#or she’s just used to pushing through it herself

[kenntolog]

sukuna realizing your sad because a classmate was flirting with him and ur just all upset because you thought he dont want u anymore. IM SORR I NEED SOME FLUFF

𝝑𝝔 an: hope u enjoy thisssss!!! read more ab cool bf sukuna x loser reader here!!

you’ve been avoiding sukuna and he knows it.

it’s not that hard to see when you’re walking around with a sad face, getting to the lecture hall later than him so he doesn’t find a way to sit by your side, not answering his messages properly, not going to his practice games with lame excuses. and honestly, sukuna is kind of hurt because you refuse to acknowledge that he cares and tell him what is bothering you.

but sukuna isn’t dumb. and it was fairly easy to realise that you were upset with him because you were jealous of yorozu from his group literally throwing herself at him at every chance she got. it wasn’t anything new since she has been bothering him from the first year of university, when they were introduced as classmates.

it seemed like yorozu’s sense of obsession with him got stronger with upcoming spring. she was not leaving his side in the hallways, trying to tag along with whatever he was doing even while he didn’t spare her a glance, she was calling him the nickname he only allowed you to use which pissed him off further and she clung to him like a vice, her grip not wavering even when her dumb friends called out to her.

and in these moments, while sukuna’s mind was filled with questions like ‘how to get away with murder’, your insecurities got the best of you, seeing how sukuna, though visibly annoyed, didn’t seem to push her away completely. so you stopped walking up to him in the hallways after classes to plant his favourite types of kisses on his cheeks and you avoided catching his eyes because it hurt.

yorozu is beautiful, her beauty is carnal and almost every guy in the university drools over her so it shouldn’t come off as a surprise that maybe… maybe you aren’t the best choice for sukuna?

it goes on like this for a couple of excruciating days; jin and yuuji don’t risk asking about why sukuna seemingly only busies himself with practice and why he dons a deep scowl. they suspect that it’s something related to you, but don’t interfere and sukuna is happy they don’t. his mind is constantly focused on trying to get to you and as much as he wants to go to your place and talk things out… he’s scared. and he gives you space, thinking that the situation won’t escalate further.

but it does, when he catches you in the empty hallway, trying to get to your class with the saddest expression he’s ever seen you have. sukuna calls out to you, speeding up his steps and you stop, something hopeful burning in your eyes as you wait for him patiently.

yet, of course, yorozu appears out of nowhere with her wide smile and catches up to him quickly. sukuna sees the hope in your eyes quickly switch to betrayal, your bottom lip trembling and eyes glistening with tears as you turn away and run towards the bathroom. something cracks inside of him. but this time he’s not going to let damned yorozu stop him.

he rips his arm away from her grip, stepping back instantly while she looks up at him as if nothing is happening, “piss off or i will get violent.”

“‘kunaa~ why you gotta be so rude?” she leans her head against his shoulder insistently, batting her eyelashes at him. his eyes only see red when he hears the nickname again and he decides that he’s gonna use a different method this time.

he slowly guides his hand up her arm, feeling her relax under his touch, and weaves his fingers through her hair gently before his grip tightens and he tugs her head back roughly.

finally her face displays something other than satisfaction and that ugly smirk, and he shakes her in his hold while his other hand covers her mouth to stop her from making any sounds.

“don’t ever fuckin’ call me that,” he leans closer to her face. “and if you come up to me anytime again i won’t stop at this.”

she whimpers and nods shakily, trying to pull away before he harshly lets go of her hair, causing her to fall down.

he runs to the bathroom quickly, entering without any care and looks under the cabins to see where you are, but you seem to have found another place to hide while he was busy with yorozu. sukuna runs around looking through empty classes until he finally finds you in the art class, sitting in the corner farthest from the door and sniffling quietly.

“baby?” you jolt in your spot and cover your face with your hands, hurriedly wiping away your tears. he approaches you slowly, his hands itching to touch you, but he understands that you might not want that. “you cryin’?”

“no?” you croak out, sobbing a little more and sukuna feels like getting punched in the face repeatedly. you finally look at him, and sukuna steps closer to stand between your legs.

“‘m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologise, y’know? ‘s okay if you like her.”

now, that’s crazy. “the fuck? i hate that bitch.”

you give him an unsure look and he sinks onto his knees before you, tugging your hands down from your face before he cups your jaw like he loves to do. you pout at him, still sniffling and trying to avoid his gaze, but he doesn’t let you, gently shaking your head to make you focus on him.

“look at me, baby.”

“‘m looking, ‘kuna.”

“no, do it properly.”

you take a few deep breaths, wiping your nose with your sleeve messily. and lock gazes with him. sukuna leans down, slotting his lips against yours, his free hand resting on top of your head. the weight of it is familiar to you, making you relax into him, your hands wrapping around his arm.

he pulls away, stroking your hair as he looks down at you with a gentle look in his eyes.

“i don’t want her. i only want you and i want you to engrave it into your thick skull or i will do it myself.”

you give him an unsure smile, eyes a little bit brighter now.

“i’m sorry for makin’ you feel like this.”

“i’m sorry for not talking to you about it.”

sukuna nods at you, hugging you close to his chest and kissing the top of your head lovingly, before he tightens his hold on you so much you start punching his back.

“but if you ever decide to run from me again i will kill you.”

“‘kuna, can’t breathe—”

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[copper-16]

I'm Sorry

Elena wakes up with a fever, and her need to wake her mothers up in the middle of the night brings up some worrying emotions.

(a/n: I was just speaking with a friend today about how her nieces loved to be cuddled when they were sick...and well one thing led to another and here we are! Hope you guys enjoy this :) I didn’t proofread it in the slightest…oh well!)

Elena was, historically, very very good about sleeping through the night. 

She had been ever since she was a baby, both of the women honestly a little shocked by how lucky they had gotten. 

“Are you sure she isn’t yours biologically?” Ingrid had joked when they were standing over her crib one morning, looking over at her wife with a teasing glint in her eyes. Mapi had rolled her eyes easily at that, scoffing slightly. 

“I don’t know what you ever could mean,” Mapi fired back quickly, though she shrank just slightly when the Norwegian fixed her with a pointed glare. 

“During our last away game, you slept through a fire alarm. An ENTIRE fire alarm,” Ingrid pointed out, and the Spaniard rolled her eyes, letting out a weak chuckle. 

“Man, you sleep through a fire alarm ONE time!” Mapi muttered, but she knows damn well she’s lost the argument. 

And it was true, because if there was one thing Mapi loved more than her family, it was her beauty sleep. A trait that she seemingly had passed to their daughter, who after a brief regression when she was one year old, generally slept well through the night. They kept a good bedtime routine that Elena was used to and was working well. 

She had never really gotten nightmares, or come into bed with the Barcelona defenders. Ingrid had always been pretty strict on no co-sleeping, apart from the occasional allowance, Elena knew that it wasn’t something to ask for. 

And normally, that wasn’t really a problem. Her mothers would put her to sleep, and then by the time she woke up when the sun was shining through her curtains, someone in the house would already be up. There was no deficit, no problem that needed solving for the little girl. 

That was, until she woke up one morning long before the sun had begun to stream in through her curtains. In fact, her entire room was dark, save for the little night light that was kept on the far side of her room. 

Elena shifted under the covers slightly, realizing just how poorly she felt. Her entire body felt icky, her skin clammy and pale as her baby hairs stuck to her face. 

The little girl pulled the covers up over her body, despite the fact that she herself was radiating heat, trying to will her body back to sleep. She wasn’t really sure if she should get out of bed. She knew she wasn’t really supposed to get out of bed, but she also knew that her Mami told her if she needed anything, she could always come to her. 

Elena knew it would make Mama upset though, so she tried to settle back in bed, burrowing under the covers and closing her eyes. 

But it seemed to be to no avail. Sweat beads drip down her forehead onto the pillow under her, and she shimmies as she tries to get more comfortable. Her entire body is radiating with a dull ache, and she feels tears beginning to well up in her eyes. 

Her resolution to be a good girl is overturned in favor of slipping out of bed, pushing her almost closed door open and making her way slowly toward her parents room. She leans against the wall slightly, suddenly feeling woozy for a moment before she regains her balance, continuing on her journey. 

Luckily, Mapi and Ingrid’s door is slightly ajar, and so Elena can push it open easily, surveying the scene in front of her. Her Mama is closest to her, but she also knows that Mama is going to be upset that she is awake right now, so the toddler quickly chooses to make her way around the bed to her Mami’s side. 

Mapi is turned toward the middle of the bed, her back to Elena, who reaches forward to very lightly tap on her Mami’s back. When Mapi doesn’t respond, Elena tries a little harder, but she’s rapidly feeling worse and worse, and her inability to wake her Mami up only adds to her stress. 

Tears are dripping down her cheeks now, and she’s caught both with the intensity of how poorly she feels and the fear of realizing that she needs to wake her Mama up. She once heard her Mama speak about how hard it was to wake Mami up when she was sleeping, and now seemed to be no different. 

It’s with a nervous air to her movements that the little girl walks back around to the other side of the bed, coming to stand by Ingrid’s side. Unlike her wife, the dark haired woman is lying facing the edge of the bed, so Elena can see her face. 

The little girl reaches up hesitantly, tapping Ingrid’s hand, which is placed out in front of her. Tears are still trickling down her cheeks, and her head pounds painfully. 

“Mama?” Elena tries instead, tapping slightly more furiously. “Mama!” The little girl says more sharply, and it’s this which wakes Ingrid, who is up in two seconds flat at the sound of her daughter finally penetrating her through her sleep. 

“Elena?” Ingrid asks, still confused and sleep ridden, noting quickly that it’s nearly four in the morning. When she looks back at her daughter, she finally notices the tears and distress of her daughter, and she’s hardly even thinking before she’s scooping the little girl up. 

“Mama I’m so sorry,” Elena wails quietly, and Ingrid’s heart plummets when she feels how warm her daughter is. “I-I didn’t mean to wake you up, I’m sorry!” The curly haired girl insists, and Ingrid is quick to shush her gently, pulling Elena into her easily. 

“No, no, my little love there is nothing to be sorry about, you can always come get me if you need me,” Ingrid promised, her heart cracking at the fact that her daughter was apologizing for needing her. She kicks herself for not making it clearer to the little girl, but resolves to focus on the situation at hand for right now, and do better in the future. 

“I don’t feel good,” Elena admits quietly, pressing further into Ingrid and relishing in the way her Mama’s arms tightened around her. She still didn’t feel good, but she felt better here, with her mother. 

“I–I tried to wake Mami up, but she didn’t move,” the little girl continued, and Ingrid barely managed to repress the annoyed noise that bubbled up in her throat. 

“María!” Ingrid hissed, lashing out with her foot and kicking her wife in a vague attempt to wake her up without letting go of their daughter. 

Luckily, the center back jerked awake at the feeling, looking around wildly. 

“What! What is it?” Mapi sputtered, her hair tousled by sleep. She clocks the fact that Elena is in Ingrid’s arms with the swiftness only a mother could have, and her eyebrows are furrowing instantly. 

“She’s sick, I think she has a fever. Can you get the thermometer and some medicine?” Ingrid asked gently, keeping her voice low for Elena. The Norwegian feels a little more grounded knowing that her wife is awake, the Spaniard quickly slipping out of bed as Ingrid rocked Elena back and forth. 

She begins to hum softly, rubbing over Elena’s back soothingly as their daughters eyes flutter closed, and she let out a small huff of air. There’s a crease in her forehead, and she’s clearly still in pain, but she’s no longer squirming in Ingrid’s arms which is good. 

“‘M sorry Mama,” Elena tries again quietly, and Ingrid pauses her movements to lean her daughter back, running her hands over Elena’s forehead gently. 

“Jenta mi, you can always come get me if you need me, you do not have to say sorry, ever. Mama always wants you to come get her if something is wrong, okay?” Ingrid implored, her voice just a hair desperate. She had never felt worse about her parenting in her entire life, she was pretty sure. 

But Elena’s face seemed to soften at her words, and she nodded very gently. 

“Love you Mama,” she rasped, coughing gently. Ingrid pulled the little girl back into her, cradling her in her arms before she leaned down to press gentle kisses to her daughter's forehead. 

“I love you so much Elena,” Ingrid insisted as she pressed another kiss to her daughter's forehead. She couldn’t help but cringe at how warm she was, and it was clear even without the thermometer that the toddler had a fever. 

But luckily, it was as she was finishing her sentence that Mapi came back into the room, a whole host of things balanced in her arms. She leaves Ingrid with the medicine, taking the washcloth she got into the bathroom to run it under some cool water. 

The Norwegian turned on the bedside table lamp so that she can get the correct dosage of medication, before sitting Elena up to take it. The little girl throws a face at the taste, and Mapi swoops in with a little bit of juice she had brought with her from the kitchen, having expected that reaction. The brunette pressed the cool wash cloth against Elena’s forehead, letting out a small breath of relief at the way her daughter seemed to lean into the feeling, her body releasing some of the tension that it was holding. 

“Please don’t–don’t wanna go back to–please,” Elena whined with no real annunciation, and Mapi’s brows furrowed with confusion while Ingrid was quick to quiet her daughter, rushing to assuage her fears. 

“Don’t worry, you aren’t going back to your bed. You will stay here with me and Mami in our bed, okay?” Ingrid promised fervently, and Mapi watched as Elena’s entire body relaxed, melting into Ingrids as she nodded, whining softly. 

Mapi removed the washcloth that had grown warm, settling back in bed as she offered to Ingrid that she could take their daughter, if the Norwegian needed her to. But Ingrid shook her head very tightly, clutching Elena as though Mapi was going to take her away from her. 

The Spaniard backed off immediately, instead helping Ingrid lay back down with the little girl curled into her, the defender turning on her side, using her arm to keep Elena pulled into her body. The toddler cuddled into her mother easily, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes. 

It took several minutes of Ingrid rubbing her hand up and down Elena’s back soothingly for the little girl to drift back off to sleep, her breath coming in hot puffs against Ingrid’s collarbone. 

Mapi’s brow was knitted in concern, her voice low as she spoke. 

“What happened?” She inquired, hoping to be filled in on what had happened. Ingrid shook her head very gently, making sure not to jostle their daughter. 

“She came in a few minutes ago. She tried to wake you up but you didn’t wake up, so she woke me up instead,” Ingrid explained, and Mapi blanched, a guilty look blooming on her face. 

“Shit, I really need to work on that,” Mapi scolded herself, but Ingrid once again shook her head. 

“María, you can’t control how heavy of a sleeper you are,” the dark haired woman reasoned, and the center back relents slightly despite the fact that she still hated this part of herself. 

“What happened then?” She asked instead, knowing that there was more to the story. Ingrid’s face fell just slightly, confirming the brunette’s suspicions. 

The dark haired woman holds their daughter tighter to herself, leaning down to kiss the top of her head lightly. When she speaks, there is clear emotion in her words. 

“She felt bad about waking me up. She thought I was going to be mad at her, and kept apologizing. I didn’t realize I made her feel like she couldn’t come to me,” the defender admitted with a small voice, and Mapi softens in sympathy as she reaches forward to place her hand on Ingrid’s chin, tilting her head up so that the Norwegian is looking at her. 

“Hey, she still came to you when she needed you, because she knows that at the end of the day you love her more than you could ever be mad at her,” Mapi murmured soothingly, and Ingrid nodded as she tried to take in her wifes words. “It was never your intention to make her feel this way, and now that you know you can work to change it moving forward. We’re all just doing the best we can with this parenting thing, and clearly she still adores you regardless,” the center back emphasized, gesturing to the way their daughter was currently clinging to her wife. Ingrid’s face relaxes at that sentiment as she cuddles into Elena. She’s struggling to keep her eyes open any longer, sleep beginning to pull at her once more, even as she fights it. 

“Sleep, mi amor,” Mapi urged, and Ingrid nodded gently as allows her body to relax, pulled back into sleep as her daughter rested against her. 

—

When Ingrid woke up the next morning, the bed was entirely empty, devoid of both her wife and daughter. 

The Norwegian had never been out of bed so quickly, half walking and half running toward the kitchen. She entirely speeds past where Elena and Mapi are on the couch, until she hears a little, slightly subdued giggle from behind her. 

She turns back to see Elena laying on top of Mapi, the two of them laid out on the couch together. 

“Mama, why are you running?” Mapi teased in an overly conspiratory voice, and their daughter’s laughter at her words turned into coughing before she managed to recover, despite the anxious look of her two parents. 

“Yeah Mama!” She tries to say, but it’s slightly breathless and wheezy. Ingrid walks over to the two of them, crouching down and feeling Elena’s forehead. Warmer than it should be but not as bad as it had been last night. 

“She just had more medicine about thirty minutes ago when she woke up,” Mapi explained, and Elena perks up slightly. 

“Mama woke up when I did!” Elena says softly, and Ingrid looks up to find that her wife is looking overly proud of herself, if the large smile spread across her face is any indication. 

