#and its weird because its her body but after so long it feels foreigner

[diassch]

Imagining gangle getting out of the circus and doing animation meme as a coping mechanisms

hymn for the decadent life

[rosemariiaa]

~All Eyes on You~

part: 3

a/n: okay last chapter, i really enjoyed writing this its new and soo fun lol idk i love you guys wtf! i’ve tried to write smut the best i can so let’s give it a second go? it’s like i’m experienced but i CANT put it into words on here for NOTHING lol? okay happy reading lovelies 💌

warnings: angst, fluff, sexual content

Enjoy!!!

Tori lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind running wild. Her stomach felt weird, and her chest was tight—like something was trying to claw its way out. What the fuck is this? She had never felt anything like it before. The tension between her and Paige had been electric from the start, but now? Now it was terrifying.

She rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket tighter around her. The memory of Paige kissing her, the way her lips lingered, how her touch made her heart race, played on a loop in her head. It was… too much. Paige was confident, self-assured, and so damn attractive—it was hard for Tori to think straight around her. But this? Feeling this way about a girl? She’d never even entertained the thought before Paige.

It was too much too fast. The feelings were crashing into her like a wave she couldn’t swim out of. She was overthinking everything now—what if she messed it up? What if she wasn’t enough for Paige? What if Paige wasn’t even sure about this? The doubt churned inside her like a storm. I need to just sleep this off, she thought, shutting her eyes tight and forcing herself to sink into the mattress, praying for sleep to take over.

But sleep didn’t come easily.

———-

Meanwhile, across town, Paige was lying in her own bed, the complete opposite of Tori’s emotional chaos. A small smile played on her lips as she stared at her ceiling, her body still buzzing from the time she’d just spent with Tori. Her fingers absentmindedly traced her own lips, remembering the feel of Tori’s against them.

Damn, I’m a fucking goner, she thought with a smirk, shaking her head at how fast she’d fallen. She’d been with people before, sure, but never like this. Never with this intensity. It scared the shit out of her.

Paige wasn’t dumb. She knew Tori had been through a lot of shit with Jason and his bullshit. That guy was toxic as hell, and the thought of Tori having to deal with that for so long pissed Paige off. She deserves better than that. So much better. And Paige wanted—no, needed—to be the one to give her that.

But what if she couldn’t? What if she fucked it all up? Paige’s heart tightened at the thought. I’ve never done this. Never fell for someone so fast, never felt like this about any girl either. She ran a hand through her messy blonde hair, letting out a soft, frustrated sigh. Fuck. Tori was vulnerable, even if she didn’t want to admit it. And Paige knew she had the power to break her heart, which scared her more than anything. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Tori, but she couldn’t deny the pull between them. It was so strong, so fucking real.

She turned onto her side, clutching her pillow tighter as she closed her eyes, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts. All she knew was that Tori deserved everything good in the world, and Paige was determined to give it to her, no matter how terrifying this was.

Because, at the end of the day, she was already in too deep.

———-

The morning light filtered into Tori’s apartment, but she couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling from the night before. Her body still felt heavy, like she hadn’t slept enough, even though she had collapsed into bed right after Paige left. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, she kept replaying their kiss. The softness of Paige’s lips, how her heart raced, the warmth that spread through her body—it felt so intense, so foreign. She’d never felt like this with anyone before, especially not a girl.

Her thoughts circled back to that kiss over and over, making her chest tighten with both excitement and fear. This is too much, she thought, forcing herself to push it down. She didn’t even know what to make of it, so she just tried to ignore the confusion.

Tori sat at the kitchen table, pushing her half-eaten breakfast around her plate. The toast was cold, and the coffee had lost its warmth. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the food in front of her, her mind kept drifting back to the ESPYs later that night. The award for Best Comeback Athlete loomed over her like a dark cloud, reminding her of all the doubts that had surfaced since her injury. It wasn’t just the public’s skepticism that weighed on her; even her own parents had questioned whether she could return to form.

She sighed and decided to text her stylist. Maybe thinking about what to wear would distract her from the mess swirling in her head. As much as she loved the thought of stepping out and looking great, her mind still wandered back to Paige and, even worse, Jason.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the table, breaking her train of thought. It was a text from Paige.

Hey, are you excited to see my beautiful face later?

A small smile crept onto Tori’s face at the sight of Paige’s name.

More than you know. What time are you getting here?

Whatever time you want me to come get you.

With a frustrated sigh, Tori set her fork down and closed her eyes. She couldn’t shake the image of Paige’s warm smile or the way they had teased each other so effortlessly. But there was still the matter of Jason. Their relationship felt like a heavy anchor, holding her back when all she wanted was to soar. She hadn’t officially broken up with him yet, and the thought nagged at her.

Taking a deep breath, Tori picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed Jason’s number.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jason answered, his voice filled with confusion.

“Hey, Jason, I… I think we need to talk,” Tori said, trying to keep her tone steady.

“What do you mean? Is this about the awards? I thought you were excited!”

“I am, but I can’t keep pretending. This isn’t working for me anymore.”

“What are you talking about? We’ve been through so much together!” Jason’s voice grew defensive.

“Exactly. We’ve been through a lot, and I think I need to move on. I’ve been feeling lost in this relationship.”

“What? You can’t just throw this all away because of some doubt! We can work through it, Tori! We always do!”

Tori felt her frustration bubbling over. “It’s not just about doubt, Jason. It’s about how I feel when I’m with you. It’s exhausting, and I can’t keep pretending everything is okay when it’s not.”

“Is it because of that girl?” Jason asked, his tone shifting to something sharper. “You’ve been hanging out with her a lot. Is she the reason you’re suddenly so unhappy with us?”

“What? No! This isn’t about her! it feels like we’re going in circles, and I need to focus on my career right now.”

“Then let’s figure it out together! you’re just shutting me out! It feels like you’re picking her over me,” he shot back, his voice thick with emotion.

“Jason, you’re not listening to me! This isn’t about choosing anyone over you. I just need space to figure myself out. Can’t you see that?”

There was a pause on the other end, the tension heavy. Tori felt a knot tightening in her stomach.

“I can’t believe this. After everything we’ve been through, you’re just going to give up?” he said, his voice now barely above a whisper.

“I’m not giving up; I’m trying to be honest. I think it’s best for both of us if we break up,” Tori replied, her heart racing.

Jason let out a sharp breath. “So that’s it? You’re done?”

“Yes, I think I am,” she said softly, her resolve solidifying.

“Fine. Whatever. Just know that you’re making a huge mistake,” he muttered before hanging up.

Tori stared at her phone in disbelief, the weight of the conversation crashing over her. She tossed it onto the couch and changed into a pair of comfy sweats and a cozy hoodie, trying to shake off the unease.

With her heart still racing, she sank back onto the couch, staring at the wall as she waited for Paige to arrive.

————-

Paige lounged on her couch, scrolling through Tori’s Instagram feed, a mix of admiration and nerves bubbling up inside her. She couldn’t help but wonder what Tori was thinking about, especially with the ESPYs so close. Should she text her? Was she overstepping?

Just as she was about to put her phone down, a notification pinged. Tori’s name lit up the screen: “I’m ready”

Paige’s heart fluttered at the message. A smile spread across her face as she quickly typed back, “Omw”

She stood up, shaking off the nerves that had settled in her stomach. Tonight was important, not just for Tori but for them. She knew she had unresolved feelings, and the thought of finally addressing them sent her heart racing.

As she made her way to the car, she tried to push any doubts aside. Tori needed her support, and Paige was determined to be there for her. The drive to Tori’s house felt like it took forever, but as she pulled into the driveway, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. Tonight was going to be a turning point—she just hoped Tori felt the same way.

Paige stands at Tori’s front door, her excitement about the night ahead quickly fading into confusion. She hears Tori pacing inside, and her heart races with anticipation. “Tori? Are you okay?” she calls, hoping to ease the palpable tension. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Tori finally speaks from behind the closed door. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, her voice shaky and muffled.

“Are you ready to go?” Paige asks, smiling at the thought of spending time together.

Tori hesitates, the weight of her feelings pressing down on her. “Actually… I think I’ll just drive to the hotel by myself,” she states, her voice firm yet betraying her anxiety.

Confusion washes over Paige. “What? Why? You wanted me to come over.”

Tori grips the doorknob tightly, feeling panic rise in her chest. “I know, but I just need some space. Can you just… leave?”

Paige’s heart drops at the request. “Tori, I don’t understand. You asked me to come. We were going to go together.”

“Things have changed,” Tori responds, her voice tight. “I’m just not ready to see you right now.”

Paige’s brows knit together in confusion and hurt. “What do you mean? I thought we were making progress.” Her voice trembles slightly, reflecting her vulnerability.

Tori turns her back to the door, feeling the tears well up. “It’s not about you, Paige! I just… I can’t handle this right now. I can’t face you. Not like this.”

“Not like what?” Paige presses, desperation creeping into her voice. “You can talk to me. Just open the door, please.”

Tori shakes her head, the fear of confronting her feelings overwhelming her. “I can’t. Just please go. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Paige’s heart aches at the rejection, the confusion growing. “Tori, don’t shut me out. I came here for you. I thought you wanted to be together tonight.”

The silence stretches painfully, filled only with Tori’s internal conflict. “I need you to leave, Paige,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with guilt.

Paige’s eyes well with tears, and she can feel her heart shattering. “If that’s what you really want…” she replies softly, her voice breaking. She takes a step back, feeling the sting of rejection deep within her.

Tori presses her forehead against the door, feeling the weight of her decision crushing her. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, tears slipping down her cheeks as she hears Paige’s footsteps retreating.

Paige walks away, the weight of disappointment heavy on her shoulders. Each step feels like a defeat, and she fights to keep her composure, knowing that leaving Tori behind is the last thing she wants to do. She gets into her car, frustration bubbling within her as she grips the steering wheel tightly. “What the hell is happening?” she mutters to herself, feeling lost and heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Tori sinks down against the door, her frustration boiling over. “What’s wrong with me?” she whispers to herself, wishing she had the courage to open up to Paige instead of pushing her away.

Paige gripped the steering wheel tightly, the soft hum of the car’s engine barely audible over the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind. What just happened? The image of Tori behind that closed door replayed in her head like a broken record. Why wouldn’t she open up? It was supposed to be a night to celebrate, to get ready for the ESPYs together. Instead, they had just fallen apart.

She felt a sting in her chest, a mix of confusion and hurt. Was it something I said? Tori had asked her to come. So why was she the one being shut out? I thought we were getting somewhere. The frustration built inside her, leaving her feeling powerless. Pulling over to the side of the road, she fished her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialed Nika. I need to talk to someone.

“Hey, P! What’s up?” Nika’s cheerful voice came through the speaker, instantly brightening the dark cloud hanging over her.

“Hey… it’s about Tori.” Paige took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I thought we were making progress, you know? But she just… she wouldn’t even let me in.”

Nika paused for a moment. “What happened?”

“I went to pick her up, and she just locked me out. She told me she needed space, but I’m worried that means she doesn’t want me around anymore. I don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t give up on her, Paige. You both care about each other. It’s just… a lot. Give it time.”

“But what if she really doesn’t want me?” Paige’s voice cracked, revealing the vulnerability she had tried to keep hidden.

“Then she’s a fool for letting you go,” Nika replied firmly. “You’re amazing, and you deserve someone who sees that. Just keep being you, and let her figure it out. I promise it will work out.”

“Thanks, Nika.” Paige felt a bit of warmth return to her chest. Nika always knew what to say. “I’ll try. I just wish I knew what was going on in her head.”

“Just focus on yourself for now. You’ve got the ESPYs tonight! Go get ready and have fun. You deserve it.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Paige managed a small smile, feeling a bit lighter. “See you soon.”

After ending the call, Paige took a moment to collect herself, breathing deeply. I can’t let this ruin everything. With that thought, she turned the car back on and made her way to the hotel, determination growing with every passing second.

————-

As the evening approached, the hotel buzzed with energy. Stylists and assistants flitted through the hallways, preparing for the night ahead. Tori stood outside her hotel room, fiddling with her phone, her heart racing. What was I thinking? She couldn’t face Paige right now. The mere thought of it made her stomach twist in knots.

With a deep breath, Tori turned to head inside when she nearly bumped into Paige, who had just stepped out of her own room, her expression a mix of surprise and something deeper—hurt, maybe?

“Oh, Tori…” Paige started, her voice soft yet uncertain.

Tori’s heart sank. She felt frozen in place, her mind racing as she struggled to find words. What do I say?

“I… I was hoping we could talk,” Paige continued, taking a step closer, her vulnerability palpable. “I don’t understand what happened earlier. I just want to—” “I can’t,” Tori interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of her emotions pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket. She wanted to be brave, to express everything she felt, but the fear of rejection held her back.

Without waiting for Paige’s response, Tori turned and rushed into her hotel room, shutting the door firmly behind her. She leaned against the door, her breath shaky, frustration and self-doubt flooding her senses.

On the other side, Paige stood frozen for a moment, hurt written all over her face. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the hallway, leaving her feeling more alone than ever.

As Tori sat in the stylist chair, she struggled to focus on the soft chatter around her. The makeup artist carefully applied foundation, but all Tori could think about was Paige. Why did I push her away? The guilt gnawed at her, a persistent reminder of the warmth and closeness she craved yet denied.

The stylist fluffed her hair, curling it into soft waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Tori forced herself to smile as she glanced in the mirror, trying to prepare for the onslaught of cameras and questions that awaited her on the red carpet. This night is supposed to be about celebration.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, Tori. You can do this. Focus on the award. Focus on the interviews.” But her heart wasn’t in it. The thought of facing Paige—of addressing what had happened between them—hung over her like a dark cloud.

“You okay?” asked her stylist, glancing up from their work. “You seem a little distant.”

“Yeah, just… nerves, I guess.” Tori forced a smile.

“Just remember, the spotlight is yours tonight. You’ve worked so hard. And, who knows? Maybe you’ll find love again after all this.” The stylist teased, a playful grin spreading across their face.

“Ha, yeah, right.” Tori couldn’t help but chuckle, but the anxiety lingered. I want it to be Paige.

————-

In her hotel room, Paige paced back and forth while her stylist, Brittany, worked on her hair. What am I going to do tonight? The thought of seeing Tori again, after their awkward confrontation, sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Okay, but seriously, Paige. You’ve got to chill,” Brittany said, glancing up from the curling iron. “Just because you’re going to see Tori doesn’t mean the world’s going to end.”

“I just… I don’t know how it’s going to go.” Paige ran her fingers through her hair, trying to suppress her worries. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? What if she hates me?”

“Pfft, she doesn’t hate you. You’re amazing! Besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea if things go south.” Brittany smirked as she added the finishing touches to Paige’s messy low bun.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want any other fish. I want her.” The frustration bubbled in Paige’s chest.

Brittany stopped for a moment, studying her. “You need to be honest with her, okay? And remember, you both deserve to be happy. You might not have the answers tonight, but don’t lose hope.”

“Thanks, Brit. You always know what to say,” Paige said, feeling a bit lighter.

As Tori stepped into the sleek, black strapless dress that hugged her curves perfectly, she felt a mix of excitement and dread. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. This is my moment.

But as she walked out into the lively atmosphere of the ESPYs, the weight of her feelings for Paige returned. She tried to shake it off as she mingled with other guests and posed for photos. When she caught sight of Paige, her breath hitched.

Paige stepped onto the carpet, wearing a lavender kid super suit that made her stand out. The messy low bun with braids tucked in and the playful strands framing her face was effortlessly chic. She looks incredible. Tori couldn’t help but smile as she turned to face the cameras, forcing her mind to focus on the event. But every glance in Paige’s direction sent her heart racing, the admiration blooming within her.

As the awards ceremony progressed, Tori and Paige found themselves seated at different tables, close enough to share glances. Tori caught herself looking at Paige, her heart swelling with admiration as she thought about how stunning she looked, even amidst the glitz and glamor surrounding them.

When the award for Best Comeback Athlete was announced, Tori was shocked to hear her name called. It felt surreal as she stood, dazed and unable to move until Nika gave her an encouraging nudge.

“Go, Tori! You’ve got this!” Nika cheered, her excitement contagious.

Tori took a deep breath and walked to the stage, the sound of Paige’s enthusiastic clapping echoing in her ears. She’s here for me. The realization filled her with a rush of emotion as she stood before the audience.

“Wow… I can’t believe I’m standing here,” Tori began, her voice wavering slightly. “This award represents more than just a comeback for me. It’s about proving to myself and everyone who doubted me that I could rise again. The past months have been tough, and I’m so grateful for my supporters who stood by me when I felt so alone. My journey wasn’t easy, and honestly, I didn’t think I would get here without my family and friends.”

Tori paused, her eyes scanning the audience until they landed on Paige, whose smile lit up the room. “There’s someone special who has been a constant source of strength for me these past few days. Thank you for believing in me and always being there.”

