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Forever and Ever (Astarion x Reader)

I'm going to sob and throw up everywhere this was so incredibly sweet.

Tw - mention of scars (i think that's it)

Recommended Song: Ronson Princess - Clarence James

Waking up to the sunlight gleaming through the red fabric, you and Astarion wrapped in each other's arms. It's odd for you to wake up before him, especially since he doesn't have to sleep all that much, but he's been particularly stressed the past couple of days. Baldur's Gate has brought up a lot of unpleasant memories, things he would've rather left behind. But sadly, everything has brought you back here, and he still wants Cazador dead. Perhaps that's what's weighing on him so heavily, knowing facing his master is so close.

You stare at his sleeping face for a long while, letting the sun continue trickling in, knowing soon he won't get this, soon that freedom of being in the sun, it'll be taken from him, just like everything else. Today you've prepared very special plans, kindly getting everyone to leave camp for the day. Before things change drastically, you want him to have something nice, a day without fighting, a day without talking about Cazador, a day without walking past taverns that he'd rather forget. You continue to smile at him, as his eyelids slowly flicker open. He smirks.

"I can practically hear you staring at me you know."

"Well good, at least you know how gorgeous I think you are."

You leave a kiss on his nose. Locking his fingers into yours, you start tracing his knuckles, all the little lines, tiny scars from fights, the callouses on his palm. He'd deny that he had them to anyone else.

"So... I have a surprise for you."

His ears perk up.

"Oh really? Whatever did I do to deserve such a thing?"

"You know I've said this a million times, but you don't have to do anything to deserve a gift my love. I just know you've been really stressed since we got back in the city, so I thought it would be nice if we had a day away from everything, just to ourselves."

"As if we could ever get time to ourselves with our hooligan friends."

You grin.

"That's the best part, I got them all to go do something else today, so we have the entire camp to ourselves!"

You feel a little bad, being so excited that your friends are leaving you alone, but Astarion likes the quiet. Sure, he's a performer, making little quips in a crowd, but it's that solitude, especially with you, that he cherishes. Maybe he was Stockholmed into it, being forced to be alone so often, but it was usually better than dealing with his 'siblings,' or Cazador. At least rats can't cut you up when they feel like having a good time.

"You seriously kicked out all of our friends so we could be alone for the day? However did you manage that?"

"I may have put some of your manipulation tactics to use..."

Last night, you just so happened to make an off-handed comment about something that would interest each of them. It wasn't too hard, especially since everyone in your group is obsessive over one subject at least, if not more. One by one, they decided they'd spend the day checking out something in the city.

"I have never been more in love with you."

You lock lips, running your hands through his hair, realizing that quite uncharacteristically, he hasn't washed it in days. He's usually quite ritualistic with his appearance, no doubt due to how he always had to look perfect. The habits simply stuck around, but he doesn't mind all that much.

"So, I have a whole day of activities planned!"

He sighs, thinking you mean some intensive itinerary.

"Okay maybe not activities, but nice little calming things to do. I call it... self-care day."

You look way too proud of yourself, and Astarion makes it known.

"What, dear gods, is self-care day? I am all for caring about yourself, as I am spectacular, but an entire day?"

"Yes. It's supposed to be overkill. Just a whole day of absolute bullshit, so you don't have to worry about anything!"

"As if I have ever gone a day without worrying."

You sit up, lifting him up to sit with you.

"Well, we're going to try, because you deserve it. Pleaseeeeee, I just want to spoil you."

He can't ignore your pleading, especially when you look at him with those soft eyes, a gaze that could ask for anything and he'd oblige.

"Alright fine, I will follow along on your self-care day, even if it sounds a little silly."

"Great! So, remember how I went out after dinner last night, and I told you that you couldn't come with me because I was doing something super special and secret?"

"Oh, when I was terrified of you roaming the city by yourself? No, why would I remember that at all?"

His voice is absolutely dripping in sarcasm.

"You know as well as anyone that I can take care of myself, you just like being a chivalrous piece of shit to people that are mean to me."

He shrugs.

"Yes. That sounds entirely reasonable, why would I not do that?"

"Okay yes whatever you like protecting me blah blah blah. We're getting away from the story. I found lots of cool little things, for example..."

Your voice trails off as you dig through your bag, trying to find the cloth sack you got your hands on yesterday. After you find it, you slowly open the pouch.

"I found your favorite tea!"

It's quite a particular brew, one you're pretty sure was made in this city. It's almost impossible to find anywhere else, and when you find it here, it's usually expensive. You hand the bag to him, and he takes in the scent. Blackberry, lavender, ginger, and a couple notes of citrus. Is it way too complex? Yes, quite, but he likes to dissect the flavor, focusing on the different components in the drink.

"You remember that thing I said, what was it... about saving money for, oh I don't know, a place to live after this? You know this is far too expensive my dear."

"It's fine, I can pickpocket a few people."

He laughs.

"You mean I can pickpocket a few people and you'll say you were there for moral support?"

"Yes."

Astarion simply sighs, because if he didn't love you, gods would he absolutely hate you. You could probably say the same thing about him though, so at least you're even. He grabs two cups from somewhere in the mess of his belongings, and the two of you make your way to the dying campfire. As you grab some water from one of the carafes, he adds some more wood to the fire, casting ignis instead of actually putting in the work to start a fire. Usually you would tease him about how he doesn't know how to start a fire, but today he's allowed to take the easy way out. You begin boiling the water for your tea.

"Okay, time for surprise number two while surprise number one is still cooking up."

"Oh, a second surprise?"

"It's self-care day, not self-care hour. There are many surprises to come."

You quickly walk to Gale's tent, bringing back a charcuterie board, filled with small finely cut fruits and mini cheese wedges.

"Ta-da!"

Astarion takes in the beauty of the spread, his heart fluttering a little. Sure, he doesn't have to eat, but he certainly lives for the finer things in life, and a charcuterie board is one of them. After all, eating things that aren't bloody animals makes him feel a little more normal. You smile, realizing he's actually excited and isn't relentlessly teasing you.

"I bought them last night and had Gale put together the spread this morning. I know it's less romantic but-"

"No my sweet it's... it's wonderful."

The two of you eat heart shaped strawberries and little pieces of cheese while you wait for the tea to brew.

"I know I joked a lot, but I do really appreciate all of this darling. It's nice, to know someone cares about me this much. Especially to know that you care about me this much."

"Of course my love. You deserve this and so much more."

You kiss his neck, leaving a little bit of juice from the strawberries. It's hard sometimes for Astarion to remind himself that the worst is behind him, that all he has to do now is deal with his master, and he can finally leave all of this shit behind him. He can finally have that life he wants, with you in some nice house, sleeping together in a nice bed every single day. It's also hard to remember that you love him, that he isn't some charity case you picked up, that you do all of this out of the kindness of your heart. He thought for the longest time that no one was truly kind, and that if they were, they were going to be dead soon enough, and yet he would do anything it took to keep you safe, one of the kindest souls he's ever met. He tears up a little, thinking about how you would care this much, that anyone could care this much about him.

"Are you okay Aster?"

You wipe a tear off his cheek.

"Yes, I'm alright. Just sentimental, that's all."

The way his eyes get wide when he cries, as if he's letting the world in for once, you always notice it.

"That's okay, you can cry all you want. Besides, usually makes you feel better after."

While you're consoling him, you pour out two cups of tea, handing him the first. You take a sip, realizing why this is his favorite. Sure, it's a lot going on, but there's something luxurious about it, soothing, as if made for royalty. Astarion wipes at a couple of his tears, and takes a sip.

"I'm serious though Tav, you have got to stop spending all of our money after this. I'll take this one nice day, but after that, it's back to pinching pennies for us."

Always worried, always thinking about the next thing, always five steps ahead. He's always had to be, playing his life like chess, knowing he's a pawn in some far greater game, knowing if he makes one wrong move he'll lose everything. You don't blame him one bit. After all, the two of you do need enough money to buy a place after all of this is over, and yet you don't worry about it, knowing you'll figure it out. Things have worked out for you so far, and they'll continue to. They simply must.

"Alright, deal."

After sitting and drinking your tea for a while, talking about what you want in the house when you finally buy it, you lead him down to the nearby creek so you can wash his hair.

"Now I know what you're going to say-"

"What, that I could simply do it myself and that you don't have to do something ridiculous like wash my hair for me?"

"Yes... something like that, yeah."

"Then why would you even try asking if you could?"

"Because I love you, and I want to, and I don't want you to have to worry about it."

You stay silent for a second.

"...and I may have bought a really nice shampoo from a store in the city even though I probably shouldn't have splurged but I just want you to have nice things..."

You make those puppy eyes at him, expecting him to say no or give you some lecture.

"Alright, if you insist."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes. Now go ahead and start before I change my mind and lecture you about how to properly bargain for things."

Now this, is a truly rare occurrence. He's so particular about his hair, to the point where he has to fix it every time you mess with it. You swiftly fill a bucket of water and take the nice shampoo out of your bag, putting yet another strawberry in your mouth.

"Seems like you're enjoying the strawberries much more than I am."

He says as he turns his back to you, the two of you sitting in the grass by the creek.

"Hey, it's a board for the both of us. If you're not eating off of it, that's your loss."

You mumble while still chewing on the fruit. He realizes you're right and grabs another piece of cheese before you eat it all. You motion for him to take his shirt off so he doesn't get water all over it, and soon you start working through his hair. It's sadly become quite knotted the past couple of days, due to neglect from the slump he's been in. You try your best not to get sad about it, knowing it's the truest sign of just how out of it he's been. Between dirt and knots and dried blood, there's plenty for you to work through, slowly but surely cleaning it all out, combing through it along the way.

"Are you sure I'm not going to look like a wet cat when you're done?"

You laugh at him.

"Hey, I never said anything about styling, just that I'd wash it. How it looks after is on you."

You don't see it, but he smiles. He has this moment of realization, a sense of clarity. This is it. The thing he's wanted all his life, he's found it, and it's someone so unlike him. And yet somehow, here you were, madly in love, eating fruit and cheese by the water, simply taking care of each other.

