#and she goes silent for a minute and says ‘you’re so pure…’

[kawoala]

I saw you wanted requests, went "I have so many!!", opened ask box.... brain goes blank. Basic ass rq incoming. College au perhaps? Tsukishima Kei who is nicer to you than most people but that still seems like he barely tolerates you. One day you overhear him (how? Girl idk <3) telling his friend(s) that he does wanna ask you out but he doesn't really know you or wtv and he thinks it's just friendly talk between you. Then you have to figure out what to do with this because omggggggg. I just love accidental confessions, I believe in you

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 cinnamon roll word count ; (919) content warning ; (accidental confessions, study buddies, flustered tsukishima, best friend! yamaguchi)

Tsukishima Kei is an enigma of a man. He walks around the campus, wearing those stupid, muted blue headphones, eyes dead set on his destination. He doesn’t talk to anybody, doesn’t stop for the dozens of people searching for signatures for baby seals, doesn’t even acknowledge that other people also attend this university.

And then he gets to his Art History class and all of that nonchalant aura is washed away by the carefree smile on your face. He even smiles back at you.

“Hi, Tsukki!” You greet through a mouthful of food, moving your things from the seat designated for him. He sits down and you push a pink box towards him, wiggling your brows. “How’s your morning been? I brought an extra cinnamon roll just in case it was bad. But I also brought it ‘cause you’re my favorite person in the world.”

He looks at the box suspiciously, eyes narrowed, then looks up at you. You almost start to sweat under his gaze. Finally, he shakes his head and takes the box. “You forgot to do the homework, huh?”

You jut your bottom lip out, putting your chin in your hand, elbow on the desk. “You didn’t have to say it like that,” you pout. You pause, then let your head drop down to the desk with a groan. “I had a really busy night, I swear. I had work and then my roommate wanted to— okay, that’s not the point.” You look back up at him and give him your best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Please give me the homework, Tsukki. I’m dangerously close to failing this class.”

You know and Tsukishima knows that ‘dangerously close to failing’ means that you’ve gotten one grade below a ninety percent and you definitely freaked out over it.

“Mhm, I’m sure.” He rolls his eyes, but pulls his laptop out to pull up the necessary items that you need for the homework. “You know, you could just ask me for help, rather than copying off of me all the time.” He turns the laptop towards you, answers pulled up on the screen.

You perk up at this, homework already long forgotten. Leaning towards him, you smile widely. “Are you serious, Tsukki? You’d be saving my life, probably.”

“Not your life, but your education, for sure.” 

Later that night, as you’re getting ready to meet Tsukishima at the library, you can’t help the buzz of excitement that runs along your skin. You don’t know why, but you’ve always felt a pull towards him. As soon as he sat down next to you on that first day of class, you knew he wasn’t just going to be that blonde kid from your Art History class.

Thankfully, the library isn’t too far from your dorm. It takes less than five minutes to get there. When you walk in, you’re as quiet as possible. You realized a long time ago that college kids and libraries don’t mix, so you try to go easy on the probably overworked librarians.

Today, Sheila is working. She gives you a smile and points to a corner of the library, where you see a blonde head of hair. He’s not facing towards you, so when the bright idea of scaring him pops into your head, you smile wickedly.

As you tiptoe towards him, you can hear him talking. His phone is up to his ear. Who makes a phone call in a dead silent library?

“No shit, Tadashi. Have you seen her ex-boyfriends? They’re, like, pure muscle. And they’re all tall.” He pauses, then scoffs. “Yeah, I know I’m tall. No, that’s not the point. I just—” he cuts himself off with a sigh. “I’m an asshole, right? Don’t answer that. I just mean that I’m not her type.”

You tilt your head curiously. You wonder who he’s talking about— you hope he’s talking about you. A knot of jealousy festers in your stomach.  Your smile falls and you take a step back. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Yeah, she’s on her way right now. No, Tadashi, I’m not going to ask her out. Why? Because I don’t have a humiliation kink, that’s why.”

You blink a couple times. You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up, spilling out of your mouth involuntarily. You smack a hand over your mouth just as Tsukishima whips his head around to look at you.

For a long, drawn out moment, you’re quiet.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Um, long enough?” You provide, shrugging with a smile. “I didn’t know the Tsukishima Kei could have a crush on someone.”

You can see his face get red. “That’s— I just— You’re—”

“Oh my goodness, relax,” you giggle out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I like you too. And, if you were to ask me out, I might just say yes.”

“I hate you.” He turns around and puts his head in his hands, groaning.

You skip around the table and sit across from him. “You like me. You like me so much it makes you dumb. You like me so much that you told your best friend.” You laugh again and lean forward, trying to catch his eyes. “Do you wanna go out with me, Tsukishima?”

His eyes dart to yours, brows furrowing. “You can’t ask me that. I’m supposed to ask you that.”

[slut4sugu]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐂𝐒 (𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.)

a/n: im back my loves! I’ve been rewatching criminal minds and omg I love how soft Spencer is he’s just adorable bro. Also JJ with bangs? (She can get it too honestly) Mentions; of sub!spencer, dry humping, cunnilingus, sweet but nasty Spence <33

isn’t the best with explaining his feelings for you not in a nerdy way but is a poet when it comes to words of affirmation; ever time Spencer sees you look so beautiful, so ethereal he just randomly pouts out a poem that can barely come close to describe the amount of love he has for you in that moment <33

I’m a strong believer in the fact that Reid has a little decor around his apartment for when Halloween rolls around; and is beyond happy when he comes home from a case to find that you’ve went a the extra mile and decorating it a bit more for him <33

Memorizes your cafe orders; so on his off days he’ll wake up before you to surprise you with a muffin and your favorite tea/coffee

is usually the big spoon in bed; however if he’s had a challenging week he’ll just silently curl into your side pressing kisses to you neck as he murmurs a “thank you love.”

whines into kisses & grinds his hips into yours while doing so; Spence is weak for you that much is certain. Your voice is as smooth as silk and your touch never fails to ignite a fire on his skin. But your kisses are pure aphrodisiac, you effortlessly pull moans from him like it’s nothing. “You’re so cute Spence, so you want me to touch you?” “Please angel.”

cannot leave without his goodbye kiss and an I love you; one time you decided to mess with him and kiss him goodbye without saying I love you. After not hearing you say it back he poked his head back in your shared bedroom and loooked at you confused. “I love you?” “Mhm, have a good day sweetheart.” Now he’s pouting, “..did I do something wrong?” Now you have to pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him multiple times so he can leave.

whenever he’s gone for a couple days for a particular hard case he’ll send you flowers, and sends you text messages; to check the new book you’ve read. Which leads you to find a sweet love letter. Promising his safe return and that he’ll make up for lost time <33

loves baking and cooking with you; know we all know Spencer can’t cook worth a damn, so his job in the kitchen is maintaining the mess you tend to create while making brownies and ofc pressing kisses to your shoulder as you mix the batter

eats you out slowly when he’s sleepy but horny; it’s so hot but so agonizingly slow. Even the way his tongue flicks against your clit feels slow, once he hears your begs and whines he’ll speed up a bit. Slowly starting to get more into it than you are, pulling you by your thighs to get close to his tongue. Lapping up your cunt is an art form to Spence, and all art deserves to be appreciated <33

tells Garcia and Morgan about you; he intends not to rant but once he pictures your sweet smile in his head he’s a goner. Now he talking about your mannerisms and how you always cover your smile with your hand because your self conicous about it, but he finds your smile so beautiful..

when he gets jealous he pouts slightly; he manages it relatively well but the initial time a guy looks at you too long or has that look on his face, Spence does that little confused pouty thing slightly before making it clear your happily taken.

Spence is HELLA touchy; cannot go 2 minutes without touching you. In the car? Hand on your thigh, sitting on the couch together? Your thighs gotta be on his lap. One way or the other

Happily spends his money on you; spence absolutely loves spoiling you, and every anniversary he makes a habit of buying you a dress. Not overly pricey but just enough in the 200-300 range. each anniversary he goes a little bit higher and higher or if you found a dress you really like hell buy you jewelry. But once you guys hit one year? He goes all out <33

uses your lotions and shampoo on occasion; being away from you for hours on end can be tough at some times so Spencer makes a habit of buying smaller samples of your vanilla or strawberry scented products. Smell of sweet candy and cookies like helps ease his mind when he’s away at work.

Honorable mentions

princess twirl/hugs when he comes back from a long case

loves going on library dates with you

says I love you every time before doing down on you <33

[madridfangirl]

But what if?

(Plot: Jude's girlfriend mentioned a threesome as her fantasy during a couple intimacy quiz. He goes mad, loses his shit, and she makes up to him, in more ways than one.)

1.5k words. Mature language.

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After a rambunctious session on the couch, Ananya laid in Jude’s arms. Exhausted. Like she’d fall apart if even a feather touched her right now.

Jude surveyed her spent form, with a half-satisfied and half-guilty look. Her body bore the signs of his emotional upheaval, more than usual this time. She was still panting a bit, still sweaty, despite him cleaning her as gently as he could.

Both were silent for different reasons. She was trying to regain coherence while he was partly lost in his head.

A few minutes later, she recovered enough to open her eyes and saw his faraway look. Her fingers traced his cheek softly, bringing him back.

‘Hey.’

She smiled lazily at him. Stretching her arms & legs tentatively & sighing at the soreness. His observant eyes watching every move.

‘Sorry.’

She snuggled closer, while continuing to smile knowingly.

‘Liar, you like making a mess of me.’

He did. A lot. It was a reminder of their passionate bouts. He liked her having to use make-up or dress smartly to hide his marks. Or walk funnily a bit. But just a bit. Not too much. Never too much. 

The sincerity & turmoil in his eyes tugged at her heart. She leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

‘Baby, I’m ok. More than ok actually. Really, don’t worry about it.’

He nodded. But didn’t kiss her back like he usually would have, something she noticed. Plus he was still avoiding her eyes.

She understood he was still not over the threesome comment. In hindsight, it was monumentally stupid of her to even mention it. Especially when it wasn’t so much a fantasy but a random idea she had thought of, just once or twice. For someone so measured with her thoughts & her words, who was supposed to be the smart one, she acted like a complete idiot here & made a royal mess of things. Jude would take it badly, it should have been clear as day to her!

But the damage was done, and she’d do whatever it takes to show him it didn’t mean anything.

Ananya held his cheek and turned him slowly to face her, gazing straight into the deep bottomless pool that were his eyes. 

‘I love you. So much. More than I can explain. You know that, right?’

He didn’t say anything, which turned her more desperate to get through to him.

‘Oh Jude. Have you ever felt anything else but absolute loyalty from me? You’re everything, honey. More than that. You’re so good to me. Just the best boyfriend, hands down. Pls don’t let one stupid mistake play on your mind.’

‘But you don’t make mistakes, not really. You say what’s in your heart, what you really, truly mean.’

And therein lied the problem. Jude always put her on a pedestal - to say the right thing, to do the right thing, to handle things the right way. To him, she was the personification of all things good, pure & real in the world. Something like this coming from her was more than a low-blow or a bodyblow. It nearly shattered him.

‘Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone. Some lesser than the others but no one is flawless. Today was my turn to fuck up. And man did I fuck up.’

‘You really did.’

‘I know. And I’m so so sorry.’

He didn’t acknowledge the apology, not because he wanted to tease her or get something in return (that would have been so much easier), but because he was still stuck on something. She could see that clearly.

‘Do you…think about this….when we….when we are…’

She cupped his face with both hands, mustering all her love in her voice.

‘Jude - I am barely coherent when we are together. When you touch me like that. Can’t think of my own address, how would I think of anyone or anything else?’

Now this assuaged him immediately. Because he knew this to be true. Once they were together in her room, indulging in each other, when Roma had walked in. Their door was unlocked, she heard her walk into the apartment but forgot her name and Jude had to prompt to understand what she was mumbling. So far gone was she with him so perfectly seated inside her. Later, she had begged Jude to never mention it to Roma, else her best friend here would get offended. Ananya had also added that if he does mention it, she’d flat out deny & call him a liar. Her word against his.

The hint of smile on his face was all the wiggle room she needed.

