#and the comments made me realize people genuinely do not seem to remember that he is a professional comedian

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Something that is very important to remember about Game Changer and other Dropout game shows is that these are not game competitors trying to win a prize, they're professional comedians on a payroll doing improv and playing up their personas for the audience, usually with people that they both know personally and have worked with professionally for years.

[puckinghischier]

hi!! first off, i just want to say that i really love your work. i’m so so glad i found your blog. i just reblogged this quinn blurb of yours (which i’m obsessed with btw)

i was wondering if you’d ever be up to expanding on any of the aspects of it. for example; quinn seeing a guy flirt with you in the stands while he’s playing.. when the game was over what do you think that looks like? would say something to his girl and/or show her more with actions than words? or when he sees how excited she is to see him when he’s ready to head home is he just going to let it go? <- y’know like her smile’s able to erase damn near any negative feelings he’s having. playing on when you said about his girl being able to turn him to mush 🥹

✶₊˚⊹ apologies for the length of this.. when i get excited about something i tend to ramble. also, feel free to ignore this or keep it for later if you’d want. no worries either way ‹𝟹

oh i would absolutely love to expand on that

i don’t think he would dwell on it too much, honestly. because he does trust you and he knows that when you come to his games you’re watching nothing but him, but i think he would be a lil smug about it and the fact you never give them attention like you do him.

his eyes would find you as soon as he walks out of the locker room, ready to take you home and order a post game dinner while watching whatever series the two of you get sucked into on netflix.

you’d be talking to conor, just chatting casually, always having been close with him since you started dating quinn.

too distracted to realize he’s walking towards you, he walks up and engulfs you in a hug from behind.

“Q!!” you’d squeal, laughing as conor takes that as his cue to leave, saying a short goodbye and offering a small wave.

turning around in his arms, you come face to face with your slightly damp and scruffy looking boyfriend, loving his post-shower appearance after every game.

“enjoy the game?” he asks, admiring the joy on your face that only he seems to bring out.

“duh! you scored twice, how could i not?”

quinn’s ego inflates three sizes, remembering what spurred the second goal.

“oh, speaking of, who was your new friend tonight? sure you don’t want me to just buy out the seats next to you every game?” he’d only half joke, not letting you know he has genuinely thought about it before.

you rolled your eyes at him, swatting his chest. “just some chad, brad, or whatever else people name their overly confident, dickish sons.”

your words cause alarm bells in quinn’s brain, his tone suddenly turning serious. “what do you mean by ‘dickish’? did he get handsy? say something to you? do i need to make a call to make sure he never steps foot in this arena again?”

“no! no, nothing like that. he was harmless, just thought he could impress the pretty girl next to him with all kinds of hockey talk,” you’re quick to explain, watching quinn’s jaw visibly relax. “most of which he had wrong, by the way,” you continue. “but then he asked if i was here alone, and i told him no, that my boyfriend was on the ice, but he didn’t believe me. especially not when i told him it was you, the captain of the team.”

it was quinn’s turn to roll his eyes. people never tend to believe you when you tell them he’s your boyfriend, considering you two have kept your relationship decently private. if anything, they shouldn’t believe you’re his girlfriend, still shocked at how he managed to snag someone so out of his league.

“then, after you scored he made some stupid comment about ‘aren’t you going to congratulate your boyfriend?’ as if i had a direct line to you on the ice or something,” you kept explaining to him, causing him to recall the sour look on your face when he was watching you from the bench.

he kept seeing the man turn to you and make comments, figuring he was trying to get you to engage with him. you ignored him, though, giving him side glances every few minutes with a look of annoyance.

“but, after you came over and did your ‘sweetheart’ celly, he finally shut up and left me alone,” you giggled, referencing the goal celebration quinn coined for you. he’ll skate over to the glass where you sit, pretending to lick all five of his fingers as if he’s cleaning ‘sugar’ off of them, then points to you and draws a heart in the air before skating away with a wink.

quinn smiles in triumph, happy that his plan worked.

after watching the scene you just explained play out, he knew he needed an excuse to show some big display of affection so your seat mate would get the hint. so, he turned the dial up to ten and was taking every shot he could.

he hopes the glare he gave the man as he skated away from you was partially to thank, too. even though the second he saw your excitement-filled cheering for him, the man beside of you was (mostly) forgotten.

“well, i hope he realizes you only go for guys who can score both on and off the ice,” he winks down at you, knowing his choice of words was corny, but they succeeded in coaxing out the sweet sound of your laughter that he wanted needed to hear.

he loves knowing that you only get this giggly and carefree with him; knowing that he’s the one that gets to take you home each night. the security he feels in your relationship is unlike anything he’s ever known, blown away at how fully and wholly you love him, always hearing you tell everyone who will listen to you when you think he’s not paying attention.

even if he does manage to get grumpy and annoyed when people flirt with you during games or when you’re out with the team, he knows you never even give them the time of day. every time he catches himself staring daggers at someone, all he finds when he looks at you is your pretty eyes already trained on him, making him forget about any ill feelings he has harbored in his chest, just like tonight.

“alright, captain jealousy, let’s get home so we can eat, i’m starving. i was thinking sushi and gilmore girls, what do you think?” you suggest, grabbing his hand and starting the familiar trek to the car garage.

quinn groans, hating how much you love the annoying mother daughter duo, mentally preparing himself for the hours of torture ahead of him, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance of changing your mind.

[hypnobeauty]

A Chance Encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 3)

summary: a story about how you and Hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. part 1 / part 2 cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, angst, fluff, hyun is unsure of herself, pre-squid game, slice of life. a/n: hello! i'm back with another part. it is probably the biggest one so far. i wish they were my barbies and i could make them kiss. anyway! i have quite a bit of the story drafted, we'll probably get into the relationship next part. it is out of my control, i never imagined i'd write so many parts lol enjoy xx comments are always appreciated ♥ taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia - comment if you’d like to be tagged.

part 3. a door left open

the uber ride was awkward at first, the kind of silence where neither of you seemed to know where to start. hyun-ju sat stiffly beside you, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her gaze fixed firmly on the window. you could see her shoulders tense, and you thought about how tired she must be.

you decided to break the silence. “so, are you in pain? be honest.”

she turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “a little,” she admitted. “mostly just… tired.”

“that’s fair,” you said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “surgery’s no joke. i remember when my cousin had his wisdom teeth out—he tried to eat a cheeseburger the same day. ended up crying into his fries. don’t be like him.”

that earned a small giggle from her, and you took it as a good sign.

“you’re lucky i didn’t let ha-neul come with us,” you added, leaning in conspiratorially. “she would’ve pestered you with questions about your nose—she’s obsessed with noses right now. it’s been her only personality trait for weeks.”

this time, hyun-ju chuckled, soft but genuine. “what’s wrong with her nose?”

“nothing,” you said, grinning. “she just decided it’s not ‘cute’ enough. she almost picked one that would’ve made her look like michael jackson. i had to intervene.”

that got a laugh out of her—small, but real. “michael jackson?”

you nodded, feigning solemnity. “i told her, ‘ha-neul, your nose is fine. it’s perfect. no glitter gloves necessary.’ she almost went through with it anyway.”

hyun-ju laughed a bit more, finally relaxing a bit. the sound eased something in your chest.

“you’re good at this,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter now.

“at what?”

“making people feel comfortable.”

you shrugged, feeling a little shy. “oh. i just think it’s nice to be kind. and honestly? helping you was no big deal. it’s what anyone would do.”

“not anyone,” she said, looking at you for the first time since you got in the car.

*

when the uber pulled up to her building, you hopped out with her, offering to help her up to her apartment “do you need help getting upstairs?”

she shook her head firmly, already reaching for the door handle. “no, it’s fine. i can manage.”

“okay,” you said, “at least let me give you my number. if you need anything, just text me, okay?”

hyun-ju hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. you exchanged numbers, and she disappeared into her building while you climbed back into the car.

later that night, as she sat on her couch, her phone buzzed.

hey, it’s me. i hope you’re feeling better. please keep me updated, and don’t hesitate to ask for help. you deserve it too.

she read it almost immediately. you watched the little “read” notification appear at the bottom of the screen. but no reply came.

hyun stared at the message for a long time, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. she typed out a reply, then deleted it. typed another, then deleted that too. nothing felt right. nothing felt good enough. finally, she locked her phone and set it down,

*

as the uber pulled away from hyun-ju’s building, you leaned back in the seat, finally exhaling the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding. before you could fully settle, your phone buzzed in your pocket. ha-neul’s name lit up the screen.

“heeyy,” you answered, bracing yourself.

“what happened? you just disappeared! did i miss an emergency rhinoplasty?” her tone was playful but edged with curiosity.

you sighed. “no emergency. i just… ended up helping someone.”

“helping someone? who?”

you hesitated. “the woman from the waiting room. remember her, hyun-ju? she had just had surgery, and the clinic wouldn’t let her leave without someone to sign her out.”

there was a pause, then an incredulous laugh. “wait, so you ditched me for someone you barely know?”

“it wasn’t like that,” you said quickly. “she needed help, and no one else was there. i couldn’t just leave her.”

another pause, but this time, ha-neul’s tone softened. “you’re too nice for your own good, you know that?”

“maybe,” you admitted.

“and she’s pretty, isn’t she?” ha-neul’s teasing edge was back.

you laughed, flustered. “i mean… i guess? that’s not the point.”

there was a beat of silence on the line. then, she snorted. “well, i didn’t know you were into girls.”

“what?” you sputtered.

“oh, don’t act surprised. i knew it since that day,” she teased mercilessly.

“to be honest,” you admitted, “me neither.”

“oh my god, you are so into her! i knew it! since the first time we saw her, i knew something was up.”

“i’m not into her,” you said, though your voice didn’t sound as convincing as you’d hoped.

“sure, sure,” she said, dragging out the words. “you’re just playing knight in shining armor for no reason at all.”

you rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself. “goodbye, ha-neul.”

“oh, this isn’t over. i’m going to interrogate you later.”

you hung up with a laugh, shaking your head. from that day on, ha-neul teased you mercilessly—she found a way to always bring up hyun-ju, teasing you about how you’d never been so straightforward with anyone before, and even your friends got in on it after she spilled the story at dinner the following night.

the only problem? hyun-ju never replied.

*

you sent her a series of messages over the next week:

hey, how are you feeling today? let me know if you need anything.

i live close by—it’s no trouble at all.

two days later:

hey, stranger! ha-neul had her surgery today and looked worse than you, haha.

sorry, i didn’t mean to say you looked bad, just… well, bruised. are you okay?

hyun brought you up in therapy the following week, sitting across from her therapist—a kind, middle-aged woman who specialized in lgbtq+ mental health.

“i met someone,” hyun said hesitantly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

her therapist’s face lit up. “that’s wonderful, hyun-ju. tell me about her.”

“she’s… nice,” hyun said, struggling to find the words. “she helped me after my surgery. we talked a little. she’s funny.”