Paige’s heart swelled, a mix of happiness and longing flooding her. That’s for me.

————-

After the ceremony, as Tori walked back to her hotel room, she spotted Paige heading in her direction. This is my chance. With newfound determination, she approached her.

“Paige!” Tori called out, her heart racing as she tapped Paige’s shoulder.

Paige turned around, and for a moment, both of them stood there, emotions swirling in the air between them.

“Congratulations on the award. You were amazing up there,” Paige said, a bright smile on her face, but Tori could see the hurt beneath it. “Thanks, but I wanted to talk to you about earlier…” Tori hesitated, feeling the weight of everything she needed to say.

Paige looked at her, anticipation mixed with uncertainty. “I—”

Before Paige could finish, she reached for the doorknob to her hotel room, intending to step inside for a moment to gather her thoughts. But Tori, suddenly feeling a surge of courage, stepped forward and held the door open, slipping inside before Paige could close it.

“Wait, Tori!” Paige called after her, surprise flooding her expression. She didn’t want to miss this chance to clear the air between them.

Tori stood in the center of the room, her heart racing as she looked at Paige, who stood in the doorway with an expectant expression. After a moment, Tori broke the silence.

“Can you… can you sit on the bed?” she asked, her voice a mix of vulnerability and hope.

Paige nodded, slowly walking over and sitting down at the edge of the bed. She watched Tori closely, her heart pounding as she waited for her to speak.

“I’m really sorry for pushing you away,” Tori started, her voice trembling slightly. “I knew it was wrong, but I was scared.” She paused, taking a deep breath as she fought back the tears that threatened to spill. “This is all so new to me. I didn’t grow up with people who treated me with love or care. When I started dating Jason, I thought he would change that for me, but he didn’t. I was a coward for staying with him as long as I did.”

Paige listened in silence, absorbing every word. She could see the pain etched on Tori’s face and felt a pang of sympathy for her.

“I broke up with him earlier,” Tori continued, her voice shaky. “I finally realized that I deserve better than someone who doesn’t see me for who I am. But it’s more than that. When I’m with you, I feel different. I never knew I could feel this way about someone. I love talking to you, being around you… it makes me so happy.”

As Tori spoke, her voice wavered with emotion. Paige felt her heart swell at the sincerity in Tori’s words.

“I like you so much, Paige,” Tori admitted, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. “I’ve been scared to admit it, but I do.”

Moved by Tori’s honesty, Paige reached out and took her hands, pulling her close. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, rubbing Tori’s back soothingly. “I’ve had my doubts too. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to be there for you, through everything. You deserve love, Tori. You deserve all of it.”

A soft smile broke through Tori’s tears, and she leaned in, capturing Paige’s lips with her own in a gentle, sweet kiss. It felt like a promise, a reassurance that they were both willing to work through their fears together.

When they pulled away, Tori’s smile widened. “Thank you for understanding. I really want to try this… us.”“Me too,” Paige replied, her heart swelling with hope. “We’ll figure it out together.”

As the air between them thickened with unspoken tension, Paige’s heart raced, the warmth of Tori’s body pressed against her sending jolts of electricity through her veins. She could feel the weight of Tori’s gaze, filled with mischief and desire. Without thinking, Paige grabbed Tori’s face, her fingers gently caressing her jawline, pulling her closer. Their breaths mingled, and with a boldness she didn’t know she had, Paige leaned down to capture Tori’s lips in a fierce kiss.

The moment their mouths met, Tori melted into Paige, her lips parting with a soft sigh. Paige’s tongue slipped inside, and Tori responded instantly, deepening the kiss with a desperate urgency. Tori moaned softly into Paige’s mouth, the sound sending a rush of heat through Paige’s body. A smirk tugged at Paige’s lips as she felt the effect she had on Tori.

“You look so good tonight,” Paige murmured between kisses, her voice low and sultry. She couldn’t help but let her hands wander down to Tori’s waist, pulling her closer. “That dress, that ass fuck… it’s driving me insane.”

Tori’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she kissed Paige back, her hands roaming up Paige’s arms, reveling in the connection. “Oh really?” she teased, breathless and slightly teasing. “What do you plan to do about it?”

Paige’s gaze flickered down to Tori’s lips, her pulse quickening. She leaned in, their foreheads touching, and whispered, “I might have a few ideas…”

Suddenly, Tori leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, her breath tickling Paige’s ear. “Just so you know… I’m not wearing any panties.”

Paige froze, her breath hitching in her throat as the words sank in. The playful tone mixed with the confession turned Paige on more than she anticipated. She pulled back slightly, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. “You’re lying,” she challenged, half-laughing, but Tori’s smirk told her otherwise.

“Why don’t you check for yourself?” Tori teased, her voice dripping with seduction.

Paige pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. The playful atmosphere shifted, and she felt a surge of confidence wash over her. “Strip. Now,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with eagerness.

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, excitement flickering in her eyes. She loved how assertive Paige was being, how the dynamic between them had shifted from playful teasing to something more intense. A slow smile crept onto her face as she realized she had wanted this—to be commanded, to let go of her inhibitions.

“Right here?” Tori replied, her tone teasing but her heart racing with anticipation.

Paige nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Yes, right here. I want to see you.”

With that, Tori stepped back, a slow, deliberate movement as she began to peel the dress off her body. She felt empowered as she revealed her skin, the soft fabric sliding down her curves until it pooled at her feet. She stood in front of Paige, bare except for her heels, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated.

“God, you’re stunning,” Paige breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of Tori’s body. The sight made her heart race even faster.

“Do you like what you see?” Tori asked playfully, her confidence blooming.

“Like doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Paige said, stepping closer. “You’re absolutely perfect baby.”

Tori raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. “Bite me,” she challenged, her tone playful yet daring.

Paige’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with mischief. “If you insist,” she replied, leaning in closer. The air between them buzzed with tension, anticipation hanging thick as Paige gently nipped at Tori’s neck, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” Tori breathed, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding her senses. She felt the heat rise within her, the playful bite igniting something primal. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Paige pulled back slightly, her lips hovering just inches from Tori’s. “I don’t back down from a challenge,” she said, her voice sultry. “And I definitely won’t be gentle if you keep pushing me.”

“Then I guess I should keep pushing,” Tori teased, her heart racing with adrenaline and desire. She leaned in closer, challenging Paige with her gaze, daring her to take the next step.

Without breaking eye contact, Paige pressed her lips against Tori’s once more, the kiss deepening with urgency. She could feel Tori’s breath quicken against her mouth, and the thrill of their playful banter fueled her desire even more.

Tori’s hands tangled in Paige’s hair, pulling her closer as the kiss became more heated. “Tell me what you want, Paige,” she whispered against her lips, her voice low and sultry. “I want to hear you say it.”

Paige pulled back slightly from the kiss, her eyes darkened with desire as they locked onto Tori’s. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Tori’s ear. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass,” she whispered, her voice low and rough with intention. “So everyone can see how good you take it.”

Tori looks up at paige with those doe eyes she knows paige can’t handle. “What are you waiting for then?”

In a flash Paige picks tori up and wraps her legs around her waist while kissing the life out of her as they make their way to the big glass window.

Paige’s hands gripped Tori’s waist, her body pressing Tori’s back firmly against the cool glass of the window. The contrast between the cold pane and the heat of Paige’s breath on her skin made Tori shiver, her pulse quickening.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now,” Paige growled, her voice deep and almost possessive as she kept her piercing blue eyes locked on Tori’s. Every inch of her body screamed with tension and want.

Tori let out a shaky breath, her head tipping back against the glass, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. She couldn’t stand the ache any longer. “I’ll let you do anything,” she whispered, her voice barely holding back her desperation, “if you just touch me now.”

Paige’s breath hitched at Tori’s words. The desperation in her voice stirred something primal inside her. She tightened her grip on Tori’s waist, leaning in closer, her lips brushing against Tori’s ear as she whispered back, “Anything?”

Tori’s head nodded quickly, her hands gripping the hem of Paige’s shirt, pulling her even closer. “Please,” she breathed, her voice raw with need.

Paige smirked, eyes dark with desire as she slowly slid her hand up Tori’s thigh, deliberately teasing. Her lips found the curve of Tori’s neck, pressing a heated kiss there before she bit down lightly, earning a soft whimper from Tori. “I want everyone to see how good you take it,” Paige murmured against her skin, making Tori’s body tremble.

Without warning, Paige slipped her hand down tori’s body until she got to her wet aching pussy, her fingers brushing just where Tori had been aching for her touch. Tori gasped, her back arching against the glass as her fingers tangled in Paige’s hair. “Oh, God…”

Paige’s smirk grew wider as she felt Tori’s reaction, moving her fingers against her clit just enough to drive her wild but still withholding the full pleasure. “Tell me how you like it baby,” Paige demanded, her voice low and commanding, teasing every inch of Tori’s control.

“Like this—exactly like this P,” Tori whimpered, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. She could barely think straight anymore, the ache too overwhelming. Paige pressed her fingers harder, making Tori shudder as her lips found Paige’s once more, kissing her with the same fervor she felt building deep inside.

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, her words barely above a whisper as she said, “I want you inside me.”

without hesitation, she took Tori by the waist, guiding her to the bed. The air between them was charged, thick with anticipation as Paige gently laid Tori down, her hands caressing Tori’s thighs.

Paige stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze never leaving Tori’s as she spoke in a low, commanding voice. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Tori’s heart raced, her body tingling as she followed Paige’s instructions, slowly parting her legs while keeping her eyes locked with Paige’s.

Paige’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as she leaned in close, her breath warm against Tori’s ear. “I want you to touch yourself,” she said, her tone both commanding and teasing.

Tori’s pulse quickened at the request, her chest rising and falling as she swallowed nervously. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching Paige’s for reassurance, but the look of hunger in Paige’s gaze gave her all the confidence she needed. Slowly, Tori brought her hand down between her legs, her touch tentative at first, but she then she starts rubbing her clit in small circles, definitely not how paige would do it.

Paige leaned back, watching every movement, her eyes dark and focused. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Paige’s eyes roamed over Tori’s body, her voice dropping even lower. “You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this… just for me,” she said, her gaze intense, drinking in the sight before her.

Tori’s breath hitched at the words, her hand still moving slowly as her eyes fluttered shut. The mixture of Paige’s voice and the way she was watching her made her body ache for more.

“mmph fuck..” tori breathes grabbing her boob and massaging it. Paige leaned in closer, her hand brushing over Tori’s thigh, sending shivers through her. “Keep going,” Paige whispered. “I want to see how good you are for me.”

Tori’s voice was breathless, her eyes locked on Paige’s. “I want you now,” she whispered, her tone laced with desperation.

Paige raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leaned in even closer. “Tell me what you want, ma,” she teased, her voice low and tempting.

Tori’s breath hitched again, her eyes pleading. “Your tongue… please, I want your mouth, P,” she begged softly, her need evident in every word.

Paige’s smirk grew as she trailed her fingers down Tori’s body. “Anything you want, baby.”

Paige didn’t waste another second, her lips trailing down Tori’s stomach, planting soft kisses along the way. The heat between them was palpable, and Tori’s breath grew more erratic with every touch. When Paige reached her destination, she paused, taking in the sight of Tori’s body laid out before her.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured against her skin, her voice thick with desire. “All spread out like this… just for me.”

Tori whimpered, her hips shifting slightly, desperate for more. “Please, P,” she whispered again, her voice breaking with want.

Paige’s smirk returned as she dipped her head lower, her breath hot against Tori’s skin. “I’ve got you,” Paige whispered, before her mouth finally found its mark, toris wet cunt right in her face, drawing a soft moan from Tori’s lips. The sound only fueled Paige more as she began to give Tori exactly what she’d been begging for.

Paige didn’t slow down, her mouth working faster, tongue flicking with precision on tori’s throbbing clit , while her hands gripped Tori’s thighs to keep her in place. Tori’s back arched, her hands tangling in the sheets as the overwhelming sensations built up inside her.

“Paige… I can’t… it’s too much!” Tori gasped, her body trembling, trying to pull away, but Paige wasn’t letting up, pushing two fingers inside.

“You can take it,” Paige said, her voice low and commanding between breaths. “You’re doing so good for me.” She tightened her grip on Tori’s hips, bringing her closer to the edge, refusing to let her escape.

Tori whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. “Paige… please…” she cried, her body quaking, but she didn’t really want Paige to stop. The feeling was too intense, too consuming, but she was right on the edge, and she knew it.

Paige felt the way Tori’s body was responding to her, pushing her even harder, mouth, fingers, and tongue working relentlessly until she felt Tori’s thighs begin to shake violently.

Paige could feel Tori trembling, every muscle tensing under her touch. She knew Tori was close, so she kept going, her tongue moving faster, pushing Tori right to the edge.

“You’re so close, baby,” Paige murmured against her, her breath hot as she took Tori’s clit between her lips again, sucking gently before increasing the pressure. Tori let out a strangled moan, her back arching off the bed as her hands clutched at the sheets, her mind spinning with the intensity of it all.

“I… I can’t—fuck it hurts so good..” Tori stammered, the pleasure overwhelming, her legs trying to close around Paige’s head, but Paige was having none of it. She gripped Tori’s thighs tighter, spreading them even further apart.

“You can,” Paige whispered between strokes, her voice low and encouraging. “You’re gonna come for me, just let go.” She kept up the relentless pace, refusing to let Tori shy away from the overwhelming pleasure.

Tori’s whole body was trembling, the build-up too much to bear. Finally, with one last flick of Paige’s tongue, she cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as she came hard, the release hitting her like a tidal wave.

Paige didn’t stop until she felt Tori fully ride out her orgasm, her body going limp beneath her. Slowly, she pulled back, pressing soft kisses to Tori’s thighs as Tori lay there, breathless and spent.

“You did so good, baby,” Paige whispered, leaning up to kiss Tori softly on the lips.

Tori, still catching her breath and lost in the afterglow of pleasure, looked up at Paige with wide eyes. “What about you?” she asked, her voice soft and a bit breathless. “You deserve to feel good too.”

Paige smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Don’t worry about me, babe,” she replied, her tone teasing. But then, without missing a beat, she stood up, taking off her clothes in one smooth motion. The sight of Paige’s body made Tori’s heart race even more, her desire reigniting as Paige tossed her clothes

Paige settled back onto the bed, positioning herself between Tori’s legs in a scissoring position. The contact sent a rush of heat through both of them, and Tori could feel the electricity in the air.

“I want you to see how good this can be,” Paige said, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in closer, their bodies just inches apart.

Tori swallowed hard, her eyes locked on Paige. “You’re incredible,” she breathed, anticipation flooding her senses.

Paige and Tori moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies intertwined in a rhythm that felt primal and intoxicating. The air was thick with heat, and the room was filled with soft groans and breathy whimpers, each sound echoing the raw desire that charged the atmosphere. Tori’s skin glistened under the dim light, every curve highlighted as she arched her back, pushing her hips against Paige’s.

“Paige… you feel so good,” Tori gasped, her breath hitching as she pressed closer, their bodies fitting perfectly against one another. She felt alive, every nerve ending ignited with pleasure. “Please, go faster.”

With a wicked smile playing on her lips, Paige obliged. She felt the intensity of Tori’s body beneath her, the way Tori responded, each gasp and moan urging her on. “Like this?” Paige teased, her voice thick with lust as she quickened her movements, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the room.

“Yes, just like that!” Tori moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her. The heat between them was almost overwhelming; every thrust sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her. The way Paige’s body pressed against her made her heart race, and she couldn’t help but rock her hips in time with her partner’s desperate movements.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured, her breath hot against Tori’s ear. She captured Tori’s gaze, holding it with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down Tori’s spine. “I could get lost in you forever.” The sincerity in her voice wrapped around Tori, igniting a fire deep within her.

Tori felt herself teetering on the edge of bliss, every thrust sending her spiraling closer to release.

“Paige… I can’t—” Tori whimpered, her breath hitching as she felt the pressure building, the heat pooling low in her belly. “I need more.”

“Tell me what you want,” Paige urged, her tone sultry and playful, eyes darkened with lust as she watched Tori’s face contort in pleasure.

“I want you,” Tori gasped, urgency lacing her words. “I want to feel you—everything.”

With a smirk, Paige adjusted her position, angling herself just right. She locked her gaze onto Tori, making sure she could see the raw intensity in her eyes. The sensation of their bodies moving together, the way Tori’s skin felt beneath her fingertips, sent Paige into a frenzy of desire.

Tori’s hips instinctively bucked up against Paige, driving them both deeper into the intoxicating rhythm they’d created. “Faster, please! I want to feel you—” Her voice trembled with desperation, her heart racing as she drew closer to the edge.

Paige leaned down, kissing Tori passionately, their lips melding together in a hot, messy kiss. As they kissed, the intensity of their movements grew, each thrust filled with urgency and hunger. Tori’s moans vibrated against Paige’s mouth, spurring her on even more.