Ananya leaned closer, relishing his breath on her face, and covered his lips with hers. A soft, slow, lingering kiss, which he grew into, finally relaxing into her mouth.

‘My prince.’

When they parted, she rubbed her cheek against his, just the way he liked. Jude relaxed further.

‘It’s just that….the image…of that….can’t get it out of my head.’

She saw that coming.

‘I can help with that.’

‘How?’

‘How about a different image?’

He looked at her, confused, mouth partly open. So cute & adorable like that. She traced his plump lips with her fingers lovingly, slowly, then tapped on them.

‘What if instead of another guy, there’s another girl…’

Jude’s mouth fell open in real time. She could barely suppress her smile at how well she had predicted this. 

‘…another girl, touching me like that, our bodies squished together, naked…..’

It was his turn to pant & sweat now, with that deliciously open mouth. His hot breath fanning her face.

‘…but you can’t touch either of us…’

Jude felt like someone was murdering him & reviving him simultaneously. He was speechless, not even a half-sound out of him, just staring at her gobsmacked.

‘…you can watch though. As we, you know, do stuff. How’s that for an image?’

He was still silent. That sinful tongue of his had made an appearance between his lips, as he tried to process that, mouth still hung open.

She felt particularly playful, strangely powerful in that moment. Ananya leaned in and slowly touched his tongue with hers, then tugged on it lightly with her teeth, quickly breaking away.

That brought him back to reality.

He looked in awe at his girlfriend, who was slowly batting her eyes at him, cheeks flushed, a picture of innocence and demureness. If he hadn’t heard this himself, he would never believe she was capable of saying such things. Or thinking such things.

But the sly smile was giving her away. Fully aware of what she was doing to him.

‘Not such a good girl anymore, are you?’

Oh she was. 100%. Compared to him & everything he had done, she was a saint. But the playfulness from earlier was still brimming in her.

‘Never said I was. You just thought of me as one.’

‘You little vixen.’

Jude looked her up & down. And debated in his head how feasible it would be to show her right now who was in charge. She may have cracked a few levels of this game but Jude was the absolute undisputed king of this dynamic, something he would never let her forget. Something that she needed to be reminded of. Against a wall maybe. 

But unfortunately, she was in no state for such a teaching right now. Jude wasn’t going to miss the chance to make his point though.

He locked his eyes with her, then inserted two of his fingers into her mouth. She was surprised, but slowly got used to the intrusion, and swirled her tongue around them, making him groan gutturally, like a wounded animal.

He grabbed her face, fingers digging into her soft skin. But his voice was calm, even. 

‘Sweet girl, I’m gonna ruin you. I’ll take everything from you. Everything that a man can take from a woman. And you’re gonna want to give it to me. Heck you’re gonna beg. I’ll make you.’

She suddenly felt hot & bothered, like her skin was on fire, making her whimper as his grip tightened further.

‘No man will ever see you like that. Touch you like that. I won’t let them. No one but me. NO ONE. Is that clear?’

‘Yes.’

‘See - I know how to turn you into a good girl. Just like that.’

She wanted to push him away for that patronising tone but somehow it just made her feel even more hot.

‘You can play all you want. Till I let you. Coz when I take my turn, doll, you have no idea the things we’ll do. The things I’ll do to you. This sweet little mind of yours can’t even imagine what all I have planned for us.’

With that, he picked her up slowly, minding her cramps & soreness, and carried her to his bedroom. She clung to him, hiding in his neck to cover her fluster, while all the previous irritation in him was replaced with the thrill of this game he had just discovered her to be capable of.

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Continuation of Couple Intimacy Quiz and Intimacy Quiz gone Awry. Can be read separately as well.

As always, let me know what you thought of it :)

[inkdrinkerworld]

Talk Too Much

Pairing: Remus Lupin x loud but shy!reader

Cw: college!au, fluff, kind of friends to lovers, obliviousness by Remus for a while, drinking (mentioned), smoking (cigarettes), I think that’s it

Wc: 2.2k

You’re a loudmouth. Through and through. Of all your friends, you honestly think you and James would be the ones to never shut up or run out of words.

That is until Remus transfers into the school and infiltrates your friend group and suddenly you find the words can run out.

It’s not on purpose.

It seems to take you over purely by coincidence- the way your throat gets dry and your tongue seems too heavy to form the words you want to get out when Remus seems to be paying attention to only you. His gaze isn’t unwelcome- that’s the entire problem.

You like the feeling of being what he looks at, but it feels too good, too natural.

His honey eyes that are just lightly flecked with green, and his sharp jawline that’s adorned with silvery scar tissue that somehow makes him even more handsome.

He’s also always got a cigarette to fiddle with.

You’ve only seen him smoke twice, and had been mesmerised by the way his cheeks hollow and how he blows the smoke out and it seems to curl around him like it’s unable to obey his exhales in the opposite direction.

He reminds you in a way of Charlie Dalton and Stephen Meeks.

Fctional characters who Remus seems to emulate in his confidence (from Charlie) and a sort of confidence that’s self-assured yet mild at the same time (a mix of the two) and that in itself makes you fall a little more for him.

It’s overwhelming- this attraction to him. It confuses you and has you tripping over words in your head, far less for if you voiced them and all that was heard were clunky excuses for sentences.

What makes your sudden bouts of silence obvious is the fact that your friends have caught onto you.

It’s not like it’s exceptionally hard to decipher either- you’re not really good at being subtle.

You suspect James and Sirius are taking bets on when it’ll all be too obvious for everyone to walk around it and you desperately hope that it takes months while simultaneously hoping it takes only weeks.

Remus notices the way your body freezes when you realise you’ve caught his attention in your storytelling. In his mind, it’s because you don’t like him.

The way you shrink down and suddenly go silent the moment his eyes set upon you, the way you remain quiet even though he sees the way the corners of your mouth twitch with something to say.

He thinks he’s put you off somehow, especially when the second he’s gone a little ways away to get a drink or get his lunch, you seem to perk right back up and dive into storytelling once more.

It bothers him so much he asks Sirius about it- a mistake in itself, because Sirius only pokes fun at his friend.

“If you can’t realise why she goes silent the moment you stare at her Lupin, I can’t help you.” Sirius walks off leaving Remus even more perplexed, moreso when he hears Sirius says, “How’s he so thick for someone doing so many higher classes?”

It bewilders Remus for weeks, your always sudden vows of silence and then your equally sudden broken vows.

You’re all at a house party when it comes to an almost end.

You’re dressed pretty like always, a skirt that hugs all the places Remus longs to touch and a top that shows a sliver of your stomach and Remus catches a glimpse of jewellery hanging in your navel.

Your ears have a pair of hanging bat earrings, and your necklace is your standard one- he’s sure he’s never seen you without it.

You’re smiling and laughing with Marlene and Mary as you walk in. Remus wants to figure out why you dislike him so, he desperately wants to change your sour opinion of him. He’s going to at least try to do so tonight, if you can stomach looking at him.

“C’mon losers,” James’ loud voice is unmistakable, “We’re playing seven minutes in heaven.”

Remus is only approaching when he hears your teasing,

“Are we taking a blast back to Year 9 Jamie?”

James nods, “Yeah we are, and would you look at that you and Lupin are up first.” You’re sure there’s an evil little grin on James’ face when you look up and find Remus standing there in his soft brown sweater and jeans.

You can smell a little of the cigarette he’d smoked before coming in, but mostly you smell his citrus, pepper and amber cologne.

It’s heady and you swear your brain gets a little drunk on it.

“Get going you two,” Sirius teases and you sigh standing.

Remus’ mind is reeling, wondering how he’s going to get back at Sirius and James and the rest of your friends that he knows are in on this too.

Out of ear shot of your friends as you both go to the nearest room, Remus says lowly, “You don’t have to come in. I’ll just tell them we talked.”

You look up at him, eyes wide and Remus takes your surprise as a moment to admire you up close. He counts three beauty marks near your right eye, another on your neck just under your chin, and one on your nose. He’s distracted by you for a good long while that he doesn’t register you’ve spoken till he sees you walk into the room and gesture for him to follow.

It’s tense, a silence neither of you are sure how to break.

You think Remus is the most gorgeous man to be placed on the Earth, and Remus thinks you find him repulsive.

You watch Remus climb onto the bed, his long legs crossed at the ankles as his back presses against the headboard.

His casualness makes him look even more attractive and while you’re aware that you’re staring at him, you can’t make yourself stop.

‘Now or never,’ he thinks to himself before asking, “Have I offended you somehow?”

There it is, laid open and bare. The question hangs in the air, like the most tantalising yet foreign fruit you’ve ever seen.

“No?” It comes out like a question. One Remus takes as a chance to explain.

“It’s just that you’re always talking or telling a story with the others, and as soon as I’m near earshot you go silent and you can’t meet my eyes. So I’ve been thinking that maybe I’ve offended you, and I just wanted to say sorry for if I did- directly or indirectly.”

Remus’ attractiveness has been upped by a thousand- you’re sure all the love deities are having a laugh at your hopelessness.

You can’t meet his eyes now, even as you sit on the bed, so close to him that your biceps brush each other’s. “You haven’t offended me.”

Your voice is much softer than he’s ever heard it. Remus thinks this must be the softest you’ve ever spoken in your whole life.

“I haven’t?” he asks and you shake your head. Hazarding a glance at him, you find Remus leaning his shoulder down, his chin tucked as his eyes roam your frame.

“N-no,” your stutter gives you away slowly. “You’re just different from the others.” It’s not a clearer explanation, but the gears are turning in Remus’ head all the same and you can tell.

“Different how?” Remus doesn’t want to assume anything and that’s what causes the gears to come to a screeching halt.

You sigh, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. Remus has never seen you this unsure. Everything you do is with confidence and ease, like you were just made to walk, talk and move the way that you do. Like it was as easy as breathing.

Maybe it’s the way you take your time to consider your words, or the way you fiddle with your clothes or even the way your breathing changes as he leans just a bit closer that makes Remus smile a little.

“Will you look at me for a second, darling gwerthfawr?” The softness of his tone and the way his accent changes to something a little more melodic makes you more jelly-like than you usually are in his presence.

“Hm?” you hum and Remus smirks. Silvery slithers of scar tissue moving with his mouth and making him look wicked in a way that has you falling a little more in love with him.

“Why don’t you like looking or speaking to me?”

Remus doesn’t let you turn away, doesn’t let you tuck your cheek to your shoulder as you deliberate what you want to say. No, instead, the menace holds your chin and stares at you, holding your gaze and making your brain cloud even more as his cologne and attention wash over you.

“I like looking at you,” you admit shyly, the confession coming from your lips with hesitation. Like Remus will be repulsed by the fact that you like looking at him. “But you make me nervous.”

The words are suspended in the quiet of the room. All there is the muffled sounds of the party going on in the living room, and then yours and Remus’ breathing.

“I make you nervous?”

Sirius and James burst through the door, wide smiles that turn into shocked smirks at your positions.

“Well love birds, sorry but your seven minutes are up.” Remus staggers in letting your chin go, but when his fingers slacken, you leave the room, belly in knots in the almost wordy confession.

“So, how’d that go?” James asks him as you bend the corner- he’s sure that Lily and the other girls will be doing the same with you.

Remus flops on the bed, “Nothing that concerns you two gits.” His mind is racing with possibilities of finishing this conversation.

Sirius boos, “After all that planning to get you two in here and snogging each other’s faces off, that’s the thanks we get?” Walking out with James who’s shaking his head.

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“But you make me nervous,” repeats in his head for days. He’s not dense by a mile, but Remus has a hard time figuring out what about him makes you nervous.

Sure he’s tall and a little serious, but he’s not as intimidating as he’d first thought Sirius was. Remus doesn’t want to turn to his friends, sure they’d tease him endlessly for being ‘thick,’ and then more than likely tell you and that would just make you even more nervous to look or speak to him at the very least.

What Remus does do, is consult the best person he knows that will give him impartial advice; books.

There’s always a book for any occasion, so he delves deep. Behavioural analysis books, books on people with social anxiety (which he doesn’t think you have because it’s just him that gets the selective mutism) and even at the end of it, he turns to romance novels. Something must stand out.

