#and i havent knit her anything yet so

[sundancefemme]

i should knit my grandma a doily

[pegglefan69]

🧶 🐰 knit my bunnies some clothes! It's really fun working on such a small scale.

[jumexju]

NUREBAIRO

Pairing !! : Sasuke / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : One-Shot, Angst to Fluff

CW !! : Mentions of anxiety

Summary !! : You lose a hairpin he gave you.

Note !! : Inspired by the Sasuke figurine that somebody stole from me, I havent gotten it back to this day <////3

✦ MASTERLIST

A cold sweat ran down your back after not feeling it there.

You turned and inspected the floor. ‘Had it fallen?’ You bit your bottom lip anxiously as you looked around. Setting your tote bag down, you retraced your steps with hopeful eyes glancing over every blade of grass. You couldn’t have lost it, he just gave it to you three hours ago! 

“Hn..” You groaned under your breath worriedly as you inspected every step you’d taken before coming home, not finding it anywhere. Maybe tomorrow you’d go back to the shop and ask if they’d seen something like it before you left? You hoped that they did.. 

“No, I’m sorry, _____. I haven’t come across anything like it, if i saw it I would’ve told you..” Ino frowned slightly, empathizing with your situation. 

“Damn.. Alright, thanks anyway, Ino ..!” You waved her goodbye and left her flower shop, biting your bottom lip anxiously. Sasuke would probably get irritated that you lost it so quickly.. But it wasn’t like you wanted that to happen! You were so sure you’d had it on.. As you walked back to your home you thought of the events of yesterday. You had it on when you walked into her shop but it wasn’t in your hair when you came home.. And it couldn’t have fallen since you would’ve found it when you retraced your steps last night. 

You felt a pit settle in your stomach, disappointed in how easily you’d lost it. Especially after getting it on the same day! Sighing, you decided to bake some cookies to take some of the stress off. You’d felt incredibly guilty, especially since you knew that it was a gift that he had given to you with much thought. You couldn’t believe that you’d lost it and frankly, you were worried that he’d be upset if he found out. 

You let out a small sigh as you mixed the cookie batter in the bowl, “Could someone have swiped it off of me? Did it fall ..?” All these questions filled your mind, ruining the calm environment you were seeking through baking cookies. Soon enough, the sun started to go down and the evening greeted the sky. Sasuke was off on a mission so you didn’t know how long he’d be away, you just hoped you could find it before he came home. 

As you popped the cookies in the oven to bake, you decided to pick up that book that Kakashi sensei had recommended to you. You’d been trying to read it but it seemed like whenever you found it, it went missing as soon as you turned away.. 

Sasuke let out a sigh of relief once he stepped into the Uchiha Compound, he was glad he was home now and wondered if you were there yet — It was quite late after all. When your husband opened the door, he was met with the pleasing aroma of sweet, chocolate chip cookies. Sasuke wasn’t a fan of sweet things but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t smell good. 

“I’m home,” He announced, wondering where you were since usually you would greet him at the door. 

After he took off his shoes at the genkan, he wandered into the living room to find you sleeping soundly on the couch and a batch of freshly baked cookies on the kitchen table. Were you tired? It was late so maybe you just decided to sleep here? Though.. The way you were mumbling things and knitting your brows in your sleep didn’t seem good. 

Sasuke came close to you and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, your expression seemed to relax after his simple gesture. Your lover glanced down, seeing one of Kakashi’s books in your hand. ‘Were you trying to read Icha-Icha again?’ he sighed as he took the book from your hands. ‘I thought I'd hidden it..’ Sasuke thought to himself, freezing in his tracks once you began to shift in your sleep. 

“Sa..suke?” your eyebrows furrowed a little as you rubbed your eyes from the sleep. “You’re home?” Your husband nodded and sat next to you after you sat up and greeted him with a hug. “When did you come home?” 

“Not too long ago,” he answered you as he softly smiled, hiding the book within his cloak. “You made cookies?”

You nodded, reminded of why  you’d started baking cookies…. Now you were face to face with him, you could only hope he wouldn’t notice that it was gone. You shifted nervously, “Uhm.. So, do you want me to run you a bath-?” 

“You were talking in your sleep.” Sasuke cut you off, abruptly changing the conversation. This made you even more anxious than you had been in the entire day. 

“Was I? I Didn’t say anything embarrassing, did I?” You sheepishly brought a finger to your lower lip — A gesture you usually did when you were nervous — This, Sasuke took notice of. It was both a blessing and a curse that you had married one of the most observant shinobi to exist, because there was no way that Sasuke wouldn’t notice that the hairpin he had given you yesterday was missing. You haven't been wearing it since you were sleeping.. And it wasn’t on the table.. So the only conclusion he could come up with was that it was missing. 

Sasuke shook his head, “You didn’t.. Although, you were mumbling my name.” You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks and avoided his gaze. Sasuke was the only one who could make you feel so bashful under his tender gaze. 

The night wasn’t too eventful, you were just glad to be spending time with him after about two weeks of him being gone. ‘Maybe the hairpin conversation could wait..’ you thought to yourself as you laid in bed beside him. Your lover had been tired, so he fell asleep pretty fast, but all your worries had kept you up. You sighed as you shifted and looked up at the ceiling, you knew you’d have to tell him soon.. But..

“Stop worrying.” Sasuke mumbled, his eyes closed and his black hair in his face. 

“..I’m not..” 

Your husband chuckled, “you bite your lip any more and you’ll draw blood,” he warned. You turned to face him, an unamused and slightly sheepish expression on your face. 

“I hate that you know me so well.” 

“If only that were true,” He chimed as he welcomed you when you snuggled up to his side. “Now go to sleep..” You reluctantly complied after giving him a kiss on the cheek and let yourself succumb to slumber. You slept the rest of the night like a baby, Sasuke made sure not to wake you up when he got up early in the morning to search for the pin. 

Needless to say, when you got up, there was a certain book missing, but the hairpin was on your bedside table. 

Along with a small note, 

‘Try not to lose it again, okay?’

[just-some-random-blogger]

his imagines are incredible, you can make an imagine of the hob he meets Morpheus's twin sister the hope of endless, I imagine a hob enchanted by hope and a Morpheus on the side who is jealous of his sister

Dawn of the Endless

Hob Gadling x Endless!Reader, Dream of the Endless & Twin Sister!Reader

Summary: One century Dream brought his twin sister to the White Horse pub, and ever since, Hob's life was never the same.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: fem!reader, set in Elizabethan England, annoyed brother!dream, puppy!hob, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this is so interesting. i havent written anything for hob at all yet so i was so excited when i saw this! also i know you said her name is hope but everyone in the family has a letter D in their name and i literally translated hope in every language available in google translate, hoping at least one of them would start with D and one of them did but i didnt like the way it sounded so i decided to rename her dawn, cos i mean dawn is the early morning and that gives hope so i hope you dont mind. i dont mention anyone else's but Hob's name though, since technically it's in his pov and he has no idea what Dream's name is either, much less Dawn lol im unsure if yall would be interested but since dream is here i'll still tag everyone who likes my dream fics lol Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Hob had been taking his daily stroll that day, he remembers it vividly. He was walking by the fields near his estate, basking in the morning sun, breathing in the cool air.

There was a warmth, a light that drew nearer. It was slow to come and quick to leave, but in the moment, he thought nothing of it; he only thought it was the rays of the earliness greeting him.

He realized it was not that when he outstretched his hand to pluck out a Pasqueflower. Hob's fingers bumped into another's; his heart leapt to his throat in shock.

His head snaps to the side. He retreats his hand slower than hers.

"Apologies," she mutters, light and melodic, "I did not think you'd chose that flower."

Hob's jaw slacks, and yet he does not hesitate. He rips the flower from its stem, handing it over. There is a flurry within him when she accepts it with a smile. The very wind in his lungs is knocked out when she says, "thank you, Hob."

The next moment, she walks away. Hob only regained his wits by the time he wholly regret the fact he was so dumbfounded he didn't even get to speak one single word.

And yet, days after, it seemed fate wanted to bring them together again. He was determined not to let the moment slip away this time around.

He practically lunged from his seat when he saw the lady in the yellow dress from across the pub. He ran, twisting past the patrons of the place. He stops a few paces away from her, straightening his garb, clearing his throat. He then strides over, catching her attentions in observing the room, "hello."

Hob's breath hitches when she turns to him and smiles, more radiant than before, "hello!"

He sighs, raising his hands, "I-," he clasps them together, "I'm Robert," he wipes his palms on his top, then extends one hand, "Hob, for short."

Her eyes crinkle as her grin widens. She takes his calloused, clammy hand in both her soft and warm ones, shaking it softly, "greetings, Hob!"

When she pulls away, she turns her head to the side and bares her braided hair. Hob's breath hitches the second time when he beholds the violet flower in it. She chuckles softly, "I kept it with me."

He lets out an airy chuckle, "I- it has been nearly a week. I'm astonished it's still alive."

She presses her lips into a pout, "I did not let my sister touch it."

Hob knit his brows tightly, confused by the sentiment, though his lips were still curved up into a smile.

He throws his thumb over his shoulder, "would you like to sit with me for a while? I have a table there. I'm waiting for someone."

"I know."

In that very moment, she looks past Hob and points behind him. Hob turns around, catching sight of his set table, finding it was now occupied, occupied by the very man he was waiting for.

Hob tilts his head, pressing his lips together, yet, still, they rememain curved upward.

"W-"

"Come," she calls, cutting Hob off. She takes his arm in hers, making his heart thump wildly in his chest, "let us not keep him waiting."

Hob feels his breath quicken as he allows himself to be lead back to his table. She urges him to sit in a vacant chair. Hob does just that and watches as she circles back around the man across him.

