#( i'll let you know when if anyone wants to chat ic but first !! )

[smitethestate]

So in terms of what we need to look out for first with the new Trump presidency, I think the first threat to a huge number of people is going to be mass deportation efforts.

One thing to consider about Trump and Project 2025 is that Trump's first priorities will be himself, his money, his power, and his ego. He doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. He doesn't care about Project 2025. So what comes first will be about his image and what the people who can bribe him the most want.

Immigration is a huge thing with him, tied up in his ego and his racism. All immigrants, even those who have gained US citizenship, are at risk.

If you are an immigrant or have loved ones who are, look up organizations like the Immigrant Defense Project. Find immigrant defense lawyers in your area. Know your rights and which of them will be stripped when he invokes the Alien Enemies Act on 1798. The ACLU and other human rights orgs will be fighting him every step of the way, but prepare for anything. He will be giving ICE a lot more power. He says he won't tag in the military for this but don't believe a word he says, ever.

For the rest of us, if you're looking to help, you can join or revive local groups that work to alert people to ICE arrests and move to intervene. Forming crowds around arrest vehicles has worked many times to stop arrests from happening. That rules.

If you can't or don't want to join an org, get in touch with your immigrant neighbors, coworkers, etc. Start chatting with them, let them know you want them to stay and you're available to help. We must be in community with our migrant neighbors to effectively help them.

Start thinking about what you're willing to do. All the way to do you have an attic or other hidden space in your home where you can hide people? Are you willing and prepared to be arrested? Defying the government puts you at risk of imprisonment, and you need to be prepared for what that means, both in a practical sense and mentally/emotionally.

Speak with your partners, roommates, friends, and comrades about this. Know who is at the most risk to be arrested and what they will likely experience in prison. For example, BIPOC and disabled people are at a much higher risk when dealing with police and ICE agents. Under no circumstances would I recommend trans women/transfemme folks risk jail or prison time. Be prepared to risk sustaining psychological trauma. Draw and maintain the boundaries you need around any activism, resistance, or revolutionary activity.

I'll go more in depth on what migrants have to expect during the first 100 days of the second Trump term in a later post.

Please add more ideas and resources below if you have them, or make your own post and alert me so I can boost.

[lamb-bait]

ah. another lovely day with my sweet little lambs.

how are you? are you taking care of yourself? are you making sure you get the respect you deserve? as vile and disgusting as I might be- I still care about you in particular. you shouldn't be letting anyone else trample over your hopes, dreams and aspirations.

but that's not really why you're on this side of tumblr. on today's disgusting roulette, rolling at 4 in the morning admidst a rising storm. I talk about kidnapping often, i've talked about corruption recently. what else stirs in my head? of course, it's intox.

Forced intoxication, non-con intoxication. alcohol, drugs, sleeping pills. I briefly went over this in one of my posts, but let me elaborate my fantasies.

We're friends. Why wouldn't we be? I'm not the most talkative guy out there, but I have a few shining moments. A joke here and there, a witty remark, an innocent compliment. A pleasant person to be around. We started off by talking at work, chatting whenever we ran into each other, occasionally hanging out when our co-workers went out for drinks.

"You wanna watch that new movie we were talking about, I can stream it at my place." It was an innovation offer, we were closer than our other co-workers - and it's not like I ever hit on you or flirted with you. There was no reason to say no, if anything, you were looking forward to it. And before you knew it, you were in a house you've never been at - the sun was setting, I was handing you a glass of god knows what. "It's just a long island, try it, I'll start the movie."

A small sip, it didn't taste strong - it was sweet, iced, a bit citrus-y, and overall pleasant. "Get comfy, I can get us a blanket if you get chilly." Ah, sweet assurance. It was comforting wasn't it? Getting to relax, enjoy a movie and free alcohol? Then came with another drink, and another, was it just you ~ or were the drinks getting stronger. Why did I seem so interested in you over the movie, that soft smile always on my lips as I held he bottle up. "Done already?" My voice curious, getting up from the other couch and moving to sit next to you. "God, you're drunk." You could tell that I sounded surprised, but there was an undertone to that - excitement. "Have you ever had those ▀▀▀ brownies before?" I was just asking you if you want some brownies, and they sound good after those drinks. Something chewy and sweet, baked today? "It's my first time making them, tell me how they are." My first time, could you believe it? You had to take a bite, didn't you? It tasted a little funny, but - it was good. A little crispy on the outside, chewy and sweet on the inside, good enough to have two. Did you pick the second one up? Or did I hand it over to you.

"Good job cutie." I whisper, scooting closer and putting my hand on her cheek, softly patting it as I look into your eyes. My thumb feeling your lips. You could barely say anything, let alone stop me. You can see me tilting my head lightly, squinting and looking at you with a hint of worry. "You okay?" I ask, moving my hand down and squeezing your breast roughly, even though it was my first time. Perfect. I didn't have to hide anything anymore, humming softly as I start pulling your clothes off - pulling my phone out and putting it infront of your face. "Smile~!" I say as I start recording. I knew you were still somewhat conscious, even as I stripped you whole recording - as I groped you, as I leaned to your lips and stole as many disgusting kisses as I wanted. I tug at your pants, yanking down your panties before I force your legs open. You probably couldn't understand a word I'm saying, but you can feel me forcing your thighs apart - my warm breath against your cunt, getting closer, and closer. It feels heightened, more sensitive than you remember, were you already wet? You can feel my fingers against your hole, it confirmed it - you definitely were. Then you could feel my tongue, harsh, wet, pressing against your clit with a moan - forcing your legs to stay open with my hands as I lapped at your cunt. Tasting you, making you an even bigger mess, slowing down every now and then to see if your body was pathetic enough to start trying to grind against my tongue for more. That was perfect. That's exactly what I want, getting up and pulling my cock out, my hand stroking it slowly - precum clearly oozing and coating the tip. I move it to your face, a smug - cocky smile on my lips, as I move one of my hands to your mouth and push my thumb past your lips, forcing your mouth to open enough for my cock to push into. You were drooling, tasting the thick, salty, slimy cock of your 'friend' using your mouth - a soft slap on your cheek as if to remind you to suck like the good little toy you were. And you listened, didn't you? How pathetic. That was plenty, I was satisfied and impatient, adjusting you on the couch before I took my drool covered cock and smacked it against your cunt - pressing against it and finally pushing it inside you, where it belongs. My face said it all, the drool escaping from the edge of my lips, the bliss in my eyes, the obvious ecstasy I was feeling from raping you.

The beginning of the end.

[ A bit longer than my usual posts, but I figured you deserved it. My asks are open for the shy lambs who can't seem to message me themselves, and for those that feel confident ~ I'm always here for you.

With love and lust,

your Shepard.

[jinnie-ret]

Hi! I was just wondering, could you write a oneshot of reader feeling really tired/kinda depressed, like too tired to get up of the bed to get a drink, too tired to even talk and skz just helping them through it and taking care of them? It could be 9th member or just the groupd friend. It's ok if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it. Thank you! Lots of love!

slump

stray kids x best friend!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: mental exhaustion

word count: 1.3k

summary: your best friends notice you've been acting different recently, and help you through your mental rut.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one. And if anyone is ever feeling this way, you can always message me, or reach out for help :)

Asks are shut, but if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know! And reblog and like if you enjoyed! <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, can you open the door?" Changbin's soft voice called out quietly, yet you made no effort to move. You knew he could just as easily open your door and walk in, but he was waiting to see if you had the energy to do it yourself.

"I'll take that as a no," and he walked away from the door, probably back into the kitchen to inform the boys that their latest attempt didn't work.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see them. It was more that your social battery was drained. Not even a good night's sleep was helping you gain energy because, well, although you weren't having sleepless nights, there was still a lot of things weighing on your mind that was stopping you from wanting to do anything.

Buzz.

Oh. They were spamming the group chat again.

kangaroo🖤: remember to have something to eat!

bokkie🐲: pls eat smthn sweaty 💞

prince🖌️: lixie you did not jst call her sweaty that isn't gnna help 😭

mongmong🎤: ignore them sweetie just pls eat smthn if you have the energy yh?

cheese toastie🦊: our minnie is so sweet

quokka boy🥊: careful or he will chnge his mind 👀

kitty boy😼: i'm cooking u dinner rn

dwaekki💪: pls come out and see us love :(

And so the guilt set in once more. You could tell they were doing their best but for the past couple of days you didn't want to do anything at all. And whilst they had asked you, you shut them down every time and waved them off.

The next day, you were due to go into work, something your best friends were well aware of as they had checked your shared calender to see if there was anything upcoming that was overwhelming you.

When you rang into work to call in for a sick day, that was the first time the boys heard your voice in like 48 hours. Croaky. Dry. Exhausted.

Which is what prompted your next visit.

"Hey, Y/Nnie, I've brought you some water. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want to... but, yeah," Felix brought in a bottle filled with ice water and you could tell he didn't know what exactly to do in the situation without you responding to him.

You couldn't help but feel the gratitude within you after he awkwardly smiled at you, and so, you spoke up from your nest in bed.

"Thank you, Lixie."

Within a flash he turned around and grinned warmly at you, excited at just this simple interaction, because him and the boys had been worried sick the past few days. They knew everyone had their moments, but they had never seen you like this before.

After he left, you sipped at your water and continued to mindlessly scroll through your social media feed on your phone. There was still a numbness there. You recognised videos that would normally make you laugh yet no emotion filled you.

And that's what made you feel weirder.

You thought about other times people went into some sort of slump and they'd normally be sad, upset for some reason. But no, not you.

You felt emotionless. The loneliness wasn't what sucked you in yet it was like a part of your brain felt like it had shut off. And that lasted for the next few hours until the members caught you out of bed looking for something in the cupboard to eat.

"Oh, Y/N!" Han jumped back with a hand on his heart, yet you carried on in your sluggish efforts to make something to eat.

"You're out of bed?" Jeongin was shocked until he winced from the small slap on the back of his head from Changbin.

"Don't eat that, it's not good for you, here, heat this up," Lee Know took away the instant noodles from your grasp and instead pulled out a container with a portion of dinner he had made last night. He seemed to be taking control yet he wanted to see you do something for yourself. He hoped it was motivating and that the simplest thing of heating up your own food would lead you towards an upward trajectory of going back to your usual self.

You slowly padded across the kitchen to the microwave and shoved the food in, a gentle hand tapping you on the shoulder as you shut the machine's door.

"Let's talk, Y/N," Chan guided you to the sofa in the lounge connected to the kitchen, the rest of your friends following through. There was no choice in the matter, yet the eldest remained calm which reassured you slightly.

"We've been worried about you," Hyunjin spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Sorry," you whisper, picking at the threads of your baggy jumper sleeve.

"No, don't apologise. We just want to know what's going on in that head of yours," Seungmin leans forward as he speaks quietly.

You simply shrug.

"Y/Nnie?" Chan further prompted.

"I don't know," you shrugged again, not even knowing how to explain what was going on.

"You don't know?" Felix looked around at the other members, confused.

Just then, the microwave dinged, and you stood up to go and get your food, but Lee Know's hands on your shoulders stopped you.

"Don't worry about that now. Just talk to us, anything," his thumbs rubbed soothing circles before he moved away.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," you brought your legs up to your chest.

"We know you had work today," Changbin mentioned.

"It's ok, I called in sick," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you have a temperature?" Han frowned, feeling your forehead but that answered his question.

"I just didn't feel like it... but not in like a lazy way but I just couldn't... mentally do it?" your answer came out as a rushed question, not even sure yourself but it made sense to the rest of the boys.

"Ah, sweetie, you should have said," Hyunjin pouted, feeling bad that you were struggling.

"Not that easy though, is it?" you looked up and saw Chan crouched down in front of you.

"It's not, we know that, but we want you to always know that you've got us to fall back on, no matter what, ok?" he grabbed your hands as he said this, squeezing them so that you knew he was physically there.

"Y/Nnie... you know you don't have to always have energy, right? It's ok to have your down days," Han said seriously, which even caused Chan to look at him surprisingly as he moved away from in front of you.

"I feel like..." you began, but trailed off shaking your head.

"Tell us, talk to us love," Changbin insisted.

"I feel like I have to keep telling myself I can do it, but I know I'm lying to myself, I guess?" you sighed, leaning further back into the sofa.

"You can do it, we all know you can," Jeongin encouraged you sweetly.

"But if you can't right now, that's also fine," Seungmin added on.

And there was no need for you to verbally respond, because these safety oozing from them was wrapping you in a nice comfy blanket.

Oh, and Felix was also wrapping you in a blanket, that could have been why you felt the sudden warmth.

