#and they both tried to pretend the other didn't exist because it was easier than confronting feelings

[zetalial]

Sloth and Edward are quite alike really.

Both of them decided to join the military in order to obtain the philosopher's stone.

[letoasai]

Will work for food ~ Part 4 (1/2)

Part 3 -- Master List

Danny’s hubris was coming back to bite him. It had been so funny when Nightwing–Dick–had invited him to the next family dinner. The next family dinner that happened to be Thanksgiving. Danny hadn’t had a Thanksgiving in a long, long time. He’d been delighted to accept. 

He’d nearly trilled in amusement at the way Tim flushed, kicking Dick under the table in a small attempt to get him to stop talking but the invitation had already been given. 

Danny could practically taste Dick’s glee and Tim’s embarrassment. Emotions weren’t as good as regular food but they were hard to ignore when they grew to a certain level. 

Tim had awkwardly agreed that Danny should come to dinner and Danny accepted, telling Tim to just summon him the usual way. 

It was almost unfair for him to have so much quiet knowledge surrounding their conversations, but it came in handy for the normally closed off vigilantes. Tim knew his family was a lot, and was afraid of overwhelming Danny. Their time together would have to be shared now, but Danny didn’t think that was necessarily true. Tim didn’t want to put Danny on the spot, which was kind.

Tim had always been kind. He didn’t summon Danny for favors or deals but because he could and because he cared. The emotion was so straight forward and genuine that Danny knew he was being rather selfish with it. It had been so long since he had someone new, and living, in his life. 

He lived a long life, and he would just live longer. As a halfa, and a powerful one at that, his life tap danced a precarious line. His living half would always mirror his dead half, and it had taken him some years to work out that his Phantom form could change based on his perception of himself. 

He’d spent so long thinking he might never age, that he’d stayed small for years. Barely looking older than fourteen as he’d headed for his twentieth birthday. It was then he discovered that with enough practice he could alter his Phantom hazmat suit. It was redesigned, changing as he had. He’d mentally grown over the years, his title of King only adding to his development. 

When he changed his ghostly appearance, he realized he could age to match how he felt. He could finally look like the young adult he was. That had had side effects on his living half. The growth spurts had been nearly painful, but within six months he’d change from a young teen to a young adult. 

It had been exciting, but excruciating enough that he hadn’t wanted to change his appearance so abruptly again. Changes would be slower next time, but he was unsure if he could go backwards in his living appearance.

All the same, at least he looked more like an adult. He could live as much as he was able. 

His identity reveal with his parents hadn’t exactly gone badly, but it hadn’t gone well either. Jack and Maddie had tried to accept him, but they simply couldn’t. They couldn’t look at him, and while he didn’t end up on their laboratory table, they simply pretended he didn’t exist. It hurt at the time, but he still had his sister. He had Sam and Tucker and Ellie and Val. 

Danny had moved out and for several years had pretended to be normal. It had been nice, until it had gotten boring. Danny split his time between the living and the dead, taking his role as king more seriously in the Infinite Realm over time. It got harder for him to return as his friends aged and he stayed the same. Ellie understood better how he felt, but her wanderlust kept her moving. 

He checked in often over the years, but he’d still be both delighted, and devastated the day Jazz strolled into his lair with a smile and a hello. She looked younger than she’d been in decades and Danny had clung to her and sobbed. She was here! Safe! It was wonderful. She was dead. Jazz had been old and had left behind children and grandchildren. That didn't make it easier on either of them, but they had each other.

Tucker had been next and he was torn between just hanging out in the Infinite Realm or being reincarnated again. For ages, he and Danny had just hung out and caught up, right back to being the best of friends. 

Val had followed some years later, but she had been preparing for this more than the rest of them. Her ghostly form had returned to her the Red Huntress moniker and she couldn’t be more thrilled. She wasted no time traveling with Ellie. 

Sam was the one Danny hadn’t yet been reunited with in the Infinite Realm. She was pushing a hundred, and had become the reigning ‘grandma Ida’ figure in the lives of her grandchildren and great grandchildren. Danny envied her for that. She was so supportive when their parents hadn’t been for them. 

Danny drifted off in his thoughts as he pondered his next dinner date. He was excited for a home cooked meal, but he was quietly thrilled to spend more time with Tim. He’d been neglecting a part of himself since Jazz had died and it showed. His sister was terribly excited he’d made a new friend after so long. 

When he felt the pull of a summons, Danny listened carefully, relieved to hear Tim’s voice. He’d been getting anxious just waiting around and the day had finally come. He pulled himself from the portal, turning from Phantom to Danny and tugging nervously at his sweater. He didn’t really have many nice or formal human clothes since everything in the Infinite Realm was often done in his royal regalia. 

He’d tried to look nice though. Dora had braided his hair for him in some intricate pattern and his normal NASA hoodie had been traded out for a new black hoodie gifted to him by Sam. It was over top a navy blue sweater. He probably didn’t need both but he liked to have the option of a hood. 

He wore his nicer pair of jeans and sneakers too. Honestly, if he was going to be spending time in a living dimension again, he was going to need to go shopping. 

Danny opted to appear just outside the structure he was summoned from. It felt more polite somehow to knock on the manor’s door. Sam would have loved this place. 

It only took seconds but Tim pulled the door open swiftly, he was nearly out of breath but he smiled bashfully when he greeted Danny. 

“Hey Danny.” 

“Hey,” Danny said with an awkward smile. “Thought i’d..uh, politely knock?” He shoved his hands in his pockets. He somewhat noticed that his normal clothes weren't hanging off him the way they had been. At least he’d been putting on a little weight having lunches with Tim.

Tim returned his smile and gestured for him to come in. “And it was thoughtful.” 

Tim looked nice, the way he always did. His button down looked brand new and someone had obviously ironed his pants and he didn’t wear shoes, just dark socks. It was the kind of casual touch that proved he lived there. 

“I’m sorry.” Danny muttered, voice his usual low cadence. He didn’t like using his aura or ‘kingly voice’ around people when he didn’t have to. He had nothing to prove. “I know it’s a holiday but i don’t really have much in the way of living human clothes anymore.” 

“Hey. No.” Tim said immediately, head whipping around to look at Danny again. “Absolutely no one in this house is worried about that. If you are, i have an entire closet you can pick through to find something else but it’s not necessary. The only thing we requested was you. You look great.” 

Danny rubbed his arm and despite his unease, smiled. It was almost funny the way Tim tracked the movement with his eyes. His feelings on the matter were genuine. Danny’s attire didn’t matter to him. “If you’re sure. I didn’t want to come off as ungrateful when you’ve invited me into your home.” 

“Impossible.” Tim said, stepping further inside with Danny beside him. “I assure you, once the pictures have been taken, everyone will be throwing the dress clothes to the side.” 

“Pictures?” 

“Master Timothy.” An older man was approaching from the dining room. “I trust you haven’t been rude to our guest.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Alfred.” Tim smiled, entering into some kind of familiar song and dance. “He usually likes to keep his outer jacket so i didn’t ask to take it to hang up for him." 

It made Danny smile when he’d connected the pieces. He’d heard a few stories about Alfred over the last few months. Most of them from Tim himself but Dick had happily told a couple. The man took his job very seriously. It almost reminded him of Fright Knight. 

“Um..” Danny mumbled, sounding like he didn’t know where to start. Did he introduce himself? He’d gotten better at these kinds of things when ghosts were involved. The living almost baffled him now. 

Tim took over. “Danny his is Alfred, technically he’s the butler and caretaker of Wayne Manor, but his real job is caretaker and grandfather to every brat that lives here who doesn’t deserve him.” 

That had the corners of Danny’s lips tipping up even as Alfred quirked a brow at the rather bold comment. 

“Alfred, this is my friend Danny. This will be his first Thanksgiving in many years.” 

Alfred offered a polite bow, a bend at his waist that looked beautifully formal. “We’re so pleased you could join us, Your Majesty.” 

“Oh no. Danny. Danny’s fine.” He didn’t miss the way Tim raised a brow, but Danny wasn’t surprised. It might have been the first time Tim had seen Danny anything close to flustered. “The Majesty thing is kind of stuffy and this is your home that i was invited into.” 

“If you insist, Master Daniel. I hope you have come hungry.” 

Danny knew his smile was weak. “Starving. Tim and Dick both promised this would be the meal of my life. Unlife?” He shook his head and cleared his throat. “And if you don’t mind, i have a little trauma with the name Daniel. I’d really prefer Danny or Phantom if you’d rather.” 

