#and a long ass time until we get to the part i’m currently working on

[juniperskye]

Why are you in my head? Pt. 3

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you are soulmates. The legend of soulmates is that you start to hear one another’s thoughts around age 16 – not all the time, but when you’re feeling a strong emotion. It simply flows out of you and into the other, the legend also states that the closer you are, the more you can hear them. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** I did also use some of the dialogue

Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts. (mind you, they are essentially hearing both sets of thoughts)

Eddie Munson x Fem Sunshine! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Fluff/Angst - Part 1 Part 2 Part 4** Part 5

Word count: 2583

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, explicit language, no use of y/n, fem reader, mentions of drugs/sale of drugs/drug use, arguing, mentions of Eddie’s drug addict parents, mention of post-partum depression, mention of child endangerment, mention of child death, mention of murder, mention of suicide, mention of foster care, let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story

I miss you so fucking much. How could you think so little of me. I’m sorry. You just don’t understand what it’s like. You don’t even know me. We’re soulmates, of course I know you. Our thoughts weren’t shared until we were both teenagers, you know nothing about how I was brought up. Can I see you? Please.

Thoughts between soulmates were shared more frequently when experiencing high levels of stress, primarily during long periods of separation after meeting, or fighting.

“Hey bug, Eddie’s on the phone for you.” Your dad knocked lightly on your door.

“Tell him I don’t want to talk to him!” You hollered up to your dad.

Since your fight with Eddie, one week ago, your parents had noticed your very apparent, sour mood. You really had no choice but to tell them that you had in fact met your soulmate and had been hanging out with him non-stop. Your mom had been thrilled for you; she had wanted to know everything about Eddie. Your dad on the other hand, he was furious. He clocked the tear tracks that ran down your cheeks the second you walked in the door, and he wanted Eddie’s address so he could kick his ass. You had assured him that it wouldn’t be necessary, that no matter how upset you were in the moment, in your heart you knew the two of you would be able to work things out.

“Sweetie, maybe you should take his call.” Your mom suggested.

“Maybe you should butt out!” You shouted back.

You were immediately filled with regret. Quickly making your way up the stairs you threw open your door to come face to face with your parents.

“Mom, I am so sorry.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, her hand gently brushing at the hair on the back of your head. She always did this when you hugged, and it always brought a warm comfort throughout your body.

“It’s okay. I know that you are upset. Maybe you should try talking to him sweetie, it might make you feel better.” She suggested once more.

“Okay, I guess you’re probably right.” You nodded.

“Well, that’s good because he is on his way right now.” Your dad informed you.

“What? Dad! A little warning would be nice! He doesn’t live that far, and I have to get ready!” You started scrambling down the stairs into your room to get ready.

Your parents chuckled, remembering what it was like to be that young and new in love.

A knock at the door had you sprinting up the stairs and practically shoving your dad out of the way so you could get there first. You weren’t quite ready to have Eddie meet your parents, especially since you aren’t currently on the best of terms.

You opened the door with just enough room to slide out of the house. You took note of Eddie’s disheveled appearance, he had bags under his eyes, his hair looked especially frizzy, and his skin didn’t have its usual glow.

“Hey.” He said sheepishly.

“Hi.” You replied.

“Did you uh, did you want to go sit in the van and talk?” Eddie said gesturing to where it was parked at the end of your driveway.

You nodded and the two of you made your way to the vehicle. He wanted so badly to pull you into his arms and kiss all this pain away, but he knew that it wouldn’t be that simple, he had made some snap judgements and said some hurtful things to you. He knew he needed to apologize and that the two of you still had a lot to learn about one another.

“Baby, I am so sorry. I said some awful shit to you, and I shouldn’t have. I just, I am so used to having people judge me. For how I look, for where I live, who I live with, the people I hang out with, the music I listen to, the field of work I’m in. And I know that you weren’t judging me, that you were just looking out for me because you care, but baby I couldn’t help but let those past feelings eat me alive when you were talking to me.” Eddie explained.

“Eddie, I appreciate you apologizing. I’ve had time to think about things too and I can understand how my reaction could have come across as judgmental. Eddie, my dad is a cop, I have heard what happens to people when they’re caught with a little bit of weed in their possession, but if you were caught selling it, or something worse. Eddie I can’t lose you. Not when I have only just found you.” Tears were running down your face at this point.

Eddie scooted closer to you on the bench of the van, he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, gently brushing away your tears with his thumb. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. When you two broke apart, he leaned his forehead against your own, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I am so sorry baby. Please forgive me?”

“Eddie, before I can forgive you, I need to know that you don’t really think of me like that. I may come from a well-off family now, but there is a lot you don’t know about me and I just – I need to know that you don’t see me as some privileged brat.” You begged.

“Sweetheart, no! I don’t think of you that way. I am so sorry! I don’t even know why I said that. It’s like a defense mechanism. I know that there’s so much I don’t know about you, and I hope that you will trust me enough to tell me everything there is to know about you.” He rushed.

You were both startled by a knock on the window. Looking over at the passenger window, you were mortified to see your dad standing there, giving you and Eddie a small wave. He then gestured for you to roll the window down. You visibly cringed as you began cranking the window open, mouthing an embarrassed apology to Eddie.

“Dadddd…what do you want?” You whined.

“Your mother sent me out here to let you know that dinner is ready. She also wanted me to ask if your friend here would be joining us.” He explained.

Your eyes darted over to Eddie. You were trying to decipher his expression, was he as horrified as you were? Was he intrigued by the idea of meeting your parents.? Was he ready to flee and never return?

Would you want me to stay?

You couldn’t help but smile. His thought was timed perfectly, this soulmate thing definitely had its perks.

Of course I want you to stay! I just don’t want them to scare you off.

“If it’s alright with you sir, I’d like to stay for dinner.” Eddie looked at your dad, who replied with a curt nod.

“I can’t believe you’re a Metallica fan! I just finished learning Master of Puppets on my guitar!” Eddie gushed.

“That’s a tough song, I bet you had to practice for weeks!” Your dad indulged Eddie.

This is so embarrassing! Your dad is so cool!

Your mom laughed at the exchange between the two men and she and you cleared the table. She gave you a knowing look and nodded towards your room.

“Why don’t you two go watch a movie, your dad and I can clear the rest of this up.” She suggested.

“Only if you’re sure.” You asked, gaze shifting from your mom to your dad.

“Door stays open.” Your dad pointed towards you.

With that you grabbed Eddie’s hand and led him down to your room, being sure to leave your door open, per your dad’s request. As you descended the stairs, Eddie’s jaw made its way to the floor. He was amazed by your room, you had records hung on the walls and ceiling, one of your walls had an incredible photo collage, with photos of you, your friends and family throughout the years, and below that were stacks of books next to a small desk. He’d have to ask you about who all these people were. You also had a projector screen that you clearly used for movies.

“This is amazing! You read J.R.R. Tolkien and Stephen King? And these records, this is so cool, I would never want to leave if this was my room!” Eddie exclaimed.

God, like you could get any hotter.

“Yeah, my parents are pretty cool about letting me express my creative freedoms or whatever.” You shrugged.

You couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, Eddie had talked about how you got everything you’d ever wanted, and this made that seem true. If only he knew.

Things had continued on pretty well with you and Eddie over the next few months. You guys had grown closer, trusting one another with the heavier secrets of your lives. Eddie had told more in depth about his parents. His mom had gotten hooked on drugs thanks to his dad, who was quick to put hands on Eddie and his mom when he was under the influence – which seemed to be more often than not.

You had wanted to tell Eddie about your past too, but the timing just didn’t seem right. Every time you went to share, something came up, or you were trying to avoid it coming across as you are one-upping him and his trauma.

Things aren’t always what they seem.

Eddie had dinner at your house once a week, and you’d traded off whose house you’d go to after school each day. Nothing physical had transpired between the two of you other than a few heavy make out sessions. At each other’s houses you had fallen into a routine, at yours you would either watch a movie or read, at his you’d either watch a movie, listen to music, or help him with his campaigns.

Tonight happened to be dinner at your house, your parents had suggested ordering a pizza tonight and playing Monopoly. Eddie had enjoyed nights like this, your parents had been extremely welcoming of him. He had appreciated that they didn’t judge him, not once in all the time he has known them. They had been warm and kind and accepting.

Your dad had bonded with him about his taste in music and had shown an interest in Dungeons and Dragons. Your mom talked to him about his future and his dreams of being in a band, but the reality of him probably becoming a mechanic.  Your mom had told him that he should pursue music as long as he had something he could fall back on should it not work out. She told him that he could achieve his dreams as long as he worked hard at it.

These conversations, these dinners, these nights with your family had been amazing, they had also been painful for Eddie. He couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn’t get to have a childhood like this, that he had to get his ass beat by his dad while his mom was strung out on the couch. He hadn’t been removed from their custody until he was about 10 years old, that’s when child services pulled him from their care and moved him in with Wayne.

Wayne had grown fond of you immediately; he had seen how Eddie had changed immediately after meeting you. He had been happier, which meant the world to Wayne. All Wayne had ever wanted was for Eddie to have something good in his life and here you were. You and Wayne were buds and it filled Eddie with a sense of pride that his uncle approved of you.

Now if only things could stay simple like that forever.

Eddie and you had finished dinner and a game of Monopoly at your house. You were planning to go to Eddie’s after to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. After pulling up in front of the trailer, Eddie made his way to your side of the van and pulled you out of the car. You giggled as he kissed you and the two of you stumbled into the living room.

He made his way to the kitchen to grab drinks for you both and he began popping some popcorn.

“Sorry about my parents tonight. I know they can be super lame.” You huffed out a laugh.

“What do you mean? Your parents are great!” Eddie said.

“No, I know, but they act so goofy. It’s embarrassing.” You shook your head.

At least you have parents.

“Jesus Eddie.”

“What? I didn’t…oh shit. Babe I’m sorry. It’s just, you should be thankful that you have parents who care about you. Not all of us are that lucky.”

“I’m not that lucky Eddie! Fuck! How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me!” You sighed.

“Then tell me! Please, enlighten me as to how your two wonderful parents can be so bad!” Eddie egged you on.

“THEY'RE NOT MY PARENTS!” You shouted at him, then took a deep breath. “Eddie, they’re not my real parents.”

Eddie sat a looked at you, mouth agape, speechless. You could tell that he was waiting for you to continue, but you needed a moment to collect your thoughts. You had to explain everything, this conversation could change everything.

“My parents, Eddie, they did some horrible shit. Neither of them had any other family, my mom she uh, she had post-partum depression, she wasn’t doing well, for a long time after my little sister was born. I guess that had caused my dad to seek comfort elsewhere, I was only six when all this happened. But uh, my mom she uh she left my sister in the bath alone, my sister slid down into the water and drowned, she was only 8 weeks old. When my dad came home and found her, he was furious. Eddie he killed my mom, and then he killed himself. I ended up in foster care and bounced from home to home until I was twelve, until they took me in.”

“Sweetheart. I, I am so sorry. I don’t, I’m not sure what to say.” Eddie whispered. “But uh, you said. You had mentioned that your mom told you bedtime stories about how her and your dad met.”

“My mom now, she would tell me how her and my dad met, every night until I finally started sleeping.” You explained.

The nightmares made it impossible. I couldn’t stop seeing the blood.

Eddie crossed the room and pulled you into his arms. He couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid this whole time. You had been silently telling him that your life wasn’t all that perfect, that though now, it seemed good, it hadn’t always been. He needed you to know that he was here for you, no matter what.

I’ve got you. I will always have you baby.

A sob escaped your throat, ripping through the silence. Eddie held you; he laid you with him in his bed, his hand brushing through your hair gently, whispering sweet nothings to you.

I haven’t told anyone that story. Nobody, ever. Not even my parents. Your secret is safe with me. You are safe with me. I love you sweetheart. I love you Eds.

Tag List: @sashaphantomhive

[dearsnow]

TWO MONTHS

- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)

word count: 657

a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol

Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.

“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.

He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.

“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.

“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.

“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”

He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering. 

“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.

Taglist (misc): @skeletonfromthecloset

[chaotic-mystery]

Mr. Peña

Pairing: Boss!Javi Peña x assistant!f reader (technically the photo is not from season 3 but I fully see season 3 Javi and his stressed ass needing an assistant.)

Summary: you stop by your boss’ house to drop off intel and he’s persistent about how you got said intel.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI, this is an 18+ blog only. Power imbalance, boss/assistant dynamic, flirty work relationship hinted at, pwmp, oral (m receiving) gagging, choking, spit, sassy Javi calling you cute but not like that, dirty talk, talk of posing as a call girl, smoking, specifically Javi smoking while you suck his dick. No use of y/n! If I missed anything let me know!

Authors note: this is my submission to @iamasaddie and her Pinterest challenge with the moodboard she made for me! I love this idea and I’d love to do one soon. Thanks @pedgito for beta reading as always, here’s a cookie 🍪 wc: 1k

“Here’s what you missed today, Mr. Pena. We’re not sure where the other friend is at right now but a couple of guys are going through phone call recordings to see if they mentioned anything.” You say as you toss down the file to the current case you’d been going over all day to help Javier with. Just starting at the Embassy as an assistant wasn’t your goal but at least it got your foot in the door, to one day be a DEA agent.

Javi was standing on the other side of the small kitchen counter with a glass of scotch in his hand, tucked against his chest. He never made it back to the office after lunch time due to checking leads but he called just a little while ago to let you know you needed to swing by and drop everything new that you and some of the other DEA agents found while he was gone. Even though you were just an assistant, he made it very clear you’re his number two while he’s not in the office and to treat you with respect.

“So who found this one? He was someone we could never get a ping for the cellphone records.” Javi holds up the photo of the scumbag drug dealer and looks at you.

“Oh, that was me, Mr. Pena. I blocked caller ID and I pretended to be a um…a call girl?” It came out as more of a question but how were you supposed to confidently tell your boss that you got a drug dealer's goon on the phone while you posted as a phone sex worker.

“A call girl? Remind me what that is.” He squints at you and takes a sip of his drink as he waits

for you to clarify.

“It’s when you pose as a uh..sex worker.” You gulp awkwardly.

Javi chuckles. “What did you say to him to make him stay on long enough to get a ping?”

“I was just telling him the stuff I think you’d normally hear if you were on the phone to a call girl. Ya know..” You look away from him and your face grows warm.

The ice in Javi’s cup clink around as he sets it down on the counter to his side.

“Like what?” He persists and you finally give in, hoping he’d drop it.

“Just about how needy I was and I was looking for some fun, stuff about how I’m sure his dick is big…how he’d make me scream until the sun came up…” The lump in your throat becomes more apparent and Javi breathlessly chuckles, hand coming to his hip while he smooths his mustache. A small part of you didn’t mind talking like this to Javi, he would tend to stare at your ass when you’d walk away from his desk, or something so small as giving your hand a squeeze if he’d have to slip past behind you.

“I knew you’d figure something out, you’re so smart. You must’ve had him going good, but where did you learn to talk like that? Never pegged you for a dirty girl like that. What else did you say to him?” Javi picks up the file one more time as he leans on the island, mindlessly flipping through sheets and sheets of intel. With the dim lighting you notice his face was a slight shade of red, probably thinking about what you just said.

“Think I could suck your cock so good your head would spin?” The confidence in your tone makes you stand a little taller as Javi’s eyes keep going over papers, a small smirk on his lips.

“What’d he say to that?”

“I don’t know, I’m asking you…sir.”

The folder lowers and Javi’s eyes meet yours, the room falling silent but your heart beating in your ears.

Javi gets close to your face and he cocks his head to the side.

“You think you could handle me? That’s cute.”

Reaching out to grab his belt buckle, you give it a tug to show him you mean what you say.

“There’s only one way to find out, Mr. Pena.” You innocently say as you lower yourself to your knees. Javi sighs deeply as he grabs his pack of cigarettes off the counter and lights one, putting it between his lips while you tug down his pants.

You waste no time getting his cock into your mouth and Javi groans loudly at the feeling of your tongue swirling over the head.

He takes a puff of his cigarette and pulls it from his mouth, looking down at you. “How long have you been wanting to suck your boss off, hm? Look at that cock in your mouth, fuuuuck.”

You don’t answer with words but you shove his cock deeper down your throat and hold it there as long as you can before you gag and release, pulling back slowly.

Javi moans as he runs his hand against your head, jaw clenching at how good it feels before he puts the cigarette back in his mouth.

You jerk him off as saliva spills down the corners of your mouth and your mascara starts to run.

“Every time you’re on the phone in your office yelling at someone I can’t help but get excited. I love when you’re aggressive, Mr. Pena. So fuckin’ sexy.” You whine and slap the tip on your tongue before taking all of him in your mouth once more. The way your dirty words flow from your mouth catches him off guard, causing him to toss his head back in pleasure. More curse words with your name wrapped in the mix come out from him in moans and you grab his hip to hold him steady as you bob your head back and forth.

Javi leaves the cigarette between his pink lips while he steps out of his skin tight jeans and ditches the half buttoned shirt. “Get up, because I’m not done with you yet.”

He spins you around and puts your arms behind you, guiding you in the direction of his bedroom.

“Walk.”

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt9

Gimme Shelter

(Summary): After things have seem to be in going in your favor the Natlan army invades Snezhnaya

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

✧ Masterlist ✧

(Characters): Traveler!Lumine, Abyss Prince!Aether, Childe, Arlecchino, Al Haitham, Ganyu, Sara, Ningguang, and Ayato

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, foul language, dialogue heavy, (lmk if I missed anything)

(Word Count): 1.4k

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait, depression has been kicking my ass and I’ve been working on a personal project, but anyways I hope you all enjoy

‘…’ - thinking

Rapid footsteps echo throughout the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace, steps that get heavier and heavier the closer they get and breathes getting more intense show that the person is a second away from collapsing but the adrenaline and sheer determination keeps them going. Forgoing all and every customs that has been drilled in them during training they slam open the door, the same door that lead to the meeting hall where the current Harbingers are congregating

“What is the meaning of this!” Arlecchino shouted, no words came out of the low ranking agent’s mouth just pants and gasps, this of which angered Arlecchino even more resulting in her storming towards the poor agent until she stopped dead in her tracks

“The Natlan army is approaching the palace!”

“Would it be possible to think, they’re harboring this imposter.” Everyone’s attention quickly turned towards Al Haitham, each face containing certain level of surprise. Wether it being what the former scribe said or the fact that he even spoke at all. “Not too long ago they tried to construct a god that would replace Lord Kusanali, so it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for them to be hiding the imposter in hopes of using them to their advantage.”