“God, yes… you’re incredible,” Paige breathed between kisses, her hands roaming Tori’s body, exploring every curve, every soft inch of skin. She felt the heat radiating off Tori, the way her body responded so eagerly to every touch. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Just keep going,” Tori begged, her eyes sparkling with need. “You’re so close, just a little more…”

“Paige… I’m so close!” Tori cried out, the heat building in her core becoming nearly unbearable. “Don’t stop!”

“Then let go with me, princess,” Paige urged, her own breath quickening as she pushed them both to the brink of ecstasy. With one last thrust, Tori finally surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her, her body trembling as she cried out Paige’s name. Paige followed soon after, their bodies entwined in the aftershocks of their passion.

Paige locked eyes with Tori, a smirk dancing on her lips as she leaned in closer, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. “You ready for more?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Before Tori could respond, Paige plunged her strap into her with no warning, a sudden thrust that left Tori gasping. “Oh, fuck!” Tori moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming her senses. The pleasure was intense, sharp, and electrifying, sending shockwaves through her body. “Just like that, huh?” Paige teased, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she began to move, finding a rhythm that made Tori writhe beneath her. Each deep thrust was deliberate and powerful, and Tori could feel herself surrendering to the pleasure.

“Paige, oh my god,” Tori gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as she tried to ground herself. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. “Don’t stop please!”

Paige grinned, her confidence soaring at Tori’s reaction. “I won’t,” she promised, increasing the pace. “fuck you’re taking me so well.”

Paige drove deeper and deeper, each thrust making Tori’s breath hitch, the overwhelming pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave. Tori’s eyes rolled back as tears streamed down her face, the sensation so intense that it felt almost too good to bear. Every thrust filled her completely, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t control.

“Does my cock feel that good, baby?” Paige asked, her voice sultry and teasing, as she leaned in closer, capturing Tori’s gaze.

“Yes,” Tori managed to whimper, her voice trembling with pleasure. She felt so full, so alive, but words were escaping her as the sensations took over.

Paige smirked, enjoying the sight of Tori lost in ecstasy. “Did Jason ever fuck you like this?” she asked, her tone laced with possessiveness, wanting to know just how different this was for Tori.

Tori shook her head vigorously, unable to form a coherent response, pleasure consuming her senses. All she could focus on was the plastic hitting that same sweet spot over and over and over again.

“Use your words, baby or I’ll stop,” Paige prompted, her grip tightening on Tori’s face, forcing her to look her in the eyes. “Did he ever make you feel this way?”“No,” Tori gasped, her pussy clenching around Paige’s strap, the pressure building within her as the pleasure intensified. The simple word sent a rush of satisfaction through Paige, but Tori’s response came out more as a moan than an answer.

“Say it again,” Paige urged, her voice low and sultry, enjoying the power she had over Tori. “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“No!” Tori cried out, her voice louder now, the combination of pleasure and desperation threatening to send her over the edge. “Paige, please—”

“Please what?” Paige pressed, her thrusts growing deeper and faster, pushing Tori closer to the precipice. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“Please… it feels so good!” Tori moaned, the pleasure overwhelming her. “You’re so much better than him..”

A wicked smile spread across Paige’s face at Tori’s confession. “That’s right, baby. now just let go, let me see the pretty pussy cum for me” she coaxed, her voice a mixture of warmth and teasing authority. “You’re safe with me. Just keep clenching around me like that fuck you’re so tight.”

Tori’s body responded involuntarily, her walls tightening around Paige’s strap as she surrendered fully to the ecstasy. “Oh, God, I can’t take it!” she cried, feeling the heat coiling tightly in her core.

“Good,” Paige said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “I want you to let it all out.”

As the pressure built higher and higher within Tori, she felt herself teetering on the edge of bliss, and all she could do was moan Paige’s name over and over again, completely lost in the pleasure.

“Come for me, Tori,” Paige commanded softly, her voice a sultry whisper that ignited the fire within Tori. “Let me feel you.”

With a final, desperate cry, Tori let go, cumming hard all over the strap, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath Paige’s touch.

Paige, still holding her close, leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Tori’s forehead, the warmth of her lips leaving a lingering softness that wrapped around Tori like a warm blanket.

“Wow,” Tori breathed, still trying to catch her breath as she gazed up at Paige, her heart racing.

“Yeah, wow,” Paige echoed, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sat up slightly to dispose of the strap. There was a sense of satisfaction in her movements, knowing they had crossed a line that brought them even closer together.

Once the strap was set aside, Paige returned to the bed, sliding in beside Tori. She pulled the covers over them, and they nestled into each other, Tori instinctively curling into Paige’s warmth.

The room was quiet, the only sounds were their hearts beating in sync and the soft rustle of the sheets. Tori couldn’t help but smile, feeling safe and cherished in Paige’s embrace.

“Are you okay?” Paige asked, brushing her fingers gently through Tori’s hair, her voice soft and caring.

“More than okay,” Tori replied, her eyes shining with vulnerability and warmth.

They fell into a comfortable silence, Tori’s fingers tracing patterns on Paige’s arm as they enjoyed the warmth of each other’s presence.

Paige leaned down, brushing her lips against Tori’s softly. “You’re incredible, you know that?” Tori’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she grinned, “I could say the same about you.”

With that, they settled back into their cozy spot, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, their hearts intertwined as they embraced whatever the future held for them.

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WELL.. that was a lot!

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[shuenkio]

Choose me only! N-riki ෆ

Paring: Ni-ki x male!reader

Genre: fluffy romance.

Cw: a lil harsh confess, cursing [I repeat nothing other than that]

Synopsis: Under the moonlight of camping after your hard work, this fresh worker making a move on you.

Non proof read|wc: 1.3k

Eng is not my first language!

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A•N: Comeback after those blood sweat tears final semester pookie. Also my writing skill got nerf :< please don't expect too much ~

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Who knows, one day your single life would be over when a loser trapped in a handsome body came in? It's difficult to say if you're catching a feeling or if it's just a silly crush.

You were the type of person who craved physical touch, yet you hated it when anyone did it. Not even you understand your own selves; how about the others? Do you expect them to understand you like an open book when you're like an error Nokia phone? Nevertheless, ever since Ni-ki got into your team, he became closer to you than the other members because you're the leader and the only one who could relate to how foreigners feel in a foreign country like this, South Korea.

You wouldn't try to think much with all those weird and sudden gestures from Ni-ki whenever he got a chance beside you. Such as holding hands, belting your waist with his big palm, resting his head against yours, and wrapping his hands around your neck.

The patient you had with him is so motherlike, you can't get angry or ask him to distance himself a little, although at the end of the day, he'd be all forgotten before asking you again since you said those. All you could do was let out a deep, heavy signal.

Today is the weekend, and your boss decided to throw a party at the beach near the shore. She said, It's been a while to be here, and she wants all her employees to celebrate and enjoy all that hard work for the past few months during the hard times when the company is about to go bankrupt.

Pausing for a moment to take in the breathtaking ocean view as the sun began its descent, the tranquil sound of the waves enveloped everything. The air was crisp and refreshing, and the gentle breeze invited one to linger indefinitely.

Vitamin C seemed essential for such moments of serene beauty. Seeing you spacing out, Ni-ki got worried as he made his way behind you, placing his huge hand on your waist once again.

"Is something wrong, m/n?" He paused, turning all his attention to you, waiting for your response with those grumpy faces.

"I'm good. You should go and have fun." You whisper, still gazing at the beautiful blue ocean in front of you. You can't seem to think straight at the moment; you're lost in thought with a lot of things you can't open.

Unsatisfied with your response, Ni-ki turns you around by your shoulders, facing him eye-to-eye as he towers over you, looking at your face with a worried expression.

"You can tell me, m/n, I'll listen to anything." Ni-ki utters under his throat, anxious about you, who is not in yourself, as if he's talking to a ghost.

"Let's not ruin this atmosphere, Riki; we can talk later."

The sunset died down quickly, and everyone was gathering around in circles with the campfire in the middle. Some play guitar and sing, while others clap their hands in unison, following the rhythm of the song. It was truly a memorable moment to witness.

It was such a healing time after a long time, but you're still feeling empty. You don't know why. You were supposed to be happy. Feeling you'd blown out any sec, you excuse yourself before walking alone from the camping place for some alone time.

Ni-ki can't let you go by yourself alone, so he followed you behind as always. Arriving at the scene, Ni-ki saw you sitting on the ground by yourself while you let the wave wash over your feet, making your pants get all soaking wet.

The moon is full tonight its light shines all through the corner everywhere. It was magnificent to witness this in full experience after all the shit you've been going through. You can't even blink because of your work as the leader.

"You seem quite quiet today, m/n." Riki finally breaks the silence under the night sky as he looks forward to the never-ending ocean ahead.

"You wouldn't understand anyway if I told you, and that'd make me weak," you mutter softly, almost in a whisper tone. Placing both of your hands on your knee as you inhale a big sign.

"I.. hm, everyone can be weak, and so can you; we can't be tough madness all the time, isn't it?" His words came out so soothing, which made you question whether his age didn't match his maturity.

"What do you even know about love? I bet you don't." You joked with half truth and half lie, but deep down you were hurting like a bee stings. The sea holds so much memory of your past love that you can't help but feel sadness for some reasons.

"I won't force you to say what's on your mind, and it's ok if you don't feel comfortable with it. Yet pouring out what inside your heart has been bothering you could help relieve your stress," Riki responded, full of enthusiasm in his words you can't explain. He's younger in your perspective, but why is he acting as if he had been living for like eternity, full of life?

"Okay, fine, if you want to know about it, at this point, I don't care if you would open your mouth and spill with the other."

"Trust me, trust me. ㅋㅋ I'll let you smack me if I do."

" *Heavy sign* It's about my ex. We were in a healthy relationship once before. We're so in love, so sweet, and so nice that when I wake up in the morning, I pinch myself to see if it's just a dream. This love was going on for a year until his parents knew about it. Instead of telling us about our personalities, they made fake rumors about me. I was a play guy who would hook up with everyone, and that's not all; they made a fake picture of me sleeping disgustingly with some random people +

I tried and tried to tell him that it was all misunderstood; however, in the end, I was left all alone, without my explanation. My ex decided to end our relationship, and now he probably still hates me—" You were cut in the middle of your explanation by Rikki.

"You deserve someone better!"

"W-what?" "I mean, in a relationship, we need trust, right? But the hard truth is, he doesn't even let you explain anything, and he just leaves you like that, which means he's not the right person to be with in the future."

"And what do you know about love?" Blood boils as you feel the heat rushing through your red blood. He was nothing other than a friend and a co-worker; why did he have the audacity to say this immature? Abruptly, your waist was snatched by him harshly before your body pressed against him. His finger is tracing down on your cheeks; wipe away the dry tears on your face while locking his eye into yours.

"You should choose me! I promise you'll see my hair grow  gray."

"What in the actual fuck, Riki?"

"Oh, I forgot. I haven't confessed to you through text yet, but for now, I will." Unable to predict his move, he closed the distance between you even closer as he captured your lip in a kiss that was so passionate. The world around you stops spinning; all thoughts are scattered like leaves under the full moon. The kiss continue for almost a minute—

Your eyes went wide after you realized he was kissing you. Without further ado, you push him away with your full strength. This stupid thing is something. You are looking at him while covering your mouth with your arm, as a pink hue is painted on your face. "Hmm, now we're boyfriends."

"You, mf, what was that?"

"My confession? I know that you won't accept my love in a simple way, so this is the only option. You respond to my kiss for 3  seconds." Riki implied, crossing his hands happily and proudly as he finally made it.

"NO, I'M NOT—UGHH YOU IDIOT" couldn't resist the truth, and you walked away frustrated from him. The voice of his then echoes through your ears:

"Remember, we're boyfriends, alright? Be with me, you'd never feel sad. I meant it."

"That kid, ugh, but why do I feel like jelly when he kisses me?" 

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red light-woosan

 

     

pairing- dancer! woosan x chubby POC ! reader summary: You go out to a club with your friends and find yourself in a 0-100 situation.

      Walking into any club can make you extremely nervous. But this one for some reason, made my stomach do weird things. As I walked in, trailing behind my friend Livia, I started to notice the red lights coming from down the hall, in the direction we were going. As we entered the main area, I quickly looked around liking to know what my surroundings always looked like. As I look around more and more, I start to notice some of the men are dressed alike. They were all dressed in ripped loose pants and no shirt. The red lights around made their bodies look Godly.

            No wonder Livia chose this one.

            “Aren’t they so hot?!” Livia yells next to you. I pull my eyes away from the beautiful men and looked at her nodding. I don’t say anything because this whole situation makes me so nervous, and I didn’t want to sound stupid. I continue to look trying to find a safe spot I can go so I don’t feel in the way of the entrance.

            Livia had mentioned that this club had a no foreigner rule, so everyone that walked past me took a long look. And I mean they didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were staring. But being in Korea as a thicker POC, it’s expected.

            We walk further inside, and I notice that all the men are dancing with pretty girls in pretty dresses.

            “They are the dancers here! They are supposed to just walk up to anyone and ask them to dance.” Livia yells over the music. That’s actually a good idea since a lot of the clubs have people just standing around. But I also couldn’t imagine dancing for hours on end.

            I couldn’t help but to notice how all the guys were dancing with smaller and pretty women. I’m not insecure, but things like that makes me a little sad because there’s no chance any of them are willing to dance with me. I’m bigger and not Korean. I don’t feed into my insecurities though. If they don’t want to dance with me then its their loss, not mine.         

            I head to the bar as my friend heads to the dance floor wanting to dance right away. She fits perfectly in with the crowds. A daunting thought in the back of my mind makes me think that I would take up most of the space so why even attempt to go down there. I’ll probably be the only one not dancing with someone. But that’s the thing, I don’t need anyone to have fun and I knew Livia had my back and would drop any guy to help me out, she’s done it before. There were also times where I had to push her back because I didn’t want her dropping everything when I’m a little down.

I ordered the strongest drink and continued to look around. There are regular lights here at the bar. The red lights are mainly on the dance floor, so it was much easier to see around me. As I look around, I notice so many pretty women, and I stare in awe. The men were also drop dead gorgeous.

            I’ve gotten used to being the bigger girl here. For the first 6 months of living here. It did hurt a bit when everyone seemed to go after Livia more. But she fit the beauty standard, especially since she is half Korean herself.  I’m black and white. A thick girl, standing at (height) and (weight). I wore it well, at least I thought I did until I got here.

            After about a year here, I was used to how they treated me. Concluded that I’m not here for love, I’m here to experience Korea itself, and to enjoy myself. I started to go to the gym more as well, makes me feel better overall.

 I sipped on my drink when I got it, enjoying the sight of Livia dancing with all types of people. I laugh when she pushes another dancer for one of the shirtless guys.

            On the far side of the room, the floor rises a bit and there was a metal fence along it, allowing people to lean over and watch the dancers. I couldn’t help but notice two shirtless guys leaning against each other and staring in my direction.

My heart starts to beat fast, there’s no way they are looking at me. I look around and see other girls standing next to me at the bar, either ordering a drink or trying to get their man to get them one. I sigh finishing my drink, I turn around and order another one. I start to wonder when I would get the balls to stand up and go dance with Livia.

            I peek over at the two guys again. They are now leaning over the railing. Its like they noticed me looking there way again because at the same time they both look up in my direction. My eyes widen and I quickly turn back around as if I got caught doing something that I wasn’t supposed to be doing.

Dammit, I think to myself. Now they know I was looking there way. Fuck it, I peek again. I could hardly tell them apart other than one being slightly taller than the other and the body was built slightly different. The red lights are not helping. They both look like they have black hair, brushed back with some strands in front of their faces. One runs his hand up into his hair, pushing some back.

            The taller one looks over to the person who walked up to him and talks to them. I noticed he had a half up and half down style. He then gets pulled away. I quickly look away when the bartender slams the drink down next to me and moves on to the next order. I grabbed it and held the straw against the ice so I could drink it all at once. I set the cup down and look back over seeing neither of the men. Damn, they were a nice sight to see.

            I looked back down to look for Livia, but I couldn’t see her due to there being so many people. But I did peep at her white dress amongst the crowd, allowing me to calm down a bit. I don’t want to be left here alone.

            I think that I want to just chill here at the bar until Livia is ready to go. Maybe another night I will feel more comfortable. I order another shot wanting to get a little more wasted.  

            See, I don’t mind being a bigger girl. In fact, I love my body. But other people’s eyes and thoughts on my body practically shove me back into the insecure locker I was trying to desperately get out of my whole life.

            Like I thought, the shot made me feel great. I spun around in my seat to maybe get a look for Livia again and maybe join her, but someone was blocking my view. It was a shirtless guy, and he kind of looked like the one you were looking at earlier across the room. His hands were tucked in his front pockets, he slowly tilts his head while keeping eye contact with you. I suddenly get really confused and look around and even behind me (Even though there was only a bartender behind me and helping someone else.) He slowly walks up and stands in front of me. His thighs hit my knees as I sat in the bar stool. I couldn't help but to think that if I opened my legs a little, he could fit right between.