"I want it to stay like this forever."

He says suddenly. Your face lights up.

"Me too."

You put down the comb, wrapping your arms over the tops of his shoulders. He holds onto your hands, as if he's realizing for the first time just how real you are. You're here, and he's here, and you're in love. What a wonderful thing, to truly be in love, to have a plan, to have a future. He never really had a future, just a present, day after day. But now there's hope, a life after today, and tomorrow, and the day after.

"Would you do this again sometime? This whole, self-care thing with me? It's been quite nice."

You leave a couple of kisses on his shoulder, and he feels you smile into his skin.

"Of course. As many times as you want my love. Forever and ever."

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writersdare · 1 year

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Give Me Attention | Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her.

Warning: angsty, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 2 947

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: This one was actually hard! I've been working on this one for quite a bit, and really hope you'll like the story. I'm still not sure about the whole concept, but I like to try new ideas, so I don't regret choosing this path. If you watched a film "Matthias & Maxime", you'll maybe recognise one scene from there. Besides phrases from the requested prompt list I also used another, quite a known one. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts! Thank you for your patience on this one ♡

Friday was supposed to be for parties or at least for something fun. However, Y/N had her own meaning of fun, and Ashton did not exactly like it.

“You do realise I’m not a plumber?” the guy was lying on a floor, head inside a kitchen counter, where pipes of a sink were.

“I believe in you,” Y/N smiled, changing a wet towel to a dry one. “Besides, you’re almost done, don’t complain,” she giggled and stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate Ashton’s naked back. “You’re so sweaty.”

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled, puffing loudly, while he was trying to screw the pipe. “Next time you’ll clean it yourself and I’ll look at you.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip, but couldn’t hold a giggle again. The guy was slightly mad and salty, she knew, though, he was just tired. It was a late evening, and Ashton was her lifesaver, as no one agreed to drive at such time and fix the pipe. It wasn’t even a big deal, it just clogged up! Well, perhaps, “just” was a wrong word, as Ash had a hell of a night. A drummer of one of the most popular bands in the world was cleaning a freaking sink…

“You’re the best, Ash,” Y/N said, smiling, and filled a kettle with water before heating it on a stove.

“Hell yeah, I am,” Ash chuckled and carefully stood up, being on all fours at first, as he was afraid to hit his head. That would be a dramatic end of the night, truly. “It should work now,” he sighed and turned on a faucet. The water flowed down easily and finally didn’t end up on the floor.

“Thank you so much! Really! I’d hug you, but—“

“I’m sweaty, yeah, I got it,” Ash smirked and took his own white shirt on a chair to wipe his body a bit. “I’m gonna take a shower, alright? You better get me something stronger than tea,” he warned, seeing two cups on a table.

“Alright,” the girl chuckled and stood up to check if she had something on a shelf.

Y/N and Ashton knew each other for a while. In fact, she was a good friend of all four guys from the band. Ash lived closer to her place, so it was rather natural to spend evenings together occasionally.

Rather quickly the girl reconciled with her romantic feelings towards Ashton. They were just there, for him, it was stupid to deny. However, Ash always treated her like a friend, and Y/N didn’t even dare to make a step or give a little hint. It wasn’t like she suffered from low self-esteem; no, that was in the past. The girl just preferred to call herself a realist. Ashton and Y/N were as if from different worlds. His working schedule was a total mess, his relationships were, maybe, even crazier. Y/N knew if something more had ever happened to them, she could not stand unseriousness. The feelings were too strong, and they’d grow stronger, if they were a thing. It was just smarter to have Ash as a friend to avoid a risk of loosing him eventually.

“Feeling better?” she smiled, when Ashton came back to the kitchen. He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, and drops of water were still noticeable on his chest. “How is this disease called? When a person leaves a shower without a proper use of a towel?” Y/N smirked, trying not to stare at Ash too much.

“Oh, c’mon, are you shy?” the musician chuckled, and she hated, when he was getting a bit spicy with her.

Y/N only grinned and gave Ashton a glass of Martini, when he set down next to her.

“Well-deserved,” the girl joked.

“Thank you. And yes, I’m feeling better. But do you know how I’d feel even better? If you didn’t call me in the middle of the night to fix your pipe.”

Y/N rolled the eyes, and the guy giggled, quickly leaving a kiss on the cheek. Ash smelled like her showering gel; slight alcohol notes hit the nose, too.

“I’m only joking. You know you can call me any time,” he smiled.

“It’s not that late anyway,” Y/N mumbled, but grinned back. They enjoyed teasing each other, no one was offended there. However, when Ashton’s phone ringed, the girl got slightly upset. Who could call him at twelve p.m.?

“Oh, sorry, I gotta take this,” Ash stood up. “It’s Cassy, I’ll be in a minute.”

“Cassy? Not sure if I know who it is.”

“My girlfriend,” the guy said it so easily as if he just announced the weather forecast for tomorrow. “Oh, shit, I forgot! I met her in a bar a week ago, didn’t I tell you? I’ll be back,” Ash rushed up to the living room.

Y/N’s heart dropped, and a smile was wiped from her face completely. A girlfriend then? Who he met just a week ago? That was new. At that moment the girl started to feel uncomfortable for asking him to come over to help. Perhaps, she wasn’t allowed to do so any longer, as he was in damn relationship. And what kind of friends they were, if Ashton didn’t even tell her such news?

“Sorry,” Ash smiled, coming back to the kitchen quite quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled back, making a sip from her glass. “Listen, I didn’t know you were dating someone, I’m sorry I called you–“

“What? No-no, what are you talking about?” he outraged softly. “I told you, you can call whenever you need me.”

“I don’t think it’s right anymore, you have a girlfriend, Ash, you shouldn’t be at my place,” she shook a head, struggling to hide how upset she was. Well, the girl tried, but all her strength was as if drained by the recent news.

“Y/N, we are friends,” Ashton stared at her eyes with his grass green. The phrase was so simple, and yet it hurt so much. The truth was painful. “So, it doesn’t matter. I still can come over and can stay at your place tonight,” he smiled cheerfully, but the girl shook a head again.

“No, I think you should spend the night at your place. It’s not that far from here anyway,” the girl whispered and emptied her glass.

Maybe she wasn’t right. Maybe it was stupid to behave like that and demand Ashton to come back to his place. Y/N wasn’t exactly sad he got a girlfriend – after all, that happened before, too – she was just upset Ash didn’t tell her right away. It seemed he didn’t even plan to. If not the call, who knew for how long the girl would stay oblivious?

"You can’t skip my birthday party, Y/N," Calum mumbled, sitting on a couch in a music studio the other day. Y/N was sitting next to him, resting a head on a back of the couch. When the girl confessed that she probably wouldn’t be able to attend the party, Cal didn’t even look surprised – it was just out of discussion, she was coming. So, the musician kept his eyes on a phone screen, trying to complete a level in some silly game. "What’s the matter anyway? You don’t want to get me a present, do you?" he chuckled, joking.

"It’s not that," Y/N sighed and turned her head towards the friend. Ashton wasn’t in the studio that day, and being honest, it was for the best, as their relationship wasn’t great since the guy announced he had a girlfriend. They didn’t talk about it, pretended they were fine, but hung out less – never alone, only with the rest of the band. It was hard to tell what was in Ashton’s mind, and why he just couldn’t tell the truth from the beginning. It had been three weeks, and they still didn’t figure it out. Y/N felt extremely stupid, she needed to let the things go, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. She just couldn’t understand why it still bothered her so much. And was his new girlfriend that special that he didn’t want to introduce to her? It was ridiculous.

"What is it then?" Calum stayed calm, his voice sounded even slightly indifferent, however, Y/N knew he cared.

The girl hesitated, feeling rather unsure if she needed to raise that topic. Although she was the one who started it, saying she wouldn’t be at Calum’s party, so perhaps, there was no way out.

"Is Ashton’s girlfriend gonna be there?"

"Why would she be there?" Cal finally put the phone away. He was quite amused by the question.

"Well, cause she’s his girlfriend," Y/N chuckled, finding his answer quite annoying.

Calum turned his full body towards the girl and stared at her.

"Wait… He didn’t tell you? They have a contract, it’s a PR relationship."

"What?…" Y/N gasped. When did they end up in that stage of their friendship where Ash stopped telling her anything about his life? The girl felt ashamed. She certainly didn’t enjoy looking stupid in front of Cal, however, the guy knew much more than both of his delusional friends did.

After being angry for a while, Y/N came to conclusion that she needed to stop thinking about Ashton that much. Clearly, he didn’t care about her or their friendship anymore, so why should she? It all felt quite childish, but the girl was sure that the main kid in their situation was Ash. Even when it was her, who ended up dancing with different guys up all night at Calum’s birthday party, ignoring the friend completely.

"She drives me insane," he growled, staring at Y/N, who was cuddling a random dude and moving her hips to the tempo of music. How wasn’t she still tired?

"To be fair, you did lie about your relationship," Calum chuckled, glancing at the mutual friend and making a sip from his glass.

"I had my reasons," Ash mumbled annoyingly, not being able to take the eyes off her even for a slight second.

"And she has her own," Michael commented, resting a hand on the friend’s shoulder. However, Ash shook it off rashly and hurried up to approach Y/N, when noticed the "dude’s" palm going down her waist.

"Don’t do anything stupid!" Luke begged, but Ashton didn’t hear him.

"Hey, Y/N, I need to talk to you," his whole body was tense. The musician wasn’t looking at the guy and was only staring at Y/N’s eyes.

"We kinda busy, man," the stranger made a step forward, and Ashton placed the hand on his chest quickly, pushing the cause of his bad mood aside. Ash grabbed Y/N’s wrist gently, but persistently, and pulled her from one room to another, where no one could bother them.

Calum moved to that apartment just recently, so some places were still on renovation, just like the guest room they appeared in. It was almost empty except for few old closets and kitchen counters, which, apparently, were left by the previous owners. It smelled like dust and damp, nothing pleasant.

"What the hell?" Y/N outraged, once Ashton shut the door behind them. "I was having a good time!"