Ingrid fights the urge to laugh at the sight, choosing instead to lean forward and kiss Elena’s cheek softly. 

“Maybe a warm bath would help?” The defender postulates, and Mapi nods before passing their daughter over to her wife. Elena is like a ragdoll in Ingrid’s arms, laying against her mothers shoulder as she’s led back into the bathroom. 

The bath is short, but the warm water does seem to bring some relief to the little girl, who remains quiet and reserved even as she’s pulled out of the tub, Ingrid beginning to dry her off. 

“Mama?” Elena asks softly, her voice small. 

“Yes my love?” Ingrid responds instantly, helping her daughter into some lightweight pajamas. When she’s finished dressing her, she notices the downcast expression her daughter is wearing, and her brows are instantly furrowing in ferocious concern. 

“Is everything okay? What is it honey - you can tell Mama, I promise I won’t be mad,” Ingrid assures, her words gentle and soft. Elena looked up at her through her eyelashes, a slightly crinkle in her forehead. 

“Can we cuddle more in your bed? I’m tired,” Elena admitted softly, and Ingrid is quick to swoop her daughter into her arms, carrying her right toward the bed. 

“We absolutely can. We can do whatever you want to do today - anything!” Ingrid promised, her voice low but filled with truth. The little girl thinks for a moment before shaking her head, looking toward the bed. 

“Just want to cuddle with you. Can Mami come too?” Elena asked hopefully, and the defender nodded quickly, reaching for her phone as she sat down in bed, shooting Mapi a quick text. 

It still amazed her sometimes, what it felt like to love this little human being so much. To know that she could have anything, but all she wanted was Ingrid and Mapi when she didn’t feel well. It was a different kind of love, genuinely. 

“Absolutely love. Mami is on her way, come on let's get you all snuggly,” Ingrid promised, laying down and bringing Elena to lay on top of her. The little girl laid her head sideways on Ingrid’s sternum, held in place securely by the Norwegian’s hands on her back holding her firmly in place. 

Her whole world in that moment was her Mama, and she felt endlessly safe and protected. She still didn’t feel well, but nothing seemed quite as bad when Mama held her like this, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. 

“I heard we were having a cuddle puddle!” Mapi whispered rather loudly as she entered the room, Bagheera in her arms as she came around to the other side of the bed. 

“Mami!” Elena breathed out, her voice tired but excited still, and she was reaching for Mapi instantly. The Spaniard set their cat at the end of the bed to curl up as she slid next to her wife and daughter, reaching out to engulf Elena’s little hand in her own. 

Elena relaxed fully only once both of her mothers were pressed against one another, and she could open her eyes and see them both. 

“We love you Elena,” Ingrid murmured softly, and the little girl smiled softly as she cuddled into her Mama, letting out a soft, content sigh. 

“Sleep, mi sol,” Mapi urged, smiling gently up at her wife as their daughter finally relaxed fully into her, safe and asleep in her mothers arms. 

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[buckleysbitch]

summary - dom!ellie x dom!reader, no plot, they’re literally fighting for dominance

warnings - all consensual! slapping, choking, wrestling, degrading

authors note - i’m so sorry this is filthy as fuck i need to go bathe in holy water, as always requests are open 🪽✨

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

“make me.”

and oh how that instant regret hit as soon as your tattooed girlfriend slammed you up against the wall, photos trembling against the plaster as she wastes no time thrusting her tongue into your mouth.

how sloppy and disheveled you both already are, her grinning against your lips as you desperately flail your wrists away from where she has them pinned against the wall. so you use the one thing you know makes ellie soft.

“such a good girl….”

trailing your sentence off, ellie loosens her grip on you, sighing breathlessly. quickly, you take this perfect opportunity to escape her clutch, and yank at that perfect auburn hair of hers, bringing her gaze to you.

“you’re mine tonight, angel.”

she leers, as your confidence flounders.

“yeah? make me.”

all of the sudden, she throws you onto the bed, straddling your waist and restraining your wrists above your head with her muscular arm.

“can’t help it baby…y’jus look so pretty like this…” ellie coos, swiping her calloused finger under your chin as she latches her warm mouth to one of your pebbled nipples. lip quivering, you scan the room to find anything to free you from her grasp. it’s starting to seem like you have one option left - fight.

using all your strength, you manage to push ellie off you, as she gasps and laughs in surprise.

“ohhhh, that’s what you want, hm?” she chuckles, wiping her mouth as you pant, noticing the damp patch pooling in your panties.

suddenly she lunges at you, attempting to wrestle your way back into submission. as your thigh grazes her core though, she stops for a moment, allowing you to grab her by her throat. the poor things clawing at you, panting for your touch. just as you’re about to reward her pretty pussy…

ellie harshly strikes you across the cheek.

you touch the heated area, breathlessly soothing it down.

“oh, i’m-i’m sorry if that was too far, we can-uhm-we can stop if y-“

“strip.”

the girl silently obeys you, eyeing as you peel your clothing off as well. she settles back on the bed, awaiting your instruction.

quickly, you throw her leg over your shoulder, and guide her hand to your throat yet again. your hand also finds solace at her throat, both of you squeezing lightly.

the squelching of your heated clits kneading together is downright sinful, your wetness blending together, dripping all down your thighs. looking up at ellie, her pretty eyes rolled into the back of her head, you can’t help but gush even more at the sight. how fucked out she already looks, small red marks appearing on her pale neck around the perimeter of your fingers.

“you’re a fuckin whore.” she spits, smirking proudly to herself. “look at yourself…all dripping because i fuckin hit you…”

“y’know how fucked up that is? that you’re so soaked from that? you really are a slut aren’t you….” she ponders, scanning your eyes for an answer.

“c-could say the same about you….” you sigh, pleasure buzzing through your veins.

“m’…..m’s close….” she gurgles, as you tighten the grip on her neck, pressing the tempo of your strokes impossibly faster, her clit throbbing against yours.

with one final stroke, your high comes as well, band snapping in your stomach. the last you feel before blacking out being ellie’s tender touch guiding you to the pillow.

“so how the fuck are we supposed to pick who does aftercare?”

“uhhh….” she starts giggling. “rock paper scissor?”

“it’s rock paper scissors el….oh jesus you little freak!”

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Seungmin said threats as a joke. Sometimes they turned serious, especially towards his girlfriend and their sex life.

As the dom, he had set rules— with her input of course. And he expected those rules to be followed.

One of his main rules being no toys without permission. Why would she even think of using them when he'd drop everything to satisfy her himself? The only exception was him being on tour— only asking that she ask permission and send him photos and videos. But, he did get a kick out of her disobeying that rule.

He stared at the last messages they’d exchanged. Watching her messages pop up on his screen

pup🐶💜: im gonna buy you a fucking kennel

bubs💖: do it

make it pretty at least ☺️

pup🐶💜: brat

Seungmin swiped out of the messaging app and started looking. Now he was dead set on getting her a kennel. And making it “pretty” per her request.

Getting back to work after hitting buy on everything. A nice surprise for her that he felt like he was already going to enjoy too. Working through the next two hours before he was heading home. Taking his sweet time to get to their apartment and walking in the door.

“Min!” He heard her call as he set his things down.

“Yeah,” He called back before going to find her

He smiled as he saw her in one of his shirts in their bathroom. Obviously, she just got out of the shower. He walked into the steam-filled room and slapped her ass, “Clean yourself up for me?”

Seungmin wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. “Says who?” she teased

“Bratty mood today?” Seungmin asked

“Little bit,” Y/n smiled at him in the mirror

Seungmin watched her finish up her skincare as he continued kissing her neck. His hands moved down to her hips and gripped them tighter.

“Done yet pup?” he asked

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded.

“Bend over.”

He watched her smile in the mirror— not following the instructions—before he took the matter into his own hands. Grabbing the back of her neck and bending her over their bathroom counter. He pushed her t-shirt up and smiled at her lack of underwear. He took a step back before his hand came down on her ass. Y/n moaned before he pulled her up against him and wrapped her hand around her neck. “One or two, pup?”

“Two,” Y/n said

Seungmin shifted her towards their bedroom. “Shirt off and bend over the bed.”

Y/n walked out of their bathroom followed by her boyfriend. She pulled his shirt off over her head and threw it on the end of their bed. She propped herself up on her elbows on their bed.

Seungmin knocked her flat onto their bed and put her arms behind her back. Y/n whined as she could feel him pressed up against her. His hands left hers for a moment before she felt something wrapping around her wrists. Y/n bit her lip as she felt the cuffs close. She felt weights on the bed and tried to look at what he was doing but he kept her head down and away from the area.

She could feel her spread her folds before two of his fingers were pushing inside her. Rubbing her walls before pulling them out of her. Y/n whined before he slipped a collar around her neck. Tightening it around her neck just right before he turned her over onto her back.

Y/n watched him tie her calves to her thighs before grabbing something from the side and pressing it to her clit. Y/n looked down before the vibrator kicked on. Y/n moaned as he slipped a leash on her collar and tugged her head up.

“Like playing around when I’m at work? Just because you didn’t get your way?” He asked

“Yes,” Y/n smiled at him as he upped the vibration.

“Sucks for you then pup.” Seungmin chuckled.

Y/n moaned as he pulled himself from the jeans he had on. Teasing her folds with his tip. Y/n whined as she clenched around nothing. Seungmin smiled as he turned the toy off. Y/n whined at him as he pushed his tip into her.

“Min,” Y/n whined then screamed as he slapped her thigh.

“Just wanna make it worse on yourself don’t you?” he asked

“‘M sorry sir,” Y/n whined

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he grabbed another item then set it down when he got another idea. Pulling his tip out of her and then replacing it with a dildo.

Y/n moaned as the toy slid right inside her. Seungmin moved around the room a bit before coming back to her.

Seungmin grabbed one of their bullet vibrators and a bit of bondage tape, attaching the toy to her clit and tapping the remote to her thigh. Then doing the same to her nipples. Watching her chest rise and fall with anticipation.

“What happens when we don’t follow the rules, pup?” Seungmin asked

“No cumming…” Y/n whined, realizing it now

“Hm. You can remember them,” he asked, grabbing her face.

Seungmin smiled and let go of her face. He turned on all three of the toys and watched her bite her lip. He pulled the toy out of her. Y/n barely noticed it leaving her with the vibrations running.

Seungmin stood back and watched her for a moment. Watching her hole clench around nothing before he slipped his tip back into her. Wrapping his hand around his length and slowly jerking himself off as his tip sat inside her.

“Sir, please! Y/n whined, “‘m sorry. Won’t do it again!”

“You don’t mean that pup. Think you like being punished.”

Y/n whined as he turned the vibrators up a bit. Loving how quickly she folds when he tells her she can’t cum. Doing every she could to change his mind all while he continued to pump himself while his tip sat heavy inside her.

“Please sir,” Y/n whined

“My needy puppy,” Seungmin groaned, picking up his pace with his hand.

He could feel her squeeze around his tip and tugged the leash up more. Watching her struggle to keep her head up to look at him. He practically pulled her to sit up and looked down at him jerking off with his tip inside her. Laughing as she looked up at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes before he let her fall back on the bed.

Pumping himself till he came inside her. Cum shooting out of his tip into her, head tilting back as he rode the high before pulling out and watching his cum leak from her as she tried to keep it in.

“Close sir,” Y/n whined

“Hm,” Seungmin hummed and changed the vibration pattern. Y/n whined as she tried to push against the restraints “gonna be a long night for you pup.”

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“Thank you,” Seungmin heard from the kitchen, he popped his head up as their front door closed.

“What did you order, Min?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen

“Remember when I said I was gonna buy you a kennel?” Seungmin answered

“Kim Seungmin,” Y/n sighed, she knew better than to joke with him about bedroom stuff too.

“I’ll return them if you want me to,” Seungmin told her as he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her

“Them?” Y/n asked

“You told me to make it pretty.”

“So you do listen to me?”

“You’re the one who breaks the rules pup. I have to train you,” Seungmin teased as he leaned in and kissed her lips.

Y/n pulled back after a moment and looked at him, “Where were you planning on putting it?”

“I didn’t think that far.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at him but he just kissed the worry away, “No return?” He asked

“We’ll try adding it in,” Y/n agreed

Seungmin pecked her lips, “The rest of it should be here by the end of the week, I’ll set it up on my next day off.”

“Alright. I’ll think of a way to piss you off by then,” Y/n joked.

“I’m sure you will,” Seungmin laughed and kissed her lips again.

“She’s upstairs taking a nap. She took a week off of work just to recharge and she’s a bit hung over from us going out last night,” Seungmin let his friends know when they questioned where his girlfriend was

“She been busy?” Lee Know asked

“Yeah. She just finished a project before she left so it took up a lot of time,” Seungmin continued his half-lie. He knew she wasn’t napping.

The group continued their conversation. Chatting about the comeback and a few other things till Seungmin announced he was gonna go check on his girlfriend. Walking up to their room and knocking before opening the door. Y/n peered at him through the cage as he walked in and closed the door behind him. Walking over to his girlfriend in the dog kennel.

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled as he looked at her. Curled up in the kennel in nothing but a collar, dog ears, and a tail.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened something. Y/n waited for a moment before the vibrations kicked on. She had almost forgotten about the vibe inside her. Whining, trying to keep her voice down, knowing their friends were downstairs.

Y/n watched him as he stood back up and then walked out the door. It was probably another twenty minutes before she heard the front door close, and then her boyfriend came back into the room. The bedroom door closed behind him as he walked over to the cage and unlatched it. Y/n looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction as he opened the gate. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out of the cage.

Y/n whined as he did so, laying her on the ground on all fours, “Did my dumb girl cum?” He asked as lifted her ass.

“No. Was good girl,” Y/n moaned as he moved around out of her sight.

Seungmin put a pillow under her knees before he turned the toy off and slowly pulled it out of her. Humming as he spread her hole open. “No? You’re soaked though pup.”

“All for you…” Y/n whined as two of his fingers entered her.

“Just for me?”

“Yes sir.”

Seungmin hummed behind her and pulled his fingers out of her. Replacing them a moment later with his dick. Y/n moaned as he pulled her up against him, “Not for the man last night?”

“W-who,” Y/n asked

“Hm, seems like I fucked the thought out of you last night,” Seungmin smiled

His hips pulled back and thrusted back into her. Smiling to himself as he kissed her neck. Leaving his mark on her neck as he fucked his girlfriend. Listening to her moans

“Can I cum… sir, please,” Y/n begged

“You think you deserve it now, pup? Deserve to come on my cock?”

“Mhm,” Y/n moaned as he bent her over, holding the back of her neck. “Yes sir! Been a good pup!”

“Yeah? Who do you belong to then? Tell me pup.”

“You sir! Pup belongs to you.”

“Good girl,” Seungmin smiled. “Go ahead pup. Cum on sir's cock.”

Y/n moaned as he kept up his pace. She clamped down around him as her orgasm washed over her. Squirming under him as he gripped her hips. Fucking her through her high before she went almost limp under him. Seungmin held her up as he rutted into her before white was painting her walls. His thrusting came to a halt slowly, burying himself deep inside her.

“Fuck,” Seungmin groaned as he leaned over her a bit. Trying to catch his breath before sitting back up.

“Gonna pull out bub,” Seungmin warned her

Y/n made a small noise before he pulled out of her. Gently picking her up and moving her to their bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet and taking off her collar and ears. “Bath?” he asked

“Yea,” Y/n sleepily agreed

Seungmin kissed her cheek before starting a bath for them. He let the water heat up while he grabbed clothes for the both of them. Placing them on the counter when he came back.

“Let’s get the tail out, baby.”

Seungmin helped her stand up a bit and pulled out the tail from her ass before sitting her back down and checking the water. Seungmin filled up their tub and put her in the warm water before getting in behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

“Thoughts on the cage or do you wanna talk about it after a nap?” He asked

“Nap,” Y/n sighed as she leaned into him

“Alright. Clean up then nap.”

Seungmin cleaned both of them, being gentle with his girlfriend. Helping her out of the tub and drying her off. Putting the clothes on her and getting her in their bed.

“I’m gonna go get some water real quick,” Seungmin told her and kissed her forehead. Quickly filling up two water bottles and going to join his girlfriend for a nap. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek, “You did good.”

Y/n sleepily hummed in response as she cuddled into her boyfriend.

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Dressing Up For Darling

Alright, well, here we go with this one. Sunmi is definitely softer than Hwasa was in the last fic I wrote. A little bit of cosplay for the tired idol.

Length 1.9K

Sunmi x F reader

Making her way home from a rough practice session, Sunmi just wanted to rest. She was sweaty and tired. “Agh!” Sunmi shouted as she struggled with the door to her apartment. She had a harsh frown on her from her earlier dance practice. The constant mistakes of the backup dancers had gotten on her nerves, and the last thing she needed was for the door to make things difficult. She tried a few more times to open the door, but each time it rejected her. Sunmi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself so she wouldn’t do anything rash. She punched in her code again, and this time, the door unlatched. 

