 pt2

love, sienna <3

the past few days have been nothing short of amazing. it’s not like you to have so much hope for the future, but Matt changed everything.

every perception you had of love finally feels real. it feels like a chance for your life to finally be a movie, and this time your not a supporting character.

if you hadn’t known him for six days you’d say you’re in love, but that’s extremely soon—the two of you never even made anything official.

on one of your late night adventures you had brought up what happens after camp, when life goes back to being real.

immediately you were expecting to prepare for heartbreak, that he’d say something along the lines of you just being a summer fling and nothing more.

but Matt’s not like that, he constantly surprises you with how good of a human being he is.

there’s not much he can do with you in public other than stolen glances and mentions of inside jokes, but in private?

let’s just saw Matthew Sturniolo is a real romantic.

he always knows what to say to make you feel better if you get in your head, which happens embarrassingly often.

somehow he’s gotten your love language down to a tee, always saying the right things to get you flustered and always providing a comforting touch when needed.

you know that at the end of the day you can see him, you can cuddle in a hammock and rant about everything and anything.

it’s too soon to say (you know this) but he feels like your person. in a way that you never expected to find, especially not this soon.

there was a plan set in place. the two of you would keep touch while you go to school in boston and he gets a job with his uncle at an automobile shop fixing up old bikes.

yeah he’s also a biker, and all that information did was make you more into him, though he was scared shitless to tell you.

as much as you loved summer camp, you finally had a reason to be excited to go back home.

the two of you have established an insane amount of trust in six days—you’ve told him things about yourself that you’ve never told another soul, and he did the same to you.

it all feels so easy, but that’s because it is.

the relationship you two share (whatever it is) is simple. it never feels like you have to put in any effort to be a better version of yourself because he has told you countless times that you are enough.

and for once in your life, you began to believe it.

this leaves you to your last night with him at camp, the last night before the bus picks everyone up at three the next day.

the two of you are doing what you’ve been doing for the past week, laying in a hammock and speaking for the sake of hearing each others voice.

you lay comfortably on top of him, low enough that he can rest his chin on the top of your head. it’s the coldest night yet, a reminder that summer is coming to an end soon, but you’re still wearing flowy shorts and a hoodie that you drown in, attempting to savour summer while you can.

Matt’s wearing a dark green t-shirt and black sweats, in honour of it being the last day he’s given up on hiding his tattoos—that is more than okay with you because you love seeing as much of him as possible.

to you, he’s perfect in every way.

his long hands rest on your bare thighs as you speak, his thumb rubbing small circles on your inner thigh. you ignore how it makes you feel because to be honest you aren’t entirely sure what the feeling is. you were a virgin in every meaning of the word—this is all to say that you liked his hand placement, maybe more than you’d admit to anyone.

“what’s your favourite animal?” he asks, hands still gently caressing you as he speaks.

you furrow your eyebrows at the question, considering the two of you just had a long talk about mental health, it seems incredibly random. “what?”

he chuckles slightly, as if he was expecting that reaction from you. “i feel like we’ve told each other all the deep shit but i wanna learn the little fun facts about you”

your heart melts. again. he was a way of doing that to you. “i think my favourite animal is probably a beluga whale. they just look so happy all the time and i used to stay up at night when i was younger and watch literal whale documentaries”

it’s clear he can’t control the laugh that escapes his mouth at your answer so you slap his hand because it’s really the only part of him you have access to in this position. “fuck-“ he’s cut off by his own laughter once more, this time your laughing slightly too. “i just was expecting like a cat or something, not a very specific type of whale.”

“what’s yours then Matthew? a dog?” his breathing stops immediately which is easy to feel because his lungs are practically pressed up against you, causing you to be a walking lie detector test. “no fucking way you were making fun of me for mine when yours is a literal dog”

he gasps dramatically. “what’s wrong with dogs? what have they ever done to you?”

you smile cheesily. “i’m not a dog hater, just saying out of all the animals out there, they may not be the coolest animal.” it’s silent for a moment until you interrupt it to speak again. “do you have a dog back home?” you don’t know much about his home life, but it’s not something he loves to bring up.

“i do, his names Trevor he’s my man” somehow your smile grows. “when i was like twelve i taught him how to give me high-fives and now he’s pro”

“i need to meet him i’ll become his best friend” you say without thinking, you do love befriending dogs after all.

but Matt gasps behind you again. “are you trying to steal my dog from me?”

you roll your eyes, not that the boy above you can see. “you might be the sassiest man i’ve ever met”

“take that back right now” he jokingly squeezes your thigh, freezing in place in preparation for you to say what he’s expecting.

what he’s not expecting though?

the slight moan that somehow escapes your mouth. “fuck” you breath out before slapping your hand over your mouth.

you freeze because.

what the actual fuck just happened.

you know Matt won’t make fun of you, or at least it would be unlike him to, but that doesn’t make it less awkward. you can hear him gulp above you, great! this is just great.

you try your best to muster up an apology “sorry i don’t uh-“ what are you even meant to say when that happens? sorry you squeezing my thighs made me horny? that’s definitely not the route you were planning on taking.

“you want my hands?” he mumbled above you and you’re so incredibly unsure how to respond.

you’re stomach is filled with almost every emotion imaginable, fear, excitement, anxiety, lust. it’s all so confusing but clearly you take too long to respond because he talks again—this time returning to rubbing those small, teasing, circles on your thighs.

“i can make you feel good you just have to ask” you can’t have this conversation without looking at him, it’s too confusing to grasp what’s serious and what’s not.

so you look up to him, flipping your body slightly so your torso is twisted towards him. “i’ve never done anything, like ever in any capacity” you can tell your about to ramble and get your unable to stop yourself. “i mean making out with you was the furtherest i’ve ever gotten to-” you shake your head “you get the point”

he smiles, not a judging smile, not an empathetic smile, a new one. and you liked it. “do you want to do something? i don’t want to pressure you into anything your not comfortable with, we can pretend this conversation never happened”

you trust Matt, his reaction to this whole dumb situation only further proves that. “i think i maybe wanna try… try something i mean, i don’t plan on losing my virginity in this hammock no offence” you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, the position you are currently in is definitely not comfortable.

