#I WASN'T LYING WHEN I SAID THIS IS MY CURRENT OBSESSION

[rosybetta]

Who’s your DnD character? And, did you defeat a dragon with the power of friendship??

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Okay so when I say "defeat", it was more like "she surrendered", but a win is a win!! I'll get to that in a second -

This is Pip! Short for Piperre, she's my houndfolk glamour bard!! I'm in the process of redrawing her to suit my current art style, so this is the best art I have of her right now lol. She's just a little ouppy that plays the harmonica and the banjo and I ADORE HERRRRRR.

Her backstory is a bit convoluted, but the major highlights are: She was kidnapped from her clan as a pup and sold to some drow royalty, where she was trained as an entertainer/handmaid/servant for the princess (yikes). She escaped with a gang of orc thieves who raided the drow castle. She acted as their "distraction" getaway person for a while, until she inevitably got caught while distracting the city watch, so she ended up in jail.

I'll put the rest under the cut bc I got kinda carried away lol

That's where this new campaign picks up! I'm a bit busier than the other players, so my character needed to be able to disappear occasionally. So I worked with the DM and we landed on this... While in jail, Pip was visited by "The Jester", the main antagonist(????) of our campaign (I think?? It's confusing). He offered to free her and set her up with a secure comfortable life far away from the people looking for her... she just had to agree to complete tasks for him on occasion. When she made the deal, she was told it would be "nothing that would weigh on your conscience", but it turns out that she just has no memory of what happens. Long story short, when the rest of the party meets her, she's an entertainer at the local inn, and disappears some nights, waking up in odd places with unexplained scrapes and bruises. But she's not gonna let that get her down!

Buncha other stuff happens that I can't easily summarize, but anyway. The green dragon stuff!! Long story short, we've found ourselves in an underground fighting competition thing, essentially a dungeon crawl where each room is another fight closer to the exit. This is the opening "qualifier" match, so we're allowed to pick our opponents, and Pip obviously chooses to face off against the other bard in the lineup. What ensues is a brief but spectacular...

BATTLE OF THE BARDS!!

Pip pulls some showstopping bardic ability shit and the crowd goes WILD, her opponent forfeits the match, and she's doing a victory lap around the ring with the rest of the party, when one of the competition organizers approaches her. Essentially, this woman "collects unique talent", and was very impressed by Pip's performance. Pip politely declines because "I don't do residencies, sorry! ^-^", and the woman is like "Oh, I Wasn't Asking". And that was the end of the session for the night.

SOOO before next session, we brainstorm a plan. Essentially, we challenge the green dragon to a fight using the terms of the competition - not to the death, but each party wagers something of equal value if they lose. We wager one of ours, for one of hers. (We suspected she was holding a beloved NPC hostage.)

She accepts, and the battle begins! Predictably, it's a TOUGH fight, but she's not in FULL dragon form, just partially-tranformed, so it's a bit easier. The turning point is when our aaracokra monk, who is kinda the glue holding our party together, gets targeted. He had just dealt some serious damage to her (thanks to my bardic buffs), but left himself vulnerable in the process. The dragon goes in for the kill, delivering a wicked slash that sends him across the ring, unconscious.

He's making death saves now. This is bad.

The dragon moves in for a killing blow, BUT that gives the rest of us a chance to make an opportunity attack against her! We had some really ulucky rolls, which we explain narratively by saying we're all in utter shock at our friend being taken down like that.

And then it's Pip's turn. She turns and makes eye contact with our aasimar paladin. The paladin nods. Pip turns back to the dragon, snarling. They've NEVER seen her this angry; it transforms her whole demeanor. That's her FRIEND, and she is ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS.

Now, some background here: When Pip first met the party, her nightly disappearances were linked to some bad shit that the rest of the party was there to investigate. There was a lot of suspicion initially, but once they filled her in on what had been happening, Pip was wracked with guilt, and swore she never knew she was a part of it all. The aaracokra monk was one of the last to put aside his distrust, but once he did, he became one of her strongest supporters. He ALWAYS had her back, assuring her that he wouldn't let anything take away her freedom again, even if they didn't know what was causing her disappearances (and apparently crimes). He was the first to run out into the ring to celebrate with her when she won the battle of the bards! He means A LOT to Pip.

So when he's taken down by the green dragon, our little supportive healer switches into fucking Attack Mode. And uhh I could just describe what I did mechanically, but it's more fun to make it a whole dramatic scene.

Pip plays the banjo, right? Well, I decided she can probably pull some bard magic bullshit to make it sound however she wants... Mostly so I could justify using a certain song for what she does next. Imagine the opening notes of this song in the following moments. >:)

She strums a sinister chord, then raises her banjo up as if it was a bow, pulling back a glowing magical bowstring. As she fires, an arc of magic shoots across the ring like an arrow. And in that split second, a deafening, discordant screech thunders from within the dragon's ribcage, shaking the earth, shattering nearby rocks, raising a cloud of dust in the air. The dragon's scales rattle, bones crack, muscles shudder as this wave of pure sound thunders all around her.

Pip cast the strongest spell she knows at the highest level she possibly could, dealing enough damage to send the dragon to her knees. This buys our paladin just enough time to slip past her and heal our monk, stabilizing him. But before the dragon can fully recover, the paladin is back on the offensive, going ALL OUT, sword blazing with divine fire, body radiating light in a way I can only describe as Going Nuclear. She tears through the dragon's wing, and that was the final nail in the coffin.

The dragon, grounded and badly hurt, cries out, "I yield!" Our monk rises to his feet and looks down at her, tired but triumphant.

And THAT, my friend, is how we defeated a green dragon with the power of friendship and incredible violence.

[lizhly-writes]

hi! here's a bunch of words i wrote when i was supposed to be working!

There were probably better conversations to have on your first date with your fiance than "how are things going with your ex-fiance," but by the fucking gods, Shang Qinghua couldn't think of anything else to say. He was curious! He didn't write Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu as almost married! That must have been a disaster. Shang Qinghua could only imagine the terrible back-and-forth during their engagement. Dissolving the engagement probably would have made it even worse! There was no winning! It was a trainwreck all around!

Ah, but Shang Qinghua should really say something else. Why was his mind so empty today? It wasn't like Shang Qinghua and Yue Qingyuan never talked. They regularly talked, they had overlapping spheres of influence, logistics was sort of an important thing to leadership. What did he and Yue Qingyuan even talk about? Paperwork?

"The weather has been impeccable today," Shang Qinghua said, at the same time Yue Qingyuan said, "How are things with Liu-shidi?"

Shang Qinghua stared at him. Yue Qingyuan stared back.

Wow! That question, straight out of the gate? Weren't their former engagements off limits as a topic of conversation? Weren't they supposed to have small talk first and coincidentally stumble upon it? Was Shang Qinghua showing more restraint than Sect-Leader-To-Be? Really?

"I thought Qiong Ding disciples were supposed to be diplomatic," Shnag Qinghua said.

"I thought my fiance wasn't supposed to make dramatic declarations of love to other men," Yue Qingyuan said.

Haha. Fuck. Fine. That was a point. In all honesty, Shang Qinghua hadn't thought the news would make it off An Ding and Bai Zhan, and even if it had, he hadn't thought Yue Qingyuan would care. Man was obsessed with his Xiao Jiu. Shang Qinghua fully expected Yue Qingyuan to drop all concerns in favor of running after that guy.

Speaking of which. "I'll tell you if you tell me how things are with Shen-shixiong," Shang Qinghua bargained.

Yue Qingyuan winced almost imperceptibly. "I hardly think that's of much interest," he said, like a lying hypocrite.

"Then you don't need to know anything about me and Liu-shidi, right?"

A pause. One. Two. Shang Qinghua watched, fascinated, as Yue Qingyuan's gaze skittered down and back up again.

"It isn't that I mind, if you and Liu-shidi are involved," Yue Qingyuan said. "It's only that I need to know about it."

"Because you're continuing your weird hatesex thing with Shen-shixiong and we need to have matching alibis?" Shang Qinghua said encouragingly.

"I don't have a weird hatesex thing with Shen-shidi," Yue Qingyuan said, which absolutely didn't convince Shang Qinghua that he didn't have a weird hate sex thing with Shen-shidi.

"Of course," Shang Qinghua said

"I don't even know what that means," Yue Qingyuan said.

"Don't worry about it."

"It's not hate."

"So it is sex!" Shang Qinghua didn't say, because a long-buried sense of shame within him reared its head. There was something a little sad, a little desperate, a little hurting in Yue Qingyuan's voice. It's not hate. It wouldn't be, from Yue Qingyuan. But from Shen Qingqiu? It didn't sound like they'd ever really worked out the Qiu Manor thing, so things had to be questionable -- nothing as straightforward as pure love. And if it wasn't love, then Yue Qingyuan had to be wondering. What sort of feelings were tangled in that mess they called a relationship, anyway?

"I'm not in love with Liu-shidi," Shang Qinghua offered as a concession. He contemplated reaching over to pat Yue Qingyuan on the shoulder. You know, as a sympathetic 'that's rough, buddy' gesture between bros. They were currently across from each other, so this seemed logistically difficult, but he could totally walk over if --

"Is it a weird hatesex thing?" Yue Qingyuan said.

Shang Qinghua choked on nothing. Yue Qingyuan smiled, just a little wry.

Yue-shixiong apparently had a sense of humor under all that perfect proper Qiong Ding bullshit!

"This is why we should get married," Shang Qinghua said. "We can have our own weird hatesex thing. It'd make Liu-shidi explode."

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Husband Henry VIII Headcanons (Romantic)

��� 👑 — lady l: This has been in my draft for a while but I decided to finish it now lol. Hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes. ❤️🧡

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, toxic relationship, mention of death perhaps.

❝👑pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader.

You had already dreamed of marrying a King, of becoming his Queen and giving birth to his heirs, a romantic fantasy that you and many other young women have dreamed of. They were mere fantasies of romance that you made up, but never really thought it would happen or become the obsession of one of the most infamous Kings in the history of England.

Your dreams remained as they were, dreams of a young lady. The King of the country where you lived was already married, so there wasn't much chance of you marrying him. Your family was of noble enough origin and had considerable wealth, but nothing too extravagant.

Until your older sister's marriage to a powerful man, close to the King. With that, your family immediately moved to the English Court, excited about their new status. Your father was particularly eager to marry you off to a powerful man as well.

Henry was dissatisfied with his wife, Anne, she had failed to conceive the much-desired male heir he so desperately wanted. His wandering eyes began to wander to the young women of the Court and when he laid eyes on you, he knew you would be the one to give him what he wanted.

Henry's captivating gazes seemed to follow you wherever you went and it began to unnerve you. A hint of excitement perhaps, but you knew it was a dangerous game to get involved with the King, especially when he was married.

Your parents were immensely happy with the King's interest in you. If you became his mistress, it would bring benefits and riches to your family. And when Henry got tired of you, you could perhaps marry a man with a noble title. Maybe a Duke or a Marquis.

But you didn't want to be his mistress or anyone's mistress. You wanted a husband and not a mere toy that he could always discard later. Your resistance angered your parents but attracted Henry even more. Your rejecting him has stirred him up, and bewitched him even more. Whenever you were in a room, Henry's eyes would be on you.

All of Henry’s attention was on you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He didn't even try to hide his affection for you, he sent you gifts and letters constantly. You reciprocated, sending him letters in return, but always remaining firm in your convictions.