It comes to a head when Remus comes to the library when you’re busy typing away at your essay. You feel the presence, the warmth of his pepper and amber cologne as he pulls the seat out beside you.

Remus doesn’t say a word as he sits down. Instead, he pulls out his laptop and begins typing at the same essay prompt you’re working on.

You’re hyper aware of everything he’s doing- every breath, every sigh, every harsh backspace and enter.

Remus doesn’t seem to be half as affected as you are and it has you whispering, “What are you doing here, Remus?”

He hums, tapping his forefinger near the touchpad. He finishes his sentence and then turns to you. “Working on that essay due tomorrow.”

You frown, lips pulled downwards as you think of your next words. “You know what I mean, why are you sitting beside me?”

Remus sighs, head hanging off the back of the chair. “I want you to not be nervous around me anymore. I also want to know why I make you nervous.”

You swallow, mouth suddenly dry.

Remus turns to look at you and the amber lighting of the library makes his skin look sunkissed and supple. His honey and sage eyes blink owlishly at you, no sign of rushing you along for an answer.

That was something you had learnt while silently watching Remus. He’s always actually listening- not just listening to respond.

“Because,” you start, eyes darting all over his face in search of any insecurity in it. “You always seem so hyper focused on what it is I’m going to say next and it flusters me.”

Remus’ face morphs into a smile, his lazy expression from before melting away as his eyes warm to your embarrassed whisper.

“So it’s not dislike?” He asks, hands itching to tip your chin up like he had the other night.

“Are you going to make me say it out loud?”

“Poor girl,” he feels much more confident now. Now that he knows for sure that you don’t hate him and that you might actually like him as much as he likes you, he can be a little more flirty.

His hand reaches for your wrist, thumb running back and forth around your pulse.

You scowl, more than a little bashful to have exposed your feelings to Remus. He doesn’t mind.

No, Remus feels over the moon. Enough so that his hand moves from your wrist and his forefinger hooks under your chin so you’re making eye contact again.

“I like you too. Just as much,” it’s his turn for a whispered confession and you hope to all hell that he can’t feel the thundering of your pulse. “Maybe more.”

You feel your body buzz under his attention. Remus leans in closer, “Let me take you out after this? We can go somewhere quiet and have a proper ‘first’ conversation.”

[desceros]

For infinite singularity, I was wondering, after Donnie takes reader out of the office through the portal…

What happens to the..crime scene and our psycho coworker? Especially what did the rest of the brothers do?

(Btw love ur work, ur a total inspiration! ✨💞drink water, steal sum sustenance, take care of yourself 💗)

As soon as you and Donnie are through the portal, Leo gets to work. 

Mikey’s in charge of keeping your coworker from doing anything stupid. A task he enjoys greatly, as it means he gets to sit and giggle on the guy’s chest and pretend he can’t hear him wheezing for breath where Donnie nearly choked him. Meanwhile, Raph is sent off to take care of getting the power back on. He’s no Donnie with tech and never will be, but he’s getting decent at stuff like this. They don’t need it, but it’ll make it easier when the cops finally show up to wipe up the mess.

“So, what exactly was the plan here, huh?” Leo asks your coworker. “You get kicks out of roughing up pretty girls?”

“She’s not some random girl. She’s my soulmate,” your coworker spits, vile descriptions of the things he planned on doing to you cut off when Leo gets a foot on the clown’s broken forearm. 

“Wow, that’s so weird. Here I thought she was my brother’s soulmate,” Leo says, waving his hand in the air and watching the rage purple your coworker’s face. “What with the whole can’t stand to be apart and gazing sappily into each other’s eyes thing they have going on.”

“My pure little dove wouldn’t fuck a monster. He’s forcing her.”

“Buddy, I can promise you, first hand account, she did. Also, kind of ironic considering I’m pretty sure you got caught with your hand in one hell of a cookie jar, don’t you think?”

Raph comes back. “Power’s on,” he says, his word the only indication that’s the case since he left the lights off. Better for them, just in case. 

“Good job. One last thing,” Leo says, putting more of his weight on your coworker’s arm and feeling the bones splinter beneath his heel. “What’s TCRI doing sending out hit squads? Last I checked, business wasn’t supposed to be this cut-throat.”

Between heaving breaths of agony, your coworker groans in wretched agony before he just starts to laugh and laugh and laugh. “You’re a funny guy.”

“Right? Everyone keeps saying it’s my brother, but man, I’m telling you, my lines are killer,” Leo says, a grin that’s all teeth slashing onto his face as he grinds his heel into shattered bone. 

“He ain’t gonna talk,” Raph says after a minute more of your coworker just laughing each time he stops gritting his teeth in pain. 

“I can make him do it,” Mikey says cheerfully, a smile that doesn’t match his eyes pulling into place. 

“…Raph’s right. We’re not going to get anything out of him,” Leo says, pulling his foot off your coworker’s arm. “Knock him out and call it in.”

“I’ll find her again,” your coworker grits through his teeth. “She’ll never be able to hide from me. I’ll haunt her forever. Even if it’s like this, it’ll only ever be me she thinks about. Forever and ever and—”

“Ohh, my god, shut up,” Mikey groans, and with a thwack, your coworker goes silent. He then looks up at Leo, tilting his head. “…I didn’t know you believed in soulmates, too, Leo!”

“…Of course I don’t,” Leo brushes off, turning to inspect the security camera, putting his shell to his brother’s gaze.

“Cops’re on the way,” Raph says, and the two watch as Mikey gets your coworker trussed like a turkey. 

“We’ll have Donnie send them the security footage. Doesn’t look like he tampered with the cameras,” Leo says. Cutting a portal, he jerks his head. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Reappearing in the lair, Leo pulls up his phone.

neon leon (6:11 p.m.) hey hermano. everything okay over there? how she doing

neon leon (6:12 p.m.) bud? you good?

neon leon (6:15 p.m.) nerd says whaaaat

Narrowing his eyes, Leo starts to tap out the next message—dude if you don’t answer in two minutes i’m coming over and—before he freezes in place, thinks for a moment, then groans in disgust. 

“Did you get a hold of Donnie?” Raph asks, tilting his head in confusion when Leo brushes past with a wrinkled beak.

“Let’s give ‘em an hour then try again. Fuckin’ rabbits.”

“…Rabbits?”

Mikey pets Raph’s shell consolingly. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Wh—B—I’m the oldest?!”

[darksigns-exe]

and suddenly, i had a valentine - nicholas ruffilo x laurie (ofc)

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 2.2k

note: for @deathblacksmoke who wanted to our boy Nicholas Ryan to be taken out on a cute date <3

set immediately before remember where we started out

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The call of his name makes Noah perk up. Laurie calls for him again, and this time his body actually kicks into action. He closes the lids of his and Laurie’s water bottles before taking hers with him. 

“Where?” He calls through the mostly silent house. 

“Bedroom.” The reply comes seconds later. 

He climbs the stairs two at a time, maybe a little too eager. 

Noah finds her in front of the mirror, bending to try and reach the zip of her dress. 

“Oh.” He can’t stop the sound from leaving his lips. 

“Like it?”

He places her bottle on the little dresser next to the door before he steps up behind her. 

It’s a tight little number, soft fabric that clings to her body perfectly. 

“You’re gorgeous. This is— I like it a lot.” He stumbles around the words, as if he hadn’t buried his face between her thighs just hours earlier. 

“I’m taking Nicky out on a little date. Thought I’d dress up a little.”

There’s a pang of disappointment in his chest. It dissipates before it gets to form fully, though. 

“Oh, he’ll love it.”

“You think? It’s not too much?”

Noah shakes his head, “I bet he’s gonna do that thing where he gets all flustered and looks like a fish out of water for a moment. You know what I mean.” 

He mimics the expression perfectly. Wide eyes and stilted breathing included. 

Noah wraps his arms around her middle, so that he can rest his chin on her shoulder. 

“He’s gonna love it. Where are you going?”

“That new place that does the Neapolitan pizza. We can all go together sometime if you want?” Laurie fixes him in the mirror. 

“I’d love that.” He presses a soft little kiss to the side of her jaw, “But tonight is not about me. So you go and treat our boy right. I think he’s starting to run tracks into the carpet. Jerry’s getting annoyed with him pacing around like that.”

“Gotta zip me up first.” She says then, “Can’t reach it.”

Noah does as she asks, one gentle hand placed on her waist while he drags the zip up the length of her side. 

“Thank you, dear.” Laurie says with the softest little smile.

He stays and watches while she puts on her perfume and what he assumes to be lipstick. It’s not as colourful as her usual one is, but it makes her look so very kissable. He’s almost tempted to steal a kiss from her before she goes down to wrap her arm around Nicks. But Noah knows that she’ll scold him for messing up the colour, and so he settles for a chaste kiss against her cheek. 

He stays up on the landing, quietly watching Laurie descend the stairs and calling for Nick. He does exactly what Noah had prophesied a few minutes earlier. Noah forces the bitter sting of jealousy back down his throat as he watches Nick gaze at her so lovingly. Nick gives him the same attention, looks at him with that same soft look on his face, but at that moment Noah wants to worm his way between them so desperately. They deserve the night out, though. Nick’s been working a lot and hasn’t had nearly as much time with her as Noah had. They deserve this. 

The two are out of the door a moment later. Nick calls a Bye Noah over his shoulder as they leave. He waves when Laurie turns back to blow a little kiss his way. 

It’s not like they never go out. 

Even when it’s already been a few years since they became a couple, Nick had always made sure that they went out regularly. Sure, Laurie had initiated date nights too. But something about her asking him out like this – flowers included – had made his heart leap with that feeling of falling in love with her again. She’d come by the shop while he’d been locking up. That itself hadn’t been unusual. Laurie would usually come around when they were both working late so that they could head home together. Especially after they’d moved out of her little apartment. 

That day she’d come with flowers and a pair of jam filled donuts somewhat reflecting one of their first dates. 

To see her now all dressed up, wrapped into a pretty satin dress, fills his head with even more fuzz. Sometimes, he can’t quite believe that he gets to call his woman his girlfriend. He does feel a little bad for Noah, although the younger has made it very clear that he’ll be fine. Nick, above all else, wants both of his loves to be happy. 

Tonight is all about them, though. 

Laurie has been surprisingly secretive about her plans for the evening. He knows that it’s usually so very hard for her to keep secrets from either of them. She’s a horrible liar, and watching her trying to dodge questions about presents is an absolute delight. 

He feels horribly underdressed next to her. Somehow this woman manages to look incredible in everything she wears, but when she gets all dressed up like this she’s entirely out of his league. 

“Take a left here.” 

She still hasn’t told him where they’re going, which is a little impractical when he’s the one driving. 

“Park where you can, we can walk the rest of the way. It’s not far.”

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll see when we get there. I can’t drive you there, so I’ll have to be secretive about it.” She says with a little giggle, “Won’t have to wait long.”

Laurie drops her hand to his thigh, giving it a gentle, comforting squeeze. 

She holds his hand while they walk to wherever she is taking him. Laurie was right, it’s only a short walk until the red and white striped canopy comes into view. They’d talked about this place before, made plans to go some time, but never really got around to it. 

“You got a table?” he asks, trying to hide the excited edge in his voice. 

Laurie squeezes his hand, “Of course. Thought I’d give some of what you do for me – us – back. Treat you as nice as you always treat me.” 

And she does. Nick feels flustered and on edge with nerves from the moment she holds the door open for him. He’s done it for her so very often, and to suddenly be at the centre of her attention is very new. Laurie’s always been so very sweet and caring with him, but this is new. Her hand presses against the small of his back, mirroring the way he would guide her when they enter a location. And it makes him feel so fuzzy and warm inside. 

They’re seated in a comfy little corner, shielded from most of the commotion. The waiter lights the candles set between them on the table, casting Laurie in gorgeous, warm light. It reflects of her hair, the soft skin of her cheeks. 

Miles out of my league, he thinks. 

Sometimes, he can hardly believe that he gets to call Laurie his – let alone her and Noah. 