"Right, now you can eat," Lee Know nodded, satisfied with how the conversation had played out.

"Me too, hyung!" Han and Hyunjin both dashed after Lee Know, begging him for food too, and with that you smiled.

"There you are," Changbin titled your head up as you smiled, his face mirroring yours.

"If all it took was for Han and Hyunjin to be whiny and complain, we could have had this conversation a lot sooner," Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly, thinking of the two 00 liners who were bickering earlier that day.

"Don't ruin the moment Seungmin," Chan tutted jokingly.

But it didn't ruin the moment. Seeing them act normally around you again after they had cleared up what was going on made you feel better.

You felt, once again.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z

[nanaxwii]

8 letters.... - Lee Jeno

Pairing: Jeno x reader

Synopsis: Why do all good stories come to an end? Why don't we try to make it work? It just takes 8 letters to fix it all, or does it...? Well in this case.......read more

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space.....!?

3 years ago Jeno met this one girl, Y/n, the kindest soul he has ever met. They started as colleagues but soon it escalated to an ever so beautiful relationship. She knows him the best, she's seen him in his worst times, seen him hurt but never judged him for anything. It was the scariest feeling for Jeno. His past never bothered her. It was scary, scary to the point that he'd distance himself from her. But it wasn't a problem for Y/n. She knows him better than anyone, even better than Jeno himself does.

Jeno's been trying to meet up with you to talk about how he feels about you and your relationship for quite some time now. But every time he thinks of talking to you, it scares him, maybe you'll leave him like the last one did. Finally, he mustered up enough courage to ask you to meet.

Jeno: Hey

Y/n: Hello!! what's up

Jeno: Can we meet?

Y/n: Suree :) lmk where

Jeno: dw about that I'll pick you up at around 7

Y/n: okie I'll be ready :D

Jeno's nervousness increased as the time approached 7. He left his apartment and drove up to Y/n's place to pick her up. She was already waiting at her door for Jeno to arrive. Jeno was mesmerized when he saw her. She looks pretty, she always does, he thought. Upon seeing Jeno, Y/n walked down the pavement and got into the car, greeted him, "Heyy"

''Hi", Jeno responded with a faint smile. "You look pretty'', he said.

The small comment made your heart flutter. You muttered a small thank you. He started the engine of the car and drove it to your destination. The ride was silent, which in a way was comforting to you and probably to Jeno too.

'La Mercerie', the sign read. After about 15 minutes you reached the restaurant, the restaurant where you had your first date with him. Jeno had booked a table for yourselves. From your seat, you had a great view of the city, the city that never sleeps.

You placed your order and were waiting for it to arrive. In the meantime, both Jeno and you caught up on each other's days, about how your boss was giving both of you a hard time. While you were chatting, the food arrived.

You had noticed how Jeno was being awkward and avoiding eye contact with you. He seemed nervous, nervous as if he had something on his mind that was bothering him. It concerned you because you've never seen him like this. It was the complete opposite of his usual self.

"Jeno?", "Hmm?", "Are you okay?" It took a few seconds for him to reply, "Yes, why'd you ask?" You decided not to press on it. "Oh no, it's nothing," you replied. But what you didn't know was that he was indeed not okay.

After your meal, Jeno paid for it and you left the restaurant. On your way out Jeno asked, ''Hey, do you want to go to the park near the lake? There's a fireworks display by the lake". Jeno knew you loved watching fireworks, "Sure", you answered.

It was a 5-minute walk to the park. The lake was clearly visible from there. There were a few food stalls by the lake. Jeno ran up to one of those to get you an ice cream; cookies & cream, your favourite flavour. Both of you sat on a bench to enjoy the ice cream and the beautiful, calm night.

"The show is about to start, let's go," he said, taking your hand in his and walking towards the lake. The air was cold by the lake. The lake felt serene, adorned with the reflection of the beautiful skyline. It was very peaceful.

The fireworks display started soon after. The fireworks rocketed up into the sky, the burning light turning the dark night bright, or maybe even turning some clouded hearts clear.

"Isn't it pretty!", you whisper, "Very", Jeno answers while looking at you. He was mesmerized by how the sparkling fireworks shone in your already shiny eyes. It made you look even prettier, prettier than you already were.

"Y/n, I need to get something off my chest". The soft, cold breeze made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You turned your attention to him. Those pretty eyes, staring into yours, it seemed like they had a lot to say.

"You know how we've been together for almost 3 years now. I want to thank you for sticking by my side in all my good and bad days. Thank you for not judging me for my past. Thank you for always helping me overcome my fears."

For some reason, his words made you feel jittery inside.

"My past relationship ended on a bad note, which made me unable to trust and depend on someone easily."

He was slightly shaking, maybe it was the wind or maybe the nervousness. You took his large hands in your petite ones and squeezed them in an attempt to calm him.

"Y/n, I'm really sorry for always pulling you close when I'm in need and then pushing you away. I'm sorry for not treating you well like you should be. I don't feel like I deserve you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

You pulled Jeno into a hug. You reassured him, saying, "You treat me so we'll Jeno, you too were there for me when I needed comfort, when I needed someone to hold on to, when I needed you. I understand that you need space sometimes, everyone does. You shouldn't think of yourself that way. It's normal for you to require time to trust someone after how your last relationship ended. I'm fine to be by your side when you need me and I'm fine with giving you space that you need.'' Jeno felt tears wet his flushed cheeks.

The fireworks show ended a long time ago, you didn't even notice, nor did Jeno. He wiped his tears off and took your hands in his. He pulled you closer, looked into your now moist eyes and said, " You know, when your hands are in mine, it's like I'm whole again. Maybe it's a sign for me to speak what's on my mind."

You looked into his eyes which seemed to have calmed down a little. "I've said those words before, but it always felt like a lie. It felt like I was lying to myself and also to you. You deserve to hear those words a thousand times. I don't know why but it was always so hard for me to say those words. It's just 8 letters but why is it so hard to say. I ask that to myself every night and fall asleep without finding an answer. But maybe today I found the answer.''

He stared into your curious eyes. "Y/n, maybe through this journey of me pulling and pushing you away, I might have found the answer to my question." You felt tears threatening to spill.

"I love you", he said, "And this time for real. I've realised how important you are to me. Thank you for always being with me, by my side." You pulled him into a hug, nuzzling into his neck and mumbling an I love you back.

Suddenly it started raining. Like always, it didn't bother you, and this time it didn't bother Jeno too. Both lost in your own world, in the warmth of each other's arms.

Maybe speaking your heart out, maybe saying those 8 letters sincerely does fix things, maybe it does make people stronger, maybe it does make the bonds last longer. Maybe the 8 letters do pull people close.

-The end

note: thank you for reading. Idk how this turned out. I tried to write a fic for the first time. Lmk if there's a typo or such ;) and thank you @winwintea for helping me through \^o^/

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N tags along to a bonfire on the beach with her brother and his friends. She tries to fit in with them, but winds up finding more of a connection to the guy crashing the party. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Age gap @spnfluffbingo Meet cute @spnaubingo “Are you stupid or stupid?” 

Word Count: 3,374 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), underage drinking, mostly implied physical abuse, past injury (bruising/scars), language, slow burn, a little angst, arguing, maybe a little gaslighting, mutual pining, a kiss to the forehead, fluff 

A/N: Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo. 

_____

A/N #2: Masterlist summary and warnings have been updated. Please review before reading. 

_____

Your brother grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you back towards the party going on down the beach. "Stop being such a bitc-" 

"Ow! Quit it, jerk." You tried to shake your arm from his grasp but his fingers dug in, "You're hurting me." 

"Don't be such a baby," he growled, stopping far enough away from the bonfire so the crowd of his friends wouldn't overhear. There was a chill in the air and his friends were gathered closer around the flames now. "I told you, if you wanted to tag along you can't just wander off by yourself. Mom would have my ass if something happened to you on my watch." 

"Screw you, I'm not a baby. Let. Go." 

He finally did. 

"They're all ignoring me. I wanna go home." You said, pointing to the mean girls a ways away. 

"Well, I'm not taking you. I'm not ready to leave yet." He said, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare. 

You knew it was a mistake taking a ride from him in the first place, but you didn't have your own car. And you failed your driver's test over the last weekend. Fun way to spend your sixteenth birthday, with your brother mocking you the whole way home. 

"Then I'll walk or call mom to come get me." 

"No, you won't. Unless you want her to know that I was right and you are a baby." He stared you down, "Just have a drink and relax for a bit, maybe it'll loosen you up and people will want to talk to you." He glanced back at the busty blonde he'd been eyeing all night; the girl you knew he came here for. He'd only been following her around like a lost puppy all summer. She waved and gave him a little wink. "Stop being so selfish, Y/N, and maybe we'll get along for once." 

"I'm selfish?!" You scoffed, you'd only sat around watching the sunset and shuffling your feet in the sand for the past couple hours while he chatted up said blonde. His friends weren't the only ones excluding you. Not that you wanted to be in on that conversation, but you thought the night was going to go a little different. You thought it would be like the old days when things between you weren't so tense all the time. "Just leave me alone and go drool already."

"And you wonder why I never wanna hang out with you anymore." He snapped and stalked away, throwing his arm over the blonde's shoulders when he reached her. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight and you heard her giggle echo along the shoreline when he tickled her sides. 

Everyone liked your brother and you tried to be just like him when you were younger. You were only a year apart but it made a world of difference. You didn't even mind wearing his hand-me-downs until you got to high school and got made fun of for it. But you made your peace with it now, you'd always be more of a tomboy and you couldn't be anyone but yourself. Graphic tees, jeans and sneakers were the epitome of comfort and that's what you wore now while the mean girls had skimpy dresses and tank tops that did nothing against the cold breeze that wafted in from over the open water. 

But a drink might help. 

The beer cooler was up the beach from the horny seventeen and eighteen-year-olds, but you didn't have to pass them to fish one out from melted ice. You cracked it open and took a sip, souring your face instantly and spitting it out onto the sand. 

You heard someone chuckle and whipped around. A tall guy with shadows cast on his face stood a few feet away, watching you. You glanced down to the bottle in your hand, then back at him. He followed your eyes, his expression turning stoic before you could read him. 

"What?" You asked. 

"It's kind of an acquired taste." He nodded towards the bottle in your hand and you took another sip, choking it down to prove him wrong. He wasn't wrong. Beer was gross. "Are you okay?" 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

He cocked his head towards your brother who was now chasing the blonde down towards the shoreline. You didn't think they'd go in, since it was nearly winter and the water was freezing this time of year. But he teased her and grabbed her like he was going to drag her out into the icy depths. 

"Oh. Yeah, he's just an asshole is all and I needed a drink." You explained, raising the beer to your lips for a third sip. 

You wanted him to leave already so you could dump the rest out in the bushes. 

"Same," he nodded and chugged the rest of his own beer. "He shouldn't treat you like that, though." 

You didn't think he overheard but he'd certainly seen the two of you, "He's my brother, that's what brothers do." 

You toyed with the label on your beer, peeling it back from the glass. 

"No, it's not." 

He stepped forward, setting his empty bottle in the bin next to the cooler. The light of the bonfire catching his features enough for you to finally see him. The first thing you noticed was that he was not a friend of your brother's. He was older, too, though you couldn't tell by how much. 

He was a party crasher. Probably here for the free beer. 

"Whatever. It's not like he hits me, he just gets mad and pushes me around a little." You said, stepping back a foot when the guy took another step towards you. 

"He shouldn't. That's called abuse." 

"Not when I do the same to him. Then it's called sibling rivalry." 

"I know abuse when I see it." His voice lowered as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His words held a story he wasn't telling and you didn't ask. 

You eyed him again. Between the full moon and the light of the fire you noted a few details that jumped out at you. He wasn't bad looking, actually kind of cute. His eyes held a world's worth of emotion as if he vaulted it up inside himself and swallowed the key. Days old bruising covered the left side of his face, particularly around his jaw, cheekbone, and eye. And he intermittently sucked on the split in his bottom lip that had reopened, probably from when he first smiled at you. 

"Well, your story isn't mine." You said, having had enough of this stranger who thinks he knows your life at a glance. He sighed and looked away, steeling his jaw and rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes cast down to his stomach when his shirt lifted and your heart sank at the sight. A thick scar stretched up his torso from his hip and disappeared beneath the dark fabric of his shirt, peeking back out around his collarbone where the neck hole had been worn loose. Someone had hurt him, badly; you thought that must've been why he was so conscious towards abuse. "Sorry, I didn't know-" 

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked, meeting your eyes and taking another step forward. 