Before long, Henry was deeply in love with you and quickly got rid off his current wife, Anne. When he asked you to marry him, shortly after his separation from Anne, you hesitated but accepted. You would finally become his and his alone.

Once you were married, Henry became more possessive than ever. He already didn't like the looks other gentlemen gave you, but now that you were officially his, it would be considered a crime of treason. And we know how he deals with betrayal.

You were his perfect Queen, so sweet and so, well, perfect. Henry makes a point of reminding you of that every day, about how perfect you were for him. He really was in love, so he kept on your side the whole time. His eyes remained only on you.

Henry truly values ��​you and your opinion. It is not a custom, but he would be willing to listen to your wishes and political opinions (if you have any) on matters of state. You are his Queen, after all. If it was your wish, if you were Catholic, Henry could even try to restore Catholicism in England.

He really loved you, maybe not in the conventional way, but he did. Henry would listen to your wishes, fulfill them and all he wants in return is his love. He will not tolerate people speaking ill of you and will condemn anyone who does so for treason.

Henry would be loyal to you, he would take care of you until your death. He wants to have children with you, a family, a male heir, but he also wants to be with you. He could be himself and not the King of England.

And when you finally gave him his long-awaited male heir, Henry knew he would never let you go or let anything happen to you. After all, you are his wife and his Queen. And Henry doesn't handle treason very well.

[simphornies]

Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ] A/N: I needed more Vox x reader content. Might be a little bit off character but anways. Let me feed yall the way I was

You worked yourself up to finally be working with the Vees. Your rise in the ranks didn't go unnoticed. If you were called to fix the other employees' messes, a shiver would go down the spine of the unfortunate one that has to deal with you. Velvette adored your cutthroat personality. You to quickly became best friends. She made sure you were wearing the latest trends and looked utmost presentable and in return you made sure her models didn't stay out of line. Valentino tried to get you to be one of his top showgirls, something about making you as rich and powerful as him, to which you impolitely said no. He didn't take it to heart too much and you two were a force to be messed with. You didn't mind getting your hands dirty keeping his stars in control out on the streets. Vox was a different case. He seemed to keep his distance from you. Every time you asked him if he needed help, because he looks like he needed it, he would say no and quickly zap away into whichever electricity box was closest.

"Vel, does he hate me or something?" You whine at your overlord bestie, "Oh if only you knew, Y/N." She laughs as she continues to scroll through her phone. "You know, for a best friend that says they won't keep secrets, you sure are keeping this thing a secret." You huff, "I just want to know why, at every given opportunity, he seems to just look away or dash into wherever he goes." Valentino slides into the conversation, puffing his smoke above your sulking head, "Oh, honey, trust us. He adores you. Worships you even." He grins, "He literally can't keep you off of his screens, babe." Velvette rolls her eyes, "He literally won't stop talking about you every time you're not in the room." She rests her head on her chin, "Have you seen the way his face looks when you walk into the room in my top outfits? He gets such a har-"

Before they could continue, the lights flickered in the room and Vox zaps in front of the two Vees that are currently exposing his secrets. "Excuse me, what the fuck are you two talking about?" His screen glitched a bit. "Oh nothing. Just telling her how you really feel." "It's not your How about you answer her question then fuckface?" Velvette grinned in his face before walking towards the door, "Have fun sweetheart."

It was not just the two of you in the room. Awkward silence filled the room. "So," You start off to break the silence but Vox cuts you off, "What did they tell you?" "Well, they just said some crazy things like how you're obsessed with me and stuff but I honestly don't believe it considering this is the most we've ever spoke to each other since I started climbing the ranks." You scoff, "Hell! I'm basically a part of the Vees now and you still ignore me. Do you...hate me or something? Did I offend you in a way? I just want to know why you're so put off by me." Vox's smile drops and he turns, "No. I don't hate you." He sighs, "I just. Ever since you became a part of the company, you climbed so fast and it caught my attention. Your bloodlust, your passion, the way you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty for the sake of the company...It was..." He stumbles over his words, "It was fucking hot!"

Awkward silence again. You stare at him and blinked a couple of times, "Excuse me?" You ask, voice full of disbelief. Vox clears his throat before continuing, fixing his suit as he takes a couple steps towards you. "When you and Velvette became closer, I was ecstatic. I thought finally the chance I get to talk to you but FUCK she dressed you so hot. That little bit did that on purpose." He glitched again. You get up and got closer to him. You look up at the flustered overlord, "So, do you like me then? Or am I just an entertaining toy for you like Valentino's toys?"

"No I like you! Fuck you make me short-circuit every time I see you in action. Val wasn't lying when he said I couldn't keep you off my screens. You keep me on my toes, babe." He took your hands in his, "I will kill any motherfucker that lays a single finger on your hair. I want to run this company with you by my side. So are you up for it?"

"Maybe." You pull away, "Prove yourself to me, hotshot. Maybe I'll forgive you for zapping away everytime I talk to you." You smile as you walk towards the door, "I'll talk to you later, babe." You blow him a kiss before leaving.

Vox stood there in disbelief, unsure if that was a win or a lose. There's one thing he knows for sure: he will never ignore you again.

And that he needs to take care of a little problem he has down there.

[ebodebo]

Can we please get protective Alex Keller🙏🏻🙏🏻

The Shadows

—basically you and alex have been dating for a while, and you go find him after getting attacked in an alleyway.

—alex keller x f!reader

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—graphic depictions of violence (like seriously) , knife cutting, choking, blood

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It was a hot, humid evening—typical of Virginia in August, unfortunately. It was a contrast from the colder, rainy days in DC you have become accustomed to. Even though it was only a couple hours of travel between the two states, the weather made them seem worlds apart.

The only reason you were in Virginia was to visit Alex, whom you've been dating for a while. He worked for the CIA, and they were currently collaborating with one of the most elite task forces in the country, maybe in the world, T141, which your dad is the captain of.

You were quietly lying in each other's embraces on the couch in his living room before he got a call from your dad saying he needed to report to the Special Activities Center at the CIA urgently. 

"It's late." You mention, glancing out the window to the sun setting over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window, feeling the cold swoop in as he let go of you to gather his things.

"I know. But they don't really operate on anyone else's schedules," he said, his voice hushed. He walked back into his room to grab a simple black shirt, casually slipping it on as he came back into the living room.

He sat on the edge of the couch, grabbing his boots and slipping them on. You leaned in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, lips ghosting over his ear.

"Are you sure I can't persuade you to stay?" You seductively say, pressing tiny kisses to his helix. 

"Baby... It's work." He groans out, grabbing your hand around his neck and intertwining your fingers, noticeably upset he had to leave.

"Tell 'em' you're with me." You suggest, laying your forehead on his shoulder.

"Somehow, I feel like that would make it worse." He lets out a deep chuckle before turning towards you and pressing a kiss to your temple. He moves his head down, hovering over your lips, but before he leans further, you slowly turn your head, evading him. 

"Give me a kiss." He gruffly states, bringing his hands up to cup your jaw. You lightly shake your head from side to side. "No."

"Sweetheart..." There was almost a warning tone in his voice. He tilted his head to the side, raising a brow at you.

You glance at him, impatience written on his face. A huge smile takes over your face, and you quickly turn to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Oh my God. Why are you so obsessed with me?" You jokingly laugh out, pressing your lips lightly to his. He takes the opportunity to grab the back of your head with his hand, pushing you deeper into him.

"I just am." He says, pulling back and smiling at you. You blushed, gently pushing his shoulder back. 

"Since when were you shy?" He snickered, turning back around to finish putting his boot on. 

"You're a loser." You turned your head slightly to conceal the color growing on your cheeks. 

"What kind of answer is that?" He cackled, standing up to grab his keys from the counter. 

"I'll call you when we finish. Okay?" You look back at him, lightly smiling. 

"Okay." You agree, watching him shuffle to the front door. 

"I love you." He yelled, his voice louder than needed.

"I love you too." You laughed out.

It had been two hours, no three, maybe four? You had lost track of time a little after one hour when Alex had texted you, letting you know he would be back very late, making you sigh.

You rolled around in his bed, unable to sleep since he wasn't beside you. Groaning, you decided to go to the kitchen and get some water.

Walking into the kitchen, you felt the cold of the wood on your feet, the sensation waking you up even further.

"Shit." You murmured, glancing out the living room window to the calm streets outside. A walk could soothe your mind. You thought, grabbing your keycard to the building and a water bottle from the fridge.

Although the days may be hot and humid, the nights are frigid. It wasn't unbearable, even with your simple shorts and Alex's hoodie covering your body.

You made it down the street, admiring the city's simplicity and warmth past the apartment complex. It felt nice breathing in the cold air and simply admiring the surroundings.

You were walking past a local pastry shop you and Alex go to every morning for a scone and coffee. It was closed, but even though the lights were off, it still looked so warm and inviting. You smiled as you walked past it, thinking about the scone you would get in the morning.

As your eyes continued roaming around the Greek restaurant a little past the bakery, you heard a sound coming from the alleyway behind you. You turned around swiftly, seeing no one. 

Maybe you weren't smart enough to know not to walk at night by yourself, but you were smart enough not to investigate a dark alleyway.

You continued walking, telling yourself you would only walk for ten more minutes, maybe less. The next few minutes were fine, though you felt a strange feeling crawling up your spine. It felt like you were being watched.

You shook off the thoughts as you decided to turn back around and just head straight to the apartment. You walked past the same Greek restaurant, then the bakery, seeing or hearing nothing odd until you were walking past the alleyway you heard a noise from earlier.

Your walking sped up as you passed it, but before you could comprehend anything, you felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jolt forward.

"You Price's kid?" a tall, masked man asked dryly as he gripped your shoulder. You were frozen in place, unable to form words.

"I asked you a question." The man pushed, his voice becoming more agitated the longer it took you to answer. His grip on your shoulder tightened, causing you to wince in pain.

"I-uh-I." You stuttered, looking up at him, grimacing. 

Although you couldn't see his face, you could feel a smile grow on his lips.

"Oh, Can't speak?" he sarcastically said. "My boss said you were free rain if you didn't cooperate." Your eyes widen, tears already brimming your waterline.

"Like a deer caught in headlights." He laughed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, which he quickly flips open, bringing it to hover over your cheek.

"No... please... I don't know who that is." You're surprised you even managed to get the words out. Your body was in such a state of shock and panic, and your voice and hands were shaking.

"Oh. You don't know him?" He pulls the knife away slightly, causing the tension in your shoulders to relax a little. Though, he's quick to bring the knife back to dig a vertical line into the flesh of your plump cheek, making you yelp in pain.

"You're fucking lying to me." He seethed, hands moving to grip around your neck, squeezing tightly, constricting your airways. You made a high-pitched squeaking sound as you tried to breathe in but to no avail.

"Why are you lying to me?" He brought the knife back up as your hands tried to pry his off your neck. "What? Cat got your tongue." He chuckles; the knife grazes your skin once again, this time making a horizontal line over the vertical one. 

The tears are pouring down your cheeks at the sharp sensation of the blade digging into your flesh. You almost wish he would just shoot you and make it easier. So, you wouldn't have to think about what else he has planned to do. 

"I'm gonna have fun with you." He says, hovering over your ear, bringing his face closer to yours. 

You had to think quickly. Or else you would end up God-knows-where, with God-knows-who. Your air supply was quickly depleting, so you had little time. You just thanked God this guy was such an idiot he wasn't even pressing down on the right artery, giving you some extra time.

You mustered up all the energy you had left, and in one swift motion, you swung your leg up to knee him right in the crotch, causing him to fall over in pain, dropping the knife on your face in the process.