            Oh! Maybe he wanted a drink. I slowly try and move around him, but his eyes never leave me.

            “Sorry, Ill get out of your way…” I mumbled, hoping that he would get the hint and move back a little so I could leave without bumping into him accidentally. But his hand reaches out and stops me. I pause and look down at his huge pale hand caressing my arm.

            “You’re not in my way.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. Maybe he said it normally, the club is loud, and I can’t really hear anything over the sound of my rapidly beating heart. Little did you know, you were making his heartbeat extremely fast too. He doesn’t drink, and this is his job, meaning he rarely gets nervous. He’s confident in himself.

            “Why aren’t you dancing?” He asks me with a little smile. I just shrug my shoulders, not really knowing how to answer him. He grabs both of your hands in his and he rubs his thumbs across the top. I can’t help but stare at our hands together. He slowly brings one of my hands up and my eyes follow. He slowly leaves a kiss on top of my fingers smiling at the fact that our eyes are now connected. His lips leave a warm touch, making my heartbeat faster.

            “A pretty girl like you must be waiting for someone to ask her, mhm?” He says smoothly. I really had a hard time saying anything. His eyes were so sharp, his skin so smooth. His gaze hurts, so I quickly look away.

            He suddenly brings both of my hands up and lays them flat against his chest. One hand feels the pounding of his heart and the other one feels the warmth of his chest. His heart starts beating faster as his hands push my hands down, to trail against the hard muscles on his torso. I couldn’t help myself but bend my fingers at the tips and allow my nails to scratch him along the way. Making him flinch and lean into me. I squeeze my thighs at his reaction.

            “Fuck,” He whimpers in my ear. Now my heart is beating out of my chest. I feel his breathing calm down a bit. “Dance with me. Please dance with me. I want-no. I need to feel you against me while we dance.” He pleads in my ear. Two thoughts come up. In America there is these people called fat fuckers or chubby chasers. Who simply wants you because you’re a BBW. Now I may be thick but I’m not extremely fat. But to Koreans, shit I could be. But the second thought is saying fuck it. This god of a man is standing in front of you, leaning into you. Take the fucking dance. So, I nod my head and take his hand as he pulls me in for a dance.

            We make it to the dance floor and get swallowed into it, now it feels like I’m in the middle of it. I’m not too sure what to do now that I’m under the watch of this beautiful shirtless man. The song ‘Stay Ready’ by Jhene Aiko comes on, and it makes you smile. A good song I can just vibe too.

I’m not too sure how to impress people, I like to be myself and hope that does the job. The alcohol that I drank earlier is running through my system. I look over at the male in front of me and he smiles softly at me and backs up a bit giving me room to do my thing. He starts sways to the music.

            I bring my hands around and move my body to the beat of the song. Swaying to the rhythm, my hands follow the curves of my body. I close my eyes to feel the music through the floor. My butt is moving a little more, my neck moving my head in slow circles. I lean my head back and run my hand around my neck really feeling myself. They lead into my hair, my full body now enjoying the song. I open my eyes and look at the man. He stopped moving and his eyes seemed darker than before. The red light of the club is not helping any. He bites his lower lip and grabs my hand spinning me around. I instantly bend over and grind my ass against him. I can’t help but smile and I feel both of his hands suddenly grab ahold of me and he pushes into me harder. I lean up and his hands take the chance to feel me up even more. I pushed myself away from him and continued dancing in front of him, knowing that he was extremely turned on because I felt the same exact way.

Kendricks part just ended and that’s when I feel hands on my waist. They pull me into a hard body. My eyes pop back open to see the guy lean into my ear and whisper. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” I could feel his hard on as we danced against each other. Our eyes never leave each other’s. Noses bumping against each other’s, lips almost touching.  

As the transition of the song comes on and suddenly another set of hands grabs ahold of me and pulls me away from the body I was against. I spun around and then held onto. I look up at a man that was slightly taller and notice him from earlier. His hands trailing from my hips and going up.

            “Hi gorgeous.” He mumbles against my skin as he leaves open mouth kisses against my skin. That’s when I realized that maybe they were really looking at me before!

            “Hi…” I let out breathlessly. One of his hands lowers itself and lets my hips sway to the song. I soon feel the other guy come back and close me into a shirtless man sandwich.

            The next song is ‘Get You’ By Daniel Caesar and Kali Uchis. I thought we were done dancing, but they kept their hold on me. The taller one with the bun holds on to my lower waist and his head leans against mine, our ears almost touching. While the lower one tucks his arms around my waist, just below my breasts and leans his head against my back. Our body moves slowly and in sync to the song. The male behind me, his hands keep moving everywhere and squeezing. He thrusts into my ass every now and then.

            The taller one keeps leaving random kisses on my forehead and cheeks and neck. Everywhere he can reach but my lips. It makes me think that maybe they do this with chosen girls, and maybe lips are off limits. They certainly know how to make a girl feel special. The taller one continues to softly sing into my ear as we sway.

            The music becomes foggy as I get deeper in my thoughts.

            The shorter man, (He is still much taller than me. Two inches maybe?) He lets go and moves letting the cooler air hit my back. I’m already missing his body heat. I thought he was just going to leave but he walked around and stand next to the guy in front of me. He pries one of his hands off me and he join in wrapping both of his hands around me and the other guy. Now that I’m seeing both guys in front of me and side by side. Red light or not, I couldn’t deny how fucking gorgeous they are.

            “I’m sorry, I might get fired for this, but I can’t help myself.” The shorter one says and brings the arm that was wrapped around the other guy up and grabs the back of my neck and brings his face to mine. His lips crush mine. I feel him groan against me and they both squeeze me in closer. At this point he was in the middle now and the taller man was blocking anyone from really seeing.

            “San…” The taller one says in a warning voice. I went to break away, but he kept me in place. He leaves a couple more kisses on my lips.

            I’m honestly in shock. This is such an out of body experience. I lose any words that come to mind.

            “We have to go now but I hope to see you again.” The taller one says and leans in and leaves a slow and long kiss on my cheek and gives my ass another small squeeze. “San importunely cut our time here with you short.” He glares at the shorter one. You realized why he was kissing everywhere else so much.

            “I’m Wooyoung by the way.” He smiles and drags San away.

[vibratingskull]

The last farewell

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

Tags : Angst/hurt/comfort, physical remission, hospital, reader is disabled

You spend your time in the hospital learning how to walk again when Thrawn visits you with an unexpected demand

FemaleReader x Thrawn

“Another step”, the meddroid proposes its voice echoing in the gymnase. 

You hold down the parallel bar and take another step, unsure. 

You're trembling, searching for your balance on those robotic legs. You're not used to them yet. They feel foreign to you despite connecting to your nervous system. Your muscles are shaking as you relearn how to walk. 

You lost so much. 

“Continue the rehabilitation, you are on the right track!” the droid speaks with what is surely supposed to be coded as excitement in the voice, but it just comes out weird. 

You sit on your wheelchair and take out the legs, you still have an immense hill ahead of you. 

You sigh. You're tired. 

“Let's go to your room,” the droid informe stepping forward to push you. 

“No. I'll do it myself,” you decide, waving at him to get out of your way. 

You roll in the hallway, lost in your thoughts. You have so much work ahead of you, so much to reconquer… You're supposed to receive the visit of lower officers but you don't want their pity thrown in your face, you need peace. 

You want peace. 

You arrive at his room. 

You don't get your hopes up, but you can't help it. 

You pass the door… and sigh. 

Vez is still in a coma. 

You roll up to his bed. 

“Hello friend. It is particularly sunny today, you would love to stroll in the garden and sketch some plants.“

He is unresponsive. It's not like a doctor told you he would wake up soon, but it still pains you to see. 

If they have been cruel to you, they have been down right animalistic to Vez. His legs have been cut and he lost both of his lekkus. You're not totally aware of what it entails but you remember the lekkus hold some brain tissues. The docs say he will not have long term brain damages but you doubt he will see it that way. What they took was irreplaceable and you're afraid of his reaction. 

For now he's sleeping peacefully as you were, unaware of his body's damages. Like you his brain puts him in a deep sleep to prevent him from damaging his psyche, docs say he will wake up when the brain will have finished processing what happened but he can still hear around him and feel some sensations. So you come here everyday to talk, to vent, to speak of everything and nothing, trying to put him at ease the best you can. You take his hands, caress his forehead, his cheek, you tell him tales of Ryloth and your own planet, anything you could think about. After the Chimaera left you both at a military hospital you observed these habits religiously. Thrawn wanted first to put Vez in a civil hospital but you refused and fought him on that until he surrendered. You wanted to be here when your friend woke up. 

“I'm making progress with the legs, I thought they would be heavier but once they have been connected to your nervous system they are so light.“

Your hand reaches for the metallic apparatus they jabbed in your spine to control the legs and grazes it lightly.

“We don't stop medical progress,” you say almost to yourself.

You hear his bed neighbor cough, you tilt your head to see if they need help. 

“By the way, yesterday your mom tried to see you. She can't because it's a military hospital but your family is worried about you. I could discuss a bit with her, you're so alike it is fascinating, you caress his cheek, you take his hand and squeeze it. Don't worry, I'll ask Thrawn to put pressure on the direction so she could see you.” 

“A Grand Admiral influence is not supposed to be used as such,” a voice rises behind you. 

You jump in your wheelchair before turning your head to Thrawn, hands clasped behind his back with an interrogative gaze. 

“You scared me,” you chastise him. “How did you know I was here ?” 

“I knew you would not be present at your own meeting with the officers, you were not in the gymnase, it was the only logical option.” 

You nod. Of course. He comes to sit next to you and observe the body of Vez in silence. 

“He did not wake up?” He asks with a soft voice. 

“Not yet,” you shake your head. “The doctors aren't optimistic.“

He nods in silence. 

”Why are you here ?” You inquire. 

He turns towards you with a puzzled look. 

“To give you what you asked me,” he responds like it was obvious. 

You can see the bag he's transporting

“Yes of course, but what are you doing here, on Coruscant ?” 

“I have a martial court about how I supposedly almost destroyed a city to retrieve you.” 

You flush. 

“Didn't you ?” You tease. 

“Absolutely not, each parameter was studied to do the least damage possible, but it was impossible not to deal some damage to the buildings nearby. The arrest of a large slave abductors demanded some sacrifices.” 

He sounds almost angry, but you know better. You hide your smile, it is pretty funny to see Thrawn flounder in politics, it has an innocent and moving side to it. Without thinking about it you take his hand and kiss it. He looks you in the eyes with an unreadable expression. You immediately regret it, maybe he doesn't like physical demonstration of affection in public… 

“Let me escort you to your room,” he says. 

He rises and goes to push your wheelchair, once again you refuse. 

“No, no, no. I can do it. Let me do it.” 

You head towards the room, side by side, he gently adjusts his pace to yours. You advance in silence in the corridors. 

You really hope you didn't cross a line with him… 

You enter, he goes straight to open the window while you maneuver to go to bed. He closes and locks the door and sits on the bed. You look at him with sorry spelled in your eyes. He grasps your hand and caresses it with his thumbs. 

“ I heard you will soon be interrogated by the ISB agents.”

“In three days,” you sigh,” it promises to be hilarious.”

“It is for the good of the Empire.”

“Sure…”

You gulp, in reality you try as much as you can to not think about what happened or you feel yourself overflowed by hate, anger and sorrow. 

It’s eating you alive, terrifying you. You may or may have not exaggerated certain symptoms to get a higher dosage of the drugs to get high and forget. You don’t brag about it to Thrawn, obviously.

“ The date of the trial have been chosen,” he continues

You dig your nails in the sheet.

“Okay…”

Thrawn already explained to you how Nather was surprised by the flash operation, how him and his goons fighted in each rooms, how much lives he took, how he almost made the entire structure collapse on itself with everyone under it when he realized he was trapped but was swiftly disarmed by a precise shot of one of the Stormtroopers. Now he remains silent, surrounded by his army of lawyers in the prisons of the Empire, he refuses to give any intel or names to the ISB agents, hiding behind his pride and his fan. As a prominent Governor he doesn't get the rough treatment, but they are not nice to him either, he holds on surprisingly well. 

You’re not ecstatic at the idea of seeing him again, even in the perspective of his own trial. You’re happy justice will be served, but you don’t know how you’ll react in his present. Will you burst into tears or try to kill him on the spot? Maybe you will go into a deafening torpor and dissociate completely from your body. You don’t know… for now the simple idea of seeing him again makes you sick. 

Thrawn puts your hand to his lips and kisses it delicately. 

“I know it is painful and uncomfortable, but it must be done, he tries to comfort you, be strong.”

You gulp.

“ … Will you be with me?”

“ I have to give my own testimony, so yes. I will be at your side.”

You feel relieved to hear that, knowing that you won’t be alone in this trial alleviate the pain and ease the knot in your stomach.

Thrawn reaches for the bag, changing the difficult subject

“I brought you what you asked for.”

You take it to verify what it holds. You found your purse, the key to your apartment, some holos, your personal datapad… You thank him with a heartfelt smile. He nods with a serious face. 

“There is also an important matter I wish to discuss with you,” he says with the most stern face. 

“Okay ?” 

You brace yourself, he looks a bit tense and that scares you. What could possibly put him in this state ? Are you both suspected in the affair? Did you do something wrong? Outside of getting yourself imprisoned like a damn rookie. Is he gonna criticize your tactical decisions on that day? Is he entangled in problems after helping you out? Did they criticize him for engaging in armed conflicts while on supposed vacation. Come to think of it, he surely didn't take any vacations and planned this from the beginning. 

You look at him ready for any slap across the face, but he manages to surprise you. 

“(Y/n), would you live with me?” 

The air is punched out of your lungs and you can't think straight during three seconds 

“ Would I… What ?” 

By reflex you retract your hand from his and pull the sheet over yourself. 

“Would you live with me?” 

“Yes, I heard the first-I mean… Urgh... Why ?” 

He holds his chin like he is gathering arguments. 

“I do not think you will be able to keep the apartment Governor Satlove is paying for you.” 

You tried to push that thought away so many times, but he's right, unfortunately. 

“And I am already living in the apartment you rent me, I think we should try.”

Well, you didn’t see him as that keen but it looks like you were wrong. And you can’t help a snarky remark.

“ Isn’t it just an adroit ploy to stop paying me your rent?” You grin.

“ No, I am serious, I think we can both benefit from that idea.”

“ I know. It’s a joke. I was joking.”

He looks like he’s computing the info. 

You munch on your lower lip, feeling like a little girl. You giggle, squirming on the bed like a child. 

You never lived with one of your… partners? 

“It seemed to me like a good solution, but I understand you would not appreciate the idea,” he tempers.

“No, no, no! It’s a good idea! It’s just… It’s so sudden.”

“ I figured that is what people like us tend to do.”

“ And what “people like us” are?” You ask.

He seems to think about it.

“Ch'an'ecivon'ot.”

“I have no idea what that means.” You smile wryly

“In basic you would say…” He caresses your hand with the tip of his fingers “Soulmates.”

You freeze again, processing the info.

“That is what we are then?” you ask breathlessly. “Isn’t it a tad dramatic?”

“You think?” He smiles lightly “I thought about us and I liked how that sounded.”

He seems to notice your reluctance.

“I shocked you.”

“No? No, no,no” You try and temper “It’s just that you're coming out really strong and serious and…”

“Yes, I am serious. I am serious about our relationship. Are you not?”

“I… Didn’t have time to properly think about it.” You admit.

He gauges you up and down.

“Do you love me?” he asks bluntly.

You're so taken aback, being cornered like that. Your mouth and throat are dry, you open your lips to speak but nothing comes out.

You love him.

You do, oh yes you do.

But you never worded it, and even less spoke it out loud.

He seems to relax and smile sadly at your discomfited expression.

“Pardon me. It is wrong of me to ask you without telling you first. I should not have put you in a corner like that.” He gently holds your face and kiss your forehead, “Do not fret, cha’cah.”

You slowly relax under his touch.

“Alright, I must go now. I wish you a rapid recovery… “

He seems to hesitate. 

“And come back to me quickly,” he said it so low you almost didn’t hear it.

But you did hear it.

He kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

You look in your purse if he didn’t put your comlink in, but find something else. With a raised eyebrow you take out the envelope simply signed with “Eli”. You completely forgot about that. You never took the time to read the last letter your friend left for you.  You open it carefully, taking ou the folded sheet of paper.