Tim’s eyes narrowed briefly and Danny knew he was already organizing dozens of questions. Now however, wasn’t the time to ask them. That didn’t mean he wasn’t making several mental notes. 

Alfred also also caught the quiver in his tone and didn’t press the matter if the shift in his emotions were anything to go off of. “Master Danny is it.” Alfred continued seamlessly, voice pleasant. “We’re truly happy to have you. I have been asking about your attendance at dinner for some time.” 

Tim sighed loudly, a touch more dramatic than usual but Danny was happy to see Tim someplace he could be so informal. “Okay, that was my bad. I was having fun going out with you and any dinner here you attended would suddenly be a family dinner.” 

“Everyone is curious?” Danny assumed. 

“Incredibly.” 

“Now Master Timothy, it is impolite to keep your guest hovering around the door. Dinner is nearly ready.” Alfred said. “Please be the proper host.” 

“Yes, Alfred.” 

Danny fiddled with the sleeve of his hoodie briefly. “I’d…offer to help but i’m a disaster in the kitchen. At least i was. I’m also afraid of reanimating food during the cooking process so i think i’ll stay well out of the way.” 

Alfred looked faintly surprised but he focused on the first part of the sentence. “It was still very kind of you to offer. I have everything well in hand.” 

Tim turned to look at Danny. “I know you’ve explained this to me before, but it’s crazy that you had to fight your food.” Saying that Danny had ‘explained’ that was over stating things, and they both knew it. Danny had said the only foods he didn’t like were the ones that bit back and Tim had taken him at his word. 

“It can be a problem.” Danny mused. He’d always been useless in the kitchen but after he’d moved out of his parents home, it became a chore he didn’t care for. His ectoplasm was so strong and it was bound to affect his environment over time. “You know, that might be why i stopped bothering to eat for a while. It’s not instantaneous or anything but long term exposure around me would reanimate whatever’s in the fridge.”

“Well, that’s one mystery solved.” Tim said, linking his arms with Danny’s to lead him to one of the more casual livingrooms at Alfred’s insistence. 

“Maybe?” Danny offered, distracted by looking around the manor. It was like a blast to his past only more. It was greater than the house Sam had grown up in, and far more tasteful than anything Vlad had. 

It was downright artistic. He’d seen enough ghostly lairs to see old mixing in with modern. The Wayne manor was stunning. 

The manor was equal parts old glamour and modern relic that was lovingly cared for by the occupants that lived there. The brilliant chandeliers and the beautifully carved staircase were more than simply eye-catching. The artwork was actually pleasing.

“You okay?” Tim asked quietly, biting at his lip worriedly. He was anxious as if afraid something about the manor had upset him. His phone was in his hand and Danny could tell he was texting one handed. Tucker could do similar feats. 

“I’m fine. I was looking at the pictures.” He nodded his head to where many framed photographs were displayed.  

“We’re glad you liked them!” Dick all but materialized by their sides and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. He was so light on his feet. “Tim took those!” 

Danny’s brows shot up in surprise. “Really?” 

Dick hummed his affirmative. “Yep, he’s a for real photographer.” 

Tim’s ears went pink. “It’s just a hobby.” 

Danny wandered closer to one of the frames, pulling Tim along with him by their linked arms. He smiled at the aerial view of Gotham. It was beautiful. “You have a lot of talent.” 

“Uh, yes. Thanks.” Tim muttered, throwing a scowl at his older brother who grinned, completely unrepentant. Not for the first time, Danny was reminded of Ellie whenever Dick was around. He cared so deeply, but that didn’t stop him from being a mischievous little imp. 

“I’d love to see more.” Danny said. “After dinner maybe?”

There was a light to Tim’s eyes at the notion. Danny wondered if it was less a hobby and something a little closer to a living obsession. Those were probably good to nurture. “If you want. Bruce has hung up a bunch of them but i have, you know, a portfolio.” 

“I’d love to see.” Danny repeated quietly. 

Dick glanced between them, his own mirth so obvious that Danny didn’t need empathy to feel it. “C’mon you two. It won’t be long before dinner’s ready and we still need to take the customary pictures.” 

“Pictures?” Danny repeated, realizing that Tim hadn’t answered him before. 

Tim nodded and gestured for Danny to follow him and Dick. “Thanksgiving is technically in two days, but we’ll be out patrolling then so we celebrate early.” 

“Our family’s kind of well known though.” Dick offered. 

Danny snorted. “The joys of a double life.” 

“Exactly.” Tim said. “We’ll take pictures tonight and each of us will post a couple on the right day to give ourselves alibi’s. It’s fairly simple.” 

Danny would have loved to have had the luxury back in the day. It was hard living with some of your biggest critics. “How much of your family will be coming?” 

“Most of it.” Dick said. 

“Probably.” Tim echoed, still looking a little worried about how the evening would go. Danny had seen many of Tim’s siblings and met a few of them. He wasn’t really worried, but was charmed that Tim was. 

Tim wanted the dinner to go seamlessly. Danny hoped he could help that along without his Fenton luck getting in the way.

[aplaceforhumancorpses]

·:¨༺ ♱ HS! AU BATBOY HCS♱ ༻¨:·

𝜗𝜚 Genre: Fluff-ish 𝜗𝜚 Warnings: Obsessive Tim Drake brainrot 𝜗𝜚 Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake 𝜗𝜚 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REQUESTS || Highschool au, the boys are 16-17 here or u can pretend its college idk Gender Neutral reader °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

DICK GRAYSON

Dick Grayson is a frat boy in training. He's showy in your attendance, loud and boisterous with his antics. Look at him! spare a little glance his way, and watch him chug two water bottles back to back… That's impressive, right? He craves you soon enough, he wants that dumb high school sweetheart love story, that 'what if' romance, one where they get married in secret because their parents don't approve of their relationship. With Bruce being inadvertent towards his emotional needs he seems to fantasize about being in your arms for a night.

His courting starts after he watches you at lunch. Picking out a snack from the vending machine. He jots this down mentally and stores the information for the next day. He thinks he's sly, sliding your favorite calorie intake across your desk. "One of these bars was stuck between the shelves and the glass, so I figured it was a sign to do a good deed today. I ended up knocking it down with the other one. Anyway, it's all yours." He says brightly as you smile and reach forward for the bar. It's a little crushed and… oddly sweaty.

Dick won't tell you that he paced around outside of the classroom in passing time, clutching the second chocolate bar he had purchased, and not luckily acquired from the vending machine. His friends may call him "Big Dick" but he is nervous as hell. So when you finally look up and thank him with another smile, he almost collapses with relief and takes off in a light jog to his seat. He's so focused on trying to breathe normally that he can't see the smirk you're wearing. You take a bite and hum approvingly before returning to the book open on your lap.

JASON TODD

Jason is like a stray cat. You don't know how to react initially because he's so abrasive. Contrary to popular belief, he is very kind. Alright, you can borrow his jacket to make your way across campus to your next class, but that's only because it's pouring rain. And he doesn't mind helping you with your books (or even giving you a ride home once.) So he… stays close by. He likes hanging out with you, but he wants you to want him to stay. The fact that you seem to appreciate both sides of Jason makes him hopeful. At least a little bit. If he didn't know better he'd say there's something more going on here than just a budding friendship. Or maybe you just find his company amusing? Regardless he's patient though, and he'll wait until you've made your move to make his.

He's content with life if you're around. You're easy on his eyes, soft and gentle with him when you need to be, and so extremely lucky that he let you in. It started with him avoiding you at all costs, he had probably shoulder-checked you once or twice in the hallways without saying a word. Just that stare with the thinly veiled hostility of a moody teenage boy, and now it has progressed to him following you to classes, his worry for you has him waiting outside your building to make sure you’re safe, watching you walk to your car.. It would have been so much easier if he'd tried a little harder to hate you, to loathe your presence in his existence, but he hasn't done either, he lets himself admire how stunning you are and wishes he could be more like you.

He wishes you two would've met as kids when things weren't so complicated. He was soft back then, and he wasn't nearly as cynical and hard as he is now. Maybe then he wouldn't have become the guy that he is today.

Despite everything maybe you could have fixed him.

TIM DRAKE

Tim may be a bit obsessive. He writes your initial and his own in pen, surrounded by crooked little hearts. He spends most of his classes looking at you, thinking about looking at you, making up scenarios he knows will never come true. He saw you spray some type of perfume or cologne on yourself after gym once. He spared no time looking for it, online, in stores, everywhere. By the end of the month he had it. It was a nice scent. It suited you. Yes, its creepy and weird, but he swears its innocent in nature.

His pillow is soaked with the sent.

