#I don’t wanna go home because I hate traveling and I’m scared because this is my first time traveling alone

[lemonynuggets]

crazy how my brain can be so conflicting

[satoruan]

FRIENDS WHO PLAY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER ! ! — ARCANE

( tw ) f!reader. FF pairings. modern AU! masterbation. fingering. squirting. cunillings. dry humping. reader is kinda possessive in Vi’s. some yearning.

featuring. Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman & Mel Madarda

authors note. When you off that honey packet and ur home girl the only one in vicinity. Mel is so 🤭 I can’t she my type to a teeee. Anyways I’m about to go watch Act 2 WISH ME LUCK IM SCARED. Also idk how I feel about Kaits part I could do better 😔

VIOLET 

You and Vi were at another one of your friends' sleepovers. You didn't wanna come, you wanted to spend the Saturday just the two of you, alone. You hated sharing her attention, she was your best friend. You were each other's number one, why did you need other friends when you two were each other's everything. It was late now, almost everyone was sleeping or about to fall asleep when Vi crawled between the bodies of people to where you were laying. You didn’t notice until you felt the familiar embrace of her against your back. Despite yourself, you felt yourself relaxing against her body.  

“Are you still mad at me?” she whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder. “You know my favorite person. You have nothing to worry about.”  

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled. You weren't truly mad anymore but you knew what came next, what Vi did to reassure you that you were special to her. Her only best friend. You weren’t surprised when her hips rocked into your ass, when she pressed her tits against your back nor when her hand traveled underneath your oversized sleep shirt and cupped your breast. 

“Vi…” You sighed nuzzling into the arm underneath your head. She tightened her grip on your breast and rocked her hips into you. You push back harder and soon enough you guys find a rhythm. Your ass pushing down on her hips when she grinds up into you. Her callused palm grazes your nipple and you whine softly. She whimpers into your shoulder, finger going to your nipple when she pulls and twists. You wish her mouth was on you, you wish your mouth was on her. You turn your head to her “I love you the most. My favorite forever.”  

You feel her smile into your shoulder. “You're so beautiful, you know that?” translation: I love you too. 

MEL MEDARDA 

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend’s tongue was inside of you. Licking you. Her lips were sucking on your clit, her teeth were biting your pussy lips. You could hear how wet you were—you could feel yourself leaking all over her face. “Mel!” You scream out into the dark room before slamming your hands over your own mouth. You don’t want anyone to see you—you don’t want her mother to see you, what a scene she would make. Seeing her daughter nose deep into her childhood best friend. Mel pulls her mouth off your clit with an embarrassingly loud pop. “Do you feel that? This is how you’re supposed to eat pussy darling.” She smiles when you just nod. Afraid that if you remove your hands from your mouth, you might confess something you don’t want.  

Plus, this was just a favor, strictly platonic, you were just friends. That’s why she was eating you out in the first place—you wanted to finally dip your toe into the dating scene but you were scared because you were inexperienced, you didn’t wanna leave your future partners disappointed in your nonexistence skills. And that’s where your best friend came in. Where you didn’t know anything about sex, she knew what felt like everything. Though you never saw her with anyone, she talked like she knew the ins and outs of men and women and she offered to teach you.  

“Now after you use your mouth and get them wet you wanna bring in your fingers, like this.” Mel grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down, giving her a better view of your dripping pussy before using her free hand and pushing a slender finger into you. You gasp. “I know you’ve fingered yourself before sweets, how many fingers have you shoved into this pretty pussy?” 

You whimper, hesitantly removing your hands. “T-two Melly.” You answer bashfully, using the nickname you gave her when you were children. She hums and adds another. You bite your lip, lower abdomen clenching when she curls them into your spongy g-spot. 

“Now pay attention to me alright?” She leans down to place a kiss on your pubs, leaving a trail of light kisses until she reaches your clit. She moves her hand out of you and a fast pace, fingers curling when she knuckles deep. You moan at the feeling of her hand pounding into you.  

She gives your clit a few kitten lips before wrapping her full lips around the swollen area. She bits hard enough for you to wince before she starts sucking. You feel yourself coming apart on her face before you can stop yourself. She hurriedly removes her fingers, mouth sucking you even harder when you feel liquid gush out of you. You grab the back of her head and scream. You can’t stop it, you don’t want to. You throw your thigh over her head and curl your foot into her back, still riding the high. When your pussy stops shooting the mysterious liquid out Mel’s fingers find themselves back inside, four this time. 

You feel tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, as she finger-fucks you. Mel pops back off your abused clit to whisper praises, good girl, you're doing so good, look at how well you take me, you feel heavenly, and when she goes back to playing with your clit you know you don’t want anyone to fuck you unless it’s her. Maybe you can ask her to teach you how to give hickeys next. 

CAITYLYN KIRAMMAN 

You were horny. Cait was horny. You both kept glancing at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking, sussing out what the other was thinking. The movie you guys were watching was a rating away from being straight porn. When it was over you, both decided to call it a night. It was late she said. You guys had class tomorrow you said. When the lights turned off, you both said goodnight and laid down in your shared bed. You two were so close and loved being near each other that on the first day of the semester you pushed your twin beds together. Oh, how you were regretting that idea now. All you wanted to do was fuck yourself. You knew you weren’t going to fall asleep without an orgasm and so after twenty minutes when you thought Cait was asleep, you found your hand traveling into your boy shorts. You sighed in relief when your fingers grazed your throbbing clit. You rubbed it for a few seconds before shoving two fingers into yourself. 

That relief was short-lived when you heard a breathy moan that didn’t come from you. You tensed up and stopped. When you didn't hear anything—maybe she was making those noise in her sleep—you slowly started to move your fingers in and out, palm rubbing against your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and turn onto your back. You could barely move your fingers in and out lying on your side. You part your legs and moan when you finally hit your G-spot. You're so horny but your imagination isn't cutting it. Opening your eyes you turn your head to find the outline of your best friend who was the star in some of your fantasies, her hourglass figure would for sure spark a fantasy. When your eyes adjust to the dark you're shocked to see Cait staring back at you, her blanket pooling at her hips when you could see her hand abruptly stop moving. Your Cait was masturbating too, in the same bed as you. A grin spreads along your face. 

“I-I’m not—”  

“I am.” You whisper, pushing your blanket off you. Her eyes immediately latch onto where your fingers are slowly pushing in and out. Your other hand comes up to your tank top where you push your shirt down. Your breasts spill out. Cait’s face turns into a tomato, eyes widening even more than they already are. She doesn't remove her gaze from your breasts when she starts fingering herself again. You watch her mouth part into a small O and her eyes roll to the back of her head. You imagine what she looks like riding your face and start to speed up. Your other hand twisting your nipples.  

“I-m gonna..” Cait whimper and spasms for a few seconds. You moan at the look on her face, so pleased with herself, and soon enough you're squeezing your eyes and coming too.  

[mountainrusing]

July 1979

Hiya Mary, It’s been a while. I’m not sure if you got my last letter, and I presume you’ve been busy settling down in your new home. Anyway, I just wanted to say again that I completely understand where you’re coming from and whole-heartedly support your decision. (As in, I love it with my whole heart when you do what you want to.) Also, I’d like to invite you to my, well, wedding. (Mary, I’m getting married. Married.) That’ll happen, and I feel so, I don’t know… strange and happy and scared and excited, and writing to you is grounding me, so I’m calmer now, but still! Marriage! It wasn’t even either of us who proposed! In all honesty, we don’t really need to get married. We already trust each other and live together, and that deal just doesn’t need sealing? Our love already exists without us declaring it? You’re probably confused, it was Sirius who proposed. For us, to each of us. He booked us this fancy over-the-top restaurant, paid them to clear everyone else out so it was just us, and then decided to hire himself as a waiter and go on serving us. Starters were alright, but then he opened the main dish just for it to burst into song and start shrieking, “You will marry each other, and buy your own house so I don’t have to hear you shagging through the wall!” So it struck us, this idea that we could get married. Not out of necessity, but because it fits for us. We deserve that happiness. (Sirius also served us the most beautiful rings. I want to hate him for being loaded, but he’s got exquisite taste.) I’ve attached the standard wedding invite to this letter, you know how, but I wanted to address you personally, will you be my maid of honour? (Now that was a real proposal, a formal question rather than a screeching order.) I’d love it if you were there next to me. I love you, so of course I’d love it. I hope you can. James may be my almost-husband, but you’re my best friend. I need you just as much as him. Probably more, if I’m honest, because I don’t think he could organise the decor and makeup and dresses as well as you. Maybe I’m biased, but no one can do anything as well as you do. All my love, Lily

* * *

Desperately, Mary could scrunch this letter into a ball, and curl her own self into a ball, and never see Lily nor the light of day again.

The wedding invite, Mary knew how, was concealed under several charms, disguising the location and private details. She removed them to reveal cursive scroll, dainty gold letters joined to spell Lily Evans & James Potter. That was the title, in the middle. Above it: The Wedding Of, and below it: Invite you to celebrate love and joy on this special occasion.

It was at the Potters’ grand mansion, a garden wedding, with flowers doodled prettily along the sides, rose gold.

They hadn’t needed to hide that information at all. It was common knowledge where the Potters lived. Even the date was predictable, first of August.

She’d received another letter, her address scrawled across the front by Remus. Because as promised, she’d been writing to him regularly. (She could keep promises. She could.)

* * *

July 1979

Mary, You’re coming to their wedding. Please? If not for them, then for me? I know it’s shitty. (You were right, I do swear more in letters. There’s definitely something cathartic in it. It’s like my mouth has a filter but my hand has no control.) You use me for your catharsis. I hate James and I’m in love with him and he’s getting married to his fiancée. Shit, I just wrote that. I’ve never… It hurts, and I get a front row seat. I’m glad Sirius is the best man. You’re the maid of honour. Say yes. Lily needs you. I need you. I’m so bad at writing, forgive me, it’s all over the place. Just be there. I know you don’t want to. I don’t want to. Yours, Remus

* * *

July 1979

Hi, Rem, I’m really sorry, but I can’t. I can’t. My family’s here. It’d endanger them if I keep travelling between countries. I’m settled. I don’t wanna be tracked. That’s the logical excuse. And fine, I’ll confess the other one. You did. So, I hate Lily and I’m in love with her and she’s getting married to someone else. I can’t watch that. I’m not even in that country, I’ve left, we’re growing apart and we should let that happen. I want to move on. Because I had her, but I let her go, and I don’t deserve her back. She’s in love with someone else now. That’s good for her. Remus, I can’t. I’m sorry. You’re brave, you know. Even if you’ve never said it out loud, you wrote it down. And you’re brave for going. Being there for them even when it’s breaking your heart. But me? I’m not that close to them. I broke it, Remus, I’m not doing it anymore. It’s broken beyond repair now. Please don’t make me go. I’m sorry. I love you, Mary

* * *

July 1979

Okay. Sorry, I won’t try to convince you otherwise. You confessed too. That’s brave, Mary. You are brave. You’re always putting your family first. And you do everything to protect them. You know how to let go. I’m just clinging on hopelessly. You never let yourself get hurt, not if you can help it. It is admirable. I admire you for keeping yourself safe. You’re good, you know, because you’re not… self-destructive. Don’t talk to me about self-destruction, I’m… yeah. Probably. I understand. Actually, I wish I could be more like you. Love you too, Remus

— extract from

she’s Black, she’s Broken, she’s Beautiful

[theworldofotps]

Lost Bets

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 2,017 Description: Listening to a few voice notes crushes your world.

Part Two

Listening to divorce dad playlists and that song Hate Me by Ellie Goulding and Juice WRLD created this. I got a majority of the idea from Juice's verse so I hope you all like it! Some angst, @madhatterbri I hope this wrecked you enough (If you've asked to be added to the list and you don't see your name, please let me know because I forget to write them down sometimes.) ________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ When did it start? You didn’t know.

How long had it been going on?

Not a clue in your mind. But when you finally noticed that things between the two of you were rocky, suddenly you were scared and overthinking everything. What if he decided that he was tired of fighting and asked for a break? After all, it seemed like that was all you two did anymore. Arguing over stupid stuff, big or little, it was nearly every day that one of you were pissed about something. It hadn’t been like this in the beginning of your relationship, or for a while after. There was a love and connection that you’d never experienced with anyone before. Tyler coming home from traveling and shows to spend as much free time with you as humanly possible. All the backstage shenanigans, the late nights sat on the hood of his car snacking and chatting about any and everything you two could think of. You weren’t sure when things took a turn, but you wanted to offer an olive branch and try to fix things.

That’s why you were currently looking around backstage trying to find Tyler, two tickets to a movie he’d been wanting so badly to see for months in hand.

“Y/n what are you doing here?”

Turning at the familiar voice you give a slight wave to Maxwell and clear your throat holding the tickets up.

“I’m looking for Tyler I wanted to take him to a movie and dinner afterwards, have you seen him?”

“He left with Ethan and some of the guys a little while ago I think they were doing another of those vlog hunt things. I’m actually glad that you’re here I’ve been wanting to talk with you about something important but with Tyler around I haven’t had the opportunity.”

You did not like the sound of where this conversation was going but your curiosity got the better of you and you gave a nod of your head. Max motioned with his head for you to follow him, so you silently did fiddling with your fingers as you walked. You were a little confused on what he could want since you got with Tyler you could only recall two or three times you had spoken to the man considering you weren’t a big fan of his character, and he didn’t really care speaking to you anyway. When the two of you finally reached an empty corridor Max turned to you and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“Look I don’t really know how to say this and I’m not looking to start trouble, but I just figured it was best to tell you anyway. Tyler’s been playing you for a fool.”

“Excuse me?”

“Remember how you two go together?”