“ (Y/n), I hope this letter finds you better than when I left. I must leave to help Thrawn, but I trust we will see each other again, if you stay by his side it is bound to happen, I am sure. Do not leave his side, it is the most secure place in all the galaxy, and I have reason to think you are not safe. I had the occasion to speak with Governor Satlove alone, and this man sent shivers down my spine, I see nothing behind his eyes but a black void. I do not trust this man (Y/n) and so should you, something is not right with him. He made some inappropriate advances and tried to convert me to his church without my interest. I pushed him back but he insisted. There is something about him downright animalistic and uncivilized despite the dignity he drapes himself in. I had the occasion to speak about it with Thrawn and he agreed with me. Do not refuse the help of a friend, and accept my warning. I picked upon your disdain towards me recently, and even though I don’t know why I want you safe. If I ever did something to anger you, know that I am truly sorry. I wish I could tell you face to face, but I have to go. 

Farewell my friend, I hope to see you under better auspices.

Eli.”

This time tears roll down freely, your body is shaken by sobs, your hands holding the letter tremble erratically. 

“Eli… Oh Eli…” You cry.

How could you? How could you doubt him? Your own friend. But maybe you don’t deserve to call him friend after how you treated him. You hold the letter against your heart. He never deceived you, it’s all Nather’s fault, isolating you more and more, until you had no friend remaining. But he couldn’t get rid of Thrawn and Eli completely. And he won’t be able anymore…

“Hey, girl! How are you feeling?”

You raise your head in surprise, an overjoyed Karyn is here but her expression changes immediately when she sees you crying. She immediately sits on the bed and takes your hand.

“What’s happening (Y/n)?”

“Eli… Eli…“ You can’t formulate a proper sentence.

She takes you in her arms and cradles you.

”We will find him. I promise,” she assures.

She doesn't know the truth, and it is not your place to reveal it. So you just hug her back, squeezing her in your arm, appreciating the warmth of a friend.

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

[mxtxmusings]

svsss characters as hozier songs

bingqiu weird mushroom time - in a week

and you haven’t moved an inch / such that i would not know / if you sleep always like this / the flesh calmly going cold

you cannot tell me this doesn’t give major binghe shizun is not dead i can bring him back vibes

this whole song is just essentially that entire arc

sqh literally complained about bingqiu being too cottagecore

what is more cottagecore than just rotting in the woods next to your lover

we lay here for years or for hours / your hand in my hand / so still and discreet / so long we become the flowers

mushroom sqq

honestly there’s no particular line that stands out to me

besides the refrain i’ll be home with you

i can already imagine the bamboo house

there’s just something so macabre but also tender about this song

PLUS IT’S A DUET

THIS SONG WAS LITERALLY MADE FOR THEM YOUR HONOUR

bingqiu post abyss - as it was

just as it was, baby / before the otherness came

and tell me if somehow / some of it remained / how long you would wait for me? / how long i’ve been away

the idea of a haggard hero who comes home and is greeted by their lover

and comforted by their unchanging love for them

it’s what binghe wishes he could have gotten after he fights his way out of the abyss

but strangely i think the hero coming home is actually shen qingqiu in some ways

lbh came home literally but it is sqq who realizes that he never changed

aka binghe is still a simp

i keep on putting bingqiu together

shang qinghua - be

when the man who gives the order / is born next time ‘round on the boat sent back

when i have no kind words left, love for you

be as you’ve always been (lover be good to me)

if this whole song doesn’t scream shang qinghua during the side stories

idk how to help you

there’s literally a part about when the master is crossed

he literally begs mobei jun to treat him better like idk how to tell you how obvious these parallels are

the energy is 100% different though

but i like that mobei-jun doesn’t magically change or feel different about sqh

turns out their dynamic is just weird as fuck

even jesus can’t take the wheel of their relationship

your honour they are simply incompetent and incapable of proper communication despite one of them being a demon general and the other one being god

mobei-jun - blood upon the snow

the world that hardens as the harsher winter holds / the parent forced to eat its young before it grows

it’s not my arms that will fail me / but this world takes more strength than it gave me

are you seeing the vision

i mean it’s pretty obvious from the cover art

and also the general vibes

the song talks a lot about the brutality of nature, of the world, and how difficult it is to survive

there is a sense of isolation in the song, as though it is better not to get close than to be hurt because that is all they have ever experienced

honestly felt like the whole situation with mobei-jun’s uncle and also his general distrust of people

liu qingge - shrike

i couldn’t utter my love when it counted / ah, but i’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now

this is more about blaming yourself for a breakup

even though that relationship wasn’t always positive, there were still good aspects to it that are missed

but in this case, i see it more as the regret of not even trying

also because i think lqg is incapable of winning i’m so sorry

you snooze you lose

not like he could compete against the protagonist but man didn’t even try

it may seem like i always bully him (which i do) but fun fact he is one of my favourites

bro literally fumbled so bad with sqq though i’m sorry how does he have negative rizz

yue qingyuan - foreigner’s god

she feels no control of her body / she feels no safety in my arms

you cannot tell me that this doesn’t feel like his relationship with both shen jiu and shen yuan

except not literally cheating but yknow

like the vibes are all there istg

i promise all of the pieces are there

i just can’t explain it

like he lost sj when he left him and then he loses him again after the qi deviation

it’s just hopelessly hanging onto somebody that you never had to begin with yknow

and i mean shen yuan is technically a foreigner…

tianlang-jun - jackie and wilson

looking up from a cigarette, and she’s already left / i start digging up the yard for what’s left of me and our little vignette

i think this song really depends on your interpretation of it!

i’ve seen people say it’s about a person who fell in love with this woman and begins to fantasize about a future with her only for her to not return their feelings

or they are disappointed by the idealized version of a woman they have created in their head, only to realize that they’re not interested in the real person

i think the first one is definitely more accurate to his situation with su xiyan but i could see the second one working too when he thinks that she betrayed him?

either way the naive love from this song felt like the right fit for our resident teenage girl stuck in a dilf demon’s body

[ntls-24722]

So i figured out my uhhhh take? on Music Man?

There's like 2 canon lorebits for MM and like, its all just stuff that Matthew Curtis has said but I've had a really weird x reader fanfic idea for like the longest time that I never planned on actually writing, but

So my personal take on what MM's deal is that she was made to harness and store straight up souls (not remnant) but what is her whole Thing is that she was specifically made very Shittily.

The mechanisms spinning and churning the souls inside her are crude and unmerciful like a rusty music box and so while the souls, after years of being processed, have long forgotten who they are and are now moreso just the essence of life, their being is still very uncomfortably inhabiting her body, stretched out over all the machinery. The Music Man™ experience, best i can describe it, is like if your organs were gone and you were just filled with hard edges and other foreign structures. If you want a personal feeling, it's like being uncomfortably full of water and soda can tabs, in my experience (take that sentence as you will). She's very uncomfortable in her body and hence why she gets overstimulated by noise very easily (weirdly enough she likes cymbals because they drown out noise. they make a lot of noise themselves but they drown out everything else). She kind of craves devouring souls for this reason (the smoke is representative of this) since when she doesn't process it like the other ones, it kind of just chills in there and floods her body with relief and some feeling of freedom from the tight contraption her being is stuck in.

But one thing about the fic is that while yeah yeah romance it's also kind of, um, horrific. But in a fun way.

Like in the fic the whole Thing is that as Music Man becomes more enamored (and just, generally feeling more emotion than a robot really should be feeling) they become more and more human and by that I mean the emotions begin physically manifesting like how they would in a human. Like, her face is plastic so she can't actually blush like us,so instead, blood just starts oozing out of her facial orifices in the attempt to fill blood vessels that aren't there, which is just a horrible sight all around.

Anyways she's such a weird freak and I love her for that!!

If you're wondering why I refer to Music Man with she/her, this and only this is the singular reason why.

her main color palette is literally the same colors as this transfem flag. She's therefore transfem I don't make the rules sorry

Other than that there are these Whorish drawings of DJMM

And persona doodles. persona is based off of various phantom feelings of mine

If you know me, you know that I'm a shrimpy whelp of a man. HOWEVER! This bitch flies with their arms. If you were flailing around your arms to fly all the time, I just think it would make sense for them to be a Little Jacked-Looking

[mmriesoftvat]

He's not been to Snezhnaya in this new life, and after regaining his memories of his former one, the desire to return to that frozen country has dropped significantly. What's drawn Raven to the frigid place then? News from the court of Fontaine - namely, whispers of how a Harbinger has returned to his homeland, bearing wounds from a great battle.

Slipping into the little house isn't particularly difficult. The puppet's always been fairly good at skulking about, and most homes aren't exactly rigged with sophisticated security measures. With the help of his anemo powers, Raven slips into an unlocked window with ease, his feet barely making a sound as he lowers himself down to the floorboards. The wide brim of his kasa casts quite the shadow over Ajax's slumbering form as the artificial man looms over him. He knows that it's foolish to have come - even though he's been forgotten, traveling to the Tsarista's domain still comes with risks. He desires to remain anonymous, after all. Unseen. Unknown.

At least until he's ready to drive a knife through whatever Dottore has in the place of his heart. Despite knowing all that, however, something had drawn Raven here, to the 11th's bedside - something that lingers from his old self, the one thing that he wishes had not returned, because the longing that remains is a distraction and nothing more. After all, it's not as if Ajax will remember him.

And all things considered, that's for the best. Raven brings nothing but pain to those who associate with him. Even so, here he is, because of that nagging ache that wouldn't leave him be otherwise. He'd needed to see for himself - to make sure that this idiot really was alive and recovering from his latest brush with death. Moron. How has he survived this long? An annoyed huff leaves his lips as the question echoes in his head, a hand reaching down to tug the blankets further up upon the younger's body. It doesn't matter, he supposes, so long as Ajax is alive - and as he catches the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom, Raven soundlessly takes his leave, with nothing left behind to indicate that someone had been in there moments before.

Nothing but the fluttering of curtains in chilly, Snezhnayan breeze as the window is left open.

He still has nightmares of the fight.

It's such a weird thing for Childe to be frightened of, too. He loves the thrill of the fight, nothing brings him greater satisfaction than gauging an opponent's strength. The whale had been an EPIC opponent, but the sheer length of the fight had taken its toll on the harbinger. He'd come out of that ordeal with heavy injuries and exhaustion, and recovering is a slower process than he would've liked.

But Childe also fears. His dreams are dark, consisting of being eaten by the whale, of Skirk not coming to save him, or even of the Traveler and Neuvillette turning their backs on him. The fear of being abandoned by those he likes and trusts is cause for the greatest fear, above most else. Childe is still human, after all. He can admit to himself that some things rattle him, and this recent fight had certainly shaken him up for awhile.

It's a good thing he's left Fontaine, really. Childe doesn't know how he'd feel were he forced to recover in a foreign land, surrounded by people who would certainly judge him. Especially Arlecchino -- SHE would certainly make the recovery a much harder ordeal than he wants to deal with. The further away from her he is right now, the happier he'll be.

Of course, Childe knows that eventually they'll have to meet up and converse, that they'll have things to say to each other. He also heard through the grapevine that she is now in possession of his vision. It's a question of whether or not she'll actually GIVE it to him. Childe still doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her, he's banking on having to try and fight her for it back. Still, this is a thought for some other day. Everything business can wait until later, right now he wants to focus on sleep and recovery, both are vastly needed.

So he's only half asleep right now. Enough that his dreams are far from comforting, and it leaves him restless in bed. There are only a handful of moments where the harbinger is still, and it's in those peaceful moments where he's certain he feels a presence in his room.

Childe blinks his eyes open and rolls onto his back, scanning his room for any sign of someone. There's no one THERE, but his window is open, letting in the snowy chill of the outside. With a shiver, Childe gets up to close the window. There's a sense of loss that envelops him though, like he's missing someone.

Some sense of familiarity comes back to him. Someone he's certain he loved and cared for, but there's no face or name to put with this sense of loss. He can concentrate enough, but all Childe can sense is someone with a scowl on their face and a sarcastic jab always at the ready. Childe is SURE he knew someone like that, but every time he tries to think, his head starts pounding. It's definitely not helping his current state, and Childe doesn't want to dwell on it.

But still, he'd been so sure that someone had just been in his room, near his bed. He SWEARS he could feel a hand near his blanket, shifting something around. The sensation had been so VIVID and real, it had woken him up!

There's a sense of grief as he pulls the window closed. It doesn't stop him from staring out at the sky, scanning the landscape for any sign that something is different. There's nothing out of the ordinary, but Childe swears that everything is different. There is someone out there for him, and he's going to do everything he can to try and find them.

If there's one thing Childe doesn't like, it's being kept in the dark. He's certain that someone, or SOMETHING is keeping him in the dark now, and he's going to stop at nothing to get answers.

And only then, will he find this stranger in his dreams. Because whoever they are, Childe thinks he might love them.

[werewolfsonpage211]

trans and autistic

this is just my personal account of how i feel being autistic has effected my transition. these experiences are in no way exclusive to being autistic and trans. i havent seen a post like this so i thought why not make it. cw gender dysphoria.

change. i dont like change.* unfortunately its kinda what transitioning is all about. when i first realised i was trans i thought i would never tell anyone. when i realised i wanted top surgery i cried. i kept questioning for years if top surgery was right for me because the idea of purposefully changing my body like that was so foreign to me. and yet i wanted it. it felt wrong to want it. it took long to get over my own bias that plastic surgery is unnatural or selfish and to accept why i myself wanted and needed it. after all that soul searching it was comparatively easier to realise i also wanted hrt. hrt means many small changes happening gradually, which made it easier for me to get comfortable with the idea. the fact that you can microdose it and that you can stop the treatment whenever you want to absolutely helped. it also helped to "try out" some of the effects. do i want a lower voice? i could feel it out by lowering my voice and doing voice training exercises (ofc not the same result as hrt but you get it). do i want more body hair? i reflected on how i felt about the sparse but present body hair i already have, and how it felt to find new hairs (euphoria!!) also ngl the tiktok beard filters helped. *thats a simplification, but many forms of change make me feel uncomfortable.

communication. i felt i needed to be absolutely 100% sure about my identity before coming out to Anyone. i struggle with unclear communication/instructions so i tend to assume other people also prefer more details rather than less details + i fear that other people will missunderstand me if im not clear enough. and in order to be clear i felt like i needed to Know beyond a doubt my gender, pronous and name. this lead to me being in the closet longer + seeking care later than i probably would have otherwise.

emotions. i struggle with anticipating other peoples reactions to stuff. i feared how my parents might react - would they cry? would they argue with me? would they think i was weird? and theyve literally been so chill about it. i would say my bar was on the floor but there really was no bar, i had no expectations at all because i couldnt even guess.

change again! asking people to use new pronouns and a new name. i first came out with using all pronouns. i now use he/they. saying i used all pronous felt easier because it meant no correcting people. turns out it wasnt right for me, and i kinda already knew that when i came out. but i felt i had to take it in small steps. i was never the one to cannonball into the water from the diving tower. i walk in slowly, one step at a time, rather putting my body through every small shock of cold against my skin than that one big shift. to some it might seem like self torture but to me it is the more comfortable choice. i wanted to come out but i wasnt ready to ask people to stop using she/her. so "all pronouns" became a stepping stone, one i am very grateful for. some people want nothing to do with their old name. im changing mine to the masculine coded version of my old name. calling it a new name is rich seeing as im just removing a few letters. i want the change to be as undramatic as possible, for both me AND for everyone else. other people being uncomfortable makes me feel Super uncomfortable. with the small change im making its easy to cover up if the worng name slips out. to me, my old and new names dont even have to be regarded as different names, just variations of the same name. yeah, i prefer the masc version, but tbh i will answer to anything that sounds remotely like my name. i just want it to be uncomplicated. in the same vein, my prefered pronouns are he/they, but im not going to correct everyone who calls me she/her. when and on whom i use that energy will be highly circumstantial.

special interests. ive done a lot of research. ive read a lot about gender affirming care, what it can (and cant) do, where and how you can get it, what people who have gotten it have to say. ive watched a lot of trans youtubers video essays and commentary, a lot of top surgery vlogs, and several videos made by medical professionals documenting the surgical procedure of detitification itself. ive joined several internet communities on facebook, discord and reddit to take part in other trans peoples knowledge, experiences and thoughts. ive prepared and held presentations on being trans on tdov. and i tend to forget that not every trans person ...does all that. (which is not a critique, i know its a lot.) (which is not a brag, i know im weird.)

societal norms. gender roles are weird right? and the whole concept of gender? thinking about it can give me a headache. i think autistic people are slightly more likely than allistic people to question the gender binary, simply because were more likely to not conform to social/societal norms. i initially identified only as non-binary. now i identify as a non-binary trans man. i do still wonder why i identify as a man - what makes me a man, what makes anyone a man, what makes me feel like a man. and i hate to say it, but i havent come up with a satisfactory answer. i just do. it doesnt completely make sense to me, but it makes more sense than anything else. at this point ive just accepted that some things give me gender euphoria, some things give me gender dysphoria, and all in all i think "man" describes me fairly well. i also think if id been amab i wouldve still identified as non-binary, just not had as much dysphoria nor required as much gender affirming care. i could go into further detail on my exact gender identity, but i also dont feel the need to be super open about it. not everyone needs to know every part of my identity. most people only need my name and pronouns. and as i said, i like it uncomplicated.

hey share your own experiences of being trans and autistic if you like? in tags/just add on to the post! i probably will if i think of more

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Movie Special Episode 2 (Novel) Translation

I Tried On a Dancer's Costume…

Author: Yamaguchi Satoru

Katarina: It really was magnificent!