He knows he's got it bad. But, how can he just… talk to you? He has a perfectly healthy parasocial relationship!

It's drizzling early in the morning. Since Tim shares his first period with you he catches a glance of you, hair lightly dampened, a few waves falling against your cheek. You catch his attention instantly and awkwardly wave at him. It startles him, and he quickly turns away, burying his face into his textbook. He pretends to read the chapter aloud to himself to avoid any further eye contact. Tim looks up at you through his lashes again. He silently tears a piece of paper from his notebook, scribbling something down. He then pretends to get up to blow his nose, silently slipping the paper on the corner of your desk. He walks past you without a word, and sits down with an audible sigh. Your name appears on the paper, accompanied by some sort of lopsided smiley face.

'You're pretty'

[arlathavellan-acotar]

Phantom Pains | III

Fandom: ACOTAR

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Reader: she/her, (3/4-High Fae, 1/4-Tartera), Y/N used

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2.7k

Something is... wrong. Time missing, memories missing, thoughts missing. Wondering where things both big and small disappeared to, like the dress you were working on or even the past seventeen hours of your day. Something is very wrong, and the thought seems to slip your mind as soon as it comes. || Azriel has been a part of your life for years now, and has been courting you since the fall of Hybern. Only, things don't seem to be as simple as you'd both assumed they'd be. It seems someone thought you were the weak link-- the easy ticket to infiltrating the inner circle through its spymaster. And maybe you are.

|| Previous Part | Next Part (wip) | Masterlist ||

All Azriel ever wanted was to keep you safe. From the moment he first saw you, he knew you were something precious, something to be protected. Convinced he knew best how, he kept you away from the inner court, away from the side of himself he was afraid you would turn from in fear. His hubris and shame kept you away from the people who could protect you while he was gone.

Cas and Mor had wanted to be introduced to you years ago, before things were even official between the two of you. Afraid it would only put a target on your back, he let himself pretend it was better for you to never cross paths with that part of his life.

After the war, he started to let his guard down. Mor would commission gowns from you, both supporting you and building a professional relationship as a compromise to respect Azriel's boundaries. When he eventually decided it was time to officially introduce you to everyone, he went to Feyre first, thinking it would be easiest for you to connect artist-to-artist rather than let one of the others completely overwhelm you. She was happy to agree, and excited at the prospect of helping ease you into their family. When she finally got her dress, it brought your little shop more attention than you'd had since coming to own it. The way your face lit up when you told him about having to hire someone to help you out helped reassure him that he'd made the right choice. He wanted nothing more than to introduce you to the rest of his loved ones, knowing they'd love you almost as much as he did.

It was obvious to them all how much you meant to Azriel.

It was obvious to everyone who knew who he was that you were the Spymaster's weakness.

That was his mistake; growing too comfortable with the bubble of peace that had existed undisturbed around the two of you. When he was with you, he let himself imagine he was someone else, someone with less blood on his hands.

He never should have forgotten, never should have let his guard down. It didn't matter how many times he'd been able to walk you home with no issue— every moment you were seen with him was a public admittance that you were important to him. Azriel could never be a normal illyrian, never act like it was possible to separate the parts of himself. Every waking moment he was the Shadowsinger, the Spymaster. His love for you didn't keep you safe, it only made you a target. Everything he did to put a smile on your face made it that much easier for others to hurt you.

——

Azriel is on his way back from his mission when Rhysand gets in contact with him.

Come home, he says. Now.

He tries to ask questions. Anxiety swirls in the pit of his stomach as he flies, any response met with a resounding silence.

The mission had been underwhelming, the intel he'd gotten no more than cold tracks leading straight to a dead end. Whispers of rebellion, more faeries foolish enough to act out against Rhysand moreso because of what he is than what he's done. There was nothing when he'd gotten there, just a long-abandoned camp that left no clues behind. His shadows couldn't find anything either, returning just to whisper confusion in his ear. While he was ready to call it and go home, he didn't feel right dropping the thread without seeing where it might really end. After a week of searching, he felt like he'd been run in circles, and told Rhysand he was coming back to Velaris empty-handed. It seemed to be a routine the past year, a lot of low-effort surveillance that seemed to result in nothing.

Not even a souvenir? He'd joked.

He wasn't joking now.

Azriel lands on the balcony of the Town House. If it were official Court business, Rhysand would be in the House of Wind. But the Town House? This was family business. He opened the doors swiftly, some of his shadows immediately fanning out to sweep the residence.

"Az," Cassian calls, voice tight and shoulders tensed as he practically marches towards him.

"What's going on?" He asks in response, scanning the room. The atmosphere of the house is low, and it has all of his senses on high alert. "Is everyone okay?"

Shadows curl at his neck, overloading him with information. He winces, unable to sift through it all at once. They're panicked, some moving around the room so fast they're knocking chairs into the table and toppling over vases. The noise draws another person into the room as Cassian steadies him by his shoulders.

Room, he can barely make out in their desperate jumble of cries. Your room, your room. Five in house. Three in room. High Lord, doctor, sw—

"Azriel!" Mor cries, ducking around Cassian's wings to help hold him straight as his shadows continue their barrage of information, nearly knocking him off his feet in their haste.

Five in house. Three in room.

"Mor, grab a chair before they knock him down—" High lord.

"We don't have time—" Doctor.

"—just get Rhys—" Sweetheart.

Silence falls over the room as his shadows still in a single breath. His wide eyes meet Cassian's, flicker over to Mor's distressed, tear-streaked face, and the pieces fall into place.

"Y/N?" he breathes, terror gripping his chest.

Hands reach for him once more, mouths opening in explanation, but as his knees buckle, the light is sucked out of the room in an instant, and he's gone.

——

"Now," you say, making a few final adjustments to the garment in front of you. "There's still some work to be done, mostly alterations, but it will absolutely be done in time for the party."

The woman behind you is absolutely giddy, facing away until you give the word.

"Before we get started on all that, I know you mentioned you wanted a draping that was loose and flowy, but I was worried the fabric might snag on your jewelry." You explain. "So It's still a loose drape, but a little less than what I first showed you when we were picking out fabrics."

She lets out an impressed 'ooo' as you explain. "That's so smart; I can't wear my chunky bracelets with half my dresses. My lady, I defer to your judgment."

Letting out a laugh, you fluff out the skirt in preparation for its presentation. "Okay! Now, three, two—"

"—one!" Mor cuts off, spinning around to see the dress. Her hands fly up to her mouth as she bounces on her feet. "Yes, yes! Oh, Y/N, it's even better than I imagined."

Pride wells up in your chest as she moves closer to see the gown, but a wave of confusion washes over you as you sway slightly on your feet. She… liked the dress? No. No, she didn't like the dress. This isn’t what happened. Your head spins as you watch Mor fuss over the skirt, playing with the fabric to have the gemstones on the inner layers catch on the light like stars.

You ran out of that fabric. There wasn't enough left for a full skirt, so you had to go without it. You stumble backwards towards the wall, but nothing catches you. Panic grips your throat as you float weightlessly, and everything is drowned in black.

It's okay, a voice whispers in your mind. You're alright. I need to see what memories they locked away so I can figure out what they were looking for.

Memories… that was a memory? But that didn't happen. You try to close your eyes tightly against the darkness, but you feel nothing. Light floods your vision, and suddenly you're sitting on your couch alone.

"Hello?" You call, voice shaking. "Who's there?"

"I suppose an explanation is in order, now that you're here." The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, until an unfamiliar faerie steps out of the shadows with his hands raised.

You stand unsteadily as he moves closer.

"My name is Rhysand, though you can just call me Rhys," he says.

"While I wish the circumstances were better, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N."

"Rhysand…" you mutter, feeling feint. "Azriel's brother?"

A fond expression crosses his face. "Not typically the first title that comes to mind for people, but I must admit it's refreshing."

The couch behind you seems to beckon you once more, and he has no objections when you sit back down. "What's going on?"

"I thought this might be easier to digest." A chair you certainly don't own appears on the other side of the coffee table for him to take a seat. "We're in your head right now. I can't say I've ever tried something like this, but I quite like it. Although I believe your mind may be doing most of the heavy lifting, so we don't have much time."

Holding your hands out, your flip them over as you curl your fingers. Everything has a bit of a smoky quality to it, like it would all disappear with a gust of wind, and feels the same sluggish consistency as your shadows.

"What… happened?" Quiet as your voice is, he seems to hear you perfectly well.

His gaze is pained when you look back up at him, eyebrows pinched as he tries to explain. "From what I can tell, someone has gotten access to your mind, and had been taking and altering your memories. I don't know for what purpose, so I've been trying to see what they've hidden to try and figure it out. Do you know when this may have started?"