Inside the home, you kick your feet as you watch TV. Your ears perk up as you hear the door open, and you walk to the front door, poking your head from behind the wall to see your lover coming in. You give her a soft smile, and as Sunmi looks up, she gives you one in return. “How was your day?”

“It was rough,” Sunmi says in an annoyed tone. You walk up to her, taking her sweatshirt off her. “Things just haven’t been good.” Sunmi begins to strip out of all her clothes. You feel the heat rush to your face as she pulls off her top; her white bra keeps her breasts hidden from you, but it’s only for a moment. You watch her toss her bra to the ground, her heavy breasts swaying now that they are free of their confines. “That feels so much better.” Sunmi groans as she cups her breasts, giving them a slight squeeze before bending over as she pulls down her sweatpants and panties in one motion. You gulp and stand there, stunned at her beauty.  As your eyes move down her body, you spot her flaccid cock swing between her legs. 

“I-uh, got your bath ready for you.” You tell her. 

“Thanks, baby,” she says, planting her lips on yours for a brief second. I really need you tonight.” She whispers into your ear as she passes you and heads into the bathroom. You grab the clothes she had laid on the floor and bring them to her room, clinging to them as you use your back to push the door open. You place them into a hamper before heading to the closet. You thought that maybe Sunmi needed something special to lift her spirits. 

Looking through the closet, you don’t spot very much until you reach the end. It was a cosplay you had made but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. When you tried it on once before, Sunmi mentioned how much she’d love to see you in it again. You change into the sailor uniform, struggling as it feels tighter around your chest. Still, it was relatively easy to put on, considering you had made it all in one piece. You grab the gloves, heels, and headpiece and head over to the mirror in the corner of the room. Before putting anything else on, you look at yourself, turning around to see that the skirt is too short. Your butt stuck out. You pulled on the skirt, hoping you could cover more of your ass, but found that it wasn’t helping. 

You sigh and worry as you slip on your gloves and heels, placing the headpiece on last. Then, you sit on the bed, waiting for Sunmi to come out of the bath. It doesn’t take too much waiting; Sunmi was never one to enjoy a long bath when you were around. You hear her muffled step coming toward the bedroom and stand up, slapping your cheeks to get yourself pumped. That facade slips the moment Sunmi opens the door, still naked. She hadn’t even dried herself off completely. The remaining water runs down her body; your eyes follow one bead of water as it moves down her stomach, stopping only when it reaches her cock. It twitches as she looks over you, slowly rising. “Mars power, make-up!” You say in a less-than-confident tone. You’re slow to strike the pose that goes along with the quote, but you're still shy about the skirt being too short. You manage it somehow, turning to the side and taking a step forward. Your skirt floats momentarily, letting Sunmi notice you have no panties on.  Her cock twitches again, and she comes closer. 

There’s a sly smile on her face as she grabs your hands and pushes you onto the bed, holding them above your head as she taps your foot. You understand and spread your legs slowly, looking away from Sunmi, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Her warm breath hits your neck before her lips touch your neck. Sunmi’s tongue runs across it; you whimper in response. “Little Sailor Mars isn’t so tough, is she?” Sunmi asks, teasing your quick submission. You feel Sunmi give you a light bite, leaving a hickey on your neck. Sunmi shifts her hands, placing one of yours on top of the other and holding them above your head so she could have a free hand. She runs it along your side, moving it up and down until she glances at your tits. Sunmi raises her hand and squeezes one, her thumb circling your nipple. You whine; Sunmi uses her nail to flick your hard nipple. She cups your tit, shaking it, amused by how soft it is, before leaving it and moving her hand down. Sunmi’s fingers move down your stomach, over your belly button, and under your red skirt. 

“Ah, Sunmi,”

“Shh, quiet Mars. I’ll tell you when to talk.” She says, her fingers running along your wet lips. She teases you by pushing the tip of her middle finger inside. “I want you to respond to me. You’re so wet. Are you looking forward to this?” You nod slowly, “Say it then.”

“I want this.” Sunmi smiles and slips two fingers inside you. You reactively raise your hips. 

“Oh, you really want this. Maybe I should move on to the real thing.” 

Sunmi pulls her fingers away and grabs her cock, rubbing it against your folds and cooing. Sunmi doesn’t ask you if you’re ready; instead, she holds onto your waist with one hand and drives her cock into you. “Oh fuck,” Sunmi moans. You feel her cock become buried inside you and throw your head back. Sunmi ultimately lets go of your hands, placing them firmly on your waist. “Little Mars hasn’t had a cock like this, has she?” 

“It’s so big,” You groan, settling into your role as Sailor Mars. 

“You’re so tight. You’re practically keeping me inside.” Sunmi slowly drags her cock out of you, your walls rubbing the tip of her cock as they close around her. Sunmi thrusts her hips forward. Your eyes flutter as you feel Sunmi’s cock kiss your womb. A loud moan comes from you, making her happy as she proceeds to pound your small body with quick thrusts. Sunmi forces your walls apart with every deep thrust. Your mind was quickly becoming mush as her cock began to bring you closer to your climax. You cup Sunmi’s cheeks, kissing her. She forces her tongue into your mouth, exploring it. Your legs wrap around Sunmi, keeping her trapped. “All you had to say was you wanted it inside.” Sunmi giggles. She plants kisses along your neck, letting your moans flow from your lips. 

“S-Sunmi, I’m going to cum.” You whine as you hold onto her shoulders. “I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!” You shout. Your body tenses up; your legs force Sunmi in deeper as your walls tighten around her cock. You feel the thick shaft throbbing inside you. “I want it.” You mumble. Sunmi continues to thrust, burying herself inside you as she cums. You feel the warm liquid flood your pussy. Your groans fill the room. As your body relaxes, Sunmi pulls your legs apart and pulls out of you. 

A shiver is sent down your spine as you feel Sunmi’s tongue move between your lips. You look down to see your lover eating you out. As her tongue pushes inside, you grip the bedsheets. “Ah, wait, it’s dirty.”  You moan, but Sunmi doesn’t respond to your words. You feel her arms wrap around your thighs. She pushes her tongue deep into your cunt, her tongue rubbing against the sides as she tastes the mixture of your nectar and her cum. You place your hand on Sunmi’s head, gently pushing her. You can feel Sunmi’s nose rub against your clit; it sends shocks throughout your system. Your lips form an O as constant moans flow from you. You feel Sunmi smile at her handiwork as she continues to lap at your cunt, her tongue moving expertly to give you the most pleasure. 

You cry out as you near another orgasm. Sunmi feels your legs tense in her arms and slows down. Your lover’s tongue robs your womb of her cum. She crawls over your body and carefully spills it onto your face. You open your mouth, allowing it to drip onto your tongue. The salty liquid sticks to your tongue, but you make it a point to show Sunmi an empty mouth. In return, she cups your cheek, her thumb gently rubbing across it. “I didn’t know Sailor Mars was so naughty.”

“Only for you,” You manage to mumble. Sunmi gently kisses your lips before rolling you onto her lap.

“I want to see you ride me.” You nod your head and grab her cock, stroking the thick shaft slowly as you align it with your cunt. You feel the head pressing against the entrance and slowly drop yourself onto Sunmi’s cock. You accidentally place your hands on her chest, feeling her soft mounds. “Why don’t you have a taste of these if you want them so bad.” She comments. You blush and lean down, kissing her breast before tracing her nipple with your tongue. Sunmi pats your head as you do this, light moans coming from her as your cunt swallows her cock with ease. You switch breasts after a time; the slow bounces on Sunmi’s cock were enough for now. Your energy was running low. Sunmi was getting tired at this point, too. She just watched you with a smile as you bounced on her cock, reveling in every movement as your walls rubbed against her cock.

She leaned up, kissing you softly before telling you to pick up the pace. “I want to see you cum, again.” She grips your waist and begins thrusting into you. Your moans slowly rise in volume as you help Sunmi reach her goal by dropping your weight onto her cock. Every time she thrusts up, you meet her in the middle. Each thrust kisses your womb, and your walls begin to tighten around her. 

“I’m cumming, Sunmi. I want to cum together, please!” You whine. Sunmi takes your hands, holding them tightly as you impale yourself on her cock. Your walls milk Sunmi, greedily taking every drop of cum from her. Her baby batter floods your womb again, filling you before seeping out of your cunt and running down her shaft. You collapse onto Sunmi’s chest, kissing her tits until she tilts your head back and kisses you again. 

“You were great, baby.” She says before giving you a slight tap on the ass.  “I really needed this.”

“Anything for you.” You mutter before resting your head against her chest and drifting off into a deep slumber with Sunmi still inside you.

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Good Luck, Babe! Part 1 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

Good Luck, Babe! Part 1 //Ellie Williams, TLOU//

(Inspired by Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan)

@dynsdiary made a post about Ellie x closet!reader Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan and I couldn’t go to sleep without writing it, so this is not super well edited

Word count: 1.2k 

CW: Angst, profanities, allusions to sex, internalized homophobia, drinking, not well edited

You had spent another night with Ellie and you slipped out of her bed without waking her up around sunrise like you always do. 

The feelings you have for Ellie Williams are undeniably strong, but you won’t let yourself take things further than your sexually explicit kind of love affair. You are straight. “I just needed a little lovin’,” you reassure yourself every time she has you moaning her name.

Even if you were gay, you would never come out of the closet. Certain members of your family, and several of your friends, would exile you. You see how many of the people in town treat Ellie like a pariah, and you know you aren’t strong enough to live like that. 

*****

Waiting for your drink at the bar, a mere 12 hours later, you feel an arm slip around your waist. Your head snaps around to see Ellie’s mischievous grin emerald eyes. You push her away from you and hiss “not here Ellie, not in front of these people, not in front of anyone.”

Ellie looks heartbroken, running her hand through her auburn hair and averting her eyes. “You know I cry when you leave without saying goodbye. It’s not fair.” She whispers in distress. That rips your heart in two. Ellie deserves so much better than this but you are too selfish to let her go. “Can we please talk about this?” She begs.

“Fine, but not right now.” You promise her and she looks relieved. You instruct her to find you before she leaves and she bites back a smile before disappearing into the crowd. Thoughts of Ellie consume you for the rest of the night. The loud music isn’t enough to drown it out so you come up with a different plan. 

You find the most eligible bachelor in the bar and bet him a kiss if he can beat you at darts, knowing you wouldn’t win. You are more than happy to oblige when one of his objectively attractive friends wants to make the same deal. 

Approaching the poker table without any cash, you put in 5 kisses to the winner as your buy in instead of the $5 they were asking for. 

About three drinks in, you tell one of your close guy friends that you would finally give him the chance he has always wanted with you. If he could take the most shots in 30 seconds. You know he could out drink you on your best day, and he celebrates his victory with a passionate make out session against the wall in a dark corner. When you finally pull away from him you stumble out of the bar and sit on the curb, you need a little air.

Ellie is the only thing on your mind, she has anchored herself there and held on through every forced kiss. At first you think you are imagining her beautifully familiar laugh. When you look up and see that she is actually there, she rolls her eyes. “You are so cliche.” 

“Who cares?” You reply nonchalantly with a smirk and you can see a darkness grown in her eyes as she is overcome by anger. 

“What the hell were you doing in there?” She snaps.

You bat your eyes at her the way you always do, hoping it will calm her down. “I’m just having a good time.”

Your flirty disposition does nothing to soften her anger. “Right in front of my face? With this…this thing between us?”

“Ellie I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, there is nothing between us. We are not together. We are nothing,” you remind her.

“You know what, it’s fine.” She spats. “It’s cool. I may be a fool but I know that you know the truth. Make a new excuse, another stupid reason. I know how I feel about you, and I can’t do this anymore.” Ellie turns to walk away and you grab her hand. “I don’t want to call it off!”

“But you don’t want to call it love!” She yells at you.

“Ellie please keep it down, we aren't the only ones out here.”

She obviously doesn’t care. “You can tell me you want that, why can’t you tell me what you really want?!”

You squint your eyes, growing irritable and raising your voice. “I’ve told you what I want, so please, tell me what you think I want.”

“You only wanna be the one that I call “baby”.” Ellie tells you as she kicks a rock. 

You stand up. “So what if I like being called “baby” by you? So what if I have feelings I don’t want to admit? That doesn’t mean I’m going to throw my life away. This is just the way I am. I will do whatever it takes to fight the feeling.”

Ellie gets right up in your face. “You can say that’s just the way you are, but do you really think this is a battle you can win? You came onto me. I see the way that you look at me. I’ve heard the sounds you make when I touch you and I’ve listened to you beg for more. Go ahead, you can kiss a hundred boys in bars. I’ve seen the way you cringe away from them.”

“I just get nervous.” You roll your eyes and take a step back. “Nothing a few drinks can’t fix.”

“You’ve had plenty to drink. But feel free to shoot another shot to try to stop the feeling. Eventually you’ll drink yourself to death and that’s the only way you are going to escape.” Ellie has never been so harsh with you and her words hit you like a freight train. 

“I would stop the whole world if it meant I could stop this feeling!” You cry out, on the verge of tears.

“That’s not how it works, babe. I can see it all now. You, in the years, with some sad excuse for a husband and a couple of bratty kids. You’ll wake up next to him in the middle of the night and look over at him in disgust. Put your head in your hands and cry because you are nothing more than his wife. You are going to think about me, all of those years ago, and want to sneak out on him while he sleeps, like you always did to me. Oh how the tables will have turned. But you won’t leave. You are too proud to come face to face with I told you so. You know that I would hate to say it, but all I would be able to say is ‘I told you so’.”

The tears start to fall, you can’t hold them back any longer. “Fine Ellie. I’ll admit it. I don’t want to be stuck with some man for the rest of my life.”

She crosses her arms. “I think I’m going to call this off.”

You try to plead with her. “Please don’t do this to me Ellie. I just wanna love someone who calls me ‘baby’. You call me baby. Would you still leave if I called this love?”

“Even if you call it love.”

You literally get down on your knees to beg. “Please Ellie!” You sob pathetically.

She backs away from you, and her face is saying that this hurts her more than it’s hurting you. “Good luck, babe.”

Update: Someone mentioned wanting a happy ending and I had so much fun writing this, so I will be writing a part 2! If you are here for the angst you can end here but a happy ending will be coming soon in part 2!

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[ktaerssoi]

can you do a paige fic where paige is down bad like reaaaly down bad only has eyes for reader but reader is so oblivious and paige gets all sad and reader doesn’t know so then paige is like i fucking love you??

its always been you

relationship: paige bueckers x fem!reader based on this request! tysm for answering my post 😭 summary: paige has only ever had eyes for you. notes: omg this was actually sm fun to write tysm and also i would love to hear more of those requests you speak of. anyway ty again!! - kate not proof read!

"i mean really, she thinks she's the shit and just needs to shut up." you were going on yet another rant as you walked through your front door, paige not far behind with your leftovers from lunch.

"mhm, well maybe you need to express to her what she's doing wrong." paige sighs as she opens the fridge to put the food away, grabbing and water for you and herself.

"thanks," you grab the water bottle from her, leaning against the counter. "i guess, but anyway, how have you been." you nudge her playfully with your shoulder, giggling. "any girlsss?"

you watch as her face flushes and she rolls her eyes. you see the smirk on her face as she turns away, letting you know that there was most definitely a girl.

"oooo, who?" you watch as she turns back to you shrugging, taking another sip of water. "i plead the fifth." its your turn to roll your eyes as she keeps her mouth shut.

"oh come on, p! were adults! you can tell me who you think is cute, i wont judge." you cross your arms as you move to stand in front of her, blocking her in slightly. she shakes her head and smiles at you, and the look she gives you is different from the normal ones. she looks at you like you're the only person she ever wants to know.

"i don't know, i don't think you want to know. you guys are sort of close and i wouldnt want to make it awkward, y'know?" she makes direct eye contact with you, you guys standing at the same height due to her leaning on the counter.

"uh yeah, i mean i guess so but i wouldn't tell her." your shoulders drop a little, you didn't want to push her but you were also sort of hurt that your own best friend didn't want to tell you about a girl she liked.

"you seriously don't have any thoughts at who it could be? she's not on the basketball team." paige stands up straighter, now towering over you slightly.

not on the basketball team? paige's life is basketball, i'm like the only friend she has that doesn't live basketball 24/7

needless to say, you were confused. (and dense as hell my gosh)

"is it that one chick that you had to do that group assignment with? the really pretty girl with the braids?" you were thinking to everyone you had seen apige interact with that wasn't on the team, other than yourself you were lost.

"no, you guys are close remember?" paige is looking at you like this is the most obvious thing ever, and you just stare up at her utterly confused.

"you're horrible at this whole hint thing." you mumble, shaking your head as you walk toward the living room to continue your thinking.

paige follows behind sort of deflated, plopping down on the couch next to you, slouching down so her head could rest on your shoulder. "no i mean really, who could it be?" she shakes her head as she goes to grab the remote.

you watch as she channel surfs for the next ten minutes, not finding anything good and eventually turning off the t.v.. "take one more guess and then i'll tell you who it is." paige looks up at you from her spot on your chest.