Her hand curls around his, manicured nails tracing across his skin just barely. 

“Nicky?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand just so gently.

Nick shakes himself back into focus. 

“What’s on your mind, dear? You look lost in thought.” 

He turns their joined hands over, allowing him to see the little sweetheart tattoo with his initials in the centre of it. They’d been together for a little over a year when it had come up as a joke. A week later, when Laurie had come to pick him up from the studio, he’d shown her sketches he’d made. 

“I think I could fit a second one next to it.” he says idly, not quite looking at her, “There’s space for him there.” 

What he really wants to say is that there’s space for Noah between them, that he fits between them so perfectly. 

“Would be nice. I’d have both of you with me, even when you’re off doing your thing.”

She’s smiling at him when he looks up at her, that gentle little smile that makes his heart race a little. 

Nick feels a little like he did when they had just started going out. He’d taken her out on a date to a little pizza shop. The place had been so small that they’d been seated so close that their knees kept knocking into each other. It feels nice to know that they could afford a little more than that now. That place hadn’t been bad – they still stop by sometimes – but he likes knowing that all of their hard work has paid off. And it’s not as if they’re swimming in it now, but things are going well and this is a well deserved treat. 

Laurie had been adamant that he should let her pay tonight. They’re not very strict about this normally, but he can’t argue with her when she looks at him with that little stern edge. Laurie always says that he takes care of them, but deep down they all know that she is the one who keeps them in order. Laurie’s the one who reminds Nick to drink water, who tells Noah to be a little easier on himself. She’s the one who kisses him so sweetly when she tells him how proud she is of him. 

He tries to give as much of it back as he can, but somehow it always feels more profound when she says it. 

Her attention is entirely on him throughout the evening, and for a brief moment he forgets that Noah is waiting for them at home. 

“Didn’t you say that the other one looked good when we looked at the menu online?” Laurie asks when they discuss what they want to get. 

“Didn’t see how expensive it was.” Nick replies meekly. 

Just because she’s paying doesn’t mean that he wants to empty her pockets entirely. 

“Nicky.”

“This is just as fine. I’m —”

“Do you want the other one?” She reaches out for him again, places her hand atop his so carefully. 

“It does look good.”

“Get it. We got a little bump in our wages and there’s no one I’d rather spend it on.” 

Nick can’t shake this feeling. There’s no denying that Laurie is his person, but so is the boy waiting for them back home. Perhaps they were always meant to be a trio. He can’t imagine himself without either of them, and he hopes that he’ll never have to think about that. 

He stares a little love struck when the waiter wants to hand the check to him, and Laurie tells him very sternly that she asked for the check and that she intends to pay. The wink and smile she shoots his way afterwards sends a shock of warmth through Nick’s body. 

She holds his hand when they walk back to the car, and Nick still has that first date buzz in his belly, even though it’s been years already. 

“They were awfully stuck up.” Laurie comments as they walk, “It’s not that unheard of that the woman pays, right? I mean, come on. I should be able to treat my boyfriend to a good dinner without having to justify it. I don’t know if we should take Noah to that place. If they can’t take me paying for one of you, what’s that waiter going to do if I pay for both of you?”

His heart flutters a little a that. 

“I think Noah’d be fine if we go to that little place we usually go to.” he finally replies, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand that says don’t get too riled up about these idiots. 

“I know.” She says firmly, “But I want to give both of you the treatment you deserve. And I love that little pizza parlour, but I want nothing but the best for my boys.”

The house is quiet when they get home. Nick closes the door behind him as gently as he can, but even then it still gives its horrid squeak. Laurie steadies herself on his shoulder when she moves to take off her shoes. Without the heels, she reaches up to his shoulder. Laurie reaches up, placing her hand against his cheek. Nick feels himself melt into her touch. He meets her in the middle when she guides him down for a kiss. Nick feels the residue of her lipstick linger on his lips when they part. 

“Bed or –” Laurie trails off.

He’s tempted to drape himself over her on the sofa, but he can see the exhaustion on her face, even if she tries to hide it. 

“Bed sounds good?” he offers instead. 

The relief on her face is evident, “I love you, but I was hoping you’d say that.” 

When Nick cracks open the door to their bedroom, he finds Noah curled up in the middle of their bed. The sight makes him feel all soft and gooey inside. Noah has been slowly warming up to his touch, and he’s found his way between them like this more and more often. 

With the way Noah has positioned himself right in the middle of the bed, they’ll have to fit themselves around him somehow. Nick slots himself behind Noah, wraps an arm around his middle. The young moves in his sleeps, presses himself against Nick’s bare chest. Laurie joins them a moment later. She curls herself against Noah’s front and Nick knows that at some point during the night they’ll untangle their limbs from each other, but right now he feels so very comfortable and safe.

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[luna-andra]

Late Night Hotline | Sub!Konig x Reader | Part 1

Summary: Konig finds himself getting off to his Lieutenant's voice over the phone, and he can't get enough of her as he goes back for more.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: This fic does contain mention of dub-con/non-con from the result of involvement of alcohol. This is purely fictional, and should remain fictional. I do not condone real actions of taking advantage of someone's intoxication.

And as always, MDNI, 18+!!!

Enjoy~

This was so fucked up on so many levels.

Did it stop Konig from doing it another time? And once more after that? No chance in hell. But how could the powerhouse, the juggernaut Colonel of KorTac fold to the will of his short stack Lieutenant? Tempest… her call sign described her perfectly. The raging storm that took him by force, making the mountain that he is bow before her.

And it was all because of some stupid, drunk call.

His buddies dared him after several rounds of shots. There was always talk about how Tempest had the most enchanting voice in the unit. He overheard some lower rank meatheads say how she could work one of those old-school phone sex hotlines and make someone nut in less than three minutes, flat. Despite how much he agreed, he had those kids run an extra two hours of training that morning. Tempest worked extremely hard to get to where she’s at, and Konig would be damned if he let that kind of harassment fly.

So you can imagine how extremely shitty he felt after slipping away to the bathroom to fist his fucking cock. He thought it was all over for him when people asked Tempest if she got a late night call.

“Well, yeah the Colonel called,” she admitted, her eyebrows furrowing into anger. “I had to talk him through the copious amounts of liquor he was up-chucking, no thanks to you assholes. ”

It tilted Konig’s world, axes shifting, hearing her cover for him. When she had every upper hand on him. He kept his eyes fixated on her as she chewed out each person, all of them standing almost a foot taller than her. But they cowered away from her like she was an angry pit bull. “Get out of my face and go find something better to do.” All of them turned away silently, almost urgently trying to get away from her. Tempest glanced at Konig, her copper eyes laced with the rage she let loose. But he saw beyond it. Seeing the mischief, the kernel of devilry from the night before. She had him completely pussy-whipped.

And she hadn’t even touched him.

“Hope you’re doing better, Colonel.” She gave him a pat on his arm, walking past him without a second look.

“Ja,” Konig managed to say, her brief touch making his stomach flip.

He thought that would be the end of it. An accidental phone call, one that would be swept under the rug as they say. One that made him a begging, whimpering mess in her hands.

He thought he could move on from this, until she called again. It was a few days after the first incident. Konig watched the phone ring in his hand, standing in his personal quarters. “TEMPEST” in bold letters displayed on the screen. His insides turned cold. She never called him at this hour before. Before the last ring, he pressed the green answer button, lifting the phone painfully slow to his ear. “Hallo?”

“You answered~”

Konig’s insides turned to ice. She spoke in that sultry tone that drove him crazy. He conjured whatever strength he had to keep it together. “I did” Perfect, I didn’t falter…

The smile spreading across her face was something he swore he could hear over the phone. She was aware of how malleable the Colonel of KorTac currently is. How pliant and submissive he could be, for her. “What are you doing right now?”

He swallowed, desperately hoping that the microphone didn’t pick up on it. “I’m in my room,” his boots touched the edge of the bed frame, signaling him that it was safe to sit. “On my bed.” Did that sound right? He felt like the safe choice was to give her short, vague answers. “What are you doing?”

“Did you wait long for me?” Tempest ignored his question. “Pacing around your room, debating on whether you should get off to what we did the other night?”

Konig squeezed his eyes shut as he removed his sniper hood and balaclava, his hand ran down his face as he tried to regain the composure that was quickly slipping. “We can’t speak about that. It won’t happen again.” A chill ran down his spine from her sinister giggle, feeling his quickly growing length strangle for room in his pants.

“See, I would believe you, but there’s one thing that doesn’t make sense. Why did you pick up the phone?”

His exhale shuddered. This time she definitely heard it.

“Well, I’ll let you go then, you seem pretty set on nipping this in the bud-” his trembling answer told her everything she needed to know.

“N-no. I mean…” Konig gripped the edge of the bed, it creaked in his strangling hold.

“Colonel, relax.” Tempest cooed. “Don’t you ever get tired of calling all the shots? Carrying the burden of every single operator in the unit? I know the answer, it’s in the way you hold all of that tension in your shoulders. Which, by the way, looked a lot less tense after that one night.

“But when you’re behind closed doors, in the comfort of privacy, I can make you forget. Take all the encumbrance of control, empty your mind, along with your balls-”

“Tempest.”

Fuck, shit. Did he just whine?

There was a pause, so loud it rang in his ears. “Aww, you poor, whimpering thing.” He could hear the rustling of clothes on her end. “Are you still in uniform?”

“Yes.” Why was he still talking to her? Every answer and response he gave Tempest only urged her to keep talking with that sinful, honey-laced lilt. He was so fucked. Every time her voice graced his ears, from here on, would make him want to crumble. In and outside his bedroom. Konig would gladly give her the throne - hell, he would be the throne - she so exceptionally earned. Her siren call snaked like tendrils around his failing will.

“Do you want me to get undressed?” Konig nervously asked, the anticipation within the silence making his heart race erratically.

“Are you asking for permission?” Her voice was stern and sickeningly sweet at the same time.

Konig nodded, then realized she wasn’t gonna get her answer that way. “I am. I need your permission, please.” He passed the point of caring to keep it together, his voice quivered with desperation.

“Granted.”

Wasting no time, he kicked his boots off whilst clawing at the buckle of his belt. The metal clinked as it flew off to the side, Konig’s impatience growing. His heavy pants fell to the ground next to his boots. The kevlar vest was like a vice, restricting his airflow. With one hand still holding the phone to his ear, the other ripped away at the velcro straps, maneuvering it up over his head, landing on the floor with a heavy thump. He laid back into his bed, his breathing labored in the aftermath. Tempest probably enjoyed listening to him struggle in his haste to please her.

“All of it.”

Konig’s eyes widened, wondering how she knew that he left his shirt and boxers on. A wave of vulnerability washed over him, feeling like her eyes were on him. “A-all of my clothes?”

“Mhmm,” she confirmed.

The remainder of his clothes collected in a pile at the foot of the bed. He looked down, seeing his neglected cock pulsing, resting against his stomach. It was near painful with how hard this made him, the shame washing over him as he saw his tip was already leaking. Konig was proud of his physique, and worked his ass off to maintain a rock-solid build. He made up his mind years ago that a man who stood at 6’10” couldn’t be gangly and thin. No one would take him seriously, sure his height alone made people back away from challenging him, but he had to look like - and be able to - crush a man’s chest cavity with his bare hands.

But the mere idea of Tempest having a full view of him, baring everything to her made him feel more determined to please her. He wanted to see the delightful gleam in her eyes, proud of her… what was he to her? Her boy toy? It didn’t matter, he just wanted her to have nothing to turn away from when it came to him.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “So good for me…”

His throat went dry, and his hand gripped around the base of his length, holding it there until he was allowed to proceed. He held the same expectation of following orders the same way he wanted it from his subordinates. What kind of Colonel would he be if he couldn’t lead by example? “It’s so fucking hard.” His voice trembled.

Her moan came through the phone, his eyes rolled back with a sharp inhale. “If only these hands trailing my body were yours instead of mine… they’re so much stronger… and can fill me so much better.”

Fuck, this is real.

He couldn’t believe that he was doing this stone-cold sober, that the first time wasn’t some crazy alcohol-induced dream. He couldn’t believe that she didn’t report him, or oust him as some pervert to the rest of the team. “Please, keep talking, liebling..” Konig groaned.