“Of course, I do, he came up after I got injured by Ruby and helped me to medical than we just started talking often. Then well the rest is self-explanatory.” “It may seem like that to you, but Tyler only came up to you because of a bet with Ethan Page. The wager basically was if Tyler could talk to one of the female wrestlers that normally they wouldn’t and could get her to fall for him than Ethan and the guys would pay for a couple of pricy items he’s had his eye on for a while.”

You couldn’t breathe, felt like the walls were closing in on you as your ears started ringing. Blinking you open your mouth to speak but stopped.

“I know this is sudden to you, but I figured it was time that you knew about all of this.”

“Why should I believe anything you say? You realize that what you’re saying is the only reason my boyfriend got with me was because of a bet.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying look I’ve recorded a few conversations between him and the guys here is an important clip you need to listen to. I didn’t manage to get him calling you trash recorded but I go enough.”

Max pressed play on a voice note holding his phone out for you to listen, Tyler’s voice filled your ears as your eyes welled up with tears.

“So how’s everything going since we started this?”

“It’s going fine it’s a piece of cake man I’m telling you this is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep it up much longer?”

“Of course, I can it’s no worries she’s completely clueless of everything. She trusts me more than anyone she’s even told me herself.”

“Here’s another one.” Max said as he pressed play on another note.

“It’s simple man you get, break and replace that’s exactly what’s been happening for years now, I don’t know how you’re able to do it.”

“Honestly Ethan it’s not that hard I mean come on it’s me we’re talking about ya know? I don’t even really have to try at this point, it just falls right into place. But I’m ready for this to be over already, I hate this.”

“You really are a coldhearted devil.”

When they started laughing you pushed his phone away from you and turned to look at the floor trying to collect yourself. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest as you pushed a shaky hand to wipe the sudden sweat from your forehead.

“Thank you, Maxwell, lets not tell anyone else about this please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Giving a nod you cleared your throat and turned silently walking away from him you just needed to make it back to your car without breaking down. You couldn’t handle this, couldn’t believe this was happening. After everything you thought you meant to him but that was obviously a mistake on your part. Stumbling out of the building you got in your car and started it, peeling out of the lot. A lump had grown in your throat and no matter how many times you tried to clear it you couldn’t. Thankfully the company was going to be leaving New York tomorrow, so they could get on the road for their next stop. You needed to start looking for a new place to live, needed to gather all of your stuff before Tyler kicked you out.

Parking your car in your parking spot at his apartment complex you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but managed to get out of the car and hurry inside. Once up in the apartment you just fell apart, sobbing into a couch pillow as you sat down. Part of you was hoping that you’d wake up from this nightmare with Tyler’s arm wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest. But that was quickly being chased away by the weight of reality.

Crying for a while longer you finally managed to get yourself together enough to start packing a suitcase. You wanted to be out of here before it got dark thankfully you had some money in the bank to get you a hotel room for a couple days. As you were pulling shirts off the hanger and shoving them in the suitcase you hear the front door close.

“No no please.”

You weren’t ready to face him, you couldn’t handle seeing his face yet you needed time you were just going to leave a note for him to find.

“Baby you in here?”

His voice called out from what you assumed was the lounge, staying silent you continued packing your suitcase. When he suddenly came into the room you kept your eyes down as he looked at you confused.

“Where are you headed too?”

Finding it difficult to speak, you stuffed some jeans and your laptop into the suitcase, grabbing your hairbrush and deodorant.

“What did I do now that has you pissed off?”

Stopping you stared at him, Tyler was startled to see your glassy red eyes and the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Baby what happened are you-.”

“Don’t come near me.”

You were trying to be strong but the crack in your voice betrayed the pain you were feeling as his eyes widened.

“What?”

“I know everything so I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? What the hell are you talking about?” “You know damn well what I’m talking about, the fact that you’re only dating me for a bet you made with fucking Ethan. I want to hear it from your own mouth, tell me you hate me. Tell me you think I’m trash and how replaceable I am.”

Tyler froze staring at you, with a shake of your head and giving a humorless laugh you shove more stuff in your suitcase.

“So, you don’t deny it, I can’t believe you Tyler what the fuck?! You played me like a toy, used me to get something that you could have saved up for. After everything I thought I actually meant something to you, I thought you loved me but this was just a game.”

“Who told you?”

“It’s not important who told me, it’s just important that I know and that you understand it’s not going to continue. I’m done, I want you to lose my number, don’t try and contact me. I don’t know why I’m even saying this it’s not like you care.”

Zipping the case shut you pick it up and shove your way past him setting your case on the floor and grabbing a few of the important things you had brought over.

“Y/n please lets talk about this.”

“Why so you can go into detail about how you were fucking with me, I gave you everything I had in this relationship. I love you and you were just toying with my heart I can’t believe you’d do this.”

“Wait please y/n.”

Grabbing your arm Tyler kept you from pulling away, it hurt your heart being so close to him when all you wanted was him to wrap his arms around you in a hug.

“Okay it’s true that I started talking to you as a bet, but I never intend for our relationship to go past being friends. And when it did, I wasn’t sure how to go about telling you, honestly, I didn’t think you’d ever find out about it so after a while I just stopped worrying. But I don’t think you’re trash, and I do have feelings for you.”

“You’re unbelievable. Don’t lie to me, I heard conversations between you and Ethan about how you weren’t sure how much longer you wanted to do this. And Ethan saying how you get, break and easily replace. I’m a human with emotions and feelings, not some little plaything that you can use until you’re bored. I don’t want to continue this conversation.”

“But y/n you need to listen to me about this please.”

Tyler wasn’t one to beg but at this point he’d beg for as long as he needed to, he wasn’t expecting this to be what he walked in on. And the fact you were packing a suitcase was making his chest hurt, he didn’t want you to leave. He needed to find out who told you this shit so he could kill them.

“Baby please reconsider I want to talk about all of this, I know I should have before but I’m sorry for not doing so.”

It broke his heart watching your eyes fill with tears as your bottom lip wobbled slightly you searched his face for a moment seemingly losing the fight in you.

“I can’t not right now, maybe not ever. Goodbye Tyler.”

Pulling your arm away from him you left the apartment, closing the door behind you and going down to your car. Tyler felt numb as he stood there staring at the door willing, hoping you’d change your mind and come back up. When he felt his phone buzz, he grabbed it quickly thinking maybe you had decided to text him. What he saw made him want to throw up all over the floor.

MJF: Checkmate asshole enjoy being single

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two | Where It All Started…

The doctors office was like being hit by a truck. There was too much information to process while still grieving.

I wasn’t exactly cleared the way we wanted when she suggested condoms in another week after scaring Dom that anything prior could hurt the healing process. In another week I would have a new babysitter and Dom on the road with a storyline only getting worse.

Dom filled me in about her wearing his jacket and him being expected to take it off her, hotel key cards, and more of her so close to him. I still didn’t understand why he would agree or why his acting was so believable. I could detect any annoyance with her on top of him.

“I hate her,” I muttered to myself while forcing my eyes out the window of the silent car. Neither of us had said a word since the doctor blamed travel and stress of Dom’s career on our loss.

Liv got the parts of Dom I wanted and I feared the line of reality if we weren’t having sex.

My first stop inside was two pills and swig of water before I went directly upstairs. All I wanted was to crawl under the covers and not have to come out.

Dom must have trailed so far behind me I didn’t notice when he finally came up stairs. “You wanna drink tonight? I’ll order food and pick up alcohol.”

“Drink or get drunk?” I asked knowing I wanted everything to numb me right now. “Let’s go out. I don’t wanna be home anymore.”

“Okay, I’ll find a spot.” Dom agreed

After a nap, an energy drink and a hot shower I put on a black dress with puffy sleeves and some volume at the hips, anything willing to hit the fact that my stomach was still slightly puffed from being pregnant.

Dom had a button down with his chain and cross, dress pants and Nikes. I bit my lip seeing him in our closet from the open bathroom door. In my heels I leaned against the bed watching him smooth everything down.

“Not making it easy to not have sex, Dom.”

“Let’s just have fun tonight. We’ll worry about that shit later. And for the record, I watched you not put on panties. You’re not making it easier either.” He kissed my head before spanking my ass as he went by me.

I wasn’t wear panties on purpose. I wanted Dom to have access to me. Pulling up to the restaurant I immediately felt my heart swell when I realized it was the same place we had so many memories. From family dinners celebrating accomplishments to Dom and I just going alone before we labeled anything.

A French restaurant full of romance and twinkly lights. It was the perfect place to reconnect the way our doctor suggested.

“Dom. It’s perfect.” I squeezed his hand on my leg before slipping out of the car without him opening the door.

“You couldn’t just let me open that? They’re watching.” He whispered as I felt his hand on my back guiding me.

“If it’s not broken, we don’t need to fix it, right? I wanna forget all the bad tonight. All the ways we hurt each other. All the things telling us we shouldn’t love each other. I wanna drink too much and make love.” I expressed as his arm pulled me in around my neck and the host asked our name.

“Mysterio,” he offered without hesitation. It wasn’t his birth name but might as well been.

Walking through the restaurant we passed everyone, heading to the back where they would normally seat us in a private book. Slipping inside I made myself comfortable and waited for Dom to join me in the middle. He hated that but did it for me.

“Some wine to start?” The wait staff asked.

It felt different like the past didn’t matter and we could finally start fresh. No hurting each other or games. Once we had a few drinks in us Dom leaned in like someone might hear. “I saw that video of you and Finn. I just need to know if it was because of RAW.”

My heart stopped and all those good feelings faded quick. “I’m sorry. I wanted to prove it wasn’t nothing, that her on top of you isn’t just part of your job. Call it insecurity or possessiveness but it’s not fun for the person who loves you.”

His hands smoothed up my legs under the hem of my dress. “I know. I saw it babe. I felt everything you felt. I don’t control the storyline if I wanted to get paid. We have to stop using people to be a wedge between us.”

“I know. It wasn’t Finn’s fault at all. Don’t be mad at him.”

Dom polished off his drink and found my eyes, burying himself inside my soul. “I don’t blame him. I can’t even turn you down. That man had no chance the second you sat on his lap. I am gonna rough him up for touching your tits tho. It’s only fair.”

Laughing into his chest I felt my whole body smile when my leg draped over his lap and his mouth found mine.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the table on the left, sir.” The waiter placed down a new ice bucket with a bottle of expensive wine and left it corked as we finished the first bottle.

Both of us shocked we looked to the table and saw Blaine holding up a glass with a smile.

“Fuck me. Is that who I think it is?” Dom whispered in my ear and I felt forced to smile back.

Blaine strutted over full of confidence the way I remembered. We had lost touch when he went to college and I never looked him up or wondered until right now. “So you did end up with your brother? Congrats.”

“You know we aren’t related, Blaine. I was a refugee his family took pity on. What are you doing here?” I asked sternly, the only way he would hear.

“Visiting family, same old shit. You look good babe.” I could feel his eyes undressing me the way he always did. Only this time it felt different knowing he had seen me naked. “Don’t be awkward, I’ve probably seen you naked just as much as him.”

“That’s why she wasn’t fucking you bro. She was already fucking me.” Dom said it so casually that it didn’t even seem insulting, just factual.

Tucking my face into Dom I laughed quietly to myself as Blaine tried to force his power where he had none anymore.

“Good luck with your fake fighting. Sweetheart, still as beautiful as ever.” He stated before walking away. Blaine, my fucking ex, of all people. It was surreal if nothing else.

We both kept quiet waiting for Blaine to be out of hear shot when Blaine pivoted on his feet. “Does she still taste like fruit-loops? I wonder how many times she came because of me two feet away from you.”

Dom stood up quickly, fists already tight and his jaw clenched. “We can take this outside. I fight for a fucking living.”

Blaine chuckled, “Still so defensive. You use to take real hits, guess you can peek in high school. Can’t blame me for fingering her at games, she was my girlfriend you were trying to low key fuck.”

Dom got out of the booth despite me holding onto him and grabbed Blaine by the shirt. Pushing him towards the door I apologized to the staff and made sure they had Dom’s card on file before I followed them to the parking lot. It wasn’t a lie, Blaine was always my brand of relief even if that meant everything but sex.

[ flashback ]

Cheering for Dom’s football games were my own personal brand of hell. Just seeing him in his uniform felt like the secret code to inside my panties.

Blaine was captain, naturally, and my boyfriend which made things only more difficult. 

“I’ll see you on the field, okay? Hike this skirt up a little. Get me motivated.” His fingers tugged on the length falling mid thigh before kissing me on the cheek. 

“Blaine,” I called his name forcing him to look back at me next to his car still when I lifted my top and showed him my boobs. I didn’t realize Dom was walking that way too until he mistakenly saw too. 

My cheeks flared up in embarrassment but I had to keep pretending to be the perfect girlfriend for everyone’s sake. Dom had a girlfriend and I had Blaine.

After the first touchdown Blaine made he rushed the sidelines, wrapping his arms around me and picking up into the air. That was before Blaine noticed how I looked at Dom entirely. Back when it was pure. 

Blaine whispered before walking backwards, “Tonight, baby. I’m getting some.”

Glancing at the stands I saw Dom’s parents hear that and cringed into myself. 

Once they called halftime I felt like I could relax a little more without the pressure of being on alert. Blaine grabbed my hand, dragging me back to his car parked outside the boy’s locker room. “We’re all doing shots.”

Blaine opened the trunk of his big SUV and fished out a bottle of Jack for everyone to pass around. After his shot he stepped into me until my ass was against the lip of his trunk. “I wanna fuck that tight pussy. When are you done making me wait, baby?” 

I blushed, hiding my face behind me in case anyone was listening. “I’m nervous. Please, I’m having fun exploring with you…” I pleaded with him.