“and how do you feel about her?”

hyun hesitated, then shrugged. “i don’t know. it feels… weird. like, she sees me. as me. and that’s good, but it’s scary too.”

her therapist nodded thoughtfully. “it sounds like you’re afraid of being vulnerable.”

hyun wasn’t sure what to say, so her therapist continued. “are you planning to stay in touch with her?”

“i think so,” hyun said cautiously. “but it’s scary. what if i say the wrong thing? what if i ruin it?”

her therapist smiled gently. “relationships—friendships, too—are about taking risks. you don’t have to have all the answers or the perfect words. just being honest and showing up is enough.  let her in a little and see what happens.”

hyun left the session feeling lighter, more hopeful.

*

but when the messages from you kept coming, her anxiety crept back in.

each time her phone buzzed, she felt a pang of guilt. she typed out replies over and over, but nothing felt good enough. her fear of saying the wrong thing left her paralyzed, so she said nothing at all.

three days after the last message:

i’m starting to get worried, hyun-ju. just let me know if you’re fine.

another day:

i pass by your building every day on my way to work. should i stop by?

and finally:

hey, hyun-ju. did something happen? sorry if i came on too strong—i was genuinely worried about you.

i can see you’re reading these, but you never reply… i get it. i’ll leave you alone now. sorry if i made you uncomfortable.

after that, the chat stayed silent. when she received your last message, guilt and regret gnawed at her. she wanted to scream. to hit something. to do anything but face the truth: she had let fear win again.

in her next therapy session, when the doctor asked about you, hyun-ju lied.

“it… didn’t work out,” she said quickly, not meeting her therapist’s eyes. “she probably realized we’re too different.”

the therapist gave her a kind smile but didn’t press further. “that’s okay, hyun-ju. not every connection works out. what matters is that you tried, and you allowed yourself to open up, even if only for a moment.”

hyun-ju nodded, but her stomach churned. she couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth—that she hadn’t replied to a single message.

*

you stared at the chat for a long time after sending that last message. the little grey avatar beside her name felt cold, distant—you wished she had a profile pic. your own days moved forward, though you found yourself thinking of her often. you reread your messages to her, trying to pinpoint where you’d gone wrong. even ha-neul, who had teased you endlessly at first, stopped mentioning her after seeing how the silence weighed on you.

life went on. but hyun-ju had awakened in you feelings you had never taken seriously before and now you couldn’t help feeling like something had been left unresolved.

*

a month later, you were standing in line at your favorite café, eyes scanning the pastry display as you tried to choose something to pair with your cappuccino.

unbeknownst to you, at a table near the window, hyun-ju sat with her notebook, calculating the cost of her next procedure. she sipped her coffee absentmindedly, the barista’s voice barely registering as they called out a name—your name.

her pen froze mid-stroke. it wasn’t a common name. could it really be you? as she told herself it wasn’t, she heard your laugh, warm and unmistakable. her head snapped up, and there you were, joking with the barista as they handed you a cup and a paper bag.

hyun-ju stared, her heart pounding. you thanked them and turned toward the door, completely unaware of her. her legs moved before her mind could catch up. one moment she was sitting; the next, she was standing in front of you, her hand gripping your arm.

you had just reached the door when you felt a hand on your arm and a soft voice behind you saying your name. you turned, startled, and found yourself in front of her.

“can w—can we talk?” she asked, her voice low but firm. “please.”

you looked up from her hand—her nails were painted a soft blush pink and you made a mental note to ask her what nail polish it was—, and that familiar floral scent reached your nose. her expression was a mix of hope, fear, and determination.

face-to-face with hyun-ju, you smiled softly. “of course.”

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about John Price being a big name in the porn industry not just for his dashing looks but also for the amazing chemistry that he has with his coworkers.

Despite the varied types of content that he makes, Price is mostly known for his facials and even cream pies videos. Price is good at his job, knows how to make the viewer feel engaged in the scene and he knows how to pull a genuine reaction from his costars, unlike the majority of people in the industry.

But recently he’s noticed the declines in views, different types of comments complaining that he’s just making the same old type of videos and even a few news sources saying he’s been swapped out for someone much younger.

All it takes is one click on some run into the ground new source to find out who exactly has come to take his place, only to see that it’s you who’s much younger than him, said to have a much more varied content and with a good amount of views for someone who just started out in the industry.

The curiosity in him hadn’t found peace until he had found out what exactly made your content different from his. Porn is porn isn’t it?

However he’d quickly realized what made your content different when he’d watched a video, matter of fact, multiple videos showing men pinned under your weight as you bully your cock into their holes, men down on all four taking your cock down their throats or with your head buried between their thighs as they scream and sob from pleasure.

Price doesn’t know why but something in him made him contact his manager and request a collaboration with you.

It could be for his decline in views. It could be because he thought he needed something new, something he hadn’t shown his audience before or it could be for the way his cock twitched in attention when watching your videos.

He didn’t think he’d get a yes, pacing back and forth while nervously chewing on his bottom lip only to almost jump in happiness when he received the text saying you had agreed to collaborate with him.

However any trace of happiness disappeared when he’d received the script, because something Price hadn’t expected was to bottom in the scene, yet it said so in the script and for a second he hesitated. Price hasn’t ever bottomed before, neither on nor off camera. He should’ve realized this could happen, since you were the top in all of your videos. But he’d gotten ahead of himself, forgotten about the possibility that this could happen.

For whatever reason Price agrees to do the collab anyway, tells himself he can do it, at least to save his career.

The day of your shoot he’s nervous like he’s never been before, rereading the script over and over, constantly glancing at himself in the mirror, even going as far as praying in hopes that he won’t mess this up.

When he meets you he’s taken by surprise once again. You’re ever so charismatic, shaking his hand and giving him the very same dazzling smile you’d given the camera lens while cumming all over someone’s face.

Price thinks he can do it, takes a deep breath as he lays down onto the sheets, only to swallow hard while you crawl up to him.

He’s sure he almost faints when you grab his chin with your thumb and index “hey hey breathe” you say loud enough for him to hear but not enough for the camera to pick up on it.

There’s a flash of surprise on his face before he does as you say and slowly but surely a bit of that tension bleeds away.

“Good good” you say with a small smile on your face while leaning into his ear, gently nibbling on it before whispering “You tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything and I’ll stop immediately alright?”

Price almost laughs. You’re the rookie here yet you’re making him seem like one but somehow he doesn’t mind it, feels butterflies in his stomach as he nods his head in response.

It all turns into a bit of a blur from there. He remembers you placing kisses all over his body, remembers his dick hard and weeping before you granted him a moment of relief, even how your velvety tongue felt buried between his legs. But what lays engraved in his mind is when he had straddled your lap, hands shaking as they adjusted their grip on your chest and thighs quaking as he lined your cockhead up with his entrance.

“Come on John, show me how well you can take my cock yeah?” You say voice breathy and strained, reading a direct line from the script while desperately trying not to buck up into him.

“Ah fuck!” He cries out, head lolling back and eyes squeeze shut as he feels your tip push past his puckered rim

“God just- just like that pretty” you manage to say through gritted teeth, thumb soothingly caressing his hip while eagerly drinking up ever small reaction he gives.

“Feels feels so- so full” he whines out as he continues to take inch by inch, completely forgetting about the cameras on him along with every line in the script.

When you finally bottom out, he’s got fat tears trickling down his cheek, bottom lip wobbling as whines and whimper escape his lips.

“There you are sweetheart” you say, going off script, as your hand cups his cheek, calloused thumb stroking his flushed skin.

In that very moment Price realizes why you’re as popular as you are. It’s not for the varied type of content that you make, it’s not for the men you got pinned under your weight but rather because of how considerate and caring you are towards your partners.

Slowly but surely he starts moving, hips setting a steady pace and with each thrust he feels jolts of pleasure coursing through his body

Fuck, why hasn’t he done this before?

It feels so fucking good, he thinks to himself but realizes he’d said out loud when you respond to him,

“Feels good yeah? Just like that pretty” you grunt out “make yourself cum on my cock”you say once again reading a line from the script and in that very moment Price remembers the two of you are actually doing a scene and not just fucking.

He’d allowed himself to get lost in pleasure but for whatever reason the director didn’t seem to mind it, if anything the director seemed to like it going by the big smile on his face as he watched Price practically bounce on your cock.

Price scours his brain for the lines he’s supposed to say, but all he can think about is how your cockhead is pressing onto the ball of nerves over and over again.

“Please please-“ he slurs out, eyes squeezing shut as blunt nails dig into your skin. Despite being lost in bliss he can’t help but notice how you’ve even got him begging, something he also hasn’t done before and if he wasn’t in the position that he was in, he’d actually laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me” you say, as if already knowing what he’s waiting for and before he knows of it, he’s tipping over the edge, buckets of sweat pouring down his spine, and ropes of cum spurting all over your abdomen.

As he slumps down next to you in the bed he can’t help but realize that you’d even made him cum without actually touching him.

Many firsts in one night, Price thinks to himself.

Needless to say there were many collabs after that and Price was more than happy to bottom in every single one.

[kiame-sama]

Cupid's Arrow- (Yandere!Rook x Reader)

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere rook, stalking, predator/prey dynamic, Rook is canonically 18 so don't come at me sideways, reader is 18+, invasion of privacy, Rook is an absolute creep, gross Rook, obsessive yandere, drugging, non-con cuddling,

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Love is blind.

Rook heard this saying many times, but if love is blind, then so too is Cupid. A blind huntsman would need to be quite skilled to be able to take down prey. Still, it seemed Cupid has fired an arrow right through Rook's heart and he couldn't be more thrilled. Beauty came in so many forms it was almost impossible to quantify, but the beauties in Rook's life were beyond what words could do justice.

Rook's favorite way to commemorate those he found beautiful was through a sort of collection. From pictures, to items, to whatever he could get his hands on, Rook needed to collect mementos of such beauty. Luckily for Rook, his most recent quarry was a beautiful ray of sunshine that he loved to stand in the radiance of. From having a genuine heart of gold in a school of poisonous and bitter people, to the pure affection shown towards those his beloved loved, everything they did made his heart skip. Sure, he didn't like when that smile was directed at anyone other than himself, but who would he be to deny such a wonderful person their happiness?

Even now, Rook admired the beauty that was his beloved enraptured within dreams and deep in the bliss of sleep. He couldn't help but take countless photos, trying to get all of your cute expressions in the memory of his phone. More memories for him to print out and place in the photo album he has lovingly crafted for his secret paramour. Sure, you may not realize it now, but Rook knew you would come around to his thinking and eventually accept him and his devout worshipping.

For the time being, Rook would have to satisfy his desires in other ways until that blessed moment you notice your loyal huntsman for the lover he can be. This meant that the vice-housewarden was breaking curfew to appease his ever growing cravings to know more about you. He wanted to know your touch, take in your warm and unique scent, feel how well you fit in his arms. All of it. Rook wanted it all.