“i want whatever you want” his response is simple but still makes you woozy.

it’s awkward to explain what you want, so you kiss him, because that’s the easiest thing for you, and you really like kissing him.

he immediately kisses back and moves his hands to your sides making you pull off out of shock.

but you know what the boys about to say when he drops his hands. “no Matt i liked it”

you pick his hands up and place them back on yourself, leaning back into the kiss. for a moment you do just that, you kiss. your body still wants more and you grow sick of fighting with it. “you’re comfortable with whatever yeah?” you ask the moment you pull off the boy again, in a way it’s easier if you take the lead, to avoid anything happening out of your comfort zone.

Matt just nods, about to speak when you take his hands on your sides and guide them to your chest. you breathe out in pleasure, the smallest touch already making you feel insane. he squeezes gently through your hoodie, reaching in to kiss you again.

the kiss is more intimate this time, but you physically cannot stay in your current position any longer, simply because you are not a contortionist. so you lay back in your original spot, Matt’s hands still making the same small circles he made earlier, now on your clothes nipples as opposed to your thigh.

you fight the urge to moan out, mostly because it’s embarrassing how touch starved you are, but also because if someone heard you you would simply jump into the lake and drown.

he seems content with his hands there, and as good as it feels you want more. “Matt” you say quietly, lowering his hands to your lower stomach, you start shifting up slightly so that you are in reach of his hands.

“have you had an orgasam before?”

“Matt!” you whisper yell at the boy, dumbfounded by the question.

“well sorry but i think it’s relevant to know by now, you might already know what you like or don’t like and i want you to enjoy this” it’s insane how he can be so sweet even in a setting such as this.

you sigh, he is right, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. “no..”

his fingers toy with the strings on your shorts as he speaks. “that’s okay i’m not gonna judge you, i’ll just go slow then yeah?” you nod. “and if you don’t like something you need to tell me, i won’t be mad. you deserve to feel good”

“okay, i trust you” the boy could melt at that sentence alone but remains composed, his hands now trailing lower—slowly making there way to the spot on your body that is literally throbbing. “please Matt”

that sentence was enough for his fingers to make contact, applying a gentle pressure to your clit through your shorts. you can’t even hold back the whimper that escapes your lips. “feels good yeah?” his fingers revert back to those same circles, the amount of pressure he’s placing is intoxicating.

he uses his whole hand to fully cup you, fingers feeling your entrance through your favourite shorts that are now…soaked. “your body’s telling me you like it but i want you to tell me”

“fuck i like it, i want more” you breath out.

you can hear him chuckle behind you at your neediness, but ultimately he lifts his hand and begins slowly moving his fingers into your shorts. at this point your frustrated, you have never been an overly sexual person but something about Matt has you feral, and he’s sitting here and teasing you. “Matt i swear to god if you don’t stick your fingers inside of me i’m gonna do it myself” he breaths out another laugh.

“okay baby i’ll stop teasing” he kisses the top of your head as his hand makes its way into your underwear. “i’m not giving in that easily next time” this catches you off guard, but it is fair to assume there will be a next time, eventually.

he teases your bare clit slightly as his fingers reach for the wetness pooled up to spread over your folds—now you’re moaning for real.

he brings his left hand to your mouth, gently covering it with his index finger. “shh” it’s ironic he’s saying that because his right fingers have focused back onto your puffy clit and you’re literally squirming under his touch.

Amara never talked about it feeling this good.

he continues his circles on your clit and you’re a whimpering mess, your body bucking up for more. “baby don’t do that”

at first you were confused as to why he said that, that is until you fully felt him beneath you, and all of a sudden it makes sense why he’d want you still.

you just made the poor boy hard and now your shifting your body directly on top of him.

“how do you feel right now? still good?” he whispers practically directly in your ear, and somehow even though he was only talking, it made every movement of his fingers feel better.

“keep talking” you breath out, you didn’t realize it could feel so good without anything inside of you but here you are.

he furrows his eyebrows. “what?”

this kid literally makes you spell everything out for him. “i like your voice, keep talking”

he chuckles again from above you, and if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position you’d slap him. “you still want my fingers inside of you?” his pressure on your clit increases, along with the speed of his circles—it’s as if he’s doing purposely to make speaking coherent sentences difficult for you.

with his hand gone from your mouth you bring your own up to your lips to muffle the moans escaping you. taking a moment to compose yourself while his speed remains the same. “mm please”

he starts with one finger , thumb now taking over on your clit—thank god for that because one finger already fills you up. you’re just confused where the pleasure is supposed to come from this, in the smut you read they don’t really specify when it’s supposed to-fuck. the pleasure definitely comes from the curling of his fingers, definitely.

Matt speaks again, and thank god he does because his voice literally makes you wet. “keep your hand on your mouth baby”

you’re gone. absolutely spent. normally, you’d question him, but all you want right now is to chase your pleasure, so you oblige. “you want another finger?” you nod, unable to speak without whimpering mid sentence. the second finger is definitely an adjustment, but one your grateful for because the feeling of two fingers hitting you g-spot simultaneously is so-

his left hand snakes up your shirt while the speed of his fingers curling has you moaning into your hand. you definitely didn’t wear a nice bra, you don’t own any because before you met Matt you had no reason to. but it’s hard to not focus on that as his hand slides under your sports bra, fingers brushing over your perked up nipple.

between his thumbs pressure on your sensitive clit, his long fingers curling into you at a dangerous pace and his fingers placing delicate touches to your nipple—it literally feels like heaven.

“Matt i-“ you cant even finish your sentence, overcome by pleasure again.