The answer comes to you immediately, the incident having weighed on your mind since it happened. "I lost a few hours a little over a month ago. Azriel found me standing in the street."

Something passes over his face, and the moment of silence that follows has dread building in your gut.

"Az spoke to me about that night," he says softly, almost slowly. It reminds you of that moment with Mor, before everything in your head exploded. He opens his mouth to speak once more, but his attention is snapped elsewhere. Looking to the side, his expression twists with confusion and anger. "Someone's trying to break through my wards. I'll be back soon; let your mind rest, and we'll continue once you've regained your strength."

"Wait—" you lurch forward, reaching for him, but you continue falling forward as everything you see dissipates.

Your existence feels lighter and lighter, until you feel nothing at all.

——

Azriel feels the wards fighting him, digging under his skin as his shadows slip through cracks that aren’t there. He’s never tried to travel within the house like this, never had need to, but with his shadows guiding him to you he had no complaints.

His room explodes with darkness as he finally lands on his feet, the sound of an older woman screaming in shock filling his ears before they all congregated around his bed. Looking around frantically, he took stock of the occupants of the room.

Madja stood by his dresser, hastily straightening bottles of medicines and salves that had been knocked askew by his arrival. By his bed, stepping back from the writhing mass of darkness, was Rhys, with a displeased expression.

“What happened?” he asks before the High Lord can speak.

Rhys sighs, rubbing between his brows as they pinch together. “Was that you, bursting through my wards?”

“Rhys,” Azriel hisses.

“You were right,” Rhys says, leveling him with a look that urged him to try and stay calm. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you then, Az. But we can fix it, now.”

The ground seems to fall out from beneath his feet. Stumbling forward, the Spymaster catches himself on the foot of his bed, shadows curling up his arms.

“She’s had multiple memories locked away, and when Mor caught on…”

Azriel looks up at him, wanting him to finish but not wanting to hear the words.

“It was a Daemati.”

The breath leaves his lungs, and the illyrian curls in on himself at the jolt of pain that shoots through his chest. A steady hand grasps his shoulder, grounding him.

“She’s alright, now. I’ve shut them out of her head so they can’t do any further damage, but…” he trails off, as if it might ease the blow.

Azriel understands the implication loud and clear. “But they’ve already caused damage.” He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, taking deep breaths as Rhys sighs. The only sounds in the room are his breaths, the rustling of his sheets, and the near-silent clacking of Madja’s equipment. “How bad is it?”

Rhys’ hand twists on his shoulder as he moves to sit beside him on the bed. “She may have some residual issues with memory loss in the future. I didn’t get very far, but they’ve locked numerous memories away, most pertaining to interactions with you or Mor.”

The silence that follows is somehow more tense than the last, and when Azriel finally straightens back up to look at Rhys, the expression that greets him is pained.

“When I asked her when she began to have issues relating to her memory… she claimed that you found her standing in the street a little over a month ago.”

A month ago. Had you really been suffering for so long unnoticed that you’d lost so much time? Everything he’d just chalked up to stress about the customer influx, and you were missing three months worth of memories. What had they even left for you?

He turns to look over his shoulder at you, his shadows parting just enough for him to see you sleeping peacefully in his bed.

“I’m keeping her unconscious for now,” Rhys tells him. “It will give her mind time to rest and heal itself, so I don’t do more harm than good.” His hand squeezes his shoulder, turning his attention back to him. “With the depth and frequency of attack… they have to be somewhere in the city, Az. Somewhere close to her.”

His fists clench tightly in his sheets, a low-bubbling rage festering in his gut. “Someone in Velaris did this?”

“We opened our gates to Hewn city,” Mor calls from the doorway. The two turn to look at her, a heavy weight settling upon the room at her words. “We should start with any frequent visitors, see who spends a lot of time in her part of the Palace of Thread and Jewels.”

“The intel we’ve been getting,” Azriel says, voice raspy. “Almost a year of nothing.”

Rhys answers with a dawning dread. “Someone wanted you out of the city. Away from her.”

He shares a look with Mor as Azriel stands from his bed and storms out of his room, half of his shadows rushing after him.

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Cassian is downstairs to meet him at the door. “Don—“

“Move, Cas,” he snarls, stopping in front of him.

“Think, Az. If you go tearing through the streets of Velaris—“ an attempt to shoulder past him is stopped with a hard shove, “—they’ll be in the wind before you can find them.”

The two have their stand-off, Azriel’s siphons beginning to burn as Mor makes it back downstairs, Rhys close behind.

“You’re needed here, Az.” She’s met with a glare, hazel eyes dark. “Don’t give me that. You know we need to narrow our search down so they don’t see us coming.”

Rhys steps forward with a subtle tilt of his head. Azriel’s gaze snaps towards him, brow cocking as he waits for a third iteration of the same argument. “Y/N needs you here, with her.”

Silence falls between them, a battle of wills crackling the air around them. Darkness creeps up his legs, his torso, curling around his neck to voice their deliberation.

Sweetheart, they say. Alone, hurt, with us, safe, sweetheart, safe.

He closes his eyes with a heavy, weary sigh, shoulders dropping and siphons fading. A heavy hand lands on his shoulder from behind.

“We’ll find the son of a bitch who did this,” Cassian promises. “And then they’re all yours.”

He opens his eyes for a moment, searching for deep blue. Rhys’ gaze meets his, darkening as he nods his confirmation.

“You’d do the same for me, brother,” he says. In a moment unshared with the others, the rest goes unspoken.

If it were Feyre lying there. If it were my mate instead.

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Here I am falling into my old dialogue-heavy traps! I was going to queue this for tomorrow but I got too excited lmao

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The sweetest fruit (12) (End)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Valyrian! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, kissing, mention of suicide attempt and miscarriage, fluff ]

[description: (Anon Request) Aemond is to meet his future wife from Essos, in whose veins runs the blood of Old Valyria. They’ve been engaged since they were kids, but he’s in no hurry to get married and he’s not happy about her arrival. His future wife, however, turns out to be someone completely different than he expected. Smut, angst and a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous chapters: Masterlist

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Alys awoke at dawn, lying curled up on a couch in Prince Aemond's chamber. She dreamed that one day he would take her to the palace to spend the night with him, but she did not suspect that it would happen because she would come to save his wife.

She sat up, rubbing her temple. She slept only three hours, checking Lady Vhassar's pulse every half hour. Fortunately, her condition was stable. Aemond did not fall asleep until she told him that the threat to her life had passed.

She looked at the bed next to which the maester sat in a chair, snoring softly. She saw them both asleep, snuggled close to each other, his face buried in her hair, his arms wrapped around her body. She hugged him too, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt.

She thought she had lost, but for some reason she felt at peace. She had imagined her differently.

She thought that she seduced her prince just to profit from him. That she didn't really feel anything for him, but only pretended, like most of the Volantis women she knew.

After what she saw, she knew that this girl loved him. Aemond reciprocated her feelings so fervently that she had to look away every time he spoke to her.

She stood up quietly walking over to the table, grabbing some pomegranates in her hands. She began squeezing the juice out of them into a cup.

Pomegranate fruit counteracted the formation of inflammations and infections. She didn't want the girl to die because of the dirty dagger she had cut herself with after what they had done for her. She heard someone move on the bed and glanced in that direction. Aemond put his hand to his wife's neck, checking for a pulse. He exhaled softly and returned to his interrupted, restless doze as soon as he felt, that she was still alive.

***

Lady Vhassar awoke with a terrible headache. Everything was spinning around her. She tightened her hands on the material of her husband's chemise, snuggling into him with a purr, seeking help. She felt oddly distracted and didn't even remember getting to bed. She heard Aemond shift uneasily, propping himself up on one elbow, looking at her.

"Alys, she's awake!" She heard him call out to a woman and she frowned. She did not know a servant by that name. She looked at him surprised and furrowed her brows.

"Who is Alys?" She asked softly, as she tried to roll onto her back and felt something tied around her wrist. She lifted her hand and froze. She felt her heart start pounding, her breathing quickened. She panicked, memories flooding her suddenly like a great sea wave.

Red blood between her thighs, the maester's words, Namyss telling her that her husband had flown off on his dragon without telling anyone. She knew what that meant, she knew she had been a disappointment for him in the end. Nothing she could do in bed mattered if she couldn't give him an heir.

She thought that she had to make it easier for him, that he would not willingly get rid of the burden that she was. She felt that she had fallen into a vast emptiness. If she was going to bring him sadness instead of joy, her existence no longer made sense to her.