An unsettling silence hung over the envoys as the realization of the words fully took root in each of the leader’s minds

“Th- that’s absurd! You don’t think they’re foolish enough to try that…? To try and use a world ending entity to replace their Grace, right?” Ganyu worried

There was a moment of silence until Ningguang cleared her throat

“If your assertion is true, then we need to mobilize our forces as soon as possible.” She declared

“The shogunate army is ready whenever you decide to strike.” Kujo Sara stated while putting her hand over her chest

“Pfff! Waiting on your army will just give them enough time to find out about our plan and hide this imposter.” Chimalma dismissed

“Then what do you suggest, miss Chimalma?” Ayato questioned

The priestess smirked and crossed her arms. “Obviously, I lend you both the Huītzilin and Ocēlōtl warriors. We’re much closer to Snezhnaya and we’ll have the pyro wielders melt the ice, giving the other armies time to catch up with us if we need the support, but I’m sure my soldiers are perfectly capable of handling it on our own.” Chimalma sneered at Sara giving her a death glare

“Alright then, we’ll let the Natlan army start their advancement and the Shogunate army will follow close behind as reinforcements. We will catch this catch this imposter.” Ningguang declared

You’ve spend god knows how many hours in the cave, but you’re grateful to be out of there. Wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bed that’s way bigger than a king (and not to mention comfortable too). Thinking about the palace the realization that haven’t returned for the night and you have to deal with 8 angry Fatui Harbingers and 1 pissed off cryo archon, hit you like a city bus. You know the other Harbingers will be rightfully mad but since you made it clear that you won’t tolerate any harm being done towards Lumine or Paimon. However you that doesn’t they won’t take their anger out on Childe instead, maybe if you convince them that it was your idea to sneak out of the palace they’ll go easy on him

Childe puts his arm in front of you, preventing you from going any further. When you turned your head towards him about to ask him what’s wrong he answers. “There’s people, it’s sounds like a campaign.” The look of seriousness made what you were going to say die in your throat, the only noises you can hear is the crunching of snow beneath your shoes. “Take their Grace, behind that tree and I’ll check what we’re up against.” He said never taking his eyes away from the direction where said sound was coming from

Lumine took your hand and rushed you towards a large tree. Childe took a glance to make sure your safe, you caught his eyes softening for a second before turning back to the cold gaze it had seconds earlier

Childe runs up the hill and crouched down and peaked up to see the distinct feathers of foreign birds, and vibrant colors that stand out in the white snow

‘It’s the Natlan army, shit!’ Childe instantly ducked his head down to avoid detection. ‘There’s no reason for them to be this up north, unless they’re here for…’ Childe turns the direction you and the twins are. Under normal circumstances he would accept any opportunity to face off against a Huītzilin or a Ocēlōtl warrior, but this isn’t normal circumstances. With a whole army of the most powerful warriors in Teyvat and you just footsteps away he would have to step back and quickly get you away from the area

Out of the Harbinger’s peripherals he spots the familiar red and black coat a Fatui agent. Quickly Childe makes his way towards the agent, grabs them and covers their mouth so as to not alert the approaching army

“What’s going on?” Childe asked

“The Natlan army suddenly came within our boarders, I think they’re looking for their Grace!”

The last part of the sentence reverberated around in your head, then the threat your doppelgänger told the Tsarita. Snezhnaya is no longer safe for you nor its people. You drew a deep breath and got out from your hiding place, much to the twins’ and their floating companion’s dismay

“What’s you’re name?” You asked

“Uh, Alexei…” The agent said in disbelief that you were standing right in front of them

“Do you work under, the Knave?” Alexei nodded. “I need your jacket and mask, I’ll swap it out with mine! Once you do that, go back to the palace and tell Arlecchino that I’m safe with the twins and Childe.”

“But what about you, your Grace? What’s going to happen to you.”

“I’ll be away from Snezhnaya until my doppelgänger doesn’t have eyes all over this place.” You said as you handed them your jacket

“WHAT?!?!” Your group all said in unison

You ignored them as you took the agent’s mask and jacket

“Are you crazy?!” Childe asked as he grabbed your shoulder and turned you towards him

“Being here in Snezhnaya is a lot safer than anywhere else in Teyvat! We can hide you in a cabin until this blows over!” He tried to reasoned with you but you were steadfast

“My doppelganger thinks that I’m hiding somewhere here and won’t stop until they find me!” You grabbed the ginger’s arms and squeezed them. “If they find me here and realize that the Fatui was hiding me here, it won’t end kindly for Snezhnaya. It won’t matter whether you are fatui or not, it’s all going to be destroyed! Your friends and family will all be gone! And I’m not going to let innocent people be hurt because of my war with my Doppelgänger!” You finally let go of Childe’s arms and continued to put on the jacket, you saw the internal struggle that he was experiencing.

“Their Grace is right.” Aether said as he looked towards the direction where the palace is. “The imposter will stop at nothing to get their hands on their Grace and has destroyed an entire civilization before. We need to get them away from Snezhnaya as soon as possible.”

You turned towards the agent and gave him a smile and handed him your jacket. “Don’t worry, Alexei, just make sure Arlecchino gets the message and I’ll make sure you get a fat paycheck.”

Alexei grabbed your jacket and nodded before running off, holding your jacket in his arms not daring to put it on as he headed towards the direction of Zapolyarny Palace.

You turned your head towards your companions, “You ready?”

They all nod their heads, Lumine grabs your hand and began to lead you towards the direction opposite to the capital and away from the army

Running and good distance away you turned your head towards where the army is only to see a figure perched atop a tree, starring right at you

Despite their leopard like mask covering their face you could still feel their eyes looking deep into you, almost like their looking into your soul. But they just turned their head, especially ignoring the fact they just saw you. Almost like they knew of your situation and helped you by feigning ignorance of your presence

But you’ll question it later, the only thought in your mind is leaving Snezhnaya

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[oliveisme533]

part one: a really good dad

You had Ellie when you were 18 years old and the father was not the greatest. Surprise surprise… he wanted nothing to do with you and this new baby once he found out you were pregnant. Flash forward 10 years and you enrolled Ellie in a local soccer legue where she meets Sarah. Sarah and Ellie quickly become thick as thieves and naturally want to have play dates. Of course this means getting to know Sarah’s dad . It’s not long until the very handsome Joel Miller asks you on a date. You date for 6 months before he pops the question. Everyone thought it was too fast, everyone except for Ellie and Sarah (and you two of course) but you didn’t care. This little family of 4 was everything to you. 6 years later you’re still happily married to your Joel, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

It was late when you got home from work. Joel’s truck was already in the driveway and the girls should both be at home at this point. You open the front door with a sigh. “Hey mama” Ellie calls from the couch. You walk over to kiss her head “Dad’s upstairs with Sarah” she said without looking away from the television. You set your bags down on the kitchen counter, slipped off your heels and carried them up the steps. You dragged your body towards your bedroom, but on your way there you passed Sarah’s room. Joel lay in bed with her, one hand gently rubbing her back as she rested her head on his chest. It looked like she had been crying. “Well hey baby girl” you said softly as you stepped into the room. You met your husband’s eyes trying to gain any sort of intel. He mouthed the word “cramps.” Truthfully, you should have guessed. All the women in this house had long since synced up and poor Sarah always struggled with very intense periods. “You need anything, bug?” You asked as you gently tucked a curl behind her ear. She shook her head. You turned your attention to your husband and bent down to peck his lips. “I’ll be in in a minute sweetheart.” He assured you“Okay, I’m going to shower” “Without me?” Joel called teasingly. “Joel!” You warned from across the hall. Sarah slapped her dad’s chest. “Don’t be gross, dad.” Joel chuckled in spite of himself. “You act like a damn 22 year old boy.” You often told him.

As promised, by the time you were out of the shower Joel was in your bedroom. “Is that girl still down there playing video games?” You asked. Joel shrugged and retreated to the top of the steps. “Ellie..” “what?” “TV needs to be off in 30 minutes.” “Yes sir.”

“Long day?” He asked from behind you as you brushed your teeth. You nodded “yeah…I’m so fucking tired. Girls have an okay day at school from what you can tell?” Joel, who was now putting toothpaste on his toothbrush responded. “Yeah ‘course baby. We got good girls.” You smiled to yourself. “Yeah. We sure do.” You put your hand on Joel’s ass “what about you? You behave today.” Joel shook his head. “Nahuh” he still made you laugh after all these years. “Well I’m sorry to hear that. I hope tomorrow will be better.” The two of you climbed into bed wordlessly on your respective sides. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his warm chest as his arms wrapped around you. This was your favorite part of your nighttime routine. Joel rubbed your back as you melted into the mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were almost asleep- “no, I told you these are my shin guards I don’t know where yours are!” “I have a game in the morning just let me borrow them!” “We both have a game in the morning, Ellie! You need to find your own shit!” You and Joel both groaned. “Girls!” Joel called without moving from his current position. Moments later your bedroom door was opened by two grumpy teenagers. “Dad I told her- no I didn’t even try and take yours- that’s not what you said!” Joel held up his hand. “Enough! Both of you! Your game isn’t until 11 tomorrow. Ellie get up at a decent time tomorrow morning and find your shin guards and quit bickering with each other! Or if you’re going to do it, do it quietly.” You kicked Joel from under the blanket. “Never mind. Your mother says no fighting.” “You girls both need to get some rest, it’s been a long day. We love you.” You said to the girls. They muttered “good nights” and “we love you too” before closing the door again. Probably 20 minutes later you heard giggling coming from their rooms. You shook your head and smiled “sisters…You wouldn’t get it.” “You’re right. I certainly don’t get it” Joel responded. He resumed rubbing your back and you were asleep in minutes

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Joe’s POV

In your slumber, the two of you had detangled and were now sleeping on your own sides of the bed. The door creaked open and in tiptoed a hyperventilating Ellie. Joel sat upright. He was always the first to wake up…his wife was an incredibly heavy sleeper. “Baby, breathe, breathe. Com’ere” he stretched out his hands to his beloved step daughter. He didn’t see her that way though, he saw her as his own just as much as he saw Sarah as his own. Ellie had been dealing with these panick attacks for a couple of years. Joel pulled her in squeezing her tightly. This was the only thing that calmed her down. Joel wrapped his arms around his Ellie as he cood “shh s’alright baby girl. I’ve got you.” he straightened out her pajama shirt and gently rubbed her back. Damn…every poor woman in this house is falling apart tonight. Joel thought to himself. Ellie’s breathes were slowing with the firm pressure from Joel’s arms. Joel sat there with the girl in his lap, rocking ever so slightly. She nuzzled her face into his shirt. “Ya know I used to do this with Sarah too” Joel whispered. “Really?” Ellie whispered back. “Yeah only difference is, she was 6 months old not 16.” “Heyy” Joel’s chuckle rumbled through his chest “you know I’m only teasin’ baby, if my girls still need to be rocked when they’re 26 I’ll do that too.” He kissed Ellie’s head. “Cmon let’s get you in bed. Your mamas had a long day and I don’t want to wake her.”

In Ellie’s room Joel turned on the fairy lights that were strung around her bed. After tucking her in he handed her one of the stuffed animals he had got her probably years ago. “Mr. Bunny is awfully sad that he hasn’t been snuggled in awhile” Ellie rolled her eyes. “Dad I’m not 5” she took the stuffy anyway and tucked it under her arm. “Goodnight baby girl” he gently kissed her forehead and tiptoed from the room. On hard nights like these he always left her door slightly opened. Back in their bedroom Joel sighed. Now he was fucking exhausted. He left their bedroom door open too, in case Ellie needed them again. He looked lovingly at his wife who was still passed out cold. She deserved a good nights sleep. Hell, he deserved one too!

I’m not sure how many chapters I’ll write of this. I plan on making them so they can be read as independent stories :)

[satansapostle6]

I Left The Light On And The Back Door Open For You | Robert Chase

From the moment he first saw Margot Lange from legal, Dr. Robert Chase knew he was in for a wild ride that he never wanted to end.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Office Tiger

Dr. Robert Chase was annoyed, to say the least. His employer, the cantankerous and sometimes chaotic evil Dr. House, had sent him all the way down to the first floor for something that didn’t exist, just for his entertainment during the work day. Intending on confronting him, Dr. Chase returned to the fourth floor of the hospital when he realized that the department of diagnostic medicine had a visitor, who was currently speaking with House. He had never seen this woman before.

Dr. Chase realized that the woman speaking with House was another Princeton-Plainsboro employee, most likely not one of the doctors, based on her attire. Lisa Cuddy was, in some cases, a very lenient employer, focusing more so on an employee’s skills and results as opposed to superficial factors, such as behavior or approach toward less important rules. This had been demonstrated on many occasions through her hiring and continued employment of Dr. House.

Chase was beginning to understand that this was also her approach toward the woman House was speaking with, based on her attire that normally would be somewhat frowned upon in a typical work environment. While the woman’s attire wasn’t exactly inappropriate in nature, Chase couldn’t help but find it somewhat distracting to him, even if he knew that that was more so his own problem than the woman’s. Chase couldn’t help but be distracted by the tall hospital employee, whether it was because of her pretty face, long dark hair, or full-bodied characteristics.

“Miss Lange, I seriously don’t have time for this.”

“And I ‘seriously’ don’t have time to go to court for ten malpractice cases in a week, but then again, here we are,” the woman, addressed as ‘Miss Lange’, retaliated firmly.

Her voice had a rather bright, airy quality to it that was oddly inspiring. Inspiring of what, Chase had no idea. He noticed that it was almost like she was speaking in a way that was oddly retro, to the effect of being almost transatlantic. She was a rather interesting and unique type of attractive, but this didn’t stop Chase from being attracted to her at all. She was unlike many of the women he’d been with before, and also unlike many of the women he’d seen before.

She was slender and tall, especially in high heels. In heels, Chase estimated that she had to be almost six feet. She was taller than him in her stylish black Louboutins, but he hardly minded. This was one of the most remarkably beautiful women he’d ever seen, with her long black hair, blunt bangs, and dark hazel eyes. Her skin looked like pale silk, and he was mesmerized.

“Did you know the legal department has employees, like myself, specifically designated as ‘House damage control’?” the lawyer questioned Dr. House.

“I’m flattered,” the man smiled sarcastically.

Chase then realized that the woman was part of Princeton-Plainsboro’s legal staff, and patiently stood with his arms crossed by the door to try and see how her argument with House would pan out. Most people who dared to go toe to toe with House either lost, or lost their minds in the process, but usually it was both. However, this woman didn’t seem to be budging.

“I’m telling you, House, the legal department doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with this. As much as I appreciate you almost single-handedly getting me that SLK I wanted, I’m gonna have to ask that you not violate the Hippocratic Oath every Tuesday, or at least wait until I’ve had my morning espresso.”

“Honey, if your arguments are as solid as your ass, I think you’ll be just fine,” he promised her.

“They are,” she stated, as Chase raised an eyebrow, looking around the room completely flabbergasted.

Dr. Foreman and Dr. Cameron, who were sitting around waiting, both seemed relatively used to this behavior between the two of them.

“I’ll tell you what. You cut down my case load by three a week, I’ll let you bounce a quarter off of it,” the attorney incentivized.

Robert Chase did everything in his power not to let his jaw physically drop to the floor.

“Oh, challenge accepted, toots,” the older doctor said immediately.

The woman, affectionately referred to as ‘Miss Lange’, who couldn’t have been older than thirty-two, turned as she left the room, stopping in front of Chase on the way out.

“Do you happen to have a lighter on you?” she said after a moment of thought.

“Erm, no, sorry,” he shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance as she walked by.

“Shame. Anyways. You gonna be at the casino thing tonight?”

“Yeah,” Chase smirked, glad there was a work event that night.

“Alright. Cool,” was all she had to say to him.

He looked out into the hall as she walked off, shamelessly fixed on the way she moved, her hips moving lightly from side to side as she walked.

“Who is that?” he asked excitedly.

“Hey. Don’t make me spray you with the hose,” House sarcastically interrupted his depraved train of thought. “She’s mine. Back off.”

“What?” Chase snapped back to reality.

Eric Foreman and Alison Cameron both shook their heads at him.

“That’s Margot Lange. I’m only gonna say this once: do not hit that,” House warned.

“What?” Chase questioned, shocked. “Why?” he complained.

“Because. She’ll eat you alive, like some sort of office tiger,” the man informed him, leaning on his cane.

“What does that even mean?” Chase stared at him.

House sighed at his hopeless employee. “You know how you can compare a woman to a shot of espresso?”

Robert Chase had no idea how to answer this particular question.

“I guess…?”

“Well, that woman is a double shot of warm Everclear,” House told him.

But Chase just stood there, staring at him with a clear lack of understand. House made a show of rolling his eyes impatiently, trying to reiterate his warning.

“Do not engage. No man who’s ever tried to pursue a relationship with that woman has ever succeeded,” Gregory House ignored him. “Or come out unscathed.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?” Chase scoffed, a slight insecurity to his response.

“Nice try,” Dr. House commended him, “But even if you don’t want a relationship with her, after a few nights, you will. Trust me. And then, that’ll go south really fast, and you’ll quit, and then I’ll have to find someone to take your place. So just, don’t.”

“Why, are you speaking from experience?” the thirty year-old doctor stared.

“Yes, but not mine. Dr. Wilson’s. ‘Nuff said.”

Chase thought about Wilson for a moment, fully aware of the man’s addictive ‘falling in love’ tendency.

“Yes, but that’s also Dr. Wilson,” he reasoned in his distinctive Australian accent, “He’d fall in love with a blowup doll.”

“Well, what about Dr. Michaels? And Dr. Bettencourt? And Dr. Gonzalez? And Dr. Yu?”

“How can someone even have that much free time?” Dr. Cameron murmured, as Foreman just shrugged.

“Who’s Dr. Yu?” Chase didn’t recognize the name.

“Exactly,” House frowned.

“What if I only get with her once?” Dr. Chase tried to bargain.

“Buddy. She’ll eat you alive.”

“But… What if that’s what I want?” Chase asked cheekily, only to be met with disgust.

“Ugh!” Allison Cameron practically gagged.

“I promise you, you’ll somehow end up with your heart on the floor.”

“Seriously?” Chase asked. “She’s that bad?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes, now can we move on? I’m getting bored, we’ve been on the same topic for a whole two minutes!”

That particular day working for Dr. House wasn’t necessarily the worst that Dr. Chase had ever experienced. They had all left the hospital at a fairly reasonable hour, in time for him to head home and get changed for the office outing to a casino that night. Chase had been fairly excited to get out and head to the casino, mostly because he hadn’t had much of a social life in the past month or so. He was hoping he’d meet someone, or at least have a fairly pleasant evening of socializing with his colleagues, preferably not involving Dr. House.

The casino seemed to be decently populated that Thursday night. Motivated to get the night going, Chase approached the bar, ordering himself a decent scotch. He sat down for a moment, finishing the drink so he could start to feel a light buzz. He looked at the seat beside him, pleasantly surprised to find it was already occupied by a woman. And not just any woman.

“Hey, blondie,” the woman teased him, downing an entire martini right before his eyes.

“It’s you. From earlier,” he realized, almost having forgotten she’d asked him if he was coming.

“What’s your name?” she asked, nodding as the bartender took her glass and offered a refill.

“Robert. Robert Chase,” he told her. “What’s yours?” he decided it best to pretend he hadn’t been told.

“Margot Lange,” she introduced herself confidently.

Robert had to admit he found her confidence attractive, to say the least. The more he drank, the more he couldn’t deny that she was a generally very attractive woman, with her wide, alluring eyes and her chic stature. Robert had to admit he was certainly not opposed to being with a tall woman, especially if that woman was Margot. She wore her height well, embracing it with high heels that had to have made her around six feet tall.