He was clad in black, much like the previous times they met. The woman sits on the other available chair adjacent to both of them.

Hob looks between them. They both look back at Hob, her, smiling excitedly, him, scrutinizing with far less enthusiasm.

They looked like a living oxymoron, with her, robed in vibrant colors, and him, draped in nothing but black. Hob opened his mouth slowly, unsure of what to say. He thinks of saying something funny, something witty, anything that will break the ice, but his tongue is pressed down with the weight of their stares.

The brightly clothed woman turns to darkly clothed man and leans in, whispering something under her breath. He turns to her, extending a hand out to the table, mumbling something quickly before turning back to Hob.

He is at least grateful he did not have to speak first.

"Life has been treating you well, it seems," the dark haired man utters.

Hob straightens up, sucking in a breath as he smiles, "I have had a great many successful endeavors."

She perks at the sound of that, propping her head in her hands and her elbows on the table, "such as?"

Hob turns to her, gulping, finger digging into the collar that tightens around his neck, "such as..."

She raises her brows along with the corner of her lips.

Hob clears his throat, straightening up again, "such as trading!"

"Trading?" the blue eyed man speaks, tilting his head.

"Yes," Hob replies rather weakly.

"He must be very good at it," she chimes, turning to the other, "look at how tasteful his attire is!"

Hob fights back a smile.

"Life is more than the clothes on one's back, sister."

"Sister?" Hob calls, shocked by the revelation. He is all but ignored though.

"And yet small details as such help make life worth living."

Hob tries again, leaning on the the table, "you're siblings?"

The siblings turn to him at the same time, she smiles and he looks blankly. The former speaks, "of course we are. Is it not obvious?" The latter of the two narrows his eyes.

Hob's jaw slacks. He wonders if she is mocking him for a moment, but in any case, between the two, she doesn't look like the one who would be a mocker.

"I..." Hob trails off, "did not think at all of your relation to another."

"Perhaps you would care to think more," he states, "your life surely would benefit from it."

There, Hob thinks, surely that is the sound of mockery.

For a moment, a there was only the sound of the pub between them.

"Oh," the woman pulls back, grabbing her brother's arm, "look," she turns her face to him, "Hob gave me this."

Her brother's face contorts, brow raising inquisitively. He turns to Hob, silently interrogating him.

Hob leans back on his chair and licks his lips, "we met in a field by fate-"

"Fate?" his deep voice repeats. He sounded not all pleased. "What would you know about fate?"

His sister calls out to him under his breath. The pale man's tightened features relax a bit as he sighs, almost as though he was defeated.

"It was a happy encounter," she says, "was it not?" she turns to Hob.

Hob stills for a moment, then nods.

The man turns to his sister, reaching out for the flower in her hair, plucking it out from its place. Hob's lips part as he thinks of how her brother would surely crush the innocent bud in his palm.

She does nothing but watch as her brother examines the Pasqueflower in his palm. He asks, "what were you doing out in the fields anyway?"

Hob watches the siblings scrutinize the little flower.

When they turn to him, Hob's eyes widen and his body stiffens.

The woman's lips curve into a lopsided smile. She chuckles under her breath, "he was asking you, silly."

"Oh," Hob says, "well, I, well- I was taking my daily walk."

"Hmm," he hums, placing the flower back into his sister's hair where he took it.

She smiles at her brother, "special, isn't it?"

He turns to Hob when he replies, "yes. Special indeed."

Hob's sucks in a sharp breath. He inadvertently begins to choke.

The woman giggles under her breath, proceeding to pour Hob a glass of water.

Hob accepts it and watches the siblings turn to each other and mutter under their breath as he drinks. Dear goodness, what in the name of lord are they talking about? He would honestly give half- no- 3/4th of his possessions if it mean he could make sense of the two before him.

His soul nearly leaves him when they stand. The man looks down on Hob as he nods, "it has been a pleasure to meet you again."

"N-" he fumbles, standing up all the same, "no, you can't just leave."

Hob's shoulder burns and his chest tightens when the woman places her hand there. She offers him a playful look, "we never truly leave you, Hob."

What does that mean?!

The man offers his hand out to his sister, and she readily takes it.

When they begin to walk off, Hob does not make the mistake he did in the field and pipes up, "will you be back with him next time?"

They both turn to him, him, furrowing his brows, her, smiling yet again. The latter speaks, "we'll see."

Hob watches them walk away.

[merchantarthurn]

Hello friend it has come to my attention the latest manga chap of WHA has Lil' Oru backstory and Lil' Oru adorable child self and I havent seen you commenting on it at all! Have I missed it. I read it and immediately thought 'My Tumblr friend whom I follow will be so excited'

yes!! ive been in bg3 hyperfixation hell so i've not been talking much about WHA in public lately but i was so excited when little utowin appeared, because i remembered he'd lived in the same town growing up and then [gestures]!!

some things which knit nicely into some interim headcanons for What Happened are that he was so young he'd not even passed the first test yet (it's neat to get a little look into more witches studying before they can pick a master - it seems like he was getting praised by a parent in one of the panels if their belt was anything to go by. not being comforted by them though.... :| i don't like either of the potential options for that). it really is Odd that he was out helping with witch duties before that, i presume they weren't the type that'd have you casting in front of non-witches. from what utowin said, witches seem in both high quantity and demand in the North for survival purposes... a part of me is curious on the side about how that's impacted the survival skills of the general populace, or if there's some changed by ancient magic level of Winterness happening up there. i saw that oddly shaped rock formation, shirahama!!

him being so young, seeing many die (the witches only mentioned adult witches dying, but i have a feeling there were also non-witch casualties given the previous flashback dream. i wonder who the two people he managed to save were?) it kills me ;;

it also has me turning his Being Mean To Agott moments over again - i'd already presumed his harshness was because he was connecting his own 'top student -> tragedy' pipeline but there's something about the happiness and praise he was receiving that makes that all the more sour (a lot of agott's more pushy moments seem born of insecurity rather than expectation). plus the river... it's interesting to me that he's the one who insisted in taking her along... and qifrey's reaction.... oh this contextttt to that moment makes qifrey's personal dread of it all the more layered.

it makes me wonder if olruggio was... kind of expecting there to be tragedy that'd snap agott out of her behaviour which... olruggio that's not okay, buddy--

[the-path-to-redemption]

i havent completely looked through your blog yet, so not sure if you’ve done it, but i did want to ask how you feel about white rose?

ask meme

DON'T SHIP IT

Why don’t you ship it? - While I understand why Whiterose is such a popular ship, I simply cannot find myself liking either Weiss or Ruby as individuals, let alone seeing them in any way compatible with each other on a romantic level. Weiss also fucking let Ruby feel like shit and killed herself in V9, but turned around and gave Jaune who just berated a traumatized, harmless Ruby causing her to run away the cock-stroking session he wanted. Hell nah, Ruby get behind me.

What would have made you like it? - Weiss legit could've treated Ruby better after V1C10 where she said she would try to be a better teammate to Ruby and the rest of the team. But... that progression stopped after V6. Weiss just became a terrible teammate for Ruby, and while Ruby herself ain't a saint either, it's baffling to me to even consider these girls acquaintances, let alone partners in a tight-knit team that has gone through so much together. I guess what I wanted was to have Weiss actually care.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? - I do like the dynamic they have earlier, with Ruby being the starry-eyed, funny man to Weiss' sarcastic straight man. The "combat skirt" joke is still one of my all-time favorites, and I definitely see why Whiterose got so popular. Early on, it has the vibe of shounen rivals that a lot of anime fans dig (Naruto and Sasuke, Keith and Lance, etc.). The ship had room to really explore this dynamic, but it never actually did.

[gilbirda]

Hello again! I've actually written the down some of my "Jason and the Spraypaint 'Thief'" idea tho its mostly scaffolding and i dont feel ready to share it just yet, but progress is being made!

If I may ask for your advice once more, the story has begun leaning towards Anger Management vibes (thanks for that brainrot too (affectionate)), but i dont feel great that the genesis of Jason and Jazz meeting is after Jason basically stalks Jazz in his hunt for whoever is buying his spraypaint before he can. Like, she is the one buying the paint, but the dynamic feels too onesided atm in terms of agency, but idk what Jazz would be doing that could parallel Jason.

The best Ive got is she tried to find out who bought out the yarn she was knitting with (it was Jason being petty), but I dont think she'd care as much as Jason does with the paint and it also feels too samey.

...Just had this thought while writing this, would it vibe with Jazz's character if she kept tabs on the Batfam for Danny? Like in terms of location. Ive got it that Danny dosnt want anything to do with the Batfam atm, Gothem is their turf fighting-wise and he dosnt want to encroach on that (tho he does help people in need when he comes across them), he just wants to make cool art in weird places (and maybe some ghost king stuff, not sure on that just yet) (maybe as a coping mechanism bc I do like the angst that comes from 'Danny leaves Amity bc the Fentons reactly badly to him being a halfa', tho still not sure how he gets into spraypaint yet, that feels like an important detail), so Jazz keeps tabs on their patrols for Danny so he can spraypaint without drawing their attention, and then Jazz notices Red Hood acting a bit odd and does her own investigating to make sure its not ghost business (she would know that RH has ghost vibes from Danny and his current spraypaint investigating behaviour maybe looks like a ghost obsession without context), and maybe she ends up pulling a Tim and figures out Red Hood is Jason, just due to ghost vibes instead of acrobatics.

I havent even gotten to them actually meeting in my planning yey, its just discovery eachother from afar and general thoughts of 'thats the person Im looking for, they're kinda cute' so far. Current vauge idea is they meet in a fight, tho i might be biased bc i did recently reread 'cant help falling (in love with you)' (i think i said this before, but amazing story btw, eagerly waiting for the next chapter!)