After she asked Namyss to fetch her bath oils from her old chamber, she took his dagger. She stepped into the tub full of hot water, leaned her head against the edge, and thought that it would be over soon. That she would just fall asleep.

She wished that she had told him before he left that she truly loved him. She thought that it was beautiful to die with the feeling that you loved someone so deeply.

"Shhh. Easy, my sweetest." She shivered when she heard her husband whisper against her ear. He nuzzled her head back to his chest. He stroked her head as if she were a small child.

"Do not think about it. Alys has come to help you." He whispered.

Lady Vhassar drank the pomegranate juice that Alys had prepared for her. Aemond said that he had to go out for a while to inform the king and queen that she was better, and he would be back soon.

The maester still slept with his mouth parted, snoring once in a while. Alys sat next to her on the bed. They stared at each other for a moment and both looked away.

"I wanted him to stay with me. He refused. If he had agreed, you would be dead by now." She said calmly, looking at her hands. Lady Vhassar's stomach tightened at her words.

"But now that I'm here, I'm glad that he did." She said finally, and Lady Vhassar looked at her, surprised. Something that could be called a smile appeared on her face.

“While I was sleeping, I saw your daughter in a dream, flying through the air on a great black dragon. You will bear him three children, but only she will have his eyes." She said calmly.

Lady Vhassar shuddered at her words, gasping for air with a choked sound. Tears that would not leave her body, locked deep in her heart, streamed down her face. She involuntarily grabbed her hand. Alys was touched by this unexpected gesture, and squeezed her fingers.

"Your diet. You can't stay pregnant by eating fruit alone. You do not provide your body with basic building materials. Did your mother also have trouble getting or staying pregnant?” She asked, and Lady Vhassar nodded, unable to say more.

“You need to eat a lot of meat, fish, vegetable and animal fats. Also drink infusions of these herbs." She said as she stood up, taking several jars out of her bag, placing them one by one on the table next to her. “They will help your body sustain the pregnancy. Mix them together and drink infusions once a week.”

She said calmly. They both flinched as the door opened. Aemond walked quickly to the bed and sat down next to his wife, taking her hand in his and kissing it quickly.

"How do you feel? Do you need anything?" He asked, but she shook her head.

"It's time for me." Alys said, turning away from them. They both looked at her surprised. Lady Vhassar tightened her hand on her husband's hand.

"Take her back to Harrenhal." She said softly. Aemond shook his head.

"No. I have already asked Helaena to do me this favor. I'm not going to take my eye off you." He said warningly. His wife wanted to protest, but Alys cut her off.

"Don't worry, my lady. And remember what I told you."

***

Lady Vhassar began to recover in the days that followed. She could remove the bandages now, the wounds on her wrists beginning to heal. She knew they would leave scars. A symbol of what she wanted to do. She apologized to her husband every day.

“I felt as if I was a different person. As if someone had drawn a black veil over me, or locked me in a dark cellar, with no sun."

Aemond kissed her bare shoulder. Just two days after what happened they started making love again. This time, however, was different than before. It felt as if they really had become one flesh.

Their sweaty bodies were entwined in a tight embrace, her husband holding her tight, as if he was afraid that she would melt away, disappear. He slid in and out of her slowly, unhurriedly, making them gasp loudly, prolonging their sweet delight and agony at the same time.

He leaned over her once in a while, kissing her with the wet, loud click of their saliva, biting into her fleshy lips like in the sweetest of fruits. One of his hands cupped her cheek, the other held her thigh, his forehead pressed against hers, beads of sweat running down his face and back.

"Do not leave me." He whispered again, and she wanted to cry at his words. She kept telling him that she would never do it, but he said it again and again.

"Never." She whispered.

He frowned and sped up, his thrusts more intense and aggressive, drawing a loud, drawn out moan from her. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up to her head, so that he could see her freshly healed scars out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes? So what is it? Hmm?" He asked, regret and despair in his quivering voice.

She barely stopped herself from bursting into sobs, feeling both pleasure and pain at the same time. She opened her thighs wider for him, allowing him to enter her as deeply as he wanted, both of them gasping louder, shaking.

"Forgive me. It won't happen again. I will always be with you." She whispered laboriously between his thrusts. He stared at her in pain, his mouth parted helplessly, tears in his eye as well as hers.

"How could you do this to me?" He drawled, squirting his face against her shoulder, bursting into silent sobs for the first time since then, finally allowing his emotions, depression, anger, sadness, and grief to flow out of him.

They both stopped moving and just hugged each other tightly, enjoying the closeness of their naked bodies, each other's touch. She stroked his slightly damp hair, kissing his temple, feeling him tremble all over, sobbing.

"My sweet husband" She whispered in his ear, and he tightened his hands on her heated body, as if to make sure that she was still with him. She kissed his shoulder and neck, wanting to give him every kind of affection he needed.

He finally got up on his elbows, his face and eye red with tears. She wiped the moisture from his cheek with her hand and with a light, easy motion pulled his eyepatch off his head. His sapphire artificial eyeball glared at her ominously, his other eye filled with pain and fear.

They kissed again, this time more aggressively, more passionately, as if they both wanted to take it out on each other, to retaliate for the misfortune that the gods had brought upon them by taking their child away from them.

He began to move inside her again, his thrusts brutal and sure this time, imposing a fast, intense pace that made them both pant and moan loudly, eyes squeezed shut.

"Aemond" She moaned sweetly like a prayer, a plea, a begging. Her husband looked down at her as he fucked her, panting heavily.

"I will fuck you until you understand that your life and death belong to me alone." He hissed, his hands tightening on her hips, accelerating, her body arching like a string.

She sobbed softly at his words, feeling her coming closer to fulfillment, her hands tightening on the pillow around her head.

"Please, punish me, my prince. Show me to whom I belong." She sputtered, wanting him to take it out on her, needing it herself. He groaned low at her words, surprised, his thrusts being a total mess, sloppy and chaotic.

"You are. Fucking. Mine. I - oh, Gods -" He panted heavily and moaned low as he cum inside her, feeling a huge wave of relief and heat rush through his body.

The light movement of his fingers around her clit as he moved inside her for a moment longer, combined with his words made her come right after him, sobbing, her body trembling in convulsions of pleasure.

Aemond collapsed on top of her, panting, and the two of them hugged tightly. As they lay side by side, breathless and fulfilled, she told him what Alys had said to her.

“She told me that I would give you three children. But that only our daughter will have your eyes." She said and smiled slightly. Aemond froze for a moment. He hugged her so tight that she thought he was going to strangle her.

Since then, both of them have regained hope. She had the impression that this drastic experience made them drop their masks completely. Sometimes when they talked to each other she caught herself thinking, that they addressed each other just like her parents.

She always believed that they were her marker of a perfect marriage, which she would not be able to achieve, because she had no choice when choosing a spouse. It turned out differently.

Lady Vhassar has adopted a more balanced diet. When, after a few months, it turned out that she was expecting a child again, she was terrified, but also better prepared.

She drank infusions from Alys and ate healthy, replenishing all the necessary nutrients and vitamins into her body. Once she got past the stage where she had previously lost her pregnancy, she calmed down.

Aemond was by her side practically the entire time. He was furious when she left the chamber for longer without his knowledge or disappeared unannounced. He constantly kept his hand on her belly or on her heart at night, wanting to make sure that she was breathing and alive.

Her pregnancy made her desire even more intense and she could do it almost non-stop. Her husband didn't complain, spending the night between her thighs, then allowing her to reciprocate. They knew each other well enough to know what they both wanted without words.

She watched with delight as her husband devoured the fruits she showed him in bed during the day. He became addicted to them, because he liked them so much.

When their daughter was born, she saw him cry with happiness for the first time. They both cried as they watched the baby writhe and squeal in her arms. Indeed, her eyes were exactly like his, her pale, white hair was soft and shiny.

She and Aemond had agreed that if it was a boy, he would name him, and if it was a girl, it would be her decision. She smiled, as she looked at her daughter.

"Alyssane. That's what she will be called. Like my great-great-grandmother and the woman who predicted her life."

While Alyssane was growing up, Lady Vhassar bore her husband two more sons, Dareon and Vaemon. Vaemon was the only one to inherit her black hair, which she gladly accepted. Each of their children had their own dragons. Alyssane was the best dragonrider of all of them.

She and her father were like two drops of water, but she had a sharp tongue and her mother's directness which made her character fiery and temperamental. However, she had great respect for her parents - especially her mother. She watched with admiration as she softened her father's gloomy and aloof nature, getting exactly what she wanted out of him.