You didn't back away this time, though he was still a good five feet away at least. 

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, taking off with some judgy guy I just met and wandering down a dark secluded beach alone with him. Real smart. Maybe wait until I've had a couple drinks first, then try again." You rolled your eyes making him laugh silently. 

"I don't hurt women. Ever." He said as if it was a law of his own. 

"What about men?" 

"Depends," he shrugged. 

"On?"

"I've never started a fight in my life." He said, answering a question you didn't ask rather than the one you did. 

"Somehow I don't believe you." You squinted up at him, trying to read him. 

"Then why haven't you walked away yet?" He looked at the party continuing around the bonfire and then back at you. "You don't wanna be here any more than I do, so let me show you something."

"I swear if that something is your-" 

He raised his hands from his pockets and smiled, "I promise it's not. You'll like this." 

"You get five minutes and I'm counting. Also, I'm a black belt so don't even think about trying anything." You lied, although he didn't strike you as the violent type despite the evidence on his face and stomach. 

You scanned the beach for your brother, spotting him still engrossed with the blonde, so you knew he wouldn't notice any time soon if you'd left without causing a scene. You dumped your nearly full beer out onto the sand and set it in the bin with the other empty bottles. Ignoring the knowing smirk from the party crasher as you did so. 

"Beer is kind of gross." 

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled, "but it's cheap and gets the job done." 

"I don't see the appeal," you said, following in stride with him down the beach. The sand beneath your sneakers making it hard to keep up with his long legs. "Can you walk slower?" 

"Sorry," he slowed his pace and you easily caught up. "Drink a bit more than a couple of sips next time and you will." 

"I'd rather waste the calories on chocolate, thank you." 

He laughed silently again and sucked the split in his lip, "What's your name?" 

"Uh, Y/N, you?" 

"Dean." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets again. "So, how come I haven't seen you around here before, Y/N?" 

"We just moved here," you said, not wanting to explain how you didn't exactly get out much and explore the town over the summer. 

"Then you haven't been to the pier?" He asked, cocking his head towards the end of the beach where you were headed. 

It wasn't so much a pier as it was a small row of shops and a parking lot. Some storefronts were still lit up against the darkened sky and a lighthouse sat on the rocks near the shore. The light at the top swung around and around over the jagged rocks reaching into the water. 

"Seriously? You wanted to show me a lighthouse? That's not exactly special. Lighthouses are a dime a dozen around here, if you haven't noticed." You said a little disappointed and glancing back at the party. 

The bonfire merely a speck amongst the stars along the beach now. If you accounted for the walk back it would definitely stretch over the five minutes you'd promised him and you stopped walking. 

Dean noticed when you fell behind and turned to you. He laughed a little and smiled, "That's not where we're going." 

He reached out to you and grabbed your hand, tugging you gently until you laughed and skipped a step. He was troubled, that was for sure, but you didn't have a reason not to trust him. Not that trust should be given easily without question; but still, you welcomed the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours as he led you across the parking lot and up to one of the shops. 

"Ice cream," you stared up at the sign before Dean pulled you into the store. 

"Mhm," he licked his lips, guiding you up to the display of tubs sitting in the freezer and separating you from the older blonde woman behind the counter. 

She nodded to Dean like she knew him and he smiled back, "Hey, Donna." She didn't react at all to the bruises on his face and your mind started to wander. 

"I was starting to think I wasn't gonna see ya before closing," she said, retying her pink apron as if she was getting ready to close up for the night. 

"You know me better than that," he feigned hurt and wrapped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 

You scanned over the flavours, some so bright you wondered if it was possible to taste a colour. "Isn't it kinda cold for ice cream?"

"Never," Dean shook his head like you'd said something foolish. "These shops are seasonal and it's the last night they're open until they close for the winter. You'll have to wait at least four months before you get this again. And trust me, once you try it, winter will feel like an eternity for your tastebuds." 

You smiled, you couldn't argue with that logic, "What flavour should I get?" You asked, assuming he'd probably have tried them all by the looks of it. 

"My favourite is the mocha with all the little chocolate pieces. It's basic, I know, but classic." He pointed to a tub filled with dark brown speckled ice cream. 

"Two mochas, please." You said. 

"Sure thing," Donna said and scooped you out a couple of cups. 

Dean gave your shoulder a squeeze before giving you some space to enjoy your ice cream.  

He kept eyeing you as you took your first bite, then your second, "And?"

"Okay, you're right. It's fudging amazing! Can we get more?" You asked, glancing back at the shop from where you sat outside on a bench under a streetlamp. 

"You still have a whole cup.” He barked out a laugh and you shovelled a few spoonfuls into your mouth. 

A chilled throb wracked through your brain and you paused mid-bite to squeeze your eyes shut and fan at your frozen mouth. You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth and just as the feeling started to ebb away you felt hot, sticky lips lay flush against your forehead. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and you blinked open your eyes, feeling warm and fuzzy. 

"Better? My mom used to do that for me when I was a kid. Always seemed to help." He said and tilted his head to the side. 

You weren't sure if it was what he did or the shock of the unexpectedness of it, but it dulled the pain. He hadn't backed up an inch and you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes under the streetlamp. Framed by the yellow edges and purple patches of the bruising next to his left eye. His hair was sandy brown and short but still fell over his forehead and brushed the tips of his ears. And freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose on pale skin. He was pretty cute and different from most of the boys you usually met. 

You nodded and blushed, sneaking another spoonful of mocha ice cream between your lips. He laughed silently and leaned back, picking back up his own cup of ice cream from the bench next to him and digging in. 

"You're strange and kinda wonderful." You said around a bite full, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth when the brain-freeze threatened to come back. 

"That's oddly the nicest thing someone's said to me in a very long time." He took a bite and licked his spoon clean. 

"That makes me sad." 

"Makes me happy," he mumbled and smiled. 

"Like I said, strange." 

"Because you're so cool and composed, right?" He's teased, pointing with his spoon. 

"I'm a delight and you know it. That's why you just had to get me away from all those other guys down on the beach. Before they had the chance to notice too, of course." You joked, brushing your hair back when the breeze carried it away. 

"You caught me, I'm a sucker for a girl who tries to bite my head off with one wrong look." 

"You make me sound like a praying mantis." 

"In that case, I guess I'm safe as long as we don't have sex." You both frowned. "Sorry, that was awkward, I swear it sounded funnier in my head. Because you know they only eat their mate after-uh-mating..." He stuck his spoon in his ice cream and stirred until it was smooth like soup, "What?"

"You're blushing," you said, "it's cute." You liked being able to do that to him. "But you should know I'm sixteen." 

"Wait. What?" He looked like you'd just punched him in the gut. "But you were drinking." 

"When did you have your first beer?" 

He thought to himself for a moment, clearly he had been younger than you; then he abandoned his ice cream on the bench beside him. “What about your friends?” 

"Some are eighteen. But most are seventeen, same as my brother, they're his friends." You explained. "Don't ask me how they got the beer." You attempted to lighten the mood but he just stared down at his hands, rubbing at the cuts in his knuckles. "How old are you?" 

“Too old for you,” he shook his head and picked at one of the scabs. “Twenty-one in January.” 

So essentially there was a five year age gap between you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, if only you were older; but for now it didn’t mean you couldn’t be friends. Your gut twisted at the thought of never seeing him again and you could use a friend; and it looked like he could, too. 

Your cell rang and you fished it from your back pocket. Your brother's name sprawled over the screen. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then answered, "What do you want?"

"Are you stupid or stupid? Where the fuck did you go?!" He shouted and you were sure Dean could hear, so you turned down the volume on your phone. 

"For a walk." 

"We're leaving." 

That meant the blonde was tagging along, either hitching a ride home with you or your brother was just going to drop you off at home before taking her to park somewhere and... -You didn't want to think about it. Your brother, like that. Gross. 

"Maybe I don't wanna leave yet. I made a friend." Dean mirrored your smile. 

"Find your own way home then..." he grumbled a few choice words and hung up. Asshole.

"Any chance you have a car?" You asked, silencing your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. "I need a ride." 

"Uh- no. But I know where we can get one." Dean said as he checked the time on his wrist. You fingered your ice cream and booped him on the nose. "What was that for?" He laughed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. 

You shrugged, "Just trying to lighten the mood. You look so sad," you raised his chin with your fingers, "Chin up, Dean." 

"Did you mean that?" He asked. 

You lowered your hand to rest on the bench between you, "Mean what?"

"That we're friends," he asked, chewing on the split in his lip. At this rate you didn't think it would ever heal over. "I mean, that we can be friends." 

"Uh-huh, unless you don't wanna be my friend." You nodded and searched his eyes, some kind of hurt flashing through them. 

"I think that's all we can be. At least, until you have a couple more birthdays." 

Your typical luck, the one guy you could see yourself interested in and he's too old. It was only nearly five years, sure, but you were only sixteen and he'd probably had a lot more experience that you couldn't compare to. But he was cute. 

Window shopping couldn't hurt right, until you had the means to buy. 

"I can wait," you teased and laughed. "But you look like you could use a friend. And I got your back, since I kind of owe you one for introducing me to this ice cream." 

"You don't owe me anything, Y/N." 

You shivered when the ice cream was gone and Dean stripped out of his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders as you walked along the side of the road towards his house. He apparently didn't live far away and if his father was home, he could 'borrow' his car to give you a ride. He actually used air quotes when he said borrow though, so you were a little skeptical. 

_________________________

Part 2

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers @globetrotter28

[storiesforallfandoms]

bad idea, right? ~ joseph quinn

word count: 2789

request?: no

description: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

pairings: joseph quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

semi based on this song

We didn't intend on reconnecting. It was a complete accident. A coincidence, even. We were both out with our friends at the same bar. It had been months since we broke up, and it was one of my first outings post-break up. Despite the fact that the relationship hadn't ended poorly, it was still hard to process. I spent a lot of nights crying to rom-coms with my friends afterwards.

I didn't expect to see him there. Actually, for once, I had fully forgotten that Joseph even existed. I was just excited to be out for the night, to have a good time with my friends.

It wasn't even me who saw him first. One of my friends, Fiona, who is incredibly sweet but also incredibly lightweight, gasped and leaned towards me to ask, "Isn't that Joseph?!"

Lynn, my best friend, elbowed Fiona as I whipped around to see where she had been looking. As she said, there he was - the beautiful, chocolate button eyed man I had been in love with for so long. He hadn't seen me yet. He was at the bar with a few of his friends, sat around and chatting. My heart started to pound as I turned back to my friends.

"Do you want to leave?" Lynn asked.

"No," I said. "I let him keep me from having fun for long enough. I'll just...avoid him as much as I can. Maybe he'll do the same if he sees me."

Lynn gave me a skeptical look, but decided to respect my wishes.

For the most part, the plan was a success. The girls and I moved to the dance floor once we all had enough drinks in us, and Joseph became a distant after thought.

That was, until I stumbled off the dance floor to get myself some water. I could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to me in a way that I would regret in the morning if I didn't try to sober up a little bit. I pushed through the crowd at the bar and asked the bartender for an ice water. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I waited, until I heard a familiar voice say, "(Y/N)?"

That voice sobered me up better than any water could.

I turned to see Joseph stood basically right next to me. He looked as shocked as I felt. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Luckily, the bartender gave me my water, so I used that as an excuse to try and get away.

"Wait!" Joseph said, reaching out to grab hold of my arm. He quickly let go just as soon as he grabbed me. "Sorry. I just...I didn't expect to see you."

"I didn't expect to see you, either," I said.

"Are you...here with anyone?"

I knew what his question meant, and I was a little surprised to hear him ask. "Just my friends. Lynn and the girls."

Is that relief I see on his face?"

"I'm here with the guys," he said, gesturing over his shoulder towards his friends. "I just got home from filming, they wanted to celebrate me being back."

"Aren't you tired from being away filming for so long?"

Joseph sighed, as if me asking him that lifted a weight off of his chest. "I'm so tired. I had such a long flight, too, but the lads wanted to go out right away because they're all busy the next few days."

"How long are you in town for?"

"Indefinitely. I have nothing else lined up right now until I have to do promo for A Quiet Place: Day One."

Why did I ask that? He's going to think I want to see him while he's home. I can't see him. We're broken up, I've mourned this relationship and let it go.

But have I? If I had, why did I ask him how long he's in town for? Why am I still here talking to him when I'm sure he would let me walk away if I tried to.

"It's good to see you," he said.

"It's good to see you, too," I said. I was surprised to find that I meant it, too.