I hope this makes sense. This is the first time I've had an idea I've wanted to share with other fandom people and felt comfy enough to do so.

(your ask got sent twice so im gonna answer one and delete the other. Just Tumblr things I guess)

SO

I see Anger Management and go feral

I see what you mean about there being a power imbalance in their meeting situation - but we have to be aware that the source material is like that. Jason is a crime fighter and a vigilante and also a very extra boy. He is petty and arrogant and sometimes he is not above using his skills for personal use.

You can make it so she knows what's going on and leads him in a wild goose chase just for funsies. Make Jazz petty as well. Make her highly competent. Make her win in his own game and boom, no more power imbalance. (Also that can be a cool "I need to know more of this woman" kind of situation.)

Another alternative, is making her think he is stalking her for unsavory purposes and beat the shit out of him.

I like what you said about Jazz being the one that keep tabs on all the vigilantes. She could have profiled them all, studied their patterns, and Tim Drake her way into memorizing their patrol routes so Danny can paint in peace.

So that's why when her new stalker starts bothering her, she is so Done(tm) that she is not afraid to gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss her way into making him stop.

How she does it? Dealer's choice.

(I'm weak to the fight approach, if it wasn't obvious (✿◡‿◡) )

(But outsmarting him could work as well.)

(Jason is into women that can kick his ass, be it physically or in smarts)

So in conclusion I think if you want to not fall into icky power imbalances and not fall into highly competent Mary Sues tropes, the sweet spot would be Jazz making the choice to take act or not, and base it on actual conflict: If she can't just beat the shit out of him, explain why. If she is not going to make a deal out of it, explain why. Make the character have agency and a choice in the matter, even if that choice is inaction.

Thank you for showing me your progress!!!! I'm so happy when people make content for the crossover and my favorite ship!!!

Also thanks for reading my fics!

🤗💖

[cowboycharmac]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

i would first off like to start by saying if i tagged u and u dont like being tagged please let me knwo i promise itll never happen again. thank you for the tags @23meteorstreet @number-one-hog-hater @movepastit and @translesbianvampire. i feel so special hehehe

were you named after anyone?

nope :) my parents got my deadname from a baby name book and the name i go by is a nickname my friend gave me in 4th grade ^_^

do you have kids?

no but i have some insane baby fever <3 which is basically the same thing. if you think about it

do you use sarcasm a lot?

nope! unless im with my mom :) i use it all the time with her i think its fun to watch her try and figure out if im joking or not. she absolutely hates it <3

what's the first thing you notice about people?

ummm idk i guess clothes? its definitely not their faces hashtag autism swag

what's your eye color?

grey ^_^

scary movies or happy endings?

BOTH <3 i love horror movies but my favourite genre of fanfiction is fix it fics. well third favourite. if i really have to choose then horror movies

any special talents?

im a pretty good singer i think :) not to brag or anything ^_^ other than that idk

what are your hobbies?

well u all already know i write and draw but i also baking and knitting and recently ive gotten into screenprinting :) or back into. ummm whatever

have any pets?

no

what sports do you play/have you played?

ummm i used to do tennis and track in middle school and in. the years of highschool i attended in person and also as a regular school :) but thats about it to be quite honest. oh also figure skating i dont know if that counts but it did for my duke of ed (unfinished) so here we are

how tall are you?

5'3!!! short kings rise up

favorite subject in school?

classical civ/latin

dream job?

I HAVENT DECIDED YET DONT RUSH ME. either something in illustration or i think medical ethicist would be a fun job for me. very different answers but oh well

@goug @margle @brainfogdennis @season1mac @kod-lyoko and um anyone else who wants to sorry i didnt tag 15 people it just. tagging people makes me abit nervous so lets stick with 5 for now ok :) its ok because theres not even fifteen questions so well who cares

[scover-va]

I don’t go to Valkyrie Elysium but Valkyrie Hilde for the ask game? She looks cool as hell

Finally deciding to clear out my ask box (bored) so im finally getting to this. Hi Crow. Also ive been meaning to replay VE again so maybe this will help. Anyways. Here's a link to the ask for reference since its been like. 3-4 months. Ish

Sexuality Headcanon: Lesbian. And also ace! Probably. Not repulsed by it but also not really into it either. Pointing her halberd at someone's throat is a far greater way to express attraction towards someone in her mind

Gender Headcanon: She/Her for pronouns. Probably not cis but i also dont have anything strict on her gender. Once again its the identity issues thing

A ship I have with said character: Her and Valkyrie/Maria/Nora whatever. Thats my only ship with her tbh but also i think she should also be kissed by the other girls. As a treat

A BROTP I have with said character: Her and Armand :-) I'd imagine in a universe where everyone is happy and okay, Valkyrie is dating them both. Theyre on good terms w/ each other but also Hilde's gonna tell Armand to shove a marker up his urethra /ref

A NOTP I have with said character: I. Dont have anything. Because the VE fandom is smaller than the one for The Hex so i havent seen any real options shown to me. Odin and Fenrir ig? And also ofc any of the guys in general bc. Yknow. Lesbian hc

A random headcanon: She specifically watches over niflheim after fenrir's defeat in the true ending. Also picks up knitting and kickboxing as hobbies (also just sparring in general tbh) to try and cope with her severe anger issues. OH and i hc that every crow/raven (i cant tell which one it is since you cant get close to em) that sits on top of the save points but fly away as you approach are either all Hilde herself or some sort of minion of hers that shes using to kinda. Watch Valkyrie. Partially to keep the upper hand and partially to kinda like. Observe her, ig. Since Valkyrie is following Odin's bidding and Hilde's been in her shoes before

General Opinion over said character: I love her so much 10/10 antagonist i love whatever homoeroticism is goin on with her and Valkyrie throughout the game and also their parallels. And also very very hot the second she showed up i was on my knees. I say as if im not the same way with the other women but im choosing to ignore that. Also i love her anger towards odin and her sympathy yet hatred for Valkyrie due to Valkyrie following in Hilde's footsteps kinda thanks to Odin's manipulation and i love her faking her alliance with Fenrir and uh. Yeah :-)

[cdroloisms]

uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like. 

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not. 

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs. 

Dream leaves.

 It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore. 

 None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature. 

 Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs. 

 “I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.” 

 Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?” 

 “If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?” 

 Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.” 

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information. 

 Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns. 

 “From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.” 

 Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

 “He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.” 

 “He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He’ll get through.” 

 Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern. 

 “Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?” 

 Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense. 

 “Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

 ---

 Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream. 

 “Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff. 

 “Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.” 

 “O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him. 

 “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod. 

 “There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.” 

 Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place. 

 “We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.” 

 “Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?” 

 Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.” 

 “Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?” 

 Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

 “He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.” 

 Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?” 

 Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table. 

 “You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut. 

 “The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

 “But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?” 

 “He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.” 

 “But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

 “There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.” 

 Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh. 

 “I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.” 

 ---

 They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

 (She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange. 

 “Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back. 

 “You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?” 

 Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

 They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh. 

 “You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head. 

 “Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him. 

 “...these are going to take so long to clean out.” 

 To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

 They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

 “Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head. 

 “They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “ 

 He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes. 

 “You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

 She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done. 

 “The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.” 

 Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.” 

 Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.” 

 Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

 “Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

 “-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.” 

 “When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.” 

 “We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.” 

 “Alright, then. Here’s the plan.” 

 ---

 It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis. 

 “Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.” 

 “Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin. 

 “Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back. 

 “You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider. 

 “Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier. 

 “You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.” 

 Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?” 

 Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now. 

 Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass. 

 (Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

 She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later. 

 “I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened? 

 Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.” 

 “I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.” 

 “Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat. 

 “Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

 On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped. 

 “Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

 “He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light. 

 “Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

 “I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?” 

 “You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them. 

 “We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.” 

 They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava. 

 “Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him. 

 “Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident. 

 “You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs. 

 “Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.” 

 Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

 “Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

 Oh fuck.

 “Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.” 

 As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor. 

 Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?” 

 She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava. 

 “There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

 A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

 “You there, Dream?” 

 She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

 “Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath. 

 “Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

 “Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.” 

 “I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

 “And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-” 

 “They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

 “And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.” 

 “You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.” 

 “Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-” 

 “I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.” 

 “Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-” 

 “Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?” 

 Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.” 

 “You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.” 

 “Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye. 

 “Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

 “Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose. 

 “Niki, give us some fire res please?” 

 She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.” 

 She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep. 

 “Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend. 

 But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

[shivada-jade]

magical mischief (2)

hogwarts!au

character(s): diluc ➡ mentions: kaeya, sucrose, childe, venti, baal, diona warning(s): swearing <3

notes: it was supposed to be diluc, zhongli, and thoma but diluc's unexpectedly got longer than i hoped oOPS so i made a separate one for zhongli and thoma

part 1: kaeya, childe, albedo

gryffindor!

diluc

everyone knows of the gryffindor prefect. some people would mistake him as ravenclaw for being so studious; some people would mistake him for slytherin for being so closed off. in his first year of hogwarts, people often mistook him as hufflepuff for being friendly, overly polite, and outgoing. the hufflepuff mistake changed when he turned sixteen.

no one knows what happened to his sudden change of personality. no one but kaeya and a strange, childhood, ravenclaw friend that works with another even stranger ravenclaw.

sucrose pushes her glasses up, watching you create another explosion in her room.

you cough, wiping off the ashes from your face. the black smudges on your face don't go away. sucrose hands you a handkerchief and you gratefully accept it, finally getting the grime off.