Unlike most men, Robert Chase didn’t feel emasculated by a beautiful, tall woman. If anything, he found her height to be rather attractive, in the way she carried herself as if she were something to be chased. Chase did love himself a tall woman.

“Nice to meet you, Margot,” he smiled charmingly. “Can I buy your next drink?”

“Sure,” she smiled, a seductive purr to her voice.

“So, what do you like to do in your free time?” he asked in turn.

“I’m a lawyer, and I deal with malpractice at the same hospital House works at, do you think I have any free time?” she crossed one leg over the other as she turned to face him.

“Good point,” Chase offered a good-humored smile. “So, what would you like to do in your free time?”

“Honestly, at this point, I’m lucky if I get to make cosmopolitans and watch TV or read a book for a whole day,” she explained. “I’d like to do that.”

“That does sound very relaxing,” he nodded in agreement. “My days off pretty much work the same way. I don’t get too much time to myself, so when I do, I tend to spend it on pretty simple things.”

“Do you like clubbing?” Margot asked.

“Er, I used to, sort of, when I was a little younger,” the young doctor thought. “I never went a whole lot, but when I did go out, that’s the kind of thing I would do.”

“What about raves? You ever go to one?”

“No,” Chase considered, “Not really. Honestly, I’m pretty vanilla.”

“I can see that,” she smirked, prompting him to reconsider the exact wording of that statement, looking embarrassed.

“You seem like you’ve really lived,” he chuckled nervously, feeling his own social life paled in comparison to hers.

“Wanna play a drinking game?” she asked, trying to put him at ease.

“Depends on what the game is,” he looked at her curiously, folding his hands in thought.

“‘Never Have I Ever’. If it’s your turn, you say something you've never done before, and if the other person’s done it, they take a sip of their drink. We take turns,” she concluded.

“Wouldn’t you end up way more drunk than me?” he wondered.

“Not if you guess right,” she sipped on her martini.

“Alright. Consider me game,” he smiled.

“I’ll go first,” she offered, thinking hard about her first turn. “Never have I ever… peed myself in public,” she watched him for a reaction.

“What—” Chase stared at her in disbelief, reluctantly sipping on his glass of scotch. “That’s what you went with?”

“I was curious,” she grinned at the humor of the situation. “Besides, you peed yourself in public, I don’t think you get to judge.”

“I was seven!” he complained defensively.

“Okay, okay, fine,” she agreed mockingly. “Your turn, then.”

“Okay. Never have I ever…” it took him a moment to come up with something he felt could be successful. “Done heroin,” he threw out satirically.

Margot smirked at him, pointedly dragging out her actions as she picked up her martini glass and dramatically held it out to him before taking a small sip. Robert Chase was in shambles as he tried to decide whether to cry out incredulously or simply apologize profusely.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to feel bad,” she promised him, “I’m still here. And a lawyer.”

Chase laughed as the two of them enjoyed the moment, continuing with the childish game as they drank together, both having a surprisingly good time. Robert knew that he’d have a good time with Margot. He knew that House had to have been exaggerating. Right?

“Never have I ever shoplifted,” she suggested eagerly.

“I’ve never done that before, actually,” he told her as she took a tiny sip of her drink.

“Really?” Margot asked nonchalantly, “It’s fun.”

Robert stared. “Why do I almost feel like you’ve done it more recently than, like, high school?”

She just smiled, not giving away her secrets. At least, not all of them.

“Never have I ever… been… in an orgy?” Chase said slowly.

“Define ‘orgy’.”

“Sex with at least three other people?” he decided.

Margot laughed. “That’s the only thing you could think of that you don’t think I’ve done?”

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly, feeling awkward.

But she still seem amused. “No, it’s fine.”

He watched, gulping as she took a sip of her drink. Soon enough, the two of them were out, and Robert ordered them another round. Although they both occasionally ran out of alcohol, he found that the one thing that didn’t seem to be running out, luckily, was conversation. Both of them seemed to lose track of time sitting alone together at the bar.

“Never have I ever… posed nude,” Robert baited, definitely feeling the scotch getting to his head.

Margot rolled her eyes at the basic question, as both of them took a drink. She seemed satisfied by this outcome.

”Never have I ever been leaked,” she stated.

Once again, both of them took a drink. Robert stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts as he looked curiously at the woman across from him.

“How is it that you’ve lived such a life?” Chase wondered.

“That’s not the game,” Margot reminded him.

He just nodded, disappointed as he tried to think of something good. “Never have I ever… done it in public.”

Both of them scoffed and drank.

Margot grinned mischievously. “Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.”

“Well… there was one time,” he braced himself, earning a pointed eyebrow raise, “I didn’t actually do it, but there was a dare, at a party, and… I guess I kind of wanted to,”

“I just want to point out that that was definitely a lie, by the way. More so than anything else we’ve said. I have. Plenty of times. I just really wanted to know the answer,” she remarked.

“Never have I ever slept with a coworker,” Chase lied, as she took another sip of her drink.

He felt pretty confident, until her next quip. She looked him right in the eyes as she said it, and he could’ve sworn his knees buckled.

“Never have I ever done someone in an alley behind a casino.”

The subsequent taxi ride to Margot’s place felt unnecessarily long, but as soon as he’d front door closed, the clothes came off. They were both stripped down to their undergarments before even reaching her bedroom upstairs. Margot broke the sloppy kiss, much to Robert’s disappointment, sitting promptly on the bed as he looked down at her in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” he almost whined, unable to take the way she looked up at him.

“I think… I wanna see you take over for a minute,” she told him, slowly leaning back as she spread her legs for him to see. “I wanna see how you fuck.”

Her words were so deliciously lewd they seemed to have their own unique resonance to them, and he was entranced.

“Alright,” he agreed quickly, tilting her face upward with his index finger.

He kissed her so softly, Margot thought, it was more like kissing a girl. She allowed herself to be entertained by him as he moved his hands, from just above her knees to her hips, the pads of his fingers gently digging into her soft flesh. She felt him passionately slipping his tongue into her mouth, smiling as she toyed with his hair for both amusement and support. He got up on the bed and rested his knees on either side of her, gradually leaning forward so that her body would move backward.

Eventually, she laid on her back looking up at him, eyes full of this feigned innocence. He thought for a moment about how truly good she looked.

“Take this off for me, love?” he asked politely, thumbs circling around the cups of her bra.

She wouldn’t have admitted it, but Margot felt herself growing desperate at the simple act. She then lifted her torso so that he could reach his hands underneath her to unclip her bra, gently putting it aside. She let a tiny, but still present moan escape as he leaned over her, hands holding her breasts as his thumbs tweaked her nipples. Margot pulled him closer to her as he kissed all over the side of her neck, suckling gently despite her gestures and signals for more.

Robert Chase smiled to himself, quickly reassured that he could keep up with a woman like Margot. After all, he’d had his own fair share of amorous exploits. His spike in confidence definitely enhanced his performance, noticeably. Margot smirked to herself triumphantly, realizing she’d chosen well for her midnight snack. Her subsequent responses were overwhelmingly enthusiastic for Chase as she pulled his body over hers on the excitingly large bed. Chase allowed his own animal instincts to take over, crawling on top of her as he kissed her almost harshly, guiding his knee toward her wet center.

“Take these off,” he huffed, slipping off her panties.

Margot chuckled happily as she slid them off, pulling Chase closer to her by the collar of his shirt. He let out a quiet groan as he helped her unbutton and throw off his shirt, thinking he felt more aroused than he ever had in his life. He couldn’t undress fast enough. It wasn’t long before he was stripped down to his underwear, gasping euphorically as he felt Margot’s bright red almond nails digging into the taut flesh on his back. He let out a soft gasp as she rose up from underneath him, flipping him over as he panted softly.

Chase looked up at her with widened blue eyes, heart racing as Margot grinned as she pinned him down. Chase could tell she took pleasure in seeing him helplessly defenseless, which seemed to only excite him more.

“Gotcha,” Margot taunted.

“You got me,” Robert agreed, not sounding particularly broken up about it.

Margot smiled at his eagerness as she slid his briefs down. He gasped as she sank down on top of him, gasping ecstatically. Margot all but pounced on him as she planted harsh kisses on his neck, forcing relieved moans out of him as he thrusted up into her, swearing he’d died and gone to heaven. His hands moved from her ass to her hips, massaging her as she bounced up and down so fast he could hardly think. He could hardly see as he felt himself getting hot.

“Fuck!” Margot sighed, tossing her head back.

Chase grinned, more than satisfied with himself as he watched her. She really was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, let alone slept with. She was confident, and sharp, and fiery. It made for some of the best sex he’d ever had, as ridiculous as it sounded. He even made sure to force himself to last even longer than usual as she clenched tightly around him, just to indulge in the unbelievably intense sensation for longer. He had no idea how long it had really been, but he knew they went at it for at least a solid ten minutes.

Chase suddenly felt the need to switch things up, to add an additional element of spontaneity. So, he took a page out of Margot’s book and pushed her off of his lap. She landed on her lap in the middle of the bed, looking up at him with an animalistic sense of fear in her eyes. She looked up at him with disappointment, pouting seductively as he stood over her on his knees.

“No happy ending?” she teased.

“Not yet, sorry darling,” Chase panted.

Before she knew what was happening, Chase pulled a Margot, flipping her over on her stomach as she let out a squeal of excitement. Margot chuckled as she arched her back. Chase sighed as he slid into her, groaning at the warm feeling. He felt himself twitch at the sound of her loud moans, her pleasure giving him more gratification than anything else.

“Oh, fuck!” he hissed, no longer able to contain his arousal.

“Shit!” Margot whispered, her walls tightening around him.

Chase grinned, feeling himself about to climax as she leaned down, kissing him hungrily as they both clung to one another passionately.

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Chapter Two

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - The man in Inko’s house.

Summary: Izuku want to see his mom but he finds another man in her house instead. Also, Izuku forgets to wear a shirt to sleep.

Warnings: Izuku in his underwear, no actual suggestive content this time but there are some suggestive thoughts in there (obviously😂), swear words

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“Tadaima.” Izuku mutters into your ear while he gives you a tight hug. He just came home from his last shift for the week. He’s yours for two whole days from now on, and it feels like a dream.

“I missed you.” You mutter back, your face flushed from the excitement. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you and cuddle. Then I wanna use the hot tub together…”

“Uhm, about that…” Izuku scratches the back of his head sheepishly. Oh no.

“If you tell me you are working tomorrow I swear to god I’ll cry.” You retort angrily, your arms snaking around Izuku’s middle possessively. By the look of it, Izuku really likes your new possessive side; his eyes darken as he buries his fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp to soothe your sudden anger.

“Definitely not, but… can we go to see Mom? I really miss her. Then the day after that we can… uhm… have the full day for ourselves. Just you and me. And All Meowt. And the hot tub.” Izuku’s face is slightly flushed as he says the last sentence but you can feel his excitement when his eyes shine in that adorable way it usually does when he talks about his favorite things and current obsessions, like that new new anime about the most popular girl falling in love with a random nerd. He’s absolutely obsessed with that shit, bless his little romantic ass. “I also want to formally introduce you to her. As my… my… girlfriend…” Izuku smiles shyly, his voice full of giddiness.

“Hmm…” You try to tease him, but his puppy eyes are too powerful. You have no idea how can he make such an adorable face and how can he still have baby fat on his face at his age. You can’t help yourself; you touch the soft skin, slowly stroking up and down then back up until you reach his freckles, connecting the dots with your finger, taking in the sight of them as counting them would be impossible. “Have I told you how much I adore your cheeks?” You mutter as you leave a tiny kiss on the most freckled part of his skin. “And your eyes… you are so handsome, I can’t say no to this face.”

“Says the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smile.” Izuku mumbles with his eyes downcast which makes him look like a shy school boy confessing to his first love and it’s the cutest fucking thing the world has ever seen.

Okay, this needs to stop. It’s literally past midnight and Izuku haven’t showered yet.

FOCUS.

“I’ll wait for you in bed.” You leave one tiny kiss on the greenette’s cheek and sneak out of the embrace, your steps quick as you walk towards the bedroom; you can hear Katsuki yelling “just fuck already”, loud and clear in your head but while you would absolutely love to finally have him to yourself, it’s kinda fun to tiptoe around each other; there is something about Izuku’s shyness, about the way all his touches scream innocence that makes your heart flutter and you are honestly not ready to say goodbye to that.

It doesn’t take Izuku too long to snuggle up to your back as he always does but the first thing you realize is that… he’s still kind of wet. Not too much, just the way the person skin’s feels like when they get out of the shower… wait.

Skin. Your naked shoulders are touching skin. Izuku senses how your shoulders tense and moves away from you; you murmur a silent “fuck” under your nose for being so weird about the situation, but hell, give the girl a warning, will ya?!

“Sorry, I forgot to bring a shirt with me and I’m too tired to get one but if it makes you uncomfortable…”

You hate the hesitation in Izuku’s voice.

“No, I was just surprised, it’s fine. Come back, I’m cold.” You turn to your other side, snuggling into the man’s pecks, silently thanking all the gods that it’s dark as your face is probably more red than a lobster’s. Your heart skips a beat as Izuku pulls your closer, his body flush against yours; your pajama top rode up in the motion so there is so much skin-to-skin right now your brain is about to combust. You can feel his abs through your belly; they are hard and sturdy but the skin is really soft, much softer than you’ve expected it to be; he doesn’t get many scars around that area thanks to the reinforced bullet and shockproof vest he wears under his hero costume. You have a really strong urge to feel it with your fingers, find every dip, every crevice until you remember them all even with your eyes closed but Izuku had a hard week and he’s probably tired to the bone so you decide to hide your face in his neck instead, snuggling into his warmth until you become a putty in each other’s arms.

“We should do this more often.” You murmur into his neck; you can feel him shivering as your hot breath licks his skin.

“Sweet Pea, I won’t be able to sleep if you keep doing that.” Izuku mutters shyly, his words followed by a pleased sigh.

“You haven’t slept for a week Izu, I’m quite sure you’ll manage.” You giggle but you roll back to your original position to let him have his peace tonight. Izuku doesn’t wait long before he pulls you back to him; after a few seconds his breathing evens out and he’s out like a light.

He must’ve been even more exhausted than I thought - you think to yourself as you slowly follow him to dreamland, his warmth seeping into your bones through your light pajama top.

~•🥦•~

Things you are not ready for at 9 in the morning:

- Izuku’s absolutely beautiful sleeping face.

- Izuku’s washboard abs glistering in the sunlight as he somehow manages to kick the covers off himself.

- Izuku still in bed, at 9AM. End of sentence.

Oh, and how can you forget the most important thing….

- The top of Izuku’s broccoli tattoo sticking out of his tight boxers as his gorgeous abs glisten in the sunlight at 9AM on a Saturday morning.

Izuku’s nose scrunches adorably as though somehow, he’s able to feel your eyes on him; he shifts to a new position and sighs contentedly, his hand reaching out to find you in his sleep; you sat down during your inner monologue so the only thing he could find was your upper thigh. He grabs the warm limb anyway, his face scrunched up in concentration as he’s trying to figure out what is he touching. You are half embarrassed and half amused, a tiny giggle leaves your mouth as Izuku tickles you by accident. His hand wonders around again, this time to your inner thigh and that’s when you whimper; Izuku opens his eyes to see what’s wrong and he pulls back his hand right away like your skin just burned him.

“Uhm… good… morning.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in the pillow. Somehow, it sounded like an apology but you are glad he didn’t actually apologize; he has no reason to do so and you really want him to get to a point one day when he doesn’t feel the urge to say sorry for doing things he enjoys to do. For instance, every time his kisses get a bit rough, he apologizes, like it’s not the most normal thing in the world to get a bit unhinged while you kiss your loved one. He also says sorry when he accidentally touches the side of your… well… bosom. Or your bottom.

Okay, you can kinda understand the last two as you two haven’t really done anything too cheeky yet and Izuku wants to make sure he has your consent before doing any of that, but you would be happier if he would just ask you if he can instead of running away like a 30 year old virgin every time his finger touches a bouncy area.

Okay, how did you end up thinking about that?

Ahh, probably from the sight of his own, juicy ass in those tight black boxers.

… focus, woman.

“Really good morning indeed.” You look at Izuku’s god-like, half naked body; damn, those back muscles are (also) something else. You can’t wait to be able to ask about every single scar covering his body; there is a lot, some of them massive and brownish red - probably old burn marks while some of them are long, white and thin, almost elegant compared to the violent claw marks on his side. Some people might be put off by all the damaged skin, but honestly, they just make Izuku even more handsome in your eyes; they are the proof that Deku is a hero, a proof that he would do anything to save the innocent, to protect his city and it’s people. His back is like an abstract painting sitting in a museum; some people look at it and think “this makes no sense” but those who understand get teary eyed from all the emotions, of all the stories hidden behind the random lines of the canvas.

“Let’s… uhm… get ready. Yeah.” Izuku shuffles off the bed with a red face and you can’t help but giggle at Izuku’s awkwardness.

~•🥦•~

“So… this is it.” Izuku parks in front of a small, adorable house, right next to a small forest. You lived in Tokyo for god knows how long yet you didn’t know there was a place like this in the area; well, it’s quite far from the center to be fair and you never really felt the urge to sit on the train and go around the main city, so it makes a lot of sense. “It’s a small house, but mom didn’t want a bigger one. She said it would be too empty without me.” Izuku sighs, still affected by his mother’s bittersweet words. He’s such a mama’s boy!

“That’s so sweet.” You mutter, a little bit anxious about being here; you know there is no need for you to be stressed about today but it’s still a big step in your relationship, so of course it will affect you.

“Come on, mom will be so happy to see us!” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the entrance, fingers intertwined as he opens the door and barges in without a single knock.

Well… Izuku clearly forgot to tell his mother that he’s coming over.

How do you know that? Because there is another man in her house. The man’s hair is blonde and messy, body skinny and fragile, a little bit unhealthy from the distance but there is a slight, healthy blush on his face which tells you he’s probably fine. His face is really kind and he was cleaning the leaves of a massive money plant when you two barged in so he’s clearly not a weirdo which makes you extremely happy because you would definitely have a few words with him otherwise. No one plays around with the innocent, naive Inko. No one.

The man looks extremely surprised first but then his face changes into a happy grin as he looks Izuku up and down with a proud smile.

“Midoriya-shounen!” The older man hops over to you two and hugs Izuku tightly. That nickname rings a bell.

“All Might!”

Wait.

Okay, wait.

No fucking way.

“All Might?!” You mutter incredulously. The blond man just smiles at you awkwardly like he’s a little bit ashamed of being outed this way but wants to make a good first impression anyway. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude or anything…”

“It’s all fine, my darling. Everyone reacts like that. You must be the famous Sweet Pea, I’m so happy to finally meet you in person.”

All Might has the kindest smile. It literally brings sunshine into the already bright house.

“Izuku, All Might is in your mom’s house!” You mutter under your nose while you ignore the world around you for a few minutes; it’s extremely hard not to freak out over the fact that you’ve just met Japan’s biggest hero - you are a nerd after all.

“Oh, yeah, why are you in mom’s house?” It seems like Izuku didn’t even realize he’s not supposed be here in the first place, he was so excited to meet his father figure again. He’s so fucking precious.