You wasted no time sprinting to the nearest house and asking for a ride to the CIA. Truthfully, you could have sprinted to the apartment, but you had no idea if the guy was spying on you. You were also terrified. There was no safer place to be than with four special forces and highly trained CIA personnel. 

The lady who opened the door was rightfully startled. Your cheeks are garnished with fresh, deep cuts, with blood dripping down from them, slipping down your neck and pooling onto Alex's hoodie, and then your already bruising neck.

She let you hop into her car without hesitation and drove you to your destination. She refrained from asking you any questions, taking the hint that you were in too much pain to answer. 

The drive felt excruciatingly long, even though it couldn't have lasted twenty minutes. But adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and you could feel your pulse beating in your cheek. 

Once you had made it, you declined her offer to help you inside and instead thanked her for the ride. You stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door, your heart racing. 

Security is usually very tight, but the patrol units outside didn't have to be so vigilant with the specific personnel inside the building. You pressed your thumb into the finger scanner to get inside, wincing as the cold air scraped against your wound.

The door automatically opened, and you made your way straight down the hall to meeting room one. Judging from the guards standing in front of it and the lights on in the room, you assumed they were in there. 

You held your cheek as you rushed over there, guards extending their weapons as you approached them. 

"I need my dad." You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you heard his voice bleeding into where you stood from the meeting room.

"Sorry, Miss. No one goes in." One of the guards says, retracting his weapon and letting it fall back into its resting position. The only thing you were grateful for was the dim light in the hallway. You think if they saw you, bloody and bruised, they might take a shot at you.

"I-please." You beg once again, voice trembling. 

"We have orders." The other man dryly says.

"I need to see him." You breathe out, feeling slightly dizzy.

"We already said you—" The guard was cut off by Price harshly knocking on the small window next to the door they stood in front of, signaling to be quiet. You knew he couldn't see you; where he stood, the hallway looked too dim to make out a figure. 

The knocking made for a great distraction since the guards turned to face towards the window. Letting you slip between both men and quickly reach out to open the door handle, pulling the door open and revealing the influx of people sitting around a large wooden table, with your dad standing with his arms crossed at the end of the table, closest to the door.

Your eyes widen as they all examine you: your dad, Alex, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, Kate, and a few other personnel. You twiddle your thumbs as you begin to speak.

"I-um." You stutter, feeling your eyes start watering again.

"Wha- what the hell happened to you?" Price is quick to spring over to you, meeting be damned, his eyes piercing into yours, examining the deep cuts on your face. 

"Well... this guy-" Alex was quick to stand up. He couldn't stand it; he sat back for a second while your dad talked to you, but he needed to see for himself. He made his way over to you, wincing at the cuts and bruises tainting your skin. 

"Someone hurt you?" His voice was low. You didn't know if it was because he was trying to be gentle or trying to suppress his raging anger; you guessed the latter.

"He... yes." You muttered, looking up at him. Something in him shifted; you could feel it. It was something you'd never seen from him. Something he never let you see.

"Are you... mad at me?" You shifted on your heels as his eyes widened. 

"Absolutely not." He stepped closer to you, causing Price to step away, wrapping his arms around you.

"Baby... I could never be mad at you." He whispered into your hair, gently brushing strands with his fingers to soothe you as you sobbed into his chest.

After a couple of minutes, Alex stepped back and looked at Price, nodding to him. You used the back of your hand to wipe your tear-filled eyes, accidentally grazing your cut.

"Shit." You curse, looking up at your dad.

"Let's get you fixed up, then, okay?" he gently asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Okay," you murmured, bringing your arms to hug your body. Price looked over at Simon, and he nodded, standing and leading you to a bathroom adjacent to the meeting room.

Ever since you were little, you had been particularly close to Simon. You didn't know why, and frankly, he didn't either. Maybe it was the mask? You were a curious kid, after all. Perhaps it was his quiet demeanor? You were a talkative kid, so you would just babble as he sat and listened, nodding his head along to whatever you were saying. Eh, that's a mystery for another day.

"Sit." He patted the toilet seat and grabbed an emergency kit from under the sink. You obliged and sat down on the toilet seat. He pulled out some antiseptic and began cleaning the area.

"Gonna hurt a bit." He gruffed, gently moving the gauze around on the wounds, causing you to wince. Once he finished and began applying some gauze pads, a heavy silence settled over the small bathroom before Simon spoke.

"Hate seeing you like this, kid." His voice was rough, almost like he was holding back some emotion, as he finished applying the gauze and began putting everything back in the kit.

"I always knew you were a softie, Simon." You smile, gently touching the fresh gauze on your cheek. 

He huffs out a low laugh. "If you tell anyone, I'll be forced to kill you." He says, so sincere, if you didn't know him, you would think he was being serious.

"You're all good, kid." He said, gently tapping your shoulder.

"Thanks, Simon." You say, standing up from the toilet and bringing him in for a hug. You don't take offense to his half-hug in response because you know how he is. But, even though he's not too fond of hugs, he would never deny you giving him one. After all you're like a daughter to him; to all of them.

You step out of the bathroom as Simon follows suit, and you walk down the hallway back to the meeting room. Turning your head, you see your dad reprimanding the guards.

"If my daughter needs me, by God, you let her see me." You catch him saying, anger lacing his voice. You let out a little smile as you walk back into the meeting room.

"Hey," Alex says, getting up from his seat, his face covered in concern and unease.

"Hey," you say, wrapping him in a hug, to which he immediately responds, pulling back only a moment to gently kiss your temple.

"Can we... um... leave?" You mutter, looking at him. You continue. "Feels too clinical here."

"Yes, baby. We can leave." He kisses your temple once again, pulling back to intertwine your fingers.

You step out of the door and are met with your dad's eyes, noticeable tension taking over his body.

"Dad, I'm okay." You assure, letting go of Alex's hand and embracing your dad. 

"You're going into witness protection." He says, taking a deep breath to slow down his heart rate. You know he's joking, but some part of you thinks he might be serious.

"It's okay. I have my own personal security detail." You smile, referring to the meeting room with Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and Kate. Then, glancing at Alex.

"Guess you got a point there." He lightly laughs. "Call when you get home." 

"Promise." You assure, as you grab Alex's hand and continue down the hallway to the front door to leave.

Safe to say, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and your dad all extended their hotel rooms and pushed back their flights to help Alex track down the man who hurt you. Shit, even Kate was in on helping them. That man was going to wish they were kind enough to just put a bullet through his head when they were done with him. 

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Sea of love. Part 2. —Fermin Lopez.

Part 1.

warnings: none. fight, curses, angst.

words count: +3.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: English is not my first language. I apologize if there are errors since i use the translator mostly. thanks for the support 🫶🏻 there will be new news soon stay tuned 💙🎀

A kiss on your shoulder woke you up in the hot summer morning, you sighed with a half smile as you stretched your body, feeling your muscles groan.

A smiling, morning Fermin welcomed you when you opened your eyes, looking at his perfect face seeing you waking up.

"Good morning, princess" he whispered kindly when his face met yours.

"Good morning, Fermin" you greeted caressing his hand.

Fermin approached your lips and smiled broadly before he began to kiss you softly. You couldn't remember or count how many times you two had kissed last night. It was all so sudden, so special that you couldn't separate after your night at sea.

The young man leaned down between your legs, resting his weight on the mattress so as not to crush you and covering your naked body, starting to leave a trail of wet kisses around your chest.

You smiled when you felt a tingle on your skin, giggling a little.

"You look so gorgeous" he winked his eye flirtatiously. "I wish I could kiss you forever" he sighed hugging you to him.

Feelings stirred in your belly and stirred as you felt his warm lips on your skin. You two had wasted no time after that night and snuck out every night of your vacation together to make love until the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes you had to meet in secret places in order to see each other, especially when Gavi was around. Although you felt a little bad about doing everything behind your brother and friends' backs, you had no choice but to just enjoy themselves when they were alone. But you were ashamed to admit that it was more exciting and dangerous and the adrenaline was something you enjoyed.

A current echoed in your back.

What would Gavi say if he found out right now that Fermin, his best friend, had fucked you? What would he say if he found out that you were secretly loving each other? Would he accept that you were dating Fermin? The questions had haunted you all these days and you were planning what to do but now it was time to enjoy themselves.

You had tried to act as normal as possible all this time, not talking or looking at each other but inevitably touching when they passed by or no one was looking. At least for now everything was quiet and you had little time left to go back to Barcelona, where everything would be a little easier since you lived alone and Fermín could visit you whenever he wanted.

A sad grimace appeared on your face. You hated lying to Gavi. You hated hiding things from your friends, but you couldn't tell anyone, at least not until you were sure it would work. That could lead to serious problems and now that you finally had each other, you didn't want to distance yourself or stop loving each other.

"What's that little face?" he questioned amused, taking you by the waist. You sat against his chest and Fermin hugged you.

You shook your head with a smile so as not to worry him. It wasn't the time to talk about it.

"Did you know that when you took my hand in elementary school I didn't wash it for a week?" you asked him recalling some of your more embarrassing memories.

Fermin burst out laughing.

"You were obsessed with me" he joked tickling you.

"Sorry, Mr. Perfect" you laughed between groans at his tickling.

"I was too, cutie" he admitted. "When we had sleepovers with the guys I used to sneak out to see if you were awake at night" he said nostalgically and kissed your shoulder gently.

A smile appeared on your lips as you remembered every moment you had lived with Fermín. Your friendship had been something meaningful so much so that now you were here, completely in love with each other.

"Do you want to know something?" he asked as you traced imaginary drawings along his arm.

You nodded curiously, turning to look at him.

"I've only been in love with one woman in my entire life" he said smiling. "You" took your hand and your heart skipped a beat.

Feelings bloomed in your chest making you feel your cheeks burn. He had also been the only man who had been on your mind since you were little, even though you had been with others, he was the only one who really had a place in your heart.

"And you are the only man I have loved for as long as I can remember" you confessed shyly and Fermin hugged you tenderly.

"I love you so much" he whispered. "At last I can say it without barriers"

A few days ago Fermín had confessed to you that he had promised Pablo that he would never touch you and that he had felt pressured all this time. So Fermin respected Pablo and respected your friendship but now he had understood for love there were no barriers. He told you that he had done everything to forget you, because he could not fail his best friend but he could not fail his heart either.

He hated feeling that way. Seeing you with other guys, enjoying your youth and not being able to be with you. He had even hit someone for you one day. He always put up with it but he couldn't do it when someone played with you. Not when he saw you with a guy at the bar, one who wasn't him and treated you like just another girl. An idiot who didn't love you like he did. An idiot who didn't respect you or deserve you like he did.

Those little moments that fed your hope that he loved you too but then said he did it because of his codes with Pablo. Because it was his responsibility to take care of you when he wasn't around.

All those years of friendship, of hiding your feelings, of looking at each other sideways, of pretending, you could finally let your bodies speak for themselves. You're here, loving and caring for each other.

"I thought about walking away from you, but i couldn't. I kept coming back to you every time, when I least expected it" he continued.

"Fermin, stop talking and make love to me again, please" you begged impatiently grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him closer to your mouth.

His lips latched onto yours and he licked them wildly, running his hands down the length of your legs, caressing you gently. You belonged to each other, soul and mind.

Fermin was yours and you were his.

"Baby, I want to love you so much" he whispered as you kissed and caressed each other at the same time.

"You do it so well, Fermin" you encouraged taking his face in hands. "I'm yours" you admitted blind from his caresses.

