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baldurs-gape · 10 months ago

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i see what you did. 'these are my sins but im not to blame' hehe

I was so hoping someone would see that and think it funny. Nonnie, you are officially my new favourite person XD You know what? I fancy keeping with the spicier side of things today. So we'll have some misuse of magic, I'm sure Mystra wouldn't approve.

Weave Your Magic

There was that glow again from Gale's tent. Honestly, the amount of time the man spent mooning over that goddess of his was pitiful. Astarion had half a mind to sneak up and scare the crap out of Gale just to start teaching him to associate conjuring up Mystra's image with fear. That would get him to stop. It was worth a shop because Astarion was really starting to struggle with ignoring the soft blue light spilling from the tent next door.

On light feet, he crossed to the flap of Gale's tent and waited a moment, making sure he hadn't been detected. Once certain, Astarion was already grinning to himself. This was too easy.

"Yargh!" He growl-yelled as he pounced into the tent and Gale let out a shriek. The blue form in his palm blipped out of existence before Mystra's head was there again. But Astarion was sure it wasn't Mystra before his scare, it looked nothing like a human head. How curious.

"Don't you know it's a very bad idea so scare a wizard with a ticking time bomb in his chest?" Gale was already lecturing him, hand pressed to his chest to calm his wildly beating heart. It was nice to hear it galloping so fast, Astarion wasn't going to lie. "Not to mention how discorteous it is to be so loud at such a late hour of the night. What if you or your actions woke the others?"

Still smirking, Astarion looked at his nails smugly. Almost idly he said, "Then I guess they'd be grouchy with you for screaming so loudly. It's not my fault you can't control yourself."

"I think you'll find my self-control is second to none, thank you."

Eyes flitting up, Astarion's smile turned dirty. "Is that so?"

Flushing, Gale pursed his lips. "I'm not falling for your cheap jokes. Now, was there anything you were actually wanting from me?"

"No. Just keep the light show down, some of us nocturnal types actually enjoy the dark."

No more light leaked from the tent that night and Astarion was almost a little disappointed. Part of him had hoped Gale would be a petty little shit just because he could be. Alas, it seemed that not everyone liked being as contrary as Astarion did. Shame.

However, a couple of nights late there was the glow again, much fainter, as though something was trying to block out the light. Sneaking closer, Astarion's ears popped uncomfortably and he realised he walked through a dampening bubble that not quite hugged Gale's tent. Interesting. Very interesting.

Peering in, Astarion was ready to jump and scare Gale again but the sound caught in his throat. Sure, Gale was standing there as usual but in his palm wasn't the projection of Mystra, it was...actually, Astarion had no clue quite what it was but it sure looked phallic and fun. He watched as Gale murmured with a gesture and the shape curved a little, thickened up at the top. Astarion couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"Mystra have a bit of a facelift?"

Gasping, Gale turned to look at him, eyes wide. The projection in his palm morphed into Mystra's bust. Flustered, Gale looked at it then back at Astarion.

"No?"

"You're a terrible liar." Not waiting for permission, Astarion stepped into the tent and gestured at the blue glow. "Just what were you up to?"

The flush that had started in Gale's cheeks spread rapidly down the exposed sliver of his chest, colouring the mark of the orb as it went.

"Nothing!" As is Astarion believed that. He stayed silent until Gale filled it, "I mean, it's personal. Nothing for you to get invovled with."

"Yet it looks like I'm already invovled." The words were a soft purr as Astarion sidled closer. This was almost laughably easy. "Won't you indulge my curiosity? It looked fascinating. And not something any old wizard could do."

He saw the moment Gale gave in, the desire to share knowledge and prove his genius greater than his discomfort.

"I've been working on refining the melding of two spells. Conjuration, which you've already seen-" here Gale gestured at the glowing spell in his palm, "-and Mage Hand. Together they have quite the potent promise. Similar to Spirit Weapon but more malleable and responsive. It's not an avenue of magic that's been really explored, probably because it doesn't have much of a public audience. Without support there isn't much research that goes into it. Really it's just been me, tweaking it since my Blackstaff days."

"You're making a magical dildo."

Mouth forming silently around outraged words, Gale tried to refute it. However Astarion knew he was right and he crossed his arms over his chest, ready to hear all the denials and arguments. He could see Gale formulating them, almost loud in the silence. In the end, Gale held up one finger and all but growled, "It is so much more than just a magical dildo."

"Let's see it then." Delight was difficult to disguise, especially when Astarion was so intrigued yet also bubbling with emotions. He hadn't thought Gale would be so easy to crack.

The blue glowing changed form once again and there was the dildo. It had a gentle curve which Astarion had seen already, as well as the swollen and that no doubt felt quite nice when pushed over sensitive bundles of nerves. What was a little more surprising was the thickness at the end, gradual and definitely more girthy than most dicks. It also rounded off into something rather aesthetically pleasing but most definitely not the kind of thing Astarion would be willing to put anywhere it could get lost.

"That doesn't look very safe." At Gale's confused look he shrugged. "Don't you want a flared base? Could get, you know-" he whistled and made an upwards motion with two of his fingers to indicate disappearing up.

For a moment Gale stared at him. Actually stared like he was the biggest idiot on earth. It wasn't something Astarion appreciated.

"Just saying. It's not fun getting it out be it reaching in or needing to be cut open to get it."

A flick of the wrist and the dildo was gone. Another flick and it was back. Gone. Back. Gone. Back.

"Alright! You've made your point." Magic. Of course it was as easy as that. Fucking wizards and their easy ways out.

"I wouldn't have made it such a shape if it wasn't safe. Took a while to perfect the gesture to transfer from dismissing Mage Hand to this."

Eyes narrowing, Astarion looked at Gale. "Did you lose a Mage Hand in yourself on purpose?"

"Technically it's not lost if you know where it is."

Ridiculous. Rather than chase the thought of Gale spending a whole night doing whatever it was he did with the Mage Had, Astarion chose to focus on the dildo. Aside from the curve and thickness it also had bumps and ridges, even a few smaller tentacles like a catfish's whiskers that wafted in the air though there was no breeze. It was all very pretty to be honest.

"So, is it as good as it looks?"

"I think so."

All those nights of the blue glow, Gale's griping about his excellent self-control, it was all starting to make sense. After all, he had to have great skill to keep up the dildo, the dampening spell and holding back his own noises at once, all while in the throes of an orgasm. Impressive. Astarion tipped his head to the side.

"What's your process?"

"Lube-"

"No! I meant for designing. How do you decide what it looks like?"

"Oh!" Gale flushed again, just when his usual colour was starting to return. "I see an idea or a shape in nature or art and try to recreate it if I think it would feel nice."

Astarion hummed, eyes back on the dildo. "I'd do it the other way so to speak. Stick it in and figure out what feels nice. Pull it out then try to make it pretty."

The way Gale stared at him suggested it was a whole new world his eyes had just been opened to. Nodding, he licked his lips, mind obviously already elsewhere. It was time to capitalise on it.

"Just think, it's in you, already pressing so nicely into you. But as you push it out it would feel so much better if it was a smidge bigger. The ridges stretching your rim before it goes slended again, all while the tip is just growing and growing, filling you so good." Astarion leaned in, breath ghosting over Gale's neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Make it vibrate. Think you could keep quiet then? Keep your focus and control?"

"No." The word was a broken whisper of need.

"Then teach me some of the spells. I want to watch you."

"Yes."

"Now?"

A scroll was thrust at Astarion and he laughed. This was going to be an excellent night.

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #astarion/gale #astarion #bg3 astarion #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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distinguishedfoxllama · 4 months ago

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@warringwarrioridiot

You said: “the way people aren't even letting me speak about the whole hawnkoi thing is insane. All I did was go a long with what my friend told me + hawnkoi is actively friends with someone who's an overall shitty person.

I even admitted that I was wrong when I came to the racism allegations and they STILL yapping”

Response: We’re waiting. No one is stoping you from talking and sharing your views. Even though we know the Twitter account is your own alt, we’ll just let you say it’s your “friend”. Why did you blindly believe your friend? Your friend was clearly wrong, and even when you were told the full story, you still discarded the person and blocked accounts. How are you not part of the problem? We didn’t see where you admitted you were wrong, can you direct us to the post where you said you were wrong? Because all we’re seeing if you ripping into a special ed girl and you and your friend calling her dumb and questioning why should be able to vote. We’re “yapping” and getting pressed because one of your followers called hawnkoi a racist pig that should die. Seriously? Do better.

You said: “The way that "Taiga hater" who made posts framing me for things they did (like racism, especially after they called me a "white colonizer bitch", which classifies as racism..)”

Response: you accused hawnkoi for being someone that is racist when you assumed she was friends with that weirdo Lizzie or whatever the piss is her name. It takes all of four seconds to check hawnkoi has never interacted or followed Lizzie. She is only friends with Yui Sakurada because their parents are friends irl. With the war in Kashmir and migrating from Pakistan to Aksai Chin, to India, and back to Pakistan. War times are hard and you need someone to support you. I hate Yui Sakurada and her art, but I’m sure irl shes nice enough. Their friendship just has a lot to do with war trauma, which I’m sure that’s something you couldn’t know possibly anything about. You assuming hawnkoi’s race and assuming she’s racist because you thought she was Chinese- THAT’S RACIST! You were racist first. But then again, two wrongs doesn’t make a right.

You said: “What's funny is how I'm not the only one who traced Yui, a bunch of my friends have done it too. I literally traced the same art they did as a joke at first, but after Yui decided to talk shit about me and my friends I did it more to piss her off.”

Response: we don’t give a piss about Yui Sakurada.

You said: “Not only has this situation become petty and just downright idiotic, it's just creepy. Why are you STALKING my account like a fucking loser? Do you get off to harassing people online?”

Response: Ma’am you and your “friend” harassed hawnkoi first and called her names FIRST and PUBLICLY insulted her. You were stalking her first and trying to see who she’s friends with. And like idiots, you find out shes not even friends with the person you accused her of behind friends with.

You said “What baffles me is how they dedicated an entire account to me, talk about obsession. Not to mention the fact that hawnkoi was SO pressed about all of this too. Imaging making a hate post instead of just privately addressing the situation like an adult. Or is your mind so rotted from all the porn that you consume?”

Response: Are you stupid or dumb? YOU came at hawnkoi FIRST and PUBLICLY without talking to her. Are you dumb?? I don’t even know how to explain how dumb this is. Again, you listened to your stupid friend, didn’t bother to talk to hawnkoi privately first, accused her of being racist when she wasn’t, had your friends insult her, and then you expect hawnkoi to be the one to reach out to you publicly? You already ruined her reputation with false accusations, which should she show you any mercy to her followers when you falsely accuse her? Since you think you’re the good guy here, you should have reached out to hawnkoi first to talk about the comment she made when you though she wasn’t being racist, when she wasn’t not. Is it that hard to be a good person and use your fucking eyes for all of 3 seconds and figure that saying an Asian character isn’t black is NOT a racist thing to say? YOU put hawnkoi on blast first, gave her death threats, so I don’t blame hawnkoi for putting you on blast to nearly 20k people. You literally started this. You attacked Yui and called her racist for drawing human Hantengu pale, which her canonically is, so hawnkoi called you out on that. You’re in the wrong here. Do better.

You said: “Dear haters, the block button is available! If you don't like my forms of protest then don't interact with my account!”

Response: then why didn’t you just block hawnkoi instead of getting so butthurt by her? Hawnkoi isn’t gonna fuck you lil bro.

You said: “P.S, a few of my friends made bases out of Yui's NSFW art, so no, I didn't know it was NSFW. I literally can't look at NSFW art because most websites containing that shit don't let me in (thank God because I don't wanna see all at 😭🙏) + most of it makes me uncomfortable. It's a complicated feeling that I myself shouldn't have to explain.

All of these porn addicts in my inbox are SO obsessed... Get a life, you sad fucks. 😭”

Response: my got you’re just pathetic and petty. Are you a child? You probably are. Even then, you should know better. You should go get a life instead of constantly talking about Yui Sakurada and getting so upset that she shipped her OC with Douma. Life is a lot better when you’re not a pathetic hater. You claim it’s porn addicting, when you yourself drawing suggestive art and trace over NSFW art. Don’t try to act stupid and use the excuse that your friends made bases of Yui Sakurada’s art. Just admit you’re wrong and move the hell on. You were called out, you were outed, you are in the wrong. Take the L man instead of blocking people that intimidate you slightly.

You said you admitted the racism allegations were false, then why didn’t you delete the post about hawnkoi yet, hmm? Why is your friend still insulting her? Why haven’t you publicly retracted your statement and apologized? We’re only asking you to say “sorry for calling hawnkoi a racist. I was wrong” that’s literally all and we’ll piss off. Don’t ignore. Respond truthfully.