“There’s more we can do but you gonna let me, baby. Sit here, open these beautiful legs.” I sat on the trunk and felt the nerves wash over me. I had given Dom my virginity and had been stringing Blaine along just to keep my own feelings in check for Dom. 

Blaine’s fingers found my bloomers I had to wear under my skirt for cheer. Slipping two fingers inside the hem I felt him toy with my clit until pushing them inside me. “Oh my god,” I whimpered. “Everyone can see…”

“So tight, I need this around my cock, baby. Goddamn.” Ignoring my insecurities, Blaine’s mouth found my neck. 

“Blaine. People can see. Please.” I pleaded with him more as his fingers pumped in and out of me until I felt wet enough to ride them. I couldn’t help chasing his fingers while he pulled away. 

Dom’s eyes found me, watching Blaine finger me in his trunk with his arms crossed and his face twisted in pissed off. Something about knowing Dom was watching felt like the push I needed to clutch onto Blaine and come all over his fingers while muffling my whimpers against his under armor.

It was like I was coming for Dom and not my boyfriend.

“You like knowing people can see, huh? Tonight baby, I need some. I’m dying over here.” Taking his fingers back I watched Blaine suck my come off his fingers.

Going to the front of his car to talk to his team mates Dom walked over to me. “At a football game? In public? Do you know how important this game is? I don’t need to be forced to watch Blaine finger fuck you.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Dom. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be doing?”

“Force me to watch after what we did? He’s trying to make you come on his fucking golden fingers while I can’t stop replaying you riding my fucking dick every time I see you. Big difference, sweetheart. Don’t throw it in my fucking face because you can.” Dom took another swig. 

“What do you want me to do? I’m already making him wait out of respect for you.” I whisper-shouted back.

“What I want? I want you naked in my bed. I want to stop knowing what Blaine does or doesn’t do with you. I want to stop hearing you fucking your self. But do you know what I really want? I want you to stop fucking looking at me every time his hands on you like you can pretend it’s me touching you because if it were me I wouldn’t be stopping at some bullshit finger bang. I would be fucking you until your legs shook and you begged me to stop.” Dom’s words forced my legs to rub together and my ass to push further into the trunk like I was hiding from the truth. 

“Dom,” I called out for him before pulling on his long sleeve fitted shirt he wore under his gear. Pushing my lips to his I let myself kiss him the way I wanted when my mouth parted and I felt his tongue inside my mouth. 

Pulling away Dom stood up taller. “That’s what Blaine is for, remember? You can’t fuck me because you’re fucked up logic about having to love me too, remember?”

Dom walked away when Blaine was coming back for me. We both played it off that my necklace got caught on my hair and he was helping me but I could see whatever trust Blaine had in him was fading.

“Party at my house if we win,” he shouted to Dom who didn’t acknowledge him at all. Turning to me he whispered, “If he crosses a line let me know. He’s just pissed off he ain’t getting any.”

“He wouldn’t dare. You’re his best friend,” I smoothed it over knowing how much that would change every time I showed Blaine affection. 

Following the guys to the parking lot I really hoped this would end with verbal jabs. Dom wasn’t allowed to fight outside of lights, camera, action for liability purposes.

“You’ve always been second best. Just accept it dude. If I didn’t go play college ball she would still be mine.” They were really arguing over something that had happened in high school just to fluff their ego.

“I was fucking her before you even touched her bro. Why are you always competing with me? She’s mine now, no one cares.” Dom argued back.

Blaine looked at me, around Dom between us, “You didn’t tell him? Tell him the truth about us baby. It all wasn’t some fucking game you two had going.”

Dom looked over his shoulder and I didn’t know how to figure out what Blaine thought I was lying about when I shrugged. Sheer panic washing over me as I tugged on Dom’s arm.

“I asked her to marry me and she said yes the summer before I left for college.”

“Blaine. You can’t be serious, that was forever ago, you can’t play the I’m still yours card.” I argued when he smirked to himself.

“He deserves all the facts before he asks you himself. I can practically smell the ring on him, sweetheart.” I looked at Dom, questioning how Blaine would know that at all. “He still think we didn’t fuck either?”

“Blaine. Shut the fuck up.”

Standing back Blaine put up his hands, “Once you had Marie her legs pretty much fell open. Thanks for that, bro.”

Dom took one big step forward and punched my ex in the face before demanding I get in the car. I had never seen him so angry when he kept hitting Blaine. So much it scared me.

Rushing to his side I stopped him and we both hustled to the car before leaving. Suddenly his bad boy persona complete with an arrest didn’t seem so much a character but a part of Dom I never experienced for myself.

[luke-hughes43]

i can't luke, i'm sorry | luke + stella

had to make a post for my babies! i've missed them so much. this is so angsty and i'm so sorry. lots of sad stella and sad luke in this. but lukey boy is such an angel and an amazing boyfriend.

this is gonna be 2 parts bc this part is so long.

also trigger warning for: ab*rtions and unwanted pr*gnancies

~

stella's pov

the past couple months have been nothing short of crazy. between waiting on grad school applications, traveling every weekend for games, and luke having his own games that i would try to be at as best i could.

with the craziness of the last few weeks, i haven't been the best with my birth control so i've been feeling off lately. and i've been extremely nauseous in the morning but all of this can be chalked up to stress. right?

during a call with bella and i'm updating her on how shitty i've felt. she asks, "could you be pregnant?"

"i don't think so. i am still taking the pill just like not everyday. i've missed a few doses but i'm still on it regularly. so i don't think it's possible. i've always made sure to take it when luke and i fuck. there's no way bells." i say back.

"is he wearing a condom?" she asks. i pause not wanting to answer honestly. we haven't used them in over a year because i'm on the pill. i shake my head and mutter quietly, "no."

"go buy a pregnancy test and then call me back. actually get like 5."

"ok. don't tell anyone yet?" i ask. she responds, "of course. go, then call me back when you've taken them."

i hang up and drive to the closest pharmacy and get their most accurate at home tests. i pay and drive back to the apartment to take them. luke had an away game in columbus yesterday so he isn't home yet.

thank god, i would not be able to do this with him home.

i get home and take the tests, setting the timer on my phone, and then immediately calling bella back. she asks, "how's it going babe?"

"i'm scared." i say quietly waiting for time to pass. she says softly, "i know. it's ok to be scared."

"i don't know how to explain this to luke."

bella says carefully, "do you wanna be pregnant?"

i shake my head, “i’m not ready. i have to finish school, and i might take a fifth year, and with athletes unlimited i might go pro. there’s too much going on. i can’t be a mom. i can’t.”

“ok ok. let’s cross that bridge when we get there stella. one thing at a time. luke isn’t gonna be mad, you know that. he wants what’s best for you, always. that’s never gonna change." bella says calmly in a reassuring way. i nod but don't say anything. i'm just waiting for the timer to go off.

the timer finally goes off and i check all 4 of them. holy shit. 4 positives. definitively. no faint lines, all of them are two strongly dark lines or say pregnant. i let out a soft, "fuck."

"stella, what do they say?"

"i'm pregnant." i say just barely a whisper.

bella lets out a breath and quickly says, "ok. ok. we can figure this out. when does luke come home?"

"tomorrow i think. i just, i don't know what to do. bells, i don’t even know what day it is.”

"i know. that's ok. you have to tell him, even if you don't wanna keep it. he has to know stella."

"i know. i'm gonna tell him when he gets home. i just, what to do i do?" i ask her again. i think i'm in shock because i can feel myself talking but i'm not hearing the words coming out of my own mouth. i'm like frozen in place not knowing what to do.

bella says calmly, “just take a deep breath. it’s gonna figure itself out. you and luke will figure it out together, you guys are luke and stella, there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“that’s comforting. i’m so fucking scared. i cannot keep this baby bella, i cant. and i don’t want luke to hate me.”

“he’s not gonna hate you. he loves you too much to hate you. your the air he breathes stel, it’s gonna be ok.”

i start crying, “oh my god, my mom is gonna kill me. ellen is gonna kill me. trevor is gonna be so mad. everyone is gonna think i’m so irresponsible.”

as i say that, i hear the door open and the sound of my boyfriend's voice calling out softly, “stel, sweet girl, i’m home!”

i freeze, “he’s home. early. what am i gonna do?”

“talk to him. i’m gonna go, let me know how it goes. i love you and i got your back girl, always.” bella says and hangs up.

i take a deep breath and leave our bathroom to go see luke. i'm still shaking, and luke notices it as soon as he sees me, “stella, what happened?”

i just start crying repeating over and over, “i’m sorry luke. i’m so sorry.”

luke pulls me tight and just holds me until i calm down to tell him what’s going on. he gets me to calm down and asks, “stella, what happened? what’s wrong baby?”

i walk back to the bathroom and grabs all 4 positive tests. i walk out to show them to luke, “i’m pregnant.”

luke looks at the tests in my hands, and really looks at them. he smiles, “wait, what?”

i pause, “luke, i-“

“stella, what's going on?” luke asks.

i say quietly, “i don’t wanna keep it. i can’t luke, im sorry. but i cannot keep this pregnancy. please don’t hate me.”

“stella, if you aren’t ready do this, i support that. i know that you would have to put your career on hold and if you aren’t ready to do that, you don’t have to stella. it’s ok sweet girl, i'm not gonna hate you for making the best decision for you. i love you."

i just nod, i don't have the strength to actually say what i mean because that makes it real and i really want this to be a nightmare. luke guides me to the living room and sits me down on the couch. he kneels in front of me so that i can look his face. he cups my cheek, "stella, i wanna be there for you but you have to let me. just talk to me baby."

"i wanna have an abortion. i can't have this baby luke. i can't. i'm not ready to be a mom and i'm not ready to give up my career. i'm sorry but i can't." i say and sart crying again.

i didn't think i'd actually say that i want an abortion but i did. and that just made it real. luke just gently holds both of my hands and nods. he says softly, "ok. then that's what we're doing. do you want me to call my mom? and yours?"

i squeak out a quiet, "please?"

he nods, "ok. i'll see if my mom can fly out. she probably will. does anyone else know?"

"bella. i called her and it was her idea to take the tests. i don't know what i'm gonna tell my mom. or ellen. god they're gonna hate me."

luke quickly silences me, "hey, no. no one's gonna hate you. this obviously wasn't planned and we weren't careful enough. that's on me just as much. you are doing what is best for you, and that's all anyone asks. we'll figure this out together. why don't you go take a shower, i'll call our moms, and we'll go from there. how does that sound sweet girl?"

i mumble, "ok."

luke kisses me and i shuffle slowly to the bathroom to take much needed long shower.

3rd pov

luke heads into their kitchen and gets some water. he lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding and takes a minute to process what just happened.

his girlfriend, the love of his life, is pregnant. and it's his, because of course it is. and she doesn't wanna keep it. (which is totally ok with luke because it's stella's body and her life that would change and he would never ask her to do that if she wasn't ready for it.) and somehow, he has to explain this to both of their moms.

he builds the courage and finally calls ellen. she answers on the 3rd ring, "hey moose. what's up? how was columbus? are you home yet?"

"mom?"

"luke, what's going on? you have that tone in your voice." she recognizes the uncertainty in her youngest just by the tone of his voice when he talks. he says shakily, "i fucked up. and you need to come jersey."

"luke, what did you do?"

"just please mom? i need you, and stella needs you." he begs. he doesn't wanna say it over the phone. he'd rather do it in person. and he needs his mom right now. she exhales, "i'll be on the next flight out. is stella ok?"

"i don't know. i'm calling julie when i hang up with you. and please don't tell jack yet. i don't know if stella wants him to know and trevor doesn't so you can't say anything to jack."

"ok. i'll be there as soon as i can and i'll text you when i leave. just, is anyone dead or dying?"

"no. just come mom." he says, slowly losing his composure. ellen sighs, "i'm on my way. i'll be there soon luke. i love you honey."

"love you too mom." he says and hangs up.

he takes a deep breath to gather himself before calling stella's mom. this is the call he didn't wanna make. he dials julie's number and wait for her to pick up. he can hear the smile in her voice as she answers, "luke! what a pleasant surprise! how are you honey?"

"i'm good mrs zegras, how are you?"

"i'm good thank you. and for the millionth time, it's julie. mrs zegras is my mother in law. what can i do for you?"

"um, is there any chance that you can come down to our place? something happened and we need you. stella needs you. i already called my mom and she's on her way but stella needs her mom." luke explains.

julie questions, "is everything ok? what happened with stella?"

"this is conversation better suited in person. everyone is ok, but we need you. i don't know when my mom is getting here but we could use the both of you. and trevor doesn't know so can you not tell him anything? jack doesn't know either, we're keeping private right now."

"of course. i'll talk to ellen and will let you know when i'm on my way down. and stella's ok?"

"as ok as she can be. i've got her for now, until you both can get here. i'll let you know when that changes. thank you julie."

"always luke. let me talk to ellen and we'll let you know when we're on our way to you. and thank you for looking out for stella luke."

"always. i'll see you soon julie." he says and she hangs up.

he takes some more deep breaths and heads off to their bedroom to be with stella. he's not letting her go through this alone. he sees her curled in on herself in their bed, wearing his clothes. he walks over and sits next to her. not initiating contact, letting her make the moves. he's never seen her like this and he doesn't make her own thoughts in her head worse.

she moves and just curls into him as close aa she can. luke instantly holds her close to him. he starts rubbing her back and says, "my mom is on her way. and your mom is gonna come down when mine gets into jersey. it's gonna be ok and we'll figure this out. i promise."

"ok." she says quietly.

luke presses a kiss to her head and says, "no matter what, i love you stella. that's never gonna change. we'll get through together. like we have everything else."