One of his hands grabbed your ass squeezing you as you hung on his neck. His kisses trailed down your neck biting down to mark you.

A screeching sound startled you both, interrupting your lovemaking session.

"Y/n, it's too late!" someone shouted opening the door and your hearts stopped.

Your body trembled when Pablo's pale face looked at you with some suspicion and confusion. You swallowed saliva blinking covering yourself and moving away from Fermin but it was too late.

The silence was overpowering, the mood was crisp. Gavi's eyes shattered like glass at the sight of you together on the bed.

"P-Pablo..." you called out to him as you saw him getting angry. You wanted to get up to grab the shirt from the floor but Pablo was already on top of Fermin grabbing him by the neck.

"Fucking asshole!" spat Gavi giving Fermin a sharp punch in the face, starting to curse between grunts.

Horrified you dressed with the first thing you found yelling at him to stop. But Pablo didn't, he kept slapping and cursing Fermin.

"Traitor, how could you?" he shouted in disappointment.

You jumped at him trying to defend him, you grabbed his arms and managed to pull him away from Fermin, who was trying to talk to explain but Gavi wouldn't let.

"Pablo, stop it!" you held him in tears, but he was forcing to try to escape from you. "It's not his fault!" you shrieked trying to calm him down.

"You're my fucking best friend!" he pointed at him, sitting him down.

You saw Pedro and Ferran peek into the room but it was too late, Pablo had calmed down although he was still shooting fire out of his ears. You signaled them to leave and they quickly left the room in understanding.

They were both in a state of shock and clearly Gavi was too.

"You're right" he said looking at you just as disappointed. "It's your fault too" his eyes glazed over.

You could notice something in his gaze that you had never seen in your brother's gaze before. Disappointment. As if they had broken his heart and it broke yours.

"Pablo, please" you sobbed grabbing his forearm.

He let go of your grip pulling away from you.

"It was the one thing you didn't have to do" he spoke to the boy, now wiping his blood on his lip. Tears trickled down your cheeks and you tried to move closer to your brother but he stopped you.

He was angry, you understood. But you wanted to explain. This wasn't about betrayal or codes, it was about love.

"Gavi, brother" Fermin tried to speak.

"I'm not your fucking brother!" he shouted angrily. "Not if you fuck my sister behind my back" he said for the last time before giving you a look like before and stormed out of the room slamming the door.

When you saw him leave, you fell on the floor crying desperately hugging yourself. Fermin immediately crawled on the floor, holding you in his arms, comforting you as his heart broke too.

Maybe Fermin had been right all along and you didn't belong together. Not if you hurt Pablo too. Now everything was broken. There was no turning back now and you felt guilty for putting Fermin in this situation.

Why couldn't it be like you had always dreamed? You could hear Gavi arguing with Pedro outside the room and your friends trying to calm him down and talk to him about what had happened but Gavi kept refusing. You had ruined everything. The vacations, his friendship, your family, everything.

Fermin planted a kiss on a hundred then helped you stand up and approach the bed.

"He hates me" you sobbed sadly. "You were right, it's my fault" you apologized crying.

Fermin denied. "He feels betrayed but he'll get over it. It's nobody's fault, princess" he caressed your arms, comforting you.

"But... we did that."

"I love you" he whispered cupping your cheeks, wiping away your tears. "Gavi will understand when it's time, he can't stay mad forever" he wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to his chest.

You nodded sketching a smile.

"I love you, Fermin" you whispered. His lips kissed your head.

(...)

Going home after what happened was hard. Even when your friends tried to cheer you up and accompany you, you couldn't help but feel guilty. The trip home was long and not even getting a glance from Pablo was even harder. At least your friends were there for what you needed, since you and Fermin had decided to stay away until you returned to Barcelona and tried to patch things up with Pablo.

When you got home, you had let it take its time but after a few weeks you started trying to communicate with your brother. Your heart ached every time he dodged you, disappeared or ignored you. And you understood but you couldn't help but break down more and more every day.

Your parents and sister were back and you had already told them everything that had happened, they were happy for you and said he would get over it. You just had to give it time.

Your love with Fermin had grown now that you were free, loving each other when you needed each other most, supporting and understanding each other. You knew Gavi would understand, his heart was so kind but sometimes stubborn.

He had always understood you and Fermin too. If there was one thing that defined Pablo it was his kindness and empathy for others. It was only a matter of time before he accepted this. Or so you hoped.

You loved each other, you were not going to stop loving each other. Your destiny was written and could not be ignored. Sooner or later it would come. You weren't going to be able to hide it for much longer being so close and ignoring your feelings was only going to hurt you more.

"How was training?" you asked as they washed the dishes.

Fermin had come over after training to see you and you were dying to know if there was any progress in their friendship.

"Normal, you know" he replied lifting his shoulders. "Nothing important yet."

You snorted bringing your hands to your waist.

"Is he still ignoring you?" he asked with a grimace.

You nodded hugging him from behind.

"Me too" he said snorting.

"At least he agreed to bring me from Aurora's house yesterday" you sighed wistfully.

Yesterday they had gone to Aurora's house to have lunch with your family and after dinner, Pablo brought you home as they used to do every Friday. You thought he would refuse and that your parents would have to make a double trip but he agreed after Aurora convinced him. Still he didn't say a word, neither hello nor bye. It was intense and uncomfortable, you almost cried but at least it was something.

"Today he sat next to me in the locker room again and passed me the ball in the pre-game" Fermin recalled.

You smiled a little.

In one motion, you kissed Fermin on the lips, caressing his hair sinking your fingers into them. Gasping as you felt the butterflies flutter in your belly. 

"Do you think we did the right thing?" you questioned interrupting his kiss, Fermin looked at you confused.

"Loving each other" you replied.

He thought. "We didn't decide, it just happened."

"I know..." You fell silent as you felt the door to your apartment ring. Confused you raised an eyebrow.

"Go, I'll finish up here" Fermin said and you kissed his lips quickly letting go of the rag.

You ran to the door and opened it to see who it was.

"H-hello Pablo" you stammered seeing Gavi standing out there.

He scratched the back of his neck with a grimace.

"Hello" he said simply.

"What are you doing here?" you asked dumbfounded.

"Can I come in?" he questioned and you turned to see Fermin approaching behind you.

"Sure, come in" you said rushing over. You bit your lips nervously. Fermin gave you a look and you opened your eyes not understanding what was going on.

"I was passing by on my way home and thought I'd stop by" he walked in seeing his friend inside your house.

There was silence all of a sudden.

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Fermín kindly.

"I'm fine, thank you" he responded by sitting down on the couch when you instructed him to do so.

You were happy inside but tried to act normal, you didn't want to invade his space or pressure him. Fermin sat down next to you slowly and you looked at him slyly.

Again there was silence, the tension could be cut with a scissors. Everyone was nervous, for your part you didn't know what to expect. It was obvious that Gavi's visit had surprised them.

"I wanted to apologize..." he began sighing. "I'm sorry, Fermin" he apologized towards his friend. Fermin nodded smiling and you smiled too. "I'm sorry, Y/n" he also apologized to you.

"You don't have to apologize, Gavi" you said sincerely and he nodded.

If there was anyone who had to apologize it was you, it was completely normal Paul's reaction to the situation. You didn't blame him.

"We wanted to tell you but we didn't want to upset you..." you admitted guiltily.

"Our intention wasn't to hurt you, it just happened" Fermin finished saying to your nervousness and you smiled at me thanking him.

"I thought you would never notice" he mentioned with a small laugh. "I always knew that you liked each other" he remembered with nostalgia.

Surprised at his words you opened your eyes and gave a nervous laugh. Fermin looked at you and reached out his hand, grabbing yours to wrap it around him.

"I know you love each other" Gavi whispered "I always knew it, when you looked at each other, when you talked to each other, when you argued or joked with each other but denied each other because of me" he said with some sadness.

And it was true. Sometimes they were so obvious that even anyone who didn't know them could tell. But you had never thought that Gavi would notice. But it wasn't his fault. You had decided this as adults and if you had stayed away it had been to protect him.

"Pablo..." you sobbed running to him, sitting next to him to hug him. Your brother received your hug by caressing your forearm.

"I didn't mean to act like that, I was angry" he hid his face in your chest, you caressed his back comforting him. "I'm so sorry, I really am"

Fermin reached over, patting his friend's back.

"We should have never kept it from you" he sat down next to him as well.

"I was afraid" Gavi confessed. "I trust Fermin and I trust you too, Y/n. But if this didn't work out his would have to choose one of you and that wouldn't be fair" said your brother looking at you.

You both looked at each other, nodding. Fermin and you more than anyone else knew that was true. It was the reason you had stayed away all this time, the reason Fermin didn't reciprocate your feelings. But you also knew it wasn't going to happen.

They were so in love that they were going to make this work. Even if they didn't have Pablo's support. Their hearts were already bound together and they had hugged each other tight enough to let each other go.

"We were terrified too, Gavi" you said with a smile. "We couldn't stay apart anymore, we were hurting each other".

"We were going to tell you when we got back, we wanted to be sure about us and this" Fermin finished saying and you smiled at him. He always had the right words and you admired the problem solving skills he had.

Pablo nodded looking at you. His eyes now showed some pride and happiness, different from what you saw that night and that made you jump for joy.

"My best friend and my sister" he whispered with a smile. "My two favorite people in the world."

You stroked Pablo's hair tousling it a little. Fermin let out a laugh patting his happy friend's thigh.

"Shit, it really wasn't nice to see you almost fuck" he guffawed shaking his head.

Your cheeks flushed punching his shoulder, while Fermin kept laughing.

"Just respect my boundaries, okay?" he stood up from his spot. They both nodded. "And don't get her pregnant before time" he pointed his killer finger at Fermin.

"I swear, Gavi" the young man promised embarrassed.

Gavi nodded after taking one last look at their joined hands. Smiling when you rested your head on Fermin's shoulder.

"I'm leaving now" he announced kissing your forehead.

You took advantage of him coming closer and surrounded him completely hugging your brother. The warmth of his body made you think of your memories when you were little.

"Thank you, brother" you whispered gratefully.

His blessing was important to you, especially since he was part of your relationship as well. He was your brother and Fermin's best friend.

"Take care of her, amigo" he said greeting in a handshake to your boyfriend.

You smiled moving closer to Fermin and he hugged you by the shoulders, your hand took his. Gavi said goodbye opening the door before smiling at you for the last time.

Silence filled the room. You were perplexed, still trying to assimilate what had happened in there.

Your hearts jumping with excitement and happiness, your hands clutching tighter. Fermin raised your hands kissing the back gently.

"It's not a dream, is it?" you blinked squeezing Fermin's body.

"It's not, I think" he affirmed with a smile. "Or we both went crazy."

"That sounds more logical" you laughed looking at your boyfriend, his cheeks puffed out as he smiled back at you.

[tan1shere]

Film Wife

Young Miko x Female Reader !