#warringwarrioridiot #demon slayer oc #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #call out #call out post

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officialpenisenvy · 1 month ago

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sorry, this one is not the most coherent. today i saw my dad out on the street, i haven't talked to him in two years and every previous time i nearly ran into him, i turned and left before he could see me. but i was distracted this time... i saw him he said hi, i said hi back on automatic, then ran away. so i'm having a weird day, and my legs hurt which is his fault. i'm listening to cds he burned for me when i was still talking to him, and i feel like i'm going insane. sometimes i think he didn't see me as a child and that's why he acted the way he did, except he was perfectly normal to my brother most of the time, and i know it's a bad excuse. things were so normal with my brother and we are so close in age, two boys, and we look the same, more or less, both accidents, same mother, i can't say there was an obvious difference and i always felt like it has to mean there was something wrong with me specifically. i know he was sexually forwards with me but sometimes it's so hard to explain what exactly happened (to myself, i don't really talk about anything) that i doubt i am categorising it correctly (being as the actions themselves aren't ones i can, or do, consider inappropriate, just... the everything surrounding them) and it wasn't just me getting wires crossed because he hit me on the head too often or something. which did happen as well. i probably ended up gay because getting knocked about made me feel funny. i don't know how to say that, i don't know how to relate to my gay friends if they have stories about realising youre gay staring at the underwear packages in shops or watching tv or anything it may be. not even strictly out of shame, i just don't want to BE shamed, or otherwise make things weird, you know what i mean. anyway i saw him today and it was weird, it was really weird, he looks so much older than he did the last time. he isn't really scary to anyone except me anymore, i don't know how i should feel about that either. my other confession is that the main reason i haven't blocked his number and cut him off permanently is because i like it when he texts me or leaves a voicemail to say he misses me and wants to see me again and i like not responding. it makes me think he must be very sad and i feel very happy. i feel like i wrote this weird but i hope you understand. i appreciate your willingness to be sort of an incest agony aunt, not many people are willing to stay casual. keep well 🙏

oh that sucks so bad, im so sorry you had to run into him in such a random circumstance and with no way to psychologically prepare for that! i know how weird it feels to run into someone who abused you and to find him older and weaker and basically helpless but still have that instinctive response of cowering in fear, it's something that's so deeply engrained that even with all the distance in the world you'd have a hard time escaping it. and i think the impulse of wanting to cause him sadness and grief by ignoring him makes total sense, it's a way of taking a petty revenge where you can over a wrong that can never be made up for, i wouldn't dream of judging anyone for that.

i absolutely get why you're having a hard time making sense of your abuse, especially when you have a brother who's basically no different to you but who wasn't victimized by him (or at least not in the same way/to the same extent) — very often people will do things without a rhyme or reason or with a logic that's clear only to themselves, and that includes abuse, ive heard of plenty of parents who abused one child over the other just based on vibes and homophobia-based vibes especially (and this is just me speculating, idk if your brother is also gay or if you were particularly feminine as a child or whatever, but i could see your father subconsciously choosing you as a scapegoat because you were "already gay" or something). it's obviously awful to be abused in any circumstance, but especially so when you have that direct comparison of how your childhood would've been like if you hadn't been abused, does that make sense?

also, i really relate to what you're saying about struggling to figure out what actually happened and whether you're just making a big fuss out of nothing, so often i find myself struggling to piece together what acts were committed and when (and of course there's things i just plain don't remember) and considering over and over whether certain things were actually violating or if i just misinterpreted it all — ultimately, i always end up at the conclusion that even if something wasn't intended to be sexual it can still be interpreted as sexual and in this case sexually violating, and especially if you're a kid who's been exposed to sexual violence it's very understandable that you would "sexualize" other kinds of abuse inflicted on you and process them as sexual trauma. and i can't even imagine how much that must be compounded by the shame of having this sort of abuse be at the root of your gay awakening! i don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, of course, but the persistent stigma and taboo around these topics makes them impossible to discuss without either being outright shamed or at least being constantly afraid of other people's reactions, im so sorry you have to deal with this on top of everything.

i really wish you well anon, i hope you can find some peace and understanding and that you can get some closure ❤️❤️❤️ much love my dear, and thank you so much for trusting me with this.

#(i saw your other ask also — don't worry it totally doesn't read as misgendering! i love the term “incest agony aunt” actually)#confession session

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bi-turtle-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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Thanks for answering my ask. Can I ask (again), if you don't mind, your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from TGCF & SVSSS? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments each from the series? Thanks if you want to answer....

ough ok this is gonna be hard bc i unironically love every character in tgcf for one reason or another.

top 3 tgcf characters:

3. Shi Qingxuan/Jun Wu I did NOT expect Jun Wu to be on this list but I started writing my fic and I kind of fell in love with his character. He's an awful person who loves causing misery but at the same time there's something so painfully human about wanting so desperately to be understood by someone, anyone. I don't condone his actions but I'm here to watch. I love Shi Qingxuan for being genderfluid, brave and kind, and just so much fun. She brings unmatched energy into every scene she's in and I just love her.

2. Hua Cheng This one should be pretty obvious considering I made him my pfp on my art blog and refuse to stfu about him but god DAMN I just can't stop thinking about him. I love everything about him. His amazing fits. His incredibly powerful imagery. The way he's just so insane. His butterflies. The color red. The gender. Everything.

1. Xie Lian He's the one I draw the most for a reason. I have a thing for characters who choose kindness whenever they can, and I love Xie Lian for being able to ultimately decide that he does in fact want to use his godly powers to protect his believers and not to dominate them. He doesn't make that decision lightly—he knows what it's like to abuse his power for the sake of vengeance and he's seen what it's like when gods abuse their power for greed—he decides that being kind and benevolent is the path he wants to take because ultimately, it's love that keeps the world intact. Xie Lian is love, and I love him.

Honorable mentions: Mu Qing, Shi Wudu, He Xuan, Yushi Huang

top 3 svsss characters (bear with me because I am not super familiar with SVSSS)

3. Shang Qinghua I want to throw him against a wall (affectionate). I hate him. I love him but on a deeper level I hate him but on an even deeper level I love him. Just,, such a little shit

2. Zhuzi Lang He's a pathetic little meow meow with a fucked up sense of morality and objectively too many snakes. Someone get this guy a therapist and maybe a snack

1. Liu Qingge He's a hater through and through. I, too, find Bingqiu irritating. His "no Luo Binghes allowed" rule is perfection imo. And the way Shen Qingqiu can just call out his name and Liu Qingge will come out of literally nowhere with a flying kick?? Love that.

I honestly can't rank my top 3 moments from SVSSS because I don't remember it that well. Here are mine from TGCF though!

3. Jealous Xie Lian during the Blackwater arc Hua Cheng is like "my beloved is a noble, gracious special someone" and Xie Lian is like "ugh i hope they fucking die I MEAN I HOPE YOU THEY MAKE YOU SMILE." We don't really see jealous Xie Lian that often and it was really funny to see just how petty he got. He's usually really calm and collected and neutral about things but he was so intense here. Possibly because he was a bit hangry.

2. The Hualian confession Everything about it is just. hrmnksgnsf. I love it. I love the way they're kinda awkward after it but then they clear the air a bit and continue onwards while holding hands. I love the way Xie Lian confesses with a hug.

1. The bamboo hat/Xie Lian telling Bai Wuxiang to fuck off The moment where Xie Lian's faith in humanity is restored. And then Bai Wuxiang appears and tries to be all evil and Xie Lian just goes "fuck off you ugly mf you're blocking my sun" to the guy who's been haunting him nonstop for months on end. And Bai Wuxiang is so stunned that he gets a little desperate—so desperate that he starts a fight just so he can have an excuse to be "defeated" by Jun Wu. Man, I love that scene.

#tgcf #asks

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wheylost · 13 days ago

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the ultimate internet stupidity rant of ultimate destiny

nothing --- or anything similar --- has happened to me recently, but i can't keep looking at this damn constant trainwreck and not say something

this DNI, "[anti]-proship", 'bully someone's artstyle', and other crude stuff ain't cool. and it never was (why are we still [unironically] doing these??)

imagine minding your business then be swatted by chronically online kids who take fictional stuff WAY too seriously --- or anything really

“oh you ship real people or these questionable characters?”

“you are a parasocial pro-[terrible thing here] now go kick a bucket”

if you consider other people, telling people to go off themselves is fucking insane. who knows? someone might've done so --- over something as little as shipping vinnoel

why this ship specifically? cause this is coming from a personal experience (hi Instagram people if you [cared to] recognize me /neg). funny thing is one of the fucker had an ao3 account, bio saying something like "stop/don't send me death threats pls". like?????

it sucks dealing with that kind of stuff the first time, even nerve-wrecking when some go to your OTHER platforms just to spout the same shit like a parrot. it's like you're on the hunt after a damn jailbreak lol

one piece i made for fun got me in a slump for 2-3 months. real days. jesus christ, and i thought i dealt with worse.

"lol snowflake, don't take it so seriously"

don't take petty fictional shit seriously, then.

lemme turn on my megaphone: FICTION DOESN'T AFFECT REALITY, UNLESS ACTED UPON

using vinnoel as an example again: shipping two gaming doofuses together via art, writing, etc. DOESN'T MEAN YOU WANT THEM TO ACTUALLY BECOME A COUPLE

i tried to explain that to the hard-headed bastards that kept saying "lol idc kil urself". using my old hazbin hotel pfp as some sort of evidence of being a RPFer is goofy, but go off ig.

i'm not good at explaining stuff in general, but even trying to get the basics across is no affect. the DT patrol will *keep* going until you either dip (and make a whole new fucking persona) or do something worse.

you can have the balls to continue, but it's ridiculous dealing with it, even when you don't give them attention. there's more important things in real life than [insert "questionable" ship here].

nah, just go ahead and make damn accounts, forums and other tedious shit over these people who are minding their business. can't you do the same? or does fucking with strangers give you a hard-on?

now, the """"porshipper""" side has its moments, too; shipping underage, creating darkfics, and making other VERY intense stuff is pretty spooky

not my cup of tea, but hell, go ahead. "i can't break your keyboard in half. i can go to other fics/art and ignore yours. no offense, tho." you do you.

morbid curiosity peeking through these works most times have some guest or burner account saying the foulest of things. how bold and totally not a pussy move. don't know if a person's personal life or other private matters need explaining to strangers --- and the latter still not giving a fuck. aren't there block features on most websites?

illegal stuff isn't cool, but is the creator doing what they write/draw in real life? nah, i don't think so. and if they do, shit, find authorities more than a gang of death theaters

i don't care for "proship" content, but i also can't STAND fuckers who treat others like shit by any means: digging up their past, hawk-watching and other petty stuff that feels like it should be in a damn high-school drama. mind your business for the "antis" and don't commit any dark content you make, "proshippers"

i could give less of a crap and not make this post at all, but seeing all these hateful comments against each other while we try to move forward FROM this negative is confusing, and traumatizing to anyone --- possibly those outside the goofy internet fights, too.

i came on the internet to draw, share my art and like others who do the same. i shouldn't drop whatever i like just for you to feel superior [for once]. you do your thing, i do mine. unless it involves you, piss off. and this also applies to real stuff outside this damn internet. let people distract themselves with art and not doom scroll people arguing because someone said "first" in a YouTube comment section, or do literally ANYTHING that's deemed "weird/cringe" by god who knows.

it's cool for you to ignore this post, block me --- do whatever, im gonna watch cat videos after this. nobody is doing anything "right" or wrong"; everything is subjective, take an ethics class.

is sending death threats, pulling IPS and doing other harmful things that may ACTUALLY hurt somebody behind the screen ethical? is doing acts you write in your abusive, unsettling stories good to others around you? you tell me.

drag me all you want, but my point stands. fuck all this "anti" and "pro" shit....and everything really. live and let live. talk to me if you have news of something serious. thank you!

#also trying to make [cyber]bullying normal again is dumb #this isn't school nor should it be a moshpit #like i'm trying to distract myself bro #i don't care what stacy did and who looks at what #shhh lemme watch spongebob and cat videos #don't be some sort of bootleg police force with your ineffective DNI lists and shit #timmy is still gonna use your aesthetic pfp bro #death threats and other similar shit aren't “needed” - normal - nor funny #have common sense or piss off lol /srs

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teamarine777 · 3 months ago

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this is... a long one...

Heta: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?

Kree: Yeah, I have. Heta: Have you heard of Cole’s law?

Kree: Is this a joke about coleslaw?

Heta: …maybe.

Kira: Vul, I don't like you.

Vul: What did you say?

Kira: You heard me!

Vul, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

Vul: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours!

Kira: Six? I only got three!

Rose: You guys got sleep?

Heta, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

Rose, texting Heta: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater…

Heta′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later.

*Later*

Heta, texting back: Fuck you.

Heta: This is a bad idea.

Vul: Then why are you coming along?

Heta: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

Kira: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first.

Heta: Rock.

Kira: Paper.

Heta: Money... Is like president trading cards.

Kree: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Kree: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Heta: NBA.

Kree: …?

Heta: Snuck into a Cliffords game.

Vul: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Rose: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Heta: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room.

Kira: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.

Heta: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU!

Vul: Okay, can you do the dishes?

Heta: No!

Rose: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Heta, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Rose: *half asleep* Heta, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.

Vul: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Vul: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Vul: Go big or go home.

Heta: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Kree: Several traffic violations.