After saying this, I, Katarina Claes was raving to my little brother and friends about the magnificence of the show we had just seen.

A while had passed since the arrival of the Mutlaq caravan, the occurrence of the incident, and its safe settlement. Since the reparations had settled down, I asked the caravan people if we could watch their magnificent show again. They gladly accepted, so today, I got to watch the show with the boys, who couldn't last time. In addition to the girls, who had already seen it, the boy also seemed completely mesmerized by the magnificence of the show.

Sophia: I feel like it has become even more lovely compared to the time before. I was entranced by that dancer, and her costume really was lovely.

Sophia passionately talked without catching her breath. She looked like an otaku talking about the thing they are crazy about.

The dancer who had approached us happened to hear Sophia's words, and…

Dancer: So you love the dancer's costume! Would you like to try it on for a bit?

…she casually asked her.

Sophia: Can I? I would love to!

After Sophia had said this while pitching forward as if to fall, the dancer laughed and said "Sure."

While we weren't as eager as Sophia, I, Mary, and Maria were also curious about the foreign dancers' costumes, so we decided to try them on together just a little.

The Mutlaq dancer's costume was something that a dancer from Arabian Nights in my past life would wear, so it was frankly speaking quite revealing. When I was a Japanese high school girl during my previous life, I wore things like tank tops and shorts, but ever since I was born in Sorcier, I had worn skirts that didn't show the legs down to the knees and had not been showing much skin, so it took me quite a lot of courage to wear the dancer's costume. But when I tried it on,

Katarina: Wow, I really look like a dancer! So cute.

Because I was wearing a long fluttering veil that went from my face to my waist, I didn't really feel like I was showing skin. I felt like a princess.

Even though the parts hidden by the veil were a bit high-exposure, I felt excited wearing the costume. When I came out of the changing partition screen in high spirits, I saw Mary, who had come out before me. 

Mary: How do I look? I don't look weird, right?

Mary looked terrific as she embarrassedly said this. She was wearing a thinner veil than mine and her clothes were very much see-through, but her voluptuous body combined with the dancer's costume's sensuality brought about an indescribable bewitching sexiness. Coupled with her embarrassed look, it felt like minors wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes.

I didn't know what comment to make at the moment, but then…

Maria: You both look lovely!

Maria came out and said this with a smile. As expected of the legitimate heroine. There indeed was a certain sexiness to her in those see-through revealing clothes and veil, but if I had to choose, I would say loveliness suited her better. And for her to be able to say so readily that Mary was lovely despite all the sexiness she was exuding, she was amazing. I rode her wave and…

Katarina: Yes, you look lovely Mary, really lovely.

…I managed to tell her. Then Maria praised me too, and Mary praised us. We were having this kind of exchange when finally, Sophia came out.

Sophia was incredibly cute. But maybe because I had seen her after Mary and Maria, she had that adorableness of a little child wearing a dancer's costume, and her sex appeal was non-existent. Sophia might have faintly noticed it herself as after looking at Mary's dancer look and hers, she had some kind of distant look in her eyes.

No, Mary is just too abnormal in that respect, you can't compare yourself to her. I wanted to cheer Sophia up since she had lost self-confidence, but what should I do…? Oh, I know! Her big brother Nicol was doting on her, so if I showed Sophia to him, he would praise her cuteness and Sophia's confidence would come back!

Katarina: Alright, Sophia, let's show you to Lord Nicol!

I took Sophia's hand and dashed out of the women's changing space.

Mary: Eh? Lady Katarina, are you going out dressed like this?!

Maria: Lady Katarina, you must put some clothes on you!

Unfortunately, Mary and Maria's voices didn't reach me and I went dressed in my dancer's costume to see the boys waiting outside.

Katarina: Lord Nicol, Sophia looks good in this costume, right? She looks cute, right?

I called out to Nicol like this. Nicol turned towards me, then froze. He remained frozen, not uttering a single word. On top of this, I felt like his face had turned red for some reason. Did something happen?

Katarina: Umm, Lord Nicol, did something…

…happen? But before I could continue,

Keith: BIG SISTER, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU WEARING?!

Keith blushed and said this with amazing force.

Katarina: Eh?! What I'm wearing? It's a dancer's costume, but… Does it look weird?

Keith: Not "weird", but it is too revealing!

Katarina: Eh?! But the veil conceals things, right?

Geordo: This veil is completely transparent, so we can see what's behind it.

This time, Geordo spoke and pointed this out. His face was somewhat red.

Katarina: Eh? Is it that transparent?

When I looked at myself while in the changing space, I couldn't see behind the veil, but now that I looked again, it was indeed see-through.

Ah, I see. The changing space had been somewhat dim, so the veil had looked mostly opaque, but this place was considerably bright, so now it was see-through. Besides, it was because no one would see me no matter how see-through it was that I tried on a very revealing costume… After remembering this, I suddenly felt embarrassed.

When I looked at the boys once more, Nicol was frozen with a red face, Keith was averting his eyes with a red face, Geordo had a somewhat awkward look and a red face, and Alan had turned his completely red face away!

Looking at everyone's reactions, I felt even more embarrassed and the heat on my face increased.

I returned to the women's changing space at full speed.

Sophia normally came back afterward and said, "Big Brother, I was able to do something for you" and smiled. I couldn't seem to shake off my embarrassment, and on the way back, I couldn't look at everyone straight in the eyes.

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(this pic is unrelated to the novel, but I thought it was fitting)

[enyearns]

Xiao: Peace In The Little Things

The world is still when I'm with you.

✧ genre(s): fluff ✧ warnings: none :) ✧ wc: 900 words

a/n: hello again! it's been a while since i posted. in truth, i've been feeling a bit shy to post anything. but anyways... if this reaches anyone, i hope you enjoy this little thing i wrote <3

“It’s completely unfair! Surely there is a way to quell it?”

Xiao inwardly smiles seeing the little frown on your face. You two have stopped sparring a bit ago, and now you are lying face up to the clear sky while trying to brainstorm ways to ease the pain Xiao has to endure during his more severe karmic debt episodes. He can see it on your face that you are genuinely trying your damned hardest to help him. And… Seeing the concentrated look on your face unconsciously brings a small smile to his face.

“There is no way around it.”

You hum, ignoring Xiao’s statement. Then you sit upright abruptly, a bright smile popping up on your face. You readjust yourself and move to sit on your knees, before promptly patting your thighs eagerly. “Come, come.”

Xiao tilts his head in confusion, unclear on what she wants him to do. You click your tongue, and without warning pulls him towards you so that his head is resting on your lap. “What are you doing!” He exclaims, the tip of his ears burning red. But he does not move himself away from you.

You giggle, timidly weaving your fingers in his dark hair. “My mother would always make me sit like this when I’m feeling upset,” you begin softly as you weave your fingers through his locks. You inwardly note that his rich emerald hair is surprisingly soft. “She would run her hand through my hair, like I am now, and it would always, always make me feel better.” You pause, then add: “My petty feelings of being upset doesn’t compare to the hurt you have to endure though. Not one bit. I can’t imagine what you have to suffer. But I do hope this eases your burden, even if it’s just by a bit.”

Xiao scoffs a little, but his body is relaxed under your touch. “You really have the audacity to treat an adeptus like this.”

Again, you ignore him and continue your little ramble, voice light as you recount the old tale.

Xiao finds that there is something comforting about this gesture of yours; everything about this moment brought a sense of calmness to him. Everything about you, from the inviting warmth of your body heat radiating against his skin, to the feeling of your fingers caressing his head, and to the sound of your pleasant voice filling his ears; all of these things brought a foreign stillness to his mental realm. He can’t help but close his eyes and immerse himself in this new feeling that you’re inadvertently allowing him to experience.

“You are lucky to have such a caring family.” The words he quietly says slip out of his mouth unconsciously. Almost like it is just a passing thought that he lets out without deliberation. The boy on your lap sounds so lonely, yet inured to what he’s had to live out for the past thousands of years.

And the realisation of this twists your heart.

“I… I consider you to be family, too,” you reply shyly, your voice low so that only those words reach his ears, and only his, even if there was not another person in sight or within a 5 mile radius of you two. “At least… you’re someone I care about a lot. You don’t stand alone, Xiao. As long as I walk on these grounds, I will always be there for you.”

Your words of commitment full of conviction causes his entire body to erupt with heat, his usually calm exterior breaking to expose a very embarrassed Xiao. It’s extremely uncharacteristic of him, but he finds that he’s always rendered to this state because of you, whether it’s intentional from your part or not.

He looks away from you to hide his flushed cheeks, covering the bottom half of his face with his hand.

After a brief silence, you quickly spoke. “I-I’m sorry. That was a bit weird.”

He grasps your wrist when he feels your hand lifting from his head, pulling it back down to its previous spot. “I appreciate th– you. I appreciate you. Thank you.” He only remained quiet before because he needed time to recompose himself. He feared that he would stutter if he spoke. And, as it turns out, I’ll stutter anyway. He feels his face heat up again thinking about it. In a mumble, he adds, “And you know to call my name any time you need me.”

You chuckle and nod. “Of course. If I ever wake to a knife at my throat, or it–”

“No. Any time you need me, be it just to see me or if you are in danger, just call out my name and I will be there before you even realise it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you stare at him in bewilderment. This time, it’s your turn to sport the crimson cheeks. And you look cute with it. Xiao’s lips slightly turned upward in a smile, and the red on your cheeks only deepened. “What’s with that reaction? I’m just extending my services.”

A laugh tumbles out of you, and you smile back at him, eyes closing in genuine glee. “Thank you, Adeptus Xiao.”

Xiao finds himself smiling along with you. A rush of joy fills him just seeing how happy you are. He would do anything, absolutely anything, to protect that cute smile of yours.

“Anytime.”

[thewritingof-therose]

For the latest ask, either 8 or 9 for IllidanxMaiev… I cannot resist the comfort potential in these :”D

8. things you (Maiev) said when you were crying

The sun was slowly going down, bathing the ruins of the fallen Kaldorei Empire scattered all over the Broken Shore. Far away in the distance, the imposing building of the former Temple of Elune was casting an even bigger shadow over the small island, and over it, the grey and green clouds of the Felstorm were had disappeared long ago.

Instead, Argus, the homeworld of the demons, brought in their sky by Illidan, was looming over them.

Standing in what was left of their headquarters --- after all, once the campaign on the Shore had reached its end, they moved to the Vindicaar to relentlessly attack the foreign planet --- Maiev raised her head and sighed, with a slight shake of her head. She had decided to stay on the Shore to cleanse it from every last demons trying to hide from their wrath, and also because she wanted to stay away from Illidan.

Over the months that had followed his return, she had madly behaved and she was ashamed of herself. If at first she had been rightfully angry that they brought him back to life without talking about it with her first, after a few weeks, her opinions had changed. She kept watching him, but he was surprisingly different from the monster she remembered. He had been nice, obliging, and his job was done. And done well. Yet, he kept proposing weird and dangerous plans, always with a snide remarks and that grin that she wanted to erase from his face.

Which she did at some point, and she was still beating herself over it.

It had been an evening, a little before the attack on the Tomb, and they were partying as a way to reward the adventurers already for their future success. Khadgar's idea. Of course, she showed up as she had to, and she stood there to look down on the plebe and remind them that they haven't won yet. Illidan joined her with a glass of wine and they spent the evening together, reminiscing of their shared past and... what was that? Some kind of flirting? Maiev wasn't so sure, but she had the faint memory of his grin as they stood too close and that he complimented her.

Of course, she ended up drunk --- he probably was too. She couldn't remember exactly what went through her mind. Maybe she did want to erase that grin, but in the end, what mattered was that she grabbed his face and pulled him for a kiss. She felt his grin disappearing as he tried to process what was happening --- was he too surprised that she was kissing him, or was it that she ended up doing it? After all, it wasn't as if they grew closer since his return. They talked more, worked together, and maybe that there was some flirt between them leading to that night. He kissed her back, and Maiev was sure that they made a show of themselves.

Especially once she realized what she was doing.

She pushed him away abruptly and reverted to her Warden self. It wasn't nice to see as she drunkly panicked and insulted him instead of insulting herself. She ran away, and since that day, avoided Illidan as much as she could. There was no way she would be able to face him ever again.

Staying away from him was the best she could do. Yes, it was. With some luck, the more she would repeat it to herself, the easier it'll become to believe it.

And it was with that mindset that she planned to spend the evening on her own --- her Wardens were back to Azsuna --- and she prepared herself for the night. Only to hear footsteps behind her.

Footsteps that were sounding exactly like hooves.

"Hey," Illidan said with a soft voice.

"Hey," she replied, not even looking at him.

She heard the steps getting closer, and she could just feel her presence behind her. It only reminded her why she had been willing to start avoiding him so much. His natural warmth, those tattoos --- always shining bright --- and his body overall. The strong arms that held her from time to time. That grin on his face. A blush took over her cheeks as she remembered the kiss. How close they have been to each other that evening. If she hadn't panicked, what would have happened? Surely something really good.

Instead, her harsh words were the last things she had really said to him.

Making sure that their relationship would actually never evolve from their Warden and Betrayer dynamics.

Her throat dried at that thought. She realized that she would be unable to talk anymore, and the pain was such that she felt tears at the corners of her eyes. At least, it was what she would pretend, that the pain of her throat was making her cry. Not her feelings...

"I need to talk to you," he added. "We will attack Antorus soon."

She just nodded. Of course, he was just there to keep her in touch with their plans against the Legion. They were regularly updating her about those as she demanded it, but it was the first time Illidan was doing it. She couldn't blame him. But she felt tears running down her cheeks as she anticipated what he would have to say. She already knew. He wouldn't stay. As soon as he would get an opportunity, he would leave Azeroth and potentially never come back.

She had eavesdropped on a conversation he had with Khadgar, and she was still unable to know how she had to react at that thought.

"Maiev?"

She had stayed still for too long, without saying a word, and she had no way to stop her tears anymore. It was more than probably a goodbye that she would experience that day, and she wasn't ready for it. Big hands went on her shoulders and Illidan forced her to turn around and face him. Against her will, a sob left her throat and echoed against her helmet, which was the last barrier of dignity she had left. Unfortunately, his hands moved to the side of the protection and slowly removed it.

Doing her best, she tried to stand proud on her feet and face him as an equal despite the tears running down her face. His expression changed to worries, and one of his hands slowly made it's way to her cheek. At soon as it touched her skin, Maiev felt an electric shock and she only cried harder as she had messed up everything.

Yet, she needed those words out.

"I think I love you", she cried out loud.

Her helmet fell to the ground with a loud thump, and his second hand cupped her face and that he pulled her on his lips.

(Follow up with the prompt n°9 in a few days! It'll be a reblog from this post ^^)

[rezzyromance]

Cute mini fic idea☺️

You know those love heart sweets with the messages on? Y/n gets her hands on some from the Duke.

Y/n leaves some on Heisenberg’s work bench to share with random messages she pays no mind to.

These are the messages on each one

Kiss me

I’m yours

I love you

Email me (the himbo doesn’t understand because why email when y/n is right there??)

Heisenberg finds them + gets confused thinking y/n is trying to tell him something.

After some mental gymnastics and back + forth he bites the bullet + kisses y/n.

Imagine how confused y/n would be but rolls with it because she wants him too? Especially when he mentions the email one 🤣🤣

This is so creative thank you!

The Duke never failed to disappoint when it came to new items you've never seen before. Whether it's a new collectable that you have no clue how he got his hands on, or a fun foreign snack, he always had so many surprises. During your visit today, you were simply picking up some stuff for Karl. Of course, the Duke had everything he was looking for. But, he made a new offer as well.

"(Y/N), I have something you may be interested in.", he said. "Oh? And what would that be?", your curiosity got the best of you. "I've acquired these little candy hearts. They're meant to be a sweet treat you share with a loved one or someone you care about. I'm not sure who I work with that would like this other than you. Perhaps you could put them to good use." He handed you a box of little heart candies and you put them in your pocket before saying your goodbyes. You would've discussed them more, but Karl was eager about some new supplies that he wanted you to pick up so you didn't want to waste any time.

On the walk home, you opened the box and took one of the candies out. You only observed it a little before trying it. It wasn't overwhelmingly sweet and the texture was soft but chalky. You knew he'd probably like them.