"project sixty-two oh-eight is unsuccessful." the mint haired girl notes in a journal. "moving on to..."

you tilt your head, giving her a nod to go on but she stares at the space behind you. you turn and see kaeya, cracking open the door with a quiet knock. you frown, his uncharacteristic actions feel so weird. he usually just blasts open the door with a flick of his wand and sashays inside.

"kaeya?" you ask after apologizing to sucrose for interrupting her. "what's up?"

the slytherin clears his throat, opening the door more widely. "may i have a moment of your time? preferably not here, though."

he's so... formal. unlike himself.

you wave goodbye to sucrose and promise her to do another experiment next time then direct your attention back to the boy in front of you. "sure, outside?"

he nods. with a swish of his robes, he walks out. you note his posture is so unlike him. his strides are more rigid, less carefree. it's like a comparison from a beauty model to an uptight CEO.

he leads you right in a place where you can see the black lake. it's awfully farther than you expected. you thought he was going to lead to to the court yard, or at least the slytherin common room.

"kaeya, you're not acting like yourself." you comment.

"haha!" an airy laugh escapes from someone. you jolt, surprised from the unexpected guest. you feel two hands clamp your shoulders. "you're absolutely right, my dear."

you knit your brows, walking away from kaeya and... diluc. you slap a hand over your mouth. "wait, diluc- did you just laugh?!" did he just call you 'my dear' with a peppy tone

kaeya grumbles in displeasure. his arms cross while his brother leans on him with a carefree attitude.

you make an 'o' shape with your lips, piecing the clues together. "oh.. oh." you try to remain stoic and serious about the situation, seeing how uncomfy kaeya- no- how uncomfy diluc is.

you gasp out laughing, clutching your stomach. you crouch on the ground unable to control your laughs and look up to the brothers with tears in your eyes, "oh- please! you've switched bodies! how?!"

no wonder the slytherin had been acting all curt and polite. diluc in kaeya's body pinches the bridge of his nose. "the new first year did this," he starts to explain. "took one look at me and said, 'i will destroy the wine industry!' i don't even know how the kid knows of my family's business in the muggle world."

"placed a spell on us with weird words while having a quidditch practice match," kaeya finishes. "but really, who doesn't know of the winery? even the purest of purebloods know of it."

kaeya (still in diluc's body) looks at the red portion of his robes with a scrunched up nose. you're unable to tell if he hates how the robe feels on him. or if he hates wearing gryffindor's colours.

you hum, scratching your head. "you want me to undo the spell, right?"

"if it isn't a problem," diluc presses his lips together. with one glance at your unsure face, his shoulders droop. "you don't know how, do you..."

you smile sympathetically. "i'll try my best to undo it, but just in case, we need to find that first year, to the source itself"

kaeya raises his arms behind his now red hair, "great! it feels so weird to be seeing with both my eyes. or well, with both diluc eyes. the kid's name is diona. she's also in slytherin like me. diluc will lead you to her."

"what? why me," diluc asks.

"because you're the one who looks like me, duh! i cant go in the slytherin common room if i look like gryffindor prefect. just bring [y/n] with you. childe can also help-"

diluc glowers, "you still hang around that scum?"

"you still keep that vase?" kaeya throws sweet poison to diluc.

you chuckle nervously when you see them bring their wands out. "so, diona? let's find her."

kaeya raises a brow, and smirks. "toodles~! i dont want to spend another minute in this grump's body. that donna girl keeps trying to give me a pie- i dont want seven different pies." he wriggles his fingers to show his goodbye.

you shiver. it's so weird to see diluc- when you know diluc isn't actually diluc in his body. but his face keeps smiling and showing emotions with kaeya's soul inside. it's weird to not see only little quirks of his mouth or his typical sighs.

but really though, you could stare at kaeya's new face. it's strange seeing diluc with a scheming face: the one kaeya typically wears

"please at least try to not get into any trouble..." diluc purses his lips. "i'll try to act like you- you try to act like me."

you stare at diluc with owlish eyes. diluc? acting like kaeya?

it seems kaeya has the same reaction, because he freezes. luckily for him, he's quick witted, "oh? act like you?" he musters the grouchiest face and crosses his arms. "hello, i am diluc ragnvindr. i am a grouchy gryffindor. i hate kaeya. i hate lots of slytherins, especially the beautiful, gorgeous asshole named kaeya," he praises himself.

diluc fights the urge to throw him into the black lake. you laugh, dragging diluc away and leading him to where the slytherin common room is.

"i've only been here once, but i am acquainted with childe, so he can show us around." you bump his side playfully and stand outside the slytherin common room.

"CHILDE." you yell with your hands amplifying the noise.

"WHADDUP SHAWTY," you hear a shout from behind you.

you nod to diluc, encouraging him to somehow find a way to get the slytherin password from childe. you know he hates him, but you want to see dilucs words come true. you want to see how he acts as kaeya.

he lets out a shaky sigh and smiles so casually. the smile is so pretty, it hurts. it's a shame he doesn't do that with his own face.

childe beams seeing the two of you, "hey comrades! what are you all standing around for?" he prods around, eying diluc then snaps his fingers as if realizing something.

you wait a bit for diluc to say something, or act more, but it seems he's done his acting gig and goes straight to the point. "what's the password?"

you deadpan. childe's gonna question him now and he'd have to say he's actually dilu-

"yeah sure no problem! it's 'reckoning'"

diluc says the word to a blank wall and enters through the door. you squint your eyes and make a face at childe. "you're up to something, i know."

he shrugs and pushes you in after diluc. "tell diona i said hi."

...

you sit at the lounge, waiting for diluc to show up with diona. your brows crease, because diluc is right. childe knows something others don't. you don't recall telling childe you were trying to find diona.

you doubletake, seeing a hufflepuff drinking an absurd amount of butterbeer from who knows where. they hang their arms around a slender, purple haired slytherin who tries to push him off with disgust.

what is venti doing hanging out with the slytherin queen. he'll die-

"venti," you hiss, reaching out to try and let him live a bit longer.

he hiccups and waves you over. he 'whispers' to the slytherin next to him. oh he's in trouble now. "psst, baal. is that the one all the slytherins are talking about?" his whispers are shouts at this point.

the slytherins at the lounge freeze, hoping you havent caught on yet.

baal hits venti's head with a hand, "shut up. you're ruining the plan."

you snort seeing venti spill his drink on his clothes.

"but baal," venti downs what's left in his mug. "if that grumpy gryffindor wont confess to [y/n] then how on earth is the plan even going to work? he barely even talks to [y/n] these days because hee likes [y/n] too much." he says as if you're not in the room. he continues babbling even after baal kicks his shins, "kaeya's plan won't work if diona-"

oh shit so it's kaeya's plan and every slytherin is on it

baal drags venti out of the common room and throws him out and all the other slytherins hastily leave to their own rooms.

diluc coughs from behind you, now transformed to his normal self and with who you assume is diona. pink peppers his face while he tried to cover his face with his fiery hair. "um, i found diona. she swapped me back."

diona sticks her tongue out. "that ugly kaeya made a deal with me on something and i had to oblige! it's honestly so pathetic how you can't confess so deal or no deal: i had to do it, but the uglier bard ruined the whole plan so i turned you back."

diluc dusts imaginary dust off his cloak and grasps your hands. he looks down to his feet, still unsure of whether to do this or not. "well, you heard it all. it's a shame it couldn't be from me but-" he rambles. with other's he's confident, but with you he's a mess. "i hope you can accept my feelings. if not i understand, i'll go on with my day and you'll never have to see me."

he holds his breath, silently quivering with the lack of response you give. a hand lifts his chin up and he stares at your eyes, nervous.

you didn't say anything, but you smile and give his the warmest hug.

he knows the answer now.

he wraps his arms back, silently thanking kaeya for his idiotic plan. it's stupid, but it worked in the end.

BONUS!:

"KAEYA I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS"

kaeya swirls a gold goblet with sparkling grape juice inside. he wolfishly grins and holds his cup up with a hand. "a toast for master diluc! for finally confessing, if people can even call it that."

he lowers it, placing it on his lips but never drinking it. he grins under the cup seeing diluc's wand in his hand flaming red.

"it's not even my fault." kaeya starts to explain his bullshit to diluc, "you can blame yourself. honestly, it gets tiring seeing you pine for so long and avoiding them like you weren't childhood friends with them."

the tips of diluc's ears turn red, not wanting to agree with his brother, but it was true. he was hopeless in the romantic department by himself. he can reject thousands and millions of people. he can have who ever he wants, but you aren't "whoever." you're the most special someone to him and that made him scared.

kaeya hands his drink to diluc, "do i get a thank you?"

diluc scoffs, yet accepts the drink. "thank you," he quietly mutters.

part 3: thoma, zhongli

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan takes the virginity of the doctors daughter.]

Smut

Negan and Vivica.

It was always entertaining over hearing the women's stories on their nights with Negan. Being an inexperienced nineteen year old, you loved hearing their experiences. Never having got the chance to have sex yourself you enjoyed the girl talk you would have. None of the women knew you were a virgin and you kept it that way. Everytime Negan entered a room you were in, you couldnt help but simply enjoy the view from afar. None of the women had anything bad to say about him, they all agreed he liked to get rough in bed. Not being one of his wives, you had never been alone with Negan. There were times when his eyes wandered down your body but he never truly made a move. His attention mostly on business or his wives. Negan had never made you a wife of his as you were the doctors daughter. Little did you know how attractive he found you to be.

As time went on Negan noticed how much more you more you had your attention on him. The look in your eyes as he would come into your fathers medical room was something he couldnt ignore. As he spoke with your father of supplies, you stood far behind your father and watched as Negan stood focused with knitted brows, he concentrated on what was being spoken of. Not paying attention to your father speaking, your eyes slowly traced his lips, his jaw line. The leather jacket he always wore was something you loved. Licking your lips you focused on the soft sight of his neck until you looked up and realized his eyes were on you. With a loud gasp you quickly turned knocking down your father's supplies making him quickly turn in shock.