Vul: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Rose: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Kira: Also, that’s not our car.

Vul: I know one person who finds me funny!

Kira: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!

Vul: Okay then I'm out.

Kree: *sneaking in through their window*

Heta: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Kree: I was with Rose?

Rose: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

(This is only here because I have no clue why Kira would be trying to sneak out to talk to Rose????)

Heta, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Vul: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Rose: Screw lactose intolerance! I will consume as much dairy as I want!

Rose 2 hours later, crying on the floor: WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?!

Heta, gently nudging Vul aside with their foot: Vul, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you.

Vul, their eyes enormous: You kick Vul? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Heta! Jail for Heta for one thousand years!

Kira: Heta, I think we have a problem.

Heta: What, the fire?

Kira: No, the- wait, what fire?

Heta: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

Rose: Pardon the intrusion, but-

Heta: On this moment or just my life in general?

Vul: I'm not creepy.

Vul: I'm petty.

Vul: There's a difference, ya' know.

Heta: Unpopular opinion, not all dogs are good boys.

Rose: Blocked.

Heta: Sometimes, they’re good girls!

Rose: UNBLOCKED!

Kira: Rose, I want Heta gone ASAP!

Rose: If you say so… wait, shouldn’t we get someone to help us?

Kira: The only person that could help us is Kree and I don’t really trust them… *Looks over to Kree*

Kree: If you’re gonna hide a body, clap your hands! *clap clap* If you’re gonna hide a body, clap your hands! *clap clap*

(Once again, WHY AND HOW?! AND HETA'S JUST FUCKING DEAD?!)

I might do more later, but this is enough for now

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⚜ INCORRECT QUOTES ⚜

Bringing back an old tag game!!!

Rule: use this generator to create “incorrect quotes” for your wip

(I feel legally obligated to post something actually about Faerie's Dawn today and I want to meme these idiots lmao)

Cloud: Tell me a little about yourself. Nova: I'd rather not, I really like this group.

Nova: I hate when people ask me, 'What did you do today?' Buddy, listen, I woke up at noon and then it was five pm, okay? I don't KNOW!

Nova: I will be using so much pink you’ll be seeing green by the end from sensory deprivation.

Sky: You're violent. Nova: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Nova: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat? Sky: I don’t usually eat with losers. Nova: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Nova: Branch, you’re in charge! Sky: Branch, can we start a fire?

[while waiting outside the principal’s office] Nova: What are you in for? Cloud: Oh, they just want to know if it’s cool if I miss my classes tomorrow to run sound and lights for a presentation in the auditorium. What about you? Nova: I stabbed a kid with a screwdriver. Cloud: Cloud: Cloud: We live very different lives. Nova: Yes, we do.

Branch: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing. Nova: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

Nova: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times. Branch: I hope you understand how food poisoning works. Nova: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I've never met a burger I couldn’t eat.

Nova: Branch's amazing at concentrating. Once he starts reading, the only way he’ll notice you is if you take his book away. Not even if you hit him or shake him! Sky: That was him ignoring you.

Sky, at Nova's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. [leaves] Sky, leaning over Nova's coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Nova, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

Sky: I hope you have an explanation for this. Cloud: We have three, actually! Nova: Pick your favorite.

Cloud: I bet you’re wondering why I gathered you here today. It’s because we need to have a discussion about how some people in this room aren’t getting along with other people in this room. Sky: Why did you say that so vaguely? Nova and I are literally the only people you called in here.

Sky: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

Sky: [trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark] Sky: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Sky: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Sky: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Sky: [writes] You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Cloud: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Sky: But did I make you cry? Cloud: [cries on the spot] Sky: ... shit.

Sky: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Nova. Sky: Sky: Don’t tell them I said that.

Cloud: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Cloud: Core-ean! Sky: The center of the earth is around 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there, so they don’t need a language! Cloud: Core-ean.

Cloud: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Sky: [sipping his drink after accidentally adding salt] I just like the way it tastes.

Branch: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay, right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Sky: Sky: I like you.

Shade: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Sky: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Shade: We have a problem. Branch: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Shade: What the fuck. Shade: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship. Shade: Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy!

Shade: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Cloud: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel! Branch: A realist sees a freight train. Sky: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Achilles: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Nova: That sounds like a challenge. Achilles: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Nova: ... Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Achilles: There is no challenge!

Achilles: Okay, how do I look? Be honest. Cloud: There’s no critic more honest than Sky! Sky: Bad.

Achilles: We all have our demons. Achilles, grabbing Shade: This one’s mine.

Eve: Asa, don’t go picking a fight with Ailwyn. Don’t forget, they’re powerful, they could make life difficult for you. Asa: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

Asa: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier!

Asa: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

Asa: [walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone] Eve: Hey, Asa, how was your day? Asa: [picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Nova] Hell. Eve, watching this unfold: (whispers) Who hurt you?

Eve: What's worse than a heartbreak? Shade: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. Branch: Waking up in the morning. Asa: Waking up.

Shade: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water?? Cloud: Y-you were putting it in cold water?? Sky: Shade. Answer the question, Shade. Shade: Yeah??? I thought people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process. didn't realize there was an actual reason. Shade: Plus you think I have the patience to boil water? Cloud: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes?? Sky: Why are you putting it in the microwave to boil it? Cloud: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? Sky: It takes less than a minute. Cloud: Is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun??? Sky: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? Cloud: Like seven minutes?? Nova: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like 2 minutes... less than that if you use a saucepan! Sky: Why are you putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? Nova? Your stove is enchanted! Shade: Every single person here is a fucking lunatic. Branch: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?!

[during a group project] Branch: [does 99% of the work] Cloud: [has no idea what’s going on] Nova: [says they’re gonna help but does not] Sky: [disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end]

Just a silly thing I felt like I had to make lol.

Ik you guys don't know half of these characters lol. But it's fun foreshadowing for later... and still funny 😉

(Idk should I @ the whole Faerie's Dawn list? I'mma just @ my "everything" taglist and anyone I know who's really into FD lol)

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@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

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haiangels · 4 years ago

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you got games on your phone?

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive??

characters: bonten

y/n plays cup pong with bonten on imessage

sanzu ;

agrees to play and plays casually

would get competitive when you keep winning

gets upset and challenges you to a match in real life

with real beer

would beat you and brag about it to you and everyone in their office group chat

nothing matters as long as he wins

would drag the other members into the game just to show off how amazing his aim is

mikey ;

would be so confused on how to play

misses every shot and loses every round; baby's really bad at aiming on phone

it got to the point where you end up having to call or facetime him to teach him how to play

and when he finally gets a ball into a cup, he gets excited and tells you about it in call

"did you see that, y/n?!? did you, did you?? I GOT ONE IN!"

he'd practice with the other bonten members, without you knowing, to improve

is smug when he beats them in every round

rindou ;

would accept immediately

he's been wanting to play with someone for a long time, but everyone else ignores him

he wants to show off his skills; he's been practicing by himself

which is why he has two phones

would let you do your moves and would purposely lose until the last round. this is when he busts out his own moves and wins the game

"HAH LOSER, I WIN."

you'd block him for a day and ignore him for a few hours

ran ;

no mercy.

beats you every round and rubs it in your face

when you do manage to beat him, he demands a rematch

he's a sore loser; can't handle being beaten by you

would be petty and challenge you to strip uno "how does this even correlate to cup pong, ran??"

"shush, be prepared to strip, y/n."

would treat it like it's his lifeline. he just has to win.

kaku ;

he so kind

he so nice

he would let you win on purpose

doesn't care about the game at all, he just wants to see you happy

would pretend to not know how to play just so you can call him and teach him

loves listening to you talk and laugh, hence why he loses on purpose

would do anything to make you happy

koko ;

he's actually good at the game

would ask to turn it into a bet; he's greedy for money

he's good, but you're better. staying glued to your phone 24/7 has paid off

loses the bet, and like ran, would challenge you to a game irl

can stand losing, only when money isn't involved

would bet again at the irl match and wins + rubs it in your face "HAH you may be better on phone, but im GOD in real life."

would give you the money he won regardless

omi ;

honestly, he isn't fond of phone games. he'd much rather play in real life

wouldn't even reply to your game invitation

he ignores and leaves you on read

finds you in his office and runs outta there immediately

HE SUCKS AT CUP PONG LOL but his ego is too big to admit that

when the other bonten members tell you this, you'd ask him about it

his response? "i lost on purpose. trust."

mochi ;

he's good at the game

but he doesn't want to play, he's been playing too often and got tired of it

doesn't ignore like omi, he has the decency to tell you no

but it's a "no." with a heart

buys you boba and popcorn chicken to make it up to you

tells you funny stories about the other members' losses

spoils you rotten

thanks for reading!

reblogs/comments are appreciated ♡

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orim0ri · 4 years ago

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hi i'm sorry but do you think we could get a part two of gojo, toji, and naoya cheating? where their ex so finds someone new and they have a family or smth

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Warning: Unhealthy past relationships, mentions of stalking, Naoya.

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP (PT. 2)

Totally doesn’t care! His ego isn’t hurt one bit knowing you moved on so easily!

Let’s be honest, he’s not doing alright in the slightest.

Not only is he saying “what makes them so special” about your new significant other, but he’s trying hard to get you back.

Gojo actually decided to go to where you were staying (whether it was your house or apartment or your new s/o’s) and waiting until you finally answered his loud knocking at the door.

When you did, you weren’t really surprised or shocked to see him. You just kinda leaned against the doorframe with an unamused look on your face.

Gojo definitely hated that expression.

“Been a while, right? I missed you.”

You didn’t answer him, you only hummed in responds.

“Look I just- I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you. I want to be with you again. You are my one and only!”

Now that made you burst out laughing. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too funny and ironic! Gojo could only stand there stupid while you tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry, ‘one and only?’ That’s a good one.”

Ouch. Another shot to his already deflated ego.

“Look Satoru, it’s cute that you came all this way just to say you’re sorry, but there’s no way I’m getting back with you.” You chuckled again.

“I wish you the best of luck. I mean, you are the most powerful sorcerer out there so it won’t be so hard finding someone else, right?”

With that you just closed the door before he could say anything more. This wasn’t how much of his relationships ended up. They would crawl and beg to be taken back, tell him that they forgive him. Gojo didn’t realize how his “sorry” just slipped his tongue so easily, just like every other short relationship he’s had.

You found someone better than him, someone that made you more happier than he made you.

Gojo wasn’t all to happy about that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Any attempt Gojo would throw at you would be crushed with a smile on your face.

Did you enjoy seeing him try his hardest to make it up to you? It was just a one time thing! Could you be anymore petty?

Gojo would always tell himself that when the swell of guilt in his chest would get too large. He tried to reason that he wasn’t at fault for any of this. But all his senses told him it was, deep down he knew.

You moved on while he couldn’t, and it was his own fault.

Good for you. He’s happy for you, totally.

Toji is a total liar, he isn’t happy. In fact, he’s more grumpy and angry than before now that you’re in a new and much better relationship.

But Toji remembers what you saw, what he did. He knew this would happen either way once you figured it out. He just didn’t expect your lack of care in the world for it.

He saw you with your new significant other, smiling lovingly at them. That was him before he decided to throw it all away. Toji almost laughed bitterly at the thought, he threw out most of everything in his life.

It was a depressing to remember the love you had given him, the attention and care. The time you put in to make him more softer around you.

That only made him angrier at himself for just wasting it away.

He doesn’t try to get you back, but he does watch you from afar. The envy in his eyes at your significant other could possibly kill them, hell he might just try.

Oh boy Naoya is throwing a fit over it. He’ll probably say very loudly to his servants or male colleagues that you’re a bitch and a whore for leaving him. He ended things with the mistress and blamed her for everything that happened.

He might even stalk you and pretty much blame you as well for the whole divorce. You weren’t being a good wife, that’s why he cheated. You clearly weren’t being a good housewife! It’s all about blaming you rather than accepting the small little voice in his head, that small little boy that wasn’t subjected to misogyny, the one that keeps telling him it was all his fault. That he was unfaithful.

He was being a bad husband. He wasn’t being the proper working husband for his wife. He never came home with a smile on his face, greeting his wife and asking if there’s any help she needs. After all, sometimes you were a bit clumsy. As a husband, he was suppose to provide for you, he was suppose to keep you happy.

He wasn’t suppose to hurt you.

On his many moments of stalking you, you finally confronted him one day on your many shopping runs.

“Look Naoya, I find your desperation real cute, but it’s getting annoying.”

God he hated your overall sincerity and new laid back attitude. He tried winning your heart again but your new significant other clearly had your heart, just like he had yours once.

He broke down one day in private. He wanted you, he needed you, he wanted you back. So. Badly. He even thought about begging on his knees for you to leave your lover for him, promising he would do you better and do you right. But his pride held him back. The weight of being a Zenin held him back.

He still has the photo of the day you two got married. He was so happy that day, the happiest man alive. You were smiling. That smile, it was much more happier and loving than the smile you gave him the day you left. He thought he could find another wife. Another submissive, doting, and loving wife. But none of them were you, none of them had that irritating stubbornness as you, no one made his heart skip a beat, not a single woman that came from other clans even compared to you.