"Yeah? Well, I had a shitty time!" the guy snapped at her and touched his face with a palm, standing in front of Y/N. "Shit, I… What the hell is going on, really? You’re ignoring me, hanging out with some pricks instead!"

"You don’t answer my questions, why should I answer yours?!"

"I got jealous, alright?!" Ash spilled out before thinking, and his voice became softer immediately. "And I know, I’m not allowed to be jealous, you aren’t even mine."

The phrase was absurd to Y/N. Wasn’t he the one who had a girlfriend? It didn’t already matter if it was a fake one. The girl set on a counter that was covered with some plastic tape, and shook her head.

"I gave you space, so you could enjoy your relationship, which, by the way, you didn’t even tell me about."

"Fuck," Ashton sighed heavily and touched both Y/N’s hands. "I’m sorry, alright? I just… didn’t want to tell you. Don’t you remember how you reacted that night? You didn’t even allow me to stay at your place!"

"I didn’t allow you, because you hid from me the fact you got a girlfriend at first place!" she outraged and broke the touch. "I don’t care if you have a girlfriend or not, if it’s PR or not, I just want you to be honest with me!"

"Do you? Are you really so indifferent about me having a girlfriend?" unlike Y/N’s, Ashton’s voice was calm.

The girl shoved him in the shoulder and made an attempt to jump off the counter, but her legs happened to be pressed against Ashton’s.

"Answer me," he demanded and touched her palm again.

"Yes, I don’t care," Y/N replied coldly, watching him bending down and leaving small kisses on her fingers. It became hot all of a sudden, and a heart started its race away from the feelings. It was too late to run, though.

"You’re lying to me," Ash took her second hand and left the kisses on the fingers again.

"I learnt from the best," the girl smirked, but the corners of the lips twitched, when the musician placed his palm on her knee.

"I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to upset you. Do you think I’m so happy about having this fake relationship?" the green eyes pierced hers, while the hand moved from the knee up. He had no shame.

"I wasn’t upset."

"Stop lying to me," he whispered and brought his face close to hers.

"What are you doing?" the girl didn’t breathe. Y/N also wanted to speak less, being scared to gasp accidentally due to everything what she was experiencing at that moment.

"Proving that you’re wrong," his lips almost touched hers, and the hand was under the skirt, when the girl gathered the remnants of self-control and placed a palm on his lips.

"Fake one or not, but you have a girlfriend. And these lips that… I maybe dreamt about at nights are kissing someone else," Y/N whispered, looking at her own hand. "I’m not doing this," she looked up at Ash. His pupils were dilated by all the emotions that were rushing through his veins. He wanted nothing but her, to hold Y/N in his arms and to kiss her lips, not… someone else’s.

"I’m sorry," Ashton whispered. "I signed the contract. You know how important the job is for me," his voice was trembling a little, as if he wasn’t sure about his own words.

"No one can force you to do that. Others don’t do it," Y/N was speaking the truth. "And I’m not asking you to cancel the contract because of me. You know I’m not like that," she smirked and took away the hand from his lips, once Ashton stepped back. "Even when I found out you had a girlfriend, you didn’t tell the whole truth. Why?"

Ash smirked and shook his head, looking away.

"It’s stupid."

"The whole situation is stupid, Ashton," Y/N chuckled coldly and jumped off the counter. "So tell me. Why didn’t you tell me it was all fake from the beginning?" she was looking at his eyes, but the guy didn’t look back.

"I wanted to see your reaction."

"Are you satisfied?"

"Y/N…"

"You’re just unbelievable," the girl rolled the eyes and headed to leave the room, but Ash caught her by the waist. "Let me go. I really don’t want to see you now," she tried to hold back the tears.

"Like it or not, I am not leaving you. If you want to go, I’ll go with you," he touched her chin, so Y/N could glance at his eyes. "I know I fucked up. But we’ve been friends for a while, Y/N. And I needed to know…"

"You could just ask me," the girl interrupted. "Do you really think I’d say I didn’t like you?"

Ash laughed shortly and turned his head away.

"What’s so funny?" she outraged.

"What’s funny?" Ash asked and returned his gaze back at Y/N. "I’ve been making hints here and there, and you never reacted!"

"Wait… You’ve been flirting with me?"

"For the past year, but thanks for noticing," Ashton shook his head. "You’re so annoying."

"Well, it’s only your fault it wasn’t clear," Y/N allowed herself a small smile.

"Oh, it’s my fault?!"

"Yes," she giggled.

"Come here," Ash chuckled and began to tickle her sides. "My fault then, huh?"

"Stop!" the girl laughed.

The musician smiled and pressed her head against a shoulder, then hugged Y/N tight.

"I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it was stupid. But… Is there a chance that you’re not too mad at me, and we can go on a date any time soon? I’ll cancel the contract…"

"I’ll think about it."

"You’ll think?!"

The laughter rang out behind the door of the old guest room again. Ashton was not going to let her leave his arms that night, although Y/N wasn’t planning to. They both knew that the hardest part was just ahead, but maybe they could go through it together. After all, there was a chance that the girl was simply mistaken, and they didn’t need to lose each other. To take the risk and actually be together was worth it all.

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miruxxunn · 21 days

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Speaking of favorite ocs...

I've shown you my top three already and these were ocs that have been my favorites for a long time now but recently i've been kind of obsessed with these two:

(From left to right), This is Malachi and Nila! These two are the characters i can't stop talking about for some time now lol

Small introduction:

Nila is the god of dreams, she is able to put someone to sleep and manipulate their dreams. She's unable to see very during the day, but sees better than anybody else at night. Nila also has "healing" powers but they work kind of like a painkiller.

Malachi is a boy in a small village. He is very very sick and weak and that's why it was forbidden for him to leave his hut.

LOREEEEE!!!!!!!:

Their story begins a long time ago, when Nila was still a child. She didn't like how the people from the nearest village treated her. Everyone idolized and worshiped her, even though she hadn't really done anything that amazing.

Nila stopped going to the village for a while, but one day she went there again, but this time at night, when everyone was asleep. Then she met a boy who didn't sleep like the rest of the people. He looked at the night sky, which was very clear that night. Nila sat down next to him and curiously asked him why he wasn't sleeping since he looked really tired and sick. Malachi then explained that this was his only chance to go outside and at least look at the sky. Due to his illness, he was too weak to perform any physical activity without risking his life, but he did not want to spend his entire life in one place. He wanted to explore the world, do something memorable, and maybe start a family one day, but he would probably never do any of those things. Malachi also added that he envied her for being a god who could do anything she wanted and was adored by everyone. She had already done everything Malachi had ever wanted in his life.

Nila replied that she didn't want any of that. she would like to be nobody important and stay in one comfortable place all the time. But she understood him. They both understood each other, although their points of view were completely different.

They decided to become friends and help each other. Malachi helped Nila do something about the people who treated her in a way that made her feel uncomfortable and that instead of being their "almighty god", she would rather be the caretaker of everyone. Nila, on the other hand, helped Malachi in such a way that he would enjoy life while he could, rather than sitting at home and just counting the days and hours until his death. she took him with her wherever she could, she introduced him to everyone because he wanted to be known, wherever Malachi wanted to be, Nila took him there. both of them turned their lives from the most miserable as possible to so good that they both wanted to live.

Sadly Malachi's illness got so bad he eventually passed away at a still young age (around 16-17). Before he died, Malachi asked Nila to never stop smiling because it made everyone else smile too. She did so… and Malachi died happy.

After his death, she started spending more time with people and helping them as much as she could. She wants to make their dreams come true, just as she wanted to make Malachi's dreams come true. And most importantly, Malachi was never forgotten after all these years

because Nila still remembers him.

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strawbby-shortcake · 2 months

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Dating Mike Munroe (Until Dawn)! ♡︎

[tw: mentions of death and psych ward.]

Requested by @pinknooniie! I hope you like it<3 I've never played Until Dawn, so I do hope this is somewhat accurate. Enjoy!

Mike, he loves relationships...without the commitment. It takes him a while until he realizes his feelings for you are solid and genuine. Even then, he's unsure about fully committing himself to you.

While he's not outwardly narcissistic, he will make it known that he doesn't need you to survive, but he wants your attention. Over time, he sheds the toxicity.

You two get closer as you spend more time together. He tells you about his dreams of becoming the president and how he was class president in high school.

He eventually accepts the idea that he does need you to survive, noting that he has a slight fear of isolation according to Dr. Hill. He does everything in his power to keep you by his side at all times.

This man is hot and cold, so don't expect him to be consistent with his behavior every day.

However, one thing he will ALWAYS do is protect you. You'll rarely find yourself in a detrimental situation without him. He would lay down his life for you.

He's always armed too with different weapons. He'll give you the easiest one to work with.

If you find yourself in a Wendigo attack you better duck because he's going to shoot that thing square in the face.

Unfortunately, his ex-girlfriend Emily is jealous of you, and so is Jessica- someone who favors Mike. Despite their differences, the two often plot your demise behind your back. So watch out.

When the group pulls the prank on Hannah, you tell them off and console her. You also scold Mike, to which he just shrugs and attempts to justify his behavior by saying: "Relax, it was just a prank."

As a Wendigo, Hannah seems to remember how you comforted her and hesitates before attacking you. She leaves you with a few cuts and bruises, but doesn't kill you.

Mike's wolf companion, Wolfie, adores you and sticks by you as another layer of protection. Wolfie is also warm and soft to lay on when you're tired or hurt.

You and Mike have intimate moments when it's just you two out in the woods. Sometimes you don't have time to fully express how much you like each other, so you exchange a few sincere kisses and that's that.

He can be dismissive with your feelings, but cares for you in his own type of way.

BONUS!! ✧.*

He lets you wear his jackets because it gets cold in the woods and the last thing he wants is for you to get sick.

You always carry a medical kit with you so you can tend to his wounds on-the-go.

You two like to have snowball fights and he always busts out with his classic, "Swish! Nothin' but net," when he manages to hit you.

He appears self-absorbed at first, but you learn about his insecurities, fears, and passions as he opens up more.

His commitment issues melt away as your relationship strengthens. There's no one else he'd rather survive with.