"Viv- what happened?" Your father turned quickly as Negan walked past him towards you, making you freeze.

"Its alright, Doc." Negan suddenly bent down before you, his face close to your legs as he picked up the box you dropped.

"I think Miss Vivica was a little distracted."

The feel of your skin turning hot as Negan subtly acknowledged your eyes on him. He winked at you as he handed you the box back in your hands.

"Thank you."

Negan stared down at you curiously with half a smile before turning back to your father. Their conversation continued as you turned your back to them and went through the box acting as if you had something to do.

"God that was so fucking embarrassing." You whispered to yourself just wanting to leave the room.

Later that night your father took most of the supplies to the storage room while you continued organizing the ones in the medical room. Humming to yourself with your back to the door you had no idea Negan had appeared. He silently watched as you swayed your hips to the music you sang to. The sound of your voice captivating his attention when you suddenly turned and screamed.

"Negan! I-I didnt know you were here. If you're looking for my father hes-"

"I'm not looking for him."

"Oh," your response was low as he made his way into the room.

"So Vivica," he grinned slowly walking towards you.

"I see you've made friends with my wives."

"Mhm, I have."

"Tell me-" he stopped a couple inches away from you, his body so close it was hard not to get lost in your thoughts about him in his very presence.

"What could a young woman like you be talking so much about with my wives?" He raised a brow, a sneaky expression on his face as if he already knew the answer. As if he had already been told you had so many questions about sex.

Sex with Negan in particular.

"Um....well anything-"

"Like?" He interrupted you taking a step closer.

"I...things...I-I dont-"

"Shhh.." he surprised you placing his index finger on your lips watching you struggle to give him an answer.

"I've heard..you've got some questions. Is that right?" His finger still on your lips you slowly nodded. Slowly sliding his finger away from your lips he observed the soft fullness they had before gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You know, darling. If you want to know anything you can just ask me. I can show you." His tone was deep and seductive. In shock you couldnt believe what you were hearing. Was Negan offering to have sex with you? Nervously you swallowed as Negan smiled.

"I know it can only mean one thing when a woman...especially of your age has so many questions." He suddenly leaned in, making you feel his hot breath on your ear. The sensation making you squirm.

"You havent been touched yet, have you?"

He pressed his lips together hearing your breathing begin to speed rapidly.

"Let me ask you this....do you feel anything tingly between those legs right now?" Truth was, of course you did. Never had you been more aroused in your life.

"Mmmm....so a mans never made you feel good huh?" Leaning the side of his face against yours you felt him reaching between your legs gently letting his fingers tease you. Your body stood still as you let him touch you, curious as to what he would do.

"I think I'm going to have to do something about that, sweetheart." His fingers reached farther in between your legs, the thin tights you wore making it easy for him to touch you the way he wanted to.

"Negan-" you gasped as he placed his finger on your clit and moved in a circular motion. The shock of arousal and Negan suddenly touching you this way gave you an adrenaline rush. Moaning against him in approval, Negan took it a step further and and slowly slid his hand down your pants. This time feeling the warmth and wetness against his bare skin. He groaned against you, pushing you against the desk.

"Negan...but the doors open." You whispered breathlessly against him but he didnt seem to care and truthfully, neither did you. Never had you felt such an intense build up of pleasure. It felt like it was growing into something else, something else you couldnt control.

"Negan-" you moaned as he moved his hand faster. The two of you breathing rapidly against each other, he could tell you were about to cum.

"Negan wait-" you gasped, almost pushing him away as the intense feeling increased.

"Dont hold it in, sweetheart." Negan held you as you squirmed, your knees falling weak. He knew it was your first time feeling this sensation, he watched it take over you.

"Let it go, trust me." He whispered in your ear. Holding his place and picking you up on top of the desk he felt your body shake and freeze against him . A moan of complete relief escaped your lips as his hand slowed down to a stop. The two of you panting against each other. Was this what an orgasm felt like? You didnt ever recall making yourself ever feel this. Looking down at you he pulled his hand out of your pants and sucked your juices off of his fingers. Negan backed away putting his erection in full view, a massive bulge in his pants.

"Oh-" you whispered a bit intrigued as you pushed yourself off the desk when suddenly your fathers voice made you jump.

"Negan is there anything I can do for you?"

Your father Garry asked as Negan went around the desk pretending to look for something.

"Nope. I dont need anything at all. I just wanted to make sure your lovely daughter here had things in order and things are fucking immaculate in here. Just how I like it." Negan spoke making your father have a look of relief.

"Good I'm glad. I'll be bringing the rest of the supplies to the room now." Your father left the room making you sigh in relief. Negan looked over at you with a smile.

"I'll see you tonight, darling." Leaving you confused he walked past you stopping at the door way to adjust his pants before leaving the room.

Staring at yourself in the small mirror of your bedroom you couldnt stop thinking about what happened earlier. It felt like a dream, the man you had been having so many fantasies about actually touched you. Passing your hand slowly over the center of your womanhood you closed your eyes remembering the way his hand moved. The sound of his breathing, the touch of his lips against your ear. Opening your eyes you remembered what he had said.

"See you tonight." You whispered to yourself in confusion. Just as much as you thought of Negan, he thought of you. He wanted more of you. Negan sat in his room alone and finished jerking himself off, groaning as his cum spilled down his cock. He could've had any of his wives to relieve him but you being the one he ached for, they weren't enough tonight.

Heading to the cafeteria for dinner, you sat beside your father and a few others and began to eat. Negan stepped inside immediately picking you apart from the crowded room. Your heart skipping a beat you watched as he walked towards your table stopping right beside you. His crotch at your eye level, he looked down at you and the others.

"Vivica, I need you to show me something in the medical room that I'm going to need."

"What do you need Negan, I can assist you." Your father instantly stood up making Negan look up at him with a hint of annoyance.

"Its alright, Garry. Your daughter knows her way around the supplies well, you've done enough today." Your father looked at you and nodded signaling for you to go. Negan stood back allowing you to walk ahead of him out of the cafeteria. Your father wasnt to keen on the idea of his daughter alone with a man he was afraid of. Out of fear he did not stand his ground although he knew Negan never hurt a woman. Nervously but excitedly you walked ahead towards the medical room. Wondering to yourself if Negan was going to do what he had done earlier.

"What did you need to find, Negan?" You asked as you turned to him walking down the hall when he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into his room. Your lips parted staring around the room you had never been in. The sound of the door locking made you turn back to Negan anxiously.

"What are we doing in here?" You looked confused when he aggressively pulled you close.

"We are doing whatever you want to do, darling." The look in his eyes of hunger and eagerness, he had only one thing on his mind.

"Negan, I dont know how-" you stumbled over your own words remembering all the things the women had told you. As much as they may have told you, you still had no idea what to do.

"How about we dont go all the way...you can start off by giving me a taste of those sweet lips." Negan grabbed your neck and kissed you erotically. Moaning with surprise into his lips before letting your body fall into his, you savoured the taste of him. The feel of his tongue swirling around yours as his hand brushed down your chest and grabbed your breast. He continued to kiss you when you suddenly felt him completely rip your shirt open making you scream.

"Negan! What am I suppose to tell my dad?!" You looked down at you broken shirt attempting to cover yourself before he grabbed your face and made you look up at him.

"Did you forget he works for me?" He squinted his eyes looking down at you as he gently push your arms aside revealing your breasts.

"My oh my..." he whispered as he slowly licked his lips. As rough as he was with breaking your shirt, his lips move delicately on your skin. Negan sucked on your breast as he made you fall back onto his bed. The feel of his wet tongue flicking your nipple made you brush your fingers through his dark hair for more. Negan made a trail of kisses down to your belly button eventually removing the rest of your clothes.

The stories you heard of the way Negan worked his tongue you didnt doubt to be true. Negan took off his leather jacket throwing it on the chair behind him before getting on his knees and placing your legs over his shoulders. Moaning at the feel of his warm breath in between your legs, a shiver went down your spine at the first feel of his tongue. He moaned with his lips against you, the vibrating feel of his voice sent sparks of pleasure through you. Never did you think this much pleasure was possible, never did you think Negan would be the man giving it to you. Without you realizing he unbuttoned his pants pushing it low enough to reveal his cock before he got back on his feet. Negan pulled your body up fully onto the bed before leaning in on top of you to kiss you. Distracting you with kisses he angled his cock at your entrance when you suddenly felt the tip of him press against you.

"Negan-" your eyes flung open not having expected him to be fully naked. The look on his face of a smirk with pure sneakyness.

"Relax, darling. Look at me." The voice of seduction and cockiness all in one.

With innocent and confused eyes you looked up at him, adjusting yourself to the feeling of something entering you. Wincing as he entered you, you watched his eyes darken. Never had Negan looked at you this way before, your lips parted when suddenly he gave you one hard thrust forward. With a scream you grabbed onto him shutting your eyes tightly before feeling him begin to move slowly. Opening your eyes you found Negan with a look of intense focus in his eyes. The man was doing his best to restrain himself from using the force he really wanted to use.

"You're so god damn...tight.." Negan looked down watching himself enter you, the skin on his neck and face turned a light shade of red as he breathed heavily. Having heard so much of Negan being so rough in bed you were surprised at the restraint he had on himself for your comfort. He could only hold himself for so long.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Viv- I need to-" he began to slam into you harder making you gasp. Expecting pain you were shocked to not feel anymore of it at all. Instead you felt his full length in you bringing you pleasure to the pit of your stomach. Noticing the pleased expression on your face Negan took rythm moving in a fast motion. He groaned as you grabbed onto his shoulders moaning along with him.