She saw her father looking at her mother. How he couldn't keep his hands off her when they were alone. She saw how he talked to her in private.

When she was little and heard moans from their chamber at night, she thought that he was hurting her mother. She even told him one morning that if her mother cried out in pain because of him again, she would pierce his heart with a dagger. She remembered his embarrassed expression and her mother's laugh.

That day, Lady Vhassar explained to her daughter the mysteries of female love and pleasure that she knew nothing about. She told her about the first time she visited her father in his chamber.

Alyssane was impressed with how well her mother had planned everything. She knew that eventually her plan had spun out of control.

"Well, what can I say. I fell in love with your father. And I'm still in that state to this day." She said softly, as she walked beside her on the soft grass of the Red Keep gardens. Alyssane thought in silence.

"So since you've been with my father you haven't slept with another man?" She asked timidly. Her mother looked at her amused.

"No. Your father doesn't share what's his. Just like me."

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Norman: Routine Maintenance

You and Norman have taken care of the Bates Motel together for a few years now, but he prefers to keep your relationship private. You don't mind, since Mother is very particular about the guests she allows in the first place.

warnings: nsfw, amab reader, ass eating, dom/sub undertones

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You huffed indignantly to an empty room, lugging two overly stuffed suitcases through the door marked 'Employees Only.' The customers wouldn't be needing these for long, given your agreement with Mother. You were allowed to stay and help take care of both Norman and the motel on the condition that no women were allowed to stay there. You didn't really understand or care about her strange way of ignoring your relationship with Norman so long as you could be with him.

Mother was a protector of sorts for him, one that would only come out when she felt that their way of life was being threatened. She had blinders on around you, perhaps because you didn't fit the description of Norman's typical love interests, or maybe because of how clearly you cared for him. Either way, Mother had been silent for most of the time you'd known him.

It was when young, attractive women came to stay at the motel that she became agitated. The first time you'd met her was in a situation very similar to the current one: a woman checked in and Mother felt that she would take Norman away somehow. You had made excuses for the customer to leave, but she was insistent and things went too far. That woman was a corpse at the bottom of the lake now, and you had unfortunately become accustomed to clearing up possible evidence. It was a good thing the motel was on the edge of town.

Mother didn't like to speak to you - she preferred to pretend you didn't exist for the most part - so she was gone by the time Norman came to see you. "She says we need to get rid of her. It's fortunate she's traveling alone."

You sat on one of the ridiculously heavy suitcases and sighed. "Packed for a village, though."

Norman smiled and brushed your hair out of your face. "I'll take care of her, my love. Then we can go through everything."

It wasn't just Mother's fault that the motel didn't get a lot of business; it was hard to find and wasn't on a lot of maps. Selling what you could from the things left behind was what kept the place afloat.

"Thank you, baby. I think I'll get some other chores done while I wait."

"Don't overwork yourself, alright?"

You stood and kissed his cheek. "I won't."

Exiting the storeroom, you each headed in a different direction to get to work. With you there to ground him and help with everything, Norman had become more efficient in getting rid of unwanted guests. He had already tried to convince her to leave, but she was adamant about staying, so he would have to kill her. You'd bought him a small hand gun to make it easier for him. While he went to her room, you went to the kitchen to wash some dishes.

Less than an hour later, Norman returned to you. He was freshly showered and wrapped in a bathrobe. "It's all done, love. We can check the room later."

"Why's that?" He usually liked to get everything in order right away.

He waited for you to finish drying a plate, then leaned in to embrace you. He clung to your shirt and whispered, "I need you. Please."

You ran your fingers through his damp hair and held him close. "Do you deserve a reward, Norman? Or was this a messy one?"

He shook his head quickly. "No, I wiped up anything that spilled!"

You hummed thoughtfully. "You have been pretty good lately." Pulling back to look at him, you could see how easily he would fall apart for you. "Alright, honey. Go lay down, and I'll be there in a second."

He hesitated, squirming in your relaxed hold. Norman opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

You caressed his face and leaned in to coo, "Oh, poor thing. You can't wait that long, can you?"

His breaths were coming faster already. "No, sir." You'd never asked for the title, but he liked having a clear hierarchy.

As a significantly larger man, you were able to cage him against the nearest wall and make him shiver with nervous excitement. He never got used to the way you made him feel. You dragged your finger over his jaw, the column of his neck, and down his torso. His bathrobe opened up with a tug and Norman was laid bare before you. With a peck to his lips, you kissed down the same path until your knees hit the floor. He whimpered when he felt your warm breath on his thighs.

"Can I taste you, sweetheart?" You said it so innocuously, but his face burned bright red.

Norman closed his eyes and nodded, curling his fingers in your hair.

You appraised him and the positions you could put him in for a moment, then stood back up. "Here, baby. Turn around." You grabbed his waist and spun him to face the wall while you settled onto your knees in front of him again. He looked confused until you lifted one of his legs so he would put his foot on a stool next to you. With the angle shifted, Norman had to lean into you to keep his balance. You slid your other hand up the leg that was still straight on the floor, squeezing the thickest part of his thigh under his ass. Still holding up his other leg to keep him where you wanted him, you gently pulled his body closer so his cock brushed against your cheek.

Norman whined when you took the head into your mouth, and the sound morphed into a drawn out moan as you began to suck on it. He was insanely sensitive and you tried to go slow, but it was difficult when he kept bucking into you involuntarily. You had to move with him to keep from deepthroating him right away. Not that you were against the idea, but Norman couldn't handle so much stimulation right away.

He groaned when you licked the underside of his cock, fingers tightening in your hair. Not wanting it to be over too quickly, you pulled away. "Not yet, baby." His cheeks were flushed and his mouth hung open; he looked like he could cum at any second. Norman held onto whatever he could to keep steady, which included your shoulder. You turned to kiss his wrist and smiled. "Don't drop your leg."

He braced it more firmly on the stool and dug his nails into your skin as you kissed his tip, working your way down to his balls. You warmed them in your mouth and gave a few licks before releasing them to continue down to his hole. Norman let out a breathy sigh when you pressed your lips to his rim. He whined when you backed away to lick his thigh. "Please sir...I got myself ready for you."

"Oh? What a good boy." You held his legs apart so he couldn't close them around your head or lose his balance. "So perfect for me."

He shivered at the praise and pressed his body into your hands. Whispered pleas spilled from his mouth. You were enjoying the show, but took pity on him after a long look at how eager he was to let you debauch him. You leaned in to lave over his rim with your tongue. Your face was buried between his legs, and there was nowhere else you'd rather be. Norman rocked against you, hand on his now neglected cock. He murmured encouragement and praise, just as you would if your mouth was free.

You snuck a finger into his hole to pull him apart for better access. He was a little more relaxed than usual from prepping himself in the shower, as well as how worked up he was, but he wasn't gaping yet. You'd fix that soon enough. The hand on his thigh reached higher to grab his ass, making Norman yelp. You chuckled, sending vibrations into his skin. He was a mess above you, whimpering for you to make him feel good. You followed your finger with your tongue, working both further into him, until you found the right spot. Norman cried out and spilled his seed onto the wall behind you. Humming gladly, you attached your lips to his rim, tongue still inside, and sucked. He gripped your shoulder tight enough to bruise and gasped for air.

Giving him a moment to catch his breath, you pulled away and enjoyed the desperate, but not nearly satisfied, look on his face. "Alright sweetheart, I think you're ready for me." You carefully stood up and lifted Norman bridal style to carry him upstairs. In your shared bedroom, you laid him gently on the bed and let him see you stroke your cock. It was bigger than his and it made his mouth water. He reached for it, but you gently pushed his hand away and got on the bed.

When you had your back against the headboard and his against your chest, you turned his head to kiss him. Norman moaned sweetly into your mouth and rolled his hips onto yours. You had him in your lap, cock weeping precum onto his stomach where it curved up to rest near his. He rolled his hips again, experimentally, and you mumbled, "Yeah, baby. Just like that." You sat up a bit more so his weight would rest on your thighs. Holding his waist, you helped Norman drag himself along your cock; his balls and messy hole rubbed your shaft so well that you took hold of his stiffening cock to lightly rub the head as encouragement. He moaned and pushed down harder so everything between his legs would be coated in your pre.

Just before Norman could cum again, you reached under his legs to lift them up. Folded in half in your lap, the tops of his thighs brushed his abdomen. You whispered sweet nothings to him as you guided your cock into his now loose and sloppy hole. The angle put pressure on his stomach, and he felt every inch buried into his guts. He whimpered and whined like an animal as you shoved past his prostate. You peppered his neck with kisses and love bites as you used his body weight to force him down to the hilt. "Good boy, sweetie. You're doing so, so well for me." His breath hitched and his eyes rolled back as he tried not to cum. "Go on, baby. It's okay."