“I will, don’t you worry.” Tempest purred. “On the condition that I get to hear every pretty noise, every breath and every time you moan my name. And you will not cover your mouth or restrain yourself like last time.” She was firm with her command.

He could do that, right? What did he have to lose at this point?

“Let me know my instructions were clear.” She continued.

His throat felt like he was closing, but he managed to respond. “I understand, Tempest.” 

“Good boy,” she praised. “Let me hear those pretty sounds you make when you touch yourself.”

Oh, god finally. His hand started to stroke his cock, the overstimulating sensation pulled a loud moan from his parted lips. His chest started heaving as he kept up a slower pace, not wanting to work himself up too fast. The wild imagination began to swirl in his mind, imagining her small, soft hands working him instead. She would probably have to use both hands, one sliding its way up and down his shaft, while the other caressed the sensitive tip, spreading his precum all over… “Tempest..” he moaned, her name leaving his lips like a cry for help, calling for her beautiful voice to usher him his release.

He heard the squelch of her own body through the phone, followed by a broken moan. “Such a dirty slut…” she whispers again. “You follow orders so well, just as good as when you’re giving them… ordering your subordinates to train harder…”

“Y-yes, don’t stop…” he threw his head back, his breath becoming shallow and erratic. His accent thickened as he became lost in the desperation of chasing his release, the desperation to please her. With his other hand, he reached down to cup his balls, feeling them tighten from the stimulation. “I’m just-”

“You’re just what?” she egged him on, mimicking his whimpering cries. “A pathetic mess? Longing to plunge that aching cock deep inside-ee , ohh fuck .” It drove him crazy how much she was getting off on this the way he was. 

Konig’s body was at the point of trembling, his hips frantically rutting into his palm. “I’m whatever you want me to be, liebling.. You have me, I’m yours.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Tempest.” his incessant babbling continued in German, continued as he chased his Everest, reaching close to that peak.

Her moans grew louder, her breath growing shaky as his. “That’s it… just like that… are you close, too?”

“Y-yes,” Konig whispered. He couldn’t take it any longer, the thought of watching Tempest fingering her sweet pussy on the other line had the blood vessels in his temples bulge from his sweat-beaded skin.

“We’re gonna cum together, you and me.” Her moans reached higher pitches, nearly raising up an octave.

Konig squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his spend work its way up his shaft. “Liebling, oh shit… I’m- ” There was no returning from the shockwave that had him roaring her name. His body quaked as ropes of his release painted his abdomen. “Mein Gott,” his hips kept thrusting into his hand, and the tears broke free as he whimpered from the overstimulation.

He had to rip his hand away, laying there completely fucked out beyond comprehension.

All the while, he was listening to Tempest reach her own peak as he did. The line was filled with the sounds of their heaving breaths, her praises coming through in broken sentences. Konig stared at the pockmarked ceiling, realizing how irrefutably fucked he was, figuratively and quite literally, by the chokehold she had on his cock. 

[mochiimadness]

Please let me finish this food prep training

You stare at the staff bot laying on the ground. It stares back. Somehow, despite lacking a proper expression, pure spite oozed from it's thousand-yard stare.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, willing yourself to ignore the loud chomping and clanging beside you until it finally goes silent.

"Chica." You start, free hand on your hip. The animatronic chicken giggles- high pitched and nervous. It sounds like clucking almost- cute (or at least it would be if it weren’t for the loud problem at hand). "How am I suppose to finish this training course if you keep bullying my customers?"

You can hear her start fidgeting, metal tapping against metal in short bursts.

"Don't worry about the training, you're doing great!" She says, dodging the question in favor of praising your hard work, and you finally bring your head away from your hand to squint at her.

She smiles and twitches; head jerking to the side slightly- pointedly ignoring the poor staff bot she had just so brutally shoved to the floor.

"That's not the point and you know it." You glare at her, finger jabbing in her direction.

She lifts her hands up in surrender, eyes darting around in hopes of avoiding your frustrated glare.

"Well- I'm just," She's stammering, "I'm just providing you with an accurate customer experience! It's not like the staff bots can eat- they were just going to toss it out anyway."

“Chica!”

“At least I can tell you how good it tastes!”

You bury your face back into the palms of your hands and groan. A deep breath in, a pause, and a long breath out. You repeat this a few more times until you’re able to drag your face up enough over your fingertips to look at the chicken again.

“Chica,” She hugs herself, arms clinking as they wrap around her midsection. “I’ve been here for almost two hours now. It was only supposed to take 45 minutes max.” You rasp, staring her dead in the eyes as an audible ‘gulp’ sounds from her voice box.

“You keep eating all the food.”

She whines at your words, shutting her eyes as her beak juts up ever so slightly- her way of pouting. “I know! And I’m so sorry- it’s just, I haven’t had pizza in so long… and yours smell so so good- they taste even better!”

You know for a fact she had pizza just yesterday- some kids birthday event. Your hands come down to grip the counter, the cool metal doing little to help settle you. At least you had something to grip now.

“Chica I will literally make you the biggest pizza-rito with everything on it if you let me finish this training.” You state, watching as her gaze snaps to yours. She leans forwards, deadly serious

“Everything?” She questions, eyes boring into yours and surely scanning your facial features down to the smallest twitch- to make sure you were telling the truth. Funny, you wish she would get this serious about cleaning up after herself.

“Everything.” You confirm, keeping steady, un-breaking eye contact.

“Deal!” Chica squeals, lunging forwards and nearly giving you a heart attack as does so. She’s animated again, arms wrapping around you and squeezing as she starts thanking you. You squirm a bit before relaxing in her hold and hugging her back.

“You’re welcome, you Pizza Addict.”

She squawks loudly in protest, though soon joins in with your laughter.

Updated and edited as of July 17th, 2024

[taissasspidergirl]

softly

senator taissa and gn reader (i noticed that even when writing for gn reader, i always end up adding feminine pronouns, i’m so sorry and i will pay attention next time, i just write in automatic but that’s a mistake i paid attention this time but please correct me if ever i made an error!)

a/n: i wrote this with a specific character in mind when i thought that taissa was more fitting. also wrote this while watching law and order and didn’t paid much attention so the structure might be a bit off? i did proofread it but there might be mistakes left behind 😔‼️feedback is always appreciated, enjoy reading letsgoooo

warnings: UMMM KISSING??? it's nothing much but i would prefer it if minors and ageless blogs stay away. idiots in love. this is different than what i usually write so idk maybe it should have stayed in the drafts otherwise than that it’s just pure fluff, gay, senator taissas being a perfectionist, reader is soooo in love and thats about it

@chaithetics IT IS HEREEE

it starts below the cut :)

Taissa’s back is hunched, eyes peered into her weeks’ schedule. She was well prepared, admittedly. But she needed to be perfect. And the more she reads her tasks, proofreads and reads it again, the more it is distorting into something completely inaccurate that she hasn’t done and would never do.

You checked in every ten minutes, whether it was to refill her coffee or offer her something to eat. She’s been at it for hours. You understand. Running for Senator is evidently demanding and needs all the serious attention and care. Even more so when your opponent is objectively an asshole and your campaign heavily relies on public opinion. You don’t doubt that Taissa can handle all the pressures. You’re just afraid she’ll end up breaking herself in the process.

You tentatively knock on the door, waiting a bit before hearing a soft “come in”

“Tai?” You peek your head in the now ajar door, all your prepared arguments now evaporated at the sight of an obviously tired future Senator.

She doesn’t answer you for a while, scribbling words in a notepad before she subtly nods her head. “Mhm?”

“I was just wondering if–.

“I don’t need anything, thank you.” She continues to scribble notes. You raise your eyebrows, biting back a chuckle.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I don’t need anything, thank you.” She finally lifts her head to meet your eyes, offering you a brief smile.

A few minutes pass without you saying anything. And by the looks of it you’re not sure if you should insist or not.

“Not even me?” You stride towards her, placing your palms on the desk and leaning down. She lightly bats you away, shaking her head.

“You know that’s not true. And as much as I’d love to explain how much you are needed, I need to take care of this first.”

“I can’t predict what’ll happen but I know you need to have a clear mind to work it through.”

“I still need to be in shape. There’ll be photo ops, interviews, debates…I can’t relax until then.”

You stay silent for a bit, mulling over your thoughts. Taissa takes that you gave up and goes right back to her work, before you slide away from the desk and settle next to her.

“What are you doing?” She furrows her brows, a tiny smile letting you know that she’s amused and not all annoyed at your actions.

“How about we compromise?”

“What…?”

“I’ll keep you company while you work. Like that, it'll make your work bearable.”

“You’ll just distract me—”

“I promise I’ll be quiet. And if you end up getting distracted, you’re going to have to take a break.”

“You do know there is a legal term for you’re doing, right?”

You shrug, going to serve yourself a drink from the minibar before moving to sit down on the couch.

“I’m not baiting or luring you if that’s what you’re saying. Besides I know you’ll be able to work without my presence distracting you. You’re smart, good at what you do and can operate under serious pressure, deal with national press attention. You can handle me being here.”

You were comfortable, leaning back on the couch with a certain air of mischief, the same kind that secretly intensified her yearning for you.

“So, do we have a deal, Ms Turner?” You take a sip from your glass, licking your bottom lip from the remaining alcohol missing the hitch in her breath.

She playfully rolls her eyes, already guessing that she’ll win. “We have a deal.”

For the next few minutes you drink, occasionally gazing at your wife. You only get up to look for a book and for another glass. All done in silence as promised. She was subtly following your every move, appreciating that you were respecting your own end of the deal. But it was unfair that you could still make her mind drift away when you weren’t doing anything wrong. It would be so easy for her to just walk over there, sit on your lap, make you hands wrap around her waist and—

She shakes her head before allowing her mind to drift further away and indulge her. It’s just her tired nerves. Just nerves.

“Hey, can you uh…maybe get me a granola bar?”

“Hm?” You drop your book to your lap, using your index finger to mark your page.

“I…”

The more she looks at you the more she’s tempted to maybe take a breather. She slowly exhales, getting up from her seat, walking towards you in small strides before stopping in front of you.

“Tai?”

She doesn’t answer, settling down on your lap, taking the drink in your hand and downing it in one go.

“So are you taking a break or was this just an excuse to steal my glass?” You grin, voice wavering at the sudden close proximity.

“Definitely the second option.” She smirks, setting the glass aside on the coffee table. Your reactions are so endearing to her, your hands not knowing where to go, eyes not knowing where to look.

“But what about your schedule prep?”

“I can take care of that later.”

“I’m not influencing you or anything right?” You find yourself at a loss of words when she places your hands around your waist, your heart hammering.

Instead of giving you an answer she kisses your forehead, before trailing her lips to both sides of your face, the tip of your nose, your chin and finally your lips. It nearly leaves you breathless. It’s downright mesmerising how an innocent kiss can render you weak. Your fingers squeeze her hips, making her break the kiss. Her eyes are glazed, pupils so widely blown that it drowns you into an inescapable forest. You lose all control when her hands trace your chest.

You really don’t want her to stop anytime soon, but you know that you’ll end up making her lose all progress.

“Taissa…”

Your voice was raspy, making a wild heat travel all the way from her chest to her abdomen.

“I really need to get back to work.” She breathlessly whispers, her words barely even audible. She makes a move to slide away from your lap but you hold her close, not wanting to let this go as yet.

“Let me at least make you dinner before you go back. I don’t think a granola bar will be enough.”

“Do you think we stick to just dinner?”

“We can try.” You barely even nod, eyes focused on her lips and how good it would feel to kiss her again.

Your wife chuckles, pushing you back on the couch and getting up.

“You go make dinner. I’ll be in here.”

You clumsily rush out of her office with a quick wave, knowing that if you stay any further seconds you’ll change your mind.

Your wife smiles fondly, before looking over at her desk. With clearer spirits, she makes a few calls to her assistants, relaying her programme and jotting down any notes and important dates to remember, often having to refrain herself from the ghost of your touch.