"i love you too." stella says back and just closes her eyes and focuses on luke just being there. she ends falling asleep in that position and when she wakes up the next morning, she realizes that it wasn't just a nightmare.

she really is pregnant.

[shreddeddescent]

family tree? more like family hoola hoop. family box. family time machine. help

SAJKDHJKHAS NO ACTUALLY ACTUALLY THO hold on. i will show you this piece of 'leo gets too fucking high and spirals over the fucking shit and kirby followed him to sit with him while he comes down' thing i wrote. because leo also makes this joke.

“God I’m too high… why are we finally talking when I’m high? This is a bad first impression…”

“You’re making a fine impression, don’t worry..” Kirby wiped his own eyes.

“Why did you take so long to talk to me..? We… we went back to the room and figured it out, everybody chatted with you guys but me… I thought you must have hated me..”

“Oh… I’m sorry it felt like that. It was… ugh. Jenny’s fault, she wasn’t supposed to get spotted. Then things kept going wrong. I guess it worked out, cuz you figured it out, I felt bad cuz Raph looked fucking… miserable when he realized. But it wasn’t gonna be good to do it in public, you know..? We were just tracking. Trying to be stealthy. Did a bad job. I only avoided you cuz I knew you’d try and kick my ass, even if Raph told you not to.”

He snorted. “You’re probably right… Still. Rude not to let me get in on the drama before it happened.”

“Tch, are you kidding? My sisters kept jumping in and making shit worse. We had.. some kind of plan. They just got distracted.”

“Ugh, you are my son aren’t you… so sorry, that’s your curse now.”

He laughed loudly and shook his head. “It’s fine, I love them..”

Leo took a deep breath and blew it out. He stared up at the stars again.

“So. Why did you guys like… travel to this time or dimension or whatever? Just for us? Or something else?”

“For you. I dunno how much of it you’ll get right now cuz you're way too high to get it, wanna keep my explanation clear. We’re here cuz we wanna be. We’re here cuz we love you, even if that makes no sense. We’re not here looking to get revenge on parents who abandoned us, we’re here to see if you guys need help. Cuz knowing how you grew up, comparing it to ourselves… we feel bad. And we feel like adults who can help. We feel like you’re more like.. little brothers. If that’s okay.”

“Raph said you felt like a dad. Like a real dad. He barely knows what that’s like, you know that I’m sure.” Leo blurted out of nowhere and looked over at him.

Kirby looked surprised to hear that. He looked down at himself.

“Huh… I guess I did say I was to the creep. Just kinda felt like the best thing to say in the moment…” he scratched his chin.

“Does that bother you?” Leo asked. He was worried he’d said one of Raph’s secrets he wasn’t supposed to.

“No… I don’t think it does. I mean… obviously it’s wrong, cuz it’s the opposite. But… you guys have literally never had a dad.”

“Have you?”

He looked back over. “Oh. Yeah, uh, Draxum raised us. He wasn’t the best as babies, but he turned it around. He’s not like the worlds best dad, but we were loved. We turned out okay. Took a while, but I do actually know how dads are supposed to work.”

Leo frowned and looked back at the pool. That felt unfair for some reason. He would never ever know the unconditional love of a father. It didn’t feel fair that his son who’d been whisked away out from under him got some kind of stable home. Why couldn’t he have had that? Why was he fucking traumatized and scared of rooftops and booming voices and being forced to rape his brother?

Kirby reached his hand out again.

Leo eyed it and took it.

“If you guys need someone to be a dad, I… I think I could be that. If that was what you wanted.”

Leo took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to. It’s just.. the vibe you gave off. Maybe it was the fucking trunks you had on. You had very big dad energy.”

He laughed and squeezed his hand.

“You really use humour to shy away from emotional honesty doncha?”

“Ugh.. you know my big secret. I can die now.”

Kirby rolled his eyes and laughed.

“I don’t know exactly what you need, Leo. But I think I’m willing to try and help with anything. Maybe it sounds dumb, maybe it’s some selfish desire to reconnect with a family I felt separated from, but we wanna be here. I wanna help you. If you want it.”

“You get that sounds crazy no matter what, right? You wanna.. jump through time or whatever, put yourselves in the timeline of your parents and raise them? You your own grandpa, Kirby?”

He leaned over and flicked Leo in the head.

Leo laughed and hummed. “Yeah. You already fit in. I could see it.”

Kirby rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb.

“You okay now Leo?”

“Still quite high. Not sure when it’s coming down. Might be a while.”

“You cool if I just sit with you while you do?”

Leo looked over at him and smiled. “Yeah… I’d like that. Just don’t judge me if I say anything too stupid.”

“You’ve said plenty stupid already and I’m still not judging.”

“Thanks DAD…” he mumbled as he stared up at the stars.

And Kirby just laughed warmly beside him.

[sugarcryztal]

Hello I was wondering if I can request a romantic matchup for mha please? And I also request some nsfw headcanons as well? :)

I’m a 25 year old woman and my pronouns are she/her. I am bi, but I do have a preference for men. I’m 5’4 with a curvy/chubby body type, which I’m very insecure about. I have wavy dark blue hair that’s just passed my shoulders as well. I have many piercings (ears, nose and lips) and I have a tattoo on my left thigh as well. I also have big tree eyes and I wear glasses.

I’m shy and awkward around new people. But once I feel comfortable enough to break out of my shell I’m much more talkative, bubbly, playful, giggly, sarcastic, sweet and a bit moody/sensitive at times. I do have a spicy side where I can be super sarcastic and petty. But that only happened when I’m upset. I prefer to stay home than going out, even though I enjoy traveling. I love to help others out and make them feel welcomed and included. My sense of humor is often dry, awkward and a tad bit dark. So most of the time it’s just me laughing at my jokes lol. I suffer from mental health issues and need someone who can be patient and understanding of that. I can be social when I want to, but I’d rather be more reserved and observant of my surroundings during social settings.

Sexually, I’m much more submissive and I’d rather have my partner be the more dominant one. But I can be a bit bratty as well. My kinks are light choking and spanking, dirt talk, brat taming and restraints 😅.

I enjoy reading, traveling, makeup, fashion and shopping, playing instruments, singing, anything spooky and paranormal, tarot readings, food lol, going on walks, nature and napping! I can literally sleep for hours on end. I love animals and kids as well. I have two cats of my own and would like to have kids in the future. I also hate spiders, crowds, loud abrupt noises, being belittled, and rude/inconsiderate people.

I do enjoy teasing and banter though, so I need someone who can dish it out as well lol. I’m not much of a touchy person as being randomly touched by people triggers my anxiety. But I can be very cuddly and clingy with my partner.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a good day/night~!

Your MHA match is . . .

HAWKS !

SFW:

Oh boy where do I even start? Pre-relationship? Pre-relationship.

- Before you and Hawks officially got together I feel like you guys would, for lack of a better term, friends with benefits that definitely had some romantic tension. He definitely thought you were a baddie. 🙏

- Bonus: When he had a crush on you he was probably kind of scared because he didn’t wanna lose because what would he do without your shy and snappy personality!

- Even though he seems like a pretty outgoing dude, he’s also pretty content with staying at home with you! He says he doesn’t need to go to parties because he’d rather be with you anyway. (I imagine him having a bit of separation anxiety.)

- When it comes to your mental health challenges I can imagine he is willing to overcome them with you. Though he may not get it sometimes, he plans to make you his wife someday. And happy wife or no life!

- If you are prone to anxiety attacks and touch is a specific trigger, he is literally body shielding you from everyone. He doesn’t like watching people touch what’s his anyway.

- If you do break down every so often, he is always there to pick you up. Well, not always because of his job, but he tries his best. When he is home he will lend his shoulder to cry and lean on as you talk about what happened. After all of that he likes to treat you as comfort! Snacks, movies, games, manga, whatever you would like you shall have!

- If you guys wanna go travel I can imagine you just hopping onto his back and using h wings to fly to your destination LMAO

- Don’t worry too much about if you’re heavy or not, he reassures and proceeds to pick you up bridal style to prove his strength. He loves carrying you because he can hold you as close as he wants!

- Wants to do ALL of your hobbies with you.

- He learns how to play an instrument, he lets you practice make up on him or he practices on you, you guys host mini fashion shows for each other to decide what to wear on dates, if you did a tarot card reading on him he will be slightly freaked at the accuracy, but overall support you, watching horror movies with you, and, his personal favorite, taking naps with you. He loves spooning you and stuffing his face into your hair.

- Will tease you, but never with things you’re insecure about. You guys made this board where if someone successfully teased the other and flustered them that would give them a point and whoever has the most by the end of the week gets one favor from the loser.

-When he heard you wanted cats he was like “omg same!” and then you guys got a tuxedo cat he WANTED to name Nuclear Missle, but you protested and settled on the name Tux instead.

- Tux hates him by the way. Whenever Hawks tries to play with Tux he always comes back covered in scratches, but if you play with him you’re just fine! Favoritism smh.

It was a quiet afternoon in your and Hawk’s apartment. The sun outside was slowly setting with each minute passed. It was tranquil and calm as you read a new novel you got into by the window.

That was until you heard the loud shattering sounds of a vase and hissing noises. You quickly got up and rushed to the living room and lo and behold, your boyfriend was holding your cat as it scratched at him while hissing.

You sighed deeply and gently took your cat from him, setting him down before tending to the scratches on Hawk’s face. He whined, “Babe, it’s just a scratch! Now come on, give me a kiss!”

You huffed a stern no at him and he whined more. He was your boyfriend, didn’t he deserve a bit of affection?

“You’re a fool, you know that?” You mumbled at him.

“Hmm. Yeah. But at least I’m your fool~” He replied in a teasing tone. He gently swatted your hand away from his face as he cupped your cheek and dragged you into a slow and passionate kiss.

(SORRY THAT WASN’T LONG 😭)

NSFW

- DEFINITION OF MAN IN THE STREETS AND A FREAK IN THE BED!!!!

- When you guys are in bed, he loves pressing his face against your stomach or into your boobs and thighs. You can whine all you want, he’ll still do it.

- LOVES using his quirk to pin you down to the bed so you can’t move while he ruts into you! Also loves tying you up in ropes or handcuffing you to the bed.

- Oh, and don’t even think of mentioning insecurity to him. Because he will fuck you so hard that you forget everything about it.

- Either loves missionary or prone boning you. Prone boning especially if you were being bratty earlier.

If you’re to fucked out to speak: “Oh? What’s wrong baby bird? Getting dumb on my cock? Yeah that’s what I thought. Too rough? Should’ve listened to me before then.” He wraps a hand around your neck from behind, lightly squeezing your throat just enough to produce tears and have you begging for more.

If you still decide to be a brat: “You wanna be like that, brat? Ass up. I’m not going easy on you now.” And proceeds to spank your ass until it’s a little red, not enough to do serious damage though.

- Don’t listen to him when he says he’ll be gentle. 9/10 times he’s lying. It’s really not his fault! You’re just so warm and soft!

- You said you wanted kids? Oh he will definitely give you kids. If he pulls out and sees any of his seed leaking out, he scoops it onto his fingers and pushes it inside of you.

- And you guys aren’t stopping until he knows you’re pregnant!

- Aftercare? Aftercare!!!!!

- After letting you rest a bit, he’ll get up and prepare things like your favorite food and/or drink. A nice bath for you both to soothe any achy muscles, and matching pajamas for a movie marathon!

Thank you so much for requesting!

08.21.24

[leeiivxy]

THE NOBLE HOMES OF NOBLE PEOPLE

reality; house of the dragon

genre; the world

synopsis; what colorful places do the colorful powerhouses of Westeros live?

warning; swearing and canon divergent

wc; 744

catologue | travelers guide

Casterly rock

𓍯 Now, I want all fo y’all to know I HATE THE LANNISTERS, but……I love the way they live. Its so nice there, everything is so comfortable, the food is always amazing, the weather is always nice, the worst part about it is the people. The castle has even more hidden passage ways then the Red Keep for whatever reason, like your not that important guys but whatever. 

Dragonstone

𓍯 NOW IM SCARED OMG GUYS IM SO SCARED. Dragonstone is my new home after I marry Jace, I’m mostly there for the war planning, and to keep Corlys and our naval fleet in check cause you know that man is doing anything and nothing that the same time. The dark stone, the heavy rains, the tall towers, and constant dragon fire makes this place the perfect setting for a stephen king novel, and an even better place for a Valyrian.

Eyrie

𓍯 Now why is thing so high up? Like genuinely going to this place anywhere but dragon back is the worst, because its so fucking steep? Why am I angled 90 degrees right now? The arryns is nice and all but I don’t like them enough personally to want to make that trek, followed by the tall narrow castle, its like a fucking mirror house I don’t understand it. I will say as the most geographically high castle, the risk of flying dragons during a war is high, because the scorpions are even more deadly if someone doesn’t know the differences between dragons.

Red keep

𓍯 BOO during Viserys I reign, YAY during Rhaenrya’s reign. My experience with the capital is so mixed because I love to play the poilitcal games, but I hate the place. It smells, the heat makes it 10 times worst, BUT I does have the most wine imported, so that is a MAJOR plus. The openness of the castle is nice, the view of the water is beautiful, and being able to help the smallfolk directly means a lot to me. Also I love to have a spy running around the castle, so much fun. 

Storms end

𓍯 The Baratheons lowkey scare me, and storms end deserves its name, the constant and terrifying thunderstorms are not pleasant, making the castle only reachable by ship or land, WHICH IS JUST AS AWFUL FROM THE CONSTANT STORMS. The dark, humid, and rough walls, the scruffy and tough nature of the people and the nobles, I try to stay away and just send letter, but I cannot tell you how many raven have gotten lost on their way their, or have just straight up turned around and came back.