We both stood in silence for a moment. I knew I should walk away, just end this whole interaction and go out separate ways. But my feet just wouldn't move. I just stood there, looking at him, every good memory I had from our year long relationship running through my mind. Despite my attempts to try to move on from our relationship the last few months, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to pull him in and kiss him.

"Can we meet up while I'm home?" he asked. "Just...talk about things?"

Bad idea! Do not say yes!

"Yeah, okay," I responded.

Stupid!

His eyes lit up. "Okay. Um, do you have the same phone number?"

I nodded, unable to form the one word response. He still had my phone number? I thought he would've deleted it, considering he was the one who ended our relationship. I still had his, but only due to the fact that I had memorized it. Lynn deleted his number from my phone, but I never told her I had added it back in about a week later after a particularly hard night.

"I'll text you tomorrow, yeah?"

I nodded again. He smiled and reached out as if he were going to hug me. He hesitated, so I closed gap instead, grateful for the contact.

I thought he wouldn't remember, so I didn't bring it up to my friends. I didn't even tell them that I had been talking to him. I figured it was just one time, one night of momentary happiness, before I fell back into the sea of despair over my ended relationship.

So, imagine my surprise when I got a text message the next morning that read, "hey, i understand if you changed your mind, but that offer to meet up is still open."

As you can probably imagine, Lynn wasn't happy when I told her.

"You what?!"

I winced. "I didn't think he'd remember! It was late enough into the night that I figured he was a few drinks deep, and by the morning he wouldn't remember even seeing me."

"So you're not actually going to see him, right?"

I looked down at my lap, unable to look her in the eye.

Lynn groaned, "(Y/N)..."

"I know, I know. It's a bad idea to go."

"It's a terrible idea! You're still trying to get over your breakup. Going to meet up with him is just going to open old wounds."

She was right, and I hated that she was right. I had this sliver of hope that maybe meeting up with Joseph would result in us rekindling our relationship, but I knew that was unlikely. Joseph had broken up with me months ago because of how quickly his career had suddenly taken off after Stranger Things. It was like he went from a low profile actor to one of the most sought after actors. First it was Hoard, which was filmed right after Stranger Things. Then he was cast in A Quiet Place: Day One, which was an insanely big deal. And then right after that was Gladiator 2, an even bigger deal.

Between filming and press tours, I knew I wasn't going to see Joseph very often. That revelation hurt, but I knew he was happy, and if he was happy then I was happy. I would push through the long nights of missing him, the mornings waking up and wishing he was in bed next to me, the lonely feeling in the pit of my stomach. All of it was worth it to see him thrive.

But, Joseph didn't see things the same way, apparently. Because, just before he left to film A Quiet Place: Day One, he sat me down and told me he thought it would be best for me if we broke up.

"I don't want you to always be waiting for me," he had said. "You deserve to be happy with someone who will always be around and can give you everything you want. And, with the way my career is going right now, I don't think I can be that person for you."

As much as I wanted this meeting to end with us getting back together, I knew it was highly unlikely that Joseph would've changed his mind. It had only been months, and he still had so much on his plate. Just because he was home now until he had to leave and do more promo didn't mean he suddenly was no longer busy.

Lynn was right, I shouldn't go to the meeting. It was a bad idea. But, at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to cancel it.

So, that's how I found myself in the coffee shop where Joseph and I had our first date, waiting for him to show up. I wondered if he had intentionally picked this place for us to meet, or if it had been a coincidence.

I wasn't sure which option would hurt less.

I looked up as the bell over the front door chimed, and the familiar face of the love of my life looked around the room. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled and made his way over to where I was sitting.

"Hey," he said as he slid into the booth across from me. "You're early."

"I wanted to make sure I got us a spot to sit. I expected it to be busier here today."

It was a Sunday afternoon, which I figured would be prime time for a coffee shop to be busy. Besides Joseph and I, there was only one other person in the place - someone who was typing away at a laptop a few tables over.

"I got you a coffee," I told him as I slid the cup towards him. "Your usual."

He beamed at me. "You remembered."

"It hasn't been that long since I was making you your usual," I reminded him.

He nodded and looked down at the cup in front of him. An awkward tension filled the air. I wondered if what I said was wrong. Should I have brought up our relationship? Were we going to pretend we hadn't dated for a year? That we hadn't talked about marriage and planning our futures together in that year?

"There's so much I wish I could take back," Joseph said, finally. "I wish I hadn't...I wish I hadn't been so stupid all those months ago."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed, the air from his mouth disrupting the steady flow of steam coming from his coffee. "I thought I was doing right by you by ending our relationship before my career got so hectic. I thought...I thought it would've been better for you if you could be with somebody who didn't have to be away for long periods of time and leave you by yourself."

"That wasn't really something for you to decide, though," I pointed out. "Not without talking to me first."

"I know."

"You just ended our relationship out of nowhere. I thought everything had been fine, and then suddenly..." I trailed off, feeling a lump form in my throat as I remembered that day months ago. I shook my head, trying to hold back any tears. "It was like the whole issue wasn't even up for discussion. You had decided we were over, that was it. The end."

"I know," he repeated. "And, God, do I ever feel like such a fucking idiot because of it."

"Good. You should, because you were an idiot."

I didn't say it maliciously, and luckily Joseph picked up on that. He chuckled. "Yeah, I was a massive idiot."

There was another moment of silence. I raised my coffee cup to my lips, blowing on it a little before taking a sip.

"I don't suppose there's any chance at trying to start over?"

The coffee slipped down my throat the wrong way as I reacted to his question. I quickly put the cup down and coughed up the hot liquid. The person a few tables over looked at us, interested but uncaring, before turning back to her laptop.

"Are you okay?" Joseph asked, a light chuckle in his voice.

"You couldn't have waited until after I swallowed to ask that?" I retorted.

"Okay, maybe that was bad on my part, you're right."

Once I had finally finished my coughing fit, I cleared my throat and sat up straighter to look at him.

"Are you serious?" I asked him.

"About starting over?" I nodded. "I am serious. (Y/N), you have to believe me when I say these last few months have been hell for me, too. I missed hearing your voice every day, or seeing your texts come in. When I got word that I was coming home for an indefinite period of time, I almost called you to tell you on instinct. I made the biggest mistake by breaking up with you. I know that will never go away and it will likely always be something that hangs over us, but I would do anything to prove to you how much I do still love you."

I was so sure I was dreaming. There was no way this was real. This was exactly what I had wanted to happen, so surely it must've been a dream, right?

But the burning in my chest from swallowing hot coffee the wrong way told me I wasn't dreaming. Joseph was actually here, sat across from me and looking at me with those big brown eyes that I loved so much, asking me if we could try to start over in our relationship. Obviously, I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him and tell him that of course I wanted to get back together with him. This was all I had wanted for months since we broke up. But, the more rational part of me (the part that sounded like Lynn, actually) told me not to go there just yet.

"You really hurt me, Joseph," I reminded him.

"I know I did. I know I'm sorry isn't enough, but I am so sorry for doing what I did to you."

"If we are giving this relationship another shot, then you have to promise me that you will talk to me about this stuff before you make big decisions like that. I understand that you were trying to think of me in that moment, but if you had talked to me before deciding to just break up with me, I would've told you that I wanted to be with you even if I don't get to see you for long periods of time. I was so happy for you to be getting those roles, Joe. I was excited to hear the stories from sets and to get to watch you grow. The feeling of loneliness was a very small price to pay if it meant getting to see you be happy."

He looked away from me again. "I guess...I didn't really think of it that way."

"Because you were being an idiot."

He smiled. "Yeah, I was."

"A colossal idiot."

"A mega idiot."

"A mega, colossal idiot."

We both laughed then. Joseph's hand started to reach out towards me, but then he hesitated. I reached out the rest of the way and intertwined my fingers with his.

"Will you give me another shot, (Y/N)?" he asked again. "I promise I will never be such a mega, colossal idiot again."

I nodded. "Of course I'll give you another shot."

His entire face lit up with happiness. He squeezed my hand before tugging on it, pulling me a little closer as he leaned over the table to kiss me. It was only a quick peck, like he was testing the waters, but it was all I needed. It was what I had been wanting for so long now, just to feel his lips against mine again.

When he sat back, his hand still in mind, I gave it another squeeze and asked, "Are you allowed to tell me any stories from A Quiet Place? Or is it all top secret, hush hush?"

He smiled. "You know I'd tell you anything, even if it was top secret."

And just like that, we fell back into a usual routine. It was as if the last few months apart had never happened. And I was more than happy to forget it had.

[chowaya]

pyro!john allerdyce x fem!reader

PIERCING EARS

" WILL THIS BE QUICK? "

" yup. "

" Are you sure you know how to do this? "

" yeah. "

" Have you done this to anyone else? "

At the question, your own face told on you— curling up in an expression enough to tell your boyfriend. Who then backs his head away from your hands, still holding the ice pack to his ear with a widened eyes.

" What? "

" Can you really pierce ears? " John Allerdyce asked with much concern as he sat on your closed toilet seat, with your shadow looking over him as you stood.

The general reason why you're both in the toilet ready to pierce/get pierced was because of your boyfriend's sudden curiosity to your own piercings, all-lined up funky jewelry dangling across your ears.

The conversation of you two just chatting went from your taste in jewelry to how you got them done and stuff. Proudly, you announced earlier how you did them yourself. So here you are.

" I pierced myself. What lessons or mistakes you think I'm supposed to learn have been done and learnt. " You tried to reassure him of your specialities, you then pointed to your own ears. " I didn't achieve all of this in a night, okay? I did them one by one. Got some infections on the earlier ones but then I did better- they turned out better. "

Letting his fingers, reach and swipe your hair behind them and he gently grazes his fingers across the shell of your ears. He had a habit of doing this, and you always felt squeamish from it.

Squirming from his touch, you set down your tools first somewhere that was already cleaned. Having already sanitized the counter before having done this. " Hey, you don't have to bend for this, alright? "

" You don't have to trust me enough to completely do it, that's totally fine. You don't have to play along or act bravely, these things are permanent- they might heal or they won't. We can go get it done by a professional if you want, tomorrow is alright." Your hands then went to cup his face, mirroring the same habits of grazing the shell of your ears.

John could look at you with such endearment, you knew he loved it when you held him like this. He knows you do it because you want him to feel safe— " It's your choice. "

" I'm so inlove with you, woman. " You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden comment, even he laughed along as well. His warm hands touching yours, you smugly smiled. " Oh, I know. "

" Yeah, but I want to get them done today. So you do it. " You nodded, trailing away your hands to reach for the needle and his Zippo lighter. " Alright. Are your ears numb enough? "

" Hm-mph, " He hummed, holding up an ice pack to his ear before pulling it back to his lap. " Okay, put the dapple behind your ear and you'll then feel a light pinch. "

As he did what's he was told, you lit up the sharp needle with the small trickling flame of his lighter then shutting it close with a click before inching closer to him. Whispering, " If something's wrong, tell me. "

" Yeah, yeah, i hear you. "

" Good. " As the sharp end punctured his flesh, you saw his expression curled on its own. And voila! A black stud had accessories one of his ears, you then moved to the next one. And you were done.

" You have to leave it one for at least. . a week, even then I don't recommend sleeping on your sides. " You commented as he got up to check them in the mirror, tilting his head side to side as the ends of his mouth curled slightly. " And wash it a few times with salt water so it doesn't get affected, I'll help you with that. "

He turned to you with a content look. And you smiled back, leaning across the wall behind you with arms crossed. " You goin' to show off my work to Drake? "

" Totally. " He inched closer with a step closer, " But before that. . . " He trailed off, as warm familiar lips went to meet yours in a long lasting peck, " Thank you. " He whispered.

You warmly smiled, " You're welcome. "

[b1ancastar]

Can I ask you to make a dottore x male reader (or gn reader)? Dottore who feels jealous when he realizes the reader is not in his lab because he's too busy with his experiments and finds the reader in the library with pantalone.

(Oh sorry if my language might be hard to understand, English is not my first language😭)

AHHH Anon you are curing my brainrot of this man. (ur english is better than mine and I'm a native speaker </3)

Library Chills (Dottore X Male/GN Reader)

He knew something was up, watching as the clock hit one. You we're supposed to have been there nearly two hours ago, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Dottore knew that you were supposed to have been there exactly at eleven sharp. He hard went on and gotten a head start on his latest "experiment" and had lost track on both time, and his assistant (y/n). Not many things would make him "angry," but you had promised that you would have been there. It also didn't help that one of his "co-workers" Pantalone had been hanging around you a little too much recently.

Deciding to put a little pause on this latest "experiment" Dottore decided it would be best to send his clones to look for you, and to bring you back, to him, and his lab. Where you belonged.