“Oh, well… my mansion was a bit too empty for the little old me, so I… moved here?”

Izuku almost chokes on her saliva while you can’t stop gawking at the blond man in front of you.

Well… that’s… an interesting plot twist.

“You are my mom’s roommate?!” Izuku yelps and you can’t help but sigh at that.

Two middle aged people sharing a house as “roommates”? You’ve never heard such a bullshit. Is Inko dating All Might?! Is that why she kept this a secret from his son even though they talk on the phone every week for literal hours?

“Inko wanted it to be a surprise, so… surprise?” All Might still talks to Izuku like he’s 15, making over-exaggerated facial expressions and you can see on Izuku’s face that he’s back to being a young boy, shy and nerdy, craving the love of a father he never had.

The whole situation might be considered weird from an outsider perspective but somehow… it just works. This family is special; they love with their whole heart, platonic or not and Inko letting his son’s role model to live in her house so he doesn’t get too lonely is such a Midoriya-thing to do that you are not even that surprised.

“I’m really happy.” Izuku mutters, tears welling up in his eyes as he hugs the thin man again. “I’m really happy, dad.”

“My boy…”

Aaaand… everyone is crying.

If this would be a fanfiction, this would be the perfect time to end this chapter as the emotions are so strong, the reader probably needs to take a breather.

“To be continued.” You giggle to yourself as you look around the house to find the missing piece; Inko, who’s hiding behind the bathroom door, crying a river as she takes the beautiful sight in front of her.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I have a confession to make: I ship All Might and Inko more than I ship anyone else in this anime. I have no idea why.

- I went to a garden center and bought a plant plushie. It reminded me of the first few chapters of this story when Deku was proud of not killing a plant, but the plant was fake so I named him Deku. 😂

- Some bad news for next week: I’m taking a break for 1 week. Life has been a bit hectic around me; I went back to full-time after being a part timer for a year due to mental health issues (it’s really not as bad as it sounds I swear.), Christmas in retail sucks and it sucks even more when you work in the busiest store in the area and I also got some worrisome news from my doctor which triggered my old anxiety and I kinda need some time to sort my shit out. I already know I won’t have time to write both of my series this week and I don’t want to ruin my upcoming birthday by forcing myself to edit and write that day, but that’s the only day I’m at home this week. So yeah, I’ll be back in two weeks! Maybe even sooner, we will see how it goes.

- Have a lovely week, guys! 💜 Tell me your thoughts! 🥦

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[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 4

Summary- Jake and Stormy fall into bed together, and fall more in love in the process.

Warnings-language, smut (this is 2,100 words of straight filth, nsfw minors fuck off)

Pairings- Jake Seresin x OC/reader (callsign: Stormy)

Song inspo- Dress- Taylor Swift, Mine all Mine- Mitski, Baby I’m yours- Arctic Monkeys

Getting back to the house had been a blur, hell getting into the house was a mystery at this point, the only thing currently on Jake’s mind was your body underneath his, warm and pliant as you moaned deliciously into his mouth. He didn’t even have you out of that sinful black dress yet and you were so worked up, he wanted to drag this out as long as possible, show you just how good it could be to be loved by him but goddamnit the way you were grinding yourself on him and the noises you kept making were crumbling the little bit of composure he had left.

Was it too soon to be with Jake like this? Probably, especially considering it’d been 24 hours since the two of you had made your declarations. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the optics because it was you and Jake and somehow you’d completely missed that he’d been there all along, loving and caring for you selflessly through all the bullshit over the years. You couldn’t believe you were here in his bed, his stupidly perfect body draped over yours, telling you how much he loved you and how badly he needed you.

He pulls back a little with a dazed look in his eyes to look you over and you feel yourself flush, both of you have entirely too much clothing on and yet you’ve never felt more exposed.

“I want you to be sure about this baby girl, because once we start I’m never letting you go. So if you need us to stop just tell me-“

You don’t let him finish, slipping your hands through his suit jacket to push it off his shoulders, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you begin to undress him. He seems to short circuit in your arms, way too still for how he was holding you moments ago but as you begin to unbutton his shirt he seems to get his bearings, taking control of the kiss and helping you quickly rid him of his shirt and pants, you let your eyes roam over him and shiver a little in anticipation; he was better than you’d dreamed up in your head and definitely bigger, you’d heard all the guys joke about dick sizes over the years but one thing had been for sure, Jake definitely wasn’t average in any part of his life. You were about to slide your hand over the front of his briefs but he quickly snatched it up, hauling you off the bed and spinning you around so he could press himself into you. Lips gliding down your neck towards your shoulder as he began to unzip you, hands running over every new part of exposed skin and reveling in the gasps you made.

“You’re overdressed sugar, seems hardly fair for you to get me down to my skivvies if I can’t do the same.”

You let out a breathy laugh as your dress pools at your ankles, you can’t help the wanton moan you release as Jake grinds up against your ass at the view of your lacy thong and complete lack of bra, dropping his head to your shoulder. You can tell he’s trying to steady himself; if you were honest you were hanging by a thread as well, you wanted him to take you in every way possible until the sun came up.

“Jake?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

He turns you towards him and claims your mouth with his, pulling you tightly to his chest the both of you moaning as your naked chests press against each other. He keeps you like that for a while, both of you just lost in the feel of each other. This isn’t just a first time for either of you, it’s the last first time if Jake has anything to say about it, he wants you just like this for the rest of his life.

“God Stormy, I love you so much baby. Y’gonna let me show you? Wanna taste how sweet you are sugar, can I? Need my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours, been dreaming about how good you’d taste.”

You squeaked out a very enthusiastic yes and he was on you in an instant, spreading you across his dark green duvet letting his hands roam and mouth taste the exposed skin of your chest, he pulled a taut nipple into his mouth making you cry out, grasping at his blonde locks while he sucked and nipped at your breasts, hands gliding across the back of your thighs to your ass so he could remove your tiny black panties. He pressed open mouth kisses to your calf then slowly made his way up from your knee to your inner thigh, when you smacked your free foot on the bed in frustration at his teasing he grinned like a Cheshire Cat and chuckled, you were certain your body had combusted into a raging fire all while Jake teased and nibbled on the soft flesh near your aching center, never quite touching where you needed him and you cried out in protest.

“Jaaaaaakkkkeee please!! I can’t- I can’t take it anymore” you hiccuped out a pitiful sob as you thrashed in his arms and he knew he had to give you what you wanted, he’d have all the time in the world to do this over and over again because you finally wanted him like he’d always wanted you. He grasped your hips dragging you so you were dangling off the edge of the mattress and dove in, lewd smacking noises coming from him as he made out with your soaking wet cunt.

“Sugar, you taste so much better than I dreamed” he whispered into you and you felt his moans vibrate into your core. Smug bastard really was good at everything, you’d never been wet like this before it was almost embarrassing at how needy he made you, pushing your core against his day old stubble and drooling mouth while trying to find purchase in the sheets.

“Oh God, so good you’re so good ah I can’t- Jake I’m gonna-“

He nipped at your clit and thrust two fingers inside of you, working you over through your orgasm as you gushed all over his face and screamed his name, pulling your arousal from your pussy into his mouth as he lapped up all of your release. You had suddenly gone shy, pink tinged cheeks and hands over your eyes but he wasn’t letting you off the hook, he was addicted now. Your smell, taste, the sounds you made as you fell apart it was all a high he’d never felt before and he needed more. He continued kissing your thighs while you came down, he wanted one more from you before he gave you his cock and he knew you could be his sweet girl and give him another. You propped yourself up on your elbows to pull him in for another kiss and saw the mischievous glint in his eye; he looked almost predatory as he covered your body with his and kissed you, all teeth and tongue, heated desperation for each other but before you could wrap yourself around him he was back between your legs, slick fingers in your cunt as you jolted off the mattress, strong arms pulling you back towards his face. “Jakey” you croaked out and he pulled back to grin at you, he had you exactly where he wanted you; overstimulated and begging for him.

“Need one more from you sugar, gotta make sure this pretty cunt can take me” he murmured as he continued to curl his fingers against that spongey spot that had you seeing stars sucking harshly on your clit and you came faster than you ever had, it was ridiculous how easily he could pull your orgasms from you, you knew he was nowhere near done for the night and the thought was thrilling.

You were drunk off of his mouth now, giggles spilling from your lips as he crawled up on the bed, nuzzling your face in his neck and holding him close.

“Hi” you laughed out as you gazed up into his pretty green eyes dreamily, he’d been so good to you, you wanted all of him, you knew he must be aching for you but he’d been determined to make you come undone. Always putting you first, like he always had. You wanted to give him everything, flipping the two of you so he was underneath you and he let out a frustrated grunt, furrowing his eyebrows which caused another round of giggles.

“Come on Cowboy, be good for me and let me take you for a ride, wanna make you feel good.”

He couldn’t help but buck up into you and grunt, lifting his hips so you could remove his briefs and finally take him into your hands. He really was gorgeous everywhere and you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on him but for now you needed him inside you, you’d have plenty of time to return the favor and take him apart.

You knew it would be a stretch no matter how wet you already were but as you sank down on him both of you gasped and writhed, the tightness of your pussy throbbing and fluttering around him. He kept praising you as you lowered yourself, the burn in your thighs riding that fine line of pleasure/pain as he finally bottomed out. “Oh sweet girl look at you, taking me so well. Fuck your little pussy was made to take me, looking like a damn goddess. Go on sugar, take me for that ride.” He was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort to let you take control, but he grinned that perfect smile at you placing his hands behind his head, thrusting up into you and chuckling as you yelped. Cheeky fucker, you were gonna render his smug ass speechless or die trying. “ ‘s big, oh God you feel so good, gonna give you everything Jake, you’re mine baby all mine.” He was done for, read his last rites because if he had to go he wanted it to be like this, trapped underneath the girl of his dreams.

You placed your hands on his chest and began grinding into him, slowly and then swirling your hips, watching his face as he went slack jawed, not as cocksure as he had been seconds before and as you pulled him out of you almost completely to slam back down he let out an audible whimper, hands reaching for your hips, pulling you flush to his chest so he could press his lips to yours, rocking into each other and tasting each others tongues, you would never be able to get enough of this, his warm hands gliding along your sweat slicked body, lips pressed to yours with your bodies connected as close as possible.

You were close, legs growing tired and he wanted to push you over the edge again. Flipping you both to press you into the mattress as he peppered kisses to your nose and cheeks, “come on baby, let me get you there, you did so good sweets, wanna see you come wrapped around me.”

You felt like a live wire, every nerve on fire with that all too familiar heat pooling in your stomach and you nodded frantically, winding your arms and legs around him as he fucked you hard, pressing two fingers to your lips you opened your mouth to suck on them, letting it ground you as you whined around the digits. “Good girl, so good for me, come on just a little more. Fuck! Taking my cock so well, you’re like heaven precious girl so so fucking perfect.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head almost painfully as you felt the coil snap and everything was molten heat and stars in your vision. Tears pouring from your eyes as you sobbed a broken cry, sending Jake over the edge with you as you milked his cock, grinding into each other with sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered into the universe.

“Holy Fuck” Jake gasped out a laugh and brushed the sweaty strands of hair off your face, “ I know it’s too early to ask but damn woman I need to put a ring on you asap.”

You knew he was joking, but some part of you also knew this was it, this is what you’d both been missing. He may not be asking today, but one thing was for certain, Jake was the one and you were so glad you’d come back this weekend. Everything had changed and you couldn’t wait to see what was next.

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[bricreative]

Thoughts on Life is Strange: Double Exposure so far (SPOILERS) because I think about this stupid series way too much

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings. Some of it’s good, but I’m mostly just sad and disappointed about the whole thing. I’ll try to keep it just about the game, but I also want to talk about the build up, how the marketing (so far) has mislead fans about certain choices and characters, how fans have been teetering on harassment to the devs, and what I’m hoping for in the chapters 3-5.

I'm sure there are others out there who can articulate these points better than I can and I'll probably repeat said points, but if you want to see a rare ramble from me, here are my thoughts, either in full paragraphs or bullet points ->

EDIT: Leaks are already coming out so half the shit I say in this probably doesn’t even matter 🙃

Early access has been out for more than a week now and I was only able to finish parts of it until I had to go on vacation. Parts of the story were spoiled for me before I got around to finishing the second chapter. So any “ twist” or revelation that did occur wasn’t as exciting as it could’ve been. And that’s mostly on me because I never really feel the need to block words/tags to avoid spoilers, unless I actually cared about said story.

And well, as much as I try to give Deck Nine some grace, the outlook for this game wasn't looking great to begin with…

Like the fucking break up with Max and Chloe?? While it wasn't a total shocker, the marketing has been leading towards that, it still left me heartbroken that this is how it's playing out. I was trying to be hopeful (delusional) that maybe they were going to do the long distance route. I thought that just made the most sense. I thought that’s why they were only releasing the first two chapters.

(I also know it was to get people to buy the ultimate edition, I know, I know)

I can see a route where taking some time apart could make sense given the overwhelming guilt, pain, trauma they obviously faced. But the way Chloe is currently written just feels so ooc? I don’t think she would’ve thrown so much shit Max’s way, especially about her rewind powers. I would think given it's been 10 years after the events of Arcadia Bay, she would trust Max completely. It’s also crazy considering Deck 9 made a whole ass prequel game revolving around Chloe?? And made a cute DLC with Max and Chloe as kids. It’s just baffling me how they’re treating her character.

I wonder what the reason was for not including Chloe more into the story. Did Square not want her in it at all? Did they even attempt to try and bring Ashley Burch back? I figured, they probably couldn’t get her to reprise the role full time, so maybe they opted her for a part time role, or a meaningful cameo. Are they hiding Chloe because they only have Rhianna and they’re afraid of disappointment/ backlash? 

And now we have lines from the original game redubbed by her, so it’s looking more and more like that’s the case. It’ll be Rhianna...

And look, I don’t hate her or her performance in Before the Storm, I’m just not crazy about it. She has some powerful scenes in it for sure, but I do think it is the weakest game of the series. At the end of the day, Ashley will always be Chloe, and she has the best chemistry/dynamic with Hannah Telle.

It doesn’t help that we barely know what happened in between the events of LIS and DE. It’s crazy to me that the writers didn’t even bother to put simple dates on text messages, some journal entries, etc. They have in the previous games, why not now? Are they hiding something or was it just an oversight or lack of care? And don’t get me started on the artwork in this journal....

It’s not bad but it's SO not Max’s style. It’s so cartoony? She’s writing less and less. What would’ve been cool to see is a portfolio of all of her previous work so far. She would’ve had SO much from traveling the country? Such a missed opportunity. AND an actual photo mode, hello?? What we have right now is kinda lackluster

I don't like that this series is becoming a glorified dating sim.The romances that did work in the past were built off of genuine connection and chemistry? They just jump right into this one?? 

While I actually do like Amanda, I can see them working in a BAY route only

Max would not go for a guy like Vinh in any timeline. Holy fuck, he’s so gross

It's just so obvious they had to shoehorn his romance route last minute

At this point, i'm agreeing with the argument that Max is a lesbian rather than a bisexual (even though I love the pattern that all lis protags are bi)

Or better yet, we don't have to go the romance route at all

I know all fandoms are annoying but the way certain fans have been acting towards the official accounts/ developers has been frustrating to witness?? I'm not saying you can't be critical, especially when it's on your own personal posts/accounts, but it's getting to the point where y'all are harassing them for every little fucking thing. I don't know, I just don’t have the energy to pester or harass accounts this fucking much. Don’t yall have better things to do? There are bigger things going on in the world

Focus all of that energy into creating art, writing, etc.

Remember that these characters are made up, it is a game

There’s a difference between thoughtfully criticizing and just plain bashing people

While I do think it’s frustrating, I can kinda understand why Square/D9 decided to be cagey about Chloe’s appearance. They’re walking a thin tightrope right now

There have been issues revolving around leaks even before the official announcement of the game came out AND there are leaks going around as we speak

They went the Last of Us II marketing route and essentially tricked people, yes. It sucks, it’s frustrating, I get wanting to build hype, any press is good press I guess

Maybe Chloe will have a bigger role in the later chapters? I’m more than prepared to eat my words but I’d rather maintain a little bit of hope here

I also think it's important to point out the things that I do like, at least to keep me sane:

The performances, especially from the first chapter, are pretty strong! Particularly from Safi, Max, Amanda, and Moses. Like that performance capture technology doesn't get talked about enough! The level of detail, the expressions, it’s incredible! You don't even see that in AAA games sometimes!

I do love that D9 brings in talent from outside the gaming industry, really makes the performances feel well rounded. True Colors did this very well, especially with Erika Mori

The doppelgänger power that’s being hinted at is SO cool imo. Every time I think that there aren’t any other worthwhile powers they can bring into this world, they surprise me. I’m interested to see where they’ll take it

Maybe they’ll do something fucky with Bay/Bae route. It’s hinted that timelines are overlapping. Maybe something crazy will happen.

What if we encounter multiple Max's (again) maybe another Chloe, were already jumping between timelines

Maybe they’ll bring Rachel back, maybe the doppelgänger ruined Max and Chloe’s relationship. We don’t know!

And look, I love this series. That much is obvious. The brain rot has always been there. I can joke and jest that this new story makes me sad and depressed, (even my playlist that I made is hitting different knowing that they broke up Max and Chloe,) but at the end of the day it's a GAME

I feel like I need to reiterate this for people but the game is still not fully out yet! I, at least, want to reserve some judgment before I fully decide how I feel about the game. Maybe they’ll surprise us, maybe Chloe will show up in the later chapters, maybe there will be a positive twist.

If it doesn’t turn out that way then that’s fine too! There are other games and comics and books to fall back on. There is so much more to this series than just Max and Chloe. I wish more people would realize that and give the other games a real chance

[wonderthor]

Birthday Bliss

late night quick writes

a/n: y’all i’m tired and gotta get up for work in like 3 hours😩😭

pairing: husband!geto suguru x black!female!reader

summary: sometimes things just don’t go as planned when you plan a special evening for your husband’s birthday, but that’s the best part.

warnings: married couple, SMUT 18+ (light choking, light degradation, pet names, mirror sex, p in v, no protection, creampie, light biting, cervix bruising, dirty talk, light slapping/spanking, light teasing), cursing, lingerie, unedited

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you were running very VERY late. it was your husband’s birthday and you planned this lowkey but special day for him and you were about to ruin it. you were ahead of schedule, as always, until you hit a bunch of unforeseen traffic on the way home from the mall. you told yourself you should have left earlier, but you were too busy looking at all the beautiful dresses in your favorite store. you went to the mall to buy yourself a sexy lingerie set, which didn’t take you long, but you still got distracted and now you were paying for it. which is why you’re on the phone scrambling around your closet trying to find your fancy dark blue gown.

“i know i know, i’m getting dressed as fast as i can! i’ll be there soon, just see if they can sit our table down when it’s time for our reservation in case i get there late. do you think i should just tell him to meet us there? i know it will ruin the surprise but that way he won’t be late to his own birthday dinner at least.”

you got undressed down to your new lingerie set as you talked on the phone and raked through your dresses. you finally found the dress you were looking for and laid it out. you were just about to unzip the dress to put it on when you heard a voice and felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your torso.