He really screwed up.

Sorry if this isn’t as good as the other part! I’ve been going through some MAJOR writers block (reason for my late post). But thank you so much for the ask Anon! I really appreciate it!

#jujutsu kaisen naoya #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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A continuation of NHS invites WWX to JYL's wedding, and what happened there? Perhaps about how the estemed Hanguang Jun ended up running off and eloping with the Nie sect heir's intended?

continuation of that short fic, now it’s own fic on ao3

Plus One - Chapter 2

“So,” Nie Huaisang said, sidling up to his brother and his two sworn brothers now that they’d finally gotten to the party part of the wedding and they could all huddle up in a corner to be anti-social together.

Or, well, for Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen to be anti-social and for Jin Guangyao to be forcefully restrained from attempting to perform hosting duties, which he incessantly tried to do - it was like he had no idea what servants were for. Which Nie Huaisang supposed was understandable, given everything, but the way Jin Guangshan encouraged him to do it certainly wasn’t.

“So,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice only mildly ominous in a way that suggested, to Nie Huaisang at least, that he was still finding this whole thing incredibly funny.

Accordingly, Nie Huaisang ignored him. “How much do you think I can milk being horribly dumped?” he asked. “Because I think I’m about to be horribly dumped.”

“By your new ‘intended’?” Lan Xichen said, looking amused. “Really, Huaisang, I don’t know what you were thinking by bringing him.”

“Uh, that he deserves to attend his shijie’s wedding? Obviously?”

“But to bring him to Lanling…”

“He’s my guest,” Nie Huaisang said haughtily, bringing out his fan and doing his best ‘rich young master who is better than this and is most certainly above your petty questions’ Jin sect impression. “You aren’t suggesting that the Jin sect would take back an invitation they freely issued, would they? Or breach the rules of hospitality?”

“Huaisang, Xichen didn’t mean it that way and you know it,” his brother said, sounding annoyed, but in his relaxed run-of-the-mill ‘I hate parties’ type of annoyance, rather than specifically about his behavior. “Obviously the Jin sect won’t do anything about it. Regardless of any other considerations, anything they did would be refusing to show our Nie sect face, and then I’d have to make an issue of it.”

He sounded wistful. Probably thinking about how he could use it as an excuse to storm out and go home early.

“We’re only worried about you, Huaisang,” Jin Guangyao murmured, looking remarkably calm for someone who was definitely (if unobtrusively) being blocked from leaving by two very tall men with excessive mother hen tendencies. “You’re all grown up now, not a child – you need to think about the political implications your actions might have. Aren’t you concerned about your brother’s reaction?”

Huaisang was about to explain that he’d gotten his brother’s permission, but then he remembered that they were in Lanling, full of spies, so he decided to tell Jin Guangyao about that later.

“It’s not my problem that Sect Leader Nie has to think about politics at what should be a happy family event,” he said instead, nose in the air, and Lan Xichen frowned even as Nie Mingjue sighed, probably at Nie Huaisang’s total lack of caring about even the basic obligations of etiquette. Or possibly his reference to their little inside joke, but these were his sworn brothers, so they’d have to figure out sooner or later that Sect Leader Nie and Nie Mingjue weren’t always the same. “Besides, that isn’t what I asked. I asked about how long I can milk my terrible heartbreaking break up.”

“I thought you were getting dumped?” his brother asked, passing him a jar of wine. A good brother, even if he was mocking him.

“Getting dumped leads to a break-up,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “Wei-xiong is a thankless white-eyed wolf who was just using me with absolutely no consideration of my tender feelings.”

“You have tender feelings?” his brother said. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

Nie Huaisang kicked him in the shin.

As usual, it had no impact whatsoever on his brother and only hurt his own toes, but it was the principle of the thing.

“Huaisang,” Lan Xichen said, his voice oddly gentle, even softer than normal. “Did you – really – for Wei Wuxian –”

Nie Huaisang, who’d been taking a drink of wine, nearly choked. “Er-ge,” he said, mildly horrified. “Please. Wei-xiong is a very handsome gentleman, fearless and dashing, with all the skills one might ask for in a son-in-law –”

“Brother-in-law,” his brother muttered, as if he hadn’t been Nie Huaisang’s de facto father figure for years.

“– and, yes, I suppose we have similar tastes in drinking, carousing, and pornography –”

“Of course you do,” Jin Guangyao said, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hide how his lips were twitching.

“– but let us not forget: he lives in a trash heap. With Wen sect. I have standards!”

“I thought he was marrying in?” Lan Xichen asked, smiling again now that he had confirmed that there was no actual heart-breaking occurring in the vicinity. “He’d live in the Unclean Realm that way, wouldn’t he?”

“He would not,” Nie Mingjue put in. “I don’t care if they’re all enlightened saints that do nothing but charity all day, no one surnamed Wen is living in my home.”

“You see what I’m up against?” Nie Huaisang said, holding out his hands in appeal to his brother’s sworn brothers. “My da-ge doesn’t understand, he’s only good for swinging a saber! How cruel and heartless must a man be to stand in the way of true love?”

Lan Xichen covered his smile with his sleeve. Jin Guangyao pressed his lips together in such a way that made his cheeks especially round and quivering with suppressed laughter, like a mouse stuffing its face to bulging with rice.

“Er-ge, you wouldn’t be nearly this cruel if it were you, would you?” Nie Huaisang asked, reaching out and tugging said sleeve. “You’d be kind and generous about it – I bet you’d find them a nice little place to live, maybe next to those foothills you’re always saying you want someone to use but that you’re not willing to sell…”

“Were you planning on moving in with er-ge after your marriage, then?” Jin Guangyao asked. He looked much more amused and relaxed now – maybe he’d been stressing over this being some sort of scheme and was feeling much better now that he realized it was actually just Nie Huaisang’s nonsense. His paranoia had always been deeply endearing. “I don’t think your brother will like that.”

“Not me,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes at him. “But if it was Lan Zhan sweeping him away, er-ge would definitely support him. Right, er-ge?”

“I always support my brother,” Lan Xichen said with a smile.

“Good,” Nie Huaisang said, taking another swallow of wine. “Because he and Wei Wuxian just had a very intense conversation in a secluded corner that ended with them kissing and running off together, so it’s about to become your problem.”

Nie Mingjue choked, Jin Guangyao’s jaw dropped, and Lan Xichen’s eyes got really big.

“Not joking,” Nie Huaisang clarified cheerfully. “Totally serious.”

“Excuse me,” Lan Xichen said, getting up very quickly. “I need to – go see –”

He didn’t even bother finishing the sentence before rushing off.

“Go with him,” Nie Mingjue said to Jin Guangyao, who blinked owlishly at him. “It’s going to be a shitshow, isn’t it? Politically, I mean.”

“Uh,” Jin Guangyao said.

“Really, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “The notorious ostracized-by-the-cultivation-world demonic cultivator Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, is abruptly reintroduced to society as my intended bride, only to be stolen away by the Lan sect’s Second Jade, the second most desirable bachelor in the cultivation world, in the middle of a wedding party thrown by Lanling Jin? I have no idea why you think this would so much as raise an eyebrow.”

“That’s a lot of words to say ‘shitshow’, which is why I didn’t,” Nie Mingjue said. “Meng Yao – Jin Guangyao – oh, fuck it, A-Yao, someone is going to need to keep their head about them and think about the political implications long enough to keep Xichen from getting himself into serious trouble, and you’re better at it than I am. Go help him. I’ll cover for you two here.”

Jin Guangyao still looked torn.

“Don’t listen to da-ge, he’s worrying too much,” Nie Huaisang volunteered his own opinion. “How much trouble can the Lan sect really get into over a matter of love?”

“I’m going at once,” Jin Guangyao said, and ran after Lan Xichen.

A moment later, Nie Huaisang handed the jar of wine back to his brother.

“Well done,” he said, voice much more neutral than it had been a moment before. “Assuming your goal was to deprive Sect Leader Jin of san-ge’s assistance while we define the situation to make it come out the way we want.”

“Couldn’t have done it without your timely assist,” Nie Mingjue said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He did so hate politics, and he hated being good at it even more. Truly there was nothing better, in Nie Huaisang’s opinion, than forcing his brother to relent and give in to the sneaky bastard half of his heritage. “Anyway, Sect Leader Jin is drunk and his heir is the groom, and thus occupied. It’s only reasonable that I, as the person with the next highest status, take charge of dispersing the news.”

“And by ‘dispersing the news’ you mean rehabilitate Wei-xiong’s reputation, get him reinstated in the Jiang sect, and arrange an appropriate marriage between him and Lan Zhan before anyone can complain about an inappropriate elopement, of course.”

“It’s called being efficient, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said.

“It’s called creating a countervailing alliance to the Jiang-Jin sect connection, getting both the Jiang sect and the Yiling Patriarch to owe our sect a favor – not to mention the Lan sect, too! – and conveniently also undercutting Sect Leader Jin’s authority just at the moment he’s trying to install himself as the new ruler of the cultivation world.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said, finishing off the jar and putting it down. “I’m far too stupid to be considering any of that. Only good for swinging a saber, remember?”

Nie Huaisang sniggered.

“Yes, I remember,” he said. “You won a whole war against a much stronger, more numerous, and more unified force on Baxia’s strength alone, no brains required. How can I help? You want me crying or excited?”

“Whatever you think is best, Huaisang.” His brother solidified his scowling angry face, just the sort of thing a dumb brute might wear when dealing with politics that he was far too ignorant to understand. “Let’s go right some injustices, shall we?”

#mdzs #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #lan xichen #my fic #my fics #plus one #mentalcarebear

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travellingarmy · 4 years ago

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║Scaramouche║Jealousy

Requested from Wattpad.

Gender-neutral.

Fluff.

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He doesn't know when so don't ask him. But he does know that you had somehow bewitched him into liking you because he couldn't explain what it is about you that had made him fall for you. Was it your hair? Eyes? Smile? Again, he doesn't know and all he could do is blame you for it.

His eyes stare lazily at the crowd, thoughts completely all about you and only you. He wishes he could see you-- oh, would you look at that? Not too far away, he spots a familiar stature, eyes looking at a list. You.

He pondered at today's date, crossing his arms. Based on his notes from observing you, you were out shopping for groceries. Oh, how could he forget that? That was the reason why he was out and about with no particular purpose tied to the Tsaritsa at all. He was grateful at how you always had a routine. That way, he could have these.. Encounters. He doesn't do much other than stare. Creepy, but he does not dare walk up to you to strike a conversation. He only does it when there is a really good excuse for them.

"I thought I'd find you here," a smooth voice spoke from behind the short male, a chuckle following after. Scaramouche had the look of annoyance at the sound that he loathed oh so much. "What do you want, pest?"

He does not need to look behind him to know that it was the young Harbinger, Tartaglia. The ginger chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. "Ouch, no need to be so venomous, old man." He does not even bother to feign hurt.

Scaramouche clicks his tongue, not once turning to see the ginger. "If you have nothing to say, leave. Can't you see I'm busy?" he spat. The taller male grins. "Oh? With what? Surely, stalking an innocent civilian isn't what you are busy about, is it?" Tartaglia has been watching for a while as well, but not at you-- Scaramouche, seeing as the sixth Harbinger started to act strange-- mainly towards you. He thought it was hilarious that a man such as the cruel sixth could easily coil under your words.

Scaramouche mentally curses at the male. "Piss off." He grits his teeth. This just made Tartaglia want to continue. However, a brilliant plan- much better than teasing Scaramouche- had crept its way in his head. Smirking evident in his tone, he bids goodbye to the short Harbinger.

"Good riddance," he mumbled to himself. His eyes had never once left your person as you move onto different stalls that had the needed items on your list.

Maybe he should go up and say a quick 'hello'? You two are friends after all. It wouldn't be awkward, right?

He bit the inside of his cheek, deciding against it. As much as he tops everybody, he cowers to interact with you and only pray that the Tsaritsa had something- anything- to give him a reason to interact with you. He thought it would seem awkward otherwise.

Sighing, he turns on his heels, planning on going to the training ground for new recruits and do something productive like watching new Fatui members bleed their guts out-- anything that would take his mind off of you.

He doesn't know when, but the next time he saw you made his blood boil. Actually, it wasn't you that made him that way-- it was at the sight of you talking to the eleventh Harbinger with all smiles and laughter.

Were you two always that close for you to allow Tartaglia to put a hand on your shoulders? It was evident that the Harbinger was up to something when he put it there. Scaramouche doesn't know what type of game Tartaglia was playing at, but he didn't like it in the slightest.

He wanted to walk up and wrap his arms around you protectively while he hiss and glare at the eleventh. But he had to hold back. After all, it would seem weird since you two weren't lovers. Oh how he wished that you would leave the ginger already.

If he was itching for a fight, Scaramouche would happily give it to him. It has been 2 weeks since and each day, Tartaglia always seemed free enough to hang around you. And you seemed undisturbed by it? How absurd! Had you not notice where that man puts his hands on you? That hand that the ginger holds is supposed to be his!