-

"You know Pantalone, if you wanted to know more about this topic, you easily could've asked someone else for help. After all I do think I'm cutting close on time to get to the lab."

"Oh (y/n), you know I would prefer you're help rather than someone else. And I still will never understand why you insist on being around Dottore and his lab so much, it must be horrible there... Say what about you come work with me for a day."

"Pantalone, we have been over this, I rather be in a lab than having to deal with your world of "banking," that just isn't my place. Being in that lab with Dottore is a lot better than that."

Pantalone let out a long sigh of disappointment. For weeks he had been trying to convince you to take a break from working in a damn lab, to get some fresh air, to let him show you what else is out there, yet you never budged, almost like Dottore programmed you to want nothing to do with the outside world.

He then glanced at the watch on his wrist, he knew it was a little past one, meaning he had at least gotten you to be late to Dottores latest "experiment." Yet he failed to see a clone in the dark corner of the library getting ready to report back to Dottore.

-

Dottore felt something that he hadn't felt in a long time, jealousy. He dismissed the clone that had reported your whereabouts and made his way to the library you were in, with that good for nothing banker.

His footsteps echoed in the halls, anyone who had been standing in his way quickly moved away, not wanting to be in his next big "experiment" Though he wore his mask, it was if the entire nation could feel it get colder.

-

It hadn't taken you long to realize something was wrong, from the smile on Pantalone's face, to the sudden shiver that ran down your spine. You quietly looked up and around for a clock, once you saw the time, any color in your face drained away.

Slowly, you turned around, staring Pantalone, with a gaze colder than ice. Knowing that more than likely Dottore was already on his way to your location.

"Pantalone, what. is. the. time."

"Oh it's 1:45, I guess timed slipped for us both (Y/n), maybe seeing that "doctor" wasn't as important as you made it out to be."

As soon as those words left Pantalone's mouth, the door slammed open. In the doorway stood Dottore. The second most powerful harbinger. His entrance made the library empty, except for Pantalone, you, and himself.

"Ah (y/n), you seem to be late to our meeting by about, three hours now. How about you run along and I'll have a chit chat with our dear friend."

"I..um..yes sir.."

Both men watched as you left the room, as the door closed behind you, they found themselves glaring at each other.

"So, Pantalone, you think it is... amusing to take my dear little assistant away from their work, do you?"

"Well, Dottore, I would say it is rather, amusing to see how anxious they are knowing that they are supposed to be with you. But I must ask... if you're jealous we were spending time together, after all they were just... helping me with this book."

"I suggest you halt yourself from making such, assumptions of (y/n) and I. They are just my little helper... in even that, I know you were attempting to have them relocate to your bank. Which I can assure you, that it will not happen any time soon."

"I suppose, though as much as I would like to... continue this lovely conversation, I must be on my way. After all the banks never stop running."

Dottore watched as Pantalone walked pass him, leaving the book he needed "help with" behind on a table. With a scoff he also left this library, leaving nothing but a chill behind.

-

You had been in the lab, cleaning the mess from Dottore's latest "experiment." Even as the door opened you stayed silent, hoping whatever speech the doctor had planned would be short and sweet.

"You do know (y/n) that Pantalone just wants to take you away from me... from us. Promise me I won't catch you around him again."

"I understand Dottore, I promise it won't happen again."

The end </3 might do a part 2 to include more romance and jealous dottore.

[nowoyas]

Koi no Yokan 3: guilt tastes like cola garigari-kun (Nishinoya Yuu x Reader)

First - Prev - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: once again, I will remind that if you plan to read the footnotes, ao3 is the best way to read. if you don't care or intend to read them all at the end without referencing what they're marked on with the text, feel free to carry on with the tumblr crosspost!

Summary: Popsicles with the guys and popsicles alone.

Warnings: some family-related angst

Word count: ~3500

"You know, when I said I'd bet actual money, I didn't mean you had to actually do anything. We didn't even say 'deal'."

He does not let up. You survived practice as before, with a bit more interest and a bit more focus on understanding what was going on, only to find Nishinoya waiting for you at the gate after you changed out.

"Your chance to protest was when I said I'd buy it for you this morning," he replies easily.

"I did protest. You ignored me."

"I don't remember that! Come on, let's go to Sakanoshita. We need to plan anyway, right?"

"…fine. I will allow you to buy me one popsicle."

"One box? Got it."

You snort. "Remember what I said this morning about actually listening to me?"

"I am! You said 'one'. You didn't give units."

That you didn't. "I didn't think it need to be said."

"Compromise: I'll get you just one popsicle, but you gotta promise to enjoy it!"

"And if I feel bad letting you spend money on me?"

"That's why you've gotta enjoy it! What's the point of life if you don't let yourself have something you like every now and then?"

You bite back the suggestion that you might not even like popsicles. There's probably a point where protesting just gets annoying, anyway, for you and the other person. And if he wants to, and if you don't have a real reason not to…

This, you think, may be what's wrong with you: you say yes when you don't feel like saying no strongly enough. You aren't sure, really, what else to say. So you let the pretty second-year drag you to the convenience store for ice cream you "won" in a "bet" no one made, and because it keeps you from having to go home as soon, you loiter with him and a few others outside the store. You take your time, hold conversation not to be polite or to entertain anyone, but because it makes the popsicle take longer, keeps you from going home for just a few minutes more. It does not make the popsicle taste sweeter. If there's a next time—and you suspect there will be—you'll have to push back a bit harder against the whole "buying you things" thing.

Your one consolation is that they're not all here for you. You doubt they would be, but still: Hinata and Kageyama have found some new topic to bicker about, the third years sans Shimizu are busily chatting over nikuman, and Tanaka and Ennoshita have relieved you of being Nishinoya's sole focus for the time being.

"So. [name]-san."

You glance up from your popsicle³ (cola-flavored, because you're sensible). "Mm?"

“I heard plenty about our practice match yesterday from Yachi-san⁴ talking to Shouyo, but someone didn't give her thoughts on how awesome we were."

You roll your eyes. "Uh-huh? That so?"

"Yeah! What'd you think?"

Tanaka and Ennoshita regard you with mild interest. Of course they do. You can't imagine any high school boy not wanting to hear compliments about how well they played. "I'm not gonna yell like she did. No shade to her, of course. That's just not me."

"I'm not asking you to! I just wanna hear all about how cool you think I am."

That draws a laugh from you. "Fine. I'll be honest, since you went out of your way to buy me a popsicle I didn't ask for and specifically told you you didn't have to buy for me."

"Really!?"

"Watch," Ennoshita says quietly to Tanaka, "this is the part where [surname]-san eviscerates him."

"It was fun. You guys are interesting to watch, and I could tell by watching you play that you're good."

"And...?"

"And I followed your advice by watching specific players instead of the ball." You pause, take a moment to save a melting bit of runaway popsicle from certain ruin. "I guess it was helpful."

"You guess? Who were you watching?"

The popsicle is really adding to this experience. Namely that it allows you a moment to figure out the most fun way to respond, which is, of course, to mess with him. "…Kageyama-san."

He looks stricken. "[name]-san?"

Tanaka laughs. "Man, no wonder you proposed on sight, Noya-san. She's perfect for you."

"Right? C'mon, [name]-san, hurry up and marry me already!"

"Nine hundred ninety-two, but thanks for the popsicle."

"I think maybe you should try making her feel welcome instead of pressuring the girl, but what do I know?" Ennoshita says.

"I'm not pressuring her!" he protests. "I even asked if she was okay with everything!"

"He did," you admit. "Oh—that reminds me. Nishinoya-senpai, did you wanna, like, meet up over lunch for the study thing, or…?"

He visibly lights up. "Right!"

"Study thing?" Tanaka asks. "What study thing?"

"Hinata mentioned you guys can't have any make-up exams or you have to miss some practice matches or something, right? I can't exactly tutor, seeing as I'm only a first year and have no idea what you guys are doing in class, but I offered to give him some tips for actually studying in a way that does anything. "

"R-really? Can you help me out, too? If that's not too much trouble!" Tanaka bows deeply to you.

"Sure, why not?"

"Not to get between all this," Ennoshita pipes up, "but you two definitely already gave up all of your lunches between now and exams."

"Chikaraaa," Nishinoya whines. "Isn't this important?"

"Sure, but not necessarily more important than you actually going over the material. Why not study on the weekend?"⁶

"Is that okay?" The two look to you.

You shrug. "I don't really do things, so I don't mind. Why not?"

"You'd really give up your weekend for us?"

"Oh, but I guess we can't use a classroom or something if it's the weekend. My house is no good, either…"

"Ryu, if you're coming, it's gotta be my place," Nishinoya says.

"Why yours? My house is perfectly good."

"She lives down the street from me. Makes more sense, right?"

"[surname]-san, are you really okay with that? These two can be a lot."

"Oh, I don't mind!" You wave a dismissive hand. "Really. It'll be rough playing without the full team if everyone can't go to Tokyo, right? And Yachi-san's already got Hinata and Kageyama-san locked down. Not that I think I'll be nearly as helpful. More of a longer-term solution thing."

"Do you think it'll actually stick?"

You smile. Tilt your head. "I'll see what I can do."

~

Nishinoya insists on walking you home afterward. You accept, namely because you can't really justify not walking with him when you're going the same way. You do not, however, let him carry your bag, although he insists pretty hard on doing that, too.

"I can't believe you said yes to Ryu crashing our study date," he teases.

"Date?" You raise an eyebrow. "That's news to me, Senpai. Besides, I didn't really have a good reason to say no."

"Is that all it is? Do you secretly just not want to hang out with me?"

"That's not it. I'm just too nice of a person. I'll be a saint whenever I get around to dying."

Yeah, that's good enough. The sarcasm soothes the ache just a little bit.

"Pretty sure you already are. I mean, I worship you, so—"

You snort. "No, you don't. You barely know me."

"I'd like to, though."

Your steps stutter to a stop. "Do you just, like, say everything that pops into your head, or like what?"

"Not everything! But most things, yeah."

"That explains the marriage proposals. You should rethink that, by the way. Pretty sure you're supposed to love someone before you even think about proposing."

"Haven't you heard of love at first sight? I knew from the moment I saw you that I needed to marry you!" He punctuates his sentence with a dramatic thump of his chest.

"Right. Yeah. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but love at first sight is a myth. Whatever you're feeling right now isn't love. It's just chemicals in your head telling you to find a mate because our brain chemistry hasn't caught up to modern society."

"How is my brain chemistry telling me to do something not the same as me wanting it?"

…he has a point, but you're the one who's right here. You stand your ground. "It's just different, alright? I'm not trying to be mean or anything. You seem like a nice guy. But you're setting yourself up for failure if you get attached here, and… I don't know. It's kinda obvious you haven't thought about this. At all. I'm not gonna be the one responsible if you get hurt chasing me, you know?"

"Is that why you told me to ask a thousand times?"

"Yeah, kinda." You fall into step beside him again with a sigh. "Mostly on impulse, though. It seems that I just sort of say things around you."

He grins. "That's love."

You're not dignifying that with a response.

"How about this? I'll keep up with my proposals, because a thousand is a big number to get through, and you stick around long enough for me to get to know you, and by the time I hit a thousand, you'll be ready to admit that you wanna marry me."

"You're impossible. Do you do this with every girl who gives you the time of day?"

He tosses his head back as he laughs. "Only the pretty ones."

"And let me guess, you think every girl's pretty?"

"You really are psychic! But, you know, there's only one pretty girl who's ever given me the time of day."

"Right." You pause, nod to his house. "Go home, Casanova. And don't stay up too late studying. Your brain can't actually form memories if you don't rest it."

He waves as he goes. "I'll pick you up tomorrow!"

"Stalker!" you call back in reply.

~

Okay, so that didn't go the way you planned. At all, really. So that's cool.

You meander slowly on your way home—just a few doors down, really not far at all, honestly, it's a marvel that you've never once run into him before—a bit wary of the thought that he might see which house is yours. It's not that you sense any threat from him. Nothing like that. You just… don't want any questions if he happens to recognize the house.

You don't bother calling out any sort of greeting when you get home—there's no way your father darkens the door before eleven at the earliest. Instead, you kick off your shoes in the genkan, nudge them to the side and out of the way so he doesn't trip on them later, and move right to getting started on dinner. Over washing and peeling potatoes, you try to think this whole thing through properly.

If you told him you were uncomfortable or didn't want him to, Nishinoya probably wouldn't press the issue. You don't think he would have even bothered checking if he didn't care at least a little bit about your answer. Admittedly, after the Shimizu-flying-leap-slap incident, he did seem to back off pretty noticeably, too. Hell, the other volleyball club members have made pretty clear that they'll tell him off on your behalf, so you wouldn't even have to say it to him directly.