“hey baby, i missed you,” your husband whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

your eyes widened. shit, shit, shit! how come i didn’t hear him come in?, you thought to yourself. “umm, ok i’ll see you later bye!”, you rambled into the phone and hung up on your friend.

you turned around and broke away from geto’s grasp to face him, retuning a kiss to his cheek. “hey honey! i missed you too. but we’re going somewhere, it’s a surprise so i’m not gonna tell you, so i gotta get dressed real quick okay?”

you turned towards your dress and started to unzip it before you realized he was still standing behind you. you turned to him and noticed he was staring right at you, well right at your body. he was eyeing you up and down, with a look in his eye that you knew all too well. you looked down and realized you were in nothing but your new lingerie set that was meant to be revealed to him after dinner. damn, i guess nothing is going as planned today.

he walked towards you and you walked backwards, trying to create some distance. “baby wait, we’re going to a restaurant with our friends and we need to hurry cuz it’s almost time for our reservation okay? g-geto?”, you spoke in a calm, slow manner as if you were pleading for your life, geto slowly but surely walking closer to you as a hunter slowly closes in on their prey. your back hit the wall with a thud and your husband stared intensely down at you, and god did you feel like you were about to be eaten alive.

he swiftly grabbed your ass and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands instinctively holding onto his shoulders. “i don’t think they would mind if we were only a couple minutes late. besides, it’s my birthday so i’m allowed to get what i want when i want, right princess?”. he whispered the last two words right into your ear, causing a shiver to erupt through your entire body.

you and your husband’s phones were ringing off the hook, most likely because you were now wayyy late to your reservation. but for some reason you couldn’t even begin to care. maybe it was because your husband currently had you bent over the bathroom counter with his massive dick hammering away at your insides and turning them to mush. you gripped onto the counter for dear life to steady yourself, although you gave up on keeping your head up as your cheek pressed against the cool marble, drooling against it. your mind was nowhere to be found and your husband wasn’t helping as he whispered the nastiest filth into your ears. “fuck baby, sucking me in like the needy little slut you are. look at you, taking me so well, such a good girl for me. so tight princess, i could stay right here and fuck you all night and day if i could. you’re my perfect little angel, aren’t you baby? so pretty and perfect just for me.”

you could honestly cum from just his words alone, or from his dick splitting you open and bruising your cervix in every thrust. his hips swiveled and he ran right into your g-spot, making you jolt up and cry out. he snickered and moved one of his hands up, wrapping it tight around your throat. “look at you, baby. you look so pretty like this, so pretty when you’re about to come all over me. come on princess, open your eyes and look,” he swooned in your ear before giving two firm pats to your cheek, effectively making you open your eyes.

you faced your reflection in the bathroom mirror, saw how your eyes were lidded and drool ran all the way down from your lips to his arm that was around your throat. that caused you to focus on his strong arms full of bulging muscles and veins, then up to his sweaty hair that was all over the place. you clenched down around him, as watching him fuck the life out of you brought you that much closer to your high. “fuck baby, are you about to come for me? squeezin around me so fuckin tight. tell me sweetheart -shit!- tell me,” he called out to you, making you wonder how he could speak as if he was simply stating poetry all the while his hips were slamming into you at breakneck speed.

“about t-to cum, baby. please, please let me cum,” you moaned out mostly coherently. you’re eyes hit the back of your head as his powerful thrusts hit your sweet spot over and over and his heavy balls slapped against your puffy and sensitive cunt. he squeezed your throat even tighter and the pace of his hips told you that he was close too.

“oh shit baby, that’s right. cum for me, it’s okay, cum for me babygirl.” your entire body tensed as you came hard against him, shaking and jolting as you let out a stream of cries and whimpers. with a couple more thrusts, geto bit down on your shoulder, cumming inside you and filling you up to the brim. he gradually slowed his thrusts down to a stop, leaning on your back and your head fell onto the counter face first. all that could be heard now was heavy panting, although you really couldn’t hear much since your mind was still floating in the heavens above. once your husband was able to breathe calmly, he leaned up and slowly placed kisses all the way up your back. he kissed up to your ear and whispered, “come back to me baby.”

your soul crashed back into your body and you leaned up, supporting yourself on your shaky arms. “i’m right here baby, happy birthday.” he smiled at you and gave a deep and passionate kiss.

“thank you, and thank you for giving me the best gift ever.” he turned you around so you were facing him, pulling you into an intimate make out session. suddenly, you heard a phone ringing again and you both pulled away. oh shit. your husband walked to his phone first and you carefully hopped of the counter and followed him into the bedroom to get yours. you scrolled through seemingly endless texts and missed call notifications from your friends. they were probably pissed or worried, or both. your husband’s cackle broke you away from your phone and you looked up at him. he walked over to you with his phone.

“look at this, look at what satoru sent me.” he showed you the text on his phone that read: “oh my god, you’re fucking her aren’t you? all of your friends are waiting at this restaurant and you’re fucking screwing your wife while we wait and die of starvation. it’s okay, because i’m ordering the most expensive shit here and i’ll make sure you pay for it.😡😡”

you clasped your hand over your mouth as you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. “oh my god, we’re so horrible! our friends waited so long for us, i feel so bad!”

your husband laughed at your shame, “don’t feel bad, it’s my birthday remember? come on, let’s get dressed and try to make it there before everyone leaves,” your husband said as he threw a shirt over his head.

“ugh, i told you we should have waited until after dinner,” you said as you turned to walk into your closet. but before you walked away, your husband pulled you into him and held your chin so you looked straight into his eyes.

“oh don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll have plenty more fun when we get home later, okay?” he slapped your ass before letting you go to walk into your closet. now your cheeks were heating up for a different reason.

[your-local-hoemie]

ꕥ Genshin Impact ꕥ boyfriend headcanons, Inazuma edition~ part one.

This is a two part one cuz there’s a lot of characters and my brain only lets me write so many in one go >_<

I’m currently in the process of preparing to move in the next few months and hopefully starting a mortician apprenticeship so I’m exciteeddddd

Summary: Just head-canons about the Inazuma hotties :p

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, maybe a tiny bit suggestive, Gn!Reader, established relationship, not proof-read.

Characters: Heizou, Kazuha, Thoma.

Heizou~

Oh no. Suddenly I’m a criminal.

I sure hope no hot, flirty, pretty detectives come looking for me >:)

We all know how, um, Suggestive this man is.

He’s absolutely not subtle about his feelings towards you.

Always giving you little compliments followed by a wink.

He somehow manages to know exactly how to turn you into a giggling puddle within the first 20 minutes of hanging out.

Takes you on surprisingly? Very romantic dates!

His favourite is to bring you on a picnic under the Sakura’s or a quiet night with you both wrapped up in a blanket reading crime novels or cases he wants to share with you!

He doesn’t get jealous often.

Man has a EGO.

But on the rare occasion that he does, you can bet your ass that he’s going to be snarky as all fuck.

Not to you of course.

No no-

He’ll probably be overly clingy and flirty with you!

More than usual-

But the offending person will quickly get the idea that they’re on the receiving side of his wrath.

Might outright call them stupid hfkvjfod.

He’s into fishnets.

I’m sorry (I’m not) but he wears them too much for me to not believe this man would break the second he see’s you wearing them~

Also handcuffs ;)

I don’t think he’s the type to be overly protective of you.

Don’t get him wrong, he does worry!

He just know you’re capable of handling yourself in fights!

If you come back hurt, it’ll depend on the severity of how much he’ll worry.

If it’s just a few scrapes a bruises, he’ll likely patch you up while scolding you to be more careful!

“Man alive Y/N? *sigh* my occupation is ‘detective’ you know. Not doctor. Let’s try and keep it that way, hmm?”

But if it’s more serious then prepared to be babied hdhsjd

You won’t be allowed to do anything until he’s satisfied that you’ve recovered!

He’ll bring you the best food he can get his hands on in Inazuma along with cute plushies and will even work from your teapot instead of the office which makes him surprisingly more efficient-

If you ever get insecure about yourself then buckle up-

He’s prepared to give you his entire analysis on how he thinks you’re better than Celestia herself.

My guy has facts, evidence and probably a bulletin board to prove that to you!

He might be a little scared to say the special three words (aka “I love you”) at first but it doesn’t stay that way for long!

All it took was him seeing you, face first in a case file looking all disgruntled and frustrated with your nose scrunched up and his mouth spoke faster than what his brain could think.

He won’t say it all the time but he tells you at least once a day <333

He can’t bare the thought of you not knowing how much you mean to him, no matter how stubborn he is!

Kazuha~

I think I’ve made it obvious in my previous posts how pretty I think this boy is.

Like??????? Hello?????

God he would cHERISH YOU!!!

Definitely a little awkward at first but I head-canon that he’s actually really flirty!

He’s just super good at keeping it subtle enough that no one else notices shdufufuejjrifkAAAAAA

When he first started getting feelings for you Beidou referred to him as a literal love sick puppy.

He’s often sit on the end of the Crux (idk what ship parts are called) and write poems and haikus while looking up at the stars and blushing violently while thinking about you.

He definitely didn’t escape the crew’s teasing whenever he’d follow you around and seemed more giggly than usual!

Beidou was actually the one who got kinda tired of watching him run in circles so she set ya’ll up on a date without telling either of you-

Definitely said some cute poem when confessing!

“Like captured water, You hold me in your cupped hands. I flow on your palm.”

Haikus are confusing man wtf.

He definitely isn’t one for being kept in one place but it’s impossible not to notice how much longer he seems to stay around you!

And when feels the time is right for travelling again, he’ll often ask you to accompany him!

He’ll always bring you back a souvenir if you’re too busy to go with him!

Always tells you how it reminds him of you too!

Like he’ll bring back a red/pink sea shell and explain how the colour reminds him of when you blush or laugh so much your cheeks turn red.

He is protective of you but not overly.

He’ll voice his concerns about any dangerous commissions or quests you take on but if you’re insistent then instead of stopping you, he’ll accompany you!

He’s such a sweet, quiet boy so it comes to a big surprise the first time he protects you.

Actually raises his voice and shouts for you to get to safety (like when he shouted for that one dude to stop hiding)

Obviously he apologises after and explains he just wanted you to move so you didn’t get hurt :(

Completely random but I head-canon that he’s close to Yoimiya and every year for your birthday, he’ll bring you to Inazuma and take you to a really beautiful spot then set off fireworks that he planned with her!

And if you don’t like fireworks then he’ll still take you to a beautiful spot with a picnic and just watch the sunset with you~

Thoma~

Pretty boy, good boy.

House wife, even.

He doesn’t believe he deserves you :(

Reassure this boyo.

He fell head over heels from the very first moment!

Every time you talked he’d get so flustered and stutter on every other word hdjjddjd!

Ayaka obviously knew what was going on and you did as well!

The both of you made out a plan on how you would confess to him and when you did-

Oh boy-

He almost started crying ududieifjck

Hugged you so tight for like a solid 3 minutes!

Ever since then, he always picks a flower from the tea house where you both made it official and brings it home to you!!

He’s a good cook so you can bet your lucky ass that you’ll have breakfast in bed on his days off!!

He’d also help fix your clothes if they get ripped during fights!

Ayato would definitely find the situation amusing so don’t be surprised when thoma suddenly gets the day off~

He does get very easily flustered so pda would probably be kept to the minimum unless you want the poor boy melting into a blushing puddle.

He’s not overly protective of you but he does worry himself into a stupor!

Like he won’t stop you going out on commissions but the second he see’s a scratch or a bruise, it’s out with the first aid and a stern lesson on how to patch yourself up!

He’s even made a personal travel first aid bag for you!!

At night when you’re laying in bed, there’s absolutely nothing he loves more than telling you about his day or listen to your stories while you play with his hair!

You’ve both become somewhat unintentionally popular!

Not to mention the people who are just a tiiiiny bit jealous that you’re the lucky one and not them.

Which you totally don’t relish in, just a little~

He can’t help it!!

He just loves talking about you and how happy you make him! Obviously people are gonna talk about how cute y’all are :p

He’s banned you from playing the pot game.

No one really knows how but you managed to give everyone who played it a stomach ache for a solid week.

Boy also insisted on teaching you how to play chess!!

He totally hasn’t let you win a handful of times just because he couldn’t bare to see how sad you looked when you lost

he also just wanted the table to stay in one piece-

This man refuses to go to work or to bed without giving you a good morning or goodnight kiss!

He adores how cute you are when he reminds you that he loves you even if it’s in a simple gesture!!

Ya’ll, I haven’t slept for three days and the hat man is starting to morph into cyno.

Yes I’m totally fine :3

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER TWO - READER

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 Last night felt… good. Well, with the exceptions of that loser creep that keeps bothering me, it was good. Refreshing, to be exact. Thanks to a certain someone, I won’t have to worry about that perv anymore. And now, my mind will be onto other things when I go to the bar.

 Toji Fushiguro. 

 I almost didn’t go out since it was Sunday. Usually, I keep that day reserved to relax and prepare lessons for my students. However, I decided to take a break. I’m thirty years old, and although I love my career, I dedicate a little bit too much time to it. For once, I wanted to live a little. 

 And I haven’t felt that rush through my veins in a while until those two hours I spent with Toji. 

 There’s something about his demeanor that immediately made me attracted to him. His presence screams confidence in a humble yet arrogant way. How he talks with charm unintentionally is calming. 

 I just admire how our conversation flowed well. Never a moment of silence. I listened to him, and he listened to me. The touch of vulnerability he showed me was unexpected, but it showed his comfort. 

 It didn’t feel like that was our first conversation either. It sounds silly, and I can’t put my finger on it, however, Toji feels… familiar. 

 The chemistry. The flow of us talking… Why didn’t he feel like a stranger? 

 And when he kissed me? I never thought I had that much strength. 

 I wanted Toji to fuck me so badly, and I know he would take care of me good. Those calloused hands that gripped my ass while kissing me, made me wet beyond measure. 

 Fuck it being a school night, or even if we didn’t leave so late, I would’ve been jumping on his cock last night. Maybe I should’ve allowed him to have his way with me in the bathroom at the bar. 

 It didn’t take long to realize we were sexually attracted to each other. It’s just the kiss solidified it. 

 Toji gives me rough yet passionate lover vibes. He would pull me by my coils, fuck me from behind and call me his good girl…

  Y/N, why are you so damn responsible?

 I honestly don’t know. The unhinged thing to do would be to let Toji come over to have sex. But I’m still trying to open up my shell a bit, especially after my recent engagement. 

 Well, ex-engagement. 

 Part of me feeling alive again was to do something that would help get my mind off my ex-fiancé that’s currently in front of me presenting a budget plan to me and the rest of the teachers. 

 “So, for this academic year, we’re looking to…” I fade out the voice of Nanami Kento. 

 Actually, Principal Nanami. 

 My relationship with my ex-fiancé, who’s also my boss, is… complicated, to say the least. We didn’t end on bad terms, but we didn’t end on good terms either. 

 We were together for five years, engaged for a year until I broke things off four months ago. Our arguing increased, which is normal in a relationship. However, it’s what we were going back and forth about that I was getting tired of. 

 Nanami (because I refuse to call him something as familiar as Ken) makes me look like an idler compared to his workaholic personality. And it wasn’t always like that. 

 Our relationship was perfect in the beginning. Fairy tale like. We would go on vacation, dates, road trips, and so much more. But as years passed, I truly believe he got comfortable. 

 It’s like he was burnt out from all the fun we had, and I blame that because of work. 

 I’m a teacher. He’s a principal. I have my fair share of demands being a teacher, but I know Nanami being a principal is far worse. Having to look over students, teachers, other staff members, constantly attend conventions on the behalf of the school—it took up a lot of his time.

 A lot of his personal time. 

 It meddled into our relationship. I was tired of doing things alone. Tired of not feeling loved and appreciated. Tired of fucking not getting any sexual pleasure from him. 

 And don’t get me wrong, sex with Nanami was amazing. It’s just we only had it once every blue moon. There’s certain things a vibrator can’t do that he’s an expert at. 

 So a few days before our fourth anniversary (I know that’s shitty), I decided to break up with him. Let’s just say Nanami wasn’t having it.

 Again, we argued. Some tears were shed, but the night ended with a proposal and a promise to change. 

 Too bad that promise was made with emptiness. We lasted about two months before he went right back to his workaholic ways. I was over it at that point. 

 Now here we are, months later where I try to avoid him as much as possible like he’s a plague. 

 It’s kind of hard to do that when these meetings are held at the beginning and end of every month. 

 “Any questions before we conclude the meeting?” he asks. 

 Nanami looks around for a response, eyes stopping at me. He tries to give me a small smile, but I look away. 

 He continues, “Okay. That’ll be all. Don’t hesitate to follow up with me if you all have any questions, concerns, or suggestions. I’ll be sure to take them down to pass along to the superintendents.”

 After Nanami dismisses us, I quickly gather my belongings to head to my classroom, but he stops me the minute I’m at the tip of the door. 

 “Miss L /N. May I have a few minutes of your time?” 

 “I have to prepare for homeroom, Principal Nanami. Can this wait until later?” Later, meaning never. 

 “It won't be long… I promise,” he says, earnestly.

 Like I don’t know the result of his promises. 

 I deeply sigh to myself and return to the meeting room. Nanami passes me to close the door and the smell of his cologne invades my senses. 

 Clean, minty with a touch of lemon and vanilla. 

  That’s the cologne you brought him . 

 Great. 

 “Everything’s okay, Principal Nanami?”

 “Y/N…” Every time he says my name it’s filled with such tenderness. Like that’s the only thing he knows how to say. 

 “You said you wanted some of my time. Is everything okay, Principal Nanami?” I repeat. 

 Nanami leans against the desk, hands in his pockets while looking at me. I take notice of the three piece suit he’s wearing and think how handsome he looks. It fills out his body perfectly. 

 “You haven’t been answering my calls.”

 “Because you call me outside of work hours,” I argue. 

 He hums. “So if I call during work hours, you’d answer?”

 “Ken, what do you want?”

 “Can I take you out for dinner this weekend?”

 I knit my brows. “Why?”

 “To talk, Y/N… To see how you’re doing.”

 Why are my cheeks suddenly getting warm? 

 I would be lying if I said I didn’t still have feelings for Nanami. They aren’t as strong as before, but something is still there. At one point in my life, I was madly in love with him. Despite us not working out, I genuinely wish him nothing but the best. 

 And maybe we can get to being friends again. 

 I just don’t know if now’s the time. 

 “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

 “Can you at least think about it?” His voice is still soft. “Please?”

 Before I can answer, the late bell rings. 

 “I have to go.” I’m already halfway through the door.

 “Would you let me know?”

 I look at him over my shoulder. “I… I’ll let you know.” 

 Class on Mondays is always the hardest for me. The day feels sluggish, and it moves like a snail. Again, yes, I love teaching, but I seriously cannot hang. Midnight was far too long for me to be out. 

 Actually, I have no reason to come since I had the company of a handsome fella. 

 How am I able to teach class while thinking about Toji? I don’t know, but I manage. My mind is split between today's lesson and the distinctive features of him. 

 Those rich emerald eyes. His dark locks. Pale yet a pretty shade of rose for his lips that’s accompanied by a scar that left me with questions. 