“yeah feels so good huh? you like the way my fingers make you feel?” you stay silent underneath him as he talks, you think you’re close but have no real way of knowing that. “you’re so perfect for me”

somehow, that’s what send you.

he picks up his pace as your stomach clenches and your legs squeeze together—it’s like you have no control over your own body in this moment.

the pressure your own hand has to place on top of your lips to avoid any noise escaping is crazy and you’re sure it’s not a pretty sight—Matt would beg to differ. “there you go just like that pretty girl, all over my fingers”

he slows down now, taking his hand out from inside of you and spreading your release over your clit. you can’t help but shiver under his touch, and you’re sure if you could see him right now he’d be wearing a proud smirk as he licks his fingers clean.

“that was way better than i expected holy shit” you giggle softly underneath him.

his heart could melt at that laugh—if that was the only laugh he could hear for the rest of his life he’d be more than happy. “you had bad expectations for me or what?” he jokes.

“fuck off i was complimenting you. maybe you didn’t deserve it” you respond, rolling your eyes yet again.

his response is to pull you up so your face is next to him. the tension that forms immediately is crazy, both of you remaining eye contact while you catch your breath. it’s clear he has something on his mind but you aren’t sure what. “Matt”

“y/n” he smiles slightly, as if saying your name was enough to bring him joy.

you sigh. “what are you thinking about right now?”

if he was being entirely honest he’d say he’s falling for you, but he can’t be the first to admit it, especially not after 6 days of meeting you. “i just don’t wanna leave you” you frown slightly, not because it’s a sad sentence but because of how much you needed to hear that. “i wish we could stay here forever, just like this” his hand finds your own, toying with your fingers as he speaks.

“just because camps over doesn’t mean we’re over, you know that right?” you bite your lip, waiting for a response from the fluffy haired boy.

except you don’t get a response right away and you’re met with more silence as you see the thoughts course through his head. “Matthew”

“will you be my girlfriend?” he looks so incredibly nervous although to you the answer is obvious.

an uncontrollable grin forms on your face before you can even answer the anxious boy. “yes obviously i will be your girlfriend” you kiss him before he can even reply, cupping his face with your hands because you’ll never be close enough to him.

he pulls back with a smile on his face. “i was scared”

“you are just a goof” you bring your hands up to toy with his hair. “we do need to go back though”

he frowns dramatically “nooooo” his head dips to your chest, hiding his face.

“cmon tough guy we’ll see each other tomorrow” you giggle.

“it won’t be like this though” he groans when you give a him a look of annoyance. “okay fine you go ahead without me i’ll come soon.”

you furrow your eyebrows at the boy “why can’t we go together?”

embarrassment encases his face. “can’t really walk into a cabin full of kids with a tent in my pants”

you’re confused at first, until your eyes trail down and- he is not wrong. “you sure you don’t want my help?”

he laughs. “you have done more than enough pretty girl, go be a good camp councillor i’ll be fine”

pretty girl.

you were really okay with that nickname replacing your old one.

after a moment of silence, you kiss him one more time, savouring the taste of his lips on your own, the way his mouth encapsulates yours. “goodnight”

he smiles. “goodnight baby i’ll see you tomorrow”

_______________________________________________

you didn’t need your alarm to wake you up this morning, instead you had a bunch of nine year old girls who are excited to see their parents to do that for you.

as thrilled as they all are, you can’t help but feel a pit in your stomach.

camp is over.

you just finished your last year and you are never coming back. no more helping kids tie their shoes and apply sunscreen. no more sneaking out at night to hangout with Matt and telling him everything.

it’s over, this is the final day and after this you’ll become a full time college student working towards a degree.

soon you’ll be struggling with managing your time, barely having enough money for meals and going out with Matt any chance you get.

the pit in your stomach only increases when you make eye contact with Amara at breakfast.

the two of you haven’t spoken since the night you fought and honestly, you missed her.

it’s so easy to focus on the negatives of a person that it clouds all the incredible positives they provide.

she was your rock. she knows almost everything about you and she’s been with you through everything.

without her you wouldn’t have meals brought to your room after your mom passed, and you wouldn’t of known how to kiss. she was your sister, and right now you feel like a stranger to her.

breakfast wraps up and leaves the kids to pack.

it’s all hectic and overwhelming, trying to re-roll sleeping bags and look for lost items.

another camp councillor offers to help and you take that as you chance to “go to the bathroom” but instead you were going to make things right with your best friend.

you knew you weren’t entirely in the right, you had kind of blown up on Amara when in reality she couldn’t have known what was happening in your life. maybe she didn’t ask, but you also didn’t tell her, and to the two of you, that’s just as bad.

so you make your way to the vicinity of her cabin to see her campers all playing on the iconic camp swing while she kicks dirt.

you’ve never seen someone as amazing as Amara look so incredibly lonely. “hey” you muster up the courage to speak to her. it’s uncomfortable but you can tell you both need it.

“hi” she sighs, and to be honest it’s hard to tell if it’s a sigh of empathy towards you are just general sadness for the situation at hand.

“can we talk? in your cabin maybe?” she nods in response, tight lipped as you make your way over to the log building.

the walk is short but hopeful. when you arrive at her cabin you each take a seat on a bunk bed, sitting alongside each other as you gather your thoughts.

“i’m sorry that-“

“i never meant to-“

the two of you speak at the same time but she motions at you. “you go first”

why was this so hard?

“i’m sorry for snapping at you. i got so insanely immaturely jealous of you and so sick of you turning down every boy and it was stupid and childish and-“ you breathe out as you are interrupted.

“i like girls” she has a look of terror in her eyes as she speaks.

after a short moment of silence you speak “you what?”

“i spent so much time trying to appease the male gaze and i was always so confused why it was never fulfilling when i got with a guy, and why i was turned off so quickly you know?” you nod, waiting eagerly for her to continue. “i think i’ve always liked girls i just didn’t have it figured out until a few months ago. and part of me was so mad at myself that i just thought i could repress it and keep getting with guys and if i find the right guy then maybe it won’t be so difficult but then i found the right girl.” you smile.

you grab her hands as a smile now forms on her face as well. “well what’s she like?”

she lets out a deep breath, like a massive weight has just been lifted off her shoulder. “she’s confident and she’s beautiful and she’s so incredibly kind, more kind then i could ever be. and she always smells like vanilla, not musky cologne but vanilla.”