But soon after that call, she makes her way into the kitchen. She couldn’t stop herself from holding you in her arms. It’s like your a healing balm to her soul.

And she feels that she’d gladly accept any escape, even if just for a moment, that you’ll offer her.

[gravehags]

this hell (is better with you)

Pairing: Cumulus x Aurora x Cirrus x Sunshine x AFAB!Reader

Rating: Teen

Tags: 100% comfort, your average poly relationship with the ghoulettes, periods fucking suck, etc

Words: 685

Summary: Your period is beating your ass. The ghoulettes take care of you.

a/n: SO SO SO SELF-INDULGENT listen when you're on day 5 of getting the shit kicked out of you by your own uterus you want a little lesbian comfort. just a few nude snuggles with some ghoulettes. you feel me?

divider by @ghuleh-recs

Hell. The pain you’re in is pure hell.

When the ghoulettes file into your shared quarters after a long day, they’re bright and chatty. You, on the other hand, are currently curled up in a fetal position on the far side of your large bed. Cumulus is the first to recognize that something is amiss, gesturing for the others to quiet down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says as she sits next to you, stroking your back. “What’s wrong?”

“Period,” you say, your voice muffled by the pillow. Sunshine clicks her tongue sympathetically and Cirrus immediately goes to the linen closet in the large bathroom. When Aurora scuttles in the door a minute later, she’s perplexed. Sunshine mouths “period” at her while sitting on the bed taking off her boots. She silently gestures for the others to disrobe as well and they acquiesce, stripping down to their skin. You’ve got your head poked out of the covers now, eyeing their figures with vague interest.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Aurora says with a little grin. You pout slightly but all lecherous thoughts immediately leave your mind as a thumping pain kicks inside your belly and all the way through to your back. When Cirrus finally walks back in, she’s bearing an armful of goodies.

“I know you haven’t taken any pain meds because you always forget,” she says with a sigh, approaching your side of the bed as the others surround you. “Ibuprofen,” she states, handing you the pills while Cumulus urges you up into a sitting position. Dutifully, you swallow the pills with several gulps of water and let out a sigh of your own.

“Come on, you,” Cumulus says, drawing you up and taking the heating patches Cirrus hands her. “Shirt off.”

Your lewd little eyebrow wiggle is cut off by another sharp ache in your pelvis as you pull your t-shirt over your head and throw it to the side. Sunshine and Aurora are preoccupied with rummaging through items on the dresser while Cumulus tenderly applies one heating patch to your lower belly and the other to your lower back. Cirrus is piling pillows behind you and nudges you to scoot up to lie against them. Once you’re settled, the ghoulettes surround you in bed - Cumulus on your right, Cirrus on your left with Sunshine and Aurora settling by your legs, both stroking your stomach and thighs.

Tears well in your eyes as you observe them getting comfortable. You’re so thankful - so thankful for them - and all that they do for you. Your beautiful girls. When you let out a sniffle and wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand all four of their gazes fly to you.

“I love you,” you say through your tears. “All of you. So much.”

“It’s the period talking,” Aurora says with a little laugh as Sunshine nudges at her to be quiet.

“We know,” Cumulus murmurs in your ear, reaching up to stroke your hair. “And we love you, precious. To hell and back.” The others nod in agreement and when you choke out a sob they all rush to console you. You have to flap your hands aggressively to get them all to stop fretting over you and you let out a deep, exhausted sigh after a few more seconds of sniffling.

“Can we, um,” you say weakly, “can we watch a movie or something?”

Sunshine holds the remote up proudly from her spot by your left thigh.

“Way ahead of you, babe. What do you want to watch?”

“Anything,” you say quietly. “One of you pick something.”

This was, in hindsight, probably the worst mistake you could have made. Aurora is now on her knees on the bed, passionately petitioning for Legally Blonde while Sunshine counters with the most fucked up horror movies she can think of. As their bickering continues, you lean back into the pillows, enjoying the warmth of both the patches and the ghoulettes that surround you. When Cirrus nuzzles into your neck you lean into her with a smile.

If this is hell, you truly have no desire to know heaven.

[whatiswhump]

Part 2: They Thought He was the Villain

CONTINUATION :)

Note- Sorry the partner isn't in this one but there is a good amount of mentioned torture, non con manhandling, nonsexual nudity etc... BUT she will return!

Part 1

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When they took the hood off of him he was in a concrete room. He kept his eyes on his knees on the floor, not daring to bring them any higher. At least the tears had stopped, dried salt on his cheeks now.

“Villain, you stayed hidden for quite some time. I have to say I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

The boots in front of him were familiar. He knew these boots. He would never forget them. It was foolish of him to think that he could leave them in the past.

A hand reached down and took his chin to lift it. He closed his eyes, clenching them shut.

“Look at me Villain, open your eyes.”

The fingers gripped tighter, verging on painful… a warning.

“Open them.”

So he did. In front of him, better illuminated, was the personification of his nightmares, the Captain.

“You know…. I couldn’t have shocked you back there. But it was good to know you still respond to the threat. Perhaps our training was more effective than I thought.”

He couldn’t have… But the words- the feeling, so visceral. It hadn’t crossed his mind to not obey, nothing had in fact. Just pure fear. And now shame. Coiling deep in him, so pathetic.

And now the collar was back too, the Captain linked a finger through it, Villain winced at the touch, all to aware of how easy it was to set off.

“You’re quieter now. I like that. I wonder if that pretty girl liked that. Does she know what you did? Or more to the point, what I did to you?”

He shook his head minutely, pathetic tears threatening again.

“Should have known that would you ruin more lives while you were out, more than your own… Good thing we’ve got you back home, huh?”

He blinked back the tears, trying not to make a sound but not lifting his hands to wipe them away. Not that he could.

“I asked you a question, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir-“ Villain whispered back with a quivering voice.

The grip tightened again. He choked on his congestion trying to speak, “I- am happy to be home -sir.” Tears wouldn’t stop falling.

He sighed and paced the room a few steps away from him, “…But you’re going to have to be punished for what you did- all the time and resources wasted on bringing you back. You know that right? How wasteful you’ve been?”

He closed his eyes again, tears spilling out silently as he nodded.

“Mhm." Then he paused for a few beats, perhaps savoring the moment, "If you don’t fight it, it may be easier, it’s up to you.”

It wouldn’t be easier, he knew that.

“Bring him over to intake. We will begin in the morning once he’s processed.”

Rough hands grabbed him, pulling him up off his knees and dragging him forward. He trained his eyes back downwards, too familiar with what would come next.

___

First they removed the chains. Then his clothes- just a pair of boxers and thin pajama pants anyway. Then he was chained to the shower room wall for the power washing.

…

He wish he didn’t scream.

—-

After:

The institutional lice powder,

Shaving his head- the long inches of freedom sheared away to the floor,

Dental and cavity checks,

... Then the first dose.

—-

“Villian, you know how this goes. Take it.”

The guard was impatient, irritated when Villain didn’t open his mouth for the tablets to be poured in.

But Villain couldn’t open his mouth. It wasn’t a choice so much as a sheer inability to. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was too dehydrated for that. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t… willingly take it again.

“They said he was already trained.”

A radio screech filled the room, “Medication reinforcement for Prisoner 3620.”

There was no retreating, he was already surrounded.

The steel door buzzed and clicked.

—-

Everything else went quickly after that. He fought, or at least he tried.

They beat him until he was wheezing on the floor and then pried open his mouth, poured the pills in, and closed it for him, holding his nose closed and massaging his throat to force him to swallow.

He wasn’t given clothing yet, that was to be earned.

—-

Then he was alone.

Not that it mattered. He was too disoriented to even know that. But he knew there was a grief.

He was home again.

—-

“Villain, I am surprised you refused your medication yesterday, I thought you liked it, a pathetic thing like you, the sedation must be a relief.”

His left cheek was still on the concrete floor, eyes vaguely unfocused staring ahead at the boots again.

“But then again, I knew a little obedience training would be in order, I work miracles but you did weasel out after all...

Don’t worry though, you’ll never want to do that again.”

He blinked.

A boot caught him in the stomach.

“Are you listening, Prisoner 3620? I am going to make you good again, better than before and I am going to enjoy it… You might not though.” There was a familiar smile. A familiar pleased voice.

“Get him up.”

Two guards shifted him to sitting against the wall of his cell. Again, the hand under his chin, so he made eye contact. Like he was trained.

The man kept speaking but the words warped and muddled in the air, the medication was taking him under again.

Then the beating began. Again.

Then he was wet, soaking and cold. The beating continued. There was blood in the water.

The voices continued. He tried to drag himself away at one point. Then the shocks started. He stopped trying to get away. He thought he remembered how this went. Someone laughed. Then black.

…

Then there were the boots again, he didn’t know how he got there, he couldn’t quite focus.

Shock- He understood this. They wanted him to pay attention.

He was being dragged somewhere. He wouldn’t get into the chair, more shocks. Why did he have to be bad. He didn’t like being bad.

He woke up in a chair, strapped in. How had he gotten there?

There were men in white coats. Another injection.

Another?

“My shifts ending in 20, up for a drink after?”

“Sure, Marie’s at her sisters tonight with the kids.”

“Poor bastard, we’re going to have to hose off the chair after.”

A laugh.

“Get Simmons to do it.”

He was on the ground. Boots.

He was wet. Soaked through.

Blood or water?

“Villian, one last time, will you do as the captain says or would you like more shocks?”

What did the captain say?

He was drowning, he couldn’t breath.

He was on the ground.

Why didn’t he have any clothes on?

Where was F-?

“If he won’t eat, force feed, he doesn’t get out that easy.”

Ground. Something sharp.

Boots.

Electricity.

Water.

Boots.

Crying.

And crying.

“Pathetic piece of shit. How’d he ever manage to get out in the first place?”

“Beats me, but when it happened, the Captain went ballistic, something in him snapped. Obsessed with the bastard… accidentally killed a different prisoner right after.”

“You think he’ll kill this one?”

“No, but the poor bastard would be lucky if he did.”

Shock. Puddle of water.

Someone was stroking his head. Someone was combing his wet blood soaked hair with their fingers.

“That’s it... attaboy, you’re learning again.”

He groaned a small pitiful noise.

“You can be good, you’re showing me that right now. Mhm… Good boy.”

His head wasn’t on the concrete and there were no boots.

His head was on khaki. A leg.

“Ah-ah. Don’t move.”

A hand gripped his hair. It hurt. A warning.

He thought it had been buzzed? When was that?

He stopped. And his breathing stopped too. But the bone deep pain in every inch of his body persisted.

“I bet you wish you were dead right now.” The voice mused playfully.

Did he? It made sense, maybe he did.

The hand went back to stroking, “Too bad you’re mine. And you’re going to stay here forever... Never allowed to die. Never allowed to leave.”

He thinks he remembers this. Something like this before.

He’s home. Isn’t he?

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[all-pacas]

Can we get a sneak peek at any wips you've been working on?

you know i'm weak to this kind of question pal. not counting the stabbing story, i got four one shots on the backburner/sideburners:

chase-13 friendship story (90% complete, fighting the last scene):

“You think our patient and her boyfriend are gonna last?” she asks. “For a couple of months,” Chase says with confidence: he’s clearly thought about it. “She’s still in recovery. He won’t leave before she gets better.” “I heard she’s going with the pig valve,” Thirteen counters. “She’s doing what he wants, not what the internet tells her.” “She’ll pretend to be a good girlfriend for a few months, but go right back to her old ways.” “Okay, House,” she says, amused. “I thought you were kind of into the no secrets thing.” Chase hums. “Obviously you’re not, Thirteen.” “Of course I’m not,” she admits, laughing, although it isn’t at all funny. “I keep secrets about myself from myself when I can.” She glances down at her hand, as though she’ll see a tremor. Curls her fingers into a loose fist. “Like you’re any different? You broke House’s nose…” “He was taking shots,” Chase says, smooth and prepared. “He’s always taking shots. You were sick of people asking about Cameron.” She sort of hopes he’ll flinch, or react, let her know she’s nailed it, but Chase just stares down at his glass and takes another swallow.

mutual babytrap death spiral (???? not sure how much i have left playing it by ear. maybe 50%?)