A/n: hey all ! Some of you have been asking for this so I'm here to provide for yall ;) this is in English because I am not Spanish what so ever so i'm very sorry to disappoint but for all the fans who would like to read this in English this is for you girlies, enjoy ! (I'm so fucking down bad for this woman this was so yummy to write.) Also if you want any others with Miko please lmk ! Gimmie as many requests as you can think of :)

Summary: You know how theres a thing called 'work wife'? Your Mikos film wife ;)

Warnings: smut ! Mdni. Car sex 😏 don't ask me why but I just know this woman either has an army green strap or a rainbow one. I'm convinced!! Just filthiness like usual-

Pt 2 , pt 3

Masterlist

"Cut!" The director screams. You were currently on set of a singers music video. Everyone loved having you in them you were quite popular. You walk over to your manager, walking past the artist giving them a smile. "You have another music video later on." Your manager Stacy tells you. "Do we know of this person." She shrugs. "You might." She states, showing you her phone. You have a look at the photo she shows you. "Young Miko, or Baby Miko. She's filming a video for her latest song Lisa." You look over the photo, looking at it all very clearly. You were stunned, she was incredibly attractive. She was wearing a beanie, big short sleeved t-shirt, tattoos that immediately catch your attention. "Go home, get changed and I'll send you the dress code." She flashes a toothy smile at you.

Later rolls round fast, you were currently just sitting on your couch in your apartment scrolling on Instagram. Your curiosity got the better of you. Heading to the search bar and looking this mysterious woman up. You scroll a bit, looking at every picture carefully, you would be lying if you said you weren't already obsessed with her. She looks like so much fun. The thought made you smirk to yourself, letting out a slight giggle. This was going to be good.

You had arrived at the studio, seeing your manager and going over to her. "So, what's my part in this." You set your bags down. She points to a bed. "You will be filming a rather, heated scene on this with the artist herself." You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face. You enjoyed these types of scenes, especially when the artist is extremely attractive. "Sounds good." You head over to the bed, just getting into the clothes Stacy had said to. You weren't paying much attention when you felt the bed dip just a little. Bringing you to gaze up. You're met with those beautiful blue eyes. "Y/n? Correct?" You nod. "I've been told you don't speak any Spanish?" You shake your head. "No, I mean I might know the basics, but not well." She nods, herself. "That's quite alright. Good thing I'm good with my English huh?" She smiles at you.

But there was something in the smile, something flirty. "Action!" The music starts playing, Miko gets closer to you, slowly but surely. It makes your heart slightly race, she was so much more hotter in person. She was tall, cheeky. Just over-all attractive. She looks at your lips for a quick second then looks into your eyes, seeing her slyly smirk and lean into you. The kiss was soft, but slowly turning more heated. You put your hands so that they're resting on her neck, as she put hers on your hips, slowly pushing you down on the bed and getting ontop of you. Everyone always asks how you do these and not immediately fall inlove. You were the best liar because honestly it wasn't easy. Miko continued the kiss, deepening it. You felt her tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and how could you deny this oh so yummy makeout.

That went on for a tiny bit more before the director called cut. Signaling that it was the end of the shot. You furrow your brows, not expecting it to be so short. You dreadfully wanted more, but how on earth would that happen. "That's it for today." Stacy says coming over to you, your water in hand. "I didn't expect it to be over so soon." You state. "They got what they needed." She smiles at you. You watch as she walks off, knowing it's it for the day. You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see who it could be. "Do you do kissing scenes very often?" Miko asks, looking right at you. She towered over you just slightly as you were quite short, making your breath go uneasy for a second. "I do actually, that's one of the jobs I get frequently." She smirks to herself. "I can see why. You're a hell of a good kisser." You swallow at the compliment. Not knowing where all your bold attitude had gone to, but you were so hoping for it back. She comes a bit closer to you, leaning down to your ear.

"Why don't I take you home." Your eyes grew wide. Definitely taking up that offer right away, not only because you want to see where this goes with her, but because you had come here in an Uber. "I'd love that." She nods, putting her hand on your lower back. Watching as you walk to get your belongings. Was this really going to lead to something? Yes. It infact was. As you head out with her to her car you can help the butterflies at everything you're thinking right now. As you get in the passenger's seat, she wastes no time into kissing you, grabbing your face to bring you closer to her. Melting into it almost immediately, gaining that slight confidence and boldness back by situating yourself on her lap. Her hands roam your body, touching your waist, hips, sides. Even a cheeky little touch on your breasts every now and then. She guides her beautifully tattooed arms up your body yet again.

Sliding them under your shirt letting them rest over your bra. She pulls away from the kiss. "Can I take these off?" You bite your lip, nodding nonetheless. She swiftly does so, letting your tits spill out. She keeps eye contact with you, going to wrap her hands around them, lightly squeezing. Miko wraps her lips around one, sucking hard. Her hands held onto your back as she did so. You let your head fall back as she gently bites your nipple. Letting out breaths, even hearing a small noise emerge from her lips letting it vibrate slightly around you, as you put your hands in her soft hair. "Mmmm, please-" You purr out, wanting more and more of this. Of her. It was intoxicating by the minute making you more needy for her. She pulls away just admiring the slight purple tinge to your breast. She had sucked so hard it literally started to form a hickey. Her cockiness increasing at the sight.

You move your hands to her slightly toned arms, feeling the slight dents of muscle that formed in them. Admiring every tattoo on her. She gently moves your hips on her lap, feeling the friction of her thighs against you. You whine desperately wanting to feel so much more. "Patience Mami." She looks directly at you as she says that. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the name. "You wanna know something." You hum as she says that, her voice husky and lustful. "The oh so amazing thing that you're currently desperate for. Matches my microphone." She whispers in your ear. Sending cold shivers down your spine, her warm breath didn't change that it just made you colder, shakier, with need. She gets you to take off your jeans, but keeping on your black lace underwear. Guess she liked that.. Alot. You move your hands so that they're rested above her jeans. Letting them hook around her belt slightly. "Why don't you take them off for me." She looks at you, leaning back into the seat, and putting her arms behind her head.

You bite your lip a little harder this time, feeling your panties pool at this point. You do as told, unlooping the belt and sliding it out from its space in her jeans. You let it go into the backseat, discarding it for now. She doesn't budge, nor say anything. Keeping her eyes on you. You knew what was going on in her brain, she was filthy. She wanted to watch you do this all on your own, didn't she? You go to unzip them, sliding them down enough to get what you were after out, giving a quick glance and the band on her boxers, but immediately paying attention to the gold. And she wasn't lying. There it was, the rainbow strap. You could've sworn there was drool gathering at the corner of your lips, the thought of her sitting there, watching as you basically fuck yourself on it got you even more aroused.

Grabbing it slowly, positioning it at your entrance. Moving the fabric out of the way. "Rip them off." She suddenly says, eyes growing dark as she watches you. Your eyes go wide. "I'll buy you new ones." She subtly winks at you. You smirk at her, ripping the thin material in half, discarding that to the backseat also. "Good girl." That made you desperately claw for the strap, wanting nothing more then to be full of her. You begin to sink down on it, letting your mouth hang open at the delicious feeling. She continues to watch. Watching your facial features every time you'd move. Every little noise you made. She was stunned by you, how beautiful you were, how drawn she was to you. Keeping her arms behind her head just relaxing. She never takes her eyes off of you, only on occasion to watch as the strap dissappears inside of you. You couldn't help but let out a moan, feeling your breaths pick up.

She doesn't necessarily agree with the pace you're going at, so she begins to fuck up into you, making you latch onto the shoulders of the seat. Having your mouth slightly drop at the feeling. "Miko.." You whine out enjoying this so much. "Hm? Enjoying this. I bet you do, don't you?" You nod vigorously. "You're a slut huh.. letting me watch you fuck yourself on me. How very filthy." You bite your lip again, so much that it draws a little blood. The taste was irony, and bitter. You couldn't care less though. Miko leans forward, bringing her lips to your neck as you keep moving yourself on her. She sucks hard, loving how your tits had looked before. Wanting to mark a more visible area next. She moves the kisses from your neck, to your plump, slightly red lips.

She tasted the tiny bit of blood, making herself go crazy at everything that was happening. She grunts quietly into your mouth, moving her hands so they rested on your hips. "Gonna cum for me?" You lazily nod, feeling fucked out and tired. "Go on, I know you can. Make every director that's still in that building know, how good you're being fucked right now." That alone sent you overboard, feeling the knot tighten at her beautiful voice. You were inlove with it, scratchy but yet so pretty. She goes to your neck again, leaving kisses and a few hums, leading up to your ear again. She could tell you loved her voice, it's as if she could truly feel you clenching around her. "Mmm that's it Mamacita." She nibbles. "Cum all over me." And just like that, you did. Feeling yourself gush over her strap, letting your body fall into her touch and resting your head in her neck. You felt completely fucked out, letting out breaths as she gently rubbed your back.

"Im telling my team that you're gunna be in all of my upcoming music videos." You let a smile spread across your face. "How's that sound, film wife?" You close your eyes. "Just perfect."

[dollieroulette]

First lucky(?) haul--

Couple of years ago by now, I snagged a Mystery BJD via online estate sale auction. Her pictures? Atrocious. Her value? Uncertain. Her authenticity? A mystery. I had to have her.

She was listed as a "OOAK Custom Monster High Doll," and I had the feeling that she was likely to be overlooked by monster high collectors-- I mean...

I wasn't lying when I said the pictures were atrocious. But hey, what's all that? Empty spot for..ears? Huh.

These pictures were leaving a lot to the imagination. Reverse google image searching, asking all sorts of other collectors and doll enthusiasts-- with their help we narrowed the head down to a Turb & Roxen sculpt by Soom. The body, though-- I'd have to get her in hand. So I did that-- 7 dollars was my winning bid. A lil' extra for tax and shipping and I was sitting pretty at round about 21 bucks. Well worth the risk.

THE ARRIVAL--

She arrived in a big ol' box some time later. I didn't take nearly enough photos, but here are the ones I have after first breaking her free from her cardboard prison:

I posted all these photos in a BJD discord I'm in-- with their help, we were able to narrow it down to an earlier Soom Little Gem release. It all looked correct-- weird lil' knee and elbow cups, all proportions, hands and feet easy to match up. Exciting! So far, she looked PRETTY legit! Yay! Uh. I mean kind of. We mostly came to a dead end. Yeah, looked to be Soom-- was, y'know, MAYBE legit? But finding pictures of all the older Soom bodies was harder than I thought it would be..and it seemed like whoever owned this doll mix and matched parts on the torso. Confusing. DONE CARING I WANNA PLAY-- Whatever!! I wanted to get right to trying my hand at faceup-- something I had never really given a go of before. Lets clean her up.

Alright, no. Nah.