“Amara i’m so happy for you. you never have to hide anything from me ever i love you so much and i always want what’s best for you. it’s part of why i was so annoyed at your lack of commitment to some great boys because i just wanted you to be happy and loved. but now you will be and that means the world to me”

“so you’re cool with it yeah?” she asks, moving her eyes from off the floor.

“i love you Amara. i love whatever you throw at me and anything that makes you you, i’m in full support”

the two of you fight the urge to cry, well you fight the urge better than her but when she pulls you into a hug you’re both a crying mess.

after a while you both pull back and wipe the tears that just streamed down your red cheeks. “so” she sniffles. “what’s going on with you and that Matt boy?”

“Amara don’t judge him” you roll your eyes.

“i’m sorry he’s just not my type what can i say?” she giggles. “but for real, are you guys a thing?”

you smile like a kid. you had been so excited to tell Amara everything and it’s been killing you that you haven’t been able to gush over your boy.

“he might be my boyfriend” you cover your face with you hands, a smile forming on your face and she playfully smacks your arm.

“no fucking way! how did that even happen? i want every single detail”

and so she gets just that.

how the two of you met. the tension filled eye contact that turned into long talks in the hammock. how you felt kissing him for the first time. your experience last night in said hammock. how much he understands you.

everything. and she is more than happy for you.

“i just can’t believe you were fingered in a hammock. like that’s crazier than some of the shit that i’ve done. i don’t know if i’m proud or disappointed”

“both?”

“he sounds really amazing. i’m happy you found someone that you get to experience that kind of stuff with, out of anyone you deserved it” she squeezes your hands.

this is exactly what you needed and you finally feel whole again. “i missed you”

“trust me i missed you more y/n. let’s get ready to go home yeah?” she stands up off the bunk bed, motioning for you to stand up with her.

“yeah” you use her hand to help you up as the two of you exit the cabin with bright smiles and a new sense of hope.

it’s all okay again.

_______________________________________________

parents begin showing up and one by one the amount of kids left at camp lessens.

you also see Matt again and you couldn’t be more happy. he was finally properly introduced to Amara and although they jokingly hate each other you can tell they get along and that just fills your heart.

“Matt did y/n not tell you about what happened in grade six? it was character development at its finest” Amara giggles. the three of you are waiting at the dock for the bus and Matt’s parents to arrive.

its a cloudy day, slight mist coming from the sky as the wind gently blows the leaves on the trees surrounding you.

he laughs. “she absolutely did not i need to-“ Matt’s phone begins ringing and he reaches for his pocket before checking the name. “sorry one second i gotta take this”

his demeanour is different now, more heightened as he walks off to answer the call.

“y/n the bus is here” Amara points at the dirt road with a big yellow school bus driving into camp.

you don’t want to leave without a proper “see you later” to Matt.

“just wait up for me i’ll be there in a sec!” you smile as she walks off, your feet dangling from the dock happily while you wait for your boyfriend to come back.

it’s peaceful like this. the occasional fish jumping in and out of the water, the birds chirping in the distance.

it begins to rain slightly but you don’t care. rain has always been something you enjoyed. whether it’s the smell or the rainbow that shows up after, you’re in love with it.

it’s unfortunate that you have to say bye to the boy, but the moment the two of you got your phones back you placed one another’s numbers in there so that you don’t have to wait till you see each other again to speak.

never in a million years did you think you’d meet someone like Matt. someone as caring and considerate, someone as mature and goofy.

he was yours and you were his and that would always be enough for you.

you hear footsteps approaching in the distance so you stand up on the dock as Matt makes his way over.

the rains more heavy at this point but you care more about the boy in front of you than the weather.

immediately you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, but he doesn’t kiss back, his lips remaining stagnant.

instead he looks at you with a look of pure hopelessness on his face while he bites his lip. your eyebrows furrow and you pull away completely. “Matt what happened?”

he squeezes his eyes shut as if he’s unable to face the situation at hand. his lip quivering as he speaks.

“my parents are sending me to military school”

oh.

none of this makes sense. he chose camp. he had a choice and he decided against getting sent away. he’s almost eighteen i mean can they really do that?

a tear rolls down his cheek and suddenly it all feels so real. the pit in your stomach is back.

“how can they do that? you’re almost eighteen Matt” he shakes his head, using his finger tips to massage his temples.

“it’s uh” he struggles to get the words out. “it’s a program for young criminals that the government sets up. my parents spoke with the system and after they found more dirt on me they decided it was for the best”

you shake your head aggressively. as if you’ll be able to shake away whatever the fuck is going on. “they can’t do that. they can’t take you from me, this isn’t”you’re own tears well up now as you take a deep breath. “Matt”

he pulls you into him. his hands holding your head as you cry into his sweater. “i’m so sorry. i’m sorry i’m a fuck up, im sorry i’m putting you through this, i’m sorry that i fell in love with you”

the love word.

it’s a word that’s thrown around a lot now. sure, everyone knows it has meaning, but hearing it from Matt’s mouth? you’re heart just broke.

your heart broke at a boy confessing his love to you.

nothing about this situation is fair. he was grieving his best friend and took out his anger on the world.

he’s not a bad person. he never was.

not even when he first met you and didn’t offer you a hand, not when he gave you dirty looks across the dining hall, and not when he committed literal crimes.

Matt is good. he is so full of good and now he’s being punished. as if he hasn’t been through enough.

“what?” you pull back, looking into his eyes for an answer as the rain pours over your hair, causing slight curls to form.

“sorry it slipped out i just-“

you kiss him. you kiss him as if you’ll never kiss him again. as if you’re starving for his lips on your own. and he kisses back the same, his hands cupping your cheeks as your lips move in a rhythm you’ve grown accustomed to.

you’re out of breath as you pull out. “i fell in love with you too, Matt. i fell so in love with you in seven days because you are a good human. you care about others, and you think about things that pass over most peoples heads. you are so fucking amazing in every way and i rack my brain every night trying to figure out how i got so lucky”

as much as he’d love to smile at the reciprocation of your feelings, it only brings him more sadness because he knows what’s inevitable. “y/n please”

“you deserve every good thing coming your way. none of the shit that’s happened to you is fair, none of it.” you keep going. every positive thought you’ve ever had about it boy is pouring out of your mouth as a mixture of rain and tears cost your eyelashes.