When his hand gets stuck in the beartrap, you help him pry it off.

Mike is super gentle with you and gives you reassurance that you will make it out alive. His hands feel rough on yours, but every touch is filled with care.

Death is always a possibility, so you two swear that no matter what happens, you'll always love each other.

There was a moment where you and Mike just barely escaped a Wendigo and collapsed behind a large tree. You didn't have much time until you needed to run again, but Mike took your face in his hands and said: "I promise we will get out of this shithole, and I'm going to marry you."

You silently agreed with him, but you had a pit in your stomach. How could you know if he'll ever fulfill his promise?

IF MIKE LIVES:

You two move far away from there after the police investigation and do get married, just like he promised.

You both have severe PTSD and have to go to support groups, therapy, and take medication if you chose to.

Mike never talks about what happened, but you see the fear in his eyes when it's dark and animals make noise outside.

It takes a lifetime for you and Mike to recover mentally and emotionally.

IF MIKE DIES:

You're never the same after he's killed by Hannah. You swore to him that you'd live on, even if he died.

So that's exactly what you do. You escape the woods and find the nearest police station. You just run and run and run, never looking back or stopping to listen to the screams of the Wendigo.

The police think you're crazy and admit you to the psychiatric hospital.

You're alive, but heavily medicated and spend your days in a straitjacket.

You break out into hysteria upon remembering Mike's death and the Wendigo's face.

#mike munroe #michael munroe #until dawn #until dawn headcanons #mike munroe hcs #I don't know a lot about this character #headcanon #request #yummy yum yum

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miastideclock · 1 year

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twisty-tie

i originally wrote this for chan, but i now realize i never said any names. so guess what bestie, this is for everyone. requested by: me bitch :) word count: like 800-ish warnings: mentions of food, i did NOT proofread whatsoever, sorry bout that

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it's 3:05am "psst." "hmm?" "are you awake?" "yah." "i'm starving." "oh thank god, same."

you went to the kitchens, you in fuzzy socks and one of his shirts. him in pj-pants, raw dogging the floor - barefoot.

"i didn't wanna say anything, but that restaurant we went to for dinner.." "scammed us. those portions weren't enough to feed a cat."

you were slicing bread to go in the toaster, while the pan was warming up for the eggs. while you were carefully plopping the bread in its designated slits on the toaster, he reached around you and hugged you from behind. he had been humming this whole time, but the volume seemed to grow as his head rested on your shoulder. you caught on to which song he was humming, and started gently swaying in tune with him.

without saying anything, he spun you around, and readjusted you so you were in a slow dancing position. you rested your head on his chest as his humming escalated to gentle singing. you didn't realize time had passed until the sound of the toaster scared the both of you to the point of jumping. instantly, the two of you were in a fit of giggles, amused by your reactions.

you went to collect the toast, but every time you looked at him you started laughing again. it eventually got to the point where he had to sit down on the floor, and you were doubled over with tears in your eyes. in all honesty, it wasn't all that funny, but the shared looks every now and then made it seem like the greatest joke of all time. after a while you collected yourselves enough to fry the eggs and set the table.

as usual, you talked about everything and great nothings while you ate, whispering for some reason as you did. you were the only ones in the house, but the aggressively red light that shone from your oven told you it was way too late at night to talk at a regular volume. the conversation lulled and faded out, leaving you in a comfortable silence. quiet time between you had never been an issue, the two of you both grateful just to be in each others presence.

you looked at each other with love and admiration when he suddenly got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen counter. he messed around with the breadbox for a while, his back turned towards you the entire time, so you couldn't see what he was up to. when he eventually turned back around, his right hand was hiding something behind him.

"since the day i met you, i've always known i wanted to do this; i just never knew when. but when we were sitting here, i though: why wait?" he started, continuing to hide something behind his back. you tried to detect what was going on with his voice, and concluded there was an ever-so nervous shake in it.

"the past hour and a half has been a summary of why i fell in love with you. you are the only person in the world who makes me laugh so hard at absolutely nothing. there is no one else i would rather have meaningless conversations with at three am. the only person i want to dance with in the kitchen with no music. the only one i want to spend the rest of my life with. which is why i'm asking you.."

by now you were slowly tearing up, and had turned to sit sideways on you chair, facing him.

he bent down on one knee, and pulled out what he was hiding behind his back. it was the blue, plastic twisty-tie that secured the bread bag, but twisted into a ring.

"will you make me me the happiest man alive," his voice seemed to almost give out as he whispered the last part. "and marry me?"

moving faster than light itself, you flung yourself off your chair and crashed into the floor, pulling him with you down. your answers where muffled, as your face was stuffed into the crook of his neck, but he definitely heard your many, many yeses.

he sat you both up, your legs draped over his lap as you sat on the floor next to him. he was grinning like a madman when he places the homemade engagement ring on your finger, and twisted it to fit. you stared at the twisty-tie ring while using your free hand to wipe the tears that had now fallen. however, you were quickly pulled out of your trance when he grabbed your chin between his pointer and his thumb, and kissed you.

not like a boyfriend would kiss you, but like a husband to-be.

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cheers, bentley♡

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop one shot #kpop requests #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids one shots #stray kids requests #stray kids drabbles #i am growing more delusional by the second :)#bang chan imagines #bang chan

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roselensedeyes · 9 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows

Hello everyone!

I thought I'd share with you some of my writings, but also as an archive in case ao3 stops working like a couple of weeks ago! You can read it on ao3 here.

This is the first elriel fanfiction I've ever written, criticism is welcomed but please be kind! You can read it under the cut. Enjoy!

Elain Archeron was listening passively to the discussion between her brother-in-law, and the Nigh Court High Lord, Rhysand, and their unexpected visitor.

Well, not entirely unexpected, she had seen her coming a few weeks prior. Perhaps strange was a better word to describe her. The girl, whose name was Bryce Quinlan, had landed a couple of weeks ago on her younger sister’s, Feyre, front lawn, fallen through a portal meant to take her to Hel. Instead, it’d brought her to Prythian.

Elain had seen it a few hours before, while she was baking bread in the Town House she had recently moved into. After the birth of her nephew, Nyx, she’d decided she needed to let them have their own personal space, allow them to grow their bond with their son.

Said nephew was now sitting on her knees, bouncing while looking around with wide, curious eyes. His small fist was in his mouth, and Elain gently took it away. His first teeth would come in soon, Madja had said, which meant he might feel the urge to chew on everything he’d come across. Elain tried to focus back on the conversation taking place before her. In the past days, the Inner Circle and Bryce had tried to put together the pieces of knowledge they possessed, to understand their worlds’ histories and lore. Of what the Asteri—the Daglan, as they were known in Prythian—had been doing throughout the millennia. Of the worlds they had conquered and destroyed, of those people they had used until they had exhausted their purpose. Of what they were planning on doing to Elain’s world again, this time leaving no chances of losing. Of what they were already doing to Bryce’s world, Midgard, and the torture they were putting her mate and brother and loved ones through. Elain suppressed the shudder that threatened to overtake her as she thought of the agony in Bryce’s voice when she explained what the Asteri were most likely doing to her brother and mate in their dungeon, of those flashes she had seen in her vision.

She had never mastered her seer powers, not yet at least.

At first, they reminded her of what was done to her, of those months of suffering and heartache following that fateful day when she was turned into Fae. And that day when her fiancé, the man she thought was her soulmate and who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. But the life she knew had ended the night she and her older sister Nesta were kidnapped, no matter how hard she fought against it. In those months in which she would not, could not leave her room, she pretended all was well, as it was supposed to be. But one look in the mirror, a those pointed ears that replaced her rounded ones, shattered those pretenses. And then the visions came, and that was when she knew nothing would ever be the same again, that she would never go back to being the same person she’d been for her entire life.

So with the help of her family and her two friends, Nuala and Cerridwen, she had tried to find some normalcy in her new life. She’d learned how to grow vegetables and fruit, now that the soil allowed the seeds to grow, she had the shadow twins teach her how to bake and cook, and she’d even found a job to pay back her sister and her husband for all that they had done for her over the years. Helping the elderly by tending their gardens filled her with such sense of fulfillment that she had never thought possible.

Yet, Elain had never tapped into her powers again. At times, images would pop into her mind, but she’d always ignored them, pushing them to the back of her mind. Those visions would bring forward too many things she’d rather not face. Elain knew it also pained her sister Nesta, not being able to help her. That those flashes she’d see would also be a reminder to her of her failure in not protecting her, even though Elain also knew there was nothing Nesta could have done to prevent the attack. To avoid what had happened to them both. They had been betrayed, by Feyre’s captor and his friend, Lucien. Who happened to be Elain’s mate too. Another thing she would rather not face yet.

So Elain had avoided her powers, of the truth they would whisper to her.

Yet when she was baking bread for her family weeks ago and the vision hit her, there was nothing she could have done to block out the images, the sounds of despair and agony that filled her ears. She had heard a woman—a female— with red hair sob as she hugged a male who murmured words of comfort to her, telling her he was going to find her, as another male, who looked eerily similar to Rhysand slipped something in her pockets. And then she saw that same female jump through a portal and land on a front lawn Elain knew well. Her breath had been knocked out of her lungs and she knew that what she had seen was too important to ignore.

Now, Bryce and Rhysand were discussing how to contact the former’s friends in Midgard. Bryce insisted that the information they came about was of great value, that her friends needed to be aware of it to be better prepared while she was stuck in this world. That she needed to tell them, to help them however she could.

Rhysand, on his part, argued that it was too risky to establish contact with the world where the parasites that were trying to conquer and enslave them again resided. That they needed more time to collect insights on how to defeat them before risking opening the gates between their worlds. Elain could understand both points of view.

“I’m telling you, I know a way to communicate with them that does not require opening the gates,” Bryce said in frustration.

The sole fact that Elain could now understand her was a feat on its own. Rhysand and Amren, his second-in-command, had conjured a sort of translation machine, allowing them to talk freely. Bryce used some terms they all didn’t understand, like gun or motorcycle, but they could still communicate and understand the other with little to no issue.