He scowls. He can't take this anymore. Scaramouche has finally figured out the game that the ginger started and tried not to fall for his petty trap to make him finally admit to you about his feelings. However, that didn't last long and he started to think that he should take this as a chance before that opportunity is no longer there; when Tartaglia has really fallen for you.

Taking a deep breath, he strides to you two with menacing glares thrown at the tall male. Tartaglia felt those eyes that he knew had been watching him since two weeks ago draw near, getting his attention, which soon caught yours.

"Oh? Why if it isn't gramps," Tartaglia greets, showing his signature smile that was usually a sign of trouble to come. Scaramouche stares long and hard at him before he turns to look at you.

"Scara, hello!" You smiled that smile he loves oh so much. His heart fluttered, almost forgetting the presence of a particular someone.

"Uh, so, gramps," Tartaglia starts, "(Y/N) and I are actually going out for lunch, so if you could speed it up.." Scaramouche shots another deadly glare at the male. It would have been scary to a normal person but since this is what Tartaglia wanted, he wasn't affected by it.

"You're not having lunch with them." With that, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you along with him. "H, huh? Wait, Scara, where are we going?" You look at the back of the short Harbinger before you turn to look over your shoulders at Tartaglia.

You thought he would stand there dumbfoundedly but instead, he waves at you with one hand as the other rested on his hips and balancing his weight on one leg. He gave a close-eyed smile, feeling proud that it had turned out the way he wanted. The eleventh wanted to follow to hear what cheesy thing Scaramouche would say, but he stops himself and decided to tease him later.

Now gone from sight after turning a block, Scaramouche pins you against a wall, both hands slammed beside your head. You yelped and hissed at the impact, closing your eyes instinctively.

"Hey, Scara, couldn't you just--" "I like you," he confesses, getting all words dying on your tongue. "Eh?" Silence followed after, and it seemed to you that there was a bird cawing not too far in the distance.

Did you hear that right? You look up and was met a flushed Harbinger who awaited for your response. "C, could you repeat that? I think water got into my ears when I took a bath this morning."

Scaramouche takes a deep breath and this time, said it loud and clear-- enough for you to comprehend. "I like you, (Y/N)," he said, the heat tingling his cheeks. Gosh, Tartaglia's spot would have definitely been given away by his laughter, if he was there.

"I like you too, Scara," you confess, a confused look on your face at the sudden confrontation. On Scaramouche's part, the light in his eyes twinkled like little stars dancing in the night sky. You liked him as well? A smile was threatening to break but before that could happen, he moves away and coughed onto his fist, clearing his throat soon after.

"W, well, I'm glad we have mutual feelings towards one another.." he said, face still slightly turned from you.

"But, Scara, can I ask what brought this up so suddenly?" you had finally ask. The Harbinger stare at you longingly and removes his fist from his mouth, scratching the back of his neck. "I was, uh, a bit jealous of.." He looks down, feeling embarrassed to say it. But you wanted an answer so he had no choice but to give it. "I was jealous of Tartaglia hanging around you."

Your heart fluttered. He looks adorable if you had to be honest. Who knew that he could be jealous by someone who was much younger than both you and him? You had long knew that the young Harbinger was up to something the moment he came up to you with the smile used when he was plotting something. You weren't that dense.

A laugh escaped your lips, getting the attention of the male. "H, hey, what's so funny?" His brows scrunched together in confusion.

You shake your head to dismiss the question and soon cup his face, bringing him close so that your foreheads were touching. Staring longingly into his indigo eyes, you spoke. "There is no need to be jealous because my heart belonged to you long ago."

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#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche oneshot #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #gender neutral #genshin venti #barbara gunnhildr #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact oneshots #genshin #genshin impact

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bluefirewrites · 4 years ago

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not sure if u are still taking this but, celebrity/fan au for JUKEE 🤭

Okay this one's a little involved but I got you!

Rated T for mentions of sex and maybe some language

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******

Julie tugs against the rather short dress Flynn had squeezed her in, not caring for how much she looks like a glorified candy wrapper in the shimmering gold.

She feels like she's some Ferrer Roche, waiting to be devoured.

Which seems to be her intention for tonight because she's insane, and so is her bestie Flynn, because she's supposed to grab the attention of a certain someone in this club.

Her motives for tonight sound like they come straight out of a Wattpad story, but her boyfriend- or well maybe an ex boyfriend now'- forced her hand.

So a year ago, right around the time they started dating, they both disclosed their 'hall passes'. Just a list of celebrities they were both 'allowed' to cheat on their partners with. It was fun. Just to see who the other person would pick.

It was harmless because the whole point is that these people are so famous, so far out of reach, that the odds of hooking up with them would be essentially impossible.

Nick's was the lead singer of the world famous pop group Dirty Candi. And Julie remembers drunkenly applauding the choice ("She's pretty! Wowww you like them Bubblegum Pop girls?")

They had a laugh that night and Julie doesn't really consider that hall pass conversation all that much since then-

-Until fast forward to last week when Nick disclosed to her that he ran into Carrie Wilson at an event. And then promptly disclosed to her that he invoked his 'Hall Pass' rights.

His rights?! She had exploded at him, and he claims that its no big deal. That he thought she would understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a crazy set of circumstances, and that- 'Holy shit Jules, she was actually into me. Like what?'

Understandably, Julie stormed out and has been staying with Flynn for the time being. And it must have been the haze of crying and watching a lot of true crime series to cheer herself up that she and Flynn concocted this... plan.

One fueled by spite and pettiness.

Get back at Nick, make him jealous, make him feel how she did- by invoking her own 'Hall Pass' rights-

-which so happens to be Sunset Curve frontman, Luke Patterson...

"There he is" Flynn whispers from their corner of the club and Julie gulps.

"I don't think I can do this," Julie hisses at Flynn, when they spot him at the bar, nursing a drink with his bandmates like he usually would (they did their research).

See, Julie’s been a fan of Luke’s for a long time. Ever since she heard ‘Now or Never’ in freshman year of high school, she’s been hooked onto their music- especially Luke and his voice and playing.

She had their posters on her bedroom wall and had been that girl who would (when no one’s looking) press her fingers to her lips then press them against Luke’s image before going to bed.

It was that bad.

And Julie had probably fantasized on more than one occasion of meeting him and all the other scenarios you would picture in a typical Celeb x Reader scenario.

And she’d like to think she grew out of it, now she’s in her mid-twenties and just casually listens to Sunset Curve, following up on their careers every now and then.

But you can never really shake your first major celebrity crush. Hence he had been on her so called ‘Hall Pass’ list.

(”You into rockstars, Jules?” Nick had teased her that night.)

Seeing him there, in the same place as her, is so surreal, but Flynn’s continued pinches to her arm remind her just how real this is.

“This is ridiculous,” Julie crosses her arms, ready to bow out because what is she thinking? Why would Luke Patterson pick her up, of all people, at the bar? It’s like a supermodel runway in here, filled with girls more accomplished and famous. Her confidence is shaken a bit and she rethinks everything.

"Nick didn't seem to have a problem when he did it," Flynn points out, “And girl, you look great. He would be blind to not want you.”

The mention of Nick still boils her blood, which only reaffirms her plans for revenge. She’s still nervous but they both stand up from their booth and walk over to the bar.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend,”

“No. You’re musician extraordinaire, Julie Molina! The world may not have heard about you, but they will one day. I bet that’s something you can talk to him about. Music? Lyrics?”

Julie could use her songwriting credentials to her advantage, “I mean I guess-”

“Quick, he’s getting up!”

“Flynn, wait I’m not-”

With a forceful push, Flynn sends Julie into the path of Luke Patterson, colliding into him and effectively spilling his drink all over her dress.

“Oh my god,” Luke gapes at her, “I am so sorry-”

Julie fans herself, shaking slightly from the fact she’s drenched and also that her freakin’ high school celebrity crush is looking at her, actually talking to her.

But she recovers quickly, and she speaks, “It’s fine. Really. I guess I’m just... clumsy.” She shoots a glare at Flynn, who merely winks and retreats to their booth.

Luke grimaces and takes her by the hand, leading her somewhere, napkins in his other hand, “Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry. Hate to ruin a pretty... dress.”

It’s the way he eyes her that catches Julie off guard. He’s... not talking about the dress, is he?

Julie reels it back in tries her hand at a joke, “I wouldn’t call this a dress. I feel like fancy leftovers in this thing.”

Luke stifles a laugh, “Okay, I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but yeah. I guess it’s a bit tin foil-y.”

“Not your style?”

His gaze drifts over to her one last time, “Well, any way to take a meal back home is fine by me. I mean-” Luke scrunches his nose, wincing, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. That was too... much. Are we-” he laughs nervously, “Are we still... talking about food?”

“Unless you just called me a meal. Then no.”

The look in his eyes say that he’s absolutely mortified, “...yeah. I think I did. I was hoping that was a nightmare.”

“Nope, it definitely happened,”

“Feel free to slap me,”

Julie giggles, somewhat delirious because she hasn’t tried to flirt with him but here Luke is, flirting with her. Or trying. And failing. Like a far cry from the suave rockstar she had pictured him to be.

“No need. Just, can you-?” she points to the napkins he’s holding hostage.

“Oh yeah. Here,” They stop in front of the coat check, and he hands her the napkins so she could try herself off with the best she can.

Suddenly, a weight falls onto her shoulders, she looks up and sees Luke draping a jacket over her- his presumably.

“You looked cold,”

Julie wraps the jacket tight against her, relishing in the warmth, “Wow, thanks.”

Luke smiled and stepped back, “Just so you know, if I made you feel weird in any way, I’d like to throw out my third ‘sorry’ of the night. Nothing has to happen though. So, just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”

Whew. Um, okay. Julie stands there, faced with this decision.

The compliments aside (she will revisit those later), Luke’s giving her an out. Any reservations she has about moving forward with this plan, this is her chance to leave.

She could just treasure these amazing few minutes for the rest of her life. This could be a story to tell friends at a dinner party, about the time a rockstar lent her his jacket. Would be up there with the time Jack Black passed her on the street and said “Nice hat!”.

But-

Maybe she wants to see where this goes.

“All this talk about food is making me hungry though...” she says and Luke lights up, “I could go for a bite to eat.”

Luke snaps his fingers, “I know just the place.”

*******

Half an hour later, Julie and Flynn are in a smelly alleyway with the guys from Sunset Curve, in line for a street dog cart just a couple blocks away.

“An Oldsmobile?” Julie gawked after hearing Luke and the guys describe the delicacy, “Are you trying to poison me?”

“I swear by it,” Luke insists, taking her hand and moving them up in the line. Flynn sees this and doesn’t comment, but Julie’s starting to get used to Luke doing that, “You have to try!”

Julie doesn't know when she got over her initial starstruck, but by now its so easy to treat Luke like a regular person.

Well, celebrities are all regular people in the end, but more so now that he and his friends, have their sleeves rolled up, smiles wide, ready to dig into what may be the most disgusting hot dog she has ever seen.

Julie takes a bite out of hers and her eyes widen. Wow. It's not terrible.

"Ayy! We got another one, boys" Reggie laughs, noting her reaction.

"Told ya" Luke needles her sides and she giggles, ticklish. Her knee jerk reaction is to playfully shove him, but in the process accidentally smeared some mustard onto his face.

Luke goes to lick it off with his tongue, making funny faces as he did which amused Julie even more.

"Here," she takes a napkin and wipes at his cheek, "Now we're even."

The whole group gets to talking over by the couches, while Flynn chats up the other boys, Julie and Luke are sequestered in their own corner, and yes, eventually the topic switches to music.

"Wait, so you know Rose and the Petal Pushers?" Luke chokes out, "Like everyone I talk to hasn't heard of them!"

"Yup. Have their record actually" Julie beams proudly, censoring out the part that its her mom's band and hence she has one of the few records ever released.

Luke is floored by that and continues to poke her brain for music and Julie finds that their spiels go on naturally, that she could probably talk with Luke for hours and hours.

Which ends up happening. Flynn had already made her escape, having texted her to come home safely, the boys had gone too, leaving them in the nearly empty lot.

When the food truck closes down for the night, they end up taking a stroll down the streets of L.A, talking and getting to know each other.

Julie learns so much about Luke, things she's never heard about from the press- like his songwriting practice, that he cries at Finding Nemo, and that he can do a cartwheel only when drunk.

And in return Julie shares with him her crazy college stories, how she misses her mom sometimes, and that she is encyclopedia of commercial jingles (a fact Luke exploits by rapidly quizzing her at random moments)

Somehow they end up near the beach, with Julie pointing out the different stars she could see, but finds that Luke isn't looking at the sky.

"Hey, Julie..." He gets her attention, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too"

"So... would it be alright, if I kiss you?"

Julie's mouth parts, speechless. It happened. Holy shit it happened or... is happening. She has Luke exactly where she wants him.

She could only nod and Luke takes it as the sign to lean in, but just as his lips is about to brush against hers, she freaks-

"Wait" she steps back. Luke opens his mouth, "No. No more 'sorry's from you. This one's one me. I'm sorry but... this- this" She sighs, "I have to be honest with you."