House has been making fun of him for taking out his phone so often, and Chase is sure House knows — not only that Chase keeps thinking of calling Cameron, but why and for what purpose. Somehow, no one seems to have realized she was there the night of the lockdown. That he’d signed the divorce papers, that they’d had sex in an exam room, although he’s sure that if House knew about that there’d be no mystery left. Can practically hear it: So, how did your pathetic last-ditch attempt to win her back work out for you? Very well, if you looked at it one way. Terribly, if you looked at it another. Since Dibala, he’s been going to church again. It’s a reoccurring disorder. Goes once every couple years and it turns into addiction, confessing all his petty sins for the relief of forgiveness. Placebo effect, pure and simple. Eventually the rush wears off. He starts self-editing. Confessing to little things he doesn’t regret, leaving out Father, I don’t think my wife would leave me if she was pregnant. The odds are decent, he thinks, that the Church would agree.

inklings of a pre-series chase working for house alone story (10% but recently i had some Good Ideas so we'll see):

“There’ve been three… four others in the fellowship program,” Wilson says. It’s a quieter day in the clinic, and their assigned shifts overlap this week. “Three of them lasted a couple months. The fourth guy quit before the end of his first day.” “I met Dr. Reynolds,” Chase says. They’d overlapped by about a week before the shouting match in House’s office. Reynolds had grabbed his coat and stormed out without a glance in Chase’s direction and he’d had the urge to cringe down in his chair. House had stayed silent and stayed in his office. After a few minutes, he’d turned on the TV. The machine by the clinic is always out of order, so Chase had needed to trek to the cafeteria to get them coffees. Wilson had been faintly embarrassed by the gesture, which made him eager to return the favor with gossip. Chase sips his own coffee, which tastes both watery and burnt.

this goddamn "chase meeting cameron's parents" thing i started forever ago and have no idea how to finish but it seems like a perfect storm of asskissing and daddy issues and reddish flags. i'm in a longterm war with this thing:

She pulls into her street. Her driveway. Eyes fixing, as ever, first on her bedroom window: second floor, second from the left. She likes knowing it’s still there. Likes knowing it still exists. The house is boring suburbia: a split level built in the 60s. Beige sliding, fake bricks. “Here we are!” she says, full of pep and false cheer: Chase stares transfixed, and she feels a moment of self consciousness. “I know it’s not much compared to whatever mansion —“ “I didn’t grow up in a mansion,” he corrects irritably. She’s being mean again. Cameron bites her lip. Unbuckles her seatbelt. Chase doesn’t move for a long moment. “Are you nervous?” she asks, and feels guilty it hadn’t occurred to her before. Guilter as she considers it. Chase doesn’t talk about his family much, but she knows his childhood was far from happy. “Your parents will like me,” he says, again, and it occurs to Cameron that he’s reassuring himself as much as her.

[anryuuepic]

It turns out that she’s the lucky one. Or rather, the one who has the steadiest hand when she holds a blade, and the sharpest reflexes for dodging hits and landing blows. 

Lillianne is good at fighting. They figured out that much quickly. Even though she’s half the size of most of the people she spars with, she’s fast and hits hard— and she knows what she needs to do to win. 

After a couple of weeks of attempting to train all three of them, it’s decided that the other two kids will remain in support roles. 

While Lillianne will learn to fight for real. 

Even though she still has only a handful of possessions to her name, even though she still sometimes wonders about the reason why she was given away, Lillianne is content. She’s long since outgrown every piece of clothing she brought from her old home, all of which has been replaced, and something about the tangible reality of leaving those things behind makes her new life feel so much more permanent. 

She’s going somewhere, now. She’s seen more of the country than she ever imagined she would, and met people that feel like what she could become. There’s no more wondering when her next meal will come— she earns her keep in the bandit’s camp and never goes hungry anymore. 

The feeling of taking her life into her own hands is pure freedom. 

So Lilliane throws herself wholly into learning how to fight. She practices her movements at every spare moment she can find, even when the other two kids roll their eyes and whisper that she’s just a kiss-ass. 

Their opinions mean nothing to her. She’ll give this her all no matter what comes out of their mouths.

“You’re improving quickly,” Mervyn says when comes to check on her.

Lillianne barely pauses in her training to glance over at him. It’s evening, her duties are done for the day, and she has only an hour or so to get in as much practice as possible with the blunted training sword she’ll have until she’s good enough for the real thing. 

“Yeah, I am,” she replies bluntly. “And I’m going to get better.”

Mervyn laughs, short and quiet. “Do your best, then. I’d certainly appreciate another capable hand around here in the next few years.”

This time, she doesn’t answer. Mervyn stays there for a few minutes, silently watching her run through the reps that one of the bandits taught her to follow. His gaze is intense in a way that seems like he’s studying her, like he’s looking for something that will give him an answer. 

Just to give him something to really think about, Lillianne goes for a more advanced move next. Her balance is steady and her turn is one of the fastest she’s ever made— and the dull blade of her practice sword cuts through the air with a quick, sharp swish. The follow-through is perfect. Not an inch of movement wasted. 

She refuses to look at him again. Mervyn walks away soon enough, and Lillianne is left with the slightly bitter ache to prove whatever smug, stupid thing he’s thinking wrong.

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[seal-writes-stuff]

oh my god i'm drunk with power slamming this ask button again & again -- Seal does Dani do anything to celebrate Halloween? the very thought of her in a cute dorky costume or chickening out of a haunted house/horror movie bc it's too stressful is making me COMBUST. please share your valuable insight, tsym (:

Spooky Season

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: F!Reader, some suggestive stuff (nothing explicit but still), otherwise pure fluff

Summary: Glimpses of the Halloween celebration you and Dani have together.

A/N: Ask and you shall receive >:) Happy belated Halloween, guys! I couldn’t choose between a fic and a list of headcanons for this one, so I’ve decided to try something new and kinda did a blend of both. Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, quit squirming!” you throw your hands in the air, pretending to be exasperated, as Dani struggles not to laugh. “You’re running my hard work. I simply cannot continue in such dire conditions.”

“Dire? Seriously?”

“Well, not that dire,” you wiggle your eyebrows. “But, y’know. I could use some cooperation.”

“Can you blame me, though? It’s been half an hour…”

 “You can’t rush art, miss Ardor. Now sit tight or it’ll be, like, ten more hours and that’s a promise.”

She huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but you know she doesn’t mean it. You can’t imagine Dani ever being seriously angry at you, especially without talking it out.

A few silent minutes pass as you keep drawing shiny scales on her cheekbones. Some face paint here, some glitter there – everything to create a perfect make-up for a mermaid costume. You’ve designed a whole thing yourself too, in just a couple of hours.

Dani’s very inspiring, what can you say.

“Thank you, by the way,” you look up, only to be met with her gentle gaze, shining with bashful adoration. “For this. I know it's silly, but-”

“You make it sound like a favor,” you murmur under your breath, returning to you work. “And not like a blessing it is. So… Can’t take it, sorry.”

“Oh,” Dani’s voice cracks. She blinks a few times. “That’s- That’s really beautiful.”

“That’s just how it is,” you move away, giving Dani’s face a one last look-over. “Speaking of beautiful! Not to brag or anything, but I think this is my magnum opus. If you dragged me to the bottom of the sea, I’d just thank you.”

“That’s a siren, not a mermaid.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not an expert in, uh, mermology,” you revel in a small giggle she gives you. “Then what? You’ve sold your voice to the sea witch to see the human world?”

“Yeah, right. To see a very…” Dani looks away, blush still obvious despite all the makeup. “Um, special part of it.”

Now it’s your turn get flustered. You stare at her lips; a glance not stolen, but gifted freely.

“Well then. Better give you a true love’s kiss really quick.”

“What about ruining your hard work?”

“Eh, who cares? There’s always more glitter.”

***

“Is it over?” Dani peeks at the screen, only to immediately hide her face in the crook of your neck again.

“It didn’t even start! That’s literally just two people talking.”

“Yeah, for now!”

“Oh, come on,” pausing the horror movie the two of you are watching, you let out a soft laugh. You’re not even looking at the screen anymore and you don’t need to– you know how it goes. You’ve seen it way more times than you’d like to admit; it’s cheesy and the special effects didn’t age all that well, but it’s still dear to your heart. Also, it’s not scary at all.

Well, not for everyone, apparently.

“You know,” you whisper in Dani’s ear, feeling her shiver at the proximity of your warm breath. “If you just wanted to cuddle, could’ve just said so.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, so you didn’t want to cuddle?”

“No, I- That’s not- Ah!” she hides her face in her hands with a groan. You don’t reply, opting for a kiss on a cheek instead. “You’re so annoying, I swear.”

 “And yet here we are,” you murmur, earning a content sigh from Dani. “I love you so much, y’know? Don’t you forget.”

“Don’t think I can.”

An image of a rubbery-looking monster peeking from the shadows lingers on the TV screen for hours, forgotten.

***

“Alright, so trick or treat?”

Dani rolls her eyes, attempting to grab the bowl of leftover candy you’re holding, but you’re quick enough to pull it away. It’s dark outside; the kitchen is illuminated with all the candles you’ve managed to find around the house, the soft orange glow outlining cardboard bats and plastic skeletons. You were aiming for “scary” when you’ve set the decorations up. Still, “romantic” fits better anyway, love shining through the playful horror.

Honestly, you can’t complain.

“Pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“It is now!” you put the bowl in one hand, placing the other on her forearm. “Come on, baby, humor me for a minute. Trick or treat?”

“Alright, alright, uh…trick? I’m scared already.”

“That’s the point of the holi- Hey, not so fast!” you cut your girlfriend’s another attempt to steal candy from you short, grinning. “Tell me. What did a skeleton say to her girlfriend after a date?”

“Can’t even imagine. Wait, don’t you dare say ‘let’s bo-”

“Let’s bone.”

“Oh my God,” Dani buries her head in her hands as you cackle triumphantly. “This is awful. Get out.”

“You’ve chosen it, not me!” reaching into the bowl, you pull out a Twix and hand it to her. “Here. A whole bar, you deserve it.”

“Thank you.”

Without another word, Dani grabs the candy from you and unwraps it, handing you one of the sticks. You put the bowl down; for a moment, the both of you are too busy with your sweets to talk, but you can tell there’s something on her mind. That little frown of hers, made all more adorable by the fact that she has no idea about it.

“Okay, no- I’m curious now,” Dani brushes the crumbs off her mouth with a quick gesture. “What would be a treat?”

“Want a trick and a treat?” you move closer, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Your wish is my command. What did I say to my girlfriend after this date?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Worked so far.”

Dani doesn’t answer. Instead, she leans in and you comply happily, drowning in her soft embrace. Sweeter than any candy, warmer than any candle.

“Y/N, it’s…” Dani whispers, pressing her forehead to yours. “It’s really nice.”

“What is?”

“This. You,” she kisses you, smiling against your lips. “I mean, it’s so- Can we do this next year? Please. I’d really love that.”

“I think that’s how that ‘holiday’ thing wo- Ow!” with a giggle, you steal another kiss, closing your eyes in pure joy. “Of course we can. Happy Halloween, baby.”

[gayerthanevertbh]

Right Where You Left Me - Chapter Nine

A/N: again, you’ll hate me for this. but, i hope you enjoy this chapter. i’m currently working on a natasha x fem!reader fanfic but it’s less toxic, just a little angsty perhaps. anyways, let me know how this goes!

Summary: A devastating broken marriage was formed between two lovers. She promised you forever, loyalty, and beautiful memories. You believed in everything she said until a file of divorce papers was on her table. Like as they always say; a cheater is always a cheater. If it happens once, it'll happen again.

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader; Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: i have no idea

Word Count: 2.7 k

Taglist: @fxckmiup​​ @mmmmokdok​​ @santasbitch @officialbriiiisworld​​ @averygwendoline @powerfultaylor​

Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter 10

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“This is wrong.” You interacted.

“I know.”

You hummed while your head was on her chest, feeling it heave once in a while. Her hands are raking your hair with this sense of purity that you cannot distinguish if it’s a nice gesture that she’s giving.