But… he's nice. That's the part you can't seem to move past. Nishinoya Yuu is nice. You haven't smiled this much since your mother's death, admittedly for lack of trying. It's nice getting complimented every morning just for showing up. Nicer when it's a day you know you look like shit. You don't really mind the whirlwind keeping you from coming back to an empty house.

You always look a little lonely, Yachi had said. Does your suitor think the same? Did you look so lonely that he had to make you feel better even before he got your name?

Do you actually feel less lonely like this?

You set aside the peeled potatoes to soak and sigh. Grab the cutting board to scrape the peels into the trash bin. All this gives you is another reason to sigh—it's full again. It makes meals easier, sure, but it stings a little to see the evidence of yet another convenience store dinner in the trash.

At least if you go through with this manager thing, your father won't be hurting for food.

Maybe you should start learning how to meal prep in bulk. If you go through with this manager thing, it'll be hard to keep up with chores and cook every night. The last thing you need is for your grades to drop.

You're out of milk again. Running low on rice, too. You barely have the ingredients to throw together a passable lunch for tomorrow, which means staying up tonight to actually catch your father when he gets home. But as much as you can skimp at home—and you do skimp this time, not bothering to assemble a real dinner so much as prepping extra lunch ingredients into something that won't give you food poisoning—you don't need anybody bugging you at school about why you're not eating or why your bento is just seventeen aging cherry tomatoes and a rice ball.

No, there's no getting around this. You work through homework as fast as you can manage, then curl up on the couch with a cookbook and a notepad and wait.

You wake up to the sound of stumbling in the doorway. You're not exactly sure why you bother making sure your father won't trip over your shoes when he regularly trips over the step into the house proper anyways. He's sober, it seems, but exhausted. The clock reads 11:49 PM—no wonder, if he's just getting home from work.

"Welcome home," you pipe up when he's caught his balance.

He jolts, looks up at you with a deer-in-headlights look like you've caught him having an affair or something. "[name]. You're still awake?"

"I fell asleep on the couch," you admit lamely, then wince at the wounded look on his face. "Just woke up."

"Alone?"

You shouldn't have waited up for him like this. It's just another way to re-open old wounds. Just another layer of awkwardness in this stupid fucking haunted house.

"Yeah. Sorry. I just—we need groceries."

"Right. Groceries. How much do you need?"

This is the part where you try not to feel bad. "Honestly? I'm not sure. Can I just get a card to use? Last time I misjudged the prices and couldn't get everything I needed, and it's hard to plan without going to the store. The price of eggs went up again, too."

He nods. "Sure. Yeah." There's a moment where he's fumbling for his wallet, and then, he's thrusting out a debit card in one hand, barely even looking at you. "I'll get you your own card when I have the time. For now, you can use that. The PIN's her birthday. I'll keep it topped up, don't you worry."

You take it. It doesn't feel like a victory.

"Now you won't have to stay up waiting for me anymore. Just get whatever you like, I'll keep eating at work."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You should head to bed."

"Okay."

He pitches a plastic bag, the remnants of another convenience store dinner, in the trash. Stumbles off to his bedroom.

Leaves you sitting on the couch, a debit card in your hands, half-finished shopping list on your lap.

Leaves his daughter to handle herself alone.

~

You make it through the next day as easily as any other: a bleary-eyed morning ("good morning [name]-san! Please agree to marry me today!"), taking careful notes in class, lunch blissfully alone. Post-afternoon practice, you get changed and stop at the gate, once again hearing your name called after you before you can escape.

"[name]-san! Wanna walk home together?"

For once, you have a reason to say no, and so you do. Apologetic smile, gentle dip of your head in lieu of a proper bow. "Sorry, Nishinoya-senpai. I have to go grocery shopping tonight, so I can't."

"Oh. Wanna go grocery shopping together, then? I can help carry your bags!"

"I can carry them myself," you say. "I usually handle the shopping alone, anyway."

"But it'd be easier if you let someone help you, right?"

…it would be easier. No big reasons to say no, one lukewarm reason to say yes. "…why not?"

So quietly marking up your grocery list gets crashed by a chatty, pretty guy who happily carries the groceries and sometimes even makes you laugh. In the frozen food section, you stop when a box of Cola-flavored popsicles catches your eye.

They're not on your list. You don't need them. There is no justification for buying popsicles with your dad's card.

"You gotta let yourself enjoy things every now and then," Nishinoya reminds you in a sing-song tone.

You glare at him.

That night, your groceries are half as difficult to carry home. You don't let Nishinoya carry them inside, just have him leave them on the porch and you'll come back for the rest. Before you start on dinner, you kick back with a guilt-flavored popsicle and try not to think about anything at all.

Footnotes

3. Noya's favorite food is the soda-flavored of the Garigari-kun popsicles, but I was doing research for this fic and discovered that not only are these popsicles more of ice pops than ice cream, but flavors include soda, cola, and melon pan. BREAD FLAVORED POPSICLES, guys. I'm the bread guy. The temptation to start a kickstarter to travel to Japan, find a convenience store, eat a single bread-flavored popsicle, and immediately leave is so high I'm not even kidding. I already researched and, as expected, you can't easily import ice pops from a country a solid sixteen hours away by plane. I don't wanna visit Japan for weeb reasons. I just want to know what a bread-flavored popsicle tastes like.

4. So, I scoured basically the entire canon to break down how Noya refers to people. First, I checked to see if he ever refers to Yachi by name. He, in fact, does not.⁵ In canon, they only interact directly twice. Haikyuu is short on girls by nature of being a shounen about a boys' volleyball team, so Noya only ever actually addresses three girls by name in canon: Shimizu, Saeko, and a third-year named Aya on the girl's team in s1e18. As a result, there's very limited data on how Noya interacts with girls. We've got "Kiyoko-san" (first name, -san, "anata" as a second-person pronoun), "Nee-san" (she would appear to ask any of Tanaka's friends to call her that, at minimum. No data on second-person pronoun usage, which isn't common in Japanese anyway), and "Aya-senpai" (first name, -senpai, no data on second-person pronoun usage). Noya's pretty liberal about familiarity with people he likes—for example, he jumps pretty quickly to calling Hinata "Shouyo" after a decent first impression, but the other first-year guys remain last name only for the duration of canon. He cares a little bit about being polite if he feels like he should be polite to them—all upperclassmen are -san save for Aya, who we can assume he only kind of knows and therefore feels less familiar with beyond, presumably, "girl pretty". Generally, I feel like he'd dial up the politeness just a touch with girls because, you know, girls. All that being said, Yachi is an underclassman and not super on Noya's radar, so I feel like she'd just be "Yachi-san" to him.

5. Admittedly, I did not check back on the drama CDs, but as far as I recall, there aren't any drama CDs starring both Yachi and Noya, at least not ones where they directly interact. This is, of course, a shame.

6. So canon sort of implies that Karasuno doesn't have classes on Saturdays during Yachi's introductory arc—Hinata and Kageyama come over on a Saturday to study and Hinata's like, "thank you for helping us study on a Saturday!" BUT during that scene (s2e3 if I remember correctly) Yachi is wearing her school uniform. So, research time! According to the Wikipedia⁷ article "Secondary education in Japan", schools that do meet on Saturdays have half days and let out around 1. Later in s2 Kageyama also implies that the volleyball club practices EVERY day (by expressing shock that Oikawa has a rest day during the week), so I've decided that Karasuno has a half day on Saturdays, followed by a two hour or so practice.

7. Any teacher will tell you Wikipedia is not a source. Wikipedia is not an academic source because articles are subject to constant change. Despite my bullshit in these footnotes, this is not an academic context.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[imagobin]

❄️Winter King Playing Hero HCs❄️

Had this silly scenario, that given Winter King's... questionable way of handling relationships, if he ever fell for someone he'd absolutely try to make them fall in love with him by playing hero and saving them by problems he himself created... only for things to backfire. So... here's some HCs about that!

Don't worry, I'll save you!

Falling for you:

It was... almost instant, like a lightning struck. You were a new citizen in his kingdom, and you definitely had a way of standing out from the penguins and the other creatures that inhabited the place. He couldn't quite put his finger on WHY you caught his eye so quickly, but you did.

It wasn't difficult for him to actually crossing your path, the city area of his 'Winter Wonderworld', actually wasn't that large, and his frequent strolls around town made it quite easy for you two to get acquainted.

You were... understandably surprised that the Winter King seemed to love chatting to you every chance he got, and you two quickly became friends. It wasn't a difficult process, the guy had a lot of charisma, and his positive attitude towards everything made him a fun company.

However, what started as simple curiosity to know what you were all about, quickly turned into the King crushing on you. Your laughter was contagious, and the attention he was getting from you felt... amazing! Especially after being on his own for so long.

He wanted you to notice him too. And what better way to ensure that, than make you realize how amazing he was? (He doesn't know you already think that)

And now you need rescuing on a weekly basis:

Of course, when he comes to actually make you fall for him, he's... an absolute idiot; he's probably forgot how to woo someone in a normal way after hundreds of years on his own.

So he comes to the completely sane conclusion that the best way to go about it is is to put you in troublesome situations so he can swoop in and save you. That will totally not backfire once you'll inevitably find out.

Luckily, you never get hurt, but they can still be stressful situations: roadblocks, a sudden monster attack... and he's always there to get you to safety just in time.

At first you were totally oblivious about what was truly going on, and you'd always cling to him and thank him for saving you, which... only made the man want to do it more. It felt really nice to be able to save someone like that.

However, soon you start catching on. All your troubles seem to be caused by ice, the monsters are made of ice, the roadblocks and obstacles are made or caused by snow... And WK always seems to conveniently be close-by.

You decide to confront him about it, and after some pushing he finally admits that yes, he was behind all of that. He SWEARS it was just because he wanted to impress you, but don't want to hear anything else from him, you feel betrayed and you walk out of his castle holding back tears.

Enter Candy Queen

Freaking out:

What you were both unaware of was that a certain bubblegum girl had been keeping an eye on you two, growing more and more jealous of your interactions with Winter King by the day.

And the day she decided to kidnap you to 'keep you out of her love life', was exactly the day in which you and WK had that confrontation. She waited for the right chance, and snatched you away as soon as you came out of the Winter Castle.

WK saw everything, and instantly freaked out, he knew Candy Queen too well to think for even a second that you'd be okay.

This immediate freak-out... shocks him. His heart is pounding with worry for someone other than himself. All this time he thought all he enjoyed about you was all the attention you'd give him, but... he actually cared about YOU.

He couldn't just let things play out, he had to save you, even if you were still mad at him, he was not going to let anyone harm you.

True feelings:

Rescuing you from Candy Queen's grasp wasn't going to be a challenge at all, as the crown's powers easily surpassed anything she could do. He just had to be quick, he knew CQ could be very unpredictable, he dreaded to think what she could be doing to you-

What he was most worried about, was how you'd react, he knew you were mad at him, what if you thought that getting kidnapped by CQ wasn't just another one of his plans to play hero? What if you refused to be saved??

WK manages to get to you just in time, before Candy Queen blends you up and bakes you into another one of her candy servants. freezing everything over, stopping the blades right in time and freeing you from the ropes.

You're still upset at him though, about to ask him why he's there, but then you feel Winter King hug you, not in the usual way though, with that odd air of superiority he always had, no... this time you can feel him shake, his hands are trembling.

"I'm so sorry..." there's a slight cracking in his voice, which hits you deeply. If there's one thing the King never did before was apologize. In this moment, he'd want nothing more than a kiss, but he knows it's too soon, that he'll have to regain your trust.

But... he's fine with that, he doesn't mind to wait, as long as you're willing to give him another chance. He wants to fix his mistakes, be honest from now on. You're the first person in centuries who's managed to warm his heart again, and he wants to prove that to you. ... Will you let him?