Then she tells Luke everything- Nick, The Hall Pass, her plans for tonight- basically admitting to using him.

When she's done, she expects for Luke to get angry, to leave in a huff and never want to see her again.

That's not what happens.

"This Nick guy sounds like a piece of work" he says.

Julie nods slowly, "Yeah... I guess he was. So maybe that's why I did it. But I don't think I could have gone through with it. Like I don't think we're together, me and Nick but-"

"You wouldn't want to do what he did. Because you don't want to hurt people," Luke surmises, understanding, "And by doing that, that means you're a better person than he is."

"I guess"

"No Julie, you're a good person" Luke insists, "Man, I think that makes me like you even more."

Julie laughs, "God, if my high school self could see me now..."

"You were a big fan?"

"I'm not having this conversation right now with you,"

"Okay cuz now you got me curious-"

Julie swats his shoulder but it doesn't deter the guy from snickering.

On a more serious note though-

"I think..." Julie hums, "I think this means that I got some stuff to work through. Before I could start considering... this."

"I understand"

"But thank you... Luke. For tonight"

"It's been real, Julie,"Luke smiles and pulls her in for a half hug, "And you should keep the jacket. Looks better on you anyway."

****

Julie goes back to Flynn's that night and her bestie's still awake, wanting all the deets. But there's not much to tell. Nothing happened.

She shrugs off the jacket and resigns to the couch, not caring that her makeup is still on. She's about ready to pass out.

Her phone dings.

She pulls it out and sees two notifications.

luke_patterson is now following you

luke_patterson is requesting to message you.

Curious, she accepts the request.

'here if you want to talk, Tin Foil :P'

Julie rolls her eyes and collapses onto the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face.

She doesn't know it now, but the oncoming years would be filled with more messages back and forth, meetups with their friends for more shady street food, building a solid foundation of friendship and eventually, when Luke asks again if he could kiss her, Julie would eagerly prop herself on her toes to close the gap.

Yeah, Julie's high school self would definitely be screaming...

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #luke x julie #julie x luke #this one turned into an actual fic wtf #lol #i got carried away #long post #blue answers asks #celebrity/fan au

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peculiarpatches · 4 years ago

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𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘹 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

I’m republishing this since it hardly got notes the last time and I’m ~ crazy ~ and need validation that my stories are good. Out of all the Twilight ones I’ve been working on, this still is one of my favorite’s because it’s the first one I’ve ever written. It’s the first one that got me inspired to write for the other characters, too. So, as much as I love this one, I hope you love it, too.

A/N: This story includes smut. If this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read. Simple as that.

There’s not much other than oral and dirty talk, however. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Centuries — that's how long Alice and Jasper have been together for. The two were simply inseparable; Stuck to each other like glue. It'd take millions of weapons and hundreds of people to try and tear them apart, no matter what happened or what went on in their crazy, immortal lives, it didn't matter, no, because they lived for each other.

Their lives were better, happier, because of that other person.

And nothing - nor, nobody - was ever going to change the fact. Jasper wasn't one to express his feelings (though, he could control other people's emotions, ironically enough) but that small grin you see every now and then across his face was all thanks to Alice.

The smile belonged to her because she was the one that brought peace, happiness, and love back into his life, even when he swore he'd never find it. Hell, he swore he'd never find any of those listed off again, if he was being honest here. But... she somehow did it. She brought all of those into his life along with hope and faith. (Alice told him that very saying too upon their first encounter together - the moment she took his hand with her own, she felt hope. And she hadn't felt that in centuries. He never met the gal before, not having a single clue as to who she was. Here he was, sitting in a diner in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, trying to figure out where he planned to go afterwards, where his next stop would be within the states when an attractive woman walked up to him, letting a happy, relieved sigh fall from her lips. "It's about time." She announced, the grin growing across her face as she slid in the opposite side of the booth, guiding her hand out to take Jasper's hand within her much smaller one. She gave his fingers a squeeze and explained the situation, the happiness on her face only growing wider and brighter as she continued to talk. Jasper was confused, to say the very least; But her emotions overwhelmed him so much, in his gut and in his heart, he felt as if he could trust her, right then and there.

Even if they have only have met that day, she spoke about the future and to others, they would have laughed and called her crazy. But the way she spoke, so open, so generous, loving and kind, all these feelings directed towards him, he felt it, too - love. Love at first sight, if you will. And Jasper had ever only felt that once and it lasted briefly. But this time, as he continued to listen to her speak, a tiny grin found it's way across his lips. In-love, he was. As absurd, and as crazy as it may sound, he could feel it. They belonged together. And the gal - Alice - was exactly like him, too. Of course, she would be, having a power like that and all. Alice saw them in the future, had seen Jasper plenty of times in her mind but didn't know exactly when she'd be meeting him. She admitted today, however, she knew. Jasper even said he felt something today, too. He just didn't exactly know what it was. But he felt it. The emotions were difficult to ignore. He laughed and leaned close, whispering to Alice he assumed these feelings he felt within him were nothing but hunger. "You won't have to worry about that, either." She told him. "I know a way of keeping not only you safe but me, as well. To keep your hunger satisfied without harming or needing to hunt humans." Alice continued. Jasper cocks his head to the side, confusion written across his facial features, as he wondered what she meant by this. Instead of asking, as he figured he'd understand more of the situation later, he chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze which she happily returned. "Well, now you have me and I promise you, I won't ever let a pretty gal like you go, either." He said, making the smile on her face somewhat bigger than what it was before. "I wouldn't let you lose me, anyways." She responded. "Besides, I see the future here, don't I? None of that will be happening. You're stuck with me, Jasper." Jasper laughed gently, "I'm more than perfectly fine w'tha, darlin'." He commented, his accent drawing out as he spoke.) (Love - Jasper never wanted to look for it. Never sat down and thought about having a significant other. He assumed he'd be alone, forever. And as dull and as depressing as that may be, he was content with it. Who could love someone as broken and as damaged as he? His past was fucked up. Surely, his future was going to remain the exact same, too. So, to Jasper, he figured it'd be best to be alone. He didn't want to put his baggage onto another person for them to carry and haul out. He'd do it himself, without a doubt or without a care in the world; he'd drag his own baggage behind him.

Not once, did he ever think or want to allow people to see what secrets he held within the case, within himself. But, life is amusing and love has a funny way of revealing itself. Though, so secretive and mysterious, hardly ever speaking a word to strangers, let alone any other vampires, a girl who saw the future and saw him in it, already knew all the secrets he kept hidden away from the world.

Alice knew what Jasper's past was like. And she still accepted him. Still loved him. "If you're broken, you don't have to stay broken." She said, that same very night. "I won't let you be, neither. We'll fix each other's broken, shattered pieces, we'll place them right back together. Fit the two of them together like puzzle pieces. 'Cause, I believe that's what you are to me. You are the piece of the puzzle I've been searching to find. Been waiting centuries to come across. And now that I finally found you, I have hope and faith once more - that everything is okay. And I hope that you believe me, too, when I say these words but; I love you, Jasper.. and again," she joked, a goofy grin playing out on her cheeks, "I see the future and therefore, I know you believe me, too. I also know you love me as well."

And Jasper said nothing. He only chuckled deeply and nodded. He met her then and there, not once meeting her elsewhere before but he loved her, too. And he didn't need to say those three words out loud because she already knew how much she meant to him.) (His future was brighter, better, because of Alice. And he couldn't thank her enough for showing him that life was better when you found that special someone by your side. He found both - happiness and hope - within not only her but the Cullen family. Alice along with a man named Carlisle, even helped Jasper with his hunger and taught him how to remain strong and fight his urges.

As Alice mentioned beforehand, back at the diner, she was going to help him. And she did. Not once did she ever break her promise to him.) However, that's when everything falls back onto him. When everything starts breaking. Decades. Centuries. Years and years together. It was bound to happen, eventually, right? Boredom. Falling out of love. Finding someone better to fulfill her needs and satisfy her. You get the idea. Jasper was afraid that Alice would announce she no longer loved Jasper, for whatever reason that may be, he didn't know. But he was going to find out today. *~* Even if he hadn't been watching Alice, it wouldn't and didn't matter because he could feel her emotions with as much as a second glance and a look in her direction, an overwhelming sensation would flood over him instantly. So, even if he wasn't watching her, he could feel everything she was attempting (but failing) to hide. The typical, loving and affectionate gaze she would always give him was no longer there. If it was, it lasted a millisecond before she'd drop her head, strands of hair falling in front of her face and a frown would replace the look. Of course, this was not only concerning but worrisome for Jasper. Had he done something wrong?

If so, what did he do? What could he do to fix it? He didn't want to sound like Edward before he met Bella — dull and depressing and nothing but those but it's exactly how he felt and he hated every aspect of that.

He and the rest of the Cullen’s made fun of Edward for being so gloom and grey but now, alas, here Jasper was, feeling that exact way.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Even Edward, the petty little shit he always was and will forever be, even made a joke about it. Luckily, he had Bella beside him so Jasper couldn't abuse Edward's emotions and make him feel what he was feeling because she could put up a shield and block it out, protecting Edward. "Just go and talk to her." Edward said once he saw the look on Jasper's face.

"Trust me, I'm the mind reader out of all of us here. I know what I'm talking about and I know what's going on. And no, before you ask, I will not give you the answer as to what exactly is going on. You just have to go and find out yourself." He said, tilting his head back as laughter left his lips.

Bella scoffed and gave a playful hit to her husband's shoulders before giving Jasper an apologetic smile. The two then had left, going to go and find their daughter, leaving Jasper all alone with his thoughts and worse of all - his feelings. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Jasper decides it's now or never. He creeps up the stairs, and the closer he gets to his and Alice's room, he hears her angelic laughter and can practically see her, smiling from ear to ear as the giggles erupted her and hung into the air. Jasper loved her laughter, loved seeing her smile even more.

He just hated the fact he wasn't the one who was the meaning behind it. If not him, who was? "Darlin'?" He walks in front of the bedroom door, giving a gentle tap across the frame of it. He rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet as he anxiously waited for an answer. The loud laughter he once heard died down quickly which makes him feel even more anxious.

Biting his lip, he shuffles and rocks his body back and forth as he still continued to wait until the door was to be answered, not wanting to walk in and upset Alice more by invading her privacy.

The laughter is replaced now, however, with faint giggles and muffled, hushed whispers. He hears some shuffling and the bed squeaking before finally, Alice is pulling the door open. She stands there, giving Jasper a sheepish, yet shy smile. "Hi, baby." She cooed, leaning up on her tippy toes as she plants a gentle yet adoring kiss on Jasper's cheek. This took him by surprise because not only did she call him 'baby' but she kissed him and it felt like she hadn't kissed him in years. So, this being said, it brought a smile to his lips.

Her upcoming sentence brought the sides of his lips upward even more, the grin growing and his nerves and anxiety, slowly, dying out. "You know, I've been expecting you. Wondered when you'd come up here." She said as her feet came back to touch the floor. Alice reaches over, taking Jasper's hand within her own and walks into their bedroom, closing the door behind them as Jasper walks in. There, on the bed, was another female. She glanced up and smiled shyly, the same way Alice did when Jasper knocked at the door and she saw him behind the frame of it.

"Jasper, you remember (Y/N), right?" She asked, dropping his hand as she makes way to the queen sized mattress and makes herself comfortable on the bed, next to (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). They've only met a few times and even then, it seemed so long ago, Jasper had to rethink of when and where they met at. The graduation party they held and then Bella and Edward's wedding.

Of course, he remembers now. Jasper and Alice both would even bump into her while taking a stroll into town every once in awhile and in high school, they shared a few classes together. ("You two enjoy walks in the rain too?" She had gushed, laughing as she held the umbrella above her head, trying her best to ignore and dodge the rain that fell from the sky above them. Alice and Jasper looked at each other and Alice giggled and nodded.

"Yes. It's our favorite thing to do. One of our favorite things to do... Would you like to walk with us?" She asked. (Y/N)'s face bled a crimson red and she shook her head before mumbling about how sadly, she couldn't, though she wishes she could. She had to go back to work. She was only walking to grab a quick bite to eat, one that wasn't at the place she worked at.

"Next time then." Alice said, the smile never dropping from her face. "Of course." (Y/N) replied before waving goodbye to the both of them and walking in the opposite direction.) Now, coming face to face with her, after a few years of not seeing her, he wouldn't deny the obvious fact; (Y/N) was as beautiful as Alice. Alice, though, she wasn't the jealous type, he'd never admit that or say it. Jasper preferred to keep that thought to himself. (Y/N) was human. Jasper remembered. His smile was quick to fall down into a frown as he looked at Alice, wondering why she brought a human into their home.