"I should've had you a long fucking time ago." He spoke breathlessly, his lips brushing against yours as he did. Negan brushed both hands through your hair and pulled hard making you scream louder. Now you understood when the women would express the pain bringing more pleasure. The same build up of pleasure you felt this morning, growing intensely within you. Except this time it was bigger, you began to cry out making Negan make hoarse like noises with each thrust.

"Negan-wait its happening again.." you screamed as your arched your back.

"Take it, fucking take it!" Negan growled watching you squirm beneath him as you screamed. He made sure not to stop until you fully felt your complete orgasm. Finally collapsing fully back on the bed you panted when Negan suddenly pulled out and released himself on your lower stomach. His moans were loud as you looked down and watched him jerk himself off. Never had you seen a throbbing cock release so much cum. Negan was lost in his own climax before he realized the way you looked down at his member. Taking your hand he placed it on his cock and had you finish jerking him off. A couple more drops of his cum spilling onto your hips, you looked at it in amazement.

"Come here." He sat you up, his voice low and husky as he angled himself before your lips.

"Open your mouth, doll." Doing as he said you opened your mouth and allowed him to thrust forward. He moaned softly as he felt the warmth in between your lips. He thrusted his hips softly wanting you to suck up every last drop of him. The sensitivity with his intense climax mixed with your lips made him roll his eyes back. He could feel himself about to cum all over again.

"Look at me." He instructed out of breath brushing the hair out of your face, you felt him jerk in your mouth. Suddenly he pushed himself into your mouth deeply making you swallow whatever he had left. Gagging on his cock, you coughed as he pulled out and watched the cum and saliva drip from your lips. Your tongue catching every drop.

"Oh yeah what a good girl."

The look of innocence in your eyes feeding his ego as he knew no other had done this with you.

"You did that, sweetheart." He smiled as he panted, handing you a towel to clean yourself off he looked back at you and chuckled.

"What?" You asked confused.

"I think I just got addicted."

His words making you playfully roll your eyes as you stood up and dressed yourself.

"I dont think your wives would like to hear that." You laughed as he gave you one of his white t shirts to wear.

"They dont have to know, they'll find something to do. I've got a whole lot of things I still need to teach you, V." He stared direclty into your eyes as he buttoned his pants. Speechlessly, you made sure your clothes were properly on you. You couldnt believe you actually lost your virginity, let alone to Negan.

"Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, darling." Negan put on his leather jacket as he walked with you to the door.

"I did. I never felt-"

"I know." He interrupted confidently, he knew this was all new to you. Blushing, you stopped at the door and smiled.

"I better get going, my dad is going to think something and I dont need him getting mad at me." Negan scoffed before suddenly grabbing your face slightly aggressively.

"Hey. Did you enjoy me fucking you?" He asked with a serious expression, his eyes looking deeply into yours.

"Yea...of course."

"Do you want me to fuck you again?" He held your face tightly.

"Yes," you responded softly.

"So then dont worry about it. You're a god damn grown woman. I'm sure he wont get in the way." With a nod you left before him walking out of the room with Negan only to run into your father.

"Dad-"

"Oh hey Doc, I had V here bring me some of the supplies I needed. I had to....show her a few things of how I wanted things done." The slick tone in Negans voice, you knew exactly what he meant. Innocently your father simply nodded and smiled at you.

"Shes a quick learner isnt she."

"Yes she is." Negan grinned as your father returned the smile before turning away with you.

"Oh yes she is." Muttering low to himself he thought of the many more things he wanted to do to you.

[arhvste]

❛ oikawa tooru - tapestry - drabble ❜

“little plant-chan! you’re all grown up i’m a proud father!”

the small succulent that resided on the white wooden windowsill in yourself and tooru’s room basked in the soft sunlight in the early morning. the curtains remained pulled, a soft white light drifted through the bedroom creating a heavenly atmosphere. the soft white sheets of the bed tousled from toorus side, the dip on his pillow and the mattress still faintly pressed from where he had been sleeping.

oikawa hummed softly and padded off to the en-suite bathroom to retrieve the small silver tin watering can tooru insisted you’d both need despite the fact you argued a whole watering can wasn’t necessary for a single plant, yet you found it hard to deny his pleads.

gently tipping the can at an angle, a thin and slow flow of water trickled into the small pot as the droplets of water caught the ends of the soft green leaves. a pretty twinkle entrapped in each small diamond of liquid, oikawas own eyes reflected the same small sparks of joy.

“you’re so pretty plant-chan, just like your mother, obviously your main good looks came from me but i’ll admit i see a lot of your mother in you.”

oikawa nodded in satisfaction and returned the can back to the cabnit in the bathroom before heading over to the kitchen to get started in your daily morning coffee. your boyfriend was adament about doing these small tasks for you. he declared that it was little acts of love like this that helped keep your tightly knitted relationship with the physical and verbal professions of love sewn tightly together with the small acts of love that played as the thread in the tapestry structure of your relationship.

humming to himself, oikawa carefully poured the beverage into your favourite mug; the ‘best girlfriend in the world’ mug he had bought you on his way home from training one night. it was a clichè and cheesy gift and oikawa had initially considered it not a big deal, but seeing the warm smile spread across your face when you read the printed ceramic, it was then it clicked to him that maybe it was the little acts of appreciation that were the way into your heart. hence his insistence and preaching of gentle acts of affection to be a part of your relationship.

he smiled with satisfaction and made his way back into the shared bedroom were you were sat up properly now rubbing your eyes. his golden brown eyes locked into your own eyes and his smile spread further.

“mornin tooru.”

as observant as ever, oikawa didn’t miss the slight perkiness in your voice.

“you’ve been up a little while havent you?” he wandered over to your bedside table and placed the two mugs down gently on the white surface.

“not up exactly but awake yes.”

“why didn’t you say anything.”

you giggle softly, your laughter twinkling like soft little bells ringing melodically through his ears.

“i don’t want to interrupt your daily conversation with our ‘child’.”

“child?” oikawa was dumbfounded as you shook your head at his obliviousness.

“plant-chan? oh tooru, no good father forgets their own child’s name.”

oikawas face heated up slightly as a result of embarrassment. so you had heard all the daily chatter he’d have with the small green succulent?

“w-well, it’s not a real child is it? plants grow better when you talk to them.” he pouted as he sat the edge of the bed. you brought your hands up and carded them through his soft brown locks, the few stray hairs brushed out of his gorgeous face.

“if that’s what you insist.” you hummed as his pout didn’t falter. the two of you allowed the soft atmosphere if your room take over as the gentle breathing patterns of each other could be heard. your warm hand still raking through his hair, his eyes fluttered shut in peace.

“you know,” he spoke up catching your interest. “being plant parents is good practice for when we become real parents.”

you heart fluttered at the statement. a secure future with oikawa was something you’d hoped to obtain and it seemed like he had every intention of letting you do so. love with oikawa always did feel secure though. he kept promises and made you feel part of his lifelong plan. the small threads affection only strengthing your knitted pieces of love as each day passes. only a few more moments of delicate needle work needed and oikawa was sure an engagement ring would be woven into your tapestry where more materials and methods of stitching would be introduced for the two of you to work out and master together thread by thread.

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this was only meant to be a plant dad oikawa drabble but as always, aisla got carried away in her own little world :(

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also! you still havent told me about eden's exes *nudge wink*

only took me a full year 🤡

all the others (& you)

ship: hawke x varric (among others) wc: 1,494 rating: t notes: it’s about all of eden’s relationships what more could you want

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age 4 

Frayed, dirty, and perfect. Dust collects on her stuffed animal like cobwebs in an attic. 

A tiny Eden Hawke wraps her small hands around his knitted face and calls him, “bubby,” baby-speak for, “boyfriend”. She loves him. She loves him as she loves cake, as she loves bubble baths, as she loves when her father creates explosions from his staff, orange and red and yellow sparking in a dance of flame. 

When the neighbor runs away from her, screaming about danger Eden doesn’t understand, she’s forced to leave Bubby in that same attic, collecting cobwebs like the rest of it all. It hurts just as bad as any breakup.

~

age 9 

Now taught to be cautious around others, Eden is scared to speak. A goddess with golden hair and eyes as green as emeralds walks by her home every day, and she is enraptured. She doesn’t understand what she feels, not really, but she stares, bright blue eyes following the girl as she passes.

On a day where the sky opens up and rain pours from the clouds, the girl slips. Ever helpful, Eden rushes to her aid, helping her to her feet with blush spreading as far as her neck. Hands brush. The girl’s normally sunny hair is darkened with mud and Eden sees her for what she really is, an angel fallen from grace. Dirtied from the mud, the girl looks much more human.

Attainable. 

They have a short relationship, but a sweet one. Neither realize the gravity of their quick pecks on the cheek or playful hand holding. When the girl moves to a new home, Eden feels hollow and alone. Her angel has returned home, and she is shackled back to the cold, dark house, instead being directed to the role of big sister. The twins are two years old now, after all. Someone has to look after them.

~

age 14 

With the new ability to control her magic, Eden is allowed a little farther out of the house. Only permitted to roam the grass fields beside their home, she frolics, relishing in the way the tall grains of wheat tickle her skin. 

When two brown eyes peek out at her through the grass, the same color as his skin, she screams and falls to the ground. A wide, gap-toothed grin follows, and a warm hand helps her to her feet, steadying her as she regains her balance. He’s 16, old enough to wander out by himself, he says. She wouldn’t know, she replies. 

“Can I show you something?” he asks. 