Of course, you were trusting despite the hunter that stalked your waking and sleeping hours. When the huntsman came to you late at night and offered you a drink he had made rather 'special' for you, you happily gulped it down with no hesitation. Rook would never forget the way you licked your lips and caught the spare drops as they tried to escape your pink tongue. Of the several morally questionable things Rook had put in your drink, the sleeping potion was the most potent and it didn't take long until he was helping you into bed.

He was lucky he convinced Epel to take Grim for the evening for some studying, leaving you without your typical companion. This meant Rook could get closer to you than he ever had prior and you would be free for him to hold as you slept off the dubious drink.

He was simply glad you didn't question how long it took for him to make this drink for you, that and the fact the ghosts weren't around to witness his depravity. The sleeping potion wasn't all he laced your drink with, and he will certainly remember watching you gulp it down for countless sleepless nights to come. There was no way he would admit to how he almost moaned when you commented on how delicious it was. He would happily make you as many special drinks as you wanted and he certainly looked forward to watching you drink them.

Now he could simply slide into the bed next to you, holding your soft figure against his own. You felt perfect in his arms, laying your head on his bicep and cuddling into his chest for the warmth that rolled off of him. He had happily helped you change into your sleep clothes before discarding his own clothes minus the boxers he wore. Despite how much he wanted to indulge in his most beautiful love and feel the warmth of your bare flesh against his own, he was going to try and restrain himself. After all, the hunt was almost as much fun as the reward.

Your figure was so soft against his chest he almost forgot he was not supposed to stay in your bed with you. You had not technically invited him into your bed and would likely be unhappy if you woke with the hunter next to you. He would have to move himself to the worn couch at the far side of the room before he allowed himself to succumb to sleep. Rook anticipated the ear-full he was going to get from Vil about leaving Pomefiore in the middle of the night, but the experience he was currently having was worth it all. You needn't know the things he willingly sacrificed for you or the way Cupid had pieced through his heart with endless love for you, all he needed was the warmth of your body against his and the ever soft places he could now put his hands.

For now, it was enough for Rook. He was a hunter and he knew how to be patient, after all. Soon he would pierce your heart with a golden arrow the same way Cupid had pierced his- and if you didn't accept his love, it would be quite the literal arrow- so he could finally call you all his own.

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

word count: 4k

pairing: protective!sweet!rafe cameron x recovering!drug addict!reader

warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-“ Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

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Jegumas Day Eleven - Colored Lights

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@noblehouseofgay

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Regulus wasn’t used to celebrating Christmas. Not like this - with joy and laughter and warmth. No, he was more used to stiff family dinners and sharp remarks about how he was dressed. He was used to silence and forced, polite smiles.

So sometimes - even though he was grateful to be with the Potters, grateful to be somewhere safe, grateful to be with his brother and with James and to have the chance to exist somewhere he didn’t have to be perfect all the time - sometimes it all felt a bit overwhelming.

Which led him to where he was now - sitting on the staircase, in the middle of the night. Just taking in the silence. Because sometimes, Regulus was learning, he really did need that. He needed space to breathe and moments where he didn’t have anything to be listening to or reacting to. Moments where no one was watching him.

He registered that there was someone behind him half a second before that person also realized that Regulus was there, and there was a quiet curse as that person tried not to trip over him.

Regulus winced as James stumbled around him, his hand slamming into the wall as he missed the last step.

“Holy shit - Regulus? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Regulus replied, almost in a whisper. “Sorry.”

James straightened up, and Regulus thought he might have shaken his head, but it was too dark for him to be sure. “No, you’re okay. Did I scare you?”

Regulus had been too surprised to be scared, really. “No.” Then, because it was very possible, he asked, “Did I scare you?”

“You really fucking did,” James admitted, and Regulus laughed. After a second, James laughed with him, moving to sit next to him on the step. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Regulus shrugged, and then remembered that James might not be able to see him shrugging. “I don’t know. I just like the quiet.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” Regulus replied, and he was only a little surprised to learn that it was true. “No. You can stay.”

“Alright,” James said. “Thanks.”

Regulus sort of expected James to start talking, because that’s what James did. He talked about everything, to everyone. He was charismatic and genuinely interested in the people around him. He had a gift for making everyone feel important - he remembered little details and names and birthdays and pulled everyone into the conversation, making them feel included.

But James wasn’t talking now. He was just sitting quietly in the dark, existing next to Regulus. And slowly, as Regulus realized that James wasn’t going to start talking - wasn’t going to ask questions or make comments or otherwise ask for Regulus’s attention - he started to relax.

It was nice, having someone with him. Just sitting together in the quiet. It felt calm. It felt easy in a way that not many things ever had.

“How do you do it?” Regulus spoke before he realized he was going to. “All - all of this.”

James shifted, but not enough to be looking at him, and Regulus was grateful for that. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always giving,” Regulus clarified. “You always have so much energy, and you know what to do and what to say. It’s like you just fit. You fit, and Sirius fits, and everyone - everyone seems to fit and have a place here and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to fit.”

“I don’t think it’s something you have to do,” James replied quietly. “I think it just happens. Before you were here, you were missing. Now you’re here, and you’re not missing anymore. You’re here, and you’re wanted. And you have a place here, Reg - a place that’s all yours. It was reserved for you and it’s made for you, and you can’t ever lose it. You’ll always have it, no matter what.”

The words made Regulus feel warm, even if he wasn’t entirely sure how to process them yet. “That sounds nice.”

“I’m glad.” There was a smile in James’s voice, somehow. It made Regulus smile, too. “How are you liking the holidays?”

His smile faltered. “They’re nice, too.”

James laughed a little. “You don’t sound so sure.”

“No, they are,” Regulus protested. “Really. They’re very - um, it’s all very - it’s just very bright, here. Everything is very bright, and happy, and, um - nice. It’s nice.” Regulus winced, hoping he hadn’t just offended the most easy-going person on Earth.

“You know that you don’t have to like everything here, right?”

The question felt ever so slightly like a trap. Of course Regulus liked it here, he was grateful to be here. It was here or there, after all, and no matter how overwhelming here might be, it was still infinitely better than there. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I know it’s different,” James didn’t sound offended, but Regulus wasn’t sure yet. “And maybe it feels like a lot to deal with. It’s okay if you’re a bit overwhelmed, or you need more space, or if you miss the quiet you used to have. I know there isn’t a lot of quiet here.”

Regulus blinked a few times, swallowing hard. “You think that I miss them?”

The words - his own words, but still - stung. It was an implication, maybe. He didn’t miss them. He didn’t want to go back, he wasn’t weak enough to believe that his parents had actually loved him. He knew better.

He knew better, he did. He didn’t miss them. “I don’t,” Regulus insisted, though James hadn’t answered. “I don’t miss them. I’m here, I got out, and I’m not stupid enough to go back. They’d kill me for it, and I’m not stupid.”

The words fell between them. A little too loud, a little too sharp.

James’s words, in contrast, were all soft and round. Gentle. “No one thinks you’re stupid, Reg. I promise.”

Which wasn’t true. Regulus knew it wasn’t true, because he thought he was a bit stupid, and he was pretty sure Sirius thought so, too. Because Regulus had been in that house. He’d lived in that house his entire life. And yet, somehow, he’d still believed they could love him.

And if that wasn’t stupid, he didn’t know what it was.

“Do you want to do something with me?”

The question pulled Regulus out of his head for a moment. “Like what?”

“I want to show you something,” James answered. “If you’re okay with it. But it’s outside, so you might want to put on warm clothes.”

He didn’t even have to think about it. “Okay. Sure.”

“Great,” James said, and then he was standing. “Meet me back here in five minutes?”

“Okay,” Regulus said, and then he was moving.

Five minutes later - fully dressed and a little anxious - Regulus met James at the bottom of the stairs. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“No, you’re good,” James replied. “Alright, ready?”

“Yeah,” Regulus said, and maybe it was true, or maybe he just wanted it to be. But either way, when James opened the front door, he stepped through it.

James took his hand, and Regulus was grateful for the dark because it hid his smile, and for a while they just walked.

“What is that?” Regulus whispered, lifting his free hand to point to a house completely lit up for Christmas. There were colorful lights all over the roof and light-up reindeer in the yard. “Are they having a party?”

If they were, it was a very quiet party. Maybe it was over now and they hadn’t cleaned up yet.

“Not tonight,” James replied. “Those are their Christmas decorations. Most people here don’t have them up yet, but a few do. I thought you might like them.”

“It’s not Christmas, though,” Regulus commented. He watched the lights, a little enamored with the way they looked against the night sky.

“It’s never too early to celebrate.” James squeezed his hand a little. “And I thought it might be good to show you this part of the holidays. The quiet part, you know? Things like Christmas lights.”

The quiet part.

Regulus considered that. It was very quiet - standing here with James, looking at the colorful lights that someone had put up. No one was watching him. There were no expectations, no stress.

And yet, it was still something. He was still doing something, with someone.

“Show me more?” Regulus asked.

“Yeah,” James replied, matching his volume. “Come on, this way.”

They kept walking, hand in hand. James seemed to know where he was going, and Regulus trusted James not to get them lost. They didn’t talk much. Regulus was grateful for it.

There was a small flicker of excitement every time they approached a new house. Curiosity, and joy, and a smile that Regulus couldn’t get rid of.

Everything was so pretty. It was colorful and charming and quiet. It was just existing.

The lights weren’t subtle - they were bright and sometimes breathtaking and generally very impressive. But Regulus wouldn’t have known about them at all if James hadn’t shown him. And that felt right to him - that something could exist quietly, and yet still be amazing and important. It made him feel like maybe he could exist quietly, and still be important. Maybe he could exist in his way, and still have a place in all of the holiday celebrations.

“I kind of miss them,” Regulus admitted at some point, staring at what might have been the tenth or the fourteenth house. “I know they’re awful and horrible and they don’t love me. But sometimes I miss them anyway. Sometimes I miss knowing where everything is and how everything works, even if everything was kind of awful.”

“It’s okay to miss them,” James replied. “It’s valid. You left a whole lifestyle behind, Reg, it makes sense that there are some things you miss about it.”

Regulus nodded, something easing inside of him. “I like the Christmas lights.”

“Oh?” James said, and there was something teasing there. “Are they nice, too?”

Regulus laughed, rolling his eyes. “Shut up. They’re nice. Quiet, you know? I feel like I can just - I don’t know. Like maybe I can just observe for a minute, and feel however I feel, and there’s no pressure to smile and be happy.”

“That’s good,” the other boy replied. “And you don’t ever have to be happy, you know. Not here. You can be whatever you want.”

“What if I want to be sad?” Regulus asked. He didn’t, really, but he was curious. “Would you let me be sad?”

“If you need to be sad, then be sad. And I’ll make you hot chocolate and remind you that when you’re done being sad, it’s okay to be happy, too. It’s okay to be anything.”

“Oh.” Regulus took a deep breath, adjusting to that. Anything. He could be anything. “Will you show me the lights tomorrow night?”

James raised their linked hands, pressing a soft kiss to Regulus’s skin. “I’ll show you the lights every night if that’s what you want. Eventually, the whole street will be lit up.”