“If only I had brought the bloodsalt with me,” Bryce muttered under her breath. Rhysand stilled and exchanged a look with Amren.

“Bloodsalt?” He asked quietly, too quietly.

The female’s head whipped up. “You know what it is?” Her voice sounded so hopeful.

Elain’s heart squeezed a bit. For her sake, she sent a prayer to the Mother that it meant something positive.

“I’m not sure. The word does remind me of...” Rhys stopped talking, as if he was unsure on what to reveal to that strange, modern female standing before him. Although she had proved to not be deceiving them, it was still hard for them to trust her entirely. Especially for Rhysand, who had a mate, a son, and a Court to think about. “I don’t think it was ever used how you mean it.”

Bryce seemed to deflate a bit at that, but still took a deep breath before explaining how it was used on her planet.

“In Midgard there are… individuals who have been granted a great, yet terrible power. They’re called mystics, and they always work in a set of three. One female, one male, and one who is both. They can see the present—and other worlds.” She swallowed, as if talking about these creatures brought her great pain. “They’re usually born to poor families, and their parents sell them to another person, the Astronomer, he calls himself, and their lives are forfeited for the use of their abilities.” She shook her head, and Elain could feel the shift in the room, the horror everyone must be feeling. “They can travel to other worlds, understand and speak other languages. Thanks to a mind-reading machine, what they witness, what they say with other… people is transcribed and then analyzed by the Astronomer. Bloodsalt helps pinpoint their search.”

Silence had descended on the room. Elain’s blood had turned into ice in her veins. She shifted her focus on the babbling baby sitting on her knees, swiping a hand through his soft hair and pressing a kiss to his temple. She refused to look at anyone else.

“I believe in our world it’s called bloodbane. But nothing of the sorts has ever been attempted, not like how you described it. How does bloodsalt exactly help them?” Rhysand inquired.

Bryce shook her head once more. “I don’t know the logistics of it, not in detail, but what I do know is that the mystics live in a bathtub, filled with water and white salt. I once saw the Astronomer add the bloodsalt and they reached the intended location within seconds.”

Elain had to suppress another shudder.

She felt Rhysand’s gaze on her, and she knew before he even opened his mouth what he was going to say. “Are you sure this won’t open a gate into your world?”

Bryce nodded. “I’m positive. The mystics have been traveling through worlds without opening any gates for centuries.”

“And you’re sure this won’t help the Asteri gain entrance in Prythian.” Rhysand asked as a matter of fact, as though he already know the answer.

“I don’t see why it would.” Bryce replied honestly.

Elain took a deep breath. Rhysand’s next words sounded loud and clear, “Then I think we should attempt it.”

Elain’s gaze landed on her brother-in-law, though she did a quick sweep of the room. She set her shoulders and began to nod when two voices interrupted her. “Absolutely not!” one barked, while the other growled a simple “No.”

She knew who those voices belonged to. Her older sister Nesta, and Azriel, Rhysand’s brother and the male who had rejected her months ago. She ignored both of them, instead kept her eyes on her brother-in-law, who had always encouraged her in her acceptance of her new life and body. She knew he’d come to love her as a sister, which she supposed she was for him. Growing up, Elain had never felt as though she had someone in her corner, silently cheering for her. Yes, Feyre had provided food and shelter for her, and Nesta would fight to the death for her safety, and for that she would always be grateful to her sisters. Yet she had never felt she could be her true self, only the version that would be most convenient to her family. To not be in their way, while they were starving and cold and mocked by people they thought friends. So she’d learned to be what they wanted, needed her to be, and stuck with it until everything she had come to know had changed so radically that she was forced to become another version. This time, she’d chosen something was similar to her true self. She wondered if the day ever came where she was allowed to be completely who she wanted to be, disregarding others’ expectations of her.

“I will do it.” She had never sounded so clear. She was certain of the decision she’d made.

Shadows flickered to the corner on her left, where that deep voice came from. Where Azriel stood. She looked his way, and when she found his stare already on herself, she glanced away. She didn’t have the time for this, not now.

As if he could sense his aunt had agreed to something reckless, Nyx turned around in her laps and grabbed her cheeks, before bursting into tears. Elain hugged him to her, murmuring words of comfort and laying her cheek on his head. She rubbed his tiny back, mindful of his even tinier wings, but his cries turned into sobs. She looked towards Feyre, who got up from the other end of the sofa and took him, soothing her son. Feyre was a great mother, watching her with Nyx always sent a pang through her chest. It reminded her too much of her father, who had always doted on her.

“Are you sure?” Feyre asked her.

Elain looked her in the eyes and nodded, willing the anxiety away. Feyre seemed to asses her, and when she deemed her to be truthful she nodded and turned toward Nesta.

“It’s her choice,” was all she said.

Nesta snarled. “I will not stand by while she’s throwing herself into harm’s way”.

“We cannot forbid her from doing the things she wants to do. She’s her own person. She can make her own choices.” Feyre replied calmly.

“I’m here, you know.” Elain said quietly. Apparently not as quiet as she thought, as several heads turned her way. Elain hunched her shoulders.

“Is anyone going to explain to me what the Hel is going on?” Bryce asked.

“I’m a seer. I can see future events— but I can also see the present.”

Bryce looked stunned, rightly so. They’d agreed not to tell her that she had seen her coming, not until they knew for certain that she was not a threat.

“We’ll work on finding a transcriber, or conjuring one, and then we’ll get you started on it.” Amren nodded to her. Then, she turned to Azriel. “Boy, you will need to retrieve the bloodbane. You know where to find it.”

Azriel’s face was dark, almost hidden in the shadows that swarmed him. It was clear as day he was not happy with this decision. Elain couldn’t phantom why. He had no right to act as though her safety mattered so dearly to him, when he had no qualms with breaking her heart months ago.

So she turned her gaze away from him and got up. She inclined her head toward the High Lord of the Night Court and his second-in-command. “You know where to find me when the time is right.” With that, she breezed past them, plopping a kiss on Nyx’ soft hair, ignoring Nesta’s sounds of protest and the lone shadow following her.

It took them a week to figure out how to create a transcriber without all the technology available in Midgard. Elain could still remember everyone’s reaction to the device Bryce had brought with herself, which she called smartphone. The males had drawn out their weapons, but the redhead had only rolled her eyes and showed them what it could do. It stored pictures, but it could also make calls and write to the digits stored in the phone, which belonged to friends and family members and anyone who you shared your own number with.

Her mind couldn’t wrap around it. Elain had always thought Velaris was the most magical, advanced place she’d ever been in, yet the single proof Bryce had brought with her made her wonder if such progress could be had in her world too.

Elain was sitting in the garden of the Town House, basking in the sun after a long day of tending to the flowers and vegetables. She felt something poke her shoulder, and she cracked an eye open to see a shadow in the process of curling itself around her arm. She smiled slightly, before raising her head and searching for its owner, for if the shadow was here, it meant Azriel had to be near.

Sure enough, he was leaning against the backdoor, silently watching her. She felt her cheeks grow warm and hated herself for it, for showing him that her feelings had not changed since that fateful Solstice night. She had no doubts he could hear her heartbeat picking up, or smell her nervousness.

He moved to her, his steps silent.

She swallowed, hard, but remained seated. Until he was standing directly in front of her and she had to crane her neck to look him in the face.

She made to stand, but he gripped her hand with the preternaturally speed of Faes and helped her up. Elain knew her blush had deepened. The last time they had touched they had almost kissed.

She forced the painful reminder away, and looked him in the eyes.

“Rhys has sent me to summon you. They’re ready,” Azriel’s voice was tight, telling her he had still not come around to this plan.

Her heart started beating faster for another reason this time, anxiety pouring over her like ice. She had volunteered for this, but she wasn’t foolish enough to pretend she wasn’t about to do the most dangerous thing she’d ever done in her life.

“I see,” she said, lamely. She shook her head and took a deep breath, and nodded. “Alright, I’m ready. Take me to him.”

Azriel scanned her face, searching for anything that told him she was rethinking the whole thing. But he wasn’t going to. Despite her unease, she was going through with it. The disappointed look on his face told her he’d read that on her face, too.

She had avoided her powers for so long, but she no longer could. It was now a matter of life or death, quite literally. Bryce’s friends needed to know what threat they were facing, but they needed to be told so they could help Elain’s family and world too. So many things had changed in her life so quickly, she was not ready for yet another change. She would not allow it. With that newfound conviction, she draped her arms around Azriel’s neck. He stilled, his shadows peeking from his shoulders. She smiled at them, right as Azriel scooped her up and began their flight to the House of Wind, where the Inner Circle and Bryce were waiting for them.

They arrived shortly after, and Elain’s breath caught as her eyes took in the large bathtub standing in front of her.

She had not taken that into account. How she would feel to submerge herself under the water, so similar to how she had been forced under it to turn her into Fae. Her baths since that day had been fast, and she had never gone underwater with her head.

Azriel stiffened at her side, his hand inching toward hers. As if he might offer her that kind of comfort. She almost caved in, but Amren’s curt voice made her forget about all that. “Come here, girl. Bryce will explain to you what will happen.”

Elain nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on that bathtub.

She took a step forward.

She almost turned around and fled.

No, she refused to let that fear win.

Her mind threatened to replay her those moments in which she was forever changed, but she forced them away.

She took a deep breath, and another, and another.

She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, but she ignored them and forced a foot in front of the other, then did the same again.

And again, and again, and again.

Until she had covered the distance to the bathtub.

Her head was roaring with panic, her hands shaking and clammy.

“I don’t know how well this will work. As I said, there’s usually a set of three. You’re only one,” Bryce cautioned. “You will need to wear this mask,” Bryce said, handing her a carefully crafted mask. “And go all the way under the water. I will add the bloodsalt— or bloodbane, however you want to call it. It should take you to my world.” Bryce said, her voice breaking.

“If we see you’re struggling or not being able to reach them, we’ll get you out,” Azriel said, his voice too soft. From the look on Rhys’ face, Elain knew it wasn’t part of the plan. Still, her traitorous heart squeezed at his words. She put on the mask, it not being too constrictive.