Winterfell

𓍯 I love winterfell, I just wanna get that out of the way, as well as multiple Stark me COUGH COUGH Jon and Robb AHEM, thank you for the moment to compose myself, but back to the promised information. Winterfell has amazing food, I love the gods wood, and I love the castle, the constant crackle of the fire, the sound of boiling water from the springs running though the walls, and the beautiful snow. I love snow, even though my dragon Falkor, isn’t very fond, he will go to the wall which is really helpful for me. 

High garden

𓍯 Highgarden is the best, aside for the hightower trauma, because its beautiful?? Im frolicking through fields of flowers?? The place is clean, people can afford to live well, and the education rates are so high?? WOWIE, thats great! The beautiful stained glass that litter the place, the amazing marble and stone the carvings in the wall, I LOVE IT.

Saint Lavi

𓍯 My childhood home, AKA THE BEST PLACE EVER. the best draperies, the best dragon pit, the best food, the long winding halls filled with secret passages leading to the rooms in which we do the magic that is currently illegal. I think about my childhood bed room a lot, the beautiful painting of Valyrian freehold, the soft white wolf furs, I miss it so much. 

authors note; could you consider this to be the best thing in the world? no. but it was so fun that I don't care.

[bisluthq]

Do you feel fulfilled in your job/career? I feel pretty stagnant since Covid and I don't really know how to break out of it. I'm 29, and I kinda just want to reset my life quit my job and move back across the country to my parents and try again lol

I mean… no lol not entirely but I’ve done a ton of resets now (just since COVID) and I’m still not like totally happy. I don’t miss my pre COVID job because it was mad stressful and high pressure and I don’t want that stress or deadlines and I don’t want to travel that much for work rn because I have yk the house and stuff to think about, I really have never dug online teaching - not during the pandemic and not now - but I don’t want to go back to academia/in person teaching (my pre pre COVID job). I also am in the insanely fortunate position where I could theoretically swing being like a stay at home and having a side hustle idk selling Avon products or whatever for like fun money but that’d be really depressing for both my partner and me. I liked working on the house a lot but like that’s when there was stuff to actively do. Idk I think I like project based things?? I like saying “this is what needs to be done” and doing it but once I’ve achieved it I wanna move on. I’m not sure that makes sense and I’m actively not sure I have good advice here because as I say, I reset my life all the time lol and I’ve never found something that makes me super happy longterm. I’ve also tried a lot of therapy and stuff and that’s never helped so I am not even gonna suggest that.

what I will say, is if there’s something you actively wanna do - do it (if you can afford to). I’m not sure what I actively wanna do. That’s the whole problem. I guess I really like writing but not for pubs I’ve worked for (again longterm, I enjoyed them for a bit) and I don’t like have enough ideas to freelance full time (I’ve tried). I’d like to write a book but I’m scared to try so idk I just plod along doing random things lol that pay my bills. Also don’t quit working if you can’t pay your bills obvi that’s a bad idea. If you have something you wanna do and have the money to, I say do it. I’m not sure I will, but you should. If you hate it, and you might, you can always try again. Life’s not a game lol or an exam and you can’t win it or pass it. You can just do what feels right at the time and move on when the seasons change.

[lunarticxenia]

Moon Signs Pt. 2

Hi guys here’s part 2 of the moon sign series! After I post this, I’m going to be focusing more on answering your questions, I have a lot to answer. Thanks so much for all the support! Without further ado, here’s Libra through Pisces moons! 

🌵Libra Moon: You guys LOVE attention, and you don’t even try to hide it LMAO. One of my good friends is a Libra moon and he literally loves to say outlandish things just to get a reaction from us and to get attention from us if we’re not talking to him enough in a conversation. Libra moons also love relationships and if underdeveloped they may feel incomplete without one. They can also be very dependent on their partner for happiness as well. However, they are romantic and in love with love. They’re also extremely sensitive and are very feminine. Even in men, it gives them a more feminine touch to their personality. They also hold their morals in very high regard. They have their set morals and won’t change them for anything or anyone. They also tend to hate conflict and usually shy away from confrontation. They’re also too nice, WAYYYYYY too nice. You guys need to be more assertive LMAO. They’re also extremely optimistic and if they don’t believe in that particular way they at least try to be optimistic with others. They’re always reminding you the glass is half full. Also, Libra moons are mad clingy. Even with those they’re not dating LMAO. My Libra moon friend whenever I try to leave the FaceTime Call, he’s like “Don’t go... :(”. They just love to be around the ones they love. They’re also in love with beauty, and all things beautiful in the world. They’re lovers of music, art, film, and literature. Libra moons also have a softness in their eyes, I can’t describe it. This girl I used to like has a Libra moon and her eyes were just so soft. They’re also extremely indecisive, they tend to flip flop between who they wanna be and what they wanna do. They also aren’t shy when it comes to compliments, they will compliment TF out of you. They’re the best hype man. They also put others before themselves a lot, and can be very shy upon first meeting them. However once they feel comfortable around you they open up. One last thing, I feel like they tend to like anyone who’s nice to them...don’t attack me. LMAO.  

🌵Scorpio Moon: I feel like Scorpio moons have about ten different playlists relating to their emotions and still won’t open up to anyone about how they feel. Scorpio moons I feel have such intense emotions that they just don’t deal with them and they tend to implode after a while. I relate to them a lot in that respect tbh with my Sun square Moon, because that’s how I am. You guys are also super passionate and super creative. Every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been really creative in some way whether it be makeup, fashion style, or artwork. I’ve also noticed that this is a very alluring placement, there’s this intriguing way about them, and like Aries Moons, they have a fire in their eyes. Their gaze is INTENSE. They’re also very selective with who they let close to them, they don’t let just anybody in. They’re also very good at reading other people and seeing people’s true intentions. They have an extremely good intuition. If underdeveloped this can be used to manipulate other people, as well as being compulsive liars. Scorpio moons are also very protective over the ones they love. If you mess with anyone they care about, they will kill you. End of story. Also I feel like every Scorpio moon I’ve met has been through the wringer, like they’ve really had some hard experiences, it’s so sad to me. Scorpio moons are also extremely stubborn, remember this is a fixed sign. Scorpio moons ain’t playing, once they’ve settled on something, they’re not budging. Also, can we just say, masters at investigating people. These are the friends you want stalking your ex’s social media. They will find out everything. They’re also really good psychologists as well, almost all the Scorpio moons I’ve met are actually Psychology majors LMAO. They’re very good at finding the root causes of people’s issues. I also feel like Scorpio moons undergo a lot of transformations in their lives. I’ve known a Scorpio moon for about 10 years now and he’s undergone so many different transformations in his life. Mentally and physically. They’re also extremely sarcastic and have a tendency to be pessimistic. They’re also mad scary when angry. I’ve seen them angry before, as an Aries moon, even I get a little scared.... love y’all tho. 

🌵Sagittarius Moon: The funniest people ever. Sagittarius moons always have me laughing my ass off. Their sense of humor is very diverse. They tend to stick with sarcasm and like to say outlandish things to make people laugh. Also, I feel like Sagittarius moons tend to go for science/math oriented careers or at least have an interest in those subjects. I know four Sag moons, and they’re all in STEM it’s actually crazy. They’re also extremely blunt and honest, especially when it comes to people they don’t like LMAO. They make it very clear when they don’t like someone, it’s so funny. They’re also just so much fun, like they’re genuinely so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I’ve never not had a good time hanging out with a Sagittarius moon. I feel like Sag moons however tend to struggle with asserting themselves a lot of times, until they get really fed up.  They’re very much go with the flow kinda people, and this can be to their detriment especially with the ones they love, they don’t wanna rock the boat. However, they also make really good mediators and are good at settling arguments. They also really like to travel, and likely have traveled a lot. All the Sagittarius moons I know have traveled to at least 4+ countries. They love traveling the world, and I’ve also noticed move or want to move far away from their childhood home. They wanna explore everything the world has to offer. My cousin who’s a Sag moon left her parents’ house to move a few states away and my other friend who’s a Sag moon wants to move to the other side of the country. These individuals also tend to like foreign culture as well. I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to like foreign music or foreign tv shows. I feel like they also tend to ignore their emotions when they get sad and just don’t like to deal with their emotions. They also don’t like to talk about how they feel and will brush sad things off because it’s just too upsetting for them. However, once the emotions boil over, just like their anger, they will blow up LMAO. I’ve also noticed that they’re really good at teaching people things? Like my Sag moon friend explained this Chemistry equation to me I couldn’t understand and I got it after 10 minutes. Natural teachers. 

🌵 Capricorn Moon: Guys, it’s okay to open up. You don’t have to pretend to be so strong all the time, you’re not weak for showing your emotions. Anyway, Cap moons have high expectations for people, and will not tolerate any bs from people. I seriously commend them for that. I feel like Cap moons struggle with how their points are being expressed, they can say one thing, but it’s seen as something else. While Capricorn moons may struggle with expressing their emotions, I haven’t found them to be closed off or cold when meeting them. Every Capricorn moon I’ve met has warmed up to me very quickly and have been super nice. I feel like they’re very friendly and once they have a conversation with you they’re really warm and kind. Also, they’re not afraid of anything?? Except for showing their feelings maybe. But like, they’re so open to trying new things like scary rollercoasters and aren’t afraid to fight for themselves if they have to. Also, super fucking ambitious. I wish I could be ambitious. These people will really have like three jobs, be in school, and tend to household responsibilities. I don’t know how you guys do it. Now everyone says Capricorn moons are just analytical and systematic when confronted with conflict, and I personally haven’t found that to be true. If they feel wronged?? Nah. They’re not going to be systematic or logical or anything. They will go off. As for personal challenges, yes they’ll be more analytical. But I feel like everyone boils down Cap moons to emotionless and machine-like nerds, which I find to be very untrue. Capricorn moons are very soft once they’re vulnerable with you, and genuinely feel like they’re bothering people when they show their emotions and feel weak for showing them. Also I’ve noticed that their mom is a big motivator for their success. Their moms always push them to do their best in work and school. If poorly aspected, they could feel too pressured by their moms to do well. Also, they’re so underrated for being funny. They have a really dry sense of humor and it’s well developed. I also feel like they get overlooked for putting others before themselves, when it comes to the people they love they’ll do anything for them. Brb gonna go give my Cap moon friends a hug. 

🌵Aquarius Moon: You guys are just so unique. There’s something unique about each and every Aquarius moon, whether it’s a quirk or a hobby. These people are literally the best to talk to. It’s so easy to have a conversation with them, they really can talk about anything. I’ve also noticed that Aquarius moons tend to be interested in astrology and tarot and things of that kind. Every Aquarius moon I’ve met has been really interested in it, and even involved in it. I feel like they also have big dreams, and have big plans for themselves. Aquarius moons also love to get lost in their music and tend to use it as an escape. This can be a problem because they tend to avoid dealing with their feelings. They also go between reacting to things really heavily vs not reacting at all. It just seems like it goes back and forth. They speak up with things are unjust however only to their friends or online. They just don’t like to deal with face to face conflict in that regard. They also give really great advice. My best friend is an Aquarius moon and she always gives me the best advice. She knows me better than I know myself tbh. I feel like Aquarius moons relish in being unique LMAO. I’m 99% sure they had an “I’m not like other girls” phase. I feel like this placement always tends to space out and daydream a lot. They also aren’t the types to just lash out at people, their anger is more subtle (unless they have other placements of course). I feel like Aquarius moons also have a lot of friends but they tend to have a small group of friends that they tend to be super super close with. They’re also...really charming? I don’t know what it is, but like every single one I’ve met has been really charming and likable. They also have a really goofy sense of humor and love to do wild shit to make people laugh. I feel like some downsides of Aquarius moons are that they tend to be too analytical and rationalize things too much, and they inadvertently invalidate other people’s feelings. Aquarius moons are also super open minded to all opinions. I have a friend who I tend to disagree with on certain issues but they’ve always been open to hearing my opinion. They also love to travel too. I’ve noticed that as well. 

🌵Pisces Moon: To think, I was almost one of you guys. No seriously I almost was, if I were born four hours earlier I would’ve been a Pisces moon LMAO. Anyhoo, Pisces moons are just so sweet. I don’t know how else to start, they literally are the sweetest people and give off this mystical type of aura. They’re very otherworldly. Also, these people daydream 24/7. They put Aquarius moons to shame in daydreaming. This girl I like is a Pisces moon and I always catch her daydreaming LMAO. They’re also extremely sensitive too and feel things so deeply. They try to hide how they feel from people, but you can see it in their eyes. I can always tell when my Pisces moon friend is upset just by the look in her eyes. They also tend to be introverted and it takes a while for them to warm up to someone. My co-worker is a Pisces moon and it took 2 weeks for her to finally start talking to me LMAO. They also have really vivid and wild dreams too. I feel like my Pisces moon friend is always telling me about some wild dream they had like that they were in a castle or in an ocean. They also can be really moody, they can be fine one second and then get really sad out of nowhere. Their emotions are like the ocean. I feel like another downside of Pisces Moons are that they can be very manipulative however this is really with any underdeveloped water moon/sun placement. I also feel like they tend to be escapists a lot. They don’t like to deal with reality a lot, and they see the best in everything and everyone even if it’s to their demise. They’re also super friendly and are nice to everyone they meet, even if they’re reserved they’re still very sweet. They’re also extremely creative too, I feel like every Pisces moon I’ve ever met has some sort of creative hobby. My co-worker who’s a Pisces moon is working on becoming a photographer and her stuff is AMAZING. I think that’s because they see the best in the world and the beauty in everything; and they know how to show that in their work so others can see the world like they do. They’re also super empathetic and are really good listeners. You can talk to them about anything and feel understood. :) 

So this wraps up my moon sign series! I hope you guys liked it! Again, don’t take offense these are just my opinions on each moon sign! Hope you guys enjoyed, and if you don’t see your moon sign here it’s likely in part one. 