“I’d like that,” Regulus admitted, flushing warm.

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” James promised, and Regulus believed it.

It felt right - it felt like he belonged here. Here, looking at the lights, with a slight chill in the air and James’s hand in his.

It felt like maybe he’d found his place.

[raysrays]

Professor! Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader

TW: Student/Professor Relationship, suggestive themes

-Comment if there are any other Hashira you’d like me to write about!

History was a required course for your college major, and while it wasn't your favorite, it certainly wasn't the worst. The workload was manageable, and your peers were fine. However, what made the course truly interesting was the professor, Kyojuro Rengoku, a master of history.

He always seemed to be in a good mood, radiating positivity, complimented with an extremely loud demeanor 24/7. Despite this, his happy-go-lucky attitude was one of the reasons you bothered showing up to class.

More often than you'd like to admit, you found yourself captivated by him rather than the material he presented on the blackboard behind him. Something about his white button-up shirt fitting snugly against his tall, muscular frame was incredibly captivating. You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat whenever he glanced your way. Perhaps it was just your imagination, but it always seemed like his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer than the others.

Surely not. It's most likely just your imagination. While you do enjoy school, you've always made an attempt not to stand out too much. So why would Professor Rengoku have any reason to look your way?

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Suddenly, you notice him standing in front of you, looking concerned. You snap out of your trance and glance around the classroom, seeing the empty desks. Class is already over?

You scramble to your feet, trying to put all your things back into your bag. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I must have dozed off. I'll get out of your way in just a moment." The embarrassment overwhelms you. There you were, just thinking about him, and now he's caught you daydreaming.

In the midst of your desperate attempt to pack your notebooks back into your bag, you notice him place his hand on top of yours, stopping you.

"Slow down, Y/n. Just calm down. There's no need to get all flustered. I was simply checking on you to make sure you were alright!" He smiles reassuringly.

Suddenly, you feel your heartbeat slowly calming down, and your body feels more relaxed. He wasn't angry or put off. That's good. You raise your head to meet his eyes, and to your surprise, you weren't met with his usual happy smile; this time, you see a genuine concerned look on his face. You were shocked.

"Is everything okay lately, Y/n? I've noticed you've been slightly lacking in class lately, but I didn't think it was necessary to say anything until now. Are you not feeling alright?" His voice was quieter, and his tone sincere. This wasn't the Professor Rengoku you were used to at all.

It was true you hadn't been at the top of your game lately when it came to school, but not anything a professor with hundreds of students would ever notice. Or so you thought.

"I really am sorry, Professor. I've just been a little not myself lately. I promise I'll get back on track soon."

His concerned look turns back into his usual kind smile.

“That’s great to hear! You are a wonderful student! I look forward to getting to see you everyday-“ he stops himself he looking a little nervous. He said more than he was supposed to.

You noticed his hand his still on top on yours. Did he mean it? He looked forward to seeing you? Why?

He must have also noticed because he pulled his hand back standing up straight. You noticed a small blush on his cheeks.

“I apologize, I shouldn’t have said something that could be misinterpreted as unprofessional. I just mean you are a great student and I really enjoy lecturing to people who appreciate it.” He laughed nervously trying to cover up what he had just said.

The realization of the situation finally hit you, did professor Rengoku really like you? I mean he can notice you aren’t feeling your best but he always asks the poor boy that sits up at the front of the class what his name is because he can’t remember.

“Is that really all it is?” You ask with a small grin on your face. Where did this confidence come from? You’ve always considered him to be attractive but you never really thought it would go anywhere.

He looks a little taken aback by the question his smile looking a little unsure now. He glances down at his wrist watch. It’s almost time for his next lecture.

“Y/n I’d hate to let one of my students fall behind perhaps you should stay after class next week and we should try and catch you up.” He looked back at you hopeful.

Staying after class with professor Rengoku… you’re really not even that far behind. But now you starting to wonder if you can get something more out of him than just notes.

“Yes I’ll stay after. I appreciate the offer.” Your voice sounds a little more flirty than before.

He takes notice of this and nods. “Great! I look forward to it.” You couldn’t help but notice to shift in his tone as well.

you guess you didn’t mind playing teachers pet. Now that you know it’s not just some hopeless fantasy.

Staying after class with professor Rengoku. This should be fun.

[bwat5-blog]

I just saw your post about Vander and Sevika and wanted to know whether you had any other thoughts about her mindset/intentions thru the show. Bc I think a lot of ppl rely on the idea of she was the one actually fighting for zaun and perhaps a compromise between Vander and Silco's ideologies. But that never sat completely right with me bc as you said she is complicit in Silco's distribution of shimmer and obvs didn't care for kids like Vi. We see her frustration I guess growing toward the end of season 1 with Silco and I assume she joined him/betrayed Vander genuinely believing that Silco was gonna do right by Zaun (rather than the safe but passive actions she maybe saw in Vander) but it just seemed a bit of switch up between her being Silco's right hand to then being perceived as the only one fighting for Zaun (when really that title definitely is reserved for the Firelights and Ekko). Sorry this is a long comment but I'm really interested in your take and love your stuff

Hi! Thank you for reaching out.

I believe she really thought that by betraying Vander and joining Silco she was fighting for Zaun. But like so many characters she lost her way.

Sevika was around twenty-seven years old at the time of the bridge massacre, after which Vander stopped fighting. So for six years she stayed with his crew even though he had given up the fight in favor of the deal he made with Greyson and peace in favor of freedom.

She was young and in her prime when she joined him

She grew up under Piltover's oppression

She is clearly angry

It isn't hard to see how she was swayed to the side of a charismatic leader like Silco. He promised to continue the fight, massing weapons and men, and preached strength and destruction of your enemies. But unfortunately I think she really became more of a gangster than anything during her time with Silco.

For me I just cannot see the argument that she was serving the people of Zaun in any fashion with the part she played in Silco's shimmer operations. Let alone her role as his feared right hand in the overall criminal organization. We of course don't have specifics. But the Firelights are directly opposing Silco, and I sincerely doubt that mural got filled up by Jinx and corrupt Enforcers alone.

Regarding the kids, while of course those are just individual character on character relationships, when it comes to Sevika I have always viewed them as a very clear representation of how like Silco, she totally lost her way. She is so passionate about defending the people when she talks, but even if they were never close she is directly involved in harming the exact sort of people she should have been defending.

*Side Note:

I was reminded of this moment earlier and it feels worth mentioning. So in season two I'm sure you remember Jinx and Isha have been living happily until Sevika comes and starts insisting Jinx get involved. Later when Isha is taken Jinx has her bad moment. This is Sevika's face as its happening-

I have touched on this more than once but it always bugged me how callous Sevika seemed to the damage done to Powder until Powder became Jinx and so on. I think in this moment Sevika is FINALLY seeing the real the depth of suffering Jinx has experienced in her life after all she went through.

Back to it!-

I think once Silco is gone and she has to start figuring it out for herself is when she really starts to see the light. Without Silco to keep them in line the Barons turn on each-other and start destroying Zaun. She tries to reason with them and realizes they don't respond to that. The very monster she helped create and unleash cannot be swayed. She even finds herself repeating Vander's creed, "we don't turn on our people".

She is forced to reckon with the fact that she betrayed Vander and did things Silco's way, and it has gone terribly wrong. So what does she start doing if it doesn't always work?

1. Having a rally for unity

2. Leading from the front in battle even along side Piltover

3. Sitting on the council itself as Zaun's voice and doing the hard work of creating peace through diplomacy rather than bloodshed

Peace and Action both. The middle of the two extremes Vander and Silco came to represent. So was she a compromise between them? Eventually.

Sorry this was long. But all in all I feel like she slowly began to see how badly she screwed up and starts working to fix things. Eventually becoming what she always wanted to be and speaking for her people.

I hope this was what you were wondering and I didn't ramble too much I'm tired lol. I really appreciate the questions!

[bunnakit]

last twilight e2 thoughts feelings etc

As always, I'm just some dude on the internet. I could be way off base with some of this but I just think it's fun to think about. Night asking Mhok to make him a cup of coffee was very interesting. Mhok is not there as a general staff, cook, etc. He's there to help Day and only Day and Night is fully capable of making himself a cup of coffee. Curious if this is a hint at Night helping himself to things intended for Day, coveting things Day has, etc. It definitely didn't feel like a throw away action.

I appreciate Porjai very, very gently reprimanding Mhok for being nosy in cleaning up Day's room. It was a bit of a misstep for Mhok and he needed to know that. It's important to let us disabled people ask for help when we need it and not assume we always need help. While the state of Day's room was very likely a concern for safety reasons and general health he should have been asked at the very least if it should or could be cleaned. It's not unlike grabbing the handles of someone's wheelchair and pushing them when they didn't ask to - You don't know what Day has a system for, you don't know what paths he's memorized, or even what obstacles he may have set up for himself intentionally to guide himself to different parts of the room. While it seems difficult for Day to ask for help it is something he's going to have to get accustomed to and he will with time, jumping in and making changes without his consent robs him of more of his already so very scarce agency he's been allowed.

Aon telling Day he needs to be patient and learn to talk to sighted people is huge. I made a post last week about my favorite thing being Day's anger and this is absolutely true, however, it can be so very easy to wallow in your grief and anger if you let yourself. It's important for Day to be angry, it's important for him to be impatient, but it's also important for him to push past those things and grow. Day needs to reevaluate his interpersonal interactions, he needs to relearn how to socialize especially without social queues from body language (something we often process subconsciously and take for granted.) All Day has now to go off of is voice inflection and his own critical thinking skills. He's going to have to be patient with people, he's going to have to adjust, and he's going to have to give Mhok a genuine chance. It's easy to isolate yourself when you're disabled, far too easy, and it's so much harder and scarier to try.

In the same vein as my first comment, the fumbled eye drops scene is so important, I loved it so much. It's Day realizing his limitations, coming to terms with them, and accepting that he needs help - he can't do everything on his own and that's okay, there are people there to help him if he just asks. And Mhok just does it. He doesn't make him feel silly or stupid or feeble, he just looks for the eye drops and hands them over. It's not A Thing, it's not anything more than just helping someone. It's easy, and it should be.

The Boob Grab sure is something. I did not know Jimmy was built like that. I'll talk more about this later.

"Living alone in a small fish tank is lonely, right?"

Oh fuck me UP. Living alone in this tiny bedroom is lonely, isn't it Day?

"Goldfish have a short memory. It can't be lonely."

Perhaps the goldfish's memory is so short because no one has ever taken the time to stick around. No one was worth remembering. And maybe the goldfish wishes he remembered some things less.

The fish is dying, suffocating in it's own filth and loneliness, suffocating from a lack of consideration and care. But suddenly the goldfish goes outside, it breathes fresh air, smells the blooming jasmine, and suddenly it doesn't feel like it's suffocating anymore. Things are a little clearer - not literally but it no longer feels like it's swimming through a miasma. (The goldfish is Day, btw.)