Elain looked at her family, their anxious but supportive gazes telling her she was making the right decision, and finally glanced at Azriel. He had a dark look on his face, his jaw clenched tight, but when their eyes made contact it softened. The corners of his mouth tipped up, his smile tight, yet the pressure on her chest lessened, as though a weight had been lifted from it.

She went into the bathtub still looking at him.

At first, she couldn’t see anything.

She could hear the sound of the water, yet everything was as black as the bottom of the bathtub. She tried to relax her muscles, to trick her mind into thinking nothing was amiss. If Nesta had battled her fears, then so could she.

Slowly, Elain started seeing things better.

She was floating in a starry sky. So many stars and so many… worlds. She was seeing worlds!

Excitement threatened to burst over, but she did her best to contain it.

A strange sensation spilled over her skin, and she realized they must have put the bloodbane in the water.

Suddenly, she was being propelled forward, spinning so fast she became dizzy. She struggled against this invisible force, but just as it had begun, it stopped. She took a few moments to make sure the contents of her stomach wouldn’t spill over, and then opened her eyes that she did not remember closing.

Dark eyes were staring right into hers.

Elain suppressed a scream, her heart beating loudly.

She saw that those eyes belonged on gaunt, pale skin, framed by chestnut-brown hair. A female.

“Who-Who are you?” Elain asked, stumbling over her words.

“I’m a mystic,” the female simply said. Elain could have cried from joy. She could understand her, and the mystic could understand her.

Elain tried again. “What’s your name?”

The female blinked. “Who asks?”

Elain tried to assess the risks of revealing her name. But before she could come to a decision, the mystic spoke again. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Her voice didn’t sound mocking, only curious. Still, Elain blushed deeply. “I haven’t, no. I didn’t know I could do this. I’m only a seer, where I come from.”

When the mystic didn’t say anything, Elain said, “I need to send a warning to someone. To a certain Ithan Holstrom.” That was the name Bryce had given her.

The female seemed to freeze. Elain gasped. “You know him.”

The mystic assessed her, and then gave a tiny nod Elain might have missed if she hadn’t been looking for it.

“Tell him his friend, Bryce, has landed in the world I come from— we call it Prythian, but in your world it might have a different name.” She relayed all the necessary information in a succinct way, the female paling even more with each word she pronounced.

“Tell Bryce that he’s listening right now, that we’ll try whatever we can to help her from here.”

“Elain nodded. “I will.” She promised.

“Well, I better—” The mystic’s voice suddenly cut off, and her eyes started rolling in the back of her head, her body thrashing. Elain screamed then. Then a cruel, cold face came between them, a sinister smile painting it.

Elain’s breath was stolen from her lungs.

She needed to go back, back back.

She made to float away, but a freezing hand grabbed her wrist. It was squeezing her to the point of pain, and she tried to shake it off but his grip would not budge. Her thrashing became frantic, desperate to get away from this—this—

“Tell Bryce Quinlan that we’re coming for her. And that there’s nothing she can do to stop us,” said the deceivingly soft voice.

It was an Asteri. A Daglan.

Agitation overtook her and tried to break free from the grip of this parasite, but instead it squeezed harder, making it impossible for her to break free from it.

She started sobbing, and she tried to scream, but she couldn’t.

No matter how hard she tried, her lungs would not suck in any air.

She needed to get out, out, out of here—

She couldn’t breathe anymore, and black spots appeared in her line of vision.

She was crying as she started losing consciousness.

Elain opened her eyes again as she was being lifted by strong arms.

Blinding light made them close again.

She could hear raised voices, though she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

She took in a big gasp of air, savoring every moment of it.

Her wet clothes clung to her, her hair matted against the sides of her face. Someone was passing a hand through it, freeing her face. The feel of the air against her skin was the most beautiful feeling she’d ever had.

Soft lips pressed to her temple, leaving kisses and soothing words against it.

She took another steadying breath and opened her eyes again.

This time, the light wasn’t nearly as painful, and she managed to keep them open.

The first thing she saw was Cassian, her sister Nesta’s mate. She had on a worried face, and let out a small sigh of relief at seeing her sister breathe and alert. Her reaction seemed to lessen her other sister’s, Feyre, panic too, whose shoulders slumped as she leaned against her mate, Rhysand.

She couldn’t see Amren or Bryce, but she knew for certain the male holding her was Azriel.

“I’m fine,” she let out, her voice breathy, yet Azriel didn’t let her go.

No, he held her tighter to him.

He murmured something again, and this time she could make out “you’re alright you’re alright you’re alright” as though the words were a prayer.

She laid a hand on his big arm, and he laid his head on hers.

Her heart gave a squeeze.

Elain realized then that he needed to know she was okay. That nothing had befallen her.

So she caressed his arm, and nuzzled his cheek.

He gave a sigh of contentment.

She smiled.

“I’m fine, Azriel.” She said again, and this time he seemed to hear her. Still, he didn’t move.

She tried to shift, to catch his eyes, but he wouldn’t let her move, his hands gripping her waist as though she might disappear if he let go of her.

So she repeated, again and again, those three words, until at last he seemed to come back to the present and she was able to turn in his arms.

Elain pressed a kiss to his left cheek, then another on the other, and then met his eyes. And held onto them to convey that she was thoroughly alright.

He nodded, and shifted his gaze on Rhysand.

But it wasn’t the latter who spoke.

“Holy shit, you’re mates,” was all Bryce said.

Elain’s eyes widened as they landed on the redhead, but something in her chest shifted, a sense of rightness settling over her for the first time, and she could swear she heard a voice sing in her ear, finally, things are right.

Nothing had ever made more sense to her than those words.

With a smile, Elain leaned back against the chest of her mate.

#elain archeron #azriel #elriel #elriel fic #elriel fanfic #hosab spoilers #mystics #mating bond reveal #bryce quinlan #inner circle #acotar #acosf

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weightofkiszka · 6 months

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𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 2

Warnings: angst (anxiety, jealousy, overthinking)

word count: 2,133

"Daniel?" You turned and saw him, your heart stopping but also racing at the same time.

"Oh my god Birdie it is you!" He practically jumped over the counter to get to you faster. He embraced you in a tight hug. "Gosh I've missed you, how have you been? Sammy why didn't you tell me she was in town?"

From the outside, the exchange would've looked like the two of you had been in a long distance relationship and you had just surprised him. You had your arms around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, while he had his arms around your waist and was spinning you around. While that was certainly not the case, Sam couldn't help but notice how Daniel's face lit up when he saw you. The two often spoke about their feelings towards you. Sam only ever seeing you as a sister after knowing you since you were only five. Daniel however saw as you as much more than a friend. He'd known he loved you since freshman year but only thought of it as a friendship type. Until your junior prom when he desperately wanted to be your date rather than your boyfriend at the time.

"She just got back into town a couple hours ago. Her mom caught me at the grocery store yesterday and told me she would be in town for a while.", Sam said while Daniel placed you back on the ground, making sure you were steady before letting go of your waist. "Well, either way I'm glad you're back, Birdie. It's been way too long."

"I agree, it has been way too long. I'm actually here to stay though. I'm not leaving town any time soon. In fact I actually applied here earlier today." You watched as his eyes lit up, his smile growing bigger. "Don't worry Bird, I'll make sure you get the job."

You blushed every time he said the nickname he had given you in freshman year. You weren't quite sure when or how he came up with the nickname but you loved it. He was the only one to ever call you Birdie but you didn't mind at all. It quickly became the only thing he called you, choosing to not use your real name at all. You missed hearing it so often.

"Thank you Danny. I missed you way too much. I'd be happy to work with you."

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After two weeks of being back in Frankenmuth, and it felt as if no time had been spent away at all. Every night since you got back you had dinner with either Sam or Daniel. Or even the both of them. But today the three of you decided to do brunch at Honey Bee's instead as Sam had to be in the studio working on an album he had been producing that evening. It would also be your first day working at New Moon. Although Daniel was not there, the owner was and showed you how to work the register, where everything was and where everything goes. You were told that you would do mostly tarot readings for now but once you got comfortable and could work by yourself you would be running the store on your own two days out of the week.

Lilith showed you to the room you would be doing tarot readings, it was small space just big enough for a small table a shelf and some smaller decor. "You're free to decorate in here however you like. Just make sure you have multiple tarot decks." You nodded, making a mental note to search for some decor once you got home. "Oh and we have a free roam cat here. Her name is Greta, I take her home on weekends so she's not alone. You're free to dress her up if you'd like." Lilith gave you a warm smile before asking you to restock the herbs.

Once you were home and ready for bed, you began scrolling instagram when a notification came through,

danielrwagner has requested to follow you

He had never been one for social media in high school, or at least rarely used it. You approved his follow request and followed him back before he messaged you.

danielrwagner: Heyy! Me and Sammy are gonna hang out tomorrow afternoon, and I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to come over a little early and spend some time together?

morningbird: Hii! I would love to spend some time with you! What time should i be there?

danielrwagner: Umm around 2:30ish I'd say would be a good time. Sam won't be here until four but that still gives us plenty of time :)

morningbird: ill be there for sure!

The only notification you received from him other than his address was that he liked the message. You looked through his profile, seeing as it was a different one than the one he had in high school. His most recent post was from three months prior. "Spent the night with a lovely lady<3" It was a picture that seemed like it was taken during a date, but what you didn't realize you felt was jealous. Jealous of a girl he met while you had been away at school. It's not like he liked you, right? Thats what you told yourself. You decided it was best to go to bed at that point. Setting your alarm and putting your phone on do not disturb, you quickly found yourself slipping into slumber.

"Hey! You made it.", Daniel told you with a shy smile on his face. "Birdie, theres umm...there's something I wanna talk to you about." He was anxious. You could hear it in his voice, but why was he so nervous. "What is it Danny? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Can I get you something to drink? Or a snack?" You smiled and nodded wondering why he was so nervous. You went over all the possibilities of what it could be. Did he not wanna be friends even after how excited he was to see you? Or was it that he was moving away and wanted to make sure you would be okay?