No sooner had the words left your mouth, than his cock was twitching and painting his body white. You no longer had the patience to wait, especially when he cried out your name like that. Holding him up by the backs of his knees, you bounced the smaller man on your cock, meeting him halfway each time with a slam of your hips against his cute little ass. He gasped and keened, tears dripping down his face. The sight only made you want more. Norman cried out as you fucked him even harder, "No! Please, no more!" But if he didn't use the safe word, you could pound him into a weeping, hiccupping mess.

"Please, sir! It's too much!"

"Do you remember what to say?"

He mumbled a yes, and didn't continue. Norman strained in your grasp, arching his back to lift his ass up higher. It only let you ram your cock in deeper, and you but his ear with a low growl as you wrenched his legs apart to watch as you filled him with cum. You bucked into him still, grinning at the way he sobbed and at the little pooch to his tummy from how well you stuffed him. You didn't pull out just yet, savoring the warmth as you rubbed the small bump. "Aw, don't you wish I could give you a baby?"

Norman sniffed and hid his face in your neck. "I'm not sharing you."

You laughed and kissed his head. "I know, I know, you're my baby." Your hand slid under your own balls to cup them and push your cock in deeper after it began to soften. You both hissed at the feeling, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were ready to fuck him again. He might need some time to rest, however. "Do you want to clean up and take a nap?"

Norman lowered his legs to the bed. "Just for a bit. Then we can go again."

You slowly pulled out, savoring the way his ass tried to hold onto your cock. When he could move freely, he turned over to hold the sides of your face. "Thank you, sir." He kissed you softly, letting you take control as you wished. You allowed a bit more softness, wrapping your arms around him, then crushed his body to yours. He let out a squeak and you swallowed it in a deeper, more hungry kiss. You felt as though you might consume him with love and desire. Your teeth nipped at his lips and your tongue dominated his mouth as he melted into you. When you had to pull away, you were both breathing heavily. "How long?"

"Wipe off the mess, then I'll be ready."

You grabbed his ass with one hand and reached for a towel with the other. "Good boy."

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Here's a drawing of Eleanor! She's my little princess <3

There's a whole bunch of info on her + her worldstate under the cut!

(here's her outfits during the episodes so far!)

Info/headcanons for her:

She's an art streamer! Her favorite medium to work with is watercolors and acrylics!

She lives in a dingy studio apartment, an entire corner of this apartment is dedicated to her art- it's a huge mess.

She has a border Collie named buddy!

Her main income is from streaming but as a side gig she pet-sits (as in babysitting pets)

She's a huge animal lover and can't stand people harming/mistreating animals. When you get to know her it could be argued that she likes to talk with animals than people!

She's generally nice and tries to get along with everyone else around her no matter how they treat her. This isn't necessarily hard because most people tend to just naturally like her.

This does lead to her having a difficulty with developing relationships with a lot of people.

She can find it hard to grow past the friendly acquaintance/"friend that you talk to whenever you see them but don't really hangout outside of that" phase of relationships with most people (there are exceptions to this but this is how she viewed most of her connections with people)

This leads her to feel lonely even when she constantly surrounds herself with people (not that anyone would be able to notice unless she told them because she always has an air of confidence about her)

This whole problem is why she likes to talk with animals more than people, a lot of animals are fickle and are much harder to get along with than people are. It's just naturally easier for her to connect with animals because she has to work more in order to become closer.

(she definitely pretended that she was a cat when she was a kid- like she was reenacting warrior cats with actual forest animals-)

Her time in Scarlet Hollow has taught her a lot about relationships and how to properly bond with people and it's led to her being able to form closer and more meaningful relationships with people.

She doesn't even try to hide her gift in the slightest. People usually don't believe her anyways and besides it's an important part of who she is, she isn't just going to hide it just because others think that it's a bit odd.

Oh yeah and if it wasn't obvious her traits are hot/talk to animals!

She adores Dustin, that's her little drawer possum baby.

She's a huge believer in anything paranormal/supernatural because hey- if she can literally talk to animals, then who is she to say that Bigfoot or aliens can't also exist.

Stuff about her worldstate:

Duke's dead, Eleanor saved Gretchen. She felt Gretchen trying to slip away and instinctively dove for her. She feels absolutely awful over Duke's death though.

She spent Monday night at Stella's house

She told Tabitha about the kids sneaking into the mines

Rosalina lost her foot in the mine collapse. Eleanor really didn't want to leave a bunch of kids behind in a collapsing mine, it wouldn't be right. She also just didn't want anymore possible deaths to occur as a result of her in action.

On Wednesday she slipped away from Tabitha to go and hang out with Stella.

She told Stella that she should invite Avery to go ghost hunting.

Eleanor invited Tabitha ghost hunting

They both left the ghost in Oscar's house. She felt confident in her decision at the time because Tabitha was there but after the night had passed she felt bad that Oscar lost his job and both he and Rosalina lost their home. If Tabitha wasn't there she probably would've given her years to the ghost.

When searching for Stella on Thursday she had a conversation with pastor Daniel about their shared gift and about the situation with Tulip and the church's rats.

On Thursday she didn't go to Sybil's tea reading and while the "Canon" (as in the choice I chose in game) reason as to why she didn't go was because she didn't trust her (which now that I'm thinking of it- she is probably a bit distrustful towards her- especially after Wednesday) I think that the main reason she didn't go was because she just thought that she didn't have time for it- Stella was missing and no one around town had seen her. Eleanor really cares about Stella and she wants to make sure that she's okay first and foremost. (This is before the stone in the clinic takes over lol-)

Reese leaves the clinic without killing doctor Kelly due to Eleanor calming him down. She's just happy that she was able to deescalate the situation before anything horrible happened.

She was able to find Stella with the help of the dog militia.

She stayed the night over at Stella's again and started a romance with her.

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER THREE: HOME IS WHERE THE BAND IS

They don't know about the things we do

They don't know about the I-love-yous

But I bet you if they only knew (they don't know)

They would just be jealous of us

They don't know about the up-all-nights

They don't know I've waited all my life, Just to find a love that feels this right (they don't know)

Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us.

They don't know how special you are.

They don't know what you've done to my heart. They can say anything they want

'Cause they don't know about us -They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

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The plane ride was only like a couple hours long and we spent the first part of it discussing logistics for my new setlist song and the rest of it watching Guardians of the Galaxy. We were still quoting it and giggling uncontrollably as we got off the plane and found our luggage. Michael carried mine for me and we made our way through the airport until we got to the secluded area where Luke, Ashton, and Calum were waiting for us with their security guard, Dave.

Ashton was the first to see us and his face lit up like the 4th of July causing his mouth to turn up into his big iconic smile. Ashton was my best guy friend and the band member I was closest to, besides Michael obviously. He was also the reason I got into 5 Seconds of Summer. I'd seen a cute photo of him and I wanted to know who he was so I googled him and found the band. I instantly loved the music and was in Ashton's lane at first, but then I discovered that an angel named Michael Clifford existed and my whole life changed.

Of course, Ashton still had a special place in my heart and when I met him, we'd instantly clicked in a purely platonic way. We were the same age, but because Ashton was older by a few months and because I was so much shorter than all of them, he liked to call me his little sister just to annoy me.

We both were very giggly and sarcastic and we had a lot of fun together. We also kind of ended up being the parents of the group a lot since we were the oldest and someone has to keep track of these dorks when they're together or chaos ensues. I mean, chaos usually ensues anyway, but Ash and I(mostly me) tried to keep them from getting into trouble. Easier said than done when you have the equivalent of four toddlers on crack in adult bodies running around with you. But I loved them for their crazy shenanigans because it was always hilarious and fun to be apart of.

"Mia!!" Ashton yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts as he ran toward me, sounding like he hadn't seen me in months.

"Dimples!" I yelped out the nickname I gave him excitedly as he carefully scooped me up into a hug and I hugged him back as tightly as I could. The boys already knew about my hand because we had called them to let them know what happened while we were waiting in the ER.

"No, stop, I don't want to be annoyed with you. I missed you too much!" he groaned, setting me down. He always pretended he didn't like that nickname but he really didn't mind.

"It's literally only been like a day and a half, Ash," I giggled.

"Yeah, but you guys left me alone with these two idiots so it felt like forever," Ashton said, pointing behind him at Luke and Calum with his thumb.

"Hey! We heard that," Luke said as he and Calum came up to us.