FUCK. ME. UP. I'm eating all of this like the delicious anniversary dinner I had tonight.

So lunch. I noticed this at the beginning of the episode but it's really driven home here. Zero accommodations have been made for Day in the span of a fucking year. There's been no safety measures made, no pathways made more accessible, and even more frustrating they've reorganized the fucking kitchen. It's like they sealed Day in a tomb and are just waiting for him to die so they can move on with business as usual. I would ask 'how is Day supposed to do anything for himself' but it's very clear no one thought of that. They all thought of him as this shambling shell of a man that couldn't possibly do basic tasks like find the soy sauce for himself, they didn't consider him even as an afterthought when rearranging everything. It shows Day's fall from grace within his own family in such a brutal way and it makes me so angry with his family.

The scene with Night and his friends is a lot. Day's anxiety is so palpable and the comments made make me wonder if Day's condition has been kept under wraps as some sort of shameful secret. I would be interested to see if there was an NDA in Mhok's contract.

And then we get Mhok's anxiety and raw fear. Mhok's worst nightmares came to fruition and he knows what hopelessness, frustration, and despair can do to a person. He knows it only takes the smallest thing to push someone into the unthinkable and he can't allow that to happen again. He failed to see it last time, failed to answer a call for help. He won't ever miss that call again.

Here's where we're going to come back to the boob grab and here's where I could be WAY FUCKING OFF BASE. I know we all love it, Jimmy boobie stress ball teehee, but there's also a moment of shock on Day's face when it happens. He's alarmed and taken aback and rightfully so because what the fuck this man is half naked in his room??? Then we come to this point where Mhok has just burst into his room while Day is naked and vulnerable and he knows Mhok has seen him. His reaction might seem harsh or impulsive but here's the tragic thing - A painful, horrible amount of caretakers in the world take advantage of their charges monetarily, sexually, or otherwise. (It's something I've personally seen happen to friends and family.)It's not the rule, but it happens enough to be notable.

It would not be difficult for Day to be taken advantage of and this is only his.. third? fourth? day with Mhok who is still very much a stranger to him. Mhok was completely justified in his reaction (and realistically should have a key for Day's room for emergencies only because God forbid Day fall in the bath or something) but Day's reaction is every bit justified as well. But I don't blame Day for his reaction because he very likely was afraid and his emotions were already so heightened from the mess with his brother, and I applaud Mhok for just leaving and leaving it at that. They both needed to calm down and Mhok leaves. He respects Day's decision, his agency, etc. He walks away from a job that could change his life.

Once again The Little Prince narrates the lives of these two perfectly. No notes, perfect, beautiful, muah.

The fucking slippers. Finally, someone has taken the time to understand. It was a simple solution to a large part of Day's frustration and pain. It has given him some of his agency back, taken away some of his fear. These stupid ugly goldfish slippers have given him so much and perhaps Mhok understands far more than Day gave him credit for because finally someone is listening to him, listening without him having to beg.

And Day going to see Mhok? That's huge. He could've asked Porjai to bring Mhok or ask him to come by but no; like The Prince he approaches the untamed fox.

And Mhok's desperation to understand. Fucking hell. He's gone above and beyond just being a caretaker and the way he says 'the way people look at us.' Because it's an us now, he wants to stand right by Day's side and shoulder this journey with him, to hold his hand and tell Day 'I'm here with you, you aren't alone.' I'm gonna chew my fucking upholstery.

This is only solidified with the addition of Big Mhok. Little Day isn't alone anymore and Big Mhok might be scary and intimidating but not for Little Day, never for Little Day. And then Day uses some of his precious ten fleeting seconds to see Mhok, to put a face to this insane, caring, brusque, ridiculous man that would live his days blindfolded just to understand someone else's perspective. Because Mhok is worth seeing.

Anyway they make me fucking insane, your honor. I don't know if I'll do this for every episode (if people like it enough, sure) but this one in particular had me feeling a lot of things.

[ochrearia]

"What Happened To You?"

And here comes the revelation that I know a lot more about wyd!BF's lore than people probably thought, mainly because I helped Karl brainstorm a lot of it SADSFDGFHGJ Think FAST chucklenuts throws this mean shit at you

BFs in this drabble: wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), Yourself (YS)

“Why the hell am I the only one of us bitches that gets stuck here?!”

Beef couldn’t remember who came up with the name on the sign, or why this damn thing existed for that matter, but it was a running joke and none of the others were letting it go. Especially YS, who happened to be the owner of the room it was in. Literally just one of the corners of his room, with a shitty cardboard sign taped up having the words ‘dumb idiot corner for dumbers’ written on it. It wasn’t even good handwriting either.

“Because you think first with your anger and not with your brain.” YS responded bluntly, arms folded as he stood in front of him. “And it doesn’t seem like my words alone do anything to get you to realize that’s not a good fucking idea, so, dumb corner you go. Time out.”

“This is so unfair.” Beef whined, bringing his knees up to his chest. Why the hell was he starting to get genuinely upset over this? It was a dumb gimmick and nothing more. YS never made him sit there for very long anyways, but it was really only him. Always him. Did he really have that bad of anger issues?

Yes, you do, need we go over all of the times you went too far in the last month or so?

Oh good, his thoughts were against him too. Like it couldn’t get any fucking worse anyways, everyone was always against him. He could never catch a break. For once, could something just go his way without him walking on eggshells to achieve it?

YS sighed, shaking his head knowingly before moving to sit right next to the upset and stewing counterpart. “Not like any of us are any smarter, anyway.” He stuck his thumb up to point at the sign, burying his other hand into Beef’s hair to ruffle it gently. “Different approaches to different problems, that’s all. Remember that I really do want to help. But I don’t know everything. I don’t know how to approach everything the right way on the first try. But I’m trying more than once, that counts for something yeah?”

That was…true. None of his other selves had tried to run off on him yet. All of them knew at this point that he was quick to anger, even over the smallest things, or things that didn’t even affect him directly. Always so angry, and what for?

“It’s still unfair.” Beef insisted with a sniff, refusing to look at his big bro- YS. He was refusing to look at YS. Now was not the time for his jealousy to start kicking his shit in. If YS wanted to act like a big brother to him like he did with Biff, he couldn’t force that. Trying to do so would only make it disingenuous.

God, but it would be so nice to have their brotherly relationship.

“Life’s unfair, dumbass, that’s why we’re all here living it.” YS replied with a slight grin. “A bunch of idiots, all with shitty problems, orbiting around each other because one of us decided to fuck around and bring us all together. Not sure how we’d all be fairing if I’d just minded my own business. Well, I know how I would be. But the rest of you still have GFs and Picos to fall back on. I think everyone would’ve been fine eventually. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to help anyways. Make that progress even slightly faster and it’s worth it to me.”

“You sound like such a corny sap.” Beef commented, turning to stick out his tongue. “Thanks for the help, or whatever, but you’ve put me in the dumb corner for like the fifth time in two weeks and I am not going to forgive you. Not even into the next life. You’re dead to me.”

“Well that’s not very nice.” YS frowned over-dramatically, which that frown immediately returned to being a mischievous grin. The hand he’d left ruffling Beef’s hair moved to curl around his farther shoulder, pulling the smaller one towards him and wrapping him up in a sudden hug.

“What the- hey! Let go of me, you’re like a parasitic weight, what the fuck!” Beef hollered, struggling against YS’s lanky grip. “Get off, you’re weird and slenderman says he wants his job back!”

“Hmm, nah.” YS grinned, hugging Beef to his chest instead. “You morons can’t fool me, Peacock and Bee snitched. Heard you and the other three gloat about my hugs. Told me you’re all addicted, so I know you actually want this. You’re just leading with your anger before your thoughts again.”

“Ugh! Traitors and liars, why would you believe anything they say?! They just got here, surely the weight of my words should be higher than theirs right now. Why would you believe I would be addicted to your hugs for any reason, that’s bullshit!”

“Why are you leaning into it then?” YS taunted, still not letting go. “Why are you letting your arms return the sentiment if you don’t want it? Hot ball of hollow fire you are. Maybe we didn’t get off on the right foot at the start, and maybe I could’ve done better to be patient. But I think I know now that your anger usually isn’t actually real. Just a defense mechanism for a silly idiot who just wants to be safe.”

“Prick.” Beef spat, but he couldn’t contest that. Safe. That was a nice word. The fire quickly went out, not that it was even really real anyways. He sighed, squeezing tighter and pushing his nose into YS’s shoulder. Safe. It was good to be safe. He liked feeling like people weren’t going to run off on him for one mistake. He made so many already, it was a damn miracle that he still had anyone left. He really had to wonder why GF and Pico were still with him every once and a while, with the things he’s said in the recent past.

Oh. Small plucking notes started dancing in the air, YS apparently seeing it fit to use his magic to broadcast some sort of music-box lullaby. Placating him? Putting out the angry fire long after it had already gone, maybe he was trying to make sure it never came back? Fuck, how was anyone supposed be mad at or hate this guy when this was the shit he was willing to do for other people?

The bumps. The bumps on the taller’s back, the memory of them zapping back into Beef’s brain when his hands roamed a little too high and found them again. They were small, almost not noticeable but there was something a little too sharp about them to be the normal back muscles you’d find there. Something a little too out of place. A hidden accessory? No, that couldn’t be it. That wouldn’t make sense. Not with how they were placed, too symmetrical. And they gave way slightly under the pressure of his hands. He felt YS tense, cluing in to where his hands were all of a sudden. This was probably the only chance he was going to get. Say it, now, oh but what if it was the wrong thing to say? Say it now!

“What… happened to you?” Speaking wasn’t something Beef believed he should be allowed to do. Too many times it was his words from his accursed lips that started it all. Something that, seemingly, was going to happen again.

YS’s arms retracted quickly, almost quicker than a human should be able to move. The magic keeping the music box lullaby vanished into nothing, notes at the very end strangling themselves and dying into nothing but a whisper to be remembered by. Beef could only try to catch his mind up to speed as YS pushed away, standing up. Gone was the safety, almost in record time, and something about that set Beef’s entire body on fire. Not with anger. A fire that hurt even worse than anger could. Fear. Fear that he was going to be left abandoned by someone he’d just started to trust, just started to care for dearly. Not again. Not again-

“H-hold on, wait!” Beef cried, surging forward and catching YS by the arm just as he started to walk away. The taller one wouldn’t dare look at him, and he was starting to panic. No, don’t do this, come on. I’m sorry, I didn’t think that was going to be all it took to fuck it all up! Don’t go! “Don’t go. Please…”

Something about that raw, whimpering plea changed the atmosphere. YS’s head turned back to face him. It had to be some trick of his magic, how much the shadows over his eyes would stretch to the rest of his face when something went wrong. But his eyes were still visible, and somehow all wrong compared to what Beef was used to seeing. Eyes a little frantic, searching all over his face, and suddenly watery, and there was a pained grimace on his face that made his teeth bare in a sad way. And maybe that caused Beef to freak out a little more, because how can one question cause so much damage in just a few moments?! What the hell had happened to him that would make him react so poorly!?