"okay um, is it that one media girl that were friends with? the one who always comes to dinners with us??" paige's eyebrows furrow, and she giggles to herself a litte, shaking her head.

"nope, but listen, if- if i tell you, you have to swear to me that things won't change. okay?" you nod at her words, never have you seen her this strict.

"are you sure it's not the media girl?" you narrow your eyes as she sits up, sitting across from you now.

"no y/n, its you. i like you. no, fuck it, i love you. i mean, you're amazing and you're the sweetest, funniest person i know and i'm not even totally sure if you're into girls like that but i can help but like you."

she bites her nails as you nod, you're quiet for a moment before you smile. "you think i'm funny?" paige rolls her eyes at you and stands up from the couch, scared that you're trying to let her down easy.

"so if that's a rejection i'm just going to go-" paige gets cut off by you springing up and grabbing her hand to stop her. "definitely not a rejection. i like you too p, like a love type of like. just to clarify." you shrug as you drop her hand, struggling to express that you really do feel the same.

"seriously? you're not just saying that because you're my best friend and you feel bad?" she's looking down at you, studying your face for your honest answer. once you nod you feel her hand on your waist and feel yourself be pulled forward.

your body is flush against hers, you've been in this exact position countless times before, but right now everything was in a whole new light.

your eyes flash down to paige's lips, and then back to her eyes, and to her lips again. "you're really pretty." you mumble, not even thinking about what you were saying anymore.

you watch as her cheeks get pinker, smiling at your effect on her. "shut up," she looks down at your lips, "can i kiss you?" you have never nodded so fast in your life.

her lips come crashing onto yours and it feels so right. you taste her strawberry chapstick against your lips and the smell of her shampoo consumes your senses.

pulling away after a few seconds you look up at her in awe, a stupid smile on your face.

"you really think i'm funny?"

#wcbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #wlw #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #i love her

[writersdrug]

Thinking about Simon with a goth! gf, and introducing his team to you.

Warnings: cursing, very slight nsfw, pda

Typed this up on my lunch break, not thoroughly proofread, ending is meh but it's been rotting in my brain so I had to push it out. Feel free to send me asks about this headcannon, I'd love to write more about it! <3

Simon insists on dragging his team to the nearest pub after a particularly rough day, offering to buy then a round of whiskey. They are all reluctant at first, complaining about aching backs and heads, and Price saying that the missus was expecting him.

Then Simon mumbles something about how his girl would've loved to meet them.

"Yer wha' now?"

"My girl."

Suddenly, Gaz's headache is gone. "Must've just been dehydrated, I suppose." Soap's back feels much better, after being able to sit in the car for just- five minutes, now. And Price? Apparently, the missus was at a dinner raffle for her charity- thing, and he'd just now remembered.

So, drinks and a quick bite at the pub you worked at. It was settled.

Simon leads them in shortly after parking the truck. The other three quickly scan the room for anyone who stands out. As Simon brings them to a booth in the back, they all take a seat, heads on a swivel for some pretty thing to come bouncing over and latch herself onto him.

"Gonna hit the head." Simon says. "I'll put our drinks in- she'll bring 'em over, she'll be done with 'er shift soon."

As he leaves, Soap, Gaz, and Price all sit there in a few moments of observatory silence. It's much harder to sample the crowd, they realize, since there's apparently no dress code for the servers. Johnny eyes each person like a hawk, until he sees a potential pick.

"Tha' one." He says, nodding towards a busty, long-legged blonde. Price and Gaz follow his line of sight to her as she leans against the bar, playing with her hair and laughing at something her friend says. Her bootcut jeans and frilly top accentuate her curves, and it's obvious that every man in her vicinity is ogling. "Twenty on 'er. Seems like he'd be into swimsuit models, eh?"

Gaz humms, scrunching his nose disapprovingly. "Nah, mate- too simple."

"Feck is simple 'bout 'er?"

"I mean for Simon." Gaz corrects Soap. "Don't think he'd want someone so... ditzy- no offense to her." He adds. "I think he wants a girl who can hold her own, in the physical and the figurative sense. Someone..." he narrows his eyes, searching through the crowd of people. "Like her."

He discretely points to a woman across the bar. She's playing darts with a few people, and hits the bullseye perfectly just as Soap and Price look her way. Her tank top and cargo pants show how defined, yet lean her muscles are. She looks like she could last a few decent minutes in a brawl. "I bet on her."

"Well I'll raise ye forty - I ken LT wants someone more... passive."

"Forty it is, then. I'd love to have you pay my bill tonight."

"If I may..." Price chimes in, leaning against the back of the booth with a smug look, arms folded over his chest, "I'd love to get in on this little game o' yours, and walk away with eighty pounds t'night - because you're both wrong."

Soap smirks. "And how's tha', Cap?"

Price smooths his fingers over his mutton chops. "Well, for starters, I'm a bit ashamed o' you boys. Neither of those girls actually work here, do they? Mm?"

Gaz groans, letting his head drop against the wall behind him. It takes Soap another moment, but then he remembers Simon saying this was where you worked. The whole point of them going to this specific pub was because you'd already be here, on the clock.

"Shite..." he mumbles.

"Alright, sir." Gaz says defeatedly. "Lay it on us."

Price leans his elbows on the table and points his finger straight ahead; Gaz and Soap both follow it to the bar, where a sweet-looking girl is punching orders into a server tablet. She has long, silky, red hair, and a petite frame. She smiles so kindly at every patron who speaks to her, and when she makes their drinks, she is quick with it, still engaging in conversation as she shakes the mixer with a powerful arm. Despite the crowd, she seems to be managing fine on her own.

"Her." Price says, tucking his hand back onto the table. "Y' see that face? The way she talks to 'em all? How she's soft and tough at the same time? Imagine that birdie tucked under his wing, eh?"

Soap and Gaz can imagine it. She's a cute little thing, a social butterfly, it seems - the perfect polar opposite to Simon that just might be the perfect fit.

"And I know he's got a thing for redheads." Price adds.

"Piss off, how d'ye ken tha'?" Soap grumbles.

Price shrugs. "Call it intuition."

Simon comes around the corner, carrying several glasses of neat whiskey. "Sorry-" he says, setting a glass in front of Price, and handing out the others as he sits down on the end of the booth. "She's on 'er way now."

"No worries." Price says, trying to hide his smirk. "Didn't know y' were into redheads, Simon."

Simon pauses, looking down at the table in confusion - then he chuckles. "Yeah, s'pose I am. How did y' know? Did she come by already?"

Price laughs. "No, son. We were just sayin'-"

"Hey baby!"

You turn the corner and lean down, squealing as you throw your arms around Simon's neck and kiss him. The other three look on with shock, and Soap is about ready to throw this random woman off of Simon, until he holds you just as tightly and kisses you back.

Price's smirk falls right onto the table when he realizes that he is just as wrong as the other two.

You're Simon's bird. Simon's raven. Black, styled hair, with black lipstick that is currently smudging Simon's chin. You have a choker - no, several chokers, wrapped around your neck, as well as a tiny corked bottle filled with red liquid that makes Soap and Gaz nervous, dangling from a chain. Long, black-painted fingernails, with small spiderwebs decorating the tips, caressing his face and the back of his neck. Your arms and legs are covered with torn fishnets and small tattoos, and you're wearing a black number with a corset, paired with studded Doc Martin's.

You finally pull away and look at the rest of them. "Sorry- nice to finally meet the lot of you." You say, shaking each one of their hands. Your eyes are striking, with full, dark lashes, eyeliner, and red contacts. Gages and a bull ring, too. Soap feels a shiver run up his spine when he looks at you head on, and Gaz hasn't picked his jaw up off the floor since you came around.

"Erm-" Price clears his throat, "pardon us- call me John. This is Kyle, and Johnny." He gestures to the other two, still watching you with a mix of curiosity and awe.

"I've heard so much about you. It's good to put names to the face." You say with a smile, shaking the other two's hands. Gaz manages to smile a bit, but Soap has the same shocked expression plastered onto his face.

Simon has a love-drunk, black-smudged smile on his lips as you sit down in his lap. "She's been wantin' t' meet you all for a while, now. Sorry I kept 'er a secret."

"To be fair, I'm usually hard to find." You say, grabbing a napkin and wiping the lipstick off Simon's face. "I'm either here, at class, or roaming around and people-watching... at night, of course. People are more interesting when it's dark out." You traced a fingernail along his jugular as he stared up at you.

"John 'ere knew you were a redhead."

"How?! Oh my god- are my roots showing?"

"Nah, luvie, he's just observant. 'S our job." Simon places a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, leaning into the kiss.

"Oh, kitchen's about to close. You wanna split a burger, Si?"

"Sure, get what you like."

"'S no onions ok?"

"Fine w' me - chips?"

"You know it." You giggle, making a show of squishing his cheek and biting it. You turn to the rest of his team with a smile. "You boys hungry?"

Price is the first one to speak, taking a heavy breath in, causing Soap and Gaz to finally snap out of their trance. "Erm- whatever you get, we'll do the same. On us tonight."

"Oooh, you sure?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. Simon looked at Price curiously.

"You positive, cap?"

Price nodded. "Lost a bet."

Simon looks even more concerned. You pat his shoulder and stand up. "I'll go punch it in, be right back." You give him a peck on the cheek, and begin to walk away - Simon's attention returns to you as he hooks a finger in the chain choker around your neck and tugs you back.

Soap, Gaz, and Price all watch, stupefied, as you land back in Simon's lap with a giggle. He grabs your chin between his thick fingers and kisses you on the lips, shamelessly letting his tongue slide past your teeth and squeezing your thigh. You laugh into the kiss, letting him devour you for a moment, before tapping his cheek and breaking away.

"I got fifteen minutes to put everyone's order in, Si."

"That's plenty of time, dove."

"Yeah, but then kitchen will get mad for doing it last minute, and I don't want-"

He chuckles, gently shoving out off of his lap and smacking your rump through your skirt. "You're fine, go on."

You smile, then disappear behind the booth, boots thudding against the hardwood floors.

Simon looks back at the three of them - Soap is staring between you and him, a blush covering his face. Gaz immediately turns to look at the wall, scratching his chin, and Price is gazing into his whiskey, though there's a lingering surprise in his eyes.

"So- what bet?" Simon asks, adjusting his hips; Soap notices his hand reaching down to palm at the fabric over his groin. "I don' remember bettin' nothin'."

"We weren't bettin' on ye pullin' her out ye pockets, LT." Soap comments, trying to avoid Simon's eyes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out forty pounds, slapping it onto the table.

"It makes sense..." Gaz, chimes in. "With your whole skeleton look, she fits you."

Simon slowly smiles, understanding what they had bet on. "Oh... I see. Lemme guess - you thought I's with someone more... simple? Lile that blonde at the bar, is tha' right?"

"Tha's what I said!!" Soap exclaims, dropping his fist to the table. "You got te give me credit fer pointin' t' a swimsuit model first, aye?"

"Oh- because every bloke on earth is shallow enough to care about swimsuit models." Gaz scoffs. "I at least picked someone who didn't look so bloody helpless." He gestures to the girl playing darts with her friends. "You don't even know if the other girl's a model."

"Well, one can imagine..."

"Feel as though I's the closest..." Price mutters under his breath, making the other two glare at him.

"Ye were not."

"Get off your high horse, cap-"

"Well- try this." Simon leans on his forearms with a smug look on his face. "My bird? She's a model, and she's a black-belt in Judo, and-" he looks at Price- "she's a natural redhead."

They all look between Simon and you, as you stand behind the bar and punch their orders in, laughing with the other redhead. Their eyes would drop onto the table if they were any wider.

"You sly dog-" Gas comments with a chuckle.

"I don' believe ye." Soap says, crossing his arms. "Wha' kind o' model?"

"Lingerie."

Price chokes on his whiskey.

"Bullshit." Soap snaps. "Pictures or ye lyin'."

"Nah." Simon sighs, leaning back in his seat and daking a sip of his whiskey. "Not the ones I have, at least. But pick up the last "Bloodletting" magazine, and she's there."

They all sit there, a bit dumbfounded, watching you walk back to the booth. How on earth did someone like Simon land someone like you?

Simon's full of surprises, even in his personal life.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanons #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #ghost blurbs

[underdark-dreams]

Thank you everyone who has read this fic along its life! I finally got up the courage to tie it up with a bow. Here's the final chapter of my Rolan x Tav series Sage and Soldier, with links to the other pieces:

Blades and Spells [Fluff - First Meeting]

Good Night for Company - [Pining - Feelings Realization | NSFW] [ch1] [ch2]

[ch1] - [ch2] - [ch3] - [ch4] - [ch5]

A Strand to Climb - Ch.6

After the end of the world, there's a wizard's tower in the Upper City.

Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, NSFW | Word Count: 4.8k [Read on AO3]

There was no time to celebrate the death of the Absolute—not when Tav and her companions stood trapped on its back like one of the doomed cities of Netheril. Not when her ears had already begun swimming and popping from the breakneck speed of their fall.

Tav yelled something back to the rest, some stupid bit of encouragement meant to keep them all on their feet. What else could they do but hold on, after all? They were all helpless, exhausted from battle, keeping their footing however they could as the brain’s pulsating flesh descended from the sky.

When they punched through the misty cloud layer below, Tav’s stomach leapt straight up into her throat. They were sailing across the Upper City, and the high spire of Ramazith’s Tower was rushing forward to meet them.

Too soon, her ears rang with the sickening, rib-shaking crash as the dying Netherbrain collided with the column of the Tower. Her shout of horror was lost to the explosive crumble of masonry and the whip of wind. She had only a second to fear the worst. 

The impact spun the creature on its descent; Tav was knocked hard to her side, forced to scrabble for purchase on the monster’s slimy flesh as it careened sideways. Her limbs skated ineffectually over the brain’s folds—she was sliding toward the edge—

Not like this, her mind screamed in protest.

Tav yanked the sheathed dagger at her thigh and plunged it into the dying Absolute. Two hands gripped the hilt with all her might, even as her legs swung over the side of the Netherbrain like those of a limp ragdoll.

“Hells, we’re headed for harbor—!”

Behind her, Wyll’s yell of warning cut through. Tav understood at once—if they hit the Chionthar still standing on the back of the Netherbrain, its mass would pull them deep underwater with the strength of a vortex. She craned her neck blindly.

“Gale!” Tav shrieked for him, mad with panic. What if he’d fallen in the Upper City? What if he was gone, and she was beseeching a void?

Then she heard Gale’s voice call out for the Weave, and his spell hit hard along her spine. Her boots lifted unnaturally, the feet within them tingling with the power of flight—

The Netherbrain banked hard over the central City Wall. They were low enough now that Tav could make out figures with upturned faces—people watching the monster’s fall from the sky and fleeing away on foot, as if all pushed back by the same bank of wind. With one more lilt, the fleshy ground under her veered straight for the ancient wooden river docks.

A sharp glint of hope. If they timed their jump just right—if Gale’s spell lasted—

“Fuck this—” Beside her, Karlach was of the same mind. She was crouched low for balance, inching forward to the edge of the Crown for a better position. 

Tav used her dagger for leverage to push herself crouched. “Aim for the roof of the Counting House!”

She heard the others fighting to their feet behind her. Gravity was accelerating their fall; sharp rain and river mist buffeted against her face as they swung rapidly for the water. But first, they passed beside a wide expanse of flat stone ramparts.

And then—they jumped.

—

Tav’s limbs cried out in exhaustion; her rain-soaked leg plates jangled heavily with each boot tread. She dragged herself through the streets of the Gate on adrenaline alone. 

Those streets were in chaos. Though the battle was newly won, each corner she rounded brought a fresh skirmish. 

Newborn mind flayers stumbled about in swarms, hungry and rudderless without direction from their Elder Brain. Many still dripped with blood from the death of their human forms. Those Baldurians who weren't running from them with crying children in their arms had snatched up tools and blades alike to run the creatures through with the ruthlessness of survival. 

The chaos helped. Grit and blood and thudding bodies distracted Tav from the one sight she wanted to turn her head to, yet couldn't bear to see. 

As her boots climbed the cobbles north toward the Upper City gate, Rolan’s tower crumbled over and over in her mind’s eye. She felt like retching. Her lungs were on fire.

Please let him be alive, please let him be alive, please let him be alive—she prayed to any god who might still be listening.

A child’s scream brought her up short on reflex.

Silfy—the timid one from the Grove, the little girl who cried when Tav caught her stealing a worthless trinket. A young mind flayer was reaching for her, one long-fingered hand directing its neural heat where she stood frozen in terror.

Tav’s teeth ground in her skull. She was so thoroughly fucking done—her longsword scraped out of its scabbard and arced straight toward the creature’s throat. 

Just as the blow connected, an arrow shaft pushed out between the mind flayer’s dark eyes. It crumpled lifeless to the pavement in a heavy heap. Silfy turned tail without a backward glance; Tav squinted through mist and smoke, trying to identify the Flaming Fist who still held her shortbow poised.