 Toji wore a baggy black outfit that had me guessing how his physique looked, however, from the looks of his hands and how they felt on my ass—I know it’s probably mouthwatering. 

 I’m honestly disappointed that I didn’t give him my number. I’m not a hundred percent ready for a new relationship, but also not opposed to one because I was checked out of my last for a while. But I do want to see Toji. 

 What’s the likelihood of me running into him at the bar again? Slim to none. 

 I guess we’ll see. 

 Anyways. 

 One of my students was reading a page of this week's book, a young adult psychological thriller, when the classroom door opened. 

 A boy stands there. Spiky hair, about five-foot-nine and green eyes. He looks at me, then around at the classroom before walking toward my desk. 

 “Hello,” I say with a smile. “Did you need help?” 

 He nods. “I’m a new student. Sorry for being late.”

 “No, it’s okay. I didn’t realize I would be getting a new student today” I told him. “It must’ve slipped my mind.”

 He stays silent. 

 “What’s your name? Do you feel comfortable introducing yourself to the class? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

 “Megumi.”

  No… this could be mere coincidence. I’m sure Megumi is a popular Japanese name. 

 “Nice to meet you, Megumi. I’m Miss L /N. Glad to have you here.” I’m left with no reaction. No expression. Just a blank face. “So, we’re reading right now. I only had a set amount of books. For now, you can share with one of the students, then I’ll be sure to get you a copy. Sounds good?”

 “Okay.”

 “Why don’t you go sit next to Yuji? He’s sitting in the back with pink hair and a red hoodie,” I said. “Yuji, raise your hand for me.”

 “Megumi, here-” I called him to retrieve his schedule that he left on my desk. But before I give it to him, his full name catches my attention. 

  Fushiguro, Megumi. 

 This is no longer a mere coincidence, and now that I’m looking at Megumi, he resembles Toji— a lot. The features are uncanny. I can almost guarantee that’s how Toji looked when he was Megumi’s age. 

 Who knew the new student in my class would be the son of the man I’ve been thinking all morning? 

 Will I use this to my advantage? Most definitely. 

 It’s that time of year for me to schedule parent-teacher conferences, anyways. 

 “Miss L /N. Did you call me?” 

 “Ah, yes. Here. You left your schedule.”

 Megumi takes the paper from me and returns to the direction where I told him to sit. Yuji tries to whisper, but his whispering is on the verge of an outside voice. I can hear the excitement in his voice when he finally has a student that’s open to sitting next to him. 

 Yuji is a sweet kid, but I know he had a rough time growing up based on the little information he shared with me. It’s just him and his older brother. 

 Teenagers are definitely more judgmental than elementary schoolers, so I notice students avoid him as much as possible yet he still gives them the kindest smile. Megumi seems quiet so I think him sitting next to Yuji will help out a bit.

 “Yuji, you want to read the next page?”

 He stands up eagerly. “Yes, Miss L /N!” Giggles and whispers around the classroom, causing me to shoot a glare. 

 “Okay, sweetheart. And remember if you come across a word you don’t know, take your time or ask for my help.” He nods and begins reading. 

 I pay attention for the most part, but I can’t help but think about another chance at seeing Toji Fushiguro. 

 It thrills me, even. 

 I hope he feels the same. I would like to think he does. 

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[cool-cowboy]

Summary:

A continuation of my work Stress Reliever, in which you do something maybe a little stupid, which pisses off your easily annoyed partner, who then releases the stress you caused by saying mean things, along with doing you on the floor of the catacombs you fled into following your daring plan. He's mean, but it's all an act, a way to let out some long pent-up aggression, and you thoroughly enjoy it, anyways. It isn't necessary to read the first part, it's got enough context to catch you up if necessary. Anyways, enjoy!

Tags:

Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Hate sex, angry sex, rough body play, rough sex, dirty talk, floor sex, wall sex, name calling, praise kink, overstimulation, face-fucking, crying, held down, creampie

Blurb:

“I got us out, okay? Now get the fuck-!”

“You almost got yourself killed! What, that tired of me you’re gonna kill yourself?”

“Didn’t look like you had a plan! Quit acting like you give a shit, you would’ve been fine either way!”

“You think I don’t give a shit?! Fine, I’ll stop saving your ass then, fuckin’ bitch!... Keep tellin’ myself you’re good for more than a fuck, but you keep proving me wrong every goddamn time.”

Text:

“Hey, get your ass back here!” I’m being petty, but he deserves it, thought it’d be a good idea to scream in my face over something mostly insignificant, a plan gone haywire, something we’re both well acquainted with, only this was a much closer call than usual. “Quit fuckin’ walking away from me!” He's yelling, hand gripping tight to my arm, wrestling my knife away from me and shoving me against a dirty wall, forearm pressing a little too harshly on my throat, my most evil glare returned by my not so happy partner.

“I got us out, okay? Now get the fuck-!”

“You almost got yourself killed! What, that tired of me you’re gonna kill yourself?” He cocks his head at me, pissed, his body pressed tight to mine, my hands held above my head by rough fingers, not giving me any opportunity to squirm my way out of his hold.

“Didn’t look like you had a plan! Quit acting like you give a shit, you would’ve been fine either way!” We’ve been fighting a lot the past few weeks, being more violent with each other than usual, the mission we’re currently on entirely too drawn out, an almost impossible task leaving us tense and at each other’s throats, for him literally. He narrows his eyes, and he would be terrifying if I hadn’t known him so damn long, if I wasn’t used to the way he treats me by now.

“You think I don’t give a shit?! Fine, I’ll stop saving your ass then, fuckin’ bitch!” I scoff, and he doesn’t like it, letting out a displeased noise and pressing his arm harder against my throat when I try to get away, make myself less vulnerable to him, put some space between us so this doesn’t escalate any further. “Keep tellin’ myself you’re good for more than a fuck, but you keep proving me wrong every goddamn time.” That one hurt, and he knows it, was trying to hurt my feelings, not that it’s true, even if our relationship is complicated, we’re the only people we’ve got, stuck with each other until we really do end up dead.

“Well at least I’m good for that, can’t say the same about you.” He doesn’t give me the satisfaction of surprise, instead his lips pull up into what would be a menacing smile, if his dramatics really did have an effect on me. He brings his face closer, huffing a bemused laugh when I turn my head to the side, refusing him the eye contact he likes so much, his lips instead moving to rasp low, rough words against my ear, his fingers squeezing tight around my wrists.

“Yeah? Sure, we both know you’re a dirty slut for it, love my dick so much you’d probably let me fuck you right now…” I squirm, trying and failing to escape him, knowing he won’t do anything I truly don’t want, but not wanting to succumb to his trick, give him the satisfaction of giving in. “I know you too damn well, you can’t hide shit from me, you fuckin’ love it when I get like this, squeeze me so tight when I fuck you rough.” He pulls back, letting his arm against my throat drift so he can grip my jaw, forcing my face toward him, my eyes cast down, ignoring what we both know is the truth. “What? Can’t look at me now that your slutty little secret’s in the open? Why don’t you let me calm the both of us down, let me fuck you so good we’ll both forget how fuckin’ stupid you are.” He’s pressing his knee between my thighs, pushing against the crotch of my pants, a little smirk on his face when my eyes pull up, still mad, but willing to put that to the side, at least for now.

“I’m not stupid, get off-!” He’s holding on too tight, hurting my jaw and my wrists, my cheeks squished under his fingers, my struggling not at all aiding me in my escape, his low laugh earning him a glare, but he doesn’t mind, returns it, pressing his lips to mine, a little too harsh, groaning when I kiss him back, never the one to deny myself pleasure, and neither is he, god knows neither of us get nearly enough.

“That’s what I thought… I’ll give you what you need… If I don’t wring your pretty neck first…” He’s kissing down over my neck, nipping and sucking hard enough to know it hurts, his hands holding me almost perfectly still, his grip painful, bruising and hot on my skin. “Why can’t you just… Be a good girl and listen… Always doing some stupid shit…” He cares a little too much, never expresses it, too scared to lose someone else, lay his feelings out just to get his heart torn to shreds, his anger stemming from fear, a helpless sadness he's never been very good at handling. He releases my jaw, the pain still there where his fingers were pressed to my skin, his freed up hand running down to knead at my breast through my shirt, his thigh moving against the crotch of my pants making me gasp, his smile pressed to the base of my throat. He’s so big, looming over me and pressing into me, making me shaky and all too willing to let him use me however he pleases, embarrassing as that is.

“Leon-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear any excuses, shut your big mouth or I’ll shove my dick so far down your throat you’ll lose your damn voice.” That was creative, I have to give him credit, even if he is being horribly dramatic, not even letting me speak, though I guess he expects me to egg him on, which is fair, because I probably would have if he gave me the chance. He’s being rough, shoving his thigh up into me a little too hard, teeth pulling at the skin of my throat, his hand shoving its way up my shirt to toy with a nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, his dry laugh coming in response to my back arching to try and escape the rough treatment. “Don’t try ‘n run away… You love this shit, probably soaking your slutty fuckin’ panties over it, yeah?” It's easier, pretending to hate each other, keeping a safe distance from the truth, both of us all too aware whatever sick "Stress Relief" bull is going on between us is just an excuse to be close in a way we probably shouldn't. I turn my head away, avoiding his accusing eyes peering up at me, his hand pressing mine harder into the wall before releasing them, expecting me to keep them overhead, which I do, not wanting to incur more of his wrath than I already have. “There you go, now if you’d just sit this pretty and listen all the time I’d have no reason to get so rough…” His hand trails down, working my pants while the other plays with my nipple, hurting me, only a little, his lips softer on my skin, offering a sweet contrast he knows I’m a fan of.

“Le- Here?” I’m not supposed to speak, but this isn’t exactly a great location, some dusty, dirt-floored catacombs under the city we’re meant to be ridding of B.O.W’s. He pulls back, tilting his head to get a look at my face, my head turned away from him, eyes meeting his from the side, his look a little amused, still pissed, the tension of my near mishap keeping his body tight, all his worry for me, mine for him, protection all we're really able to offer each other in the way of affection, other than sex, which is never very loving, always under the guise of hate, annoyance, some made up shit that's lost its validity over time.

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t want it? Yeah right, that look you’re givin’ me is sure making it seem like you do, your slutty ass would do it anywhere, never pass up the chance to get some dick.” He grips my jaw, making me look at him, my head tilted up, his quick breaths puffing hot air into my face, all movement pausing for a few seconds as he looks at me, angry, but pensive, making sure I’m into this before sinking back into the aggression he’s usually so careful to hide. “Go ahead, tell me, wanna hear you fuckin’ say it, tell me you need my dick just as bad as I need your perfect fuckin’ pussy.” I planned not to indulge him this time, I really did, but I truly can’t deny him, we’re the same, and there’ve been plenty of times I’ve gone off the rails, and he’s never minded, just gave me what I needed to calm back down, usually in the form of a few orgasms.

“Okay, yeah.” He doesn’t find that satisfactory, just looks at me some more, eyes narrowed, shoulders hunched with uncomfortable tension, his anger at my actions mostly unwarranted, but also a little endearing, one of the things that lets me know he cares a lot more than he lets on. He doesn’t move, just watches me, waiting on a better response, his free hand up under my shirt, pinching my nipple, prompting me to respond a little quicker. “Shit-! I want you, okay? Just, stop-!” He lets go, smoothing his thumb over the sensitive flesh before pushing my shirt higher, up over my breasts, leaving it bunched up, the cool air underground making me shiver.

“Like I said, slutty.” He kisses me, grinding his hard dick into me as he shoves at my pants, letting them pool at my feet, not giving me any room to get them off, length of his body pressed to mine, his hands on my hip and the side of my neck, mine still held above my head, my arms hurting a little from being in this position so long. “Such a… Dirty bitch… Letting me fuck you like this…” He’s a little breathless, huffing into my mouth between kisses, his hips grinding into me making me feverish, his lips rough and covered in spit. “You’d probably love it if I shoved your face into the dirt… made you look just as dirty as you act… Probably cum so hard you’d start crying for me…” He groans, hooking his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifting, all the way up until he can rest my legs over his shoulders, my pants fallen to the ground in the process. “That can wait, wanna get a taste of your sweet pussy first, make you feel so good you’ll listen to me from now on.” He presses his nose and lips into me, inhaling, his eyes falling closed, my hands rested on the top of my head, arms burning too bad to keep them held up. “Fuck, you’re hot, too bad you’re so goddamn annoying…” He keeps his eyes closed, mouthing at me through my underwear, sucking and groaning and squeezing his hands on my hips, offering a little pain when his nails dig in.

“Should probably take those off, yeah?” He pulls back, lifting his head to look up at me, frowning, pulling back from the wall a little too suddenly, holding me up when my upper body falls back from the loss of support.

“Put your hands behind your back.” I look at him, waiting a few seconds before following his command, eager to get him to make me feel good, even if it means not using my hands, which are unnecessary, he can get me off perfectly fine on his own. “There… Now shut your pretty fuckin’ mouth until I’m ready to stick my dick in it, keep running your trap and you won’t cum at all, I’ll edge you until I get bored and leave you soaked and unsatisfied.” I don’t say anything, just shake my head, my unamused look drawing a rough laugh out of him before he presses me back to the wall, the rock digging uncomfortably into my bare arms, his face pressing into my panties a helpful distraction from the roughness scraping at my skin. “You taste so damn good… Such a good girl when you wanna be, wish you’d stay like this, listen this well all the damn time…” He sneaks his hand around, pulling my panties to the side, his eyes cast down at my surely soaked privates, his tongue swiping over his lips at the sight. “Want you to sit still and take it, none of that squirming shit you like to pull, got it?” I nod, letting my head lean back, his tongue against me wet and warm, trailing slick up to my clit before lapping at it, his eyes peering up at me, one of his thumbs rubbing tentatively at my hole.

The rock is hurting me, but I don’t say anything, afraid he’ll make good on his promise to leave me needy, his tongue against me too good to risk losing. I let out a low sigh when he presses his forefinger inside, easing me open, his lips closing over my clit and sucking harshly, a little painful when his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, my thighs trembling lightly from the harshness of it all. He pulls his face back when I really start to shake, looking up at me and easing another finger inside, being more gentle than usual, watching my face as he works them into me, a shaky breath pulling from his lips when I meet his eyes.

“There you go, making me wait so damn long… Keep those eyes on me, yeah? Wanna see the look on your face when I make you cum…” He’s speeding his fingers up, being a little rougher, squelching sounds a little too loud in the quiet of the catacombs, thumb of his working hand pressed hard to my clit, unmoving, just applying deliciously painful pressure to my overly sensitive nerves, making me squirm, needy and hot and shaky from the intensity of his touch. “Lucky I even give a shit if you’re ready, you’d probably love it if I shoved inside without stretching you out first, always ready for some dick, huh?” I let out a low whine, embarrassment settling in my gut making me feel almost sickly, his fingers fucking into me roughly, pressing hard to my g-spot, my legs twitching around him, hips held still from seeking friction against his thumb to send myself over the edge.

“Le- Please-” He stops, completely, goes still and stares at me, holding down his smile when I squirm, nails digging harshly into my hip making me grimace.

“Dirty bitch, can’t even wait for it, huh? Being nice and making your stupid ass cum, and you can’t even follow a couple directions.” He breathes a long sigh, hot air fanning over me making me flinch, his eyes cast up toward me, judging, looking down on me, even if he is below me. “You want it?” I nod, unsure if speaking would be a wise choice, since it nearly just got my orgasm privileges revoked, his lips quirking up making me wary, unsure about what he’s planning. He moves quickly, dropping my legs from his shoulders and letting me fall down onto my feet, the rock ripping the skin of my arms forcing a pained noise out of me, his expression going softer, my legs swept out from under me before I’m laid out on the floor, on my back, looking up at him looming over me. “I’ll clean you all up when we’re done, okay?” I nod, not minding the stinging of the cuts along the backs of my arms, more than used to the feeling of broken skin, not willing to give up on getting some relief to get the wounds taken care of. “Didn’t think, you c’n dig those nails into my back, make us match…” He sinks to his knees, slotting his legs underneath mine, looking at my face as he presses his fingers back inside, his free hand reaching for mine, holding them down on my stomach, humming in approval when his fingers make me moan, my hips shifting uncomfortably from how rough he’s being, his thumb finally moving against my clit, offering light pleasure to offset the tension he’s caused, my body wound tight, shaking and struggling against him, whining a little too loud when I feel my orgasm coming, the sound cut off by his hand closing over my mouth, shoving my head to the side and smearing my cheek into the dirt. “Shut the fuck up, being so damn loud the fuckers above ground’ll hear, so fuckin’ needy, so easy, nasty fuckin’ slut, go ahead, give me what I want, cum for me, squeeze my fuckin’ fingers and- shit, there you go, be fuckin’ quiet, stupid bitch, you look so good, open your eyes, yeah, keep ‘em on me…” He works me back down, pulling his fingers out and rubbing my clit until I come down, then a little after, making me whine, any attempts to escape stopped by rough hands.

“Le, please-” He doesn’t stop, just holds me still and works his finger against me, watching me, enjoying himself. “Hey, please- just- let me suck your-Nnh- dick-!” It hurts, my legs shaking, whole body tight with pleasure, not getting a break between orgasms making me terribly sensitive, and he knows it, pressing too hard, making it hurt a little more than it has to.

“In a minute, you’re not done yet, not fucked out enough, want you crying by the time I’m done, sobbing on my dick.” I groan, letting him continue, not that I have much of a choice, his strong hands holding me down, forcing me toward another orgasm less than a minute after my first, nearly there, my body feeling hazy, warm with the pleasure he’s giving me, only a little too much, the perfect amount of painful. “You can take it, yeah? Course you can, you’re fuckin’ loving it, ready to cum again, such a good girl…” He presses my face to the dirt when I moan, twisting my neck a little further than what’s comfortable, smearing my face with soft soil, my eyes clamped shut, insides closed tight around his fingers, my orgasm a duller pleasure, his words spoken from lips close to my ear as he leans over me. “See? I know you need it, wanna be so fucked out you can’t think, I’ll give you a break, make sure my dick’s the only thing on your mind.” He pulls his hand away, running it up my stomach to turn my head back forward, his head pulling back to look into my face, messy and wet with sweat and maybe a little drool. “So pretty, you look good all messy for me… Still wanna suck my dick?” I moan, letting him pull me up onto my knees, brain hazy as I come down from my orgasm, confusion settling when he walks around behind me, gathering my hands, soreness on my wrists making me groan, something tied tight around them holding them there.

“Hey, what’re you-”

“Let’s not pretend you don’t like this shit, shut your slutty ass up and let me take care of you.” He comes back around, looking huge above me, a hand caressing my jaw, softness unexpected after the roughness I’ve endured the past few minutes, his expression almost loving, gazing down at me as he takes care of his pants, kicking them and his underwear off to the side, gripping his dick and staring at me.