For a second Beef thought he was going to continue to run off. Those were the eyes of a panicked animal, something he’d seen before with his Pico (guiltily, he remembered how recently that was too). Was it his fault, again? Why did he keep making people run away from him?

“I’m- I’m sorry-” Beef stumbled, freaked out and nervous, and maybe already horrendously guilty. What was he doing? He couldn’t keep YS here. That wasn’t right, and he knew it. Pushing past the aching fear in his veins, he hesitantly moved to let go of his arm. To let him go, because so many times people had run off on him he was starting to believe that it was supposed to be that way. But…

His arm was stopped. Just as his hand let go, suddenly YS was holding him by the wrist- tightly. Beef kept looking at him, and fuck, eye contact was suddenly so hard when you were madly unsure. But something crumbled in YS’s eyes, and the beginnings of tears started pooling at their edges. Suddenly, the taller one knelt down in front of him again, and now hugging him even tighter than before. Beef didn’t dare try to pretend not to want it this time, holding tight where he could, making an honest effort not to let his hands fall too high up on the other’s back this time. It was clear that YS just wanted to hide his face. Something that a hug was also good at doing.

Beef’s vision slightly blurred, blinking away the beginnings of tears of his own. Eyebrows, furrowing between a mix of panic and pure concern. What happened to you? Four words and it’s like the world’s falling apart. A trauma response… has to be.

Just like Pico.

You’re not going to damage this one beyond any logical repair. You can’t. Not this time, don’t waste everything he’s tried to teach you.

“I- It’s okay.” Beef tried, squeezing back tightly. Heartbreaking, really, when he felt YS shaking slightly in his hold. That hadn’t been something he’d seen the other do, even with that nasty breakdown a while ago. How deep did this wound go? “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t need to answer that. Just… I’m sorry.”

One step at a time. Think with your head, not your anger.

The other didn’t respond. Just arms, squeezing tighter, as tight as they could without starting to cause physical pain. A distraction, a desperate need for comfort over something that was invisible to Beef. But that didn’t matter. If it was bad enough to make arguably the strongest version of himself break down so fast and so easily, then it didn’t need to be spoken. He would offer as much as he could to help it go away. Maybe not go away, Beef couldn’t make something like that go away. But he could help calm him down.

Yeah, calm him down. Beef thought, gently digging his chin into the shoulder his head rested on again. No fire, no fear. I can do that.

Pay no mind to the faint, ghostly vision of white wings from his back.

[itskindamagical]

Criminal Minds: the moment they realized they are in love with you

AN: this will be multiple posts, each part with a different character and different plot line. I plan on writing the reader as gender neutral. I’ve seen this fanfic trope from multiple different fandoms, so I thought I might give it a try. Please remember I’ve only seen the first few seasons of Criminal Minds.

AN edit: sorry this took so long and that the story is so long. I got carried away writing this one <3

Part 1: Spencer Reid

You and Spencer were at a quaint, small, family owned restaurant. It was nice and semi-formal. Spencer felt bad for cancelling your last two dinners together, so he took you here, a place from his childhood. He claimed to have a handful of good memories from this place, which made you happy. There’s nothing you liked more than to see Reid happy. When you walked in, you took in your surroundings: small tables, all cleaned and organized to a “T”, some booths with what you believed to be genuine leather, and the small glow of lights and candles. You could tell why Spencer liked it here.

“This place is really beautiful, Spencer,” you looked up at him and caught the small smile he threw at you, satisfied you liked his childhood favorite restaurant.

You both sat down at a small table in the back next to the windows. Outside, the sun had set, the sky turning dark purple. You started to scan over the menu, noticing that Spencer hadn’t even glanced in the direction of his. You smiled softly. He already knew what he was going to eat.

“Did you want to-um- get an appetizer?” He asked, his voice less confident than usual. You noticed his usual stims were more animated. He seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hands-cracking his knuckles and flexing his fingers-or how to look at you-his eyes would gaze at you and quickly retreat away.

“No, I’m alright.” You didn’t want to tack on additional prices to the bill, which Reid basically demanded he payed fully. It made sense to you why Reid said he didn’t come here too often, given the expensive entrees and fancy drink selection.

“Are you sure? Like I said, I’m covering the bill, so feel free to.. indulge,” the way his cheeks flushed made you wonder what meaning he was hiding behind that statement. Spencer wasn’t the insinuating type, so maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. He did seem a little off tonight, and it made you a little flustered.

“Uh- actually, could you help me pick between these two entrees?” You pointed to your possible selections on the menu. You were going to comment on how silly his insisting on paying the bill was, but you wanted to calm him down and not add to the awkwardness. It was bizarre. You and Spencer were close and had been for a while. When you two would share a meal or go out, you both felt comfortable. Reid talked your ear off, something he tried not to do with most people. It was sweet, and you were honored that he was so at ease around you. All of this tension made this experience- which was supposed to be enjoyable- a little less pleasant.

Reid pointed to the second option you showed him, “I really think you’d like this. It’s what I’m getting.” You both smiled at the serendipitous way you happened to have similar taste.

“I’ll take your word for it. It sounds great.” That seemed to settle things a little. The waiter came over, asking about what they could get you both to drink, boasting about the extensive list of wine and cocktails. Spencer requested just water. He was the DD, and even though a single glass of wine wouldn’t get him drunk, he wanted to keep you at ease knowing you would both get home safe. You hmmed a little, showing your appreciation. Spencer was always extra courteous, one of the many things you loved about him. The waiter took your drink order and asked about appetizers, which you declined.

“We are ready to order,” Spencer remarked. He told the waiter what he wanted and you echoed this, telling the waiter you would have the same.

“Great choice. That will be out of a little bit for you both. Enjoy the rest of your night together.” The waiters comment made you pause for a moment. “Your night together?”

Oh. Oh. The waiter thought you and Spencer were on a date. You and Spencer dressed in formal attire. faces flushed. Awkwardly talking. Ordering the same meal. You and Spencer were on a date. You and Spencer were on a date. Now Spencers demeanor made a lot more sense. You could feel your face turning hot. Oh my god. He was trying to be romantic with you? God. Your heart started to flutter. You secretly wanted badly for the waiter to be right. Was Reid nervous because it looked like you were on a date, or because you were on a date?

“Y/N?” Spencer rose his brows in confusion. You immediately snapped out of your little trance- face hot, mind nervous. It almost relieved you to see he didn’t notice your flustered realization. Now your head was swimming with thoughts, arguing over and over on whether this whole romantic dinner really was romantic or just a friendly bonding experience.

“S-sorry,” you paused, grasping to change the subject. “H-how was your last case? Serial arsonist in Miami right?” You watched as Spencers demeanor completely shifted. His face wiped clean of any other emotion but focus. He spoke with clarity. His pupils dilated a little bit, which you always found funny, as it indicated that he was happy. A serial arson case, making Spencer happy. You know it wasn’t the case itself. Spencer loved sharing knowledge and info dumping about his job and interests. You always prompted him to do so. It frustrated you when he’d get shot down- something people did far too often. You loved listening just as much as Spencer loved sharing. Everything he said was interesting and insightful. You found you always had a lot to learn from Spencer. You nodded your head to his explanations, responding and prompting him with questions.

You and Spencer had found a nice rhythm when making and avoiding eye contact. When you first met, making and breaking eye contact was very awkward, but Spencers anxiety and trouble with social norms lessened after you both grew as friends. It delighted you that Spencers walls melted away with you. That was a two way street as you found yourself sharing parts of yourself you hadn’t with other people, even those you considered close. Spencer had started reciting the profile, most likely word for word what had been said at the real briefing, then he began relating it to an old arson case- one you had heard about multiple times before. Spencer did a good job at putting things in perspective for you, and you didn’t mind him recalling old information, he always found a way to make it relevant and interesting again. He was always so easy to listen to.

You were listening, but the sound of the door opening and a pair of particularly loud heels clacking pulled your attention away for a moment, and maybe you were looking for an excuse to not stare into Spencers completely captivating eyes for they made you extra anxious. You watched oddly as a fancy couple was lead to a table near by where you were dining. Almost immediately your server sped over to them, asking about drinks and throwing recommendations out. Was that group of people on a date as well? Was this place a popular romantic spot? The idea of this being a date absolutely flooded your mind. It was anxiety inducing but also filled you with energy and joy. You had be harboring your real feelings for Spencer for a while.

You turned your head back to Spencer, hearing him clear his throat to get your attention. He was trying to hide his frown. A pit opened in your stomach. Guilt. He went through all this to impress you, be with you.

“Oh, Spencer, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop listening, I was-,”

“No. It’s alright..” he paused. “I shouldn’t have bored you with that old case. You’ve probably heard it a million times by now anyways.” He avoided eye contact with you.

“Bored?” You were heavily suprised, then realized you probably did seem disinterested. “Spencer, I’m not bored, you could never bore me,” he looked up at you and you made a point to gaze directly to his eyes which you had been dodging. “I love hearing you talk, I love listening to you. I love watching you recite facts, and share about your work.” You paused, and felt like you should keep your next comment to yourself, but said it anyways. “It’s cute.” This made Spencers eyes widen. Cute? He couldn’t really understand how his rambling could be cute, so you elaborated. “The way your pupils widen and you start to talk with your hands- sort of motioning and emoting with them,” you were in deep now, so you kept describing him, this time in way that would suggest you were looking at him with a sort of fondness not just a friend would use, “you start to grin and you don’t even notice. You tuck your hair back behind your ears. Your eyes practically glimmer.” He’s blushing and you can tell by his wandering eyes that he’s now hyper aware of his reactions and expressions. He was shocked. He was the profiler, but you could read him like a book. He never noticed how much you payed attention, how much you really cared.

“And it’s not even just they way you are when you talk, it’s how you talk and what you talk about. I think sometimes you forget that you are a genius. You speak in a way that encapsulates your knowledge and foresight. I always feel like I have something to learn, some room to grow when I’m with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s an old or new case, you bring forth new knowledge or a new perspective. The way you view the world is so fascinating to me, so of course I love it when you talk. I look forward to it. Its silly the way it excites me. I think about it a lot, how much I’ve learned from you. I practically count down the days until we get to see each other again,” at this point you were the one rambling a bit. “So please never think you are boring me, because you are probably the most exciting part of my life, and I truly enjoy listening to you talk. Even if I didn’t like the particular subject you were talking about- which doesn’t happen but if it did- I would still listen. What you say is important and you deserve to be heard. I’m sorry if anyone has made you feel otherwise and if I made you feel like your words were insignificant. Spencer, I’m your friend, and I’m here to listen.” You smiled up at him, not noticing your face being all hot and the way your heart was beating.