“Lia!” Tav could have sobbed in relief. “Thank gods—is Rolan—?”

“I don’t know—” Lia’s voice was desperate as she ran closer. “Cal and I took the Sundries portal to fight with Cerys. Last we heard, Rolan was up manning the turrets.”

Tav could have swayed and collapsed where she stood. Only adrenaline kept her upright.

“I’ll find him,” she shouted above the surrounding chaos, half to herself, half to wipe that terrible fear from Lia’s face. She pushed away into a sprint without another word to her. 

He’s not dead—he wouldn’t die like that—

Would she even be able to find Rolan’s body in the wreckage if he was? Tav’s knees wanted to give way at the thought. She gasped air into her lungs, wresting that image of him out of her mind with everything she had.

When she rounded the road from Flymm’s Cargo, a powerful wall of heat nearly knocked her back on her rump.

The ancient prow of the Blushing Mermaid was ablaze. Flames the height of ten men towered into the gray skies above, unaffected by the steady drizzle of rain. Her steel chestplate grew painfully hot as she forced herself up the crest of the hill.

Shouts and acrid air clouded her senses as she dashed beside the scene. Tav caught sight of Zorru and Danis, leading a bucket line all the way from Gray Harbor; their voices cracked from heat and smoke as they yelled directions.

All at once, like the emptying of a giant basin over their heads, a crash of water fell over the blaze and its surroundings. The cobbles under her feet were abruptly drenched; Tav slipped and careened forward, catching herself hard on both hands in a clang of plate armor.

There was a deep, ominous creak from somewhere above her. Knocked breathless, Tav nevertheless craned her head back. 

The heavy wooden spindle on the ship’s prow that jutted over the street was already weakened from fire; now it was soaked through from the magical downpour. As she watched dumbstruck, it splintered with a slow twang. Then the wood snapped clean down the middle, and the length of it swung downward, straight for her legs.

Tav scrambled forward on hands and knees. Her boots and gauntlets scraped over the wet stones toward safety—

Footsteps were sprinting closer. There was a shouted incantation and a flash; Tav smelled roses as the Weave enveloped her completely for the space of a blink. Then she landed flat on her stomach in the middle of the street.

Thoroughly winded now, she coughed and wheezed for breath. The blaze and heat of the fire was strangely distant from where she lay. 

As her lungs finally filled again, Tav realized she wasn’t just lying on pavement—something soft under her torso had cushioned the fall. She lifted up with a groan to look down at what she’d fallen on top of.

Rolan was entirely covered in soot and masonry dust from horn to foot. The effect was that he blended almost completely into the gray cobbles at first glance. Only when he opened his eyes did she recognize the two golden flames staring back at her.

“Tav!” 

Rolan sat up so suddenly his horns nearly collided with her forehead. His hands gripped around her forearms with bruising force. “The Brain—I thought you’d—”

Her body had begun to violently shake as she took him in, each inch of his face strained with anxiety and streaked with dust and thoroughly alive—

Unable to go another second without him, Tav threw both arms around his neck. Rolan gripped her ribcage in turn, so tight and so long that her vision went spotty from lack of air. She couldn’t care less; in this moment, she would have dissolved right into him if she could have.  

“I thought you were dead, Rolan,” she gasped into his shoulder. “Your Tower—the Netherbrain crashed right into it.”

“Only the observatory.” Rolan’s voice was muffled against her hair. “Never planned to use it anyway—not much of an astronomer—”

Tav could have laughed hysterically if she wasn’t so out of breath. Rolan continued against her neck. 

“I was following it to the harbor, Tav, I had no idea what became of you—but then the fire, there were people inside—”

“You had to help,” she finished. She felt tears streaming fast and hot down her cheeks. The strength of her relief could’ve bowled her right over again. “I know, I know, just—”

They released each other at the same time. The kiss was stained with sweat and grime, yet it was the most satisfying one Tav had ever felt. She gripped Rolan’s face between two gauntleted hands, crushing his mouth against her.

“Lia’s okay,” she gasped out when Rolan’s lips finally left hers. “I met her south of here. She and Cal went with Cerys. Cal must be fine too, she would’ve said,” Tav added in a rush.

Rolan jerked his head in acknowledgement, his expression punch-drunk as he took her in. He was smoothing her hair back with both hands as if the motion was the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment.

“Are you all right?” Her voice was very small.

Rolan nodded at her again. Clearly spell-spent and dusted in plaster, he looked like his own ghost. “Are you?” Despite all that, his baritone reverberated warm and familiar in her chest.

“It’s so quiet,” she whispered hoarsely. Her words fell in almost comical contrast to the distant sounds of shouting, fire, and steel meeting illithid flesh. 

But she could tell from the way Rolan’s eyes moved over her expression that he understood. The tadpole was finally gone—her mind was entirely her own again.

Rolan’s spark was beginning to return. “Can you stand?”

As he rose, Tav wobbled experimentally to her feet along with him. Her knees were bruised from the tumble, and her calves threatened to cramp from exertion—but she put on a brave face. 

Unconvinced, Rolan kept an arm looped behind her back just in case; one hand fastened along her waist. Walking with him close at her side, the adrenaline began to ebb in her veins. Bone-weariness was instead closing in like a shroud. 

“We should find Cal and Lia,” she said, trying to sound purposeful. Her boots dragged with each step.

“Yes,” Rolan agreed. He was holding her very firmly—practically supporting half her weight. “And we should be sure your friends made it safely from the docks.”

Tav gave a mumbled assent. It was difficult to care about any of that now, though she knew she should. She found herself staring up at his profile beside her. 

“Rolan?”

He looked down in concern. “What is it?”

“After that…will you take me home?”

“My darling—” His lips pressed firmly to her brow. “Yes.”

—

Tav shifted on top of him with a mumble.

Rolan froze with arms still looped around her; perhaps the crinkle of scroll parchment had awakened her. 

But then her face snuffled back into the bare crook of his shoulder. The dead weight of her across his chest assured Rolan that she was still fast asleep.

It was a lucky thing that he’d settled with reading material at arm’s length—the small pack of rare scrolls Tav herself had gifted him. She’d been out cold since dawn, when they all made it back to the Tower. It was nearly twilight now, and the sun’s last orange rays were fading fast through the high windows of Rolan’s bedroom. The distant streets had grown quiet as the city retired to nurse its wounds for the night.

Rolan hadn't seen much of her battle with the Netherbrain. Tav hadn't been in a state to tell many details once it was finally over, either. She could barely keep her eyelids open. The only thing clear was that she was completely exhausted from it.

Before anything else, Rolan coaxed several very potent healing elixirs down her throat. Then he drew them a bath and helped her out of her bloodied armor. She leaned heavily against him under the water. By the time he wrapped her in a towel to dry, he practically had to carry her back to his room.

The only hint of her fire came out when he’d tried to guide her toward the bed for sleep. Tav refused to go anywhere near the large four-poster frame that had belonged to the Tower’s previous archwizard. In fact, she declared that the whole thing was to be burned, mattress and all. 

Rolan couldn’t decide whether he was more amused or touched by her vehemence.

Instead, she’d grabbed a fistful of the blankets and dragged them away in order to fall against the massive direwolf pelt rug in front of the fireplace. It was no feather bed, but still leagues more comfortable than how either of them had slept on the road to Baldur’s Gate.

Especially so with Tav draped over him, Rolan had since decided. She’d promptly held him to her and drifted off. Her bare torso was a comforting weight on his chest. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she slept, little steady breaths tickling against his neck.

Home. That’s what Tav had called this, hadn’t she? Silently, Rolan leaned his cheek against her hair as he read.

Lia and Cal had moved all their things into the Tower the same day its ownership changed hands. The few of Rolan’s possessions remaining in their Heapside flat had been left in a little pile just inside his bedroom door. Among them was the small leather scroll pouch Tav had gifted him on her arrival to Baldur’s Gate. 

By this point, Rolan was certain he could find a much larger wealth of arcane knowledge in his new library. Still…it felt important to study from these first. 

For one, they were certainly beyond anything he’d managed to teach himself from hand-me-down textbooks back in Elturel. Whoever she’d stolen them from must have been an advanced practitioner of the Weave. Or perhaps just a man with the wealth and fancy to build a collection, much like Lorroakan had been.

They were also a gift from Tav. That simple fact made them more valuable to Rolan than most of the wealth he’d inherited along with Ramazith’s Tower. 

Had she collected them one by one in her travels here, thinking of him while she did? A warm affection bloomed in his chest at the thought. He’d have to ask her when she finally woke.

It was as if she sensed the thought. 

With a deep inhale, Tav arched and stretched full-body against the length of him under the covers. Her hands both landed to tangle in his hair against their makeshift fur bed.

“Morning,” she purred sleepily against his neck.

Rolan decided then and there—he could very much get used to waking up like this. However, it seemed the right thing to correct her. 

He kissed her brow. “Evening, actually.”

Tav raised her groggy face from his chest then, wiping one corner of her mouth. His eyes left the page to watch her blink around his bedroom in a daze. The blood-orange light of sunset was stretching long and dim across the floorboards now.

“Oh,” she said softly, a single word holding great recognition. Her wide eyes flicked to his face. 

“Have—have I been laid on top of you like a dead fish this whole time?”

“I’d never call you that,” Rolan assured her calmly. “But yes.”

Tav looked at him in appraisal for a long moment. 

“I think you like it,” she decided, and laid her head back down over his heart. He chuckled to himself and raised his free hand to smooth the hair back from her face.

Tav sighed happily at the gesture. “What are you reading, Rolan?”

“One of the scrolls you gave me.”

“Oh? Tell me about it, then. I’m curious.” One hand had gravitated suspiciously close to his ear. Sure enough, her thumb and forefinger began tracing along its edges to the pointed tip.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Rolan sighed. He’d always been unable to ignore the shivers that flowed down his spine when she touched him there. “I’d tell you regardless.”

“I'm sorry—” Her touch fell from him immediately. “I don’t do it on purpose, really. They’re just so pretty.”

Rolan cleared his throat. “It’s fine. You can—go on. If you like. Just know it’s a bit distracting.”

After a moment, her fingers cautiously returned. She was careful to keep the motion smooth and predictable this time. Rolan focused back on the page he’d pressed to fall flat before she woke.

“This one teaches a technique for arcane portal conjurement. The linking of two locations with a path carved through the Weave.”

Tav swiveled on her chin to look up at him. “Like the one from the Sundries to your library here?”

Rolan hummed in assent. “I've read about wizards who linked much more distant places together. The distance from here to Waterdeep, for instance. It requires a tremendous bit of spellwork.”

“How on earth?” She frowned at him in curiosity. “Where do you put a portal if you can't see where it's going?”

“Not sure yet,” Rolan mused, already being drawn back in by his reading despite her affectionate intrusions. “Most likely it requires two casters to sculpt the spell properly. I’ll need to understand the basic mechanics first.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Tav replied. She snuggled back into to the warmth at his neck.

“Of course I will.” Rolan shook the parchment out with his hand to punctuate the statement. 

Tav let out a quiet exhale of laughter—but she said nothing to question him. It made Rolan swell with pride a bit.

He held her for another quiet moment as the fire snapped and danced in the hearth beside them. Its light seemed to burn brighter and even warmer now, with the sun finally gone behind the horizon.  

When Tav shifted further over his lap, he didn’t think anything at first. Perhaps she was still trying to get comfortable on their makeshift sleeping arrangements.

Then she ground the heat between her legs over his half-hard cock, and a reflexive sound was pushed from Rolan’s throat.

“Tav,” he groaned.

“I’ve always loved that confidence of yours.” She had propped herself up with hands on his chest to gaze down at him. The covers fell back to bathe her lovely bare shoulders and breasts and stomach with firelight. “You don’t understand, it’s like catnip to me.”

“Where's this coming from?”

“What? Is it not enough that I just woke up naked with the most handsome, brilliant young archwizard on the whole Sword Coast—”

As she showered him with teasing flattery, Tav canted her hips harder against his own. Rolan leaned back against the tips of his horns with another involuntary groan; the scroll fell away dangerously close to the fire, forgotten.

“Tav,” he repeated more forcefully, pushing himself up on one elbow. Her face above him was full of mischief. “You’ve just been through hells—are you sure you’re well enough to—?”

“Yes.” She threw her head back in a moan with the word. Rolan’s hands flew instinctively to her hips. She was already rocking and grinding in rhythm against him, leaving a wet patch of heat where their hips slotted together.

“You’re unbelievable—” Rolan held her arms back insistently, forcing her to look at him. 

Tav panted and bit her lip as they watched each other. He was of half a mind to return the favor. Look at the pretty hero of Baldur’s Gate, fresh from battle and already writhing on my cock—but the clear desire between her legs had rather scrambled his own thoughts. 

Instead, Rolan did what he could manage to tease her. “Tell me how you feel right now.”

“Hot.” Her voice was low and tempting; her eyes were dark with desire. “Wanting you. Needing you inside me—”

Even without leverage from her palms, Tav managed to shift over his ridges in a way that made Rolan twitch and shudder under her.

“Good gods—I want you too,” he heard himself gasp out. 

It was all the encouragement she needed. His grip had gone slack in distraction; with one hand guiding him, Tav angled herself up and sank down over the hard ridges of his length.

Her tight, wet heat all around him nearly knocked him breathless. Rolan lay back and ran his hands up her thighs. The firm muscle there led him straight to the lovely swell of her hips, and he gripped each hand with nails dimpling into her flesh.

Strong and soft—Tav was somehow both of those things at once. As she sat adjusting to him, her eyes certainly had never been softer than they were now, moving over his face.

“I missed this,” she breathed. 

Rolan nodded in silent agreement. From tonight on, he swore to himself, neither of them would ever have a chance to miss this.

When she began moving, it was slow and deliberate. Her hips glided up and down to take him—so warm, so perfect. Rolan glanced where their bodies met, watching his length disappearing into her again and again. The sight was almost too much; he felt compelled to close his eyes.

Instead, Rolan pushed himself seated. He couldn't be close enough to her. 

Tav folded her arms around his shoulders at once, adjusting to the new angle without breaking rhythm. Her face was bathed in firelight.

As he took in every inch of her, Rolan caught sight of an old blade scar under her jaw. He’d never noticed it before now. He leaned to press his lips against it.

She tilted her head with a soft sound, opening up the rest of her throat to his mouth should he want it. And he did—Rolan kissed and nipped at the flesh there while Tav rode him, her voice softly gasping and whispering his name over and over like a prayer. 

The rhythm of their hips together increased to something desperate. Rolan felt heat licking under his skin, burning like flame everywhere their bodies touched. She clutched desperate fingers over the deep ridges along his shoulder blades.

“Come in me,” she gasped. “Please.”

That one little word was his undoing. Who was he to deny the woman who had just saved everything he loved in the whole Realms, herself included? 

Rolan forced his mouth away from Tav’s throat to watch her come apart. She was already close—he could tell from the way her mouth fell open, the way her walls twitched and gripped him tighter each time she bounced down onto his lap. 

“I love you—” 

He wasn’t sure she heard with the way she arched and tensed into him—but then she already knew, didn’t she? Tav’s arms were trembling around his shoulders when she came, as if he was the only thing keeping her anchored down to earth. 

When he felt the coil inside him unraveling, Rolan buried his face into her shoulder again. She was whispering praises against the tapered shell of his ear—things too sweet to even commit to his own memory. Rolan clutched at her back with both hands as he finally shuddered and spilled inside her.

He kept his arms locked tight around her middle as the twitching waves at his core echoed and subsided. Then they tipped backward together, their bodies still connected, to land in a soft pile of fur.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the way they both panted against each other. Lying on top of him again, Tav’s lips brushed against the trail of ridges below his collar bone.

Soon enough, one of his long fingers began tracing over her back. He practiced the shapes of his somatic spell components along the empty expanse of her skin. She was so soft and smooth there—so unlike the way Tieflings were formed.

He felt goosebumps raise where his fingers touched. Tav shivered against him. 

“That tickles,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Apologies, darling,” Rolan told her. Some other time it would be very interesting to investigate how ticklish she was. For now, he stilled to press his palm against her lower back instead.

Tav heaved a deep sigh against his chest. “What are we supposed to do now?”

Rolan crooked his head down at her. “What do you mean?”

“Now that it’s over.” Tav propped her chin on both hands to meet his eye. “I can barely remember what it feels like to just…live my own life. You know?” 

Rolan carded one hand back through her hair. He understood the feeling well. 

“There’s still plenty to occupy both of us,” he assured her. “I need to complete the Tower repairs before the next storm, which could be any day knowing Sword Coast weather. And the Lower City is in a state of absolute ruin. I’m sure you’ll have a hundred people knocking on my door come morning, asking for their hero’s help with a hundred different things—”

To his surprise, Tav sat up on his lap in a huff. The motion reminded him he was still softening inside of her. 