“Are you gonna-”

“Shit- Fucking stop talking, jesus.” He’s acting exasperated, as if my voice is insanely grating or something, which I know isn’t true, he’s told me on multiple occasions I have a pretty voice, even if I apparently am terribly annoying. He presses his dick to my cheek, heaving a sigh and looking at me, eyes low, enjoying the sight. “Can’t fucking believe how well you take this… ‘s almost the size of your fuckin’ face, but I guess you do have a big ass mouth…” He pulls back, pressing the head to my lips, sliding himself inside when I part them, holding me still by my hair so he can fuck into my mouth, something I thoroughly enjoy, even if it does keep me from breathing. “Gonna let me fuck your pretty face? Yeah? I’ll bet, you look so fucked, so ready for it… Gonna move you, work this slutty throat on my dick…” He drags me away by my hair, hurting me a little with his grip, stinging my scalp, his hips moving, sinking him almost fully into my mouth, gagging me, the ‘gup gup gup’ of him pushing into my throat making him groan, head tilted back and all, his hands on either side of my head pulling me into his thrusts. “Goddamn… So good at this, so-God- tight for me, look so fuckin’ good with your hands behind your back, so slutty for me, right baby?” I moan around him, eyes hazy with tears, wetness streaming down my face as I let him thrust into my mouth, choking me, not giving me a second to breath, his noises getting a little whinier as he goes. “Love when you suck my dick, ‘s the only-Nnh- fuckin’ time you’re quiet, only time I don’t wanna-hah- wanna- Fuck-!” He groans, loud, shoving himself completely inside, staying there, keeping me from breath I’m desperate for, whiny, choked moans vibrating against him making him twitch before he pulls out, all the way, his dick soaked in spit connected to my lips, my head held up by his hands as I heave in some oxygen, gasping and panting, a hand smoothing over my hair as I calm down. “Ready to cum again? You know I’m not getting off unless it’s with your perfect fuckin’ pussy milking me.”

“Yeah…Yes…” I let out a dazed moan, not minding when he presses my face down into the dirt, cheek cool against the floor, my ass up in the air, presented for him, back arched a little harder than I like, hands uncomfortable behind my back, cut up and in an odd position.

“Fuck you look good, so fuckin’ hot, gonna fuck you so damn good…” He pushes inside, all the way, holding onto my bound hands to keep me from pulling away, one of his feet planted beside my knee, the opposite knee out of my sight, just behind me, giving him the stability to thrust into me, setting a quick pace, already worked up, ready to get me off and empty inside. “You feel so good, being so good for me, gonna let me cum inside, fill you to the fuckin’ brim, hope to god we don’t- fuck-!” He’s struggling, pressing his thumb to my clit to hurry my orgasm along, my mind filled with fuzzy pleasure, low moans and whines leaving me as he fucks into me, bouncing me on his dick, hitting my cervix and hurting me, but I don’t mind, as long as he keeps going, letting me feel full, keeps me distracted a little longer. “Shut-Ah- be fuckin’ quiet-! Being so damn loud, sound so-Nnh- pretty, sobbing for it, want my cum that bad? Fuckin’ shit…” He’s slamming into me, pulling me into him by my bound hands, whatever he’s tied me up with painful on my bruised wrists, the sounds of skin to skin filling the empty corridor, echoing obscenely, both of us too loud, too turned on to worry about consequences for the time being. “Can’t take much more, hurry up and-hah- squeeze this pretty pussy on me, be a good slut and cum for-Ah- me-!” I’m nearly there, his thumb working relentlessly against me, my legs shaky and unstable, the pain of his grip on my wrists pulling me up out of the dirt, giving him a better angle to press inside, his pace insanely quick, deep, sure to make me sore tomorrow, a low groan leaving my lips when he pulls me into him by my wrists, my upper body suspended in the air, tearful eyes staring down into the dirt my face was just pressed into.

“Le- shit-! Leon, hurts-Nnh- You’re-ah-!” I can’t talk, just give up and let him do what he wants, my orgasm nearly there, my body almost too overstimulated to register it, legs shaking so hard he’s holding me up with a hand on my lower stomach.

“You like it, just-nngh- take it, like it so fuckin’ much you’re crying for it, whiny bitch, so-ah- fuckin’ annoying, complaining even when I-Shit- give you exactly what you- you want. Shit, you’re fuckin’ cumming, good girl, so good, shut the fuck-ah- up-! So-hnn- stupid, lucky I love you-Nnh- so goddamn much-!” I’m nearly unresponsive, just taking what he gives, my orgasm hazy and warm, but his confession brings me back, draws a needy moan out of me, which prompts him to press fully inside, twitching and filling me with warmth, the feeling euphoric, filling some primitive desire in my head. “Shit-! Such a good-Nnh-! You make me cum so fucking hard, filling this sweet pussy so good…” He pulls me upright, sat backward in his lap, his dick grinding into me, cum dripping out of me as he comes down, speaking and kissing at the dirty side of my face and neck. “Fuck… such a good partner… my pretty girl… taking it so well… Cumming so much it’s making a goddamn mess…” He groans, letting his head slump down onto my shoulder, keeping himself seated inside, one hand moving to release my bound wrists, rubbing the tension out of them, caring, soft in a way he usually doesn’t let anyone see, kept quiet and buried beneath his carefree, unbothered persona. “Should probably take care of these now…” He runs his fingers over the torn skin of my arms, stinging the wounds, but I let him, turning to peer at him over my shoulder, waiting a beat, speaking only once his eyes meet mine.

“You love me?”

[canonicallyobserving911]

“You know, it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just… click.” - Ficlet

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New Buddie Fanfic and New Buddie Series

The third ficlet in the "What do you want?" Series in now available on AO3. “You know, it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just… click.” - When Buck comes face to face with Eddie’s new friend; he hates it but since he’s only told Maddie about his breakup with Tommy, Eddie’s still under the impression he’s taken. Therefore, Eddie makes plans to spend even more time with his new acquaintance.

“You know, it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just… click.” - 5.1K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

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Here's a snippet from an emotionally angsty conversation Eddie and Buck are having just before their shift ends.

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Buck asks, “So uh… yesterday you said you and Chuck spent a lot of time together over the weekend. You went to a couple of festivals and he cooked for you, right?”

“Yeah, we had a good time.”

“Hmm… so who exactly is this guy? I—I mean you said you two were in the academy together but Eddie… that was more than 6 years ago so how did you two get close so quickly?”

He shrugs his shoulders and he knows he’s about to be petty as hell but Buck broke his heart and the longer he stays with that ass clown Tommy Kinard, he’ll keep breaking it and he doesn’t want to keep trying to mend it with band-aids and duct tape.

“We have a lot of things in common but when we were in the academy, we both kept our heads down and we did the job because we weren’t there to showboat or be in competition with anyone.”

“What kind of things do you and him have in common?”

How will their conversation end? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Will Buck finally tell Eddie that he broke up with Tommy several days ago? 👀

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"What do you want?" - A Series of Ficlets

Currently 3 works completed; 13.4K Words: Rated; Teen and Up Audiences:  This is a series of “Ficlets” that I’ll be writing over the course of the next few weeks and my goal is to keep them under a certain number of words. I’m challenging myself to do it this way for multiple reasons but mainly because I want to see if I can write a full Buddie story by including smaller fics in a series in comparison to the multi-chapter fic I’m still in the process of writing titled, “I’m still in love with you but… I needed to learn how to love myself too!” I only have 9 chapters left before I finish it but once I’m done, I’d like to continue writing Buddie fanfics. However, this time I’ll start with my dislike for the way season 7 ended instead of the way season 6 did. Finally, I have a lot of WIPs that I want to finish and I figured I can turn them all into ficlets to build the full story for Buck and Eddie.

Since these ficlets will be posted in order, it’s imperative to read them one after the other. Each part ends at a specific point with a cliffhanger and the next part will begin with the ending of the previous part. Therefore, part 1 should be read prior to reading part 2 and the series will continue in that manner until it’s complete.

"You don't know math!" - 3.3K Words; Rated Teen and Up Audiences: Buck is forced to choose while Eddie might be presented with another option.

"Math is a universal language." - 5K Words; Rated: Teen and Up Audiences: Eddie reconnects with an old acquaintance and they spend a lot of time together. However, now that Buck’s single, he finally tries to understand math is a universal language but when he sees Eddie talking to another guy, he wonders if it took him too long to figure it out.

“You know, it’s like that thing when you meet somebody and you just… click.” - 5.1K Words; Rated: Teen ad Up Audiences: When Buck comes face to face with Eddie’s new friend; he hates it but since he’s only told Maddie about his breakup with Tommy, Eddie’s still under the impression he’s taken. Therefore, Eddie makes plans to spend even more time with his new acquaintance.

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[shiftersroom]

hi thala! 💞 so sorry if you don’t accept this kind of asks but i just feel like i need to vent and your vlog is always reassuring and comforting.

currently i’m in this situation where i just want to get out of this cr and permashift to my dr asap, but it seems like i can’t stop self sabotaging myself and i’m so so tired of it. last night i was crying my heart out because of how bad i felt about it. i’ve been practicing meditation so i can enter the void and even though it seems like i learned to keep my mind awake and body sleep i haven’t been able to get past that and it’s so frustrating. i know there’s tons of methods and also everyone says i don’t even need one but i idk why i have this idea that i need some method to detach from my cr really printed on my mind. for the self sabotaging part, i can’t help but have trust issues regarding myself and the community, sometimes it’s my intrusive thoughts making me doubt about shifting being real/posible and other’s successful experiences (saying it must have been a lucid dream or they are just making it up and i really HATE and feel guilty to discredit their experiences in that way 😭) and other times my belief in shifting is unwavering but i don’t feel capable of it. i'm not even the kind of person who has ever had any “closer attempts” or mini shifts and has been really hard for me to find what works best for me, meditation is by far what i’ve been trying the most but i’m just so impatient that sometimes i can’t help but feel that i’m going nowhere. my mind is really so stubborn when it comes to trying to change negative thoughts.

sorry for all of this, i don’t have shifting friends or someone i can share this stuff with. i don’t usually tend to feel this way but last night i just kinda collapsed, it crossed my mind that maybe i'm wasting my time and that i should just give up but i don’t want to, if this shii is real i need to experience it no matter what. i want to be with the ones i love and live the life i want. i don’t want to stay here any longer. i want to try loa along with shifting but then again, my intrusive thoughts say that i’ll be just gaslighting myself and all that.

i know no one else can fix these problems for me, but i’m so scared of failure or just being delusional for believing in all of this. sorry again for the long vent, i needed to get this off my chest. love you and your blog so much thala. if you don’t really want to accept this because honestly is like a long ass and probably demotivating ramble it’s totally okay, but thank you for taking the time if you do. hope you keep being happy and having success with everything you do. 😭🫶🏻

hello 💕 please feel free to vent, i don’t mind.

i completely understand your level of frustration, i badly want to permashift too and i have little breakdowns every few months once it catches up to me that nothing has fully worked yet.

the void can take a long time to perfect. i mean monks spend decades learning to meditate! why don’t you try something other than meditation? if you’ve given it a good go and it hasn’t worked, it’s probably not the method for you. i recommend a short break before trying a new method. rn i’m writing an affirmation 100 times a day. but honestly if that doesn’t work i’m straight up gonna lay there and visualize for 8 hours every night. i’m getting out of here no matter what.

try asking yourself what you think will work for you - sometimes we know the answer but we need to sit down and think about it. for example i keep doing affirmations, or short visualizations. but i feel what will make me shift is just laying there and telling myself to stfu and visualize until i’m there, even if it takes hours.

as for the self sabotage, i cope with that by watching my favorite creators and realizing that no one in their right mind would upload years of unpaid content that most people would ridicule us for, all for it to be a lie or joke. especially older shifters. and the other thing i like to do is remind myself that if i shifted and came back, no matter how ridiculous the experience was it’d still be real - so even if you don’t believe someone bc it sounds outlandish, it can still be real.

i’m also scared of being delusional but i simply cannot and will not remain here. there is no other option for me, so i’ll persist forever. the first time i shifted i had no idea id shift. that keeps me motivated, i could feel awful and still wake up in my dr tomorrow.

forever posting this reddit post by someone who shifted after 5 years, this was my fave comment of theirs:

and that motivates me even more - even if it’s fake i’m gonna make it real.

i also struggle with trying to change negative thoughts and my mindset, i’m in my mid 20s this stuff is harder to believe in at this age, and my mind has been tainted by years of bad experiences. but as hard as it is i’m forcing myself to get over it and try everything, bc i just need to shift once and all my bad experiences will be over.

i’m sorry if i gave you a big rant in return haha, but i hope this helps!! 💕 i’m so happy you like my blog and thanks for your sweet words 🥹

[its-jaytothemee]

Until I Met You - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Familiar Faces

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 5,514

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: Tav and the gang work to free up the tiefling prisoners from Moonrise. When they finally return to Last Light, someone new is there waiting. Part 27 of the slow burn fic. Tav and Halsin POVs.

Tags: Slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries, brief suicidal thoughts.

A/N: Bit of a longer chapter but it'll be worth it! So thankful for everyone who has continued reading and supporting <3

Tav wiped the sweat from her brow as she examined the small group of dead guards at their feet. The overwhelming odor of death and decay sat in a thick haze around them, stinging her eyes and nostrils. 

Karlach had immediately started a fight with the guards at the bottom of the stairs when a scrying eye startled her and she slammed it into the nearest wall.

“What’s the point of having a safe word if you’re going to dash ahead of us anyway, darling?” Astarion scolded Karlach in a low whisper as he wiped his daggers clean on one of the cultist’s robes.

“Sorry, there’s just something about the way those scrying eyes feel when I throw them against the wall. I got excited.” She yanked her sword out of the chest of the mage she had killed.

Tav kept a wary eye on the doorway in front of them. If any other guards had heard their little kerfuffle, they were being remarkably quiet about it.

“Let’s move the bodies out of view and keep moving.”

They were able to stash the bodies in a side room before moving into the main prison area. Blood and gods only know what else clung to every inch of the place. With each step, her boots stuck to the ground ever so slightly, making a light popping noise each time she picked up her foot. She took note of the two guards patrolling the large chamber containing a row of prison cells with a large central tower overlooking the room.

And another scrying eye.

“Chk. I do not like these humming purple orbs that seem to be prevalent among this cult,” Lae’zel hissed behind her. “I can feel their gaze following me no matter where I turn.”

“We’ll need to take care of both of them before we can get any prisoners out,” Tav whispered, “otherwise they’ll cry for reinforcements and then we’ll be well and truly fucked.” To her side, she saw Karlach’s hands twitch.

“Not yet, Karlach. We need to find the prisoners first,” She kept her voice low as they approached the cells.

To Tav’s relief, one of the first cells they passed held a few familiar faces. Multiple tieflings sat in the cell, two of them were leaning on the bars at the front.

No Zevlor or Mol though.

As they continued her stroll through the dungeon, she spotted another cell, filled with gnomes. She started to approach them, but one of the True Souls stopped her.

“You! True Soul! These prisoners are for Disciple Balthazar’s attention only.” She glared at their small adventuring party.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a loyal assistant to him, isn’t it?” Tav snapped back. “He sent me back from the Thorm mausoleum to question these prisoners on his behalf. Shall I make the long trek all the way through the shadows to tell him why you stopped me from following his orders?”

“A-apologies, I wasn’t aware.” Tav’s sudden outburst seemed to startle the guard. “Please, carry on, and do pass on my apologies to Balthazar.” She gave a quick, nervous bow before hurrying away.

The True Soul continued her patrolling of the prison. Tav could feel the eyes of the prisoners on her as she studied the guard’s path, trying to make sure the mess from their previous encounter wasn’t discovered. Satisfied, she approached the cell holding the gnomes.

“I’m looking for someone named Wulbren,” Tav kept her voice soft, “is he still alive?”

“You bet your sorry ass I’m still alive, you cultist freak,” he shot back at her.

Tav smirked. “I’m not with the cult, someone named Barcus Wroot sent me to find you.”

“Barcus…” The suspicion in his eyes started to fade. “But you ordered that guard about as if you were the godsdamned Absolute herself. Why would a True Soul want to help us?”

“I’m not really a True Soul,” Tav looked around, keeping an eye out for the guards to return, “I’m here to get you–”

She was cut off by a guard returning.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his questioning eyes scanned their small group.

“I’ll handle this one.” Astarion took a few graceful strides up to the True Soul.

“Dreadfully sorry, these prisoners are being so stubborn. Nothing for you to worry yourself over, my brother under the Absolute.” He flashed a dazzling smile at the guard, Tav just groaned.

“Disciple Balthazar never gave orders for these prisoners to be questioned. They’re to be taken below once his research is completed.” He ignored Astarion’s reassurances with ease.

“Oh, fuck it,” Astarion rolled his eyes, “Karlach, darling?”

She perked up next to Tav, the temperature around them began to rise with the heat from her skin.

“I think this guard needs a healthy dose of whizbangs.”

“Fuck yes.” She grinned as she swung her sword up high over her head before bringing it down into the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder. Just for good measure, Lae’zel drove her own sword into his abdomen.

He fell to the ground, the muscles on his face frozen in a look of shock. His blood seeped from the gaping wounds to add its crimson to the stained floor.

“And that’s how we handle that.” Karlach brushed her hands together and gave a proud nod.

An ear-piercing wail rang through the dungeon. 

Tav whipped around to see the other scrying eye had joined them. The reverberation from its cries bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the rooms.

The other guard on patrol whipped around to face them.

“Shit…Karlach, now would be a good time to crush that scrying eye against the wall before it calls this whole fucking tower down,” Tav growled as she launched an arrow into the shoulder of the advancing guard.

“Right!” She made a frantic lunge at the purple orb, but it swerved away at the last second, sending Karlach tumbling to the ground.

Lae’zel started making arcing swipes at the guard as they closed in, catching them in the side and slicing through their armor. Astarion finished them off with a frighteningly quick stab of a dagger in their throat.

Yet another scrying eye let out a blood-curdling screech.

“Anytime you’d like to take care of those scrying eyes, Karlach, it would be most appreciated!” Shadowheart bellowed as a bolt of radiant energy flew right past it.

“How many of these fuckers do they have?!” Tav yelled as she fired an arrow at one of them. It bounced off the orb without even leaving a scratch.

Gale spun around to focus his attention on the closest one. A loud crack of thunder sounded in the room, leaving a small crater where he had cast the spell, and a pile of dust that used to be a scrying eye.

“C’mere you little shit!” Karlach snarled as she chased down the other one.

Just the one scrying eye left, so far so–

“What in the nine hells is going on out here?!”

The fighting came to a screeching halt at the newcomer’s voice.

Another True Soul came marching out from the tower that stood tall in the middle of the room. Her ornate robes and intimidating presence made Tav guess that this was the Warden of the prison.

Tav stood poised with an arrow on her bowstring, Karlach next to her palming a scrying eye, arm cocked back and ready to throw it against the nearest wall.

They shared a brief look with one another before Tav shook off the shock of the new addition and fired an arrow into the Warden’s leg. She recoiled with a groan but kept her balance.

With her movement, the rest of her friends resumed their attacks.

Karlach turned and hurled the scrying eye into the Warden’s chest. The orb cracked against her breastplate before landing on the ground in fragmented chunks.

Thank the gods those are gone.

Gale’s and Wyll’s hands came alive with magic. Lines of fire and pure force shot from their fingertips at their new opponent.