On the contrary, Spencer was all too focused on the way his pulse paced and how his face was as red as a cherry. Holy fuck. The awe he was in was simply indescribable. You basically confessed your love to him, just without the literal words themselves. At least, he saw it that way. He came all this way hoping he would have the guts to confess his romantic feelings for you. It took Spencer so so long to come to terms with his “crush” on you, and every time you spoke, his emotions grew in intensity. The way his heart was pounding. His soul practically shaking in his body. The adrenaline and the absolute adoration he felt when he looked at you, talked to you, thought about you. Spencer was often confused by his feelings, but now it made sense. He loved you, and wanted you more than anything. Fueled by his feelings and not really thinking, he abruptly stood up from his chair, leaned over the table, and kissed you. Your eyes widened and you stiffened in surprise, but soon understood what was happening. You stood up from your chair and reached out to cup his face with your hands, but Spencer pulled away, shocked.

“Sorry,” he looked broken with a frown of heartache. “I didn’t mean to-,” you reached out and grabbed his hands. Pulling him closer, you kissed him again, firmly but lovingly. You let go of his hands and cupped his face. Spencer quickly realized and kissed you back, placing his hands on your hips and slightly deepening your kiss. Your lips were soft and so were his. He tasted like mint chapstick, which made you smile into the kiss as you knew he would, almost obsessively, use chapstick to deal with his dry lips. You both pulled away after a tender moment.

“Don’t be sorry,” you gazed at him sweetly. You could see the glisten in his eyes, filled with deep emotion. He stared back at you, absorbed by his feelings for you. You moved your head in, going for another kiss, but saw a food runner walking towards your table with your meals. You tapped Spencers hand and motioned with your head to the seat, hoping he would understand to sit back down. No. He frowned in confusion.

“Spencer, the food,” oh. He sat down right as the runner came to the table. The runner placed your dinner in front of you both and told you to enjoy your meals. Wow. It really did look and smell delicious. You smiled sheepishly at Spencer, and felt just a little bit awkward, having just passionately kissed him in a restaurant. He softly grinned back and, after a moment, glanced at your plate. He motioned for you to try your food. You grabbed your fork and tried to craft the perfect first bite. You looked at Spencer again and finally decided to eat. The food was full of flavor and had a nice texture to it. You absentmindedly licked your lips, which Spencer found adorable.

“It’s really good!” This made Spencer smile wide and he shook his head at your cuteness.

“I knew you’d like it.”

[chaifootsteps]

starting to wonder if the mods are asleep or something, unless it's SC's video that made the difference - https://www.reddit.com/r/HelluvaBoss/comments/1dfzhts/stolas_being_a_shit_dad/

Plus his relationship with blitz is what started to cause the drama. Imagine you dad cheated on your mom and you didn’t understand the full situation and when your dad offers to take your mind off of drama, he brings the person he hooked up with that started all this drama in the first place (not putting the blame on blitz).

Yeah it's such a shitshow. Plus Blitz was actually taking his job seriously and wasn't flirting back, quite the opposite actually. So yeah. Pretty fucked

Though blitz during season one rarely flirted back and seemed to just tolerate Stolas more than anything.

Like, this is why Blitz is so messed up over it Stolas got feelings but it doesn’t erase all the shit he pulled and Blitz didn’t even get time to consider the situation, was just dismissed :(

My only hope is that stolas’s actions have consequences. Cause in season two his actions are softened more and some people would go Greta lengths to defend him- I get having like a favorite characters and seeing things from their point of view. But I feel like at times stolas’s actions are forgotten or expected to be forgiven because he was always “a victim”. While I won’t downplay the abuse and how bad his upbrings, it doesn’t excuse the actions we’ve seen him do in the show. Whether he’s aware of it or not. And I really hope apology tour is not just the “blitz hate train”. Though curious how Stolas thought singing at a concert with a banner that says “blitz sucks” was ever a good idea- but whatever it’s just me.

I also think he needs to realize he’s not just a victim if he REALLY wants to be an equal partner to Blitz Yes sometimes it’s one person’s fault, but it’s very obviously not this one

I for one cannot wait until Stolas has his awakening - so the fans with Stolas blinders glued to their heads have to eat crow. If it really is a "Blitz hate" train (although I think it's a broken hearts show), I'm not sure how I can watch that.

Also remember that their whole deal thing started when Blitz was in a life threatening situation. He was in no condition or position to consent properly. Even in the very beginning, he had no time to process...

Thank you thank you thank you. Blitzø didn’t bring up sex. That was Stolas. And yeah, I do think Stolas genuinely thought Blitzø was sneaking in for him and he almost certainly would be pretty horrified to know that Blitzø wasn’t fully on board with it, but Blitzø is a victim. I don’t think the relationship isnt salvageable, but it needs a looooot of work.

Everyone goes on and on about how bad blitzø is. Meanwhile, Stolas is just as shitty but more subtle about it. Regardless if he's aware of it or not.

Stolas' biggest flaw is self-centeredness. Not out of malice or selfishness, but out of pure sheltered obliviousness. Stolas never seems to notice (or care) how someone feels until some extreme emotion is shown. One can hope Stolas will learn to put the pause button on his own thoughts and learn to listen and read the room

Whatever it is, I hope it keeps coming, because it's healing to the soul.

[happypanda101]

How Sakura’s Love Interest Ruined Her Character Development

Alright. I promise this is the last Sakura related content I’ll do for a while. But after seeing several other people on here talk about about this subject, I thought it would be interesting to discuss. This isn’t gonna be a full on analysis, rather my thoughts as someone who loves Sakura and was disappointed to see how her character was handled in canon.

I think a lot of the fandom can be agree that Sakura’s biggest flaw was her love for Sasuke. Love is typically supposed to be a character’s strength, but unfortunately for our pink cherry blossom, it’s her weakness. And her downfall.

Now, I’ve already made it clear what my feelings on SasuSaku are. I like the pairing, they could have been better developed and aren’t nearly terrible as people claim they are. However, it would be ignorant of me to not acknowledge that canon Sasusaku is… kinda shitty.

Don’t get my wrong, they have their cute moments in blank period, like Sasuke asking Sakura to wear the clan crest, but things start going downhill when they get married and the plot of Burrito rolls around. Sakura is left to be a single mother while Sasuke is off god knows where for that stupid space alien/ “remains of Kaguya” whatever plot. Sasuke never writes to check up on his family, it’s implied that Sarada doesn’t remember him at all or what he looks like, and Sakura is left there trying to assure her poor daughter that Sasuke is doing this because he loves them. But when Sasuke comes back, he rarely acknowledges or wants to spend time with them at all. Not to mention, he seems to care more about Naruto’s kid than his own. Naruto suffers from this problem as well, but that’s a discussion for another time.

For the canon endgame, Kishimoto certainly doesn’t write any of his characters being happy in their relationships.

Anyway, Sakura and her character development. It may not have been grand as her teammates, but it was still there. Sakura went from a naive girl that was obsessed with boys and her looks to someone who acknowledged that she had to work harder if she wanted to help and protect those she cared for. She went from disliking and envying Naruto to someone who was willing to throw her ninja career away so her friend could follow his dream. She wanted to help Naruto to bring Sasuke back, but realized she wasn’t strong enough, so she went to Tsuande for help and become a damn good medical ninja as a result. She became more confident in herself and was always there to support her friends. She never needed an epic fight or a tramatic backstory, I would say her development was pretty great.

But then all of that gets thrown away whenever Sasuke comes into the picture. Sakura may be able to stand up for others, but never does she stand up for herself when it comes to Sasuke. When he belittles her in the War Arc for simply asking him what was going on, she gets all quiet and sad. Defeated. Worst part is that Naruto can’t even stand up for her properly.

The kunoichi who broke off Kaguya’s horn and aided in sealing her, therefore saving the world, is left a begging, whimpering mess for Sasuke to come back to her, to come back to team 7. And what does she get in return? A genjustu of him killing her.

And just when you think oh this has to finally get her to realize that she can do so much better than him, or at least get her to step back and reevaluate her feelings, let her spend time away from him, it’s just forgotten about! Forget traumatizing and hurting her, it’s okay because Sasuke apologized and now she wants to go with him. Don’t get me wrong, I do think that was a genuine apology, but the fact that she was just expected to forgive him at the snap of a finger was infuriating. And down right sad.

It doesn’t help that nobody else comments on it, or tells Sakura “hey, what he did was pretty shitty, you didn’t deserve that.” Or stand up for her at all. Kakashi kinda did, but it was so weak.

In Naruto, a woman’s role is to support the men, because what else are they good for? And if they ever move on from a guy they like, they’re a “terrible person,” in Kishimoto’s words. Whatever improved or developed Sakura’s character, it reverted backwards or was simply forgotten for Sasuke. Because Sakura loves him, she can never disagree or argue or fight with him, because that would make her a bad person.

Sakura had the potential to become one of the greatest heroines in anime, but that was all thrown away becasue of her misogynistic creator and his idiotic editors. She deserved better, every female character in Naruto deserved better, and burrito should have never happened because it’s an abomination to the Naruto franchise.

[itsnesss]

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | miguel diaz × fem!reader

summary | you reflect on the connection you once had with him in karate class, where everything seemed easy and natural. but as time passed, the bond faded

warnings | emotional distress, relationship struggles, breakup

word count | 1.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

It was hard to remember how it all began. Was it the first day of classes, when you saw him for the first time in the karate gym, or was it one of those days when the conversations between training sessions became more personal? The truth is, from the beginning, there was something about him that you couldn’t ignore. It was his way of smiling, that carefree smile that seemed so natural, so genuine. Or maybe it was his gaze, deep, as if he could see beyond what most people saw. And yet, there was nothing arrogant about him. It was just... him.

For weeks, the two of you shared moments that seemed straight out of a romance movie. Conversations flowed as if there were no obstacles, shared jokes made time feel like it stood still, and the looks, those intense looks exchanged during training, always held something more than words. There was a special connection, something that couldn’t easily be described, but it was there, palpable, between you two.

You remember the first time you took a breath during a break between training, and he looked you in the eyes. It was one of those moments when the noise of the gym faded away, and all that was left was the space between you and him. You didn’t need words to understand each other. It was all in that look.

"Did you know the world seems simpler when you're here, talking to me?" he said, and you, of course, smiled. In that moment, you felt that everything you thought about relationships could be true. Maybe this was the type of connection that all romantic stories try to capture, only this time it felt real, without the clichés.

The following weeks were filled with more of those small interactions: laughs, trivial questions that turned into deep conversations, quiet moments where the closeness didn’t feel awkward. Everything seemed perfect. Even when things didn’t go well in the dojo, he was there, like an anchor. You didn’t know how, but something in him made you feel that everything would be okay. That, for some reason, you could be happy, even when the world around you seemed chaotic.

But over time, you began to notice the small cracks. The smiles weren’t as bright anymore. The conversations didn’t flow as easily, and the training sessions, which once were something you both shared with enthusiasm, now felt like a duty, like something you only had to do to meet expectations. And it wasn’t just in the dojo. Outside of it, things began to fall apart.

You realized you started looking for reasons to be with him. At first, they seemed like the small things: a message at the end of the day, a coffee at the corner café after class. But as the days passed, those gestures became more and more forced. It was as if neither of you had the energy to sustain something that once felt so easy.