I mean, yeah, ok that's better I think. I even found some old eyes that looked pretty nice! Here's a couple of glamor shots:

SO! Where are we now, two years later? Well, we know a few things-- this doll is -probably- a soom little gem body with a roxen & turb head. She's missing her ears and the body she came with is not from the same set as her head. It looks as if she's had her seams sanded down and, I'm just guessing here, has a boy torso top and a girl torso bottom. I think. That one I'm still uncertain about. She came with no papers-- so I can't ask Soom to help me confirm her authenticity. I've tried (and failed, haha) to find the original owner via old forums and old posts and groups in the hopes I could just, I dunno, directly ask if they had purchased her directly from Soom? Failed at that one, probably shouldn't linger too long on that anyhow. Might creep folks out, haha. I DID join a Soom facebook group and a collector who looked over the pictures said she felt my doll looked in all ways identical to her own legit dolls-- but she didn't provide me comparison photos, so, y'know. Up to opinion there. And that, currently, is where we sit with Mystery Doll 1. All signs point to "probably legit," and yet, sadly, I still have no way to confirm either way. I've recently taken her apart and cleaned her faceup off, I think it's time for a fresh look and some detailed photos of all the parts of the doll. I'll list those separately, probably tomorrow. Did you make it this far? Are you invested in this mystery? I invite you, too, stranger, to seek out answers. If you have a lead, I wanna' hear it! :) Till next time. PS: My eternal thanks to the BJD discord group, folks on reddit, folks on facebook...ya'll have put up with my obsession and curiosity for a while now! Thank you for all your patience and help. <3

[basilbunnii]

what are your relationship hcs for ninajack?

chat this deleted my work so this is way more delayed than played

but thank you for asking

more under cut im a yapper abt them </3

so as kind of a foundation i think nina and jack have a super opposites attract relationship and i kind of touched on that in my phys hc post (check that out if you enjoy this content bee tee dubs)

for example, nina is super duper messy while jack is obsessively organized and clean from being an ocd doctor man

they really level each other out in an almost healing way and that's part of why i love this ship sm lmao

nina keeps jack from trying to be painfully perfect and he keeps her from being dangerously reckless and laidback

they also fit under a princess and knight in shining armor type thing for me personally�� and yes, i will explain LOL

nina, after being in a super neglectful and abusive relationship with jeff, gets to be with jack who's more attentive and caring towards nina, making her feel more like herself and leads her to being more in tune with princess treatment

jack also has relationship trauma, which i think anyone could guess if you've even just heard about the background story that the person who made sally's story made and not just seen the low quality mask photo story

(for those who DONT know that story and dont want spoilers for it i do suggest leaving the post now and reading it because it is a pretty common reference for the creepypasta fandom and i will be referencing big plot points)

so having the sacrificial college girlfriend (whos name i would look up but im currently on a roadtrip with shitty service) jack isn't used to getting anything back in return and/or being treated nicely without something sinister being behind it

but nina loves super unconditionally— which immediately contradicts that train of thought which would ultimately lead him to trusting her more and more over time til they're just at a point where they can both love each other without fear of the other person being similar to their past experiences and that's just so heartwarming urgrgrhh

the knight part really comes into play with nina being a bit clumsy and reckless because jack is constantly having to basically baby proof her experiences because she is so prone to creating problems

moving on— jack finds little acts of service that nina isnt really used to to show his love

like he'll make her a meal or get her jewelry or whatever just to make her day because its not something she got with jeff at all

which its more like it makes her month because she will not stop talking about it to anybody who will listen

that's just how she is— she loves very loudly

which is COMPLETELY NEW to jack considering that the sacrificial college girlfriend (i still havent googled her name my signal is somehow worse) was truly just there to lead a lamb to the slaughter

so when nina is actively seeking his affection and caring and loving for him it is such a new experience that i would think he wasn't quite sure what to do

guys hes a nerdy medical major white guy first and a demon second in my books he is an awkward man

but there's a want to be perfect for nina so he really fakes it til he makes it

but then nina is also a super-people-reader so when things dont line up she's immediately on his case

"hey man i thought you barely had any experience why are you good at kissing are you lying to me"

and then he gets a little embarrassed by it and hes like "i have no idea what you're talking about i'm just paying attention to your reactions"

she still doesnt believe him fully but she accepts it

they do cute shit together too

like they'll watch movies and tv and stuff together and cuddle

or nina will dress him up and buy him clothes (because like i said in the past post, jack is very copy and paste easy outfits and nina is obsessive with accessories and big outfits yada yada yada)

he'd probably let nina do just about anything tho as long as shes having fun and close to him hes pretty content

god i feel like i still have more lmk if you want more urgrgrhnmmhmf

[neonscandal]

Hello, I'm new to the jujutsu fandom, I've already watched season 1 of the movie and I'm in season 2 of jujutsu, I also follow the jujutsu manga, I liked your tumblr and started following you, I like your analyzes and you make me understand more jujutsu, thank you. I have a question, don't you think Sukuna is a boring villain, sorry, but he's too annoying, even Mahito is more interesting than him and it's impressive that Mahito gave more weight to the work than Sukuna, Sukuna killed Gojo and his death It had no significance in the work, it's something terrible, I think the author got lost.

Anon(s), please still try to be mindful of spoilerssss, even if, mid sentence, you just throw one up so other readers know. I'd appreciate it since, even though I'm not a spoiler free blog, I at least tag. I am no stranger to falling behind and trying to avoid leaks and spoilers, myself and my IRL friends are anime onlys to some of the things I obsess about. All that to say: I'm glad you're here (both in the fandom and in my inbox)! Bear in mind, these are very much just the impassioned rants of a silly little person on the internet so who knows.

One thing that I've realized about JJK villains, especially in most recent chapters, is they're never quite who we assume at face value. In this battle between humans and the negative human emotions that spawn curses... each of the villains has a really striking human quality to them whether we understand it or not. In fact, it makes their whole mission of toppling the current paradigm that much more interesting when you consider their origin. I think it was Jogo who said curses were more human than humans which... when you look at the root cause of Geto's defection... he might be onto something.

To that end, Mahito wasn't really lying when he told Yuji that they were one in the same. Humans and curses are two sides of the same coin.

⚠️ Spoiler warning for chapter 248 of JJK.

If you haven't read the light novels, you'd be interested to find that in a chapter I don't overanalyze, there's a story focused around Mahito. It appears in Jujutsu Kaisen Summer of Ashes, Autumn of Dust.

In the chapter, our typical chaos gremlin who is quick to torture first and question never stumbles upon a vagrant. He finds, in the company of a man who has not and wants not, that he exists harmoniously and curiously. In his soul, he sees an unflappable peace that is not evident in other humans and behaves accordingly around him. Day after day, he causes no harm. They even converse, reasonably and academically to an extent. Uh - Mahito is like an avid reader, by the way. While you can argue this is outside of the realm of what's canon, think of Jogo's affinity to mourn Hanami. Hoping to meet Dagon in the wasteland of souls beyond. Very human hopes which are even echoed by Mahito in canon when Haruta the curse user was sneakily going to kill Hanami. Mahito stopped him with intention because even curses have camaraderie which the humans they consort with apparently lack.

Kenjaku is another villain where, even in his twisted delights and subsequent plans for the future, safely delivers Sasaki outside of the realm of the Culling Games and thanks her for befriending his son... What? This appreciation is so humble and endearing but, of course it is, it is that of a mother. Something he decisively lacks with Choso and the cursed womb paintings but still. It goes against the grain of the rest of his character, you know?

Toji, the man who can't be bothered to remember the name of the kid he sold back to the hell hole he grew up in and yet thinks of him as he breathes his last breaths. When his body was reanimated in Shibuya and was hardwired to find and fight the strongest... that recognition on his face when he realized who he was fighting? The animation did a beautiful job of clearing the black of his eyes, softening his gaze toward Megumi. Knowing that it was Megumi Fushiguro and not Zenin he took himself out, happily. Doesn't really ring true of how a lot of fans interpret him as a character.

Now, we have Sukuna. I agree, he seems to be somewhat flat in characterization so far but.. so was everyone else until we got the effective cowlick that indicated their complexity. Now, 248 chapters in, we're seeing the chip in his facade.

Gojo is no stranger to dying though he is extremely unused to comparison. He's the Strongest Sorcerer of the Modern Era, after all. But I wonder if it makes sense to call Sukuna his foil. Imagine Gojo's unchecked ego had he never met Geto. I imagine a life of isolation carrying the burden of one's own grace and strength would absolutely turn out similar to Sukuna's wherein there is no need for purpose beyond one's own whims.

Subsequently, Gojo dying at Sukuna's hands and earning his respect was the first real human connection we see Sukuna receive positively (he gave Jogo a pretty sweet send off, too). It was done with intention, even Gojo hoped to communicate with his tempered body the fact that he too knew that isolation. In universe, it seems to be a form of love (search for "Of Love and Strength" on this post), this understanding. This lapse in Sukuna's indifference is furthered in facing off against fan favorite lawyer Hiromi Higurama.

Following Gojo's demise, Gege has been comparing a lot of characters to the vacuum of power left in his wake. Yuta, I get, but Higurama is an absolute wild card. However, Sukuna sees something in him that he not only respects in this comparison to Gojo... but also stymies him. Especially as he meaningfully comes to terms with his dismissal and abhorrence of Yuji.

What we're seeing is the blossom of his character playing out amidst an all or nothing fight. Stay strapped in, anon!

[princess-of-the-corner]

Honestly, one thing to bring up about canon: Adrien only gave his "high road" advice ONCE, when all Lila was doing was "lying about having disabilities" and Marinette seemingly got her Akumatized by obsessing over something that honestly wasn't a big deal, and he NEVER brings it up again after Lila starts targeting Marinette.

Also, the only reason he HELPS Lila is to basically try and negotiate to get her to leave Marinette alone. He does not bend over backwards to encourage her behavior.

Yet Salt Fics act like he lectures Marinette to "take the high road" every time Lila goes after her and was in fact doing whatever Lila asked of him from the moment she first showed up.

Which is just...

The exact opposite of what happens in canon?

Like, his advice makes PERFECT sense with the information he has access to. Eventually, if Lila really IS lying about her disabilities, she'd slip up and her entire house of cards would collapse around her. He doesn't know that Lila threatened Marinette, and Marinette didn't mention that when they talked about her after the fact.

Frankly, Marinette is lucky that nobody cut ties with her for apparently bullying a disabled kid over seating arrangements, because frankly, as someone who has been accused of faking PTSD for clout because the person I was arguing with REALLY wanted to win that argument we were having, Marinette was just looking like an ableist Karen.

Yeah no like.

I've discussed this extensively, but while lying is still 'bad'(especially lying about disabilities), as far as Adrien observed nothing that 'bad' is happening. The 'worst' thing that happened was the class rearranging to accommodate Lila's disability(which he has no proof is fake even if he doesn't believe the cause). It kinda sucks for Mari, but that's more on her for being last one to class so she couldn't pick her own seat. But that's a different conversation.

Adrien's advice isn't just 'take the high road and things will work out'. He says that her current actions are doing very little harm, so unless she starts causing harm, stay back and don't...... act like a madwoman scrutinizing someone's disability claims to the point she gets Akumatized.

Saltfics often went into ways that Lila's lies /could/ cause harm. Purposeful manipulation to turn them against Mari. Promising the class to get them all sorts of things with her 'connections'. Giving awful advice like that 'she tells Alya to toss her babysitting duties at Marinette' trope that was popular. And then these fics throw it in Adrien's face of 'see she is causing harm!!'

Completely ignoring that 1.) She hadn't been doing any of that before in Canon, and 2.) Adrien literally said 'if it gets worse then we do something' and that qualifies as 'worse' so he'd do something!

Swinging back to Mari:

Honestly though like. We the audience know Lila is probably lying about everything. But the class has little reason to doubt any of Lila's claims, especially the disability ones. And I actually applaud them for taking a disability claim at face value and helping with accommodations!

And yeah that's why the class is so mad at her in this episode. It's not 'how dare you question Lila!' it's 'girl you are foaming at the mouth trying to prove that the new student is faking a disability what the fuck is wrong with you'?

Especially because, thanks to Marinette's actions, the class fully believes this is about Adrien, not about Lila's hypothetical lies. Not just 'she sometimes goes nuts over Adrien' but her actions this very episode.

Remember the seating issue? Lila's new spot was next to Adrien. And when Marinette is raving about how Lila is faking and how she doesn't want to sit in the back, Adrien speaks up to try and help saying 'Okay, you can take my seat and I'll go sit in the back', prompting her to scream that no he has to stay there and Lila has to move.

So yeah she really made it seem to be all about Adrien without Lila even having to do shit.

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Casual observer of your gradual slip into obsession with Anxceit so I'm wondering if we could get your shipinions? (For the ask meme.)