Daniel retuned momentarily and was a little more collected. He brought you a glass of water and some strawberries. "Just a heads up Sam's on his way. He got out of work early. But Bird, I wanna be completely honest with you about something. I don't know how to say but I...Birdie I-"

"Hey Dan! Will you help me with the food? I stopped and got all of us something to eat since I wasn't sure if you or Y/n had eaten yet today." Sam called from the front of the house. Danny looked visibly upset at Sam for walking in, but why?

DANNY'S POV

"Damnit Sammy, I wanted to talk to her. Before you got here." you spoke quietly enough so Y/n wouldn't hear. You were nervous enough as it was. "I'm sorry, would you like more time? I can step out."

"No I'll just take her to dinner a different day or something. I'm so scared to tell her. I mean what if she doesn't have the same feelings towards me?" Sam gave you a sympathetic look. He knew something you didn't. "Do you guys need any help?", Y/n stood at the door. "No, we've got it. Thank you for offering though.", Sam gave her a smile and walked past her. Given the opportunity she took it. "What were you gonna say, Dan?", she looked up at you. Her big green eyes seeming like you take a dive in them and get completely lost forever.

"I'll tell you at a better time, Birdie. Why don't we talk tomorrow over dinner? I'll take you somewhere nice out in Detroit.", she smiled and nodded. You could sit and stare at her smile for all of eternity as long as it meant you would be the cause of that smile.

The rest of the night was full of laughter, but you couldn't help your anxiety when you thought about telling Y/n how you felt about her. You wanted it to be perfect but also feared she wouldn't feel the same. All you could do was hope for the best.

🕊️🕊️

The drive to her house seemed to take forever, although it was only a ten minute drive. She was waiting on her porch when you got there. She took your breath away once you saw her, wearing a light purple sundress and sandals. So simple yet she made it look so elegant. "Hey Birdie. Are you ready?" She nodded and smiled. Once again you felt nervous. After helping her into your jeep, you got in and picked up your phone. "I made you a playlist. I'm not sure what you listen to anymore so I have absolutely no clue if you'll like it."

"I'll listen to anything. I'm sure it's amazing since you're the one who made it."

The hour and a half long car ride was filled with her singing and giggling. In that moment it felt exactly like she had never left. You reached to turn the radio down before speaking. "Bird, I'm gonna be completely honest right now. I really like you." She was silent. You bit your bottom lip waiting for her response. "Danny, I like you too. You're my best friend." She giggled and turned to the window.

YOUR POV

You turned to the window as you realized what you said. 'You're my best friend'. It kept replaying in your head as he was silent the rest of the drive. You felt so stupid. You missed your chance to tell him how you had felt about him for years. You weren't sure if he was upset or if thats how he had meant it.

"Alright we're here. Ready?" You looked at him and nodded, before watching him get out and come around to your door and opening it. He held his hand out for you to take. You were zoned out as he led you into the restaurant and told the host he had reservations. Maybe he hadn't meant what he said in the car. This was just two friends getting dinner together. Definitely not a date, although the restaurant was very nice and upscale.

You told him about how and why you dropped out of school. Telling him the exact same thing you told Sam. He told you about he was a journalist but mostly worked at the apothecary. The two of you shared stories and enjoyed each others company. Then he looked nervous again.

"Birdie what I said in the car wasn't very clear. I-" He was interrupted by a girl saying his name.

"Daniel! Hi! It's been a while how are you?" You immediately recognized her from the photo on his instagram and felt your heart drop. You felt your jaw clench as he stood to hug her. You were never someone to be jealous but this was different. "Y/n this is Nikki, Nikki this is Y/n." You smiled at her as he introduced the two of you but quickly looked away as she went for a hug.

Looking back momentarily you saw the glare she was giving you. Almost like she was telling you to back off. You got the vibe that maybe Nikki liked Danny a little more than what was friends. "How have you been? You haven't been answering my messages. I was beginning to think that you forgot our plans for tomorrow." The way she said it seemed like they were possibly dating.

"Nikki, I'll message you later. I gotta get Y/n home." His use of your name and not his given nickname felt like a punch to the gut. Even when introducing you to past girlfriends he used your nickname. Maybe he only saw you as a friend and you would just have to be okay with that. Daniel payed the check, while you zoned out once more. You were overthinking everything. Getting your hopes up without even thinking that he would most likely have a girlfriend.

After he dropped you off, you watched him leave through the living room window before getting a message.

danielrwagner: Here's your playlist if you wanna listen to it :) Listen to the first two songs carefully ;)

danielrwagner: We are the morning birds that sing against the sky

The name of the playlist stuck out to you, so you saved the playlist but put your phone on do not disturb and went to bed rather than listen to it. That was the first time you had ever cried over him and you promised yourself it would be the last time.

taglist:

@profitofthedune @sunflwerfangirl @gvf23

#dannywagner #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner x reader #greta van fluff #greta van smut #josh kiszka x reader

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that-one-gay-writer1227 · 1 year

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30 Day Writing Challenge: day two, hanging out.

a/n, Hey everyone, so I wrote this in the form of headcanons simply because i feel like it was easier for me, plus i've had a pretty busy day. I just wanted to add really quick, my inbox is open for requests. I'll have a separate post that has the details of what I will, and won't write. I apologize for the length of the drabble at the end, i was kind of rushed today since I didn't want to miss day two of my goal lol. I appreciate the time you took to read my post, thank you and enjoy your day/evening :>

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hanging out with xiao would entail:

for starters i believe he would rather spend time together one on one, regardless of dating or not. he's one of the most introverted out of the entire genshin crew so it'd be pretty difficult and rare to drag him out somewhere bustling with people.

that bein said, if you two have known each other long enough and he's sure that 1: you'd be safe should something happen, and 2: he knew exactly where and when of each little detail, then you'd be able to take him somewhere semi- crowded.

as much as he hates to admit it, the only crowded place he really enjoys would be the lantern rite, but only if you're there too. he wouldn't want to go alone given he claims he "isn't interested in mortal things". something about getting to spend time watching fireworks with you is incredibly enticing to him because of how radiently stunning he thinks you look under the glow of the faux stars.

xiao would probably take a while before he got to this point though. he hasnt had many human interactions before and would be insecure in his ability to keep up conversastions (though there's no way in hell that he'd admit to this), so the first few times would definately be you suggesting hanging out to him, to which he will hesitantly-but-happily accept.

I feel like he really likes walking with you, especially at night when the air is gently breezy, but not overly cold, and when the least amount of people are out.

most of the time will feel like a comfortable silence until he's a little more confident in his communication. He doesn't want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable by making it seem like he's in a bad mood.

bro, he really does like you. it's something that took time for him to realize. from the first moment meeting you, till the moment you two got together, he would always get butterflies just by hearing your voice and not fully understand why you made him feel that way.

if you look really closely, he drops little hints when he wants to hang out. letting you know he's not busy, asking what you're doing during so-and-so day, asking if you enjoy this activity or that activity.

though if you ask, he would brush it off with a "nothing" and keep about his day, silencing the urge to ask if you two could spend some time together.

the first time you and him went out was a slightly chilled evening in late fall. the leaves had just turned colors, and the air smelt like sharp and crispy fallen leaves.

you decided you wanted to make things a little interesting by hiding in a leaf pile when he went to go check something out just up the road.

poor boy, he was beyond frantic. he almost never lets anything past him. ever. he's a friggen yaksha for archon's sake. he is aware of everything all the time. but being around you, he felt dazed and clumsy.

Xiao was panicking at this point. Almost twenty minutes had passed and he still couldn't find you. He's run up and down the road looking for any signs of you. Outwardly he just looks out of it, completely unfazed but rushed, tough internally he's absolutely screaming at himself for losing you. What if you were dying? What if someone took you? Who took you? How would he get you back? Slowly his thoughts started eating at him, and for the first time in a long time he felt the urge to cry. He choked it back the best he could, only a tear or two escaping him before he made it back to where you both left off on the trail.

Once you saw his emotional state, you immediately knew the joke was over. A small twinge of guilt settling in your stomach. The sun was beginning to set and you peeped your head out of the leaf pile. His back turned away from you, he was startled to hear a small "hey" from behind him. He snapped around ready to kick ass, to get his newfound friend back. He looked confused for a moment when his gaze met you, slightly pink from holding back so many tears.

"Hey. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Easily he interrupted you by leaning down and giving you a rediculously tight hug. He sat there for a moment, just holding you. Although you two had only known each other for a few months, the idea of you just being gone, scared the living hell out of him. As he began dissipating his fears that you were in a ditch, or cage, or at the bottom of the ocean, His grip on you tightened momentarily before letting you go.

"Don't ever do that again...I can't lose you too." The last part evaded you, given it was just below a whisper. You responded with agreement, letting him know you weren't going to leave him.

For only a moment, his face seemed to host some form of relief and joy that you were ok with. Though it quickly changed to one of slight annoyance the moment he realized that the whole reason you were missing was that you were hiding from him sense you thought it was 'funny'.

He took a deep breath, a light pink dusting his cheeks, sighing as he exhaled. Closing his eyes, realizing just how deep he truly felt for you. Xiao reached for one more hug despite his frustration with your joke and spoke up, a gentle smile hidden to you, playing on his lips. "You humans are such a handful."

#xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact #i dont know how to use tags lol #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #genshin boys #genshin fluff #xiao fluff

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boyswanna-be-her · 11 months

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Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

#bfr

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dreamse · 6 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 .