You make it back to the factory and quickly make it to Karl's office where he was hunched over at his desk, busy at work. "I got your stuff. How's the work going?" You place his supplies near his desk and wait for his answer. "Well, it's work. It's not gonna get itself done." He said bluntly. "Well, sounds like it's going well." You put your hand in your pocket and grab one of the heart candies, quickly pulling it out and placing it on his desk before leaving the room. He looks over at the candy, confused of what it was. He took the small item in his hand and scanned each side of it. One side was blank while the other said "Kiss me". "What's this?" He tried to be a little loud so you could hear from outside of the room by now. "Just a little treat." With curiosity, he put the candy in his mouth and continued working as the pleasant taste filled his mouth. The taste didn't last long, but the words did. "Does she want me to kiss her? I mean the message was pretty straight forward." He thought.

A few hours passed and you were bored. Since there's not much to do around the factory, you sometimes take up small chores to help out Karl. You walk back into his office with a broom and begin to sweep the floors. They weren't particularly dirty, but it gave you something to do. Many of the candies still sat in your pocket. As you swept around the room, you quietly placed another candy on his desk. Without a word, you pick up all the swept up dust and other junk from the floor and left the room. When you're gone, he takes a look at the new candy. "I'm yours." It read. A smile grew on his face. "Hm.... guess she knows what she wants."

A few more hours pass and now he's in a different room. His workshop room. He was trying to design a new, elaborate weapon to attach to some new experiments. You peek inside for only a bit, cautiously avoiding the weapon that was being built. "You're doing great." You say as you place another candy on a table beside him. You left without another word. Normally, you wouldn't be checking on him so many times a day. But, you liked the idea of congratulating him on his hard work. After all, he does put so much of his energy into his work.

He became eager to read each new message. He quickly checks the words on this candy. "Call me." "Call me? But I'm right here. " He says, but you've already left the room. "She must be playing hard to get." He stopped working on the intense weapon in front of him and began to think. He was feeling so many new things that confused him, but he wasn't against it.

He was finally done with his work for the day. With a lot of confusing and new thoughts on his mind, he walked out of his workshop. You weren't too far away and you could hear the door opening and closing. You make your way over to where you heard the noise so you could give him another treat. When he saw you walking towards him, he froze. It was a feeling he had never felt before in his life. He felt nervous and was worried that if he were to speak, it would come out all stuttered and weird. "Hey! Done for the day?" You ask and hand him another candy from your pocket. He held it and stared at it for a bit which confused you. Why wasn't he just eating it? You glanced at the candy and noticed something you had been oblivious to before. There was writing on it, but you were unable to read it from where you stood. But, he could read it. He could read the words very clearly. "I love you."

He swallowed anxiously and looked at you for a second. "Are you alright?" You ask. Suddenly, after taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he brings his body even closer to yours. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his as he leans into a sudden kiss. You nearly gasp against his lips at first, but loosen up under his touch. It wasn't expected and it was confusing, but you didn't mind it. You even placed your hands on his chest for support, worried you may melt into the kiss so much that you'd fall over. He pulls away and looks into your eyes, unsure of everything at that moment. It scared him to feel so unsure about something. But, the smile on your face and glimmer in your eyes helped ease his stress.

"What was that for?" You ask softly, still resting your hands on his chest. "Well, you did tell me earlier to kiss you." His words caused you to tilt your head in confusion. "What?" "The candies. The ones you've been giving me all day. They said stuff like 'kiss me' and 'I'm yours'" He held out the most recent uneaten candy for you to see. Low and behold, the words "I love you" were printed on it. "One of them even said 'call me' which I thought was particularly strange considering we're never too far apart." You had no idea what to say. Your face grew hot and red with embarassment. He realized what had happened. "You had no idea they said anything, did you?" He too felt incredibly embarrassed now. You began to laugh at the comically bizarre situation. He didn't know whether to be mad or laugh along with you. "I had no clue they said anything!" You pressed your forehead to his chest as you continued to laugh.

His confusion from earlier only grew stronger. "So, you weren't secretly hinting at your love for me?" He felt like a fool for thinking anyone could feel that way about him, especially you. "No, but I'm glad I was even if I didn't notice it." "What? But, I'm sure you didn't actually want me to kiss you, right?" You broke the eye contact with him by looking at the floor in attempts to hide your newfound bashfulness. "Well, I don't mind. I mean.. I didn't mind it..." The room was quiet which only made you more nervous. "I really liked it actually. I really... like you." You felt his thumb rub your chin as he held it gently. Your breath hitches at the touch as he slowly cranes your head up so you can see his face once again. His classic grin had paved its way back onto his face. You smile and pull him into a kiss once again. This time you both melted a little as this one helped ease the tension. You pull away and giggle at the bizarre situation.

"Call me?" "I'd love to."

[fandom-monium]

fuck shit i loved unrivaled but can we please get jealous reader? like maybe everyones on a mission and spencer has to flirt with someone?? the target??? thank you keep doing what you do!! <3

Established Relationship Rivalry

Summary: In which you really don't like Spencer talking to other girls... or assassins. "Shut your mouth, before I do it for you."

WC: 1.8k

TW: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, Jealous!Reader, companion piece to Unrivaled but not a sequel, pining (?), fluff and angst(?), established relationships RIVALRY, more reader-centric sorry, ft. Entropy Cat Adams that bitch (derogatory), a darker side of Mysterious!Reader comes to light

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You sit at the bar a few seats down from JJ, watching Spencer at the corner of your eye as he puts on a show of settling into the velvet booth. 

The restaurant is fancy, the kind you take your significant other, or in this case, invite your ‘high end’ date to gain their trust, lure them in. Your vision swims at its dark red scheme and slightly dim lights, but it’s not too much that you don’t notice how good Spencer looks in his new suit, something he’s recently taken up. The blazer’s dark against his light skin, his purple tie is in a lopsided knot, and he even combed his hair a little. 

You sigh. If only you weren’t on the job, you’d stare as much as you’d want. It seems you’re not the only one who’s noticed either, surrounding patrons stealing glances at Spencer despite most of them with company.

You decide suits might be your favorite on him. It’s definitely up there.

But as the wine glass threatens to crack between your fingers, you weigh the possibility that maybe⏤just maybe⏤you should reel in your emotions, because you might actually get yourself kicked off the operation.

Now, you’re not jealous. Seriously.

This isn’t jealousy. Spencer and you aren’t even like that. Like, yeah you care about each other (more than what would be considered platonic), but you’re not together together, and there’s certainly not this weird, unspoken agreement that neither of you are to be ‘involved’ with others. Because that would imply you have feelings. More specifically, non-platonic feelings for someone you’re just not ready to admit to.

Then Catherine Adams enters the arena.

Her strides are short, almost dainty, and if you were a less experienced profiler you’d think that she was a normal woman, shy and awkward as any first date would be.

But you know each footstep is calculated, controlled. A perfected facade built on years of practice.

Other than respecting her abilities, you don’t know how to feel about her. From what little you guys could gather from her file, she is little… psycho.

So no, you’re not jealous. 

You’re not jealous when she exchanges shy smiles with Spencer. 

You’re not jealous when she invades his personal bubble. Or when she gropes him for his gun.

No, this isn’t jealousy that burns in your stomach. Oh no no no.

This is fury, your eyes stinging with barely contained rage. And as you imagine the eight different ways you could amputate Adam’s hands with a butterknife (there’s plenty within arms length, you could reach it), it takes Hotch’s stern voice for you to lower it to a simmer.

“(Your Name), calm down,” he crackles into your earpiece.

Hoping to dissuade from yourself, you cover a sickly sweet smile behind your glass, your canines glinting in the light. “Hotch, please, I’m the epitome of calm and collected.”

“We can literally see your teeth grinding on cams, and if we can see it, Cat Adam’s will too⏤”

You huff.

“Now calm down. You look more like a disgruntled divorcee than a satisfied customer.”

Okay, harsh. You almost reply indignantly before you catch JJ’s gaze, her blue eyes warm with enough understanding that it makes your shoulders relax. As much as you appreciate her, you’re supposed to be strangers in this restaurant. She can’t even mouth to you without giving you both away, blowing your covers⏤

“...tell Blondie McBlonderson over there at the bar to disappear.”

⏤cover. Welp. There goes that plan.

Immediately you lower your gaze to the rim of your glass, keeping the bitch in your peripheral as JJ clenches her jaw and slides off her stool, trudging off to the kitchen. It’s a chess match; Cat picks each of you off as if you’re pawns, sacrificial pieces, bait, until the restaurant is clear and Morgan, Lewis, and you remain. Gun raised, you try not to sneer as Lewis cuffs the Bomber’s hands behind her back, leading her and the civilians outside. 

“Guess we’re right back where we started. You and me with a gun,” Adams huffs, her tone betraying nothing. Your anger spikes as she grips Reid like a human shield. “Although, I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see you.” She stares across the room at Morgan…and you.

She’s looking directly at you.

You frown. “Do I know you?”

Adams snorts, adjusting Reid in front of her, “No, I guess not. Last time we met was years ago, and you were a whole other person at the time. I barely even recognized you.” Her eyes trail over your figure, and your skin crawls as her lips stretch into a cruel smile. A threat. “But you never forget your first, right?”

Oh. Oh.

Oh no.

In the blink of an eye, you pull the hammer of your firearm, its click echoing through the empty restaurant louder than it should have. Your lips pull back in a snarl, “Shut your mouth, before I do it for you.” 

Her response: a cheshire grin in return.

Huh. You hadn’t used that tone in what feels like forever, your voice laced with the promise of silence and death. It doesn’t feel as foreign as you hoped, and the realization wrenches your gut as you pretend not to notice Reid and Morgan’s scrutinizing gaze, eyes full of questions. Questions you really don’t want to answer. Not now.

Preferably not ever.

So you redirect everyone’s attention back to the situation at hand. It takes little prompting, considering Adams is holding a gun to Reid’s face, and it’s not long when Morgan convinces her to surrender. Like a shadow, you trail behind Morgan as Reid hauls her to the prison transport, your eyes burning a hole in the back of her head.

As Reid steps away, as he quietly settles next to you, before Morgan shuts the truck’s double doors Adams catches your eye. Her eyes glisten as her body shudders from hiccups. But she grins at you, wide enough to make your stomach squirm.

You flip her the bird in return.  

For the rest of the night you act natural, keeping your head down. You don’t leave right away, because nothing screams ‘something’s wrong’ than ditching everyone, so you passively agree to check on Garcia despite your grim mood. But at the sight of her, inebriated as she aggressively tells everyone how she loves them⏤loves you⏤you can’t help the tiny smile that spreads across your face (mostly because she’s pinching your cheeks). 

Even if she doesn’t mean to, Garcia manages to brighten your day, and you love her more for that.

After bidding your farewells (swallowing when Morgan shoots you a look that says, ‘this isn’t over’), you walk side by side with Reid, trudging through the tense atmosphere until you realize with a tight chest: he escorted you to your car. For a moment, you both stand at the driver’s side door, a beat of silence passing as you shakily pull out your keys. 

His hands, stuffed in his pockets, clench and unclench as his jaw sets. He’s yet to look you in the eye but you know, and for once you pray⏤to the universe, to whatever deities are out there, to Karma⏤that he’ll let this go, drop the subject. Hopefully never bring it up.

But this is Spencer we’re talking about. He’s your… friend. He’s confused and concerned and he wants to help some way, somehow.

So as you unlock your car, as his lips part, you don’t give him the chance, shoving away your dread. 

“You wanna get dinner?” It comes rushed, fear trickling into your voice. You hope he doesn’t notice. (He does.)

Spencer blinks at you, his mouth agape. “What?”

“It’s just,” You lick your lips, tugging thick air into your lungs as your body screams to run. Your eyes dart from his, looking at the ground, your car, the scuffs on your shoes, and you hate yourself, knowing Spencer notices all of it. “It’s a shame we didn’t get the chance to eat at that expensive restaurant, ya know? It was paid for too.”

Please, don’t ask. Please, don’t ask. 

“...That’s true.” His tone is scarily neutral. 

Looking up, you’re taken aback as he turns away to round the hood of your car to the passenger side door. “What do you think of thai for tonight?” 

You stammer a response, something along the lines of ‘uh⏤yeah, sounds good’ as you clamber into the car after him, fumbling to insert your key into the ignition. Your nerves only worsen by the second as you drive off into the dark, the only sounds coming from the rev of the engine and your heart thundering in your ears. Up ahead the traffic light changes, slowing you to a stop. You glance at Spencer, his purple tie red from the light, his side profile softly outlined in its harsh glow. He remains deathly quiet.

The silent treatment, huh. If he thinks reverse psychology is going to work on you...

He’d be absolutely right. His silence is deafening.

You turn to him, “Spencer⏤”

“You don’t have to.” Your breath catches in your throat, his lips parting and closing as he stumbles for the right words, “I mean, not right now. I-I know this isn’t the best time, but at some point we’re going to have to talk about it. So whenever you’re ready, I⏤” He clears his throat, twisting in his seat and meeting your eyes. His eyes gleam, earnest even in the dark. 

“We’ll be here for you.”

You can’t help gawking at him. Because Spencer’s eyes are inquisitive and kind⏤always have been⏤but right now they’re trained on you, and your face burns as your heart swells. You’re suffocating.

Because you want to tell him⏤all of them.

But fear clutches your heart.

White-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, you face the road again, blinking through unshed tears. “Thank you.”

Spencer nods, relaxing back into his seat. You’re relieved your answer’s enough for now.

The light turns green and you speed off. The grim night turns a little brighter as you fall back into routine with Spencer, the tension slowly lifting, your stomach, once filled with lead, now stuffed with thai food.

You’ll deal with Cat Adams later. She’s behind bars, so you doubt it’ll be anytime soon. You laugh as Spencer curses, soiling another pair of chopsticks when they hit the floor. Yes, you’ll deal with her when you’re ready.

That is, until you’re stopped by another red light.

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AN: no cap i hesitated posting this because i realized after finishing its less of a Spencer Reid x Reader and more a reader-centric. i wanted to establish that reader has a whole backstory sorryyyy i hope yall like it anyway :)))

if you didnt notice, unless stated otherwise almost all my oneshots and FtH are tied together by Mysterious!Reader. yall dont have to but if you read them it helps understand reader better??

[golden-wingseos]

isle abode

featuring —

✧ eula x f!reader

warnings ―

✧ rumors, mc is from fontaine

notes ―

✧ written for a friend

synopsis ―

✧ while at a party filled with lowly nobles, eula asks you for a dance

Mankind’s fatal flaw was prejudice. Assumptions and hatred thrown at someone due to their last name was fairly common in Mondstadt, especially aimed at descendants of aristocrats who were long gone.

And perhaps it was because of those rumors that you—a foreigner—were able to befriend the infamous Eula Lawrence so fluently. Like a river coursing into the ocean, maybe the stars had aligned to bring you into her life.

Yes, that’s right. Her cold, desolate life. A life driven by vengeance and desperation, a void that she struggled to crawl out of everyday.

It was cold. But you, you were like a flame. And she, maybe she was the person who discovered fire for the first time. Its everlasting warmth in times of cold, cold like this night, cold like the moonlight and the stares she got every time she did something so minor like going outside.

Glancing ahead of her, it was as if the cryo-visioned woman was an island in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but ocean and sea. Here, in this noble party arranged by the Ragnvindr head, Eula was a stranger. A stranger to all these nobles, yet so familiar with those icy stares.

And then you arrived. You and your beautiful Fontaine garments that she would never grow tired of. Unlike Mondstadt, Fontaine was still stuck in a limbo of fancy hats and clothes— as if they were still in the Victorian era.

But that’s not what matters. Here, you were gorgeous, stunning— everything. You were everything to her and everything in general. Now, you were a boat approaching her island, untouched island that nobody dared to know or get close to.

“[Name],” Eula greeted formally, a kind smile on her face as she stared past the side of your head, unfazed at the way those good-for-nothing nobles hid behind their eccentric fans, murmurs and gossip already beginning to spread.

“Eula,” You returned her greeting, bowing politely in a performer-like manner, a signature of Fontaine, your home.

“Care to dance with this sinner?” Holding a gloved hand out generously, a fond smile graced the woman’s lips. Her sky blue hair seemed to shimmer like a beach under the diamond-lantern’s lights, the grin on her face reminding you so benevolently of warmth, such a contrast compared to her crystal-azure vision.

Like a wildfire, rumors already began to spread. Malicious deceits of “Lady [Name] must be blackmailed into dancing with that… thing” and “Poor Lady [Name]... maybe she should’ve stayed in Fontaine” were the hot topic of those nobles, yet even so,

Eula swore. In this little island of hers, this isolated spot with just you and her— she could not hear a single thing. Lies were just lies, rumors were just rumors, truth would never be found in an endless hole of darkness.

So she shone a light. A spotlight only she could see, a light that landed directly on you as you placed your hand in her gloved one. For once, Eula cursed the fabric for getting in between the opportunity of being able to hold your fingers fully, but at the same time, she was grateful for her calluses and scars would never be shown to you.