“There you go spoiling my fun,” she complained good-naturedly. “Here I expected you to be thrilled at the prospect of finally having me in your bed day and night, with no mortal peril hanging over either of our heads, no less. And you only want to discuss Baldurian civics—”

Rolan felt himself beginning to laugh at her, a relaxed and throaty sound. “Is that what’s troubling you? Tav, I thoroughly intend to fuck you often and well.”

“You’d better,” she warned, but the corners of her mouth had begun to twitch. He wanted to devour her.

“And since you’ve declared my own bed permanently off-limits—” 

In one motion he rolled their bodies to pin Tav under him. It earned him a little ‘oh’ of surprise; he was conveniently still buried between her legs. “You’ve put me in the position of having to be resourceful.”

“Big change for you, that?” Tav teased. But her legs crossed behind his flanks to keep him close. As they did, one of her heels inadvertently rubbed against the sensitive base of his tail. 

Rolan hissed in air between his teeth. He saw her eyes spark with recognition, and leaned down to kiss her senseless before she could do anything wicked with this new information.

By the time they surfaced from lips and tongues and teeth, he was already achingly stiff inside her again. Her hands ran down his front, flowing over each concentric pattern on his chest with open want. It sent a shiver all the way down his spine, from neck to tail.

The way Tav looked at him—the way she touched him as if he was perhaps the loveliest thing she’d ever seen. He decided it would take him years to get used to. Maybe he never would.

Rolan kept still regardless, waiting for her to finish her explorations. All traces of teasing were long gone from her now. 

Tav’s eyes reflected the warmth of the dying fire as reached up for him. She passed one more deliberate hand over the planes of his face, as if she’d like to memorize the feel of them. Her fingers landed to gently clutch around his jaw.

“My wizard,” she said softly. 

Rolan had never been one for pet names; even from the people he cared about most. Those words should have sounded diminutive and sentimental to him, even spoken by Tav. 

Instead…

They fell sweetly against his ear, flowed like honeyed wine down his throat, and nestled into a space that glowed with warmth somewhere behind his ribs.

And why shouldn’t they? He was her wizard, after all.

#sage and soldier #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan #bg3 fanfic #rebgrrl writes #underdark-dreams #spicy #nsft #crying (me) #holy rolan empire

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Fallen Order request is "That looks broken" for @blueflowertea

The sun shines outside, flowers bloom, Greez has freshly baked bread cooling in the galley and all is calm and quiet aboard the ship. The others have ventured into a nearby market, leaving Greez with the whole ship to himself. He’s set the navicomp to run maintenance routines, the deck is sparking from his intense scrubbing, he baked the aforementioned bread (mostly to get rid of the odour of whatever the heck Cal tracked in from their last stop on an honest-to-great-grandma swamp planet), and the refresher hasn’t been that tidy since the day the ship left the production line.

All in all, Greez has had a very productive day while the others go gallivanting, with their ‘the Force is calling me’ and ‘I wish to see a new world’ and scanning, always scanning. It’s the first time in too long Greez has been able to play his own music on the sound system too. Apparently Latero lounge funk is nauseating for Humans. And Greez means that literally – both Cere and Cal get all woozy and pale if he tries playing it. It makes Merrin giggle uncontrollably in a genuinely dangerous to her health kind of way.

Greez makes himself a cup of caf and prepares to sit down, maybe catch a pod race, when he hears familiar voices approaching. He switches off his music and watches BD lead the way. That’s unusual. He rarely puts his own feet on the ground unless…

Greez looks up. Cal is on his feet, conscious and limping. Cere and Merrin follow, Merrin looking extremely pleased with herself while Cere looks like she’s ready to catch Cal at a moment’s notice.

“What happened?” Greez asks.

“Cal did not look where he was going,” Merrin says. “He tripped over a market stall.”

“And did such a great job putting it back together the stall owner wasn’t even mad at me!” Cal flops down onto the couch. Good thing Greez didn’t get around to cleaning that off today. He’s covered in soil. “And I was looking where I was going. I just got distracted. Totally different problem.”

“Yes, you see something shiny, and all other thoughts fall out of your head,” Merrin says.

“Nah, that’s BD, right, buddy?”

BD cackles and dashes off to scan the terrarium.

“Take your boot off,” Cere says.

“I twisted it, Cere, it’s nothing.”

“Take your boot off. Greez, grab me the medscanner.”

Greez never, ever, messes with Cere when she’s using this tone of voice. Cal, on the other hand, is not that wise.

“I twisted my ankle. Some ice, a few stretches, it’ll be fine.”

“And how are you going to apply the ice with the boot on? Take it off. Now.”

Merrin snorts. Cal levels a glare at her. She heads off into her and Cere’s cabin. Greez hands over the scanner to Cere. He gives Cal a nudge. “There’s no need to turn this into a fight,” he whispers.

It isn’t much of a flashpoint, but it’s one nonetheless and despite all this time together, no one has managed to iron out Cal’s ‘I’ll work through anything’ mentality. On top of that, he’s a young man who clearly wants to spread his wings. Greez gets it, he really does, but sometimes Cal needs a reminder he isn’t immortal. No, it’s simpler than that. Sometimes, he needs reminders that he doesn’t need to be in pain constantly.

With much eye-rolling and amateur dramatics, Cal reaches for his boot. He pulls, and Greez watches him literally go several shades paler. A funny gasp emerges from him, and he grabs the couch cushions, knuckles bleaching white. Greez hears Cere take a breath, ready to lecture, and reaches over to whack her on the arm. The woman really needs to know when to push and when to shut up.

It’s slow and painful (literally for Cal, based on how much he’s sweating), but the boot comes off.

Greez can’t help himself. “That looks broken.”

Cal is silent as Cere scans the obvious problem. Greez grabs an icepack, ready to put on the injury the moment they have confirmation.

“Yes,” Cere says. “Broken. It’s a hairline fracture, so a bone knitter and a few days of rest will fix it right up.” She reaches into the medkit once more and pulls out said knitter. Definitely an essential purchase, one they’d made not long after meeting Cal.

Head shaking, Cal tries to pull away. “I don’t need to rest it, I can manage.”

Certain he knows why Cal thinks he can ‘manage’, Greez slaps the icepack down just hard enough to catch Cal, who hisses and levels a glare at him. “You are resting it. Consider the rest of us at your beck and call.”

Cal pauses, turning the thought around. “Everyone?”

Greez nods. “Merrin!” Cal bellows at the top of his lungs. “You’re at my beck and call! Grab me a drink, please!”

#fic requests 2024 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #bd 1 #greez dritus #merrin #cere junda

[pinazee]

American Duos

It is really hard not to gif this whole episode!

First of all, the era of the soul patch is upon us haha

let’s not forget Chief Vick put Nigel St. Nigel in his place. She a bad bitch and i stan her.

How incredible is it that they got Tim Curry, and his character is ICONIC. He is the godfather of the blueberry. (Here’s Nigel St. Nigel with the real real.)

James and Dulé are having so much fun, you love to see it! Also, i like to think Shawn was purposely being bad because he knew Nigel St. Nigel would have to push him through no matter what and wanted to see him squirm. Gus genuinely tried haha

Juliet was so adorable in this episode. We learn quite a bit about her- how competitive she is, that she was kicked out of cheerleading camp, and idk if they meant to plant this seed or not, but we learn that she does not like liars (shawn).

Gina Gershon fucking killed this role! She uttered every line with such perfection, i was really rooting for her character. Im glad she wasn’t killed. I actually kind of wish she could have come back as more of a love interest for lassie, after she’s cleaned herself up some. He comes to like her honesty and spontaneity, she loves his overprotective nature and the gooey center hidden beneath his hardened exterior. She could then go off to have a redeemed career and they’d part ways. (P.S that slap!!! Ahhahaha!)

this was definitely a competition between james and corbin to see who could get the closest to the other in the scene without touching. Who talks like this?? Lol

I need someone to explain what is going on in Shawns (or james’) brain here. Lemme just put baby in a corner here

P.S I want to know who this audience member was, giving 1000%, so i can send him flowers, or candy.

#no deep insights here just pure joy #i cant believe they called him zapato dulce #also he really was terrible at killing people #psych #psych tv #psych usa #psych rewatch #shawn spencer #burton guster #shawn and gus #james roday rodriguez #james roday #dulé hill #dule hill #maggie lawson #juliet o'hara #henry spencer #corbin bernsen #carlton lassiter #timothy omundson

[tunaababee]

we will be everything we say - Chapter 5

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Feyre Archeron has been best friends with Rhysand Sterling ever since she moved onto the same street when they were kids - the two became absolutely joined at the hip, with nothing able to come between them.

As they get older, life gets more complicated and things get harder. Not everything comes as naturally as it once did. People change, things happen, friends... drift.

But after drifting apart, maybe life can push them back together again, in time.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Chapter 5: twenty-one and twenty-two

Rhys couldn’t help but feel antsy despite the cosy, comfortable atmosphere of the house around him. His best friends in the world sharing drinks, breaking bread and just generally shooting the shit together again for the first time in who knew how long. All that matters was that it had been too long and everyone was here again. Cassian was happily sitting on the couch, Nesta perched in his lap with only some mild protests - he and Feyre’s sister had been dating for a few months after they had met at the gym Cassian worked at over in Windhaven. It took them a long time to stop riling each other up for more than a few moments before they used their big adult words and went out on a date, but it had seemed to be relatively smooth sailing from there. Nesta’s roommates, Emerie and Gwyn, had also tagged along and seemed to be fitting in quite nicely. Mor was chattering away with Amren and Varian, while Azriel seemed busy quietly brooding. Or maybe staring at Gwyn. Rhys couldn’t quite figure that one out, but he knew that he’d get to the bottom of it eventually. And yet, Rhys stood right beside him, almost equally as moody and out of it.

Because Feyre was coming tonight. After months of hasty apologies and rain checks for gatherings, she was finally showing up again.

The thought made Rhys’ gut and heart twist in tandem.

He had still talked to Feyre all throughout college, texting and calling when they were unable to meet up, but contact had been tapering off slowly but surely as the time ticked on. Rhys knew that she hadn’t been deliberately skipping out on spending time or talking with any of them on purpose - for the past few years, her art degree had kept her immensely busy while also managing to juggle a part-time job to help push her way through college. Feyre had managed to bag a scholarship after high school like she had been hoping for, but it didn’t quite cover the whole tuition, so she barely got any sort of reprieve before throwing herself wholeheartedly back into her future. Typical for a woman so unabashedly stubborn and glorious as- No, Rhys thought to himself. He had to stop those thoughts in their tracks. She was still with Tamlin. Engaged to Tamlin, last he had heard. Rhys had to rein himself in - he was well practised in the art, so why should tonight be any different?

“Rhysand, baby, don’t tell me Azriel’s brooding has rubbed off on you too. There’s only so much dark sulking our group can handle at any given time.” Mor strode over to the wall near the kitchen where he was leaning, shoving a plate with a few slices of pizza on it into his hand.

A practised smile slid across his features, though he knew it wouldn’t do much to fool his cousin. “Can’t a man stand and just have a minute to think his thoughts for a while, Mor?”

“In any other circumstance, sure. But we all know you get all loopy around Feyre to say the least. Except for maybe Nesta simply because she doesn’t like to be around you at the best of times, anyways. Just don’t overthink it, okay?” She placed a comforting hand on his arm, his own coming to rest on top of it and give a light squeeze of thanks. Something about Tamlin had always rubbed him the wrong way - not that anybody else felt kindly toward him, but Rhys struggled to hide it the most. It certainly didn’t help his case that Rhysand was still hopelessly in love with Feyre, but there was something more to it. He tried to put it out of mind as Mor moved back toward the group in the living room. Rhys ate his food and made light chatter with everybody, trying his best to keep his feelings out of sight and out of mind until, of course, Feyre inevitably arrived on Tamlin’s arm.

His heart almost stuttered out of his chest like a fucking schoolboy as he saw her - twenty two years old reduced all the way back to sixteen again in the blink of an eye. Suddenly he was ten times more conscious about what he wore and how he looked - he had gone for a simple look, a well-fitted black v-neck and dark blue jeans with some dress shoes.

Tamlin strode through the door first, Feyre struggling slightly to keep up, but she still tried her best to take everything in stride, a smile on her face. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but a smile nonetheless. Feyre was wearing a pristine white short sleeve blouse, tucked into form-fitting dress pants with some flat shoes. It didn’t feel like her style, knowing she much preferred comfort and practicality over whatever business-chic fashion she had donned to match Tamlin. It showed off the weight she had seemed to lose, hips and wrists seeming to jut out more sharply with bone closer to the flesh than before. She let go to greet everybody, showered in a smattering of hugs and kisses on cheeks while Tamlin tersely nodded, his eyes flicking back to Feyre periodically as she made her way around the room. With every hello she got closer and closer to Rhys, his chest beating in double time almost by the time she made her way over to him.

“Hello, darling.” Rhys grinned at Feyre as widely as he could manage, though it didn’t escape his notice the way Tamlin glowered at him as he greeted her with his endearments he saved just for her.

“Hello, my dear.” She wrapped her arms around him and he didn’t hesitate to hug her right back. Feyre didn’t quite smell the way Rhys had remembered - lilacs, jasmine, warm sunshine on skin, home. Instead, she smelled of rose and lilies, of the sickly sweetness that makes your fingers stick unpleasantly. There were hints of her beneath it all, but it wasn’t quite her. It was something, someone different. He ignored the knot in his stomach as he squeezed her tightly, letting her go a few moments sooner than he would have liked. “It’s so good to see you.”

Before Rhys could get another word in, Tamlin approached, placing his hand possessively on the small of Feyre’s back. She straightened slightly before leaning into his side, arm slipped around his waist with an uncharacteristic stiffness. “Hello, Rhysand. Enjoying the get together?”

Rhys’ hands slid into his pockets, chin up and back straight with a feline grin. “Of course, you know I love any excuse to celebrate with my family, especially my brothers. We’ve been eagerly awaiting the both of you - glad to see you were both able to make it.”

“Yes, well, things have been busy since we all graduated, you know. Inheriting my father’s business was no small feat, I imagine you’ve been busy yourself with your own father’s business now being yours. I’ve personally had meetings and work trips abound, all with this one at my side. I can’t wait to have her as my wife.” His hand squeezed Feyre’s shoulder as he smirked, a small laugh escaping her as she looked up at him.

“Mm, I can imagine - congratulations to you both, I’m very happy for you. Please, help yourselves to some food and drink,” Rhys said, gesturing towards the pizzas and snacks they had laid out on the kitchen benchtop, a small cooler filled with various drinks just on the ground nearby. He looked at Feyre, eyes catching hers with a small smile. “We’ll catch up later, hm?”

The last thing Rhys wanted to do was ruin the night for everybody by being unable to stop himself punching Tamlin in the face due to all his showboating - he figured the best thing to do was to let them be and allow Feyre to come to him. They always came back to one another no matter what, and she would when she was ready - no matter how he felt for her, their friendship was first and foremost above everything. If he could have nothing else from her but her company on occasion, then that would be enough. Rhys wasn’t going to stop having faith in that now just because she was engaged to someone else - he may be a bit jaded, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. So he grabbed himself another beer, sliding into conversation with Cassian and Amren and used every ounce of willpower he had in him not to stare at Feyre all night. It warmed his heart a little bit to see her and Nesta making conversation, at least - things had always been a bit strained between the two of them, especially once their mother had died. 

Nesta had always been favoured by their mom, though it resulted in Nesta being more harshly criticised by her and made into a colder, harder person for it. Elain got an occasional lookover from her, but Feyre wasn’t ever on her mother’s mind. The people it shaped them into, the issues it caused between them and for them? It took a long time for the sisters to start talking after high school at all, let alone being able to reconcile in any capacity. He focused on that pride for the two of them blooming in his chest over all else. It made everything else easier to take in stride over the course of the night - easier not to stare, easier not to be jealous. Easier not to worry about the slight pallor of her skin and her skinnier-than-usual frame.

Rhysand managed to keep his mind occupied well enough into the night. Feyre was laughing and smiling, all with Tamlin right beside her, as she caught up with everybody. Nesta eventually brought out Cassian’s birthday cakes - two ice cream cakes, at his insistence - as everyone sang him happy birthday. He couldn’t help but catch a glance at her as they sang, and saw a hollowness in her eyes that he hadn’t remembered being there. Something only the darkness and light of the candles could catch, just for a moment, until Mor caught him staring again and gave him a sneaky slap to the arm. The lights flicked back on and he could see that mask slide back up again as cake began to be served. He didn’t hesitate to dive into his own slice, offering to clean up everything while the others milled about in the living room, alive with music and dancing and chatter. Telling a sweet little lie that it was the least he could do, when really he just wanted an escape. 

God, he was fucking useless. Rhys felt like he was struggling to keep it together just for one night. His head was a swirling mix of love and adoration and worry and jealousy. It made him feel utterly pathetic.