I would love to give my shipinions!

I actually wasn't that into them until I started making those playlists (master post, anxceit link), but now I can't stop myself. There's just so much, so many possibilities, and no answers to be had (yet).

They are currently exes to me. It could be healthy, it could be toxic, it could be left in the past. Something I've said before that I think it sums it up well: "Maybe it's about what was. Maybe it's about what could have been. Maybe it's about what is. Maybe it's about what could never be."

All I know is that it's devastating and tragic but also has the potential to be the most beautiful love story you've ever seen. And if not, I'm a fan of toxic yaoi, too. I literally can't lose.

Another quote from me: "I absolutely need to know what Virgil’s deal with Janus is and if it’s anything like my theories bc there are so many ways that could go, all of which being angsty and fun. Like did Virgil assume something and spiral? Could Janus not manage to tell the truth when it was important? Was it a single incident or many? I am unwell about them."

I think it would be amazingly angsty if after all this time they still knew each other best. Like maybe they don't know each others current favorite foods or movies, but they know each others deepest fears and how to calm each other down and what each others most formative moments were. I like the idea of them having deeply entrenched history.

They are prime for 'bad thing happens and suddenly you're the person I turn to and it's different now but I never stopped loving you and we'll have to work through that all later, but for now please just hold me' or 'we still have a lot to unpack but I trust you with this thing that is important to me bc I know you can and will do it'.

Them both having protecting roles is very interesting and it would make so much sense if that's why they had a falling out in the first place. I explored one possibility of what that would look like in Why Do I, excerpt here: "The thing about Deceit- Janus- Self Preservation, whatever you wanted to call him, was that he had one singular agenda: Make sure Thomas gets what he needs and then what he wants, regardless of who he has to cut through to do it. And so, once upon a time, Virgil ended up with a knife in his back."

A second excerpt: "And whenever something happening to Thomas would make Virgil freak out, Janus would have Thomas lie it away." I wrote while thinking about how lying can affect anxiety and Anxiety. When you lie, there's always the chance of getting caught, which can potentially be more stressful than the thing you lied about, and if you get caught too many times, it's the boy who cried wolf which would also be a very anxiety inducing situation bc what if you really need someone to believe you?

There's also the fact that this would increase avoidant behavior. Janus CANNOT defer to Virgil if he wants to keep c!Thomas safe bc long term that would be disastrous to his health. Sometimes things that are good for you are scary. But this in particular is related mostly to their jobs so they shouldn't be taking it personally, especially since 'dark' sides know better than anyone that they can't help what their jobs are, they just have to do them.

I feel like I'm just going to end up talking a really long time only to end up no where, so I'll end this here, but absolutely ask me specific questions if you want to know what I think bc I have so many thoughts.

[simping-on-the-daily]

sorry for traumatizing you with my boyfriend's trauma. wanna date???

The obligatory Scaramouche X Reader X Haypasia fic. Someone had to do it smh

Pardis Dhyai was pretty nice, for a research sight. It was nothing like the Fatui labs that the Doctor, the Marionette, and their respective henchman had for lairs, but it certainly had all the basic equipment for all Amurta researchers. And it did seem pretty relaxing too; you would've mistaken it for a park to bring your children too if it wasn't for all the scholars.

But you weren't here for sightseeing, or for the scholars....On second thought, you were looking for a scholar. Luckily, the person guarding that certain scholar had just finished doing a temperature check and was making his way to a rented room for the night. Upon looking at the fox-human hybrid, you had to remember you were in Sumeru, not Inazuma, otherwise you would've mistaken them for a youkai.

After doing an extra check for scholars still up in the late of night completing their assignment (there were none), you snuck into the giant glass building (super stealthily and super quickly, might you add).

The scholar was lying on the bed, not showing any sorts of distress in her slumber. The pillow was trapped in a suffocating embrace, and to Celestia you longed to be in those arms. Instead, you just sat next to her, the seat cushioned with pillows for aesthetic rather then tranquil rest.

While your boyfriend, the Balladeer, was busy getting 'dolled up' (you praised yourself for the pun for days on end), you decided to explore Sumeru. While the Akademiya had resources to rival writers for the Steambird, the whole lot of them were boring and arrogant. And for people who go on and on about how Sumeru was a land of wisdom, their obsession with the long dead Rukkhadevata was ironically the most stupidest thing you ever saw.

Luckily, you met someone from the Akademiya who didn't have coffee beans for brains. Haypasia was a great friend, always listening to what you had to say and offering to teach about Sumeru's culture. She was funny, and she was kind, and she had your heart race the same way Scaramouche did and ah shit did you fall deep.

To be fair, how could you not? She was just.......everything sweet dropped into this world. You loved her curiosity, you loved her face whenever she was focusing, and you could get lost in her eyes. Of course, you talked to Scaramouche about this, not keen on being his 'fourth betrayal'.

Thankfully, while he stated that he had never seen Haypasia before, he had to admit that your smiling and flustered face was something he'd fight for. The Balladeer did not care for monogamy, and, as long as they fit his standards, wouldn't mind another lover. (He said this much more harshly, but you knew what he meant)

From the corner of your eye, you witnessed a grey phantom, disappearing and evaporating all over the glass floors, with the gentle breeze of the night making the veil behind the figure flow.

Think of the devil.

"She's cute, isn't she?" You spoke up, getting Scaramouche's attention while also making sure Haypasia didn't wake up. Luckily, she didn't; you assumed that her failed connection to Irminsul wayed heavily on her conscious, or that the hybrid for before had given her sleeping pills.

"You know I do not care for the appearances of mortals," Scaramouche stated, turning his head around to look at you, "To do so is ridiculous."

"But......?"

"She and I are now connected."

Oh.

"Care to enlighten me on how, oh mighty Shouki no Kami?" You teased, pointing at The Balladeer's spiritual projection. You hoped it was nothing bad; you truly did care for Haypasia, and you didn't want her to suffer due to Irminsul's current predicament.

Scaramouche rolled his arms, arms crossed, but answered regardless. "You said that she was attempting to connect to Irminsul, correct?" You nodded. "It seems that in her attempt to do so, her consciousness connected to mine. She has gazed upon my life back when I was the kabukimono, and could do so again."

You lurched back in surprise, luckily with the chair not falling over as you did so. "So, like, she knows everything? Or at least, she knows about your......past?"

"Correct."

You rubbed your hands through your head. Whoever this hybrid was, you were lucky they found Haypasia before the Sages did, otherwise they likely would've exiled her just like the other scholars. Haypasia didn't deserve that. The desert was anything but merficful, even less so to exiled students.

"I understand why you like her so much."

Now that took you out of your thoughts. You raised an eyebrow at Scaramouche , who was looking down at the sleeping girl.

"She has seen me at my most pathetic; before I found the truth of the stars. And yet, she recognizes my supreme divinity and righteous place in this world. Her worship has not been faltered despite that idiot's best attempts," He sneered, "And sees me as what I was supposed to be."

He stepped forward, getting closer to Haypasia, who still showed no signs of stirring awake. "She is what you said she was. Determined, kind, and not like those arrogant Sages who think they're better than me. Even the Jester is now an ant compared to my power. She knows this."

A phantom hand gently pressed down on Haypasia's head, and there was a glimmer in Scaramouche's eyes as he did so. "My first follower....."

"What am I, chopped ham?" You scoffed in jest, arms crossed as you still sat down. To be jealous of Haypasia was ridiculous. You had no idea that she had connected to Scaramouche of all people; you just saw being taken to Pardis Dhyai for recovery because her attempt to be one with Irminsul had gone wrong. (You happened to see it as you went to your decided meeting place. You were not stalking your crush).

"You're an idiot, that's what you are." Scaramouche rolled his eyes with pretend animosity, as he took his hand off of Haypasia's head and crossed his arms again.

"She will be with us," He announced. "She will be our most respected follower. She will be our side as we rule together."

"We? You never told me that I was joining you in divinity," You narrows your eyes, "And what if Haypasia doesn't want to be a god? She's basically stuck in a coma right now and I don't want to do anything she wouldn't want."

"You really are stupid," Scaramouche sighed. "Do you think that I'd allow you in such a vulnerable decision until I was sure I could get the Doctor to get his gross hands away from you? He may be helping me, but I do not want him putting his hands on you." He seemed to snarl at the thought of it. "Though.......I do suppose we could wait until she's awake. She will still be one of us regardless."

"Okay, okay," You put your hands up in front of you, "I know I already told you my feelings about her before.....this," You gestured to the comatose girl, "But how do we know she actually like likes us? Even if her focus is on you, she's still technically insane, as much as I hate to say it. Are we sure she's in the right mind to love any of us? I don't wanna force her into anything. That'd be fucking gross."

"Just as she is connected to my mind, I am connected to hers. Not only does she reciprocate your romantic feelings as well, but she does not care for stupid terms to define her feelings, she does not mind romantic relationships with more then one partner."

Great. Haypasia looked into the backstory of your traumatized Fatui boyfriend, and the traumatized Fatui boyfriend looked at Haypasia's romantic interests. Though, of course, your heart was leaping at having heard that Haypasia also loved you. Honestly? It wasn't just leaping, it was probably doing some backflips as well.

"And as for her devotion to me," Scaramouche continued, "It appears she didn't connect into Irminsul that far like the other scholars. Unlike them, she's not entirely lost in her own world, she's still capable of cognitive functions, recognising people through face and voice, knows when a situation could be dangerous, and so fourth. Her worship of a god is not the same as loving one."

.....You guessed you couldn't argue with that, but-

"Besides, the Sages already found a way to lessen the effects of Irminsul induced insanity ages ago."

If you had a drink, you'd be spitting it out. "Pardon?"

He scoffed. "Like you said, they're arrogant and disregard anyone who isn't useful to them." He looked away from you as he spoke. Scaramouche was likely speaking on his own experiences with the Raiden Shogun. "They couldn't get rid of it entirely, but they'd be able to give them stable and happy lives without exiling them to the desert. They just don't care."

.......Yeah, that made sense.

"The Doctor has given me enough power to even cure Irminsul of it's withering. When I have ascended into a fully-fledged God, I will do so. Then, I will give you enough my power so you can ascend alongside by me. By then, Haypasia should be awake."

"That's a mighty plan. Sure it will work?"

"Are you doubting me?"

You giggled. It was so hard to take him seriously whenever he was angry. "You know I'm not. I'm not that much of an idiot."

Scaramouche sighed, putting a hand to his head. "Sometimes, you make me doubt that." He sat down on your flowerbed beside your chair, though his astral form didn't cause for any flowers to be crushed.

You playfully elbowed him. "Don't be an asshole," You grinned up at him. "What if Haypasia wakes up and the first thing she hears is her god being a complete potty-mouth?"

He glared at you, but did not respond.

".......So, we can agree on both wanting Haypasia to be in our relationship?"

"We just discussed that we did, dumbass."

"Just making sure."

Scaramouche grabbed your hand, and for someone who was currently appearing in an astral projection with his real body being inside a giant mech right now, his hand touching yours didn't feel weird. It felt natural; there was no tingling of your bones or goosebumps down your skin as he did so.

You leaned over to Haypasia, patting her head like Scaramouche did before. "Sweet dreams." You smiled, and your heart jumped at seeing how peaceful she looked.

The night was calm, the stars out and the breeze gentle. Haypasia's dreams were indeed sweet, you fell asleep on phantom Scaramouche's shoulder, and Scaramouche himself felt more power flowing through the Shouki no Kami.