Because maybe if you learned who she— Eula Lawrence— truly was, you would’ve run like the others. Flee from this island of hers, all because of myths.

“Of course,” You replied with a smile equally as kind as hers, equally as transparent and adoring. You heard those rumors too, definitely, yet you didn’t heed a single thing.

That. That was what the Spindrift Knight fell for. Your genuine search for the truth, a truth that had been shrouded with so many fakes that even she would fall for it if she weren’t careful.

“In truth, Lady Eula,” you held one of her hands in yours, the other swung around her neck for support, “I’m not a very good dancer.”

The woman giggled quietly, moonkissed eyes crinkling in amusement before retaining her previous calm facade.

“That’s alright, just leave it to me, Lady [Name].”

Her gloved hand wrapped around your waist, swinging you along as if she had danced with you numerous times before. Like a lotus on water, Eula was quick to substitute any of your missteps or mistakes, not batting an eye every time you stepped on her feet.

Hair swaying like it was truly an ocean wave, the light taps of her shoes and smalltalk that left her lips were all so alluring. Maybe if this were a mythic time, Eula would be the siren and you would be the bystander. But here, you would willingly give up your life just to hear her voice that seemed to drip with a chilled honey.

That sounds weird, you thought, partially thankful that Eula was not paying attention to your facial expressions, too busy guiding you along the dance floor. Her hand fit so perfectly on your waist, you wondered if it was meant to be there. Perhaps, it was.

Slowing down, the piano and violin came to a stop, signaling the end of the first dance of the night.

Releasing your waist from her hold, Lady Eula bowed politely with her head bent slightly down to the ground, your grip on reality finally becoming tangible once you returned her bow.

“Thank you, Lady [Name].”

“For what?”

Eula smiled. She smiled so faintly, so honestly to your eyes as her smooth pale skin seemed to shine.

“For that dance.”

Preparing to turn around and leave, your body seemed to move faster than your brain could react. With one hand wrapped around the knight’s sleeve, your ears and cheeks suddenly felt hot from the sudden movement.

“Yes?” Eula glanced at your hand, then your face— an amused expression dusted her face like pixie dust as you stared at the floor in shame.

“Ah, I apologize for my rudeness,” you let go of her wrist, “but would you perhaps like to accompany me to the balcony?” In your peripheral, you spotted an open doorway, the moon and stars glimmering past it like a paradise that you could only enter once.

For this moment, you’d like to enter it with her—the sinner—Eula Lawrence. Maybe past those doors, she could soar like she deserved, untouched by the cruel thorns that were cultivated by lowly rumors.

Already coming up beside you, Eula rested a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the balcony you seemed to stare so dreamily at.

“Why of course, my lady.”

Your heart exploded.

Each step felt like you were dragging weights, the thought of Eula’s hand resting on your lower back occupying your mind like how a dying man would only think about living.

Stepping out onto the pearl white balcony, golden railings lined the side, dulling compared to the cryo-visioned woman that stood beside you.

The night was cold, yet for some reason, you felt warm. An indescribable kind of warm, like you were home after venturing out for so long.

“[Name],” Eula dropped the formalities, a shiver running down your spine from the way your name rolled off her lips. Like an iceberg being flipped or a knight’s oath, the heat from the absent sun was nothing that could compare to this feeling. This feeling of love.

You glanced at her, surprised to see she was already staring at you. Staring, staring like you were the most magnificent painting in the world, staring like you were the only thing in the world, this cruel, cold world.

Her eyes. They were like dawn, the sun peeking through the once-dark sky. They looked like all of your dreams personified, everything and anything you’ve ever wanted laid inside those same irises and pupils.

“Yes?”

It was silent—so much so that you could hear the sound of crickets and the way nobles chattered in such an unsophisticated manner. Yet once again, with her, with her and her stardust eyes, her and her ocean blue hair,

Her. For it was all about her.

Studying you like a puzzle, Eula gently took your hands in hers, the chilling feeling of her gloved fingers wrapping around yours, interlacing so perfectly you swore, this galaxy, this era, this moment was made for just her.

They say a knight’s oath is one of the most honorable moments in a knight’s life.

Today, Eula’s oath to you was to love you unconditionally.

Can you see it? In those dawn-blessed eyes?

“Speak,”

“I love you.”

[theladyismyshepard]

37 kill for Daniela the red head, She kills one of the servents because of jealousy but the maiden is into it?? Maybe kinda nsfw

Sorry for the wait, my friend

I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me (NSFW)

TW: Violence

The sun was beating down on your back as you tended to the garden that you grew in the back courtyard. You had appealed to the Dimitrescus the benefits of planting your own vegetables and fruits and possibly the occasional pretty flower here or there. The Lady seemed uninterested in the thought altogether, making it clear that her mind was reserved for more stimulating subjects. Bela seemed halfhearted with her thoughtfulness, quickly zoning out. Cassandra had rolled her eyes and walked away after the word “garden”. Daniela was smiling though, her eyes glittery before she nodded along almost vehemently.

“I agree,” she said unabashed, ignoring her mother’s arched brow and Bela’s scoff. “Think of the ingredients we could grow ourselves instead of sending for delivery every other week.”

“Daniela, dear,” started Alcina, sighing almost exasperatedly, “Do you plan on going out and tending to this “garden”, hmm?”

You wanted to interject, it was the perfect moment to take responsibility for the care of the garden, and possibly even the grounds just to improve your worth around the castle. Yet, it required a lack in manners to interrupt a Lady when she’s speaking, and Alcina had a severe standard when it came to manners. And so you were forced to go with the smart move and bite your tongue as Daniela’s face dropped. That didn’t stop you from attempting to gain eye contact to give her a beseeching look.

“I’m sure we can find someone.” insisted Daniela, her eyes cutting to you before snapping back to her mother. “Someone very dependable,”

“I can do it,” you piped up, taking the opportunity, eyes dropping to the floor once Alcina’s gaze fell onto you.

“The question is will you,” drawled Alcina, eyes narrow as they looked you up and down. “As in, will I allow a human thing as yourself to control anything that is mine?”

You would have fell to your knees beneath the weight of the Lady’s attention had it not been for a certain redhead to stepped closer to you. You wanted to grab her hand, pull her close, wrap yourself around her for comfort, but you don’t. You never act on it, and she never dragged you to her bedroom cackling and giggling wildly as she did with other maids when she needed to get off. Though you were also the only one who didn’t emerge scarred and torn up.

“Of course, my Lady,” you conceded, bowing your head to show a sign of submission.

“Mother,” said Bela quietly, calmly interjecting, and waited until Alcina turned to address her. “I also think that a garden would be beneficial.”

Daniela had clapped happily when she realized her sister was aiding her in swaying their mother. Your eyes couldn’t settle between the three of the Dimitrescus. Alcina cocked her head to the side, adopting a fake look of thoughtfulness to cover how unimpressed she was.

“Oh, you do, darling?”

“Yes,” pressed Bela before her mother could continue on. “Imagine the access to ingredients for remedies to give the livestock. We could even grow foreign plants required for different potions!”

Fuck the fruits and vegetables, I guess.

And that was how the Lady was worn down and forced to give into her daughters desires. The garden didn’t necessarily consist of the produces that you originally planned for, but it got you out of the castle for extended points of time, and you weren’t complaining one bit. Castle Dimitrescu was a rather large estate, so there was plenty of room for the several varieties of roots, plants, and flowers that the Dimitrescus requested you take care of.

The heat of the sun had you pulling at the hem of your shirt to bring it up and wipe the sweat from your brow. The warm breeze hit you squarely on your exposed midsection, and you felt the dripping sweat drying grossly against your flesh. It felt as though eyes were upon you and when you let go of your shirt, ready to turn to check the windows of the castle, a person standing next to you nearly had you jumping out of your skin.

“Oh!” gasped the woman — a maid, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s alright,” you assured, breathless and attempting to return your heart rate back to normal. “What’re you doing out here?”

Being outside was a luxury that none of the other maids could afford, so you were confused as to how this maid, Elle, had managed to avoid the lingering eyes that were everywhere. Her eyes averted as a slight blush came to her cheeks, and that’s when you saw the glass of water in her hand and your brain put two and two together. Oh.

“It’s hot today,” said Elle nonchalantly, even shrugging. “I figured you might need this.”

“Thank you,” you replied earnestly, grabbing the glass and taking greedy sips before you handed it back. “I appreciate it.”

“Well, I can’t have you fainting and bringing attention to yourself, now can I?” joked Elle, smiling bashfully.

You could’ve sworn that eyes were upon you, and you even went as far as to turn and check the windows, and while you thought you saw one of the curtains shifting, it also could’ve been a trick on your eyes. You furrowed your brow but turned back to Elle, who was looking at you expectantly, and for what, you weren’t sure. You smiled warmly.

“Thank you again, Elle, but I don’t want to hold you up any longer than I have.” You warned, making a face to emphasize, and she nodded in disappointment but reached forward to squeeze your hand.

“Stay safe,” she said, the maids’ usual words of departure.

“Stay safe,”

Eyes were watching you, but you couldn’t see from where, and that was the most dangerous predator: the one who hides before striking, and there was one predator who always had her watchful eye on you. Daniela. You gulped at the thought of Daniela catching another maid outside just to talk to you... no one, not even you were allowed to bend any of the rules, not even once... not when you were so easily replaced. Hopefully if you just went back to attending to the garden (rather stiffly), you could pretend that nothing would be amiss when you went back inside.

***

There was tension hanging in the air, thick enough to choke, and it had your spine as straight as a rod as you trudged through the pristine castle with your overall dirtiness, your shoes abandoned at the door. It was oddly quiet, and when the maids spotted you, they turned away quick, eyes wide with fright. Every step you took towards any of them, the maids took about six or seven steps away from you. Castle Dimitrescu might’ve been weird, but that was a new one...

You gave up on making conversation and instead wandered off to find a clean uniform to change out of the more comfortable wear you wore to tend to the ingredients. There was the nagging feeling that something was off in the air... Where were the Lady’s daughters? Their signature cackles failed to echo off the walls, and it left an uneasy silence in its wake. Now that you thought about it, you weren’t running into Elle either as you wandered deeper into the castle and found the maids’ quarters.

You quickly changed and made yourself presentable for your next task, and then you were again walking through the silent halls as you made your way to the kitchen. There was no real warmth to the kitchen, not when the stove had gone untouched for as long as you had been there. It wasn’t your place to question things around there, but you couldn’t help but to ask questions when you stepped inside and there was a silver platter with the cover still hiding what was underneath. What had you puzzled was the note that simply read your name propped right up against the cover.

You craned your neck when you felt eyes upon you yet again, but nobody was there... you knew better though and that’s what had needles prickling your skin and a cold sweat to break out. All that was missing was the giggling, but this really seemed like one of Daniela’s games she enjoyed playing. You turned back to the platter, and reached for the handle of the lid. After a shaky moment of building yourself up, you ripped the cover off like a bandaid, and froze, arm still raised.

Placed neatly upon the silver platter was Elle’s severed head. Her eyes were closed, and for that, you were grateful... you were too ashamed to look her in the eye seeing as this was all your fault. As your breathing hollowed out, that was when you finally heard a deep chuckle, one that had you going rigid... this wasn’t the Daniela that you had gotten used to, but it was one you were aware she could possess. Was she directing it towards you? You dropped the lid with a clatter.

“I didn’t like her very much.” said Daniela simply, and you gulped. “She liked you too much.”

You couldn’t miss the edge in her voice on the word. You finally blinked (your eyes suddenly burned) and looked away from the platter to connect eyes with the redhead. She wasn’t smiling and that was never a good sign. You forced a smile, one that you were scared was too obviously false.

“I didn’t like her either.” You choked out, fully turning your body away.

“You didn’t?” asked Daniela, her voice suddenly small and seeking reassurance, and you were struggling to keep up with her complete 180.

“Daniela...” You couldn’t say what you really wanted to... She was just bringing me water! “Why does it really matter to you so much?”

“Because you are mine!” She snapped, and you frowned.

“Doesn’t every maid here belong to you?” You countered, though you had to admit, you have more leeway than others did.

“They belong to the family, but you, you are mine, darling.” purred Daniela, stalking forward very slowly until she was before you. “No one else can even look at you the way I do.”

“But the other maids that you’ve...” You cringed, unwilling to finish, but Daniela picked up on what you were trying to say.

“I feed from them and that is all... Getting them a little scared makes the blood just a bit sweeter.” chuckled Daniela, and you frowned yet again.

“I thought you-”

“Slept with them?” Daniela drawled, now it was her turn to frown at you. “As tempting as it was, I think there’s one delicacy that I’m saving my pallet for.”

Her eyes roamed over your body with no holds barred, and you weren’t sure how you felt about the shiver that tingled down your spine. The fact that there was a severed head behind you was kinda throwing you for a loop. Daniela had her index finger and her middle finger tiptoeing up your arm until she was gingerly holding the side of your neck with obvious care. You gazed into her eyes and you were thoroughly entranced by the red headed beauty that would kill for you.

“Do you love me?” You whispered, almost afraid that what you were asking was a stupid question. Daniela’s face softened.

“I absolutely adore you, my love,” cooed Daniela, pulling you into a searing kiss that had your heart stuttering in your chest, and when the need for air had you pulling back, she already had her eyes open and watching you. “No one can take you away from me.”

Any sane person would hear the threat for what it really was, but there was nothing sane about the feelings she evoked from you just by being near you, even with Elle’s head served up right beside you. There was something about her possessiveness that could make you either feel very secured, or somewhat aroused, and you could hardly think of anything else but the fingers scratching at the hair at the base of your neck.

“I doubt anyone would be capable of taking me away from you.” You mused, and it was true. Bless the soul who tried to free you from the clutches of Daniela.

“Hm,” she hummed, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as her eyes cut over every inch of your face. “Perhaps I should leave my mark for all to see?”

What surprised you the most was it seemed as though she was genuinely asking you. Her hand was still scratching the back of your neck, and her free hand reached up to rub soothing circles along your jugular with the pad of her thumb. Daniela’s compulsive attitude can lead her to doing whatever the hell she wanted without fear, but here she was, asking for your permission to drink from you. This redhead never failed to be full of surprises, and you found that you kinda liked that Daniela was so crazy for you.

“I belong to you,” You said quietly, unwilling to break the atmosphere that was enveloping the two of you, and you knew you said the right thing when her eyes shone with nothing but adoration and if you looked closer, love.

Daniela continued to cup the back of your neck with one hand, and used the other to hold you carefully by your shoulder, and she gently guided you to expose your throat just a bit more before she slowly bit into your throat. You gasped at the initial sting of your flesh giving way beneath the power of her teeth, but you allowed her to continue what she needed to do and permitted the subtle pull at your bloodstream. You felt the vibration of her own moan against your skin and it had you lightheaded.

“Daniela,” you groaned, feeling her teeth still inside of your skin with every syllable, and it also felt good when the hand on your shoulder rubbed down your arm and up your back.

“Does that feel good, darling?” pressed Daniela, unlatching just long enough to pull back and bat her eyelashes at you. “Do you love this as much as I do?”

Her tongue flattened against your bite mark, cleaning you of any trickling blood before she moved to the opposite side. She placed an open mouthed kiss there before she latched on once more, prompting your whole body to flinch within her grasp, but trust Daniela to hold on tight. It felt as though there would be a couple bruises by the time the next morning rolled around, but something told you that was a good thing to have within Castle Dimitrescu. It was like your own charm to ward off the evil that could lurk around the many hidden corridors.

You felt her pushing you back up against the table, and your foot brushed against the lid, causing it to scratch against the floor with an unflattering sound. The small of your back connected with the table, leaving you no more room to go backwards. Your hands flew to the edge as you used the table as support as Daniela basically leaned her full weight into you as she fed and marked you.

Your eyes flew open when she abruptly pulled away, her chin smeared with your blood and her eyes crazed with desire, but also soft with emotion and it was directed right at you. She never broke eye contact as she slowly dropped to her knees before you, and your breathing became irregular as she reached forward to push the end of your uniform up higher and higher until you had to shiver at how exposed you felt.

“Do you love me?” asked Daniela suddenly, bringing your wandering mind to a complete halt, and you looked down into her wide, almost innocent eyes as she stared earnestly up at you. “I never heard you say it to me.”

“I love you more than life itself,” You responded and you were surprised at just how honest it felt... You could die tomorrow and you’d have felt content enough to just allow it.

Daniela’s megawatt grin was so wide that you knew there was no way of it coming off anytime soon, not with the pure happiness radiating from it, and certainly not with the way it reached itself to her eyes. She giggled madly and soon it was the only indication of her because she disappeared beneath the skirt of your uniform and you jumped at the warm tongue that was persistent in searching your body. Your knuckles turned white as your grip on the table tightened and you lost yourself to the wetness of Daniela’s tongue on you, and you found that it was true...

No one could ever steal you away from the perfection that was Daniela. Not when she was the only one that could turn you on with a familiar severed head just inches away..