She, so easily, could expose our secret too! He thought, the frown only increasing and getting deeper as he furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to come up with an answer as to why she could be here. And right as that thought popped into his head, Alice gave a nervous giggle and shook her head from side to side. "I'm no mind reader like Edward is but I know what you're thinking, Jas. Come, sit down with us. We've got to talk." And as confused as he may be, - especially with what she just said in front of a human, no less - Jasper obliges and sits in the middle of them both, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. "What's going on?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest as a mixture of emotions paint itself across his face. Alice, taking a long and deep breath, begins to speak. "Jasper," She began, "It's obvious I haven't been myself lately. I know you've been noticing it. Everybody has, I'm sure." "Yes," He replied, chuckling lowly as he chewed on his bottom lip, still not piecing two and two together. "I'm very aware of that, doll." "Well, I don't know how else to tell you this but that reason is because of (Y/N)." Once the sentence leaves her, Alice reached over and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, squeezing it tightly. Jasper blinked. Once, twice. He didn't understand. Alice and (Y/N) both looked at each other once they took notice of his expression and they erupted into a storm of giggles.

Almost as soon as it started, however, they stopped and their expressions were quick to change. They went from laughing to a deadpanned glare, both girls wearing masks of seriousness. "I've been having visions. Of this exquisite, gorgeous and oh, so wonderful girl. And, well, Jasper, some of us don't just have one love but we have two. Maybe even more... but in this situation, in this scenario, it's you two." She explained. Jasper went from watching his girlfriend to giving a quick glance to (Y/N)'s direction.

She sat there, silent, but her cheeks spoke another story. One of which, Jasper easily could read and make out. Her cheeks, like the day they bumped into each other in town, were as red as a rose and she was biting her lower lip as she fumbled with her hands, twisting and twiddling with them as Alice continued to speak. "I know you feel the same way about her as well. Don't even try to lie or deny it. I've been seeing the visuals everywhere, they play out like scenes in a movie. The feelings for her are the same you have for me. You gained them at the party we had a few months back, the same way I did." And Jasper sat there, feeling dumbfounded but more importantly, he felt foolish too. Of course, he couldn't get away with his thoughts or actions. Alice could see everything. Even before it happened. "That's why I've been distancing myself." Alice continued. "I didn't mean to, my love. It has nothing to do with you, either. You're as perfect as you were when I first met you. So, do not fret and think you have done something wrong because you haven't. However, I had to have you come to me before I could tell you what was going on and why I was acting the way I was. Or... well, come to us, I should say... So, we could show you how this all would work. Us, three, together." Alice's tongue darted out of her mouth as she wets her lips, a look of seduction rising behind her eyes. "Besides, isn't it every man's fantasy to have two, beautiful women beside him?" "Or, perhaps underneath him?" And that was the first thing (Y/N) had said during this entire conversation. Jasper would be a liar if he said both women's words didn't go straight to his cock, causing it to twitch against the zipper of the pants he wore. "Come on, Jasper. Admit it. Don't lie to yourself. You've been wanting her for some time, yes? Wanting - no, craving for this for awhile. Now, is your chance. Today and every day, you can have us." Alice purred. She leaned upward, standing up on the tips of her toes as she had done earlier and her tongue comes within contact of Jasper's neck, setting soft but wet and seductive kisses over the smooth, cold surface. Jasper grunts in reply, eyes fluttering shut as he gives a weak, timid nod. "Hm," He mumbles. "Today and everyday?" He asked, a smirk finding its way on his lips. "I can live with that, darlin'." "Heyyy." (Y/N) mewled, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout. "If she's darlin', what's going to be my pet name?" She asks, the pout only growing bigger yet both Alice and Jasper knew she wasn't truly upset by it. "Considering you just mewled like a kitten, that's what you will be. Now, kitten, why don't you and darlin' both come here and show me a good time, hm? After all, I have been wanting this for some time." Alice tssked, slapping Jasper's chest playfully as he - finally - admitted those words. (Y/N) said nothing but watched the two with love and fond written across her face. How did she get so lucky to be involved in this relationship? She'd never know. Maybe, some things are better unanswered, (Y/N) thought. She's quick to snap out of her thoughts and standing to her feet, her eyes never leave her now boyfriend and girlfriend's gazes. (Y/N) strips down to nothing but a matching pair of panties and bra. She watches how Alice and Jasper lazily yet hungrily kiss one another. Jasper's hands were on Alice's waist while Alice's hands were tangled in between his golden curls, tugging it every now and then as the session grew hotter and as the two grew more sexually frustrated with each other.

(Y/N) didn't know what to do, truth be told, she didn't think this would have ever happened. Luckily for her, Alice pulled away and shot her a lovingly glance before their own make out session could get any hotter (and before (Y/N) could get wetter, untouched).

"C'mere, beautiful. You're part of this, too, silly." She giggled as she taps Jasper's shoulder, telling him to get off of her with a movement of her finger. Jasper chuckled lowly as he rolls over, undoing the belt of his jeans and zips them down as he shimmies out of both that and his shirt. "Who would you like to pleasure and please first, lovely?" Alice asked once (Y/N) sat down on the bed. Her face was still the same exact shade of red, it never seemed to vanish or go elsewhere. It seemed to be permanently there, only growing deeper and darker by the second. Both Alice and Jasper loved it. Loved having this kind of power and effect on her. It was a turn on to both vampires. "Personally, I think you should pleasure Jasper first." Alice turns to face Jasper who lay beside her wearing his birthday suit, stroking his cock, eyes fluttered shut as complete bliss and satisfaction takes over. "For me, however, I am enjoying myself. I would very much rather see you two, touching." He said, opening his eyes as he glanced over at Alice and (Y/N). "I'm happy with that." Alice giggled as she's quick to lay upon the mountain of pillows behind her, stripping her shirt over her head and allowing it to fall down the floor. Oh, she's so filthy.... such an eager slut. She truly has been wanting this for some time. God only knows how long... He says this - well, thinks it, anyhow - because the woman didn't wear a bra underneath her shirt and the moment she slides out of her skirt, Jasper notices she wasn't wearing panties either. "Touch me, please, (Y/N)." Alice moaned. She lay back against the cushions as she spread her legs out in a starfish position, her hand resting at Jasper's thigh, fingers sneaking up and curling at his genitals, softly brushing her fingertips across his groin. Her pussy was slick with juices, (Y/N) and Jasper noticed. She was already so drenched, as was (Y/N). Jasper's cock twitched, knowing both women were as hot and as bothered as he. "Go on, kitten. Don't be scared. I give you permission. We both do. From this moment on, you can touch us and hold us and whatever you please-" "Cause you're ours, as we are yours." Alice finished, shooting Jasper a smile before returning said smile to (Y/N). (Y/N) chewed on her bottom lip, fluttering her lashes and lids shut, she bends forward and presses her mouth on Alice's core, earning a quiet, low whine proceeding to fall from Alice's lips above. "Oh, (Y/N).... please." Alice whimpers, bucking her hips against (Y/N)'s touch. (Y/N) craved nothing more than to please both Alice and Jasper. As of this moment, however, her main focus was pleasuring Alice. All the girl wanted to do was get Alice to cum, no matter which way it was. (Y/N) could use her fingers, her tongue or Hell, even both, she (nor Alice) didn't care as long as the short haired gal came with a cry of her name and soaked her fingers as she reached her orgasm. That is all (Y/N) wanted. She wanted to be good - be a good girl, for both significant others. Realizing both vampires were hers to love, to hold and to cherish, really just everything in between, it sent a chill throughout her entire body and caused her cunt to tingle at the realization. The air in the room was bitter and both Alice and Jasper were cold, too. So, really, that could play a huge part together as well. But (Y/N) knew her cunt was throbbing because of knowing they were hers, as she was theirs. Not because of their icy touches or the harsh, bitter air but because of them. They, all three of them, were together and happy. And just like when Alice found Jasper and him, finding her, (Y/N) really didn't know what happiness was until she met these two. "(Y/N), babygirl, please..." Alice's frustrated voice brings the girl back into reality, allowing her to leave her thoughts. She giggled, sending little waves of vibrations to shake against Alice's clit. She pulled back, much to Alice's disappointment. "Sorry, I got lost in my head. 'M just happy is all. Can't believe this is happening." She admitted. But before Alice or Jasper could answer, (Y/N) is bending back forward, letting her head fall down and her lips capturing Alice's clit once more. She gave Alice a few kitten licks, gentle, soft and sweet ones before slipping her tongue in between Alice's folds, licking away as if this was her last thing she was to do on Earth. And really - if they were to die in their sleep or some random meteor hit, (Y/N) would much prefer dying while she's buried between Alice's legs and her mouth would be full of Alice's pussy, her mouth full of her juices as Alice rode her high out on her face. It sounds like a perfect way to go, if she were being honest. Well, that was one option. The other idea and preference was with Alice riding her face, shifting her weight back and forth, grinding her pussy against (Y/N)'s tongue and lips while (Y/N) laid back against the bed, her legs spread in a "V" shape as Jasper slid his cock back and forth, deep inside her pussy, hitting her spot over and over again. All three of them, moaning in perfect harmony. Alice would cum over and over again, nearly drowning (Y/N)'s face (which, (Y/N) wouldn't be upset at) with her juices as Jasper shot his load deep within her walls, filling her up with his cum. That was also a fantastic way to die. Alice, above, giggled and squirmed as (Y/N) ate her out. "Don't worry." She murmured, hand coming down to intertwine with (Y/N)'s hair as she pulled her girlfriend closer to her womanhood. "You'll have a piece of Jasper, right here, right now. Isn't that right, baby? You want to be a dear and go up behind (Y/N) as she's eating me out and fuck her tight, little, pink pussy? I can tell she needs it. Can feel her, leaving a puddle by my feet. Think - ah, fuck... (Y/N) - think she needs it. I wanna see it, too. Want to see you, fucking her as her face is full of my cunt." Jasper groaned as he fisted his cock, listening to his girlfriend speak while watching his other girl, eating his other lover out. He could have came right then and there. He was quick to get up and walk up behind (Y/N). (Y/N) was, in fact, soaked. Which was a given. It was obvious, even someone without vision could see that just by the high pitched, muffled noises she was making in the back of her throat. You could tell the poor thing needed a cock stuffed deep inside her hole, stretching her out and all. "Jasper, please, just... fuck me already!" She cried. "More than happy to." He replied. Being the fact she was so wet and aroused, the head of his cock pushed inside her, slipping in easily and comfortably. Even though, Jasper isn't (Y/N)'s first, the girl still needed to adjust to his size and the stretch that was his large and thick cock. Out of all the men she has been with (which wasn't a lot, neither. Only four or five.) Jasper was the widest and fullest. Jasper pauses, letting her adjust for a moment or two and it’s only when he hears a faint, "Go ahead, move... You can move," does Jasper push deeper, his cock sliding deeper within her walls, her juices already sticking to his cock as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth against the human. go ahead from you that he pushes deeper. You do open remarkably well for him, and although he takes his time, he’s awed by the fact that it isn’t unbearably long for either of you. You wonder if maybe it’s the fact that it’s him and you’ve done this before that makes it less stressful for you and lets you relax enough and so relatively quickly, too. While Jasper is behind, (Y/N) is stuffing her face full of Alice's pussy, and not a second later, the human girl buries her index and forefinger into her awaiting cunt. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, yes. Oh." Alice chanted, her voice growing higher and higher as her hands curled at the comforter, nails digging into the fabric. "Oh, (Y/N), fuck me just like that! Fuck me, (Y/N)! Fuck me with your fingers, oh, yes. Oh, yesyesyesyes!!!" Alice squeals in delight, eyes closed as she gets closer to her orgasm. "Look at that," Jasper purred, his accent thick as he spoke. He only got like that when he, himself, was close to an orgasm.

"My girls. My two beautiful girls. You both going to cum? You want to cum for each other and for me, don't you? Go on then. Be my good girls and cum. I'll cum with you." And just like that, both (Y/N) and Alice moaned loudly, Alice shouting her girlfriend and boyfriend's name in a pattern-like style as Jasper growled, fucking into (Y/N) so roughly the frame of the bed smacked against the wall so harshly, all three knew it was going to leave a dent in the walls. But they couldn't care less. They were enjoying themselves way too much. (Y/N)'s moans were muffled, as she was being drowned by Alice's cum and like the good girl she, oh so badly, wanted to be - she happily swallowed every last drop that Alice squirted at her. (Y/N wanted to make her cum, sure, but didn't even think about the possibility she could make her squirt.)

"Oh, fuck~ I'm cumming. Oh, fuck....!" And right as she was done, licking up every drop of Alice's pussy juices, her own pussy is being filled up by Jasper. This causes (Y/N) to moan again, an ear piercing scream more than a moan, actually. Which, truth be told, she was embarrassed by it - knowing other people were in the house but she tried not to think about it. All she could actually focus on was Alice and Jasper. That, and her coming down from her peak. Slowly, with a hiss leaving his lips, Jasper pulls out and plops down onto the bed, next to both of his lovely women. "That was fun." Alice said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Jasper's cheek. "So, you aren't mad at me?" She asked, pulling back as she reached over to pull (Y/N) into her arms.