He didn’t hesitate to slip out into the backyard after he had finished - with the clinking of dishes and cutlery gone, he struggled to find something to help him drown out the slant of his thoughts that were quickly spiralling into some combination of worry and self-pity. The backdoor led out onto a small set of steps down into the yard itself, Rhys quickly descending before slipping back around them to hide in the blind spot that was made in the corner where the back of the stairs and the wall of the house met on the ground. He fished around in his back pocket, pulling out a lighter and a cigarette - it wasn’t a habit he indulged in often, usually reserved for social occasions where there happened to be other smokers, but if there was ever a time he would kill for an excuse to have a smoke, this was definitely it. Bought him a little more time to settle his nerves and racing thoughts. Rhys lit up without hesitation, taking a long drag as the back of his head hit the wooden panelling that lined the outer walls of the house. The sound of crickets and distant traffic were the only sounds breaking the silence, letting his eyes dance across the constellations and seeing which ones he could spot and name as a distraction.

At least, he was, until Feyre stepped out into the backyard herself, closing the door behind her before a shaky sigh loosened from her lips.

A small part of him hoped that she wouldn’t spot him, but the telltale wisps of smoke gave him up before he could even consider trying to put it out. She glanced over the railing of the staircase, a small smile on her face. A real one.

“Is this where you escaped to? I thought you said we’d catch up, huh?”

He simply chuckled in turn. “I was going to talk to you earlier, but I didn’t wanna interrupt you and Nesta.” Liar, he thought, scolding himself.

“As if that’s ever stopped you before.” Feyre trudged down the steps, eventually circling round to stand right next to Rhys and lean back, staring up at the stars alongside him. It reminded him a little bit of high school, moments like this.

“Maybe I’ve gotten more gentlemanly and considerate in the time we’ve been apart, did you ever consider that?”

“Absolutely not.”

The two of them grinned at one another, quiet laughs exchanged between them. This was the Feyre he had missed.

“So…” Rhys shifted on his feet uncomfortably. This subject was going to have to come up sooner or later. “Engaged at twenty-one, huh?”

“Ah, yeah. It only happened a few months ago.” Feyre held up her left hand next to her face - even in the low moonlight, Rhys could see the ring on her finger. It was absolutely encrusted in jewels, a heart-shaped emerald set and surrounded by far too many diamonds for his taste. It definitely screamed Tamlin to anybody who might know the two of them.

“Well, that’s gotta be exciting. How are you dealing with wedding planning on top of college? You’ve still got about a year left on your fine arts degree, right?”

“Oh, uh. I would have, yeah.” Her hands slid into her pockets, gaze falling back down to her feet.

Rhys turned to her with a quiet ferocity in his eyes, though not at her. He wouldn’t really…? “Would have?”

“Yeah, I… dropped out of college.”

Oh, that motherfucker. “You worked so fucking hard for that scholarship, though - what happened? Like, if it’s what was best for you, I’m not one to judge, but… Fuck, Feyre, I know how much you worked toward that goal.”

“Well, I was trying to work my part-time job while studying still, but all of that on top of having to accompany Tamlin to a lot of his business trips in the last year meant that I kept missing a lot of classes. Art isn’t exactly a degree that’s compatible with remote learning, and he said that if it was too hard to keep up with all those obligations that I didn’t have to. That he was happy to keep looking after everything, y’know, career wise. I could keep art as a hobby without the pressure of grades and trying to make a big name or something. I couldn’t come up with a reason to say no.”

“‘Because I love art’ is a perfectly valid reason, you know.”

“I know, but I… I’m tired, Rhys. I’m so, so fucking tired. I don’t even draw anymore. I just want a minute to breathe.” Feyre’s hands dragged down her face, drawing out a miserable whine as she shuffled closer, moving to rest her head on Rhys’ shoulder. A beat passed between them before Feyre reached up, taking the cigarette that was dangling from Rhys’ fingers between her own and putting it to her lips with a deep inhale. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Rhys would have killed to be that cigarette in that moment, pressed to her lips so tenderly. “No, be my guest. After all those smokes I bummed off of you in high school, I feel like this makes up for it.” He moved an arm around her shoulders, pulling Feyre a little closer and giving her what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze.

“Feyre…”

“If you’re going to get on my ass about getting back to college, I’m going to stop you right there.”

“No, no. I just… Yeah, it took me by surprise, but I just want you to be happy at the end of the day. If you think that marrying Tamlin and keeping up appearances at his business trips is what’s going to make you happy, I’m not going to stop you.” Rhys looked down at Feyre and plucked the smoke straight from her mouth, savouring the burn in the back of his throat as he tried to push the thought of just how intimate a moment this felt out of his mind. “But is it going to make you happy?”

She looked up at him, her blue-grey eyes meeting his. All Rhys could see was apprehension, confusion and sadness roiling within them. It made his heart clench so tightly he could barely stand it - Feyre deserved better than someone who touted her around like a pet on a leash.

“...I don’t know. I don’t know much of anything anymore.”

Maybe he could help make things better. He wanted to help make things better, make all of this go away for her. For his best friend, for the person who always brought him back to home.

“It’s never too late to… change course. Choose something different.”

He could swear he could feel a small current of electricity hum under his fingertips where they met with her arm despite her shirt.

“Like what?” There was so much hope laced into her voice.

Rhys lost his grip on the reins of his thoughts that knew better.

The cigarette in his fingers fell to the concrete as he cupped Feyre’s cheek, turning his body toward her properly as his arm slid from her shoulders to her waist and he kissed her. It was soft and gentle, with all the tenderness and care that he wanted to surround her with. That she deserved to be surrounded with. Her lips tasted like cigarette smoke and the slightly sweet notes of her lip gloss. Rhys didn’t push too hard, not wanting to overwhelm her or give her the impression that she didn’t have a choice, that he was simply trying to take.

Her hands slowly raised to his face, pulling him slightly closer, and he pulled her against his body properly in turn. He could feel her heartbeat picking up pace against his, the way she felt a little more relaxed against him - Rhys could almost die a happy man.

Until she pulled away.

“Rhys, I-”

“Fuck, fuck, Feyre, I’m so sorry-”

“No, I’m- I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her fingers were trembling, held to her lips in what could almost be mistaken for reverence, if he hadn’t known any better.

“We can pretend nothing happened, I made a stupid fucking-”

“You weren’t the only one at fault, Rhys.”

There was only a few steps distance between them after Feyre had pulled away, but it felt like a thousand miles now.

“Still, I’m so fucking so-”

“I think… Maybe we need some space. I’m not going to cheat on my fiance with you. I don’t- I can’t think clearly when I’m around you.”

He could feel his stomach drop straight to the ground, filled with lead and regret.

“...Okay.” It was all he could manage to say.

“I’m… I’ll let you know. When I’m ready to see you again.” Her voice shook relentlessly.

“But until then?” His voice was shaky. He knew what she was going to say, but it wouldn’t make it hurt any less.

“...Until then, nothing. Please don’t call me, Rhysand. Not for a while. I need time.”

Feyre wiped at her eyes and mouth a little, taking a deep breath before striding back up the stairs and inside again with that mask, that fucking mask, plastered on her face once more.

Rhys didn’t even bother heading back inside. He went through the side gate of the yard, making his way through the front yard and into his car, sending Cassian a text apologising for bailing early before driving home in complete silence. Guilt, rage, shame and regret slithered across Rhys’ skin and inside his guts relentlessly without a moment of reprieve from the moment he had left and they showed no signs of stopping as he got home, parked his car and rode the elevator up to his apartment. The moment he had finally gotten inside, Rhys slid to the ground against the back of the door.

For the first time in a long while, Rhys sat there with his knees to his chest, and cried. Cried at all he had wanted, all he had and hadn’t done, and all that wouldn’t be.

#feysand #rhysand x feyre archeron #fanfiction #rhysand #feyre archeron #acotar #actoar fanfiction #friends to lovers

[yuriskies]

A fun element to Otherside Picnic vol 8 (spoilers ahead after the break, if you're still planning to read it) is an easter egg about the location of Toriko's apartment. Actually, "easter egg" might be underselling it a bit; it has a huge amount of thematic relevance to Toriko's character. So here's the easter egg: if you follow Sorawo's description of her path to Toriko's apartment, you can actually find the building on Google Maps.

The train arrived in Nippori. Pushed by the rush of people, I got off, went down the stairs, and out the gate. I climbed the hill, out of breath, in the unrelenting rain. The wall of a graveyard continued along the left-hand side. Turning onto a side street at the top of the hill, I could see Toriko’s apartment in the middle of a residential area ...the building uses an autolock system... Getting off on the fourth floor, I headed into the hallway. The town I could see over the chest-high wall was misty in the rain.

The fun thing about this is that Sorawo's narration is just specific enough to follow along. In a way, it's an invitation to the reader to imitate Sorawo. Prior to the events of the series, she spent time tracking down the sites of ghost stories from the minor details that leaked into their narration. Tracking down where the weirdness happened placed it in context; stories from the edge of reality seem more reliable when the reality can be charted.

So, let's do it. Sorawo mentions a graveyard wall - this can only be Yanaka Graveyard, located on the west side of Nippori Station. Yanaka is located on the former grounds of the Tenno-ji Buddhist temple, and is one of Tokyo's largest cemetaries by area. It is the resting site of the final Tokugawa Shogun, as well as a who's who of Meiji-era academics, literati, and government officials.

The road along the north edge of Yanaka Graveyard goes up a steep hill, and where it reaches the top, a side road splits off on the left to go into a residential area. Going into street view shows that all of the buildings along this road are only two or three stories tall, except for a building at the very back. It's four stories tall. The building has an auto lock system at the front door, and chest high walls along the hallways to the apartments. Bingo.

The fun part of this is the name of the apartment complex: 山口マンション (Yamaguchi [Mountain Gate] Mansion).

The first part of the thematic relevance here is its relationship to Satsuki's monologue about being brought into the Otherside.

"What happens to the people who don't return?" "Who knows? They probably die, right?" "Life and death aren't the issue. Once you get to that point, that is." My brow furrowed. "What do you think mountains are made of?" Satsuki asked, smiling. "Trees and stuff?" I said without putting much thought into it. When I thought of mountains, the image that came to mind for me was the mountains of my home prefecture, Akita, covered in green. "If trees were sapient, they wouldn't think of themselves as a mountain. Only as a single tree. It's the same concept. People who go into the mountains, regardless of their mental state, are still people. But the wind that blows through the trees. The rocks. The birds. Every speck of rock covering the bedrock. The beasts, hiding in their dens. The ancient mollusks, sleeping in a geologic fold. The morning dew in a spider's web. The bacteria and microorganisms in the soil, breaking down the body. None of these individual constituting elements is the mountain on its own, yet the mountain is made up of them. So it is for those called by the mountain. Living or dead." She raised her hand, pointing all five fingers at herself. "That is how it is for me." Uncurling her fingers, she pointed at me. "That is how it is for you."

This "mountain gate" connection also ties back to Sorawo's previous visit to Toriko's apartment in File 4, where she opened the door to the apartment and encountered the ultrablue void of the Otherside. Thematically, this places Toriko's apartment at the interface between the surface world and the Otherside. The back of the building also abuts Yanaka Graveyard, and so thematically, also forms an interface between life and death.

Sorawo touches on this latter theme in the back half of File 26, when Toriko forces herself on Sorawo in her parents' bedroom. Sorawo becomes profoundly uncomfortable - equally, if not more disturbed by her surroundings than Toriko's behavior. After relocating to Toriko's bedroom, Sorawo realizes the following:

This home was a grave, and Toriko the crypt keeper—that's the image that I was getting. The sudden feeling of resistance I'd felt when we were in the bedroom might have come from that mental association. Even if it weren't the place where her parents had once slept, it was almost like flirting in front of a Buddhist altar. After entering Toriko's room, I finally got it. This room has color. It's the room of a living person.

Toriko's bedroom forms a small bubble of life in an otherwise dead house. The interface between life and death isn't simply close to Toriko's living space, it is actively defined by it. This ties in closely to Toriko's character, given that she's admitted her pushiness to do relationship things in the Otherside is driven by a fear of loss. Her mothers suddenly died, and Satsuki suddenly vanished. All she has left of them is her cherished memories, and she wants to form those memories with Sorawo, just in case.

Another element in play here is Sorawo's relationship to the Otherside. At multiple points in the series, the Otherside seems to suddenly draw closer when Sorawo gets stressed out with her thoughts about her relationship with Toriko. The most obvious example is in the hot springs when the mannequins appear immediately after Sorawo feels backed into a corner with Toriko's "cute boobs" comment, but those fears are also linked to Hasshaku-sama (both times the entity appears as Sorawo contemplates jealousy and the possibility that Toriko will be taken from her), Satsuki's surface world appearance (Kozakura implying Sorawo is manifesting Satsuki through her jealous fixation), the the love hotel girls' party (the lion dancers appear as Sorawo is trying to avoid a romantic bath with Toriko), and Satsuki's appearance in vol 7 (when Sorawo is considering where she would be without Toriko). In a sense, the terrifying aspects of the Otherside to Sorawo are closely related to the terrifying aspects of a defined relationship with Toriko.

One puzzle piece in play is a conversation from vol 7, as Sorawo, Kozakura, and Toriko are figuring out their approach to exorcize Satsuki. They discuss the concept of "atmosphere" and its ability to transmit emotions, particularly fear, and explore ways to change that atmosphere. Toriko mentions that she's mostly heard ghost stories where sex changes the atmosphere. Sorawo then elaborates to a doubtful Kozakura with the following:

No, it's true. There's stories where they were in a real bad situation, but then they started saying all sorts of lewd things and they survived. I don't tend to say that ghosts are this way or that, but sex is the source of life, so that makes it the polar opposite of ghosts, which belong to the world of the dead... At least, there's that sort of reasoning. It's an idea that's been around since ancient times.

Sorawo also goes on to mention that in some situations, the atmosphere can be overwritten, but in others, these attempts only reinforce it more strongly.

The thing about ghost stories is that for all its other indiscretions, it's an elegant genre in strange ways. There's not a lot of bawdy stories in it. Maybe that's because if you're trying to scare someone, and then sexual elements get involved, it hurts the atmosphere. Anyway, I only brought up the sex stuff as an example of how the atmosphere can get changed. It's too weak to be her weakness. There's some real nasty ghost stories with sexual elements, and there are people who've had scary experiences at love hotels.

All of these concepts start to interweave with one another when the two relocate to Toriko's bedroom. Sorawo immediately notices a change in Toriko's demeanor.

Her expression looked uneasy, without composure. She wanted me, but also feared rejection. Despite the way she'd been breathing heavily through her nose as she led me here by the hand, now Toriko was just standing there awkwardly. As if once she'd dragged me into her room she didn't know what to do anymore. Maybe as we entered what remained of the domain of the living inside this house of the dead, Toriko had come back to life.

This scene firmly links Toriko's fear of the Otherside (death) to Sorawo's fear of the Otherside (relationships). In her moms' bedroom, Toriko had been demanding, frustrated, and angry - the malicious emotional states traditionally occupied by spirits in ghost stories! However, she settles down when she enters her own bedroom. For Sorawo, passing through this interface changes Toriko from an unknowable force who inspires fear into a very human entity with whom she can sit down and discuss the uncomfortable topic of sex. In turn, this allows Toriko to an explore an aspect of their relationship that she views as fundamentally life-affirming. After this scene their Othersides are no longer totally different, or inspire mind-numbing terror, but are now operating on a common logic.

The concept of an atmosphere comes up again just after their first try at sex. Toriko has finally found a turn-on for Sorawo, and Sorawo describes the feeling in the same analytical voice she uses for ghost stories.

Until mere moments ago, our nakedness had been no more than that. Just another awkward state of undress, like when we got in the bath. Not anymore. My nudity, and Toriko's, took on entirely new meaning. One little switch inside of me got flipped, and it caused a startlingly dramatic change in my perception. It was mystifying how, as that change occurred, it swallowed up the entire atmosphere of the scene, including Toriko. Stuff like this can happen... I thought in a daze. The room was dominated by my lust which had suddenly materialized. As it overlapped with Toriko's desire, the atmosphere inside the room became something kind of extraordinary.

Prior to their second go at sex, Sorawo and Toriko take a moment to talk over their last remaining fears about sex - using their Otherside-altered body parts on one another. They come to the mutual realization that they have both been afraid of harming one another, but not of being harmed by the other. This last discussion is important, because it totally diffuses their fears around sexuality prior to indulging it. So as they travel into the deepest reaches of the Otherside, they have total trust and intimacy with one another - and an absolute lack of fear relating to what the Otherside represents to them.

The color of the calm world was blue. As we whorled together, intertwining, the ultrablue abyss spread out endlessly beneath us. We didn't fear it. Because this was our place. No one was watching us. No one knew we were here. We were the only ones watching, and the only ones who knew. So the only things Toriko and I have to fear are each other.

"Was it just me who wasn't that scared?" "Nah, it was the same for me. Everything around us was blue, but it wasn't scary." "I wonder why?" "I dunno, maybe because we were on the side that scared people?" Toriko got a mystified look on her face when I said that. "The side that scared people? You mean the Otherside's side?" "We weren't human anymore, were we, Toriko? When we were there." "...Yeah." Toriko suddenly moved closer to me and chomped down on my ear.