The Warden had recovered from their initial attacks and aimed her crossbow at Karlach. The bolt soared through the air to hit her bicep, causing her grip to falter on her sword.

Astarion had dashed ahead of them, evading multiple shots from her crossbow before reaching her side and driving a dagger into her shoulder. She stumbled, but once again recovered quickly.

Karlach scrambled to pick her weapon off the floor. Blood poured from the wound in her arm in pulsing streams as she ripped the arrow out. Tav stashed her bow and ran to her side.

“Cover us!” she yelled at the others as she started a quick healing spell. It was enough to stop the bleeding, but not enough to close the wound all the way.

Astarion continued dancing around the Warden, slicing at her limbs and dodging attacks as they came.

Lae’zel charged in behind him, making the most of his distraction. The Warden was only able to get one more shot off before the greatsword pierced her throat, causing her to fall to the ground with a gurgling gasp.

“Fucking hells…” one of the tieflings yelled from their cell.

“Shadowheart! I need your help,” Tav called out. She came running over to Karlach and took over the healing. Between the two of them, they were able to get her wound mended.

“Ah, look at this,” Astarion flashed a small key ring in his fingers, “the perfect ingredients for a jailbreak.”

Tav walked up to the tieflings’ cell to get a better look at the people being held there. She counted only four prisoners.

“It’s you! You were the one who saved us at the grove!” one of the tieflings shouted from the back of the cell.

“Do you know where the rest of your kin are?” she asked, craning her neck to see around the corners.

“We’re the only ones here, friend.” The tiefling that spoke up was Lia, if she remembered correctly. She had convinced her and her two brothers to stay in the grove after the goblin attack.

“You haven’t seen Zevlor? Or Mol?”

“Mol wasn’t with us, and Zevlor can suffer below in every layer of the hells for all I care,” Lia snapped back.

Okay, we don’t have time to learn what that was all about right now.

“What about Arabella’s parents?”

“Komira and Locke? They weren’t captured with us, I saw them running away,” another tiefling answered.

This is all that’s left?

Tav shook the grief away, forcing herself to focus back on the task at hand.

“Okay, now in the nine hells are we going to get everyone out of here?” she asked, out of breath.

“I might just have a little solution to that problem,” Wulbren shouted from his cell down the way. Tav jogged over to speak with him.

“I need tools before I can do anything. If we can break through this wall, I’m almost certain there’s a dock nearby that we can use to escape. Should we be fortunate enough to find a boat, that is.”

“We’ll look around, if they confiscated your belongings, I’m sure they’re here somewhere. Sit tight.”

Tav scoured the central tower, grabbing anything useful. Gale seemed particularly enamored with an amulet they found. She snatched a few of the maps and letters scattered about, hoping they could provide some additional information about the cult’s plans. Multiple weapons and backpacks had been stored in a large chest labeled ‘Evidence,’ she assumed they belonged to the prisoners.

Satisfied with their looting, she led her companions back out to the row of prison cells.

“I assume this is yours?” Tav held up a small, well-crafted hammer in front of the gnomes’ cell.

“I’ll be damned, your feet fly fast, friend. This should have us out of here in no time.” He snagged the weapon from her hands. “If my assessments are correct, and they always are, there should be a dock somewhere behind this prison.”

“I’ll grab the tieflings and we’ll get out of here,” Karlach offered as she ran off with the Warden’s keys.

Wulbren started hammering away at the crumbling wall at the back of the cell. After a few minutes, they had created a hole large enough for everyone to crawl through.

With all prisoners accounted for and no further reinforcements rushing in to intercept them, Tav waved the rest of her party to follow them through the wall. Wulbren had been correct, there was indeed a small, secluded dock. A single boat bobbed on the water with metal chains anchoring it to the dock’s posts. She helped the gnomes and tieflings get situated as the others watched their backs for any additional guards.

“My plan is to hide out on the water for now, unless you have another solution you’d like to share?” Wulbren asked, out of breath.

“You won’t last long out there among the shadows. We’ll come with you, we know a safe haven. A place called Last Light Inn.” Tav motioned for everyone to get on the boat as she broke the chains holding it to the dock.

Their sail across the lake would have been silent if not for the sound of oars slapping against the dark water. Luckily, it wasn’t long before the shining moon shield came into view.

Tav pulled their boat close to the dock of Last Light. As the tieflings and gnomes unloaded, an agitated Harper came running down to greet them.

“Have you gone mad?!” He yelled as he panted to catch his breath. “You can’t just show up here and start unloading strangers, there are protocols damn it!”

“These people need sanctuary. I’m sure you can still go through your precious protocols on the dock. At least give them the dignity of standing on solid ground to do so.” Tav whipped around to glare at him.

“Fine, but no one goes inside until they pass the test. We can’t chance another infected infiltrating our ranks.” He gave Tav an apologetic look. “Erm, present company excluded I suppose.”

“What test? What is he talking about?” Wulbren stormed up next to Tav. The grim, weary expressions around her shifted to panic.

“He just wants to make sure you’re not infected. It’s safe and painless, I promise.”

“Okay everyone, line up against the wall there, we’ll have this over in no time.” The Harper pulled out a jar with an illithid parasite and began his tests.

Tav and her companions made their way back up to the inn. Everyone else went to mingle and trade while she reported to Jaheira.

The High Harper sat at the same table where they had their conversation the day prior. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she poured over the maps and books sprawled over the table’s surface. A glass of wine sat to the side, her fingertips idly strumming along the base, another glass sat across from her.

“So, what did you decide to slip into my glass today?”

“Nothing but the finest swill I could scrounge up from the basement,” she shot back without looking up from her book.

Tav couldn’t fight back the smile her quip drew forth.

No wonder Tev liked her so much.

“We made it into Moonrise.” Tav sat down with a grunt, just now realizing how badly her legs ached. “Ketheric was there to greet us. A goblin threw a halberd into his chest, and he plucked it out like it was a splinter.” She took a large swig of the wine in front of her. It was a bold and dry red with a slight spice that warmed her entire chest.

“A gruesome sight, no?” Jaheira looked up at her. “What have you learned?”

“Not much, I’m afraid. But we were able to keep our True Soul identity intact while we were there, at least for now.”

“You are afraid you will have that cover no longer?”

“Well, we did just free all of their prisoners from the dungeon,” Tav admitted. “They’re being tested down at the docks.”

“How many witnessed this?”

“We left no witnesses, but there were tthree scrying eyes. We took care of those too, but we still have no clue who is monitoring them,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Good girl.” Jaheira smiled at her. “Is there anything you learned that could help us?”

“Ketheric is calling himself a ‘Chosen of the Absolute’ now.”

“Our paladin is not picky it would seem,” Jaheira scoffed. “Another True Soul in this Absolute army?”

“That’s the thing,” Tav drummed her fingers along the surface of the table, “he wasn’t infected with a tadpole.”

She thought back to her attempt to penetrate his mind like she had done so many times before on other members of the cult.

“Are you sure?” Jaheira seemed surprised by this revelation.

“Certain. I tried to influence his mind using mine but there was no response.”

“So, he’s aligned himself with mind flayers willingly, abandoning Shar in the process? What does he stand to gain from this?” Jaheira’s mind was visibly racing as she considered this new information. “Was there anything else?”

“We were asked to check on one of Thorm’s trusted advisors. Apparently, they lost contact with him after they went to retrieve something from the mausoleum on his behalf.” Tav swung her bag around to grab the items she nabbed from the dungeon. “Also, we stole a few invasion maps and letters that I figured could be useful.” She added them to the small stack in front of Jaheira.

“I see you have not forgotten your training, little ranger. The tiefling prisoners have been released, and this advisor seems like a promising lead, the best one we have had in some time.” She paused to take a sip of her wine. “So why do you look so downtrodden?”

Tav pursed her lips. “There was still no sign of Zevlor or Mol, Arabella’s parents are still missing. We learned nothing of Duke Ravengard. And we still don’t know the source of Ketheric’s invulnerability.”

Jaheira looked around the inn, checking to see if anyone was within earshot.

“Tav’ahria, do not do this to yourself.”

“Do what?”

“Do not take on the weight of guilt that does not belong to you. We Harpers have more than enough to go around, those of us with longer lives have even more so.”

“I’m not a Harper anymore, Jaheira.”

She smirked. “If you say so.”

A commotion off to her side stopped her from responding. The Flaming Fists that had stayed behind when Counselor Florrick left for Baldur’s Gate were gathered in a nearby room.

“What’s happening over there?” She craned her neck to try and see past the small crowd.

“Supposedly they found someone out wandering in the shadows. They believe him to be one of their ranks.”

“Could this be another trick?” Tav’s mind wandered back to Marcus, the Fist that had attacked the inn on Ketheric’s orders.

“They tested him, he is not infected,” she assured her. “But he did seem rather nonsensical. Feel free to visit with him if you wish, you never know what could link back to this accursed cult.”

“Thank you, High Harper. We’ll keep you updated on our progress.” She took one more sip of her wine before standing up.

“You’ve done the people here a great service, Tav. Do not be so hard on yourself.” Jaheira’s words were more of a command than a suggestion.

“I’ll try.”

Tav wandered through the crowd, catching bits of information here and there.

“…lost his mind he has…”

“…Cullagh…Duke Eltan…”

Duke Eltan?

Grand Duke Eltan had been the duke and leader of the Flaming Fist while she still lived in Baldur’s Gate. But that was over one hundred years ago, he couldn’t still be alive.

As her mind began to race with questions, she tried to strain her ears to catch more of the conversations around her. At the edge of the room, a young man laid unconscious in a bed. He was singing.

“Mm, mm, Thaniel and me are…are climb, climbing up a tree.” His melodic mumbles were almost lost in the loud bustle of the room.

Did he say…Thaniel?

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” Tav bellowed to stop the constant chatter around her. It at least seemed to startle everyone into silence, but she did receive some glares when they realized she wasn’t a ranking officer giving them orders.

She knelt next to the bed, listening intently to his song.

“Thaniel and me…climb, climb, climbing a tree.”

“Can you hear me? Did you say you know Thaniel?” Tav spoke in a low, hushed tone, not wanting to scare the man.

“We found him out in the shadows, just…wandering. Nothing survives out there for long, I don’t know how he made it here. We haven’t had any luck in waking him up.” Another Flaming Fist stood on the opposite side of the bed.

“I know that name he’s singing, Thaniel. I’ve heard it from a friend of mine.”

Halsin…

She snapped her attention back to the present. Regardless of her awkward encounter this morning, he would want to know that she had found something.

“You have? Do you think you could bring him here? Maybe he could help tell us what’s wrong,” the Fist asked, her voice hopeful.

Tav reached out to touch the man’s forehead. He had a thin layer of sweat and grime coating his skin, his dark, curly hair was a tangled mess. But there was an aura about him that she couldn’t quite place, something cold and dark. Whatever plagued him was no physical ailment.

Halsin seemed to think Thaniel had been imprisoned in the Shadowfell. If this man had met Thaniel, then he had likely been trapped there too.

“Yes, I’ll bring him back here. We’ll see what we can do to wake him up.” Tav stood up and looked the man over.

“Here, we found this on his person.” The Fist produced an envelope and handed it over to her.

“It looks like he was at the House of Healing.” She scanned the assignment letter in her hands, it was indeed signed by Grand Duke Eltan. The unconscious man’s name appeared to be Art Cullagh.

And it would seem he was here one hundred years ago when the shadows were unleashed.

“Tav! There you are.” Karlach came barreling through the room. “Some of the others already went back to camp. What’s all this?”

Tav couldn’t form the words. She could hardly believe it. She may have just found the solution to the shadows, to the curse.

“Come on, I’ll explain on the way. We need to get back to Halsin now.”

***

Halsin had begun to pace around the plot where he had set up his tent. Shadowheart, Gale, and Astarion had returned an hour or so ago, but the others had not followed yet. Part of him worried that he had scared Tav off, that she was taking her time at Last Light to avoid him after this morning. Another bout of guilt ripped through him. In their short time together, he had come to cherish her company, her friendship.

What if she kept her distance from now on? What if she stopped seeking his company early in the morning before the others woke? What if he closed the door on them being something more in the future?

Another, much more bitter thought crossed his mind.

What if she no longer wants to help lift the curse?

He shook it away as quickly as it came. How could he even begin to think so little of her? She had proven her selflessness time and time again, she would not doom an entire land to eternal darkness over having her advances rejected.

As his pulse began to quicken with his rising anxiety, he heard voices approaching the camp. Tav jogged up to the campfire and started talking to the others who had returned earlier. Her hands gestured excitedly with a piece of parchment clutched in one of them. Astarion pointed back at Halsin and Tav’s head whipped around to where he paced in front of his tent.

The movement caused his breath to catch and his heart to skip a beat. Those pesky wisps of silver hair that had escaped her signature braid fluttered in the wind behind her like tiny ribbons as she trotted toward him. He fought the urge to open his arms to her, letting her run into them so he could hold her there for the rest of the night.

No, you’ve gotten her hopes high enough as is.

He waited patiently for her to approach him, his arms stiff at his sides as he forced his desires deep down once again.

“Halsin!” she yelled. She didn’t sound upset to his surprise – and relief.

“Hello, Tav.” He flexed his hands by his hips as they itched to rest on her arms.

She took a moment to catch her breath, bending over so she could rest her hands on her knees. Judging by the light gasping noises she was making, she had run all the way here from Last Light.

“Are you alright?” He started to reach out to her, but hesitated. “You’re absolutely covered in blood.” 

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, it’s not mine.” She stood back up as she waved a dismissive hand, blowing the runaway hairs out of her face. “I had to run back here to tell you…I found something.”

Tav held out the piece of crumpled parchment in her hands. It looked to be a letter of some kind.

“Who is Art Cullagh?” Halsin’s confusion must have been plain on his face as his eyes scanned it.

“He’s a Flaming Fist currently in a magical sleep at Last Light. They found him out wandering the shadows. Halsin…” She paused to take another deep breath. “He keeps singing a nonsensical song that mentions Thaniel.”

He snapped his attention back to her.

“What did you say?”

“He keeps muttering something about him in his sleep. He’s completely delirious, but he definitely said ‘Thaniel.’ I can’t say for sure, but I think he’s been trapped in the Shadowfell.”

Halsin stood with his mouth agape. She did it, she actually did it. Unable to help himself, he closed the gap between them and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“You’re sure? You heard him say this yourself?”

“Yes.” She smiled up at him. “The other Flaming Fists are watching over him at Last Light.”

“Then I must speak with him.” Hope swelled within him. It took all his willpower not to give her a back-breaking hug.

“Nonsensical or not, he knows something. I need to leave at once, you should join me when you can.” He tried to turn and walk away, but Tav caught his arm.

“We’ll go with you. I’m as curious as you are to see what he has to say.”

“Surely you’re all exhausted after today.” Her offer caught him off guard, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want her to accompany him.

“I’m sure we can catch our breath there for a bit if needed. Besides, I’m not letting you go wandering off in the shadows alone. We don’t need to take everyone, just a few so we can get there safely.”

“That’s…that’s very kind of you, thank you.”

“Of course. And um…” she started tugging on her braid, “about this morning…”

“Tav, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He felt the familiar stab of shame in his gut as he spoke.

“It’s okay, I uh, I just wanted to say that I hope I didn’t ruin our friendship. I’ve come to enjoy your company a great deal, and I’d hate to think I did something to damage it.” She cleared her throat as she finished speaking. The faintest hint of tears shone in the corners of her eyes.

“Of course not.” His hands made their way back to grip her shoulders. “I already consider you a very dear friend and as long as you’ll have me, I’ll remain that friend to you as well.”

She nodded as she let out a long sigh.

“Let me gather some of my things, then we can leave. Oak Father willing, we could see these shadows banished soon, my friend.” He squeezed her shoulders before letting his hands drop to his side again.

When he looked up at the others, Karlach stood with her arms crossed, glaring at him. He assumed she knew of their conversation that morning.

Tav waited outside of his tent for him before leading him back to the others. Gale, Astarion, and Karlach agreed to accompany them back to Last Light. He felt a bit silly traveling such a short distance with a convoy, but it obviously made Tav feel better, so he wouldn’t complain.

“Ready?” She turned to face him with a smile.

“After you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder but heard a small huff from Karlach.

His first lead in one hundred years. Not just a distant echo or whisper, but a living witness. Someone else who had met Thaniel.

He recited the ritual in his mind once more. The words he had kept close to his heart for decades. They caused him to bristle with anticipation as they started the short walk to Last Light Inn. A grin came over his face as he followed Tav out of camp.

Her ivory braid swayed from side to side as she set a brisk pace in front of him. The mesmerizing movement calmed his anxiety and reminded him how close he was to seeing Thaniel again, how close he was to fulfilling his promise.

How close he was to being free from his duty.

***

During their short time among the shadow curse, Tav and her companions had already become accustomed to tense walks in the dark woods. She would have thought by now that they would be used to wraiths and shadows jumping out of every corner, but it still caught them off guard more often than not.

“I do appreciate the escort, my friend, but it really was unnecessary. It’s quite a short walk and I know these woods well, even in this darkness.” Halsin was walking next to her, the two of them just a few steps in front of their other companions.

“Oh, please. How would you react if I said I was going for a walk, alone, in the woods while we’re here?” She rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough. I would highly advise against such an action,” he chuckled and bumped his shoulder into hers.

Right on cue, Tav heard a rustling in the bushes ahead of them. She drew her bow, signaling everyone else to stop.

Here we go again.

Crouched low, she started creeping forward. Once she was close enough, she realized that it was just a light breeze blowing through the leaves. She let out a relieved sigh as she stood back up. Little tendrils of shadow swirled around her ankles, taunting her.

“You seem a little tense, Tav. Is everything okay?” Halsin stepped up behind her.

“Of course. This whole place just sets my nerves on–” She was cut off midsentence by several shadows and shadow cursed corpses approaching their position from behind.

“Fucking hells! Can we not go on one godsdamned walk without these unnatural fucks bothering us?!” she yelled as she fired an arrow through one of the shadows.

“Remind me why we left our cleric in camp again? We could use a bit of radiant light right about now,” Astarion snarled as he barely dodged a swipe from the massive wraith that had appeared.

“Because we thought we were just going for a pleasant stroll through the woods!” Tav conjured a large circle of thorny vines on the ground, trying to deter the shadows from advancing.

“It’s never that simple though, is it darling?” Astarion drove a dagger into the neck of one of the animated corpses.

Halsin had wild shaped into a bear and was taking furious swipes with his paws between the enemies. As the corpses made their way through the vines, she saw that it was another group of cursed Harpers. Seeing so many of them constantly reminded her of–

Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the Harpers grabbed hold of her arm. She spun around and yanked it away. Once free, she kicked the corpse’s legs, knocking it to the ground. Tav grabbed her sword from her belt and moved to drive it into the Harper’s chest. But as soon as she saw the face, she froze.

The eyes were twisted beyond recognition, a mix of churning necrotic energy and shadows. His skin was a sickly color, the face cracked and lined with dark magic, warped by a century in darkness. But the hair…the hair may have been matted and dirty, but the unmistakable white curls fell in a familiar pattern over his face.

“Tev’aron?” she whispered.