It was a strange feeling. Like the air between you two had become thicker, heavier with something you couldn’t identify. It was as if he was slowly disappearing from your life, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

One day, as you walked down the hallway to the dojo’s cafeteria, you found him again, standing by the wall, talking with some of his friends. He saw you approach, and an involuntary smile appeared on his face. But there was something in his expression that you couldn’t recognize. A tiredness, maybe. Or a sadness that he had learned to hide behind that familiar facade.

You stopped dead in your tracks. You didn’t know why you did it, but something inside you pushed you to speak.

"We need to talk," you said, interrupting his conversation.

He looked at you for a second, as if he was assessing whether it was the right moment for what was inevitably coming.

"Sure, what’s it about?" he replied, with a calmness that couldn’t hide what you both knew.

You looked at him, trying to read his expression, but it was difficult. Everything about him felt distant. As if he wasn’t really there with you, even though he was physically present. And that hurt more than you thought it would. Everything that once felt so easy between you two now seemed like an effort. Like you were searching for something that was no longer there.

"Why don’t we talk like we used to?" you asked, and your voice trembled slightly. You didn’t want it to sound desperate, but you knew you couldn’t keep up appearances anymore.

He looked at you intently. You could see the mixture of frustration and sadness in his eyes, but something in his attitude remained distant.

"I don’t know... things have changed. It’s not the same anymore," he said, letting those words fall with a heaviness that made the air between you two feel even thicker. The sound of students walking by in the hallway seemed to fade in comparison to the weight of those words.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. How could things have changed so quickly? How could the spark that once was so alive now feel so dull?

"But why?" you pressed, louder this time, searching for an answer that would give you some clarity. "What happened to us? To all of this?"

He looked away, clearly struggling with his thoughts. His hands trembled slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might say something that could change everything. But instead, he stayed silent, as if those words you needed to hear couldn’t escape his mouth.

"I don’t know how to explain it. But I don’t feel the same anymore. And I don’t want to keep dragging this on, I don’t want to stay here if we’re not okay," he said, his voice softer but with a firmness that chilled you.

A lump formed in your throat. You didn’t know what to do or what to say. The pain you felt wasn’t just because of what he was saying, but because of what you had started to feel yourself: the relationship no longer made you feel good. It didn’t make you feel alive. And even though it hurt to admit it, you knew you had to let him go.

"So, is this it?" you asked, and your voice sounded more broken than you had planned. You felt the tears threaten to come, but you forced yourself to stay composed.

He looked at you, his eyes reflecting deep sadness. But he didn’t say anything. His silence said it all. And, although you wanted to believe everything could change if both of you tried a little harder, you knew it couldn’t be. Things were no longer okay. And it was time to face that.

With one last look, you took a step back and began to walk away, leaving behind the person who, once, was your everything. You knew this goodbye wasn’t the end of the story, but simply the end of what had been.

When you left the gym, you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. You were empty, yes, but for the first time in a long while, you felt freer than ever. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a while, you felt you could walk it on your own.

Relationships don’t always end the way you expect, but now, more than ever, you understood that the only way to move forward was to stay true to yourself. And while there was pain in letting go of what was once beautiful, you also knew that your happiness depended on you, not on him.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Monsters among us pt2

Daryl Dixon x Reader | pt.1

You and Daryl slowly come to terms with being parents of a healthy pup.

🐺 🐺 🐺

Hunter seemed to be healthy and doing well according to Hershel’s veterinarian skills and Daryl’s comments on Hunter’s behavior when he came to see you every day.

On your second day in the prison you were introduced to baby Judith, she was only a little older than Hunter and the women in the group felt it was good for you to bond over the newborns.

You also learned fairy quick that none of the people were afraid of Daryl, even with knowing what he was.

“You have no idea how useful it is to have a werewolf in your group. They’re excellent hunters and the extra strength and endurance they have is just amazing.” Carol spoke fondly of the archer, no matter what the topic of conversation was at the time. And Maggie had her fair share of kind words as well.

A week in you sat Daryl down to have that serious talk. You had been regaining bits and parts of the times your mind had been keeping from you in the form of twisted nightmares and you really needed to know how much of the truth they were showing. Daryl admitted to connecting with his other half to get some answers since couldn’t remember anything about that night. Only knowing he woke up covered in blood and the horrible aftertaste of human still lingering in his mouth. But the smell of female arousal stuck to him as well, letting him now his other half had indulged in more than just feasting on his prey.

“We know wha’ happened. Why d’ya wanna talk about it?” He rocked his son in his arms, letting him play with the torn edges on his sleeves.

“I know what happened, yeah. It’s pretty obvious.” You gesture at the werewolf pup currently biting at his sleeve. You let out a soft laugh at the sight in front of you. A genuine one, not one you gave Beth earlier when she made what she thought was a joke.

Something inside of him suddenly clicked and he realized the why of that night he’d been looking for. It was like a whole new area of being a werewolf opened up for him. He had been restless ever since you got to the prison, like his animal side was clawing at the inside of his skin trying to break out but he never stopped to connect with it to figure out why.

But now it all came crashing onto him.

He found his mate.

He didn’t really understood how that all worked at all. He never had anyone to teach him the works of lycantrophy since the beast that bit him was hunted down and killed only one night later.

“So, whaddaya remember then?”

You were woken up by the walker defense you set up. The cans and metal bits clanking together loudly but to no avail. The creature that triggered the wire had torn it to shreds and was already halfway done tearing into one of your group members before you even got out of your sleeping bag. …. .. ….

You ran for your life but the large monster caught you easily. Its claws digging into your sides as it sank its teeth into your shoulder to pin you down. A large paw tore off any and all fabric on you and at the edge of your vision you saw its large member standing at full attention before—

You shivered at the recollection of your memories and having to share them out loud like this, but it had to be done so best to get it over with fast.

“I never realized why I did that to ya, not ‘til just now when ya laughed at him.” His hand went to boop his son’s nose, to which he wiggled it in confusion. “I guess mah other half knew somethin’ already without sharin’ it with me when he saw ya that night. Tore tha whole camp up to get ya for ourself in the only way an animal knows.”

You hugged your arms close around you, looking anywhere but at him. “I can’t even say out loud what you did to me..” It’s the point where your memory still cuts off no matter how deep you dig for it.

“Look, bun. I don’ know how alla’ this works, an’ I feel like I shouldn’t even be near ya..” You felt his uneasiness and somehow it made yours fade and be replaced with something that made you want to get up and pull him to sit beside you.

So with all the courage you mustered together you stood up and faced him. With a determined hand you took his shoulder and squeezed before pulling him closer to you and to your surprise he followed like a lost puppy. Sitting him down on the bed with his back against the wall you took Hunter from him to hold him against your chest as you climbed on the bed to join Daryl.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, facing Daryl and pacing Hunter in your lap as you undid the buttons of your top to prepare for feeding. When Daryl caught on he quickly averted his gaze. “Wait, what’r ya doin’?” He looked anywhere but at you while you rid yourself of any fabrics in the way of feeding Hunter, who was making grabby hands at you, ready for lunch.

“Daryl, it’s okay to look. Really.” He ever so slowly turned his gaze towards you and taking in the beauty of you, the human girl he assaulted in the woods, breastfeeding the son who must be a living, breathing reminder of that traumatic experience. His breath caught in his throat and in a compete lack of control he let out a low growl. You looked up at the noise and looked straight into the eyes of the beast. With his mouth hanging open in awe his fangs were on display for you to state at like someone would stare at a spider, silently begging it not to move.

The terrified look in your eyes broke his heart. Unsure of what to do he closed his eyes and turned away and muttered a 'sorry' under his breath, afraid of his voice twisting if he spoke too loud.

You had looked back down to focus on feeding Hunter again, your thumbs softly caressing his fur and searching for words in this eery silence.

"I'm slowly starting to love Hunter as my son." You started, feeling it was best to just speak your mind. “And with that comes accepting you for who and what you are, and loving you as his father.”

Daryl accepted your kind words and wondered if he should share the ones on his mind or if he should wait for you to be good with him some more.

Meanwhile his head kept howling at him to tell you. To claim you as his own. To mark you.

His head was so instinct driven that there wasn’t a single spec of logic in sight.

“M’glad ya want me in yer lives.” He had managed to calm down just enough to get his shift under control and dared to look back up at you again. “Ya think yer good to hear our reasoning for tha night? Cuz I think I know now.” His tone was careful and the anxiety in his voice seemed to have returned but still you nodded, wanting to hear his words.

“Ma head keeps repeatin’ this one word. Says yer ma mate.” He spoke the last part agains the side of his thumb, chewing on the skin after the last words. “I aint sure how tha all works but m’sure it why he went after ya then.”

Mates. You heard that before. In your head it translated to partners for life.

“Mates, huh?” You tried to wrap your head around it with you not being like him, but your knowledge was so minimal you couldn’t do anything but accept his words as the truth. “Thanks for telling me. I’m trying to wrap my head around it so I hope you’ll give me some time to let it sink in.” It was clear to you that Daryl had feelings for you that rooted deep into his animal side. You could see it in the way he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“Are ya okay with me callin’ ya ma mate? Feels wrong not ta do it, but I aint wanna make ya uncomfortable.”

Instead of answering you mustered together what energy you had left and channeled into courage. Courage to get close to him, move on the bed so you were sitting against him and rested your head on his shoulder. This gave him an even better look of your breasts that had entirely slipped out of your top with the movement. Hesitantly he raised an arm to gently place it over your shoulders to hold you against him. Hunter had long stopped feeding but you kept him close to your bare chest, remembering one of the women mention skin to skin contact as a way of bonding.

“Yer really good with him.” Daryl’s observation formed around your mind like a shield to keep all the insecurities out. Hearing him say you were doing well with his son, a baby that you had without ever even learning how to care for one, plus him being a creature you knew even less about. Daryl was head over heels in love with you, and even if he hadn’t said the words out loud you could read it off his face.

You let out a soft giggle at the mental image your head produced when you looked over at him. “I swear, if you had a tail right now you’d be wagging it.” Daryl snorted out a laugh at the comment and could’t even deny it. “Yer absolutely right. But ya won’t be seein’ any a’tha until yer absolutely ready to face tha side o’me again.” The cute statement turned a tad grim in only one short moment, but he did tell the truth. You were in no way or shape ready to see him in any other way than human, and even when you’d be ready it would be traumatic the first few times until you’d be used to all of him and he respected that fact.

“Hey, Daryl?” You held up Hunter to him so he could take over for a moment. You adjusted your clothes again and covered up now that he had fallen asleep. “Do you think you want to stay here tonight?” He gave it a thought and agreed to your request. He was interested in your daily routines and the domesticity of sharing a cell made his head so happy. He’d be able to fall asleep surrounded by the scents of you and your son.

Progress between the two of you might not even go as slow as he’d originally thought.

With a squeeze of your arm and a soft kiss to your head he assured you. “I’ll be with ya for as long as ya want me.”

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A/N: the requested part two with some more background of what happened and some more bonding time! ♡