“fuck y/n stop!” he raises his voice at you. “please don’t make this harder than it already is.” you flinch.

you’ve never seen Matt get actually mad.

“i’m sorry i just- i can’t keep losing people i love. it kills me” you take a deep breath. all anger is rooted in sadness. Matt is no different.

you gently grab his hands and look him dead in the eye. “you are not losing me. i don’t care if i have to wait a year to speak to you again i am yours. i am completely and utterly yours and i’m not going anywhere. you can’t push me away”

“you deserve someone better. someone who’s not constantly being burdened by stupid decisions. you deserve someone you can take home to your dad and be proud of” he sighs as his nostrils flair.

he just looks so incredibly hurt and it kills you.

“Matt. i have that person. i have you and it’s all that i want. whatever you did in this singular week made me so obsessed with you and that will not go away”

his lips quivers again. “what do i do y/n?” a tear prickles down his eye onto his eye as he looks at you. “i’m not a bad kid i can’t go there it’s all too much” he breaks down. his head now in the crook of your neck as you play with his hair.

“look at me Matt” you lift his head up to make eye contact. “you are so strong. everything will be okay. you’re gonna tough it out at whatever fucking institution they send you to and when you come back your gonna fix bikes yeah? you’re gonna fix bikes while i work on becoming a writer and we’re gonna be happy.”

“yeah okay” he forces a slight smile. “thank you. you’ve taught me so much about myself in the span of seven days that i don’t think i would’ve figured out without you.”

“okay pretty boy enough sad shit i don’t wanna end this on a bad note” you peck his lips with a forced smile on your face. “plus i think you’d look really hot in a military outfit”

“yeah?”

“hell yeah”

and with that you begin your walk to the bus with Matt alongside you. Amara had already packed your stuff into the bus and Matt’s parents had called him while they were taking his stuff out of his cabin.

you have to part ways. and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.

the two of you stand, hand in hand in the rain. “Matt?” he squeezes your hands, not wanting to let you go. “i’ll see you later yeah?”

he nods. “you will”

you force yourself to let go and begin walking towards the yellow bus. not without looking back to see the boy already looking at you.

stepping foot on the bus is one of the hardest things you’ve had to do. one foot in front of the other. it’s simple but so impossible right now.

Amara can sense the sadness on your face as you sit next to her and the bus begins moving.

she doesn’t say anything and you don’t either. you can’t muster up the courage to speak without crying. so you place your head on her shoulder and she rests her head on your own.

camp is over.

and everything has changed.

a/n: LOLLLLL get fucked!! jk i’m so sorry if this caused u sadness i almost cried while writing it BUT there will be an epilogue so this is not the end of them!

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catcze · 8 months

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You want some Wriothesley requests, eh? I’m more than happy to provide ;))

Wriothesley is a busy man, he’s the Lord of the fortress of Meropide for gods sake, so the last thing he needs is more distractions.

So I raise you this:

Reader hurts themselves on a commission or something, and instead of telling their boyfriend about it and bringing him even more things to worry about, they decide to treat their wounds themselves and hide their injuries from him entirely.

When Wriothesley inevitably finds out, he scolds them and tells them that their health is always his number one priority, and that he’s more than happy to leave his work behind to take care of them.

It’s safe to say that reader always informs their boyfriend of their injuries from that point onward.

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OKay OKAY OKAYSYDKUAJS okay okay. Okay. ok. yes.

This,,,, this was supposed to be a blurb,,,,, and then somehow,,,, along the way,,,,, it evolved into a short fic like what the fuck i just can't shut up when it comes to him 😭😭

「 CWS : 」 Light descriptions of injuries, established relationships, Wriothesley being so soft for you

Okay. So it's no biggie to you, really. Getting a little banged up on the job? Just a regular day for an adventurer. There's no real cause for concern— no need to go to a hospital or a clinic, and certainly no need to bother Wriothesley about it. Not when he's already up to his neck with extra work since the court has just sentenced some new convicts to the Fortress.

You're a seasoned adventurer! You know how to do first aid. It's easy!

Until it gets a little bit more difficult.

Applying salve and bandaging up your arms and legs gave you no trouble. Your lower back was just a smidge bit more difficult, but nothing you couldn't do. The main difficulty, you conclude, huffing in annoyance and staring at your reflection in the bathroom of your home, is that stupid laceration between your shoulder blades that for the life of you you just couldn't reach, much less patch up and slap some gauze over. Your arms are already aching from all the stretching they've gone through, all in vain because you couldn't reach that stupid spot on your back. And to make matters worse, all the movement was beginning to make the laceration sting and you worry that any more exertion would make the scratches on your arms and shoulders open back up, which is a whole other can of worms you'd rather not deal with.

You're hyping yourself up, convincing yourself to try just one more time— no, if you're careful your wounds will absolutely not open back up and you'll definitely be able to clean up before your boyfriend gets home and—

You're so lost in your own thoughts that you don't even hear the front door opening. What does catch your attention is Wriothesley's voice from down the hall, calling that he's home and oh shit in your haste to patch yourself up you hadn't closed the bathroom door and fuck fuck fuck he's too close and you're too far from the door to slam it closed and you grimace to yourself when you see Wriothesley appear at the open bathroom door, his expression melting into one of surprise (and not the good kind) as his eyes grow wide and his mouth opens just the slightest bit, taking in the bandages wrapped around parts of your arms, parts of your legs and around your torso.

"...Hi." That's all you can come up with as your eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror, looking both guilty and sheepish.

"...Hi," he echoes, still staring. Then it breaks, his brows furrowing with concern. You can see the questions on the tip of his tongue. Are you alright? What happened? Why didn't you call?