[versadies]

general + lantern rite with scaramouche hc (gn!reader, 400 follows special)

penpal: it’s finally here!!! thank you guys sm for the follows and the support. i enjoy writing hcs and i’m happy that a lot of you like it! a few of you also requested me for a scaramouche general hc so hope this lives up to your expectations. happy readings! - ver.

warning/s: ooc!scaramouche

sypnosis: what it’s like to date scaramouche + hang out with him in lantern rite festival

note: i was actually supposed to make this toxic given that scaramouche is... scaramouche but my heart can’t take it so i decided to just go wild on this one.

-> i salute to you for dating this man.

-> scaramouche is scary and is probably not even the type to be interested in having romantic relationships. the fact that he fell in love with you though is shocking to the fatui if they even find out about it. hell, even the man himself is surprised.

-> he’s going to be not so affectionate at first (just subtle affection here and there but no kisses or long cuddling) since he’s not an affectionate type of guy but as time goes by, he’ll eventually start to give you lots of affection.

-> pda is a no for scaramouche. the two of you have to agree in keeping this relationship a secret due to not only the danger you could be in but also the fact that he doesn’t want anyone to know about your relationship with him.

-> don’t get him wrong— it’s not that he’s ashamed of dating you. he knows that almost everyone in teyvat hates the fatui, so the fact that the potential harassment given to you from others is a possibility, he doesn’t want you to be in that situation.

-> the way he acts around you is unpredictable. i think he’d be both cold yet affectionate if that’s even possible. don’t worry, his mean demeanor is different to you than how he acts around everyone else— it’s less harsh and harmless, to which you understand that he’s not serious. feel free to bicker back at him, he won’t kill you.

-> your family would’ve thought he forced you into this if they found out of your relationship with the man. it will take you a lot of reassurance to them that you weren’t forced and the fact that you love him as much as he to you.

-> dates with him are to be private. i’d think he’d pull on a reservation on a restaurant and make sure that everyone around you knows that this date is “private affairs on your debt” (even though you never had a debt in the first place). even if these “private affairs” happens a bit too often than normal, people would be too scared to even confront scaramouche.

-> i honestly see this guy as a classy man. he’ll pull classy dinners, walking around the city hand-in-hand at 3am when everyone is asleep, go somewhere private outside + get a picnic date + star-gazing, etc.

-> i can already imagine this man telling you all of his theories on the skies and on teyvat during your picnic-stargazing dates while you listen and eat an inazuma dish. (his line about the sky being fake really do be sus to me to this day 👀👀👀)

-> during dates where you two aren’t living together yet and when scaramouche always has to escort you to your dates, he’ll definitely not hesitate to throw a pebble against your bedroom window if you’re not going to answer the door after countless of pounding against it. he’ll throw every pebble he can get from the ground until it either breaks or you finally answered lol

-> like childe, scaramouche is hella busy. unless you’re in either snezhnaya or inazuma— then you two can be able to spend time. however if you live in other nations that isn’t one of the two, you’d have to get used to a long distance relationship. however if you’re not the kind to like a long distance relationship, then sorry to break it to you, that relationship might not work unless you and scaramouche are able to find a way.

-> breaks for him are rare, he’s a hardworking man and wants to live up to the tsaritsa’s expectations (even if he dislikes the archon). when he does go home to you, he makes sure that he’ll spend time with you every single moment and that they’re all precious memories.

-> he is lowkey caring but he will deny it will all of his life if you even mention it. oh you fell asleep on the couch while waiting for him to go home? wow would you look at that, the wind is so kind for putting a blanket over you and he somehow wasn’t there! oh my gosh you’re getting a cold and is coughing a lot? la signora is so nice for making some people from the fatui to offer medicine and it’s def not him, who has the upper hand in ordering them to do it!

-> don’t get me started on him spoiling you. he always writes letters to you and every letter he sent always has a small gift or a package sent with a scared-looking fatui member who just wants to go home. the gifts are either souvenirs from his travels or something that reminds him of you. either way, it’s always what you like.

-> you can’t convince me that not all of his letters are 60% him complaining about how his subordinates have some audacity to give him headaches and how he just wants to lowkey go home to you because of it (in reality, the both of you know he just misses you).

-> ik a lot of scaramouche simps really wanna try his hat out and i can already imagine you finding ways to get your hands on his hat without him noticing or not wearing it. if you somehow managed to get the prize, he’ll def try to get it from you and won’t hesitate to throw (harmless) threats until you finally give in and give it to him.

-> fighting with scaramouche is kind of rare given that he’s mostly away but when it does happen, it’s related to him being too harsh or his sudden announcement that he has to leave. your arguments never includes long distance relationship since it’s something you and scaramouche expected and are ready for. of course, scaramouche will treat it as if you’re the one making a big deal out of it— which is something that angers you and a disadvantage of dating him.

-> during those arguments, the way he acts depends on how serious it is. by the time you leave the room to get some space, he’ll give you all the space you need— though he couldn’t help but not ignore the harsh pangs he’s feeling from his chest.

-> scaramouche will def be the first to apologize because he feels guilty (the feeling of not being satisfied is strong whenever you leave and he hates it) and doesn’t want you to be mad anymore. unless the fight is truly your fault, he’ll wait till you apologize.

-> his favorite moments are always when he’s allowed to take you with him to his travels for a mission. he won’t admit, he’s very looking forward to show you around places privately and his ego will rise if you praise him for his intelligence on the land. though, those who try to interrupt his private moments with you just to tell scaramouche about something related to the fatui— they’ll face an even harsher treatment than normal.

-> nights with scaramouche are quiet. the moment scaramouche lays down on the bed and closes his eyes for a moment, he’s asleep. can’t blame him, he’s always exhausted from the fatui so he needs it. however, he does make sure you yourself get some sleep as well. he’ll make sure that you’re always beside him before he sleeps.

-> mornings with him are short. he’ll wake up first and immediately get ready for work while you’re on your bed still sleeping. scaramouche won’t be able to eat breakfast in your home and always buy food on his way there since he doesn’t have time to wait (and partially doesn’t wanna make you wake up just to cook for him). he makes sure to kiss your forehead and leave.

-> don’t ever bring up about his goodbye kisses, he will straight up take that secret to his grave. the moment you mention it, he’ll act like you killed someone. “me? kissing you on the forehead? are you sure you’re not dreaming at that time?” he would say while hiding his light reddened cheeks with his hat.

-> if you’re the type to wake up very early though, he’d definitely try to wake up at the same time as you and run with you in the morning if you do. though if you’re not the type to do morning runs, you’ll either cook for his lunch or get ready for work as well. he won’t admit it... but he likes your cooking. expect yourself to be the one to ask for a goodbye kiss cuz man’s going to act like he doesn’t want to do it.

-> as for fatui when you date scaramouche... they’ll probably find out fast. if you don’t work for the fatui, scaramouche will make sure you will never be involved with them. he knows how the fatui can be and will be mad if he finds out you came across to one of the harbingers.

-> overall, dating him is just wild.

-> scaramouche has to admit, liyue has outdone themselves on this one.

-> the two of you decided to attend the festival as your one year anniversary date and you did not regret trying to convince your man to come with you to liyue for the festival 24/7 ever since you heard childe talking about it to you.

-> while you were taking your sweet time by admiring the decorations around the harbor, scaramouche makes sure no one is following or planning to bother you two at the moment. thank goodness he didn’t have to worry about the millelith, given that they act like they don’t know him at all.

-> he makes sure that you’re having a great time. he’ll let you go buy whatever you want if you wish, it’s his gift i suppose. i’d think he’ll get way too competitive on theater mechanicus and will expect you to praise him whenever he wins.

-> scaramouche will take you to the most fanciest restaurant of the harbor, but if you want to go for another option— he’ll reluctantly accept that and let you buy food for the both of you. given that he mostly resides in inazuma, he’s definitely a skilled chopsticks user (unlike childe).

-> when it comes to making lanterns, it will take scaramouche to try and make a few lanterns before he finally does it right. he’ll gladly help you out if you still couldn’t get a hang of it (he’ll teach you in an “annoyed” way, but he means well).

-> i feel like he’ll take you somewhere not so crowded. man’s probably gonna make sure the whole pearl galley is just the two of you (and the staff) with the help of his mora and let you watch the lanterns from there. however should you not want to ruin someone’s night and force scaramouche somewhere that does not require any mora and is not crowded, then he’s fine with that too.

-> i think he’ll lowkey be interested in the stories presented by the storytellers around the harbor. he’s not invested but just earned enough of his attention to actually listen.

-> by the time the mingxiao lantern is about to be released, you two immediately head to your designated area and started writing your wishes.

-> his wish will probably be something related to successfulness.

-> when the lanterns are released with the mingxiao lantern, the two of you’d just watch in silence. you’d be pretty speechless from the beautiful scenery while scaramouche just watches in slight amusement.

-> the moment scaramouche glances at you, he’ll be surprised by you immediately hugging him and thanking him for taking you to the festival when you have the chance. man’s probably going to try and deny your hug for a moment until giving in and hug you back.

-> he might consider thanking childe when he comes back to snezhnaya.

[aslitheryprinx]

can we get a part 2 to the smolbois inc story? What happens next to Tommy?

Sure!

Sorry this is so long; I haven't figured out how to add the read more section, and I kept thinking of more I wanted to add.

TW for a panic attack!

Rising Tensions part 2

How was he going to get out of this one?

When in doubt, Tommy thought, bluff your way out.

"And how do you know it wasn't a mouse?" He asked, acting offended. The giants exchanged a look.

"It's fucking rude to accuse someone you just met of stealing, did you know that? You're being rude right now," he said.

"You were sneaking around our house," Tubbo pointed out. Tommy puffed himself up, glaring at the giant with all the indignation he could muster.

"And did you consider that I'm lost, big man? Maybe I just wandered into your house by accident. Now you've accused me of sneaking and stealing." Ranboo raised an eyebrow.

"You came out of the walls," the taller giant said.

"Well… well," Tommy stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, "well, that's how I accidentally wandered in! We found these caves and found these caves, and they were all twisty and shit and we got lost and then ended up here." He realized his mistake and tried to backtrack. "I mean I got lost-"

"We? There are more of you?" Tubbo asked eagerly. Tommy felt a shiver of unease. Wasn't Tubbo some sort of scientist? Anything that made him sound that excited worried him. Besides he wasn't going to sell out his family just because the giant noticed his fuck up.

"It was just a slip of the tongue, man, fuck off!" He snapped.

"It sounds more like a slip up that you didn't want us knowing about. And you said 'we' twice," Tubbo argued, seeing right through his bullshit. Tommy stiffened. Why was he so bad at lying? Was Tubbo going to try and lure his family out now?

"Why are you trying to hide that there's more of you? Are you some sort of secret agent? Probably not, you're shit at lying. Maybe you're hiding someone important like a prince or government official! Or you're part of a traveling circus!" Tubbo rambled.

"There's not more of me, you dick!"

Tommy was having trouble staying calm. He'd been too busy trying to bullshit his way out of trouble that he hadn't focused on the situation he was actually in. What was going to happen to him? What would the giants do to him? If they caught his family, what would they do to them?

"Are you going to fucking let me go, now?" He snapped, only a tiny bit of the nervousness he felt creeping into his voice.

"Sure," Ranboo said.

"No," Tubbo said at the same time. Tommy's heart dropped.

"What do you mean no," Ranboo asked, sounding confused.

"I still have more questions! He can't go yet!" The smaller giant whined. So he wanted to keep Tommy here? Like a prisoner- or worse, a fucking pet. Breathing suddenly seemed really hard to Tommy.

"Like what?" Ranboo asked. Tubbo's eyes shone with excitement as he started to list off questions.

"Like where he's been living this whole time- I don't buy the mouse thing, I think it's been him and whoever else the whole time. It explains why there was no mouse shit. Also why is he here in the first place? And I wanna know about humans! What do they even eat? Is it the same as giants or something else? Where do humans even live? And how do they-"

"Tubbo! Tubbo, stop for a second," Ranboo interrupted, and Tubbo's rambling about human came to a halt. Ranboo was peering down at Tommy, the same concerned expression on his face.

"His… his heart is beating really fast," Ranboo said. Huh. Tommy hadn't really noticed, but it was pretty fast. It was kind of loud and uncomfortable now that he was paying attention.

"Oh, shit," Tubbo exclaimed. Then he was leaning down, peering at Tommy with wide eyes. A finger reached out and he flinched, but it never touched him. Ranboo had pulled him back away from Tubbo.

"Stop poking at him," the giant said, annoyed.

"I'm just trying to see if he's sick or something!" Tubbo protested.

"He's probably having a panic attack! I think we scared him," Ranboo said.

Panic attack? Wilbur and Techno both got those sometimes. He'd never had one, but hey, maybe it was genetics or some shit.

His vision went a little blurry, and he tried to breathe. It felt like something was sitting on his chest. Why was it so hard to breathe? He thought panic attacks just made you breathe really fast, not make you suffocate!

"Woah, woah! You've gotta breathe… um… human," Ranboo said awkwardly.

"Human?" Tubbo repeated, sounding unimpressed.

Tommy was trying so hard to breathe in. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, none of his breaths were doing anything. He inhaled again, and there was a slight wheeze.

"I forgot to ask his name earlier!"

"What the hell man?"

"Hey, um, what is your name?"

…

Oh god, they were talking to him.

In between the struggling breaths, Tommy tried to focus on actually listening to what was going on rather than just let the noises pass over him.