So to bring this full circle, this is why I love this particular easter egg, and Otherside Picnic in general. The setting is treated as an important aspect of the story, and it is carefully chosen for its emotional content and thematic relevance. Toriko's apartment isn't just some random place in an upscale neighborhood of Tokyo. It's a fundamental part of who Toriko is as a person. It's a location that lends a huge amount of thematic subtext to Otherside Picnic as a relationship story, and to the reader's interpretation of the Otherside.

Is it a metaphor for death? For queerness? For our ability to truly bridge the gap in understanding between self and non-self? The reader is invited to imitate Sorawo, and in doing so, finds a treasure trove of understanding. The little rush of discovery shows us what keeps Sorawo interested in exploring a totally alien world and trying to understand its workings.

Miyazawa's writing actively rewards readers for engaging with every little bit of the story, and it really tickles the analytical part of my brain.

#otherside picnic

[sh4dys]

Vacation crush » Nick Sturniolo

summary: falling for the random guy you met on vacation, and maybe he fell for you too.

warnings: masc!reader, swearing, reader is a mamas boy

A/N: the gay peeps need more nick fics (i’m gay peeps)

Your mom had decided to take you on a vacation after finals season, considering how stressed and overworked you had been, she hated seeing her boy like that.

She wanted to take you somewhere calm yet somewhere you could actually do stuff, her solution? Renting out a beach house for a week. To say you were thrilled would be an understatement, you hadn’t even this excited for something since you were a toddler.

The two of you were chilling at the beach early in the morning, your mom laid out on a towel with her arm over her eyes, allowing you a bit of time to run off.

The blinding sun forced you to wear sunglasses, which you used to your advantage to check out the other guys walking around. If your mom found out she’d start poking fun at you, not in a bad way, she supported you through and through—but it’s what every mom did.

Your attention was suddenly torn away at the feeling of a beach ball hitting the back of your head, knocking off your glasses, causing the sun to blind you.

“Jesus fuck.” You grumbled under your breath, squinting your eyes as you looked around for the source of the ball. The sight of three identical looking guys running over caught your attention, two completely ignoring you to grab the ball, while one stood out.

You could practically feel your heart bursting out of your chest as you made eye contact with him, your eyes widening as you took in his appearance. From the glasses pushing back his hair, to the blue-wave themed swim trunks he wore.

“Hey, you okay?” His voice caught you off guard, quickly nodding and awkwardly bent down to grab your sunglasses from the sand, shaking them off with a sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was probably in the way of you guys..” You chuckled awkwardly, which to your surprised earned a laugh from him as well.

“My brothers are just idiots.. I’m Nick, by the way.” Nick. You repeated his name to yourself mentally, smiling as you stuck a hand out. “I’m Y/N.” The feeling of his fingers wrapped around yours made you melt, but soon ended as he pulled away and turned to look at his brothers messing around with the plastic ball.

He was so pretty, you couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t real, there was no way! You could feel your heart still pounding inside your chest, even after he had left to go deal with his brothers. And after you had left to go back to the beach house.

You stood in-front of you bathroom mirror, messing with your hair and your overall appearance with a sigh, listening as your mom sang a song while getting ready for bed. “Hey, honey, you okay?” She leaned her head around the corner, a frown making its way onto her face as she walked up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Who are you trying to impress?” She quirked a brow up at you, causing you to look down at her with a confused expression. “Impress? Please, I’m not seeing him again.” You sighed and looked back at your reflection, pressing your lips into a thin line with a sigh.

You could sense your mom’s concern, the way her hand let go of you as she gently nudged your chin up to look at her. “I can see the wheels turning in that brain of yours. If you wanna see this guy again, you gotta make an effort. Me and you are going on a mission tomorrow to get his number.” She smiled widely at you, before leaving the bathroom, with you completely dumbfounded at what she just said.

Well.. she kept her word.

The next day she was dragging you around to every shop and hang out spot she could find. She pointed out any and every guy she saw, asking if it was the boy you wanted to see again. Of course they weren’t him, only making you worried he might have left already, meaning you wouldn’t see him again.

Your mom sat you down at a frozen yogurt shop, excusing herself to the bathroom. You were simply sulking around, picking at the old paint coating the table, your sunglasses pushing back your hair. You knew it was stupid to get all upset over a guy you met yesterday, but vacation crushes were different than normal ones, every knows that.

You lifted your head to try and find your mom, only to meet the gaze of him. Your eyes instantly lit up, a smile creeping into your face as you nervously stood up. You made sure to put your glasses down again, fixing up your hair as you walked over and nervously waved.

“Hey.. Nick, right?” You watched as he turned fully to face you, a smile forming on his lips as well as he nodded, sticking a hand out for you. “Yeah, that’s me. Y/N, right? I didn’t think I’d see you again.” You instantly shook his hand, blushing slightly.

“I didn’t either. It’s great to see you again though.” You could hear the shakiness in your voice, cursing yourself mentally with a sigh. “I was actually wondering if, uh, I could maybe-“ As you were just about to ask for his number your mom came running towards you, making your stomach drop as you slowly turned to face her.

“Oh, honey! Is this that boy you were so worked up about?” She clutched into your arm as she smiled at him, your face was now as red as a tomato. You could hear Nick trying not to laugh, making you even more embarrassed. “Yes, mom.. his name is Nick.” You mumbled under your breath, pressing your lips into a thin line as you looked down.

“This is amazing! So, Nick, my son here wanted your number. He thinks you’re so cute and was so sad he might not see you again. Hopefully you’re also.. y’know.. I think you two would be so cute together.” Her voice was laced with enthusiasm, the way she said his name in a knowing tone, and the way she kept explaining how you felt only made your stomach drop further.

You could see Nick’s own face turning red, stammering over his words for a moment before checking over his shoulder and scratched the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t be opposed to getting his number.” He mumbled quietly, pursing his lips as he looked away.

The whole scene was straight out of a Disney movie, the two people so clearly interested in each other were embarrassed, while your mom stood over your shoulder and spilled every detail of how you felt to the guy you met the day before.

Your mom was enthusiastic though, grabbing your phone from your pocket and handed it to him with an eager look. You could feel yourself practically melting out of your skin, pinching the bridge of your nose as you watched him put his number in.

She quickly gave you back your phone, before saying goodbye to him and walked off to the table she had all her things at. You awkwardly stood across from him with your lips pressed into a thin line, a sharp sigh leaving your lips.

“I’m so sorry about her..” You spoke quietly, your voice still shaky from the interaction. “No, it’s okay. I think you’re cute too, actually.” He stared down at the floor and crossed his arms over his stomach, a small smile on his face.

“Really? Didn’t even think I was in your league.” You chuckled lightly, running a hand through your hair as you leant against the building next to you. “Are you kidding? Dude, I was so embarrassed when Chris threw that ball at you. I thought you’d be weirded out by me or something.” He joined in on your laughter, his smile making you all warm inside.

Maybe you two would see each other again.

#ᯓ★ sh4dys #nick x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo x y/n #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo fluff

[pocketpennytm]

INESCAPABLE

The story where everyone is doomed from the start. (Ft. FATEBREAKERS) Chara (they/it) - SOUL of Pain Plaster (he/they) - SOUL of Patience Omlet (she/they) - SOUL of Kindness Talon (he/him) - SOUL of Bravery Oxalis (they/them) - SOUL of Justice Sonata "Breve" Stardust (she/her)- SOUL of Integrity Litany (he/him)- SOUL of Perseverence Frisk (they/them) - SOUL of Pain Bear witness to my takes on the six fallen humans! I love these silly lil fellas. My main focuses have been envisioning "UNDERTALE: Open Wound", of which Plaster is the protagonist, and "UNDERTALE: Simmer Down", of which Omlet is the protagonist, but I've got ideas for everyone else too. Which I will detail down here lets gooo; Plaster is an anxious overthinker, thinking that they're always doomed. His patience manifests as analysing his enemy's patterns and behaviour, waiting for the right moment to strike... Either emotionally or physically. Omlet is a rude, abrasive person, who thinks the kindest, most selfless thing they can do to people is tell them exactly what she's feeling. Though she seems distant, she does have a warm and caring side- expressed through their cooking. Talon is a very plucky individual, whose bravery manifests as completely pushing down all fear and pretending that he's fine when he's really not fine. He projects outwardly a very cool, calm and collected persona, never breaking a sweat at anything. This trait of his just might be the death of him, as he moves on ahead with reckless abandon- never asking for help, when that just might've saved him. Oxalis seems unemotional at a distance, but they do have occasional moments of goofiness that break through the cold facade. They play as a cowboy embodying justice to cheer themselves up, but it's really only made them seem slightly scary from a distance. Sonata "Breve" Stardust doesn't take shit from anyone. She stays true to herself, no matter what- with her rough-and-tumble-yet-oddly-elegant style. Though perhaps being unaccepting to changing the path one is barreling down is as much of a strength as it is a weakness. Litany is a caring and nurturing person, playing out the fantasy of being a doctor with a clipboard. Always writing down notes on his "clipboard" (journal), clutching onto it for dear life. He only really wants to help others, and he keeps going to achieve this goal no matter what. MISC NOTES: Sonata's form of "game" would likely manifest as a rhythm game sort of thing, justifying it in-universe as this "bizzare trend going around the underground." Stay with the groove, or die! (metaphorically) It's been my headcanon for nearly two years now that the "Red SOUL trait" is PAIN. It is not all too logical. I am sticking by my guns.

NAME LOGIC: I was inspired by Clover from UNDERTALE: Yellow being named after the fact that once pacified, the gun fires clovers. So, I extended this philosophy to everyone else- while also seeking to capture that odd jank the names "Chara" and "Frisk" have.

Plaster is named that because the knives turn into bandaids, and plaster is an alternative term for a bandage, or something that patches up a wound. Omlet is named that because the fire turns into omelettes, and I decided to shorten it for some reason. I think it's charming like this, though. If anyone else mentions how they "aren't really omlettes", i will sob. Talon is named that because that's the most convoluted way I could reference the concept of hands. Which is what the bravery soul phase attacks with. Oxalis is named that because Oxalis Tetraphylla is the official name for a four leaf clover. Though she probably uses Alis as a nickname. Sonata "Breve" Stardust is named that bc the musical notes eventually heal you. a Sonata is a form of music, a Breve is a type of note, and she attacks with some stars. it's also sort of an Equestria Girls reference whoopsie. She's the only one with a lastname bc I feel like "Breve" captures the sort of janky charm I want, but Sonata is a name that I just found legitimately really pretty Litany is named that because that's the most convoluted way i could say "words", in reference to how the soul phase... attacks you with words. It means a funeral procession recited for the dead, but also something that's overly long and needs to be practiced several times- exactly like the cycle of the fallen humans. Or a long and lengthy ramble, like an indecipherable journal.

DESIGN NOTES: I really wanted each of the fallen humans to use their trademark items in an unusual fashion- or just generally "break the mold" a little, ie having Omlet be a rather rude seeming person, while most personify kindness to be a gentle little angel. So, I'll go into that just a smidgen more here. Instead of wearing the Faded Ribbon like an actual ribbon in his hair, Plaster wears it like a bowtie. Omlet wears the apron around her waist, since she's outgrown it but it still holds quite a lot of sentimental value. Most people just?? forget that the worn bandanna is supposed to go around your neck?? since it's got abs drawn on it, and it's like, the whole joke is that it's supposed to look like you have abs- It's a hat. Sonata was such a fun design to make for me. Everyone always chooses to make Integrity a dainty little ballerina girl, so I chose to give Breve a whole-ass varsity jacket. She looks like she'd beat you up and I love it. My logic for Litany's design was entirely "okay... who wears glasses... and takes notes- DOCTOR". So that's what I did. Chara and Frisk were difficult for me to redesign. My friend Cacote suggested Chara be wearing an oversized sweater alongside messy hair, which I quite like. Plus, their hairstyle is a partial reference to Chara from Fanontale, which is always cool. They look adorable. My friend Cacote suggested Frisk be wearing some bizzare fashion, somewhat akin to futuristic clothing. This manifested as me... giving them a weird suit/trenchcoat combo. And a sticky bandage on their nose. They look kind of like a huge asshole, and I love it.

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ACOFAS ReRead

Many people seem to have the idea that you shouldn’t read FAST bc it’s a novella and not important. But i really think everyone should ready it because it really sets up for SF. Obviously.

So something stood out to me. When Feyre is talking about her building a grave for their father so Elain could have somewhere to visit him bc she had burned his body. She says that she had invited Nesta many times and she had turned them down every time. I think this really shows how Feyre was trying to extend any sort of olive branch for them to spend time together, but met with a wall. I’m SF we see why Nesta acts this way. But I’ve seen a lot, not every, but a lot of Nesta fans forget that Nestas POV isn’t the only thing to take into consideration. Feyre did try to spend time with Nesta, did try to rebuild a new relationship with her. And obviously Nestas trauma prevents this from happening and she pushes them away, which is a realistic trauma response. But I don’t think it’s fair for those fans to say Feyre “forgot” about Nesta, or “let her destroy herself”, or “treat her like an outcast”. And when Amren made a comment about Nesta saying “Let’s see if she shows up drunk” Feyre said “Leave Nesta out of this” Basically telling Amren to not use Nesta to make Cassian mad. Making me confused when fans say Feyre never defended Nesta. She even defended Nesta to RHYS multiple times. Ain’t he beginning of the book telling him “She’s my sister you will have to forgive her some day” and saying “If you blame one you have to blame the other” calling him out for being a hypocrite about Elain and Nesta. Even in ACOWAR she defended Nesta to Rhys when he made a joke about Nesta. She said “my sister isn’t some wild animal”. Just something to throw out there since it stood out to me.

Another thing that really stood out to me was Feyre asking Nesta to come to Solstice.

It starts off by Elain telling Feyre she invited Nesta to their dinner and her reply was “you have your lives and I have mine. This comment kind of backs up my point about the fans that say Feyre “treated Nesta like an outcast”. Nesta made herself into an outcast. Feyre even told Elain “Nesta is still apart of this family” Elain later says that Nesta said she didn’t want to come to anything. Ever. Again outcasting herself from Feyre and Elain.

In the tavern she notices “For every once that Elainbhad gain, Nesta seemed to have lost” Noting that Nesta was withering away. Much to like how she was when she was back in the Spring Court after UTM. This really sets up forSF as to why Feyre decided to force Nesta out of her isolation. She sees her sister withering away, drunk all the time, killing herself if the slowest way possible. Feyre knows how that feels (aside from the drinking) so why would she just sit by and continue to allow that? Especially since she had wished that anyone would have stepped in when she was in that position. She then tells Nesta “Solstice is the day after tomorrow. What will it take for you to be there” “For Elaina sake, or yours?” “Both”. Feyre outright telling her that she isn’t there just for Elain but for herself too. That she wants Nesta to celebrate it with them. Nesta says “It’s not even our holiday. We don’t have holidays.” I think this really shows how Nesta was choosing to be cruel towards Feyre. Because let’s not forget that Solstice is Feyres BIRTHDAY. And Nesta knows that. Feyre asks “Why? Why this insistence on distancing yourself.” Instead of getting angry or blaming her for their falling out she asks her why. Giving Nesta the opportunity to open up to her sister. Obviously Nesta doesn’t have to but a lot of fans again seem to ignore this and say that Feyre never cared or didn’t see that Nesta was struggling. When Feyre is leaving she just says “Please come” and Nesta says “My rent. It’s due next week. In case you forgot.” Which again was just Nesta choosing to be mean and vindictive.

While I understand that Nesta is going through something, all of them are. They all are going through so much. They all are going through the after math of UTM of Hybern, Elain being made as well as Nesta, Elaina dan Feyre losing their father just like Nesta, Feyre being tortured by Amarantha for 3 months, just as Nesta was tortured by the cauldron. Yet Nesta is the only one who is being so cruel on purpose. And yes, trauma is different for everyone, but trauma is not an excuse. Your actions still have consequences. Though in SF we see why Besta acts the way she does, she still acted the way she did and that doesn’t change.

I am glad she’s healing! I’m glad she has the Valkyries. I’m glad she started to make amends with Feyre after she saved Feyre and Nyx. I’m glad she finally went to see her father’s grave. I can’t wait to see more of her growth.

But I’m tired of some fans completely ignoring and excuses all of her actions. The point of her character is to admit and take accountability of her behavior and to move on from it. To grow. To learn. If we just completely excuse it, ignore it, then we aren’t doing her charcater development justice! We’re throwing the whole point of her journey into the garbage!

Anyways, this is my opinion. These are just my thoughts since I’m rereading the series. If you have a different opinion awesome! I will not be arguing with anyone so if you have anything negative to say, say it somewhere else not in my page. Keep it respectful and I’ll gladly hear your takes. Otherwise, I won’t give you the time of day. 🩷

#feyre acotar #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #elain archeron #acofas