But instead, he approaches, taking the open salve you've placed on the counter into his own hands. "Arms down. Don't strain them," he says, giving them a gentle nudge until they fall to your side. He scoops a liberal amount of the salve up, gently covering that pest of a wound with it. The cooling sensation feels delightful on the clotted scratch, but you can't help protesting his help.

"I- I can do that, you don't..."

"I may not have to, but I certainly want to. The gauze, please, dearest." You hand it to him over your shoulder, and he takes it with a mumbled word of thanks, tending to the wound that had given you such a headache. He does it better than you ever could yourself, even laying a small kiss on the bandage that has your heart melting.

The he releases you, catching your eye in the mirror as he makes a turn around motion with his hand. "Come on, dearest, let me check on the rest of you."

You do as you're told, spinning around slowly. He helps you sit on the counter of the sink, hands careful to avoid any of your injuries where he grips your waist and hoists you up. He doesn't speak while he checks you over, hands skimming your skin so gently it almost tickles. He checks if you've done your bandages right, if you've missed any scratches or scrapes. To his relief you have not, and the only wound that you hadn't treated was the one he had helped with.

Wriothesley's checkup ends at a scratch on your face that you stuck a bandage on, and his hand gently cups your cheek when he's done. On instinct, you lean into his touch.

"You're all good. Nice job with the bandages, dearest," he says, pressing a kiss to your lips. Then he raises a brow, face turning just a bit more serious, tone becoming more like that of the duke that many people feared. "Now. Can you tell me why you tried to do it alone when you could have asked for my help?"

"Because I could have taken care of it myself." You tell him in a huff, looking away from his eyes. "You're busy and I wouldn't want to bother you over something I was capable of doing myself. It would have given you more things to worry about."

You make a pointed effort not to look at him, and Wriothesley can't help it when he laughs under his breath. "Even if I'm busy, you can always come to me for help. Work or no work, you'll always be my priority."

Before you can even protest, adamant that you would never want to willingly interrupt his workflow, the thumb of his hand comes to stroke your bottom lip, silencing you. "Nope. No if's or but's. Especially when it comes to your wellbeing, I'll never turn you away." He can feel the flustered warm that spreads through your cheek under his palm and has to stifle a smile.

"You're always worried about me, so let me worry about you too," he murmurs, giving you a peck on the forehead, and he can practically see your stubbornness crack.

"Okay," you acquiesce, sighing, but you can't deny how warm it makes you feel to have him dote on you like this. Your boyfriend, the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, one of the biggest softies to you and only you. "I'll come to you the next time I need anything."

"You promise?"

"Yes, Wriothesley, I promise," you exclaim, dramatically rolling your eyes, but smiling all the same.

A similar smile is reflected on his own face, and he can't help it when he feels the need to kiss you again.

"Thank you, dearest."

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #Wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #Wriothesley #Genshin Impact #cw gn reader

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zgvlt · 1 year

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sending your crush a survey form hcs part 3 second years x reader (separate) -> jade, floyd

general tags: gn reader, fluff + attempt at humor, sfw, not beta read, mix of text and images (for images, alt text/image description available)

other parts in this series

character: JADE LEECH premise/trope: sending Jade the crush form... except he already knew you were planning to send him one weeks ago

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

You poor, poor unfortunate soul... Jade is always two (or even three, on occasion) steps ahead of you. It can't be helped, his perception skill is maxed out at this point, so attempting to hide things from him is quite the difficult endeavor.

The thing is, he's known for a few weeks now that you were planning to send him the form.

Yes, he could have let you know about it, or at least dropped a few hints if he was feeling a little merciful, but he chose to keep his mouth shut because, well, it seemed more fun that way.

You watched a few videos about it around him that one day, and a few days later you were typing up questions on your notes app. It was easy to put two and two together at that point.

"Hm? If there was something you were curious about, you could have just asked me," Jade laughs, "but I'll answer this form to the best of my abilities."

Just as he had his fun hiding his knowledge from you, Jade lets you have your fun too since he thinks it's cute—rather, he thinks you're being cute.

He pretends to be surprised when you send him the link, and he keeps up the act for a long, long time.

Jade mostly answers the questions in a teasing, joking manner, but you can tell that his answers aren't lies either. There's some genuineness hidden in there somewhere, though he leaves it up to you to detect it.

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

He finally lets it slip that he's known all along that you were going to send him a form, that it was just a matter of "when" for him.

He lives to hear and see your reactions, they truly never fail to bring him joy.

It doesn't really matter whether you're completely flustered and aghast at the revelation, whether you admit you had a feeling he eventually figured it out, or whether you're getting embarrassed and mad at him for keeping it a secret.

It's endearing to him no matter what, so it was worth it to not spill the beans too early.

"So now that I've completed the form, aren't you going to do anything with the information I've provided?" Jade inquires. If you listen to him carefully, you'll be able to hear the anticipation in his voice. Is he poking fun at you? Partially, but he does want to see where this goes all the same. "Or would you like me to be the one to approach you this time?

character: FLOYD LEECH premise/trope: sending Jade the form so you could ask him for advice regarding your crush, Floyd. the form unfortunately falls into the hands of said crush

HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU SEND THE FORM LINK

The thing is... You didn't plan on sending it to Floyd. At least, certainly not that form. It was meant for his brother, not him!

Jade said he'd give you the advice you needed and to just ask away, but finding the time (and having the privacy) to do so was difficult on both of your parts, so a form realistically seemed like a good idea at first.

After all, it's not like Floyd's going to have any interest in what looks like a regular survey for school of all things. Jade could just lie, too, if pressed about it, and Floyd would lose his interest eventually.

That was not what happened.

In Jade's defense, he really did mean to answer it, but he was smiling a little too much at the questions you chose to ask and Floyd got curious and asked about what was so interesting for him to smile like that.

Jade admits (well, he thinks about it for a second, not necessarily with reluctance but rather how to phrase it) that you sent him something funny.

Floyd is not happy, oops. That's the person he likes! What is Jade doing talking to you? What are you doing sending something funny to Jade without sending it to him, too?!