Everything was going splendidly. Sooner or later, Scaramouche would ascend into a god, and you would be by his side too. Then, Haypasia would join as well, and then you three would become the Gods of Sumeru.

Though the kabukimono had once wished to no longer have a heart, the thought of throwing you to the side made him want to throw up. And after you had told him about the scholar who you were interested in as well, and gaining a connection with that same scholar, he didn't want to leave her behind.

Scaramouche would never be abandoned again. He wouldn't be, not when you loved him so much and he could feel Haypasia's devotion in the back of his mind.

And in that moment, with you on his shoulder and Haypasia sleeping tranquilly next to the both of you, he closed his eyes and wished for a happy ending.

[angryteapott]

I think one of the things I actually like about Fang Duobing's and Di Feisheng's relationships to Li Lianhua is that they don't get him all the way, but truly understand a specific part of him.

The part that Fang Duobing gets is they both have a genuine desire to do good. I'd also argue that both of their ideas of good can be hypocritical and inconsistent in similarly emotional ways. I think Li Lianhua becomes truly interested in Fang Duobing for the first time when he tries to get justice for those unrelated guards, and over and over it's shown they share each other's overall goals even when they're supposedly not working together. They share the same broad ideal.

But Fang Duobing has a very different view of their current world and what people owe each other- twice in the conversation at his shiniang's house Fang Duobing brushes off Li Lianhua's regret, and especially earlier in the story he sees the world as something that can easily be reverted back to righteousness through personal effort- the difference between becoming a detective and trying to change the institutions of the world by founding a court. Li Xiangyi saw the world's structure as something that needs correcting, and while he gives that up Li Lianhua sees how circumstances push people. This makes perfect sense; Li Lianhua was orphaned and treated unfairly, only rescued by others while Fang Duobing is a rich kid whose struggles (being sick) were overcome by personal effort (and expensive medicine, which he would take for granted) which rings as ableism to me as a plotline but im not disabled so idk

Di Feisheng gets this other half- he intimately knows how viscerally cruel and unfair the world is, and so he gets Li Xiangyi's need for excellence and control issues and Li Lianhua's sometimes cold eyed assessment of things. But he wasn't rescued nor allowed to save others so he sees that cruel world as something he can act honorably within but whose dog eat dog nature he can't change- be a swordsman not a hero.

Neither of them get how Li Lianhua's drive for good and his knowledge of the world's injustice create guilt for his what too bold actions (which FDB endorses) in a cruel world (which DFS sees as inevitable) resulted in, driving him to egotistically and self destructively attempt to "finish his business". They also didn't truly get his love of a simpler life, his exhaustion with pain and striving, and how he was ready to let go. In part because he never told them that in a way that wasn't tainted with guilt or lies my guy stop saying it in ur bs tone and just say how ur feeling i swear to

So neither of them really understood him fully, which is human especially when someone's lying to you 24/7 li lianhua im in ur walls. Understanding something fundamental about someone doesn't mean comprehending their every thought.

I think what makes Fang Duobing closer to understanding him in the end is that he was trying so hard to listen and understand Li Lianhua, constantly trying to meet him three quarters of the way there. That's why I'm obsessed with that conversation at Madam Qin's- Fang Duobing misunderstood and denied his regret once then twice, then said, fine, you're right. You should've tried harder in that relationship, and I should've tried harder in ours. We already said we're friends. I was wrong for the moment where I wasn't reaching out for you. But Li Lianhua never reached back.

[littlecherryhuanlin]

The First Snow- Johnny Suh

This story is part of a special series for Christmas, you can follow the updates on the calendar, for more content feel free to check my masterlist.

Word Count: 0.62k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, established relationship, overwork (implicit), subtle mentions of relationship problems such as lack of quality time and miscommunication.

The smell of hot chocolate invaded Johnny's nostrils while YN placed two cups full of the warm liquid on the table in front of him, a shiver running through his body when his cold hands touched the hot object, the design on the mug making him smile unconsciously reminding him of Jisung, YN soon slipped into the boy's lap, quickly covering herself with a double blanket and picking up her Anna mug that matched his one.

It was relatively cold and any ordinary person would have been locked inside under warm blankets, but not them; Johnny had insisted that they should stay out in the yard waiting for the snow, the one he claimed was coming today. Johnny had checked as many meteorology channels as he could, and if he said he hadn't been over-enthusiastic with most of them agreeing that the snow should arrive that week in Seoul he would be lying.

- We're going to get sick - said the girl taking a sip of the brown liquid and turning around to get a marshmallow from her boyfriend's cup - and I still don't understand why.

- We won't get sick - he placed the cup on the table pulling his girlfriend's hood around, placing it where it should be, and leaving a light touch on her nose - if you dress appropriately for the occasion.

- Occasion? An event in our backyard that we don't even know if it will happen- She said retorting only to have her boyfriend pulling her close while sticking his head in her neck almost making her drop the cup in her hands while muttering what she deduced were contestations to her claims- I still don't understand why you're so obsessed with it, we can watch the snow together anytime.

-That's not true- he huffed pulling away from the girl, they both knew that anything between them had to be meticulously planned due to their schedules and that even simple moments like sitting together had been difficult lately, which led the couple to some disagreements- and it would be different... - YN studied his face carefully, Johnny was definitely worried and invested in the idea of watching the snow with her, slowly the woman leaned towards him as asking him to continue - the first snow is special, now be quiet and look straight ahead.

- Well- the girl let out a little giggle seeing her boyfriend who almost never got frustrated blushing violently and looking away, quickly turning around to check if she wasn't missing anything she turned back to him determined to get an explanation- different how, my love?

- Couples who watch the first snow together stay together- His answer took YN completely off guard, obviously, the girl had heard the saying before, however, she never thought that Johnny believed in it - And I don't want to be separated from you.

Without thinking twice, YN pulled Johnny to her sealing their lips in a tender and affectionate kiss, of course she was also worried about their current situation, but seeing her boyfriend openly trying his best to keep them together, even waiting in the excruciating cold, touched her deeply.

When they parted ways, YN couldn't help but appreciate his beautiful features until something caught her eye out of the corner: snowflakes.

- No worries then- Johnny opened his eyes with a confused expression, noticing the smile on his girlfriend's face he decided to follow her gaze only to find what he wanted so much, the first snow of the year, bright and warmer than he thought it would be, with his lover in his arms he couldn't help but smile- I think we're going to be together for a long time.

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[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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I AM OBSESSED! I LOVE LOVE LOVE HUA CHENG AND GOUSHI'S DYNAMIC! lmao of all the relationships I expected to love, this random, borderline in-law duo has got to be my fave!

Thus, Hua Cheng went forward, and held onto Guoshi's arm as if he was assisting an elderly senior. "Guoshi, sir, please. Watch your step."

Guoshi turned his head and saw the one assisting him wasn't Xie Lian, and knitted his brows.

"Huh? Why is it you?"

Xie Lian guessed that Hua Cheng was worried it might not be convenient for Xie Lian to take another person along. Also, Hua Cheng wanted, for the sake of some particular goal, to show himself off a little in front of the elder, to demonstrate some attentive diligence, which was why he offered to take over.

Seeing this, Xie Lian couldn't help but puff a laugh, hiding it with a light cough. "San Lang said very sincerely that he wanted to assist you, so I…"

As for Hua Cheng, he said, with a smile covering his face, "Does it matter if it's me or gege?

Besides, I respect you very much, sir, so of course I don't mind assisting, this is nothing."

Guoshi was speechless for a moment, then said, "If you really do respect me, then put away that fake smile on your face. That fakeness really is too much…"

Hua Cheng immediately put that smile away. "Oh."

I am so worried. The one time the snake eyes show up on the dice is probably gonna be the first and last time...and also the worst time

I KNEW MU QING WAS SUS!! I KNEW IT!! I CALLED IT! HE IS FAKE FOR SURE!

Hmmmm Feng Xin....I dunno....it seems kinda ✨️interesting✨️ how you can tell the body of your "enemy" from just his shadow 🤔 😏

Feng Xin enunciated, “It was precisely because the Heavenly Capital was ablaze, and there was firelight all over the ground. It reflected the shadow of that person behind me. Even though I didn’t get the chance to look back, when I fell, I saw the shape of that shadow and the attack move. It was your shadow!”

SO CUTE!! Rouye is #1 hualian stan and cutest cutie in the world

He steadied himself, and speechlessly picked up Ruoye, muttering at it, “You little traitor…”

Ruoye was wisely playing dead, laying unmoving. Xie Lian didn’t want to say any more to it either and threw it aside.

Lmao the way Fengqing had to constantly remind Xie Lian to not 'lose his marbles' every time he sees Hua Cheng and Xie Lian proceeds to do EXACTLY that lmaoooo

MU QING HAS A CURSED SHACKLE??? DUDE I AM SO SHOCKED THOOO FOR WHAT???? Also ugh so utterly disgusted with Jun Wu like excuse me??? What did u ask Mu Qing to do to Xie Lian that was so vile???? I am gonna slaughter Jun Wu myself rn

Equally sus of Mu Qing to go out of his way to save his "enemy" mmmmmm smt is up

who is real? Damn...imagine if they are all real and I'm just thinking they were fake and confused.

I get it, and especially because to cope with the trauma, Xie Lian either avoids it or jokes about it and ya...Hua Cheng baby boi has every right to be mad :(

Hua Cheng’s expression was terrifyingly dark, and he squeezed harder. “How did you plan on defending yourself? Put your sword down!”

This was the first time Hua Cheng had ever spoken to Xie Lian with this kind of expression and tone, and Xie Lian was completely taken aback.

Another one for the non-existent bingo I have made for tgcf, this time it's everyone surfing??? On corpses???

The three rode the mutants and flowed down with the current. As if they were rafting, the further down the stream they went, the steeper the hills became, and the faster the speed.

THIS HIT HARD OH MY GOD

“…BELIEVE ME! YOUR HIGHNESS, YOU KNOW I WASN’T LYING, DON’T YOU? YOU KNOW I WOULDN’T HAVE REALLY HARMED ANY OF YOU, RIGHT??”

“…”

The way he was begging Xie Lian, so full of hope, like he was hanging on to the last thread of his life, suddenly made Xie Lian remember another scene from another time. That time, when dusk was falling, many, many years ago, when he too begged Mu Qing with the same desperate hope—

“You know I wasn’t lying, right?”

How had Mu Qing answered him back then?

RELATIONSHIP GOALS FOR REAL THOO T-T GET U A MAN LIKE HUA CHENG AND NOTHING LESS

“But, only His Highness can decide on whatever he chooses. I will never oppose his decisions.”

I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND.

Mu Qing had thought Xie Lian’s silence was him hesitating on whether or not to save him, but turns out Xie Lian was instead trying to think of how to save him. And thank goodness that Xie Lian could still think with such a clear head in such a dire situation.

The beads of sweat on his forehead were rolling thicker.

The moment he looked up, Xie Lian had extended a hand to him, smiling. “In any case, although a little late, this hand isn’t extended too late, right?”

YO DONT EVEN GET IT!! THIS IS BASICALLY EXACTLY LIKE THE BAMBOO HAT SITUATION AND I AM CRYING IN THE CLUB RN!! HE NEEDED ONE PERSON AND MU QING NEEDED ONE PERSON AND ALL IT EVER TAKES IS ONE PERSON! I LITERALLY CANNOT RN

Hua Cheng JUMPED AGAIN??? DJDJFJJFJF OH BOI WHERE IS THIS GOING NOW