Daring a quick glance at her house, uneasy, she nods slowly, tightening her grip on his hand as he drags her away, running at top speed. With her feet pounding against the ground, her black hair flying in the wind, the wheat whipping against her skin, she has never felt more alive. He is not just showing her what it is to be free from her house, he’s showing her what it’s like to be free. Free of worry, free of cares, free of responsibilities. He whisks her away to a secret spot by the water and returns her a different girl.

When it’s discovered Eden has been running off unsupervised for months—and with a boy, no less—she’s forbidden to leave the house. The boy looks for her every now and then. One day he stops coming.

~

age 15 

A girl with hair as red as the fire Eden can conjure replaces her last, and Eden is as grateful as one can be. Soft kisses shared behind bales of hay enlighten her. Nights of brushing each other’s hair, hands gentle and caring, hushed giggles falling from their lips. She is beautiful.

I love her, Eden thinks, and for once in her life, she is sure. 

When the girl makes snowflakes with her magic, Eden is certain. She understands. She won’t run. She won’t scream. She channels the same energy Eden does, beautiful and bright, warm and cold and free. Papa warns Eden of the danger of their magic, but she doesn’t mind. They’re safe. In the hidden reaches of the Hawke barn, they’re safe. No Templar can touch them there.

When her love calls, she comes. When she beckons, she obliges. So young and hopeful, they feel as if they'll float together forever. 

Eden feels the weight of a thousand pounds settle on her chest when her love is taken away, finally revealed as a mage, and swears she’ll never love another the way she loved her.

~

age 17 

Brown hair that falls in front of his eyes like waves, eyes as dark and stormy and blue as the sea, lips as pink as a ripe peach; Edward Colmes is a god among men. A perfect gentleman, poised and refined, with a grin as charming as his speech. Eddie, he says. Call me Eddie. 

Eden is trapped. 

His mouth casts a spell of its own, without magic, filling Eden’s head with thoughts of love and devotion. In just a few months, Eddie has Eden wrapped around his finger tight. In a moving sea of danger, uncertainty, and doubt, Eddie is her shore. 

It takes three years to notice anything’s wrong. 

Eddie’s hands are possessive, not caring. Eddie’s eyes are predatory, not loving. His mouth is devouring, not gentle—devouring like the ocean during a tsunami, destroying everything in its path, looking as beautiful as ever as it does so. Being around Eddie is like being in a haze, surrounded by fog that seeps within and creates doubt, that turns thoughts into vague ideas, that twists resentment into need of reassurance. Eden loses possession of her thoughts, handing them over to Eddie with apologetic fervor. 

When she’s 21 years old, her father pulls her aside. “Songbird,” he warns, warm brown eyes gentle and worried. “That boy’s no good for you.”

Instead of listening, she locks the door to Eddie’s cage herself, content to be caged for the rest of her life. Eddie visits with another’s lips whispering across his own, and she pretends not to notice. Eddie is gentle when he murmurs, “Edie,” into her ear, his kisses anything but gentle as he moves down her neck, to her chest, and below. 

He is slow and tender and kind when he touches her, his thin fingers trailing down her uncorrupted body, and he is even sweeter when he is the first to take her. To claim her as his. He is all of these things, and yet, Eden feels a dark nest of horrible feelings and insecurities boiling in her chest, growing into a terrible pit in her stomach. 

She hears, I love you, but he says, I own you. 

She hears, You’re mine, but he says, You’re mine. 

When she’s 22, he says, I’ve found someone new, and she hears, You were never worth anything anyway.

~

age 31 

In Varric’s arms, she is worth everything. 

He lies, but not to her. Never to her. 

When her name is spoken on his tongue, it is like honey and wine and good bread shared with good friends. It’s like standing on top of a building to scream your love to anyone who will listen, it’s the rush of standing outside in a storm, it’s everything good wrapped into one little word: Eden. 

When he sees her, really sees her—not Hawke, not the Champion, not the impossible legend the citizens of Kirkwall have built up over the years—it is like being stripped of every insecurity she’s ever had, of any grief, fear, anger, any negative emotion she’s ever felt in her life. She’s a new person when Varric looks at her. 

His gaze is full of admiration. When he looks at her, there is no possession, no lust, no need for control. He is looking at her, not what he can get from her. He is looking at the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, at the way her lips curl upwards when she’s up to no good, at the way her chest rises and falls when she’s deep in thought. 

Stolen glances across the table during Wicked Grace are enough to get her heart pounding, galloping in her chest like a wild horse. Eden doesn’t have to prove herself to Varric; he’ll love her at her highest and at her lowest, when she’s painted with purple and red, when her face is bare and her lips are that perfect shade of pink, when she’s beaten down and bloody and bruised. He loves every scar, every blemish, every weird mole, because he loves her.

And she loves him. More than Bubby, more than the blonde goddess, more than the boy in the fields, more than the red-haired mage, and certainly, definitely, more than Edward Colmes. 

More than herself. 

More than anyone can possibly love another. 

And she thinks, maybe, just maybe, all the others were worth it, if it meant she can have him now. 

[just-some-random-blogger]

Trading Secrets

GOT7

Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

Summary: After ending your year long engagement with Jaebum, your older brother Jackson made it his mission to be your personal hype man. However, while playing matchmaker, he unintentionally overlooks your own feelings.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Jackson's Younger Sis AU, rich kid au, themes of classism, mentions of bad exes, fluff, some angst, typos, etc.

A/N: I have been in a rut, so I've decided to literally speed run the requests I can do rn. I HAVENT CHECKED FOR TYPOS ILL COME BACK SOON ENOUGH maybe. this request has been here forever im so sorry it took so long T_T Also obviously this is fiction ok miss me with that BS TY

Meeting Yugyeom marked the end of an era, the end of my year long heartbreak, the closing chapter of the mopey life I lived up until that point.

He was the beginning of my sunshine, the reason I could walk with a skip in my step, it was the beginning of me feeling like myself again.

I met him at a gala, but not how you would expect. He wasn't one of our family friend's guest, in fact, he had nothing to do with Choi Youngjae's family at all, except maybe the fact he was their employee for that night. Yugyeom was a server for the party the day I met him.

I was in an emotional fit when he saw me at the gardens and he immediately felt awkward since he went outside to take a break from the stuffy atmosphere inside.

For a moment, he kept his silence, up until he decided it would be downright rude to just stand there within a few feet from me and not say anything.

"Did one of the snobby kids in the party fight you, or something?" Yugyeom tries with a lighthearted voice, hoping it would be better than asking if I was okay, when I clearly was not.

I jolted at the sudden sound of his voice, and managed a look at him. Since I was pathetic and prone to self-deprecation during this time, I simply agreed and casually stated, "yeah, my ex-fiancé was there with his next bride-to-be. It felt like I was the butt of everyone's joke, so yeah, I'd say it was a fight."

Yugyeom was not expecting that. But he did know about the dude who was flaunting his fiancé. How could he not when he was so bigheaded about her dress for tonight and the assests her father had. So, Yugyeom placed his pockets in his hands and asked, "was it that moron in the Im family? What's his face, Jaehyun? Jaeyoon, Jae-"

"Jaebum," I say, sniffling, "how'd you know?"

Yugyeom scoffs, "how could I not. He's a prick, even he knows it. Honestly, you're better off. The dude can't tip for his life. How is someone so rich yet so stingy."

I chuckle, shaking my head at the thought, "he wasn't always like that."

"Oh, baby," Yugyeom says out of instinct, it meant nothing to either person in the conversation, "don't defend him. He's not worth it."

It was at this moment, Yugyeom and I finally look at each other. Even with bloodshot eyes and a semi-runny nose, he decided in his head the view was beautiful. He suddenly felt even more annoyed by the idea of Im Jaebum.

"Thanks," I say, wiping my nose, "you gave me enough confidence to walk back in all the way to my car."

Yugyeom knits his brows, "what? Where you planning on camping here for the night?"

I chuckle, "I'm friends with the Choi's. It wouldn't be the first time I slept in their garden, although this time, intentional."

We both share a laugh. Yugyeom felt compelled to make the atmosphere ever more relaxed than it already was, and so he said, "I'll trade you a couple secrets, since you told me some."

Both a brow and a corner of my lips quirked up upon hearing this, "which part of the conversation did I tell you any secret?"

"The part where you talked about your ex and the fact you got shitfaced enough to sleep on grass."

"Hold on," I raise a finger, "I never said I was shitfaced, nor did I sleep on the g-"

"Whatever," Yugyeom laughs, "I got you rich kids all figured out."

Instantly, I feel standoffish and borderline provoked by this, but I keep it cool and only cross my arms as I throw him a face, "do you now."

"Yep," he pops the P, "you're the really rich type that doesn't even notice the fact that I accidentally stole caviar from the last party the Choi's had."

"Wait, wait," I feel my jaw drop, "how do you accidentally steal-"

"I was fixing my hair in the kitchen," Yugyeom immediately explains, "I had a jar of wax and I placed it on the counter top. I fix my hair, throw the jar back in my bag, except when I got to my gig, it was a fucking jar of caviar and not my hair wax."

I break into a laugh. Yugyeom watches my expression and matches my giggles. I shake my head and wave a hand, "wait, I have so many questions."

Yugyeom's watch beeps. He turns to his wrist and stops it, "well, they're gonna have to wait cause my break just ended."

"Oh, right... it was nice-"

"Do you want to get drinks with me after this?"

I am so stunned by his confidence that I nearly forget that he asked me a question. It takes him smiling at me, urging a response by saying, "any second now," as he did a small hop in his place. I break into another chuckle, feeling the need to wipe my nose, suddenly realizing I had just been crying before talking to him. Contrary to the voice I had in my head saying it was a bad idea, I quickly nodded my head and smiled back, "sure. I... I don't have anything better to do anyway."