"W-what?" He asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He blamed it on the lack of oxygen. He was ignoring his pounding heart and shaky hands.

"Your name?" Tubbo prompted.

"T-Tommy," he managed to force out between panicked breaths.

"Ok, Tommy can you try to breathe s-" Ranboo started.

"'m fucking trying to breathe!" Tommy gasped out. He meant to sound pissed, but his voice sounded weak and shaky. He hated it.

"Slowly," Ranboo said gently. "try to breathe slower."

Tommy gave him a doubtful look.

"It'll help, I promise," Ranboo said. "I get panic attacks a lot, it really does help."

Tommy tried. He did. But he kept freaking out, thinking if he didn't keep inhaling he'd just run out of air. Some part of him recognized that breathing slowly should help, but he just couldn't quite manage to do it.

"You've got this, boss man," Tubbo said softly. "Just keep trying."

He kept trying. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to force himself to take longer to breathe. It did help.

"You're doing great," Ranboo encouraged.

"Yeah! Kick it's ass!" Tubbo cheered. Tommy managed a strangled sounding laugh.

It took several painful minutes, but Tommy managed to start breathing normally again. He had a headache, but he kind of thought he'd gotten off easy. He'd seen some of Wil and Techno's attacks and they could last for hours.

Now that he understood what it really felt like, he felt a sense of horror that they had to deal with this so often, and a sense of pride that his brothers were strong enough to fight them off and keep enjoying their lives. He thinks he would hate existence if this happened to him multiple times a month.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you, Tommy," Tubbo said. Tommy was still a little nervous about what the giants wanted from him, but Tubbo seemed so genuine. It was hard to believe they wanted to hurt him when they both seemed so concerned. And they'd been really gentle so far. So maybe… maybe his fears were unfounded and he was just being a little bitch.

"As long as you're not keeping me here forever, it's fine," he said. Well, he had to make sure. Just in case. Tubbo made a face.

"What like a prisoner? That would be fucking weird, boss man. We're not doing that."

"You can leave whenever you want," Ranboo told him. "Tubbo was just being nosy earlier."

"I am not nosy!" Tubbo protested. Ranboo rolled his eyes but kept his focus on Tommy.

"Can… can I go now?" Tommy asked, putting Ranboo's statement to the test. He may have decided that the giants wouldn't hurt him, but he was still overwhelmed and ready to go home. He was exhausted from the panic attack.

"Of course," Ranboo said. He paused, and Tommy fidgeted nervously as he made no move to set him down. "Um… do you want me to set you down here or take you back to where you were earlier?"

Ah. It had only been a few quick steps for Ranboo, but it would probably take Tommy forever to get back there on his own.

"If you wouldn't mind giving me a ride, big man," he said, trying to sound causal. Ranboo grinned.

"RanUber coming up," he said.

"Why not RanbUber?- Wait."

"Oh no," Ranboo muttered as he walked across the room. Tommy felt a grin growing on his face.

"RanBOOB!" He shouted.

"Oh, wow, never heard that one before," Ranboo grumbled. "I'm putting you down now."

He lowered his hand, and Tommy hopped off onto the ground. He was a little wobbly for a second, which was weird. Maybe it was kind of like being on a boat for a while, and he had to get readjusted to solid ground.

Once he got his balance back, he started to walk towards the tiny cave entrance. He stopped when Tubbo called out.

"Wait!" Tommy tensed slightly, wondering if Tubbo was changing his mind about letting him leave. But Tubbo just sat down next to where Ranboo had crouched.

"Will you come back and talk to us sometime?" He asked. Tommy hesitated. One the one hand, the giants were kind of fun to talk to, and they had been really nice. On the other hand, they'd also been pretty scary and he wasn't entirely sure he trusted them yet.

"Maybe," he settled on. "No promises." Tubbo looked a little disappointed.

"Alright. I hope you will. Bye, Tommy."

"Bye Tommy," Ranboo echoed.

Tommy gave them one last look before he ducked back into the smaller caves. He walked towards the cave where he and his family had been living. He'd only been walking for a few minutes when he was almost bowled over by Wilbur, who was barreling around the corner like a madman. He'd barely registered who it was when he was pulled into a crushing hug.

"Ack! Wil you're squishing me!" He whined.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere, Tommy I was so worried-"

"Wil, calm down. I was just in a cave that's kind of away from the others. I… I can show you later," he offered a little reluctantly. He hadn't actually gone to the cave he meant to sulk in, but he still kind of wanted to keep it to himself.

"You- it's fine, you don't have to. Just… are you ok? You kind of look like shit." Wilbur had gone full mother hen mode, fussing over him like he was still a baby. The motherfucker was even fixing his hair. And people thought Phil was the overprotective one.

"I'm fine," he said. Wilbur didn't look convinced.

"I'm fine now," he amended. He added quietly, "I uh… I kind of had a panic attack." Wilbur clutched him tighter. God this bitch was clingy when he was upset. Tommy couldn't find it in himself to complain though. The hug felt kind of nice.

"Toms, I'm so fucking sorry," Wilbur said.

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"About what I said earlier." Oh shit, Tommy had forgotten all about the fight. A little bit of guilt churned in his stomach.

"I should not have said that. I was just pissed, and being a dick, and wanted to say something to make you feel bad. But it was such a stupid thing to say."

"Why, because it's true?" Tommy muttered glumly.

"No, because it's a fucking lie, Tommy, and I never should have said it," Wilbur said fiercely.

"But-"

"You didn't know," Wilbur cut him off. "It's not your fault anymore than it is my fault for jumping down after you when you fell, or Techno's for getting us lost, or Phil's for taking us camping to begin with. Not your fault. Alright?"

"Alright, Wil," Tommy muttered. He was still being held hostage by Wilbur's clingy octopus impression. He really had been worried. It was a good thing that Tubbo and Ranboo weren't all that bad, or who knows how freaked out Wil would've gotten.

It occurred to Tommy that he should probably tell his family that he talked to the giants. That they knew Tommy was there, and knew others were with him. It seemed like something important. But… he kind of wanted to talk to them again. He didn't think Wil would let him go if he found out, let alone his actual father.

So he just… didn't say anything. They didn't need to know. If it ever came up, well… he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

Part one

[mizufae]

what are the top 5 places that you have not yet visited but you would really like to see?

Oh there are so many places I would love to go to but also I HATE TRAVELING lol. I’ve been to Europe, Asia, and of course North America, so I’d really like to go to most of the other continents at least somewhere. I want to go to New Zealand but it didn’t make the list because it’s like, doesn’t literally everyone want to go to New Zealand?? So there’s no Oceania on this list because I think we should leave most of the little islands tourist-free and I’m scared of spiders too much to go to Australia. Also, no Antarctica, sorry, call me when they have a heated underground mall. Anyway, the list:

1. Peru! Incredibly diverse biomes, some of the most exciting architecture in the world, and I grew up in a town with a large Peruvian immigrant population so I have a lot of nostalgia for Peruvian food and would love to taste what it’s like in the actual country. Also, the weaving! Also, THEY INVENTED POTATOES.

2. Morocco! I don’t know if I would wanna just stay in a big city and look at art, go shopping, and eat fancy food the whole time, or if I’d want to spend a couple days in a bunch of different places. The art history nerd in me is like, listing seventy different buildings I would need to see so basically I guess my ideal trip to Morocco would involve a personal helicopter or something.

3. Botswana! I think for this country I would definitely want to travel around a bunch with like, some people who know locals and can shmooze for me. Like, maybe I could be on an RV group tour. It would be a lot about the landscapes and the animals but I’m also super interested in the history of the country because it’s managed political stability and I wanna know how and to get to know the people who live there, you know? It’s got this cool almost solarpunk blend of tradition, nature, and incorporation of modern tech and global influences in everything I have seen about it and I wanna know if that’s got any basis in truth on an individual level.

4. Scotland! I know, I know, it’s on a continent I’ve been to before, but I’ve only ever been to London and that was when I was an ignorant teen. Specifically, I want to see Glasgow. I suspect if I were to visit I would simply never return, having found a place that seems to be tailor made for my exact shape. I don’t know, man, there’s something about everything I’ve ever seen, read, and heard about Glasgow, plus the handful of people I’ve met from there and subsequently immediately befriended. Is it true or did I just imagine it? I felt that way about Budapest but I didn’t speak the language, and considering the state of things there right now I’m damn glad I didn’t stay. Scotland, on the other hand, will hopefully see independence from British rule within my lifetime. So, fingers crossed!

5. Hong Kong! I’m pretty sure I could spend a year there and never run out of delicious foods to try or contemporary art to see or experience. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to spend a year away from home, but assuming magical political stability and someone’s house for me to stay in and a friend to hang with, I probably wouldn’t be too upset about it. This one’s not at all about like, history or nature or whatever, and is all about eating yummy things and looking at cool art and going to interesting performances. And eating yummy things. Did I mention the food? Okay good.

[nothoughtsonlynat]

Resurrect Me: Part 2 (N.R.)

Part One

Huge shoutout to @confusinggemini612 who requested this a loooong time ago and I’m just now getting to it (I am so sorry for the wait). I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Warnings: swearing; PTSD; mentions of suicide/self-sacrifice

Word count: 2.6k

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

The cool breeze blows through my hair, the hand in mine being the only source of warmth in the chill of the Russian countryside. As we walk closer, a chorus of pigs snorting fills my ears. Natasha had given me a brief rundown and a quick pep talk before taking me to meet her family. Now, it was game time.

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest,” I respond to the redhead.

“Let’s do it then,” she says with a smirk, to which I reply with a scoff.

We walk through the gate and enter the small house, immediately hearing three distinct voices, each laced with a thick Russian accent. The voices hush as the door closes behind us, and a blonde woman is the first to greet us.

“Ah, сестра! Mom and Dad are flirting again, let’s make a run for it,” Yelena whisper-yells.

“So put a sedative in their vodka or something, I don’t know,” Natasha replies. I’m not sure if I should introduce myself or not, so I just stand there awkwardly.

“They are both spies, they’re not going to fall for- actually, Alexei would, but Mom would never fall for that,” Yelena pauses as she notices me. She looks me from head to toe and squints before her lips quirk into a smirk. “And who might this be? Is this your little girlfriend?”

“Yelena, don’t be an ass,” Nat grumbles with a scowl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yelena hums before turning back to Natasha. “She’s definitely your girlfriend.”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha whines, walking further into the house. I look at Yelena and nod in confirmation before following Nat. I hear her whisper “I knew it” from behind me, causing me to laugh. Natasha turns to give me a questioning look, but I just brush it off with a shrug and a smirk. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a deep, booming voice.

“Natasha! Welcome home! Look at this, all my girls back together again! It is so nice to see you,” Alexei says, moving forward to pinch Natasha’s cheeks. She gently pushes him away with a scowl, and I can’t tell if she’s really uncomfortable or not. Either way, it brings my guard up, ready to defend her.

“And who might this be?” Alexei questions, turning to face me.

“Dad, this is Y/N,” she says before I can answer. I offer a kind smile.

Yelena, who had made her way to the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka, says “She’s Natasha’s girlfriend.”

“Thank you for the input, Yelena,” Natasha says with a tight-lipped smile.

“Girlfriend, huh? When did that happen? Natasha, I was not aware that you, uh, how do you say? Swing that way?” A dark-haired woman slaps his arm for his comment and he exclaims, “Ow!”

“Pay him no mind, Natasha. He is a bit slow, but Mama always knew. You were not very discreet about the way you looked at that Hannah girl in Ohio. And as for you, it is nice to meet you. I’m Melina, what is your name?” Her demeanor is friendly, but her gaze is skeptical. She’s probably already planning how to kill me if she decides that I’m not good enough for her daughter.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too,” I say with a nervous smile.

“Alright, guys, that’s enough. Please stop harassing my girlfriend,” Natasha says with a sigh.

“Come, sit,” Yelena commands with a wave, still sitting at the kitchen table.

I sit across from her and Natasha sits next to me. Melina and Alexei follow soon after, with Alexei sitting at the head of the table and Melina sitting next to Yelena.

“Here you go,” Yelena says as she slides me a shot glass full of vodka. I clink it against hers in the air and down it in one go, grimacing at the burn. “Are you alright?” Yelena asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying my agony.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great. Just not used to Russian vodka, that’s all.” Yelena nods, satisfied with my answer, before going to pour me another shot.

Natasha stops her by saying, “Yelena, no more vodka. You’re going to kill her.”

“You’re no fun,” the younger sister says, but complies, nonetheless.

“Natasha, you are slouching again. Sit up straight,” Melina interjects.

“Mom, I’m not slouching. I told you I don’t slouch,” Nat protests.

“So how did you two meet?” Yelena asks, interrupting the banter.

“Oh, we met in New York during the invasion, when the Avengers were formed,” I answer.

“You are an Avenger! I knew you looked familiar. Tell me, does Captain America ever mention me, the great Red Guardian? I could kick his ass, you know. I’ve done it before,” Alexei says, causing the three Russian women to groan and complain.

“That never happened, Dad,” Yelena mumbles at the same time Natasha says, “He doesn’t talk about you because you guys have never met.” 

I raise my eyebrows at them. They seem awfully familiar with this conversation; how often does Alexei say this crap?

“So, Y/N. What happened when you guys brought everyone back? How did you do it? Natasha won't tell me,” Yelena questions. I chuckle nervously, glancing at Natasha, who is clearly uncomfortable with this topic of discussion.

“Um, I don’t know if I should… It’s complicated, really,” I say, trailing off.

“Yelena, stop. It doesn’t matter. And don’t put her in the middle of things,” Natasha responds, defending me. An awkward silence fills the room until Alexei speaks up again.