“I have so many regrets in life,” She starts. “One of them is me hurting you for the past year. I have no idea what was I doing but sure enough, it gave me this pan of realization of how awful I was to you. And, I know it will take ages for you to forgive me. But, I’m hoping for another chance. I want to make it all better, Y/N. You have to give me that chance, please.”

It almost sounds like she was begging – which she is exactly doing – and honestly, you’re so used to it already, it’s not even a joke. You were silent for 15 seconds to bank all of the words that she has said and replied:

“I don’t trust you anymore.”

Maybe you were being a bitch, which is understandable considering how she emotionally abused and cheated on you for a year. You just felt her nodding against your head and kissing it gently.

“I’ll make you trust me again.”

“I just don’t think that’s going to happen,” You interjected in the nicest way possible. “I don’t know, Scarlett. Everything we both had was special, yes, but you’ve hurt me to the core.”

She couldn’t help herself but ask: “Does your mother hate me? Do your parents know the situation?”

Uh, duh? Is she fucking dumb? “Yeah, well they don’t hate you,” You replied slowly and watched her nod. “They just want me to be happy.”

A moment of silence came through and she spoke after a minute.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I was, with Lizzie.”

She nods again and tightens her embrace around your naked body – trying to find that sort of comfort inside of you which was purely not there. You can hear her quietly sob and you almost felt your heartache, can you blame yourself though?

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through,” She quietly says while pressing her lips on your hair. “I’m sorry. I know I’m an awful person.”

This is the type of feeling that you seemingly grasp. You would always miss Scarlett’s sweet words whenever she’s comforting you but yet never keeps them. You think, maybe because throughout your life you weren’t that validated – to her you felt that way so much that it was a little confusing on how Elizabeth just left like that.

Marrying someone at a young age can be a drastic thing to go through, especially when your love for someone is so infatuating. It makes you wonder how are you in love with Scarlett in the first place, then it hits you: the needing for importance and affection.

You fell in love with Scarlett the minute she met you at the park, where she lingered her hands once in a while whenever you have a conversation. She was like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Sending gifts, making love to you, being a little protective, all those imaginations that you see on television made you even want her more.

And it kind of made you think that what if you were just using Scarlett for your own satisfaction too? What if both of you needed that and there was no sense of love?

Either way, it was just some silly thought.

“Can you take me home, please?” She nods and whispered an “Okay.” since your car suddenly broke down – out of nowhere. And now, both of you are at a hollow road that was too deja vu shit. You watch her wear back her undergarments and her shirt, go back to the front seat and asked you if you wanted to sit with her. You just shrugged and did not move a muscle, you were way too tired anyway. Too tired of everything at this point.

When she took you back home, you kindly asked if she wanted to come in. Of course, she fucking said yes and now she’s sitting in your living room with her head on the arm of the couch, covering her eyes with her arm. She’s tired? Funny, I’m exhausted.

“You can sleep here if you’d like,” You have no idea why you’re offering but right now you need company. Scarlett nods and whispers: “Thank you, Y/N. I’ll leave when I–”

“It’s storming outside, it’s not that safe going out.”

She shrugs but quickly gave a smile that warmed your heart a little bit – which you want to loath. A few minutes later, you walked back to her with a folded blanket and a pillow that she could sleep on. But once you turned around and were about to get some sleep, a hand was on your wrist.

Without moving, she maneuvered towards you and felt her breath against your neck. Kissing the exposed skin, you closed your eyes in order to not feel aroused. But she knows you are.

“I love you, goodnight.”

You nodded and went back to your room, taking a rest that would get your mind off this situation. Inside of you, you could forgive Scarlett for what she has done and maybe try again. But, that trust is too broken.

It’s not going to happen.

Right?

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The next few hours went smoothly, you didn’t bother talking to Scarlett because you woke up before her. You were hiding from her, hiding away from the shame you are currently experiencing. You don’t want to see her face throughout the day so you’re hiding inside a small basement where there was no little entertainment.

Until she found you.

“You do hate me, huh?” She chuckled but died down quickly when you didn’t laugh back. You just sat on the beanbag with your arms crossed, not even giving a glance to your ex-wife.

“I do, yeah.”

“I understand.”

“Good,” You coughed and walked a few steps from her so you can see how fierce you are. “Because there’s no way I’m forgiving you.”

“I know.”

Sighing, you leaned back against the beanbag and closed your eyes in frustration. Seriously, what is she still doing at your apartment? And foremost, why did you even let her stay? It was still raining hard outside and it was too dangerous to even get out, you were even scared for her too. But, why do you give a damn so much?

“You and Lizzie used to be great friends.”

“We were until she stole you away from me.”

You had to scoff at that, you just had to until she eyed you in a way that has no emotion. “I’m sorry, but technically… That isn’t her fault. I chose to be with her.”

“Why her?” Asked Scarlett while her arms are crossed on her chest.

“She was there for me and fixed what you have damaged.”

You just watch her faintly nod, agreeing with you, and sat down on the floor – looking so lifeless that it enjoys you to watch her like this. She whispers, “I’m a dickhead. I come back to you, begging for your love, but I’ve hurt you so much in the past that you could never come back to me.”

“We don’t deserve each other,” You added quietly – she nodded.

“I guess so, but we’re both in love with each other. And I can’t let you go.”

“I get that,” You don’t know why you understand but you do – so deeply that it was already concerning. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, if there was something that you wanted from me and never had it.”

“It wasn’t entirely your fault, It’s all me.”

Damn right it was all you.

“Heh,” You chuckled most to yourself and played with your fingers, focusing on how your nails were chipped. You have this habit of biting your nails and it’s not making you feel good but, it’s how you kind of cope especially whenever you’re going through a rough time. Scarlett knows that.

“I really am in love with you,” It came out of a whisper but you can hear it so clearly – you didn’t have to ask again. “I want to fix what I have damaged. I know you still hate me and all, but I’m trying here. Give me that chance, please?”

You hated it when she pleaded.

“No matter how much you’ll fix the damage, that memory of me seeing you with another woman will not be forgotten. I’m going to have to carry that as if it’s a child, Scarlett. It’s not going to be easy because every time I look into your eyes, I just see so much hatred.”

Her eyes began to water and clasped her shaking hands, trying to calm herself down. Bringing her clasped hands onto her forehead, whispering in such a broken voice: “I left you. I left you all alone, and I regret that so much. But, there’s nothing I can do but to be better.”

“...And I want to do that with you, Y/N. I want to show you that I will get better and fix this relationship.”

She takes a few steps near you, still looking at your eyes with so much pain and sincerity. You couldn’t believe it when your body joined hers and it felt like home again. She gladly hold you, her arms that were wrapped around you made you feel som lightly comfortable and her kissing your hair made you think that somehow this relationship could work again.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you with every bit of me.”

“I love you too, Scarlett.”

You felt her smile and kissed your head again lovingly.

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She made love to you for 3 days. In those 3 days, it was blissful. It was like, unwrapping a gift that was so special to your heart; you melted. Scarlett didn’t break her words, she took care of you. Meaning by taking care, the woman effortlessly cooked for you, asked you constantly how you are, giving you the warmest kisses and cuddles whenever you need them. You haven’t traced your mind to Elizabeth throughout those 3 days, it was just you and Scarlett. In a house that was filling up with good memories.

Now, you’re sitting at the same table with her – eating cereal. While you were taking a spoonful of cheerios, you hear the woman ask:

“I forgot to mention that you have a lovely home.”

You chuckled, for real this time. “Yeah?” You watch her nod and reply, “Mhm, very cozy. I know you designed this whole thing, it’s very you.”

Your house was quite minimalistic. The whole color board was orange, blue, and gold. The couches that you picked were curved and the dining table was made out of wood – especially the chairs that you have bought which are a bench. There was a large gold lamp that was in the corner of the living room which gives a whole point of the view. You can say you’re a good designer yourself.

“Well, I am an interior designer, am I?”

Nodding, she replied: “The best one out there.”

Scarlett loves complimenting you, even though you get sick of it sometimes because it was way too much. But, she would just kiss you away and touch you the way she always knew how. You earned a chuckle from your ex-wife and stood up, making her way towards you as she bents down a little to give a peck on your lips.

“I love you,” She says onto your closed lips until you smiled at her, genuinely. You replied, “I love you too.”

As soon as you’re about to make out with her, a ringing from your phone came through the room. Of course, you have to take it. So you gave an apologetic look at your ex-wife and she sat back down on the bench, watching you grab your phone from the couch. She noticed how your expression changed the second you grabbed your phone.

“It’s Elizabeth.” You breathed out.

“Oh.”

You picked up, hearing a heart-wrenching voice from the woman that you thought you loved.

“I’m sorry for leaving you like that, I didn’t know how to react so I left. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much… I’m sorry, god I’m so stupid for leaving you like that. I’m on my way to your house right now.”

Your eyes widen at her sudden confession and looked back at Scarlett, knowing she heard it too. She gulped and stood up from the bench, walking towards you as she softly pats you on the back.

“Liz, I don’t think it’s the right time–”

“I’m almost there, we haven’t fully broken up, right? So we’re still together? Please? I have to go right now, okay? I love you, see you there.”

“Lizzie, wait!” Before you knew it, she hung up. You looked terrified and saw how Scarlett’s face was so pale. She wrapped her arms around you, kissing the back of your ear, whispering: “You know what to do. You know that you love me, so tell her that.”

“I need you there with me.” You brokenly whispered. She nodded, kissing your hair once again with tenderness.

“I’ll be there pretty girl, okay? You aren’t alone in this.”

You nodded frantically and pressed your head against her chest comfortably. Yes, you haven’t forgiven her and possibly it will take you a really long time to do that, but right at this moment – you love Scarlett and she loves you too. No matter how far you’ll run away from her, your body and heart know it’ll come back.

You will always choose her.

I hate myself.

Not even 15 minutes, the sound of the doorbell filled up your house and you got so anxious that you almost fainted on the spot. You walked towards the door, opening it, revealing Elizabeth who approached you, giving you a secure kiss on your lips – making you tumble back. Scarlett saw the scene and her jaw clenched, not knowing what kind of emotion she is showing but right now – it was jealousy.

“I’m so so sorry,” Elizabeth apologized to you breathlessly and holds your face between her hands softly. “I won’t do that again, I’ll never do that again. I love you so much.”

Her eyes suddenly faltered as she sees Scarlett who’s standing a few feet away from you and her. You closed your eyes and her hands suddenly dropped. When you opened them again, you saw how heartbroken she was from the scene.

“Lizzie…”

She helds up her hand to halt you from speaking and you instantly did, not wanting to disappoint her even more. Elizabeth looks at both of you and brokenly smiled with tears. Sniffling, she whispered: “And once again, you’re back with her. After everything she has put you through?”

You nodded, accepting the discouragement that she is slapping you through the face. Scarlett comes up behind you and puts her hand on your shoulder, giving you a look if you were okay.

Elizabeth scoffed.

Bad move.

“Thank you for loving me for a short period of time, Y/N,” She starts while opening the door behind her, looking at you for one last time. One last glace. Shaking her head, she continued: “I hope she’ll make you happier.”

When she walked out of that door, you and Scarlett went on full silence. You just sobbed there, regretting everything that you had with Elizabeth – in a good way. You wished you never kissed her or even hurt her like this, the woman never deserved it and you mostly blame yourself for the mess you have caused.

But you can’t help someone you love.

You just can’t.

Scarlett has been your wife for many years, it’s quite reasonable how you’re falling back into her arms; probably too toxic but you were in a marriage with someone who you fell for. And, the attachment, the memories, they were vividly fresh. It’s not something you can easily let go of, no matter how many months or years this is. You fell for her.

“I need to be alone, is that okay?” You kindly requested. She gives you a tight smile and kissed your temple softly, whispering that it was okay. You walked back inside your room and thought about the pros and cons of the relationship you’re about to fix with your ex-wife. Could you trust her again? Could you forgive her? Forgiving, maybe. Trust? Absolutely the fuck not.

But you’re still in love with Scarlett – in the deepest way possible, and that’s just something you can’t move on from.

At least.

[merakiui]

A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.