That small voice in my head was wrong, getting drinks with Yugyeom after that party was the best thing that ever happened to me in a long time.

He and I would hang out every weekend, and he would take me to underground art shows, rap battles, and even dances showcases where he would perform.

I would learn when he wasn't hustling for extra money, he was dancing, either professionally as a backup dancer, a teacher, or in competitions.

Slowly he was seeping deeper and deeper into my world. The causal greetings I would give him if he wound up being a waiter at another party I was invited to would turn into shy smiles from across the room. The casual hangouts we had on weekends blossomed into much awaited dates that ended with kisses and promises of meeting next week.

Still, as much as my heart thumped at the sight of him, we were taking it slow and labels were sort of up in the air. I mean, goodness, he was close enough to me that he became friends with my brother. He was close enough with me that my brother trusted Yugyeom enough to drive me home when he was too drunk to do so.

So during one party on my older brother's yacht, said older brother Jackson put me in quite a tough spot, especially considering he personally invited Yugyeom after hanging out with him enough.

It seems in all of this time Jackson has seen me with Yugyeom, he didn't notice that I was practically making googly eyes at him, cause what did he do? He sets me up with Bambam.

Bam. Bam.

"Hi, Bambam," I chuckle, awkwardly reciprocating the hug initiated. Bambam was dressed to the nines, like he always was, glasses, leather shoes, gold watch, and all.

Jackson was watching from afar, arm around Yugyeom as he squealed and shook his friend, "I have a good feeling about this."

Yugyeom could only watch with disdain.

"That bastard Jaebum really did a number on her, but I think, since she's been talking about going out on dates lately, she might be ready to date again."

Yugyeom grinds his teeth, "she's been talking about going dates?"

Jackson turns to Yugyeom, the hand that was not around his friend was holding a drink, "yeah. She told me she was thinking about dating again, and I said I knew exactly the person she'd be into."

Yugyeom scoffs, "and Bambam is that?"

Jackson takes a swig of his drink, "duhhh! He's around her age, and he went to the same school she did. He's also in charge of the same department she handles in our company, so yeah. Match made in heaven, don't you think, Gyeom?"

Yugyeom, who was annoyed by the fact Jackson totally looked over him initially, suddenly felt like he was put in his place. He was none of those things. He didn't even finish going to university. He watched as Bambam nodded his head causally, making the neatly pressed clothes on his body move just a bit at the action. Then he looked at his ripped jeans and worn out combat boots, then suddenly he was acutely aware of how out of place he really was in all this.

The Wang siblings were gracious enough to make him delude himself into thinking he had a shot at getting the girl he liked.

He didn't know if it was the yacht ride or the realization that make him feel like barfing.

Yugyeom weighs the chances he has to get to shore if he just jumps off here and now.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he tells Jackson. Jackson nods and pulls away, moving on to mingle with the rest of his guests.

Yugyeom makes his way to the tiny bathroom and looks at his reflection for a solid minute. He splashes water on his face and wipes it off with bottom of his old band t-shirt.

He is surprised by whom he meets once he exits the room.

"Hey," I chirp. The smile on my face deflates when Yugyeom returns a gloomy gaze.

I find myself frowning, "are you okay? Are you seasick?"

"No..." he shakes his head. He can't help but feel tingly at the concern, and so he involuntarily chuckles in endearment, "I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine," I counter, offering a wide-eyed look. Suddenly, as he shifts in his place to lean against the wall, I realize something, "is this because of Bambam?"

Yugyeom, in all his casual confidence, tenses, nonverbally answering me.

"Hey," I sigh, catching his hand in mine. Yugyeom feels his entire being burn at the slightest of contact. I knit my brows, "Jackson's just trying to help me."

Yugyeom can't meet my gaze, "I know..." he offers a half-hearted smile, "he's right... you should end up with someone like Bambam."

"What?"

Yugyeom straightens himself up and tightens his hold on my hand. He looks down on me and sighs, "You're out of my atmosphere. Come on, we met at a party where I was a waiter. We're worlds apart."

I look at him with an incredulous expression, "the air pressure up there must have finally gotten to your head, huh," I mock, ripping my hand away from him to cross my arms.

He is unamused.

I sigh, "Gyeomie, do you honestly think if I cared about that, I would have my heart race when I'm around you like I always do."

"Well-" he cuts himself off once he realizes exactly what I said, "your heart races when I'm around."

I shudder out, "unfortunately yes, and you don't seem to want to take responsibility."

Yugyeom is at a loss for words. He opens his mouth and raises his hand, "I do. I do. I so do."

"Alright then," I hold back a smile, "I've told you a secret, now you tell me one."

Yugyeom perks up at that and immediately leans down as he places his hands on my shoulders. He peppers the side of my face, down to my neck with kisses, causing me to curl up at the sensation and giggle at the ticklish feeling. He pushes hair behind my ear then whispers, "I really, really, really want you to be my girlfriend."

[grvntld]

okie so my first chika is actually about boyfie's fambam which are gonna be my in-laws in just a few months. IN. JUST. A. FEW. MONTHS. im gonna get married in just a few months and i still couldnt believe it but also i could not wait bc i love my man i love him so much y'all hv no idea how much and i cant wait to like officially build a life w him even though we hv started doing that already with our plans and all that

anyway, so yeah, boyfie's fambam — theyve always treated me with nothing short of warm. even from the v start and boyfie and i were not like a steady couple yet, like we were just dating and seeing where the tides will take us, they have always treated me like im already part of their family, like they know where our relationship was heading back then. it was heartwarming.

so uhm, i was in lipa, batangas last friday, right? and boyfie's fambam is actually from batangas so of course, i messaged them and told them im in batangas but im on a tight schedule and im not sure if i could meet them but hopefully soon we would be able to see each other again. i didnt know they were out doing errands though and they were near my place of werq that time so i was really surprised when they messaged me if they could maybe drive by just to see me. ngl i panicked. i told my bosses right away if i could excuse myself for a few minutes once my future in-laws are near so i could just say hi and good thing they said yes. they texted me when they were at the golf and country club's gate so i could wait for them in the hotel lobby since i was really on a tight schedule and the owners of the whole property were there too. so there i was in the hotel lobby waiting for them and they got into a problem by the gate since the place is kinda exclusive + of course, under strict protocol so they had to give my name and our contact's name and at first, the guards still wont let them until they called me and i got to talk to the guards on the phone and told them who i was and what was my business there and they were aware of what my team was doing there anyway so after that call, boyfie's fambam was finally let in. i even told the guards they were my future in-laws and right then and there i kinda aggshsjsjskll got shy bc well, im actually a rlly shy person, okkkkk?¿¿?¿??? plus i know they could hear my conversation with the guards since im on loud speaker + i got rlly soft when i was even waiting for the guards to be available to talk to me bc boyfie's dad was on the phone and he was like, "hello, aina. sandali lang, ineng, ha? si tatay ito" 🥺 im soft, you guys!!!! he's basically telling me that it's fine to call him tatay, right? 🥺🥲😭

ok so fast forward to them finally reaching the hotel lobby. i thought it was only boyfie's parents that i was going to see that day so my mind was running wild when i saw figures on the back seat. turns out, boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby — who i both havent met ever since as they were destined in the middle east before and our schedules just wont meet every time they go back here in the ph — were with the parents. i was even kinda in denial as i was going down the staircase of the hotel lobby to meet them by the driveway bc i was telling myself maybe those were actually boyfie's other siblings that i hv met olredi, but then as i got closer, i was just seeing clearly that they were indeed boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby and i was agvsgsbshdnfubeudbfjndjdkdkslsllsl i dont know, mahn, i just rlly wanna make a good first impression. dont shit me, you would want to make a good first impression too when it comes to your partner's family, especially when your partner is part of a tight-knit family. DUH. so yeah, boyfie's mom took lead of the conversation and she was the one who made the introductions between me and boyfie's eldest sister plus her hubby. i could feel their eyes looking at me while boyfie's mom and dad were talking to me. boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby actually asked me stuff abt the golf and country club and honestly, the conversation was almost a blur to me bc i was trying my best to hold my self together as it was the first time that i was meeting them and boyfie wasnt with me and im just an awkward person overall and i was scared im gonna say the wrong things aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh but then everything turned out well. i think i did good. they also asked me of my schedule so i told them my team's gonna cover the whole place amd then we'll head to tagaytay the next day to cover a cafe, and then we're going home. hehe. it was a nice catch up × first meet session. they were nice, they were all smiling. they even gave me dragonfruits to take home. 🤚🥺

boyfie's fambam loves me. dont get me wrong, im not bragging or anything but i know when people actually like me and when they dont, and i just know that boyfie's fambam hv accepted me with their arms wide open, and i am vvv much grateful for that. i love them. i could not ask for better in-laws. theyre all wonderful and i hope they know and feel how much i love their son and brother.

okie so dazz all. at least diziz all i could remember from that time bc really it was kinda blurry to me. i felt like time slowed down but also it all happened so fast and i was just there being: ☺🥺🥲☺🥺🥲. srsly, even after that time, i was kind of shaking bc i got butterflies in my stomach for seeing them without boyfie right by my side. boyfie knows how nervous and tense i get around people so he usually holds my hand to remind me he's there and he wasnt physically there when it all happened, so when i got back to my job, i had a bit of a struggle to go back into my werq mode zone. lol. good thing i was able to push through, though, and i even hosted a live with the chef and the golf and country club's general manager, so i guess i could say i did a good job — personal-life-wise and werq-life-wise! hehe. 🙆‍♀️🦋💖🌻