♡ @caredfours .

hi baby,

i know how your head gets, especially after a night like last night, and i know your father won't be helping the cause. my uncle called me away to take over the rest of his shift, so i wanted to leave you something to get home to.

you have always been somewhat of a fantasy, have i ever told you that ? but that switch, from wanting to pull your hair out from frustration to wanting to pull your hair out of a different kind of frustration .. i think it's taught me everything i ever needed to know in regards to what i need, and perhaps the reason why i could never settle for anything less. i've never known you as someone selfish, and even back then i liked that about you.

granted, not to the point of flying across the country for you, i surprised even myself with that one, but it was the best decision i've ever made.

you see, i thought i needed distance from all and everything i had ever known to grow, to become the person i was destined to be ( dramatic ) because i wouldn't get comments about what i did when i was fourteen, right ? wrong.

talking to you was the only thing that made me feel less lonely at the time, don't tell maya that, but knowing i could spend the holidays with you rather than a complete set of strangers was way better than the alternative. being lonely out of pure stubbornness. ( i know, you must be surprised by my self - awareness over being stubborn. shut up. )

and then i never left. being there with you, infiltrating your life like that, i had never felt more serene than i did being home with you ... one thing lead to another, and soon enough it wasn't as much about the place as it was the person.

we never said it, but we knew, didn't we ? subconsciously, at least. nothing has felt right without you for years, and you can't tell that to someone if you aren't fully aware of it. i think many would be surprised if they hear that you're the communicator between the two of us. i love you all the more for it, for staying, for your patience.

i'm going off track. i think the first time i realized i loved you was when you pulled me closer after that old couple thought we were honeymooning. being your wife, even that young, wasn't as terrifying as i thought it would be. in fact, it was liberating, especially when we lingered in the honeymoon daze. for the first time, we were openly together, even if it was without labels and without thinking of the consequences. you were mine, and there was no one else i was supposed to be sharing you with. i could do all the things i had kept myself from doing in public, things i had avoided doing so we wouldn't have to have certain conversations. you made it easier to breathe in general, but on that island it clicked.

we weren't there yet, but you were my person regardless.

don't get me wrong, you were still capable of pissing me off, but i guess that says something, too, doesn't it ? because nobody could piss me off like you, i didn't love anybody the way i love you.

these are all just a bunch of words to tell you that my love for you has turned into second nature, rooted into me with no way of getting out. i fell in love with you without knowing it, without realizing the extend of it for years despite of you continuously being my guiding light, and the thought of no longer wasting time makes me happy. you make me happy.

there's no place i'd rather be than with you.

i love you always.

yaim.

#a lil brain ramble that was stuck in there after not writing for ages #take this as a formal apology <3 #shes so in love w him it's gross #yaime and rome.

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bitchdies · 2 years

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Intimacy

I think before I really didn't have hope that I'd ever be able to be intimate with someone who actually cares about me and to an extent that is partially true. I am still with the guy that I lost my virginity too but he admitted to me that he wasn't sure if he loved me until about 3 months into the relationship, which hurt my feelings for sure. I started kind of emotionally cheating on him with this random anonymous user on whisper. since sometimes this guy would give me more attention than my boyfriend. I do still wish we could have waited a little longer to get together because when we first got together it felt so fast and passionate he told me he loved me just so I wouldn't cry after we had known each other after 2 weeks. I did actually love him by that point I had fallen in love with him in a way that love songs talk about where I was thinking about him all the time. I still do today. However, we have had a lot of turbulence mostly due to me. My lack of care in what I say, how I have no loyalty to my family, I'm glad I was intimate with him rather than anyone else, and that I was afraid that I was settling for him. I haven't told him, but sometimes I still have a fear that these horrible things I've said to him are true. Specifically that I'm settling for him, just because I feel that even though I have dated several people before him. He feels like my real first love. I am not his. That bothers me so much. I wish that he would never bring up the girl he was with 2 years ago. It makes me think of the stupid silly short relationship I had in high school and that happened 6 years ago! In fact, I almost called him by that guys name from 6 years ago. That's stupid and insane. I wish we both didn't have pasts and I wish we had gone a little slower, but I'm still glad that we have what we do now. I wouldn't trade it for the world, but a part of me wonders if that's just because my judgment is clouded by my idealization of him! The only good thing is that I no longer idealize him to the point where I thought to myself that he could do so many things wrong i.e. cheating and ignoring me, and I wouldn't leave him! I think that's healthy. I know I enjoy spending time with him! I know he encourages me to do better and work hard for my future and I do the same for him. Moreover I love him, I feel like a get a new crush on him anytime he does anything for me or even just gets excited about something he is passionate about or wins at a game. I like everything about him. I just know he doesn't feel that same way about me and that worries and me and somehow hurts me. At the end of the day we are different human beings, but I am so scared about how I was thinking of ending things and he was already grieving the relationship and getting ready to move on? But so was I? So why does it hurt?

Intimacy fixes everything

Everything feel better with intimacy

Intmacy reassures me that I am loved

Can I be loved without the intimacy

I've tried to see if I can but I love intimacy way too much

Please don't leave me if I can't please you in that way

These are just anxious thoughts I know my narration is unreliable, at least, God I hope so.

I've never wanted to be wrong so badly.

but now I know that every act of intimacy is a showcase of love.

That's all I can be grateful right now.

No past, No future, just love.

#girlblogging #delusion #anxiety #writing

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real-chinq-tmblr · 1 year

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This makes me think.

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I thought about my trajectory as a musician so far.

And I haven't really gotten anywhere. I do wish that I have gotten further by now.. But, I think that's just normal, that's everybody.

JIMMY's freestyle (?) really made me think because I actually resonate with everything he had to say in this piece. Around the four minute mark he talks about how you have to attach other, more-famous artists' names to your own work in order to gain recognition.

He says,

"You didn't look up JIMMY because you didn't know I existed. But you looked up 'this nxgga''s name before and because of that an algorithm catered to that interest. If I didn't package it that way, you never would've known I existed."

And honestly this is really, really, extremely, incredibly true!

And the heartbreaking part is,

"It fucking kills me inside that the only time I get any real, life-changing attention is when I'm wearing a mask."

He's right.

I mean, I've been known this. And I'm guessing we've all been known this.

It's why I make cover songs and sing other people's songs in hopes of building an audience. (Which sadly hasn't worked out but hey, every dog has it's day and...I'm not naive to the point where I am certain it would happen but I'll say this...if I have a choice in what I believe in, I'd rather believe in something positive.)

I understand his anger and frustration. I say this to say that...there are points in this piece that feels a little condescending and pretentious. I think it's because he knows he's very creative and talented, which I don't disagree, and yet he hasn't gotten to the point where he feels he should've gotten to in his career. And this is just so understandable.

But as a person in the same/similar boat, I guess I interpret the situation a little differently. I just....don't wanna be angry. Not anymore. I've been angry about this for so long that it's just....sucking the life out of what I love doing, which is anything music related. Or just anything that requires creativity. Like drawing or film-making. Photography.

I'd rather spend the energy in my heart (emotional energy?) just....focusing on how much I love what I do. Not ever worry about what the world thinks of me and how it ranks me in this endless sea of creatives. And I guess I'd also like to be in an emotional position where I can appreciate other creatives' works, because bitterness can block you from being able to do that wholeheartedly. And that's a shame. Especially when there is so much to appreciate out there.

Besides....what does it mean to make it? Celebrity? Celebrity requires others to be "below" you in the system that we live in. And I can't do that. I'd love to be "successful" or whatever the fuck but never at the cost of others. And if it's not about celebrity then....couldn't we argue that we've "already made it"? I know this sounds weird but I'm weirdly at peace with the life I have now. It's not what I envisioned but I also feel like it's right for me. And I'm so old, old enough to know what I like and don't like. And that whole celebrity shit would be hot ass for me. But I guess maybe....it would be nice to have recognition to know that what you're making has objective value and that it'd leave a mark. But at the same time, I'm at a point in life where I don't really give a fuck what others think. I literally don't. Quite frankly, what I make has value to ME and that's all that matters. You like it or hate my stuff, I'm still gonna make whatever. What matters to me today, at this moment, at this age, with the life experience I've had the privelege of having so far is....peace. Personal peace. That's all.

But I really feel for JIMMY.

I totally understand.

And it breaks my heart too.

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🌻, 🌾, 🌳, 🥀 for beloved Nate pls and thank

💐 for the nomad boy

🍁 for the nomad girl

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Nathan mostly notices the things that make others happy, when something cause someone to smile or laugh. He pays more attention to those he loves and cares about, but he sees it in strangers, too. But the things that make him most happy are the little things about his husband. The little ticks and tells that he keeps to himself that no one else might notice. His habits day to day, his preferences in clothing and music. How he watches everyone like he's analyzing their every move while standing so casually, how he takes his coffee, how he gets more physical when he's agitated, how he sits on the couch. Things that he only began to notice the more they spent time together.

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

"[Nathan's] sunshine, warm and happy and radiant. Lights up everything everywhere he goes. Makes the dark times bright and easier to go through. Caring and loving, sweeter than anything I've ever known. He feels like safety and peace and I need him. Bubbly and talkative, but strong and stubborn and smart. So talented, and so gorgeous, he's everything to me." - Valen Kinlaw

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

For Nathan, usually taking something apart and putting it back together, even if there's nothing wrong with it. Spending time with his husband, complaining about the day or chatting about nothing consequential. Maybe making a favourite comfort food and curling up on the couch. Mostly he just needs time to decompress and move on.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Nathan used to have a notebook, left behind with so many other things. It wasn't decorated, but it was a nice sturdy book, bound in fake leather with good lined paper. It was filled to the brim with bits of lyrics, random thoughts lines of poetry scribbled hastily as they came to him. There were some pages where chunks of text had been cut out, and a few pages later they were glued to a new page, disconnected phrase coming together to make a stanza. He's slowly making another.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Vito is actually pretty chill when he's sick, like he is most of the time. If he needs help, he's not afraid to let people see him weak, and he won't push himself if he needs rest. Part of growing up in a community, he learned to accept help and trust in others to willingly pick up his slack. As for who cares for them, now it's his partner: Vesper Kinlaw. He's rather doting, if a bit worried, and honestly Vito loves every second of it. When it comes to caring for others, Vito is gentle and attentive. He makes sure to check what they want and need, and either then leaves them be or keeps them company as requested.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Victory grew up among a nomad clan, so time to spare is rarely spent alone. She likes going out to box, either in a ring or on a sandbag. Sometimes long drives in the badlands, or if she's feeling a little more calm staying home to maintain her small collection of plants.

#thank you my love!#oc ask game #nathan v.#(v)ito #v for victory

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jtrokujo · 3 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

#mikaela hyakuya #owari no seraph mikaela #owari no seraph #mikaela x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #female #x you #love story #smut #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiragi #ferid bathory #guren ichinose

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