FLOYD: HEY!! What's this about? Why are you sending Jade things that you're not sending me? What gives??? FLOYD: hey FLOYD: 💢 FLOYD: 👿 FLOYD: 🤬 FLOYD: Answer my calls FLOYD: I'm going to get the reason behind this outta you

Floyd's complaining to you, spamming you through text and sending you missed calls, as if to catch you attention one way or another.

Floyd also gets Jade to send him the form. It's partially to satiate Floyd a little bit, for both Jade's sake and yours, but also because he thinks it would be fun to watch Floyd react to it in real time. He thinks it's especially fun when you eventually pick up one of his calls.

At first, he doesn't think there's a point in typing down his answers, he can just tell you everything he needs to? What's the point of answering something so lousy? But the more he thinks about it, especially with how you're repeatedly telling him that he really does not need to answer or even open it at all, the more he wants to answer.

Really, he just likes you that much that he's willing to answer something kind of weird!

HOW HE ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

AFTER HE ANSWERS THE FORM

If it's not obvious to you yet, Floyd definitely likes you back.

Actually, he tells you a few times in the call you're on with him, so much so that you may have to tell him that you get the point with how much he tells you (in various, unique ways)

He's also talking as if the two of you are already together (neither have you have actually asked, but the both of you have confessed already so...)

He's also excitedly talking about all the dates you can go on (and how he's very happy to go hangout with and go on fun and cute dates with you instead of boring stuff like... attending classes, or doing schoolwork, or chores)

It's difficult to not be affected as well. Floyd's joy is very infectious, after all!

Actually, he's so happy that he wants to celebrate your new relationship with you right this instant!

"Where are you right now, shrimpy?" Floyd asks. Even without straining your ears, you'll be able to hear the slamming of the door and the sound of his footsteps. "I'm in the mood to go on a date right now!"

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[ 1 ] Figuring out Floyd's typing style is so hard. I partially used his Valentines card for reference, very straight to the point and not particularly flowery, but added some emojis here and there and some playfulness to make it more fun. I wondered if he should have more spelling errors or type in lowercase, but I think he has auto caps on by default lol

[ 2 ] While it's not explicitly stated, there is the implication that Floyd's reader might be the prefect due to the shrimp nickname. Honestly just went with it since it's a good catch-all term for the reader, so feel free to imagine otherwise!

[ 3 ] Similarly, if you prefer a different nickname for your reader/prefect/sona/OC, I hope you're not too bothered! I know not everyone finds it cute. I'm not really fond of placeholder markings (e.g., y/n, e/c, etc.) so I used shimpy!

#twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst hcs #twst #nathya twst writing #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons

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Hello! Could you do Pure Vanilla Cookie x Fem! Ancient reader, whose kingdom is like a spiritual kingdom and The Reader Is just very stressed?? Like, very little time to eat, sleep, ect. How could PV maybe comfort her?? Have a nice day!!

`•- Time for Yourself

pure vanilla cookie x fem reader

summary: pure vanilla notices you haven't been acting like yourself lately. how does he help you feel better?

warnings: physical touch, pure vanilla is kind of a worry wart, also im not super proud of the writing on this one so im sorry if it's not as good as my other stuff :((

a/n: is it bad that when i went to the store today and saw pure vanilla extract on the shelf i thought of pure vanilla cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie has noticed the lack of letters you've been sending him recently.

Of course, he knows that ruling a kingdom is no simple ordeal, and, of course, there's no way you would be able to send him a letter every day. However, despite that, you've always made sure to send him letters frequently and inform him of every nifty little thing going on in your life.

That is, up until roughly three and a half weeks ago.

You used to send him letters every four or five days to keep him updated on everything going on in your kingdom, and he always wrote back when he received your letters. However, when he responded to a letter you sent about three and a half weeks ago, you hadn't written anything back to him.

He found this behavior very strange, as you were always enthusiastic about being able to talk with him whenever you got the chance. Pure Vanilla Cookie was, frankly, getting rather worried about you and how you were doing. So, he decided to take a trip over to your kingdom to see for himself what was wrong.

When he finally arrived, Pure Vanilla Cookie was quick to stride towards your castle, making haste towards your office, where you spent most of your time. Gently knocking on the door, he quietly entered the room, as to not disturb you too much. He immediately notices your eyebags, the empty coffee mugs littered around your desk, and the way you don't even glance at him when he enters the room, thinking it was just some servant needing to ask a quick question or something of the like. Needless to say, when he spoke up, you immediately turned and stared at him in surprise.

"My Dear, has everything been okay lately?" He gently asks. "Ah! Pure Vanilla Cookie? What are you doing here?" You respond, shocked. You had no idea he was coming, you had no time to prepare, you didn't want him to see you like this.

"Are you alright?" He slowly walks toward you before draping his cloak over your shoulders, "You haven't responded to my letter for weeks, and you look awfully tired. How long have you been sitting here working today?" He looks at you with worry swirling in his eyes.

As you sit there failing to answer his question, he gently places a hand on your head and caresses your hair, sighing, "You need to remember to take care of yourself, you know. You can hardly handle this much work in the state that you're in. Why don't you rest for a bit?"

You look at him with tired eyes, attempting to provide a counter-argument, "I know, I know, but-" "No buts. You're going to go lay in bed and read a nice book to help you de-stress. I'll also fetch you some tea. Then, perhaps you can take a nap. You'll feel a lot better when you wake up," He suddenly picked you up, carrying you back to your bedroom before you can even say anything. Perhaps he was right though, as you were indeed doing a lot better the next morning. Perhaps self-care really is important after all.

a/n: not me writing a fic about self-care at 2 am when i haven't slept and i am in fact not taking care of myself lmao uhhhhhh i promise ill get some sleep once i finish up the rest of the requests i swear i pinky promise i swear

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself! don't be like me lmao

#`•- side hall in the archives: hurt/comfort #fanfic #fanfic author #fanfiction #fanfiction author #x reader #cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk #crk x reader #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie run #pure vanilla cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla crk

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Sun in the houses: 7-12

Sun in the 7th house:

Sun in the 7th house are generally very well-liked and popular people. A Sun in the 7th house cares a lot about others, as it's in others that they assert themselves. They are people who need to be close to others, whether with their close friends, their family, or their romantic interest.