---

[obeymematches]

Hello! Are you taking matchup requests? If yes, I'd like to send one in for Obey Me. I'd like a pina colada please

I'll go by ⭐. My pronouns are she/her and I'm demisexual

Appearance: I am South Asian with long wavy black hair. Usually tie my hair in a half ponytail at the back because I like how it looks and I don't really like the feeling of hair on my shoulders. I am 165 cm tall and reasonably fit

Personality: I'm calm, collected and hardworking. I can be a bit aloof and arrogant sometimes, but I make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am curious and perfectionistic, and I'm also pretty academically smart (though I sometimes struggle with impostor syndrome lol). The gifted kid burnout syndrome is catching up, though. People say I do have a bit of a cold facade, but once they get to know me, they say I'm much warmer and gentler than they initially thought. I care deeply for my friends and my family, so I'll do whatever I can for them. I do face a lot of pressures too from having to be the perfect oldest daughter, the therapist friend (despite psychology not being my major, more of a special interest) and from having to do well in school (as much as I enjoy engineering, it is kicking my ass low-key). It may not look like it, but I'm very much a romantic, but I'm more practical about it if that makes any sense 😅😅

I often bake my closest friends and family a cake on their birthday with a silly message written on it. I also has a soft spot (special interest) for outer space and love to stargaze wherever the skies are clear. Don't know if this is important, but I do make some pretty mean South Asian food if I do say so myself

Likes: Books, herbal tea, art, lofi hip-hop, video games, anime, drawing, spicy food, affogato, outer space

Dislikes: Incompetence, unnecessary conflicts, bullies, fake friends dishonesty, cruelty, dog-eared book pages, anyone who dares threaten my family, loud noises, itchy fabrics

oh! we've done an exchange not too long ago.

I've decided to match you with Solomon.

• Your academia vibes definitely match his; don’t get me wrong, although he is a master of many things, unfortunately he isn’t a fashion icon (yet?) but he thinks academia style looks elegant / cute depending on the day. • It just means that he is attracted to you at first sight. Which is always a good start, even if you don’t elope into a long talk the very first time you meet. • (Bet she looking 🔥 when she feels comfortable and cute!) • To be fair he isn’t here to make friends with humans; he was fine neglecting the human world for several decades. He isn’t going to care more, now that another human is here…. but curiosity got the best of him and eventually he made sure to meet you before classes. (No. He didn’t attend that class.) • After your quick chat it became a weekly habit of his, to meet you there and then, start some kind of conversation (you’d think he was awkward and you’d be very wrong. Listen he communicates and manipluates his ways into forming a pact with almost every person there.) • It only starts getting awkward when he starts to like your personality for real real. For example this week he arrived 5 mins earlier and was waiting for you. • After a while you two found yourselves in front of your class’s door 20 minutes (!) before it would begin. Huh. • He liked your cold facade ngl, he likes a challenge. However, his ice cold frozen heart slowly, very slowly starts to melt as you warm up to him more and more. • He learned that you are reliable and trustworthy, which he very much appreciates. It lowkey made him want to get closer to you, I mean spiritually. Please help him with this or that, let me show you something, you must see this, etc. • This went on for months, you were truly good friends when he asked you the question you were excited to hear; Would you date me? Shall we go on a date? • Of course he jokes about it being a human thing and at first you can’t tell if hes just being funny or he is serious…. • By now he figured out that you like romantic stuff so if you agree to date him he is going to make the first date romantic just to please you! Possibly stargazing as you like that, or maybe a museum if you are not comfortable with meeting at night. • He secretly craved for a long time to have this level of intimacy with someone and so he’d make sure to please you; whatever you r love language is he does it to make you feel loved and secure! • The fact that you can and will cook is going to be life saving in the long run! • Some downsides of this relationship include him making dog ears to some of the books, he is always up to no good, very known public image so it’s hard to go out in public without anyone stopping you two (in the devildom, the human realm is safe).

My second option for you was Barbatos, honestly the only downside of that relationship is that neither of you is going to start and try to have a good conversation…. so it’s a rocky beginning, but if you get past that phase somehow, it’s going to be pretty solid if I do say so myself.

[dirthenasalin]

-- D I R T H E N A S A L I N

an independent, semi-selective blog for vela, an ancient elf dragon age oc with a verse in baldur's gate as a demigoddess aasimar. open to other fantasy fandoms. written by tori. 18+.

ABOUT | PINTEREST | #headcanon | #meme

other blogs: @selunaris & @sunweaves & @malaeficar & @veilblade

rules under cut.

i. my name is tori. i'm 28, from the uk. i work full time + have other blogs besides this one so please be patient with me when it comes to replies.

ii. i will endeavour to tag triggers and spicy content [#nsft] but if i do miss anything, feel free to politely let me know. this is an 18+ blog, there will be 18+ content on it. anonymous will also be switched off if anyone decides to use it to be rude.

iii. i am a mutuals only blog. if i follow you, it is because i want to write with you. i typically don't do mains / exclusives.

iv. memes are the best way to break the ice and interact. i put all ic asks in text posts so you can easily reblog them and continue them as threads if you wish. if you wish to plot, feel free to dive into my dms or even to ask for my discord. just note that i do not rp over discord, only chat and plot ooc.

v. i am open to pre-establishing things so our first interactions are not always introductions, which get boring fast. i do also enjoy shipping and writing spicy content - those types of memes are open to everyone also and can be its own contained non-canon thing if you wish. actual established ships need discussion, however.

vi. i do try to interact with all my followers be it through engaging with headcanon posts, sending memes, etc. however, if i notice that the interaction is one-way and i'm the only one sending things etc, then i'll eventually just stop. rp is a two-way street, please don't rely on me to constantly initiate interactions. if i send things and notice that nothing gets replied to, again, i will stop sending things for a while.

if i decide that it's just not working and i'm not vibing with your content, it's not a slight on you. it's just not meant to be. i tend to softblock and would prefer to be softblocked in return but do whatever you need to.

[baddieladdie]

In my Sanctuary, Valentine

Chapter 1 Rating: G

Part II Link

Nick Valentine sat upright on a red crushed velvet chaise. The brim of his hat disguised his eyes as he looked down at the hands that hung in his lap. Waiting.

"Hey, Valentine" I gave a half hearted wave as I walked towards the gen-1 synth I was fortunate enough to call friend. His somber glowing eyes slowly met mine as I stopped still before him.

"Hope you got what you were looking for inside my head. Heh. I was right. Should've killed you when you were on ice." The usual milk of human kindness Nick’s voice possessed was gone. Only the familiar voice of the murderous bastard who took my son. Kellogg. 

"You… feeling alright Nick?" Panic crept up my spine as my mouth went dry. He knew the risks. He was so insistent…and without him-

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” Nick responded in his usual gruff, but tender tone.

"You sounded like Kellogg just then."

"Did I?” Nick blinked. “Amari said there might be some "mnemonic impressions" left over…Anyway, I feel fine, so let's get going.” He paused, noticing Preston across the room chatting with Irma. “Or I could head back to Diamond City, since you've got company already."

"Thanks for offering, but I want you with me on this, Nick.” I waved over to Preston, motioning for him to approach. 

“Preston, could you head back to the Castle? There's more than anyone’s fair share of work needed there to restore the Caste to its former glory. I can meet you there after I take Nick to sanctuary. I’m not sure how long I will be gone, but there’s more than enough to keep you busy. If you run into any trouble, broadcast it on Radio Freedom. I’ll have my pip boy tuned in as we travel to Sanctuary.”

"Good plan, General. I know I'm leaving her in good hands, Nick." Preston smiled, tipping his hat slightly in respect. "Be careful out there"

"I'll keep out of trouble if she does" Nick chuckled in response.

I extended my open hand, ready to finally hit the road. "Let's get going, Nick"

"Been one heck of a ride so far." Nick took my hand and I pulled him to his feet. "Let's see where it takes us next."

----------------------------------------------------

"So why make a detour to Sanctuary? Need something?" Nick asked, his stride parallel to mine. I looked up at the towering Red Rocket sign that blocked the sun, casting a cool shadow on us - an already chilly autumn day. "Yeah, you could say that." I shrugged.

"Well, alright. What are we looking for?" 

"Remember when I mentioned I had served in the military before I had Shaun?" Nick gave a slow, apprehensive nod. "I didn't mention which division. I worked in R&D as an electrical engineer. Some of my research may very well have ended up in the wrong hands. Perhaps the hands of the institute. We closely worked with C.I.T.. I had a workshop in my basement, stocked with supplies for my engineering hobbies. Some of it undamaged by the nuclear fallout."

"Sure, sure. But why send Preston to the Castle? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be back on the road with you, but you two seemed like you were in the middle of something."

I swallowed my concern as we passed the signature welcome sign, now barely legible after 200 years of neglect. Kellogg was frightening. But the thought of losing my first and most trusted friend in this hellscape of a wasteland was worse. I killed Kellogg. He died like any man, if you could still call that cyborg a man. To lose Nicky - it wasn’t a tangible fear or mortal foe. Just a reminder that the loss of my pre-war life couldn’t stop my ability to love. Frightening but exhilarating all the same.

"You sounded like Kellogg, Nick. His voice...it's unmistakable. His cold voice coming from your body.” My fingers dragged along the rusty tip of the empty mailbox leaving orange dust on my finger tips. “I need to know you’re okay."

"Amari mentioned side effects-" Nick started before I interrupted him, pausing to face him at the doorway of what remained of my home.

"And I want to make sure that's all they are. I can't have my best friend turning into my worst enemy - or worse -  because he wanted to help me find my son."

“I certainly hope that never happens. If you think you can help, then I’m all for it. Lead the way.” He paused for a moment, following me inside. “And - Thanks”

-------------------------------------------------------

"Please, have a seat," I motioned to the cushioned, armless chair I had dragged into the center of my workspace. It had survived the blast relatively well. I thanked my lucky stars I moved my equipment out of Shaun’s room and into our cement basement. 

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Nick seated himself comfortably, watching me sort through my equipment. Electrical lubricating oil. Magnifier. Circuit tool set. Soldering iron. Few more things...I piled my things onto a surgical tray I placed next to the cushioned chair. “Alright, that should be everything. Shall we take a closer look at those circuits?”

“No time like the present. Where did you have in mind?” 

My eyes darted from the exposed steel on his face to the skeletal aluminum hand that drummed on his thigh. The exposed circuitry by his ear there…If the institute created synths based on human design, then the motherboard should be accessible from there…But Nick’s sitting in my one good chair…

"Mind if I sit on you? I need to get a good angle to check you out."

"I-um…sure." Nick raised his arms slightly to make room for my waist as I lowered myself down on him, our faces inches apart. His arms found a resting spot just behind my ass.

“Comfortable enough for you?” Valentine chuckled. “‘Suppose I can add ‘chair’ to the list of services I provide.” I stifled a smile, acutely aware that this is the closest we have been together. It was only from here I noticed the distinct smell of burnt copper. A circuit must have shorted out. Easy fix, just need to redirect from the damaged part. A seared circuit should be easy enough to see… I clicked my flashlight on and gestured to the right. “Look over here, Nicky. I'm gonna take a look through this crevice in your neck here."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Nick Valentine : POV

He couldn't find a place for his hands. Nick Valentine-the-synth hadn’t been this close to a human woman yet, there never was a reason to. Between the anti-synth rhetorique and his own complicated existence, it wasn’t something he had sought out - despite the institute being ‘generous’ enough to ensure he could pass as human - parts ‘n’ all. Nick Valentine-the-human, however, remembered exactly what it was like. Jennifer Lands had been his girl long, long ago. 

Nora's soft breast pressed tightly against the well worn fabric of his dress shirt. Her bosom tenderly brushed between his suspenders as she observed the inside of his metal mind. She mumbled frustratedly under her breath, searching for any damage.

Her weight suddenly shifted down on his member, sending an electrical shock of pleasure and surprise up his spine. A groan broke through his lips from the sensation, guttural and primal. Nora’s warm finger guided his face directly to her worried gaze. Those eyes…Nick hadn’t noticed she had brown in those emerald green eyes of hers.

“Am I hurting you?” She asked, her voice was soft and caring. So unlike the wasteland her vault had protected her from.

“Not at all, far from it. Please continue.” He smiled in return. 

“Good, I’m almost finished here. Turns out Kellogg’s memory chip wasn’t completely disconnected. Now, hold still please, this requires precision.”

Nora pivoted Nick’s head to the side and reached for the magnifying glass and tweezers kept on the surgical tray. She pressed herself tightly against him, pinning him to the chair. He could feel each subtle motion of her breasts, hips, and ass as she adjusted to work in the narrow exposed face. Pressure began building against trousers as her hips jerked forward into his. Trying to get a closer view, most likely. But damn…did it feel like something else…something the old Nick remembered and his subroutines understood. 

“I - Nick please, I’m trying to focus,” Nora teased, her delicate thumb stroking Nick’s cheek, the other holding the tweezers. 

“I can’t help it,” The words stumbling out of his mouth awkwardly.

“I - Oh, Really? I didn’t know you had feelings for me.”

“With your son…your husband…I figured it was in bad taste”

“Believe me, Nick, there is nothing I want more. The last thing I want is to be alone right now”

“Well then…what would that make us? Are we still partners or something more?”