“He really hasn’t mentioned me? Have you even asked him about me?”

<//>

“Why won’t you tell them what happened?” I ask quietly. It’s nighttime now, and I’m lying in bed next to Nat in the guest room. She seemed so uncomfortable, and it’s been worrying me since.

“They just don’t need to know,” she replies shortly

“But they got snapped away, Natty. Don’t you think they deserve more of an explanation than what they’ve seen on the news?”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my family, Y/N.” Her sharp tone feels like a blade to the heart, but I take a deep breath and soften my resolve, knowing that she’s only snapping at me because something else is upsetting her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just, I can tell that something is upsetting you. You can’t just bottle stuff up, Nat. It doesn’t have to be me if you’re not comfortable, but you need to talk to someone about it.”

She doesn’t respond immediately. “I’ve told them. I gave them the basics: Thanos snapped people away, we time traveled, got magical stones, snapped people back, and then killed Thanos. That satisfied my parents, but Yelena wants to know the whole story.”

“And you’re not comfortable retelling it?”

“Parts of it are bearable, but… I can’t think about it. You almost killed yourself for me, Y/N. You did die for me. I can’t think about that day, let alone tell my baby sister about it,” she says. Her voice is quiet, breaking as the tears flood her eyes. I pull her head into my chest and run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m right here, Natty. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You don’t have to tell anyone about what happened. I was terrified of losing you on Vormir. I hate talking about it, too.”

“Is that why you went to Dr. Garcia?”

“Partly. There were other reasons, too.” I hesitated before continuing. “I kept hearing the tortured screams. When I slept, in my head, everywhere I went. I heard them all the time. And I would get random whiffs of burning flesh. As you know, I went to the Underworld when I ‘died’ and I guess it just affected me more than I had originally thought.”

“Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, or freak you out. The whole thing was pretty weird. For a while, I honestly thought I was haunted. It was probably pretty selfish, but I didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away. But just to be clear, you aren’t haunted, right?”

I laugh quietly. “No, I am not haunted. A mild case of PTSD, but I’m doing better now. The therapy helped a lot.”

“Do you think it would help me? I still get nightmares sometimes...of you going over that cliff. I just, I close my eyes and you’re gone, and I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. I hate how much pain I’ve caused you. But I do think it would help. We can find someone when we get back home, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Natty.”

<//>

“Just do it! It will be fun! I will go easy, I swear,” Yelena begs.

“Okay, fi-”

“No! No way in Hell. You are not sparring with her,” Natasha argues.

“I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, she kicks my ass,” I say.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the worst case scenario would be if I accidentally killed you,” Yelena says flatly. “But that won’t happen! Please, Natasha. I want to see what she’s got,” she pleads with a pout.

Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath about us being a bunch of children. “Fine, but if you so much as scratch her-”

“Y/N will be fine. Come on,” Yelena says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, I’m flat on my back in the grass, wheezing. I groan as I attempt to sit up, the whole world spinning as I do.

“Yelena! What the hell did I say?! You literally threw her,” Natasha yells.

“No, no. I’m good,” I say weakly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be so...defenseless.”

“I am not defenseless,” I counter.

“You cannot even throw a punch,” the blonde deadpans.

“That doesn’t make her defenseless,” Nat says as she helps me to my feet. “She could take every single one of you out right now without even moving.” 

From a few feet away, Melina quirks an eyebrow and Alexei mumbles “she could not take me out.”

“You are delusional, Natasha. How are we supposed to trust this woman to protect you when she cannot even protect herself?” 

“She can protect both of us just fine, Yelena. Not that I need anyone’s protection.”

“Your sister has a point,” Melina tells Nat. “Sorry, Y/N,” she adds. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t even know what to say. This is my worst nightmare.

“You must be able to punch when you are in trouble! Much like I did to Captain America back in the day,” Alexei adds.

“Alright, enough. I’ll have you know that Y/N is one of the most powerful Avengers. Actually, she’s a literal goddess,” Natasha snaps.

“Well, of course you would think so. You are her girlfriend,” Melina says.

“Guys, I’m being serious!”

“Do not get snappy with us. We are just looking out for you,” Alexei says.

“I don’t need-”

“Somebody has to be there to keep you safe, and this girl could not bring harm to a plant,” Melina remarks. 

“I’m literally standing right here,” I mumble under my breath.

“She literally saved my life! How is that not keeping me safe?!” My eyes widen; what happened to not revealing that tidbit of information?

“What do you mean? You saved her life?” Yelena asks as she turns to address me.

“If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead right now. And you guys never would’ve come back,” Natasha retorts, clenching her jaw.

“What? Why? What happened,” Yelena rambles. I can see the worry etched on her face, and it makes her look oddly childlike. It almost makes me want to pull her into a hug, but I’m fairly certain she’d throat punch me if I tried.

“On a planet called Vormir. A life needed to be sacrificed to get one of the Infinity Stones. It was me, Clint, or Y/N. I tried, but Y/N stopped me. That’s what I mean.” Natasha is seething. She clearly didn’t appreciate her family’s doubts.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena addresses Natasha, but no one has the chance to answer her before Melina speaks up.

“If you sacrificed yourself, then how are you here?”

“It’s complicated,” I say with hesitance. “I am technically a goddess. I have many different powers, but most of them deal with death. When I died, I went to the Underworld, where I met my mother, Hecate, who is a goddess. Then, I came back. Resurrection is one of my powers. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the truth.”

It’s silent for a minute as everyone processes my words. Everyone is staring at me with bewilderment, except for Yelena, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and a deep frown rests upon her lips.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena repeats, this time only a whisper. Natasha finally turns to look at her younger sister and her mouth bobs open and closed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yelena,” Natasha finally says.

“You saved her?” the blonde asks me.

I hesitantly nod my head. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, giving a curt nod before turning and walking mechanically back into the house. I awkwardly clear my throat and turn my gaze to the ground.

“Will you show us?” I raise my head to look at Alexei, confusion crossing my features at his request. “Will you show us your powers, I mean.”

“Dad…” Natasha warns.

“No, it’s okay. I can show you a little bit,” I say, right before teleporting away. I watch from a hill in the distance as Alexei looks frantically around him. I can hear him asking where I went, which makes me laugh.

I teleport into the house and walk around, looking for Yelena. I walk into a bedroom and find her sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. “Hey, are you okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine. Because learning that your sister almost died and there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it is so much fun,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry. We probably could’ve broken the news a bit softer.” I sit on the ground next to her, leaving about a foot of space between us.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be. I am a horrible fighter,” I joke. She chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement.

“That you are. Can I see some of your magic, or whatever it is?” I hold out my hand and black mist dances above it with eerie elegance. I close my fist as it fades away, lowering my hand.

“Cool,” she says with a crooked smile. We hear the front door open and three sets of footsteps entering the house. I hear Nat calling my name.

“You okay?” I check one last time.

“I’m good. Thank you, Y/N, for saving my sister.”

“I’d do anything for her, Yelena. You don’t have to thank me for it.”

The bedroom door opens and Natasha’s head pokes in. “Y/N, we thought you’d completely left for a minute. Everything okay in here?”

Yelena and I look at each other and I look back to Natasha, overwhelmed with love for the redead. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

[elysianslove]

hey! i saw you are taking request for jujutsu kaisen maybe can i request itadori with his fem! s/o cuddling and kissing? just itadori being happy to have a s/o

hi anon!!! thank you so much for requesting this i loved writing it sm omg. i really hope you enjoy!!

━━ at the sight of your boyfriend, a lover and a friend in one, you exhale a sigh of relief, shoulders lightly slumping. when he picks you apart from the crowd, he beams, and with a sudden burst of energy, he rushes over to where you stand. with open arms, you greet him. easily, you fit in his arms, throwing your own around his neck as he generously picks you up off the ground. his grip tightens around your waist as he rocks the two of you side to side, a happy sigh leaving his lips as he sets you down.

“you’re okay,” you point out, and he nods, brushing away at a strand of your hair.

“course i am,” he replies, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your lips. you meet him halfway, reveling in the spark that flies straight down your spine and in the way your heart sinks into your stomach. months with him and the feeling still erupts like flames in your chest as soon as he presses his lips to yours. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, exaggerating the kiss by making a loud smooch noise when he pulls back. “missed you, pretty girl,” he admits to you, and you hold back a giggle.

instead, you punch at his arm lightly, attempting to scowl at him. “you scared me, yuuji,” you tell him, and he offers a pout. “you’re never late.”

he sympathizes with you, offering another simple kiss to your lips. against your mouth, he replies, “i’m sorry.” and he means it, clearly, so you shift your pout into an easy smile, nodding gently.

“wanna go get something to eat?” you offer. “or are you too tired and just wanna go home?”

he sighs, deflating slightly as he wonders, “would you hate me if i asked to go for takeout?” it elicits a small laugh from you, and you shake your head, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with yours while you lead the way.

you make it home just as the sun sets, inviting yuuji in. the both of you follow a familiar pace of routine as you travel through your home, slipping off your shoes by the front door, before each taking a turn to wash your hands and slip off any extra layers of clothing. while you offer him your shower, and he gratefully accepts, you order your usual with him, making note to the receiver on the other end of the line of yuuji’s extra specific wants.

he walks out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him, just as you slip on a hoodie over some shorts. although you loved adventurous and spontaneous dates with your boyfriend, his attitude and personality making everything a thousand times more exciting than it already was, you adored days like this even more. where it was just you, him, and the four walls surrounding you.

he grins at you cheekily, shirtless with a towel wrapped at around his waist. you roll your eyes at the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and toss him his pair of sweatpants, somehow always conveniently being misplaced in your bedroom. although it’s nothing particularly foreign to your eyes, you look away, giving him small privacy as he slips them on. when you turn back around, he’s already nearing you with the same cheeky smile on his lips.

“sorry i didn’t have any underwear to spare,” you say, but you’re not entirely apologetic.

he scoffs, retorting, “you coulda given me one of your lace ones. i know the pastel pink ones would look so good on me.”

you roll your eyes again, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. “hm,” you reply, “to match your hair.” he scrunches up his noise in response to you reaching up and ruffling up his hair, but he doesn’t reject or push you away. if anything, he leans into your touch.

it’s an hour later you find yourself on the couch outside, take out balanced in one hand, chopsticks in the other. you eat your food with yuuji in relative silence, a random show playing on your tv screen as you occasionally offer him some of your food, while he feeds you some of his. it’s intimate in its own way, the way he smiles softly at you while placing his chopsticks between your lips, or the way he reaches over the lick a stripe of discarded sauce near your mouth, or the way you squeal and slap at his upper arm in response, unable to mask the giggling that erupts from your chest. it’s moments like these that only work at deepening your love for yuuji.

with your bellies full and your hearts sated, you lay in bed with him, his arms curled tight around your waist, pushing your body flush against his. if you lean back slightly, you can manage to admire his features up close, a privilege you always take advantage of at any given moment.

“you’re so pretty,” you hear him say. he sounds only somewhat sleepy, a little drowsy, but the apparent tiredness in his eyes doesn’t stop him from leaning forward and pressing a single kiss against your lips. “my gorgeous girl,” he continues, and presses his lips harsher against yours, this time eliciting a gasp from you. the kiss is only messy and lazy because the two of you lack the proper energy to initiate anything stronger, but it still fills you to the brim with ecstasy, much like a drug.

quickly, you’re flipped over, and you settle on his lap. he’s balanced up slightly, leaning his back against the headboard, placing his hands upon your revealed thighs. he caresses the skin softly, kneading lightly to urge you to lean forward and kiss him again. you oblige, and capture his lips once more, your mind going fuzzy with the way his fingers seem to be endlessly ghosting on your skin, up to where the ends of your hoodie rests on your hips. his hands settle there, tightly gripping onto the hem of it. he deepens the kiss only momentarily, letting his tongue slip past your open mouth, before he pulls back, fixing you with a confused glance.

“i knew this material felt familiar,” he announces, his gaze falling onto the hoodie you wear. “this is mine!”

you humor him and hum, taking his chin in your hand and refocusing his attention back on you. he’s distracted now, though, and you know it’ll be almost impossible to get him back into the mood he’d created for the both of you. “it’s mine now,” you say.

he huffs, frowning and crossing his arms over his chest as a pout settles on his lips. god, he looks so fucking cute.

“what?” you tease. “don’t like me in it?”

“no!” he relents, eyes widening slightly. “but this is like the fifth one, baby.” he’s whining now, but you only laugh.

you shrug. “so,” you respond, a playful grin on your face as you stare down at him. “buy another one.”

“you’ll just steal that too,” he points out, and you laugh again, shuffling lower down his body and laying on top of him, resting your palms flat on his chest with your chin balanced on top of your hands.

he looks down at you slightly, taking in the image of you as you say, “tough luck, handsome.”

instead of persevering in his argument, a sly smile plays on his lips, and he sits up, taking you up with him. mouth hovering over yours, he wonders, “handsome huh?”

“yuuji wha—“ a squeal rips from your throat as you’re suddenly flipped over again, yuuji holding himself up above you with one hand placed by your head, the other on your waist — underneath your hoodie. any protest you have is swallowed by his lips on yours again. he’s not an ounce of rough, however, and only kisses you as gently as he first did. you pull back, settling your hands on his cheeks as you stare into his eyes. “my handsome boy,” you confess to him, your compliment eerily similar to his, and he beams leaning down to place his lips on yours once more.

and you realize just how content you are with spending eternity like this.

end note; and the simp list grows rip </3. i actually loved this and i love yuuji sm and i hope everybody else enjoyed hehe. all your jjk requests (and the haikyuu requests as well) are being worked on i promise i’m not ignoring anyone!!! luv u all <333