Because the other person's opinion is so important to them, they can sometimes be shaken by what other people think of them. They are people who are generally always well-groomed and presentable because they like to make a good impression.

In the work environment, they are people who generally have many friends and colleagues and are always aware of all the gossip that is going on. They are pleasant, lighthearted people who generally do not have a fixed opinion about something or someone, but they usually can make friends easily. They don't like arguments, or they try to minimize them as much as possible. They have a good style in general and they love to receive compliments.

I am a reflection of the other person: this may be their unconscious motto. They always want to be accompanied, preferring to go out with someone. Romantic relationships generally have a great importance in their life, since love, affection, romance and the well-being that the other can provide to them are things that are good for the Sun in house 7.

Sun in the 8th house:

People with the Sun in the 8th house are profound, you may think you know them, but in reality you only know what they let you know. They are observant people, before acting they observe everything around them, almost always going unnoticed. Because they have this type of nature, these people generally have an arsenal of information about the people around them and, with that, this is where the Sun in the 8th House stands out, as they have a ace up in their sleeves to deal with both their friends and enemies.

This silent observation usually extends to the work environment, where the person generally knows how to influence or even exercise control over their colleagues or subordinates.

People in this house generally go through long periods of emotional retreats, just like the 4th house, however these retreats are focused on oneself, on one's soul. They are constantly changing their emotional and psychic skin, they need to get rid of old emotional baggage and open up to new things, as this house also talks about Scorpio, a sign that governs detachment and symbolic death.

These people tend to act silently in the "dark", as they don't like others knowing what they do or don't do.

With a deep and fixed concentration, when they are interested in something or someone, these people put all their focus on finding out everything about it. For the 8th house, no information is enough, they always want to know more. With great intensity and vitality, they are magnetic people, who know how to attract others, stirring them up.

Sun in the 9th house:

These people take great pleasure in being in contact with knowledge, whether it be expanding their mind and soul through readings, colleges, seminars, or even taking trips that can enhance their spirit. They are people who have a need for questioning, seeking to understand society and the world through large lenses, which is why they often seek religion or greater contact with the divine, through practices such as meditation or yoga.

They love moving around the city where they live, the wider they get to know it, the better, generally they have already seen most of the state they live in. They are people who are generally light, not attached to others or to intense emotions, they generally only cling to what they believe in, as they need a motto to live by.

These people generally exude lightness, always bringing a smile on their face or making a joke to their group of friends. They probably have a travel itinerary programmed somewhere in their mind, because contact with the outside world, something that is greater than what they already know on a daily basis, is very important for a sun in the 9th house.

They are also people who seek justice, since they spend so much time philosophizing about life and the things that surround it. Professions that involve law, travel, other cultures are excellent for them.

Sun in the 10th house:

These people need to feel useful. Their goals, no matter what they are, are very important to them. Because they are at the top of the zodiac wheel, in one way or another these people attract attention, whether at work, at home as a figure that everyone admires, or in their community. The10th house is about the collective, the social, society in general and these people shine for the collective. A Sun in the 10th house has a strong but cold light, in the sense that they have a rational mind, which calculates all strategies before acting on their purpose.

Ambition and focus are the two words that define the people of this house, no matter how hard things may be, this person will move forward with their ambitions, preferring to fail while trying rather than never trying and failing. They are generally very strong people, they can handle more than most people can. These people real enemies are their fear of failure and their arrogance. If they listen to it then they will probably stop presenting themselves to society out of fear of failing, of not being good enough, and if they listen to their arrogance they can and will, over time, lose their brilliant charm, since everyone can clearly see who they truly are, since the 10th house is the highest house and the sun shining here shows everything to everyone.

Romance, friendship, calm and peace can take second or third place, being successful in their life is one of the most important thing for them, no matter the cost.

Sun in the 11th house:

They care about the collective, they are usually people who are volunteering, whatever the cause, they are generally recycling their trash, using sustainable food and clothing. Because they see society as their home, it's very important to them to feel included in it.

They are cool, intelligent, political and critical. You can't change the opinion of a Sun in the 11th house, unless you're smarter than them, but they can change yours. They are people who communicate well, they know how to win people over through their ability to argue and debate.

As this is a cold house, governed by the Air element, they tend not to get attached to emotions or people, as everything tends to flow in this house. They are not really interested in trying to keep someone in their life, unless other aspects say otherwise, they let things come and go freely, and generally expect the same from people, as they hate feeling trapped, contained.

They are people who think a lot about the future, always having a project in mind for 10 or 20 years from now. The interesting thing is that they don't just care about their future only but about the future of the collective as well.

A Sun in the 11th house is liked by many, they're important to people, be it their friends, their online network, their community, etc. They have their tribe but they also moves around others, without necessarily getting attached.

These are people who love to have some connection with electronics, the internet, in general.

Sun in the 12th house:

With a gigantic intuitive capacity, people who have the Sun in this house are generally able to see people's intentions, generally understanding their motives too, even if it's bad. Focused on their emotional and inner life, just like the 4th and 8th house, these people spend more time in their heads than they actually do in the world around them. They are quiet, usually a whole universe of intricate thoughts are going on in their head, so it can seem like these people are not really present. When they are present it's for a short time, as they prefer to be physically present, but mentally absent, generally. When they are present they are observant, preferring to listen, absorbing what the other person has to say, which is why they are great listeners.

They need time alone, it is essential that a Sun in the 12th house finds space to be alone with themselves, or they feel drained and worn out.

In the work environment, unless other aspects indicate, they do not have a very strong presence, preferring to follow orders, not questioning too much. It is vital that these people can transcend the mundane day-to-day life with some solace in the arts, be it music, cinema, literature, etc.

They may suffer from health problems if their body does not obey a certain level of rest and relaxation.

They are artistically gifted, whether they know it or not. Use and abuse the arts, write, dance, free yourself and you will find a precious outlet to deal with your day-to-day life in a more practical and centered way.

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