“Anything you want to be, Valentine,” She flirted back. 

Nick took a moment to process, feeling out the gravity of the conversation. She was human, after all. A woman out of time, unsoiled by 200 years of mayhem. He could hardly say the same for himself. He’d say his body had seen better days, but he wasn’t even the institute's best work. Nick rested his skeletal hand on her exposed thigh, it was cool to the touch. The ratty skirt he had bought for her from Fallon’s had quickly become her favorite. Nick wouldn’t admit it directly, but he admired how lovely she looked too. 

“But..a body in tatters and a head full of memories belonging to another man…might make things though sometimes. So…knowing that…are you in?” He asked hesitantly, begging her to say yes but willing to let her go at a simple no.

“Of course I am. I’m not a simple case either. And, Nick, I can’t help the way that I feel…I’m in love with you”

“I, uh…uh well, I love you too. Maybe that's all that matters.

Soft lips pressed against his in the dusty basement. Hands, delicate and whole, held his face tenderly against hers. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, completing the embrace.

Accompanying music, if you'd like: The Nearness of You

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

^ This is also published on my ao3.

Geeze, time just flies by when you're writing. I didn't get to the spicy content yet, but I'm at least at that point now. Ready to continue next weekend!

[stargroved]

-- S T A R G R O V E D

independent, semi-selective blog for amalthea stargrove, a rogue / thief tav based in baldur's gate 3. open to other fantasy fandoms. written by tori. 18+.

ABOUT | PINTEREST | #headcanon | #meme

other blogs: @selunaris & @dirthenasalin & @sunweaves & @devot1on & @stormweaves & @veilblade

rules under cut.

i. my name is tori. i'm 28, from the uk. i work full time + have other blogs besides this one so please be patient with me when it comes to replies. amalthea used to be on their own blog at this same url before and she used to be on my multi.

ii. i will endeavour to tag triggers and spicy content [#nsft] but if i do miss anything, feel free to politely let me know. this is an 18+ blog, there will be 18+ content on it. anonymous will also be switched off if anyone decides to use it to be rude.

iii. i am a mutuals only blog. if i follow you, it is because i want to write with you. i typically don't do mains / exclusives.

iv. memes are the best way to break the ice and interact. i put all ic asks in text posts so you can easily reblog them and continue them as threads if you wish. if you wish to plot, feel free to dive into my dms or even to ask for my discord. just note that i do not rp over discord, only chat and plot ooc.

v. i am open to pre-establishing things so our first interactions are not always introductions, which get boring fast. i do also enjoy shipping and writing spicy content - those types of memes are open to everyone also and can be its own contained non-canon thing if you wish. actual established ships need discussion, however.

vi. i do try to interact with all my followers be it through engaging with headcanon posts, sending memes, etc. however, if i notice that the interaction is one-way and i'm the only one sending things etc, then i'll eventually just stop. rp is a two-way street, please don't rely on me to constantly initiate interactions. if i send things and notice that nothing gets replied to, again, i will stop sending things for a while.

if i decide that it's just not working and i'm not vibing with your content, it's not a slight on you. it's just not meant to be. i tend to softblock and would prefer to be softblocked in return but do whatever you need to.

[tragicromanceisland]

Ice and Roses

Chevalier x female reader, Gilbert von Obsidian x female reader

Chapter One

It had been three months since you had left the comfort and luxury you had known in the palace. You had fallen back into your routine as a commoner with Rio by your side. The only difference is Rio was aggressively trying to convince you to date him.

You tried to tell him your heart needed time to heal. However, the extra steps Rio was pulling to woo you were slowly mending the cracks in your broken heart. Still, you weren't quite ready to date anyone.

In the three months, you still recalled the meeting before you left vividly. As well as how the people of Rhodolite seemed to be in awe of your choice of King. You knew it would have been well received had you chosen as the king since he was well loved by the people, and he too cared deeply for the people of this nation. However, you knew Rhodolite needed Chevalier’s intellect as well as his innate ability to always do what was best for the kingdom. That way, Jade, Benitoite, and Obsidian wouldn’t dare to take advantage of Rhodolite.

The whole room was hushed when you had spoken Chevalier’s name. Chev, of course, was not surprised. However, a few of the other prince's were as they felt Leon would have been the obvious choice, but none of them spoke out against your decision. You clearly saw and knew what they didn't.

"Thank you for your service as Belle (y/n). I'm sure I don't need to remind you of clause 99 or that your time here has come to an end.” Sariel announced.

"No, I appreciate you giving me the honor to become belle.” You then turned to the princes. They all stared at you. Some held a sadness to their gaze while Chevalier held the exact cold glare as when you first met him. "I wish you all a lifetime of happiness.”

It was the only thing you could say when you felt a heaviness in your chest and on the brink of falling apart. You curtsied and left out the door with Rio behind you. You left all but one stunned.

Before you stepped away from the closed door, you heard Yves and Jin go to your defense and rag on Chevalier. Surprisingly, you even heard Clavis say a few choice words. However, it was behind you now.

“Let's go home.” Rio spoke softly.

Home.

It almost seemed foreign to you as the palace and the men residing in it had become your home. However, you were foolish to believe such a fleeting fantasy. It was always going to end this way. In a way, becoming Belle was the best and worst thing to ever happen. You met some amazing guys, and yet you were never going to be with any of them no matter how your relationship deepened with them.

You shook the recollection. It would have been kinder if they had erased your memory.

"(Y/n), how about taking a break from shelving the books. Let's take a walk, I'll treat you to lunch as well.”

Your eyes fell to the pile of books in front of you. Rio was always looking out for you.

"Alright, let's go.”

Rio grinned as he held out his arm for you. Giving him a small smile, you hooked your arm with his as you left the shop. Stepping out into the plaza, you noticed it seemed busier than usual, but you weren't sure why. It wasn't a holiday, and you even noticed some of the palace knights. You furrowed your brows considering the possibility that something big must be taking place.

"Oh, you know what? I just realized we should go this way.” Rio announced, heading in the opposite direction of the knights.

You knew Rio was only trying to protect you by walking in the other way. You went along with it as you both neared one of your favorite lunch spots. Rio opened the door for you as you stepped inside. Rio followed in after you and the door closed behind him. The hostess recognized you both and began chatting with you as she sat you at a table on the second floor.

The two of you were discussing new book shipments that should be arriving later. You didn't want to alarm Rio, but the books you ordered were from Benitoite. You just hoped Silvio didn’t show up, though you didn’t see why he would have any reason to do so. You had no idea how the other princes were doing since the ceremony of Chevalier becoming king. That ceremony was the last time you had seen all of them together. It was a bittersweet memory for you, as they all bid you farewell.

Rio noticed you seemed deep in thought about something but decided not to ask about it. He was certain it had something to do with recalling your time at the palace. If he could erase your memory himself, he would do so. Though he did know one man who could. Clavis was still working under his brother, and he was sure if he wrote him, he might be willing to do that much for you. He would have to contact him in secret. Then there was always the possibility you wouldn’t want to erase your memories.

After lunch, Rio took you for a walk through town, and you ended up brushing off the memories. It felt nice enjoying the warmth of the sun with your closest friend viewing the beautiful roses of Rhodolite. It wasn’t until you arrived back at the bookstore that you realized why there were so many palace knights. Rio stood in front of you as you peeked from behind him to see a long-haired knight. You immediately recognized holding a document as a few men were sprawled onto the floor unconscious and wounded.

“What are you doing here?” Rio questioned narrowed his eyes.

The guard showed indifference and met your gaze briefly before your eyes fell to the floor, averting his stare.

“His majesty wishes to summon the former belle to the palace for an upcoming event.”

“How dare he wish to see (y/n) after the damage he has caused!” Rio lashed out.

The guard immediately pulled his sword, the tip of the polished silver blade pressed at his adam’s apple.

“I suggest you watch your mouth. This is the king of Rhodolite you are speaking ill of.”

Your eyes widened as your eyes flit to the guard. The guard was seething from Rio’s outburst against Chevalier. You appreciated Rio’s willingness to stick up for you.

“I’ll go…”

The guard glanced at you before sheathing his sword and held out an envelope. You stepped out from behind Rio and took the cream-colored envelope with gold embellishment from Chevalier’s guard.

“His majesty would be pleased if you come and even said you may bring a plus one if necessary.”

You arched a brow, “Thank you for bringing me the invitation.”

He nodded as two more guards appeared and took away the men who were on the floor of the shop. You didn’t recognize them and had no idea why they would be in your shop to begin with. They didn’t appear to be people from Rhodolite.

“What a jerk…” Rio muttered. “Now we have a mess to clean up.”

You sighed. “I don’t even believe those two men were the ones to deliver the books I ordered.”

“You’re right, which makes me wonder, are there people still trying to pry into Rhodolite?”

“Chevalier wasn’t the popular choice, Rio. I’m sure he has enemies, even if I never really saw any of them alive at the palace.”

Rio scoffed. “That’s obvious enough since he would just kill them off the bat anyway.”

“Unless he deemed them to have information he sought.”

Still, this didn’t bode well with you, and on top of this, what the hell did Chev want you to attend an event for anyway. You were certain you were done with associated with him it was part of clause 99 after all. You thought back to Jin’s mother, who had been the previous belle who had fallen in love with the chosen king. Then, he thought to Chevalier’s mother, who was in a loveless marriage, all for the duty to the kingdom to produce an heir for the king. It was no wonder Chevalier found emotions pointless, seeing how his mother suffered from heartbreak.

You slid your finger under the opening of the envelope and pulled out a formal invitation with gold embossed letters. Not realizing something had fallen onto the floor from behind the invitation.

You’re cordially invited to the debut of the future queen of Rhodolite

Place: Rhodolite Palace

Time: Six o’ Clock

You couldn’t believe it.

Rio noticed the piece of paper and took it. He would look at it later and see if it was worth you even looking at. From the looks of it, the invitation alone had left you disappointed. Rio clenched his fist, Just how much longer do you plan to hurt her Chevalier?

Three months.

That’s all it took for Chevalier to move on.

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to cry. He wasn’t worth your tears anymore. In fact, you knew what would hurt Chevalier more than anything. If he was inviting you to see his queen. Then you would bring a plus one. You knew just the man to bring. The only problem is just the thought of being around that man made you shudder.

“Rio…tomorrow I’m going to get in touch with the one I’m going to take as my plus one.”

Rio’s eyes widened before he frowned. He had hoped that maybe you would take him, but he could see you were determined to make Chevalier jealous. This meant you still held feelings for Chevalier, and he couldn’t understand why.

“Very well, we should clean up and then lock up the shop for the night,” Rio announced.

You nodded. You knew this was Chevalier’s way of telling you to stop holding onto your feelings for him and move on. This would work out well so you could show chevalier you had moved on, and he means nothing to you. However, the painful squeeze on your heart told you that was far from the truth.

[selunaris]

-- S E L U N A R I S

an independent, semi-selective blog for lunaris, a nature cleric tav devoted to selûne. based in baldur's gate 3. open to other fantasy fandoms. written by tori. 18+.

ABOUT | PINTEREST | #headcanon | #meme

other blogs: @dirthenasalin & @malaeficar & @sunweaves & @veilblade

rules under cut.

i. my name is tori. i'm 28, from the uk. i work full time + have other blogs besides this one so please be patient with me when it comes to replies.

ii. i will endeavour to tag triggers and spicy content [#nsft] but if i do miss anything, feel free to politely let me know. this is an 18+ blog, there will be 18+ content on it. anonymous will also be switched off if anyone decides to use it to be rude.

iii. i am a mutuals only blog. if i follow you, it is because i want to write with you. i typically don't do mains / exclusives.

iv. memes are the best way to break the ice and interact. i put all ic asks in text posts so you can easily reblog them and continue them as threads if you wish. if you wish to plot, feel free to dive into my dms or even to ask for my discord. just note that i do not rp over discord, only chat and plot ooc.

v. i am open to pre-establishing things so our first interactions are not always introductions, which get boring fast. i do also enjoy shipping and writing spicy content - those types of memes are open to everyone also and can be its own contained non-canon thing if you wish. actual established ships need discussion, however.

vi. i do try to interact with all my followers be it through engaging with headcanon posts, sending memes, etc. however, if i notice that the interaction is one-way and i'm the only one sending things etc, then i'll eventually just stop. rp is a two-way street, please don't rely on me to constantly initiate interactions. if i send things and notice that nothing gets replied to, again, i will stop sending things for a while.

if i decide that it's just not working and i'm not vibing with your content, it's not a slight on you. it's just not meant to be. i tend to softblock and would prefer to be softblocked in return but do whatever you need to.