"Not at all, darlin'. I love you. You know that. Nothing in the world could ever replace or erase my feelings towards you, Alice. It was... unexpected, sure, but I'm happy." Jasper looked over at Alice and (Y/N). "I'm happy with the both of you. And, (Y/N)? I love you, too. I promise, I didn't forget about ya." He said with a low laugh. He kisses Alice first before bending forward and kissing (Y/N) sweetly. "I only have one question left... how does she know about us? About what we are?" "It's kind of obvious." (Y/N) replied, looking up from playing with Alice's fingers and shot Jasper a sheepish smile. "Like Bella did beforehand, I put everything together and it made a lot of sense the more and more I looked at it. That and Emmett told me. Well, I take that back... he didn't exactly tell me but I knew something was odd when I saw you lot at the cafeteria and saw him, carrying a random plastic baggie of eggs. It isn't the most human thing in the world to eat like that.

Especially with them, being spoiled and rotten, which they were, by the way. You all tried to be secretive and hide who you were but.. you didn't do it exactly well. And again, I did what Bella did. I straight up asked her too if you guys were what I thought you were. And having known Bella since we were kids, I could tell when she was telling the truth and when she was lying." (Y/N) took a deep breath before continuing. "Plus, I knew things were, uh... supernatural, I guess is the right word here.... anyways, it was when Bella drastically changed. Not only in personality but in everything else. So, I just... kind of figured it out and placed everything together. And like I said, Emmett and Bella practically told me." "Edward truly married a girl who made an oath to keep us and what we are a secret yet easily announced what we are to an old and dear friend... No offense, (Y/N)." "None taken." "I still say I should've snapped her neck at her birthday party then." "Jasper!" "Wait, you tried to do what?" "Anyways, all that matters is we have each other and there isn't any secrets between us." He said, quick to change the subject. "I love you, gals." Speechless and flabbergasted, (Y/N) says she loved him too, Alice following along. Sure, they were vampires and they could easily kill her at any given moment but (Y/N) trusted them. Not only them but the Cullen's as well. (Although, Jasper and Alice, of course, were her favorites out of the bunch.) (Y/N) was now happily part of the Cullen's and was dating the two most wonderful people in the world and she couldn't want it any other way. (Of course... she did want to be like them. But that's a conversation for another day.) (Little did (Y/N) know, however, Alice already had seen the both of them - her and Jasper - taking turns and turning her into one of them. For obvious reasons, she never brought this up, though. Alice was just happy to know in the end, they'd all be together, forever.)

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hate to love you | dabi x reader

18+, minors dni please!

wordcount: 2.4k

tags: smut, rough(ish) sex, fingering, slight choking, Dabi’s lowkey manipulative

synopsis: did your traitorous heart make the stupid decision to fall in love with him again, or had you always been his to keep?

“You seriously can’t keep coming here whenever you feel like it, Dabi,” you whisper while scrubbing at your weary eyelids, “If someone sees you, you’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble.”

A true statement and yet it takes no further prodding or convincing at all for you to crack open your window at three in the morning, and allow your ex to clamber through the fire escape. There are sirens blaring in the distance; the high-pitched wailing of fire trucks are a familiar sound, especially in this part of the city. You’ve told yourself that intrusions like these are exactly what you deserve for not cutting him off like the cancerous leech that he is.

Willpower alone can’t keep you from wrinkling your nose, considering how his clothes smell of ash under a faint layer of nicotine. It tells a far better story of his recent crime than anything he could ever say out of his mouth. These days you don’t bother asking. There isn't much of a point in doing so when all you are sure to receive is another sugar-coated lie.

“Don’t be like that, doll face,” he smirks. “I’ve gotta lot more tact than you’re giving me credit for. ”

Terrible, you think. And shameless too. Yes, Dabi is undoubtedly these things, but for all of his depravity and lack of care, you still can’t find it in yourself to turn him away.

He cracks a little smile at you, like he’s read your very thoughts. “What? You don’t trust me anymore?”

You don’t respond, and simply climb back into bed, pointedly ignoring the dark stain of blood on his coat. He may have your heart, but your trust is something you vow to never let him have again. With classes resuming for the semester, you are far too preoccupied with internships and scholarship applications to entertain an ex-boyfriend slash wanted criminal, especially one recently associated with The League of Villains.

It had been different back when he was just some nameless petty criminal, but these days his face was plastered all over the news. That wasn’t the kind of person you ever foresaw yourself getting involved with and yet here you are.

You hear the rustling of clothes and figure he’s probably going to steal one of your oversized hoodies again, all the while leaving his bunched up coat in the laundry bin for you to take care of later. It would give him all the more reason to return to your apartment under false pretenses.

Over the past few months you’ve learned to anticipate his tricks, it’s the only way you can keep yourself from living the rest of your days behind bars. Aiding and abetting is what this is… if you were to ever be caught, you’d have to say he forced you. That you had no choice. That you feared for your life.

“You seriously mad at me or what?” He drawls. The thud of his heavy boots echo through the room, but a quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he’s merely taken them off. Dabi pins you with a stare, brows quirked like he’s genuinely confused, if not mildly annoyed, but that doesn’t shake you. You only freeze when you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his knee.

The warmth of his breath ghosts your cheek as he says, “Scoot over.”

Is he serious right now? Why should you let him back into your bed after all he’s put you through?

“No.” you turn away, “Just take whatever it is you need and leave.”

There is silence for a few seconds but you know he hasn’t moved yet, not even an inch.

“C’mon, angel,” he pokes your side playfully, gazing unwaveringly at you from under his hooded eyelids. “I’ll be out of your hair before you even wake up.”

Chewing your lip, you heave out a sigh, and shift forward to make enough room for him to join you. No matter what you’ve said in the past, he’s always been the one in control. You feel like such an idiot, merely posturing while Dabi holds the reins.

He slides in behind you, pressing his body against yours; his arms looping around your waist in a way that is so familiar a pleasant hum nearly falls from your lips. You realize belatedly that he’s shirtless and the fabric of your tank top is far too thin to block the feel of hard sinew and muscle pressed so nicely against your back. Your shaky resolve crumbles to ruin in the presence of his blue flames.

Dabi continues to chat you up, regardless of your lack of response. You’re surprised. He isn’t usually so talkative, but apparently outmaneuvering the cops and getting away scot-free has a way of raising one's spirits.

Your body is slotted against his like a puzzle piece, like you are made for one another. Mid conversation his warm hands palm the fleshy skin of your stomach, giving you a soft caress. So caught up in the feel of it, you almost miss his next words.

“—missed you.”

Your thoughts stutter. For the briefest of moments, you think the words have come from you, but they surely haven’t.

Dabi presses a light kiss to your neck, as if to show that he means it—that in the month spent apart, he had missed you more than anything. And you can't help but shiver; you blame the staples on his chin that are cold in contrast to the heat from his mouth.

His kisses become firmer, and more intentional as he lures you into a feeling of contentment. Your body remembers him oh so well—and it wants what it clearly shouldn’t have.

“We aren’t together anymore, Dabi,” you rasp, “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And why not, a tiny voice chimes in the back of your head.

There are several, logically sound, and pragmatic reasons as to why you shouldn’t let Dabi fuck you into next week. It’s a shame, really, you’re far too tired, far too bewitched by this man to really sum up the effort to name them. Not even for your own sake.

“Just a quickie,” he mutters, lips brushing the shell of your ear. One of Dabi’s hands dip between your thighs and he knows he’s won when you part them without thought.

He squeezes the fat of your thigh like he’s done so many times in the past, fingers digging deliciously into your skin. “Mine.”

His fingers encourage you to loosen up a little, as he grinds his clothed dick against your ass.

The trail of kisses start from your shoulder and lead up to your jaw. All the while, Dabi keeps his other arm around your waist to hold you close. He sinks blunt teeth into the crook of your neck, licking languidly at the crescent shape left behind. He continues to nip and suck on the skin there until your heady moans leave you breathless and whiny. But none of it is enough to get your attention off the way he prods you with his index and middle finger through your shorts.

“You sound so sexy, baby.” he chuckles, “You gonna make more of those pretty sounds for me, hm?”

You don’t have an answer, simply put, you can’t think of anything else right now, other than the hand slipping past your panties, rubbing slow circles against the hood of your clit.

“Da-Dabi, please... more,”

At the sound of your wanton voice, Dabi sinks two fingers into you, thrusting his long digits, and coaxing you until you’ve soaked them with your juices. In response, you grind down against his hand, thighs clenching. He hits you with a series of slow pumps each time his wrists twist. You reach forward and grip his hand, wanting nothing more but for him to curl his fingers and hit the sweet spot.

“I know, babe, I know.” He murmurs, kissing your neck, but instead of continuing, Dabi pulls out you. He shifts until he’s quite literally looming over your form.

Though the room is mostly dark, the street lamp outside your window casts a slant beam of orange light into the bedroom. It’s more than enough for you to see Dabi’s grin, and the way his lips pull back to reveal a row of perfect teeth.

He’s handsome, even with the scars, and damaged skin. You could even argue that Dabi is increasingly more handsome because of them.

“You’re lookin’ at me pretty funny,” he says while straddling your hips. “Got something to say?”

You’ve been more silent than usual during this entire exchange, barely saying more than a few whispered pleas for more, but the heat in your belly grows. Heart pounding and tongue dry, you somehow manage to maintain eye contact.

Dabi was your first. The first person to make you feel wanted and alive. The first to bring you to the precipice of mind-boggling pleasure until you were quite literally seeing stars. It’s true that he was an asshole, and it’s true that this new route he’s taken scares you more than anything. But when you look at him, your heart insists that this is still the same man you had fallen for.

“Handsome.” You mumble, averting your eyes. “I was just thinking… about how handsome you are.”

At that admission, you take his fingers, the same he’d just fingered you with, into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, sucking lightly. Dabi shudders. His blue eyes seem to glow with want and... something else that you can’t describe, but it’s tender and unguarded.

Dabi pulls his fingers from your mouth, replacing them his own. His lips shift against yours, tongue prodding until you open up. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him flush against your chest, dragging him into your orbit. You aren’t certain when he had become the very moon on its axis, keeping the tides and seasons of your earth in perfect rhythm, but you do know that the emptiness you feel without him isn’t normal.

Fumbling hands follow the shirking of jeans. At some point your thin little top is pulled off and tossed into a corner. And soon enough, he’s pressing himself into you. The tip of his cock is just barely past your folds before you’re taking him in.

“Fuck!” Dabi braces a hand on your pillow. The other rests on your throat with a slight pressure, enough to make your walls clench around him.

It’s been a while for your ex; you can tell by the way he keeps his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. It shouldn’t surprise you, but it does anyway, because you’d thought he would have moved on to someone else by now.

Dabi’s brows are pinched, and he’s being rougher than usual, still you get the sense that he’s savoring this. Like it’s his last meal. Like he may not ever get a chance like this again. It’s ridiculous for you to lament the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dabi, especially considering all the shit he’s caught up in now.

But, unfortunately, your heart operates on a separate plane from the rest of you.

It wants what it wants.

His hips snap forward, knocking into yours in a rapid pace that has tension knotting in your gut. You wrap your legs around his hips, high off the feeling of him so deep in you. The drag of his cock in your pussy has your toes curling. The pleasure is so much you can barely think. His groans and your choked back whimpers fill the room. You even attempt to bite into the back of your hand, just to keep them at bay, but Dabi isn’t having any of that.

“Don’t you dare hold back. I wanna hear you tell me how good I make you feel.”

The look in his eyes is so fervent and heated and feral, it sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core. Your thighs are coated in your own slick enough for him to slip in and out with ease. He smirks, licking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, eager to get you off. Your hips jerk in response to the way he’s rubbing and fucking you all at once.

“Dabi,” you cry out. “Yes!”

Sweat licks at your brow causing the little fine hairs around your hairline to stick to your skin.

Dabi presses his face right into your neck, and with each throaty groan that escapes his lips, you feel your gut twist with yearning. You reach up and grip his hair, causing him to groan even louder as he fucks you into oblivion.

“You feel so fucking good, angel, goddamn you’re gripping me so damn tight, fuck—” his babbling continues and you know he’s getting close. Dabi knows it too, so he slows down enough for him to reach around his back and grasp your ankles from around his waist. “You want me to fuck you harder? Hm?”

“Please—I want you so bad.” You’re almost there, you just need a little bit more. Hearing you say those words makes Dabi chuckle.

He parts your thighs as far they can go, pinning them to the mattress. You hadn't thought it possible, but in this new position he sheathes himself even deeper than before, so much so, that your pussy milks him for all he has, walls spasming uncontrollably around his cock. The cry that falls from your mouth is smothered by a pair of lips.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and soon Dabi’s hips are stuttering against your own. He pulls out quickly, cumming all over your stomach, with a growl and a stroke of his hand.

For a moment the room is silent, save for your harsh breathing. Dabi collapses at your side, all fucked out and sweaty. His eyes never leave yours, even as he battles with fatigue.

As for you, the ache between your legs is a pleasant one you don’t bother complaining about as you clean yourself in the bathroom.

Upon return, you find that Dabi is sitting up in bed with a contemplative look on his face. You don’t ask what he’s thinking, instead you pull him into your arms and allow his head to rest against your chest.

If this is your last official night together, you’d rather spend it in his arms than alone.

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