"Yeah, if anything, they should be apologizing for leaving us alone with you," Calum added, playfully shoving Ashton.

"Oh well my bad," I said sarcastically, still giggling.

"Wow, we're gone for ONE fucking day and you all become such whiny little shits," Michael said, laughing as he hugged the boys.

When the guys were done horsing around as they greeted each other, Luke and Calum happily hugged me too and then we started walking toward the exit. I still had a hard time keeping up with them, so Ashton gave me a piggy back ride. Michael was going to but he had all the luggage and Ashton beat him to it anyway.

"So what are you gonna do about tour, y'know with your hand being hurt and everything?" Luke asked, once we were all buckled in and Dave was driving us back to our house.

"Oh we actually need to talk to you about that. Michael offered to play guitar for me, if that's cool with you guys," I explained,"And I want to add a cover song to my set, too."

"Can you handle all that, Mikey?"Ashton asked, worried.

"Oh yeah. It's not that much more to play and like I told Mia, there will be a break between her set and ours so I can rest and refuel then," Michael answered excitedly.

"If you're sure you'll be fine, then I see no issue with that. As long as you take care of yourself," Ash said.

"I'm okay with it too. Just don't wear yourself out, mate," said Calum.

"Yeah same," Luke agreed.

"I won't wear myself out, I promise," Michael affirmed.

"I'll make sure he doesn't," I said,"Thank you guys, I really appreciate all of you."

"Of course. We'd do just about anything for you, Mia. You know that," Ashton assured me, "Speaking of which, I believe you had a second request?"

I nodded and explained my song idea to them. They were down for it too so I texted my band to meet us at our house. As soon as we got there, Michael and I went with them down to the studio to rehearse.

We did a quick run through of my set to work Michael in, and then we started learning Face Down. We were still working on the arrangement and I was just finishing singing the last part of the song when Luke came downstairs. I groaned in frustration as the song ended.

"Hey lunch is read-whoa what's wrong?" Luke said, walking further into the studio.

"Something doesn't feel right. We've pretty much got the song learned but something about the arrangement itself is just...off,"I explained.

"Yeah it feels like there's something missing maybe?" Michael added.

"Hmm, well do you guys want to play it again so I can hear it? Maybe I can help you figure it out," Luke offered, hesitantly.

We nodded, and Luke listened to the original song on the studio computer and then listened to us play it right after. He stopped us after the first chorus and we looked at over at him, confused.

"Michael, what if you sing with her? I think your voices blend well and I think if you harmonize, it might be a nice touch." Luke suggested.

"Oh, I didn't even think of that! That's great idea," Michael said, looking at his bandmate and then over at me.

"Ooh, yeah, let's try it!" I agreed, excitedly.

So we figured out what parts he would sing and Luke was right. Michael's voice and our harmonies were exactly what the song needed. I think the passion and emotion came out more that way because Michael was a big part of the story we were telling with this music and he could tell his side as well. Calum and Ashton joined us when Luke didn't come back and they thought it was awesome too, so that made me feel even better about it.

We practiced it a couple more times and then we went upstairs to eat. Calum had ordered sub sandwiches for everyone, including my band. They were here playing music with me enough that their food orders had been learned.

After we finished eating and my band left, Luke and Calum asked Michael to play Fifa. I played videogames, but I wasn't any good at Fifa and neither was Ashton so we just sat and watched. I ended up between Michael and Ashton on the bigger couch while Luke and Calum took the other one. We watched them play for a few hours, laughing at their playful arguments and insults.

After awhile I began to zone out a bit, staring at my cast and thinking about yesterday. Ashton must have noticed because he gently took my broken hand in his.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with your family? I mean we know the part about how you ended up in the ER but not the rest," he spoke after a moment.

"They were judgemental as hell, but at least my dad and Maggie shut up after Michael basically told them that he didn't give a shit what they thought of him. Grandma was the only one who didn't let up. I guess I shouldn't really surprised though," I told him as I glanced up and watched the boys fighting to score a goal.

"What did they say?" Ashton asked.

I fidgeted with a loose thread on Michael's jeans anxiously as the events of yesterday replayed in my head.

"They basically called me a ho and said I jumped from Jesse to Michael like it was nothing," I answered, trying to stay calm as the boys made various disgusted noises at the mention of Jesse's name,"Then Grandma saw my side tattoo and my belly ring while we were horsing around with my brothers and she said I ruined my body for Michael, who, according to her, just wants to get in my pants and will leave me for some other groupie."

"What?!" Ashton growled.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?" Luke exclaimed, pausing the game and looking at me incredulously.

"Why the hell would they say that to you?" Calum asked, also looking at me in shock.

"I don't know, honestly," I said sadly, shifting away from Ashton in order to snuggle closer to Michael, who set his controller down and wrapped his arms around me in response.

"I pretty much told her grandma to go fuck herself for that last bit, but I was polite about it because I was more worried about Mia's injury than anything else in that moment," Michael said, sounding like he was also trying to stay calm.

"Wow," Luke said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"He told them off twice, actually, but Grandma didn't stop until she said the groupie thing and Michael really went off on her,"I said.

"I would have went off too. What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Ashton said, angrily.

"I about lost my shit over what they said about her and Jesse, though. I almost took her and left right then, but we got distracted by her dad asking about her music," Michael said.

"Did you tell them what happened with Jesse?" Ashton asked.

"Yeah but I was kinda vague about it because the details are still hard to talk about,"I sighed.

"That's fair," Ashton said.

"They got the picture, though," Michael said.

"Good," Ashton nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," Calum told me.

"Both of you," Luke added, glancing between Michael and I.

"Thanks," We replied simultaneously.

Michael tilted my face upward to look at him,"Hey, I hope you know your family is wrong for acting like that and saying those things. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides this band of course, and I'm never going to leave you. I love you so fucking much, Mia. More than you know."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his softly. "I know, Baby. I told you I don't care what they think of you. I just didn't want to hear them say it. And I love you too."

"For the record, we're not going anywhere either. We love you too, Mia," Luke added.

"Yeah, your family can kick rocks. They don't know anything about us. None of us would ever even dream of leaving or hurting you, especially not Michael. You mean the world to us," Ash agreed.

"To be honest, I don't think they really should count as family because family doesn't treat you like that. To me, we are your family because we love each other, take care of each other, support each other unconditionally and never judge each other. Except jokingly, of course," Calum spoke up.

"Awe, Calum," I said as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

"No, I'm serious. You're as much my sister as Mali-Koa is at this point," he said, getting up and extending his arms to me as Ashton and Luke nodded in agreement and moved closer too. "Remember what I always say? Home is where the band is. Well, you're part of us now so home is where you are too."

"You already know you're my little sister too," Ashton grinned through watery eyes.

The tears were free falling now as I got carefully smooshed into the arms of my four favorite boys. I could feel their warm tears on my clothes as we held each other.

We stayed like that for a bit before Ashton spoke up.

"Hey, how about we have a movie night? We can make a fort and sleep here in the living room tonight!" He suggested, knowing this was one of mine and Michael's favorite things to do.

"Hell yeah! I'll order pizza!" Michael agreed excitedly.

"Calum and I can go get snacks and drinks from the store!" Luke offered.

"You know I'm in!" I agreed, jumping up and running upstairs. I changed into one of Michael's tshirts and some pajama shorts. Michael followed me and changed into his own pjs as he ordered the pizza. He helped me bring our bedding downstairs once he got off the phone.

Luke and Cal got back before the pizza arrived and Ash emerged from his room also clad in sleepwear to help them bring in the snacks. They changed too and then someone threw in Mean Girls at some point, earning a groan from Michael.

"Shut the fuck up, you love Mean Girls," Luke said, gently smacking his arm.

"I was kidding, geez," Michael giggled, shoving him before reaching for me.

Before he could touch me, I squealed as I was swept into someone's arms and pulled onto one of the couches.

"What the hell, Ash?" Michael said, annoyed.

"I can't cuddle with my best friend?" Ash asked innocently.

"First of all, OUCH. I thought we were your best friends," Michael scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to himself, Luke and Cal, both voiced their agreement. "And second of all, what if I wanted to cuddle her?"

I knew I should probably interject but watching any of the boys banter was too funny to miss.

"Well first of all, you know what I meant so come off it, mate," Ashton replied, laughing as he pulled me a little bit closer, "And second of all, I just want Mia snuggles for a little while. You can have her back after that."

Michael was about to protest, but I nodded and smiled at him, "Babe, it'll be fine. I'll come cuddle with you after the pizza gets here and we eat."

Michael made a pouty face before overdramatically sighing and plopping down on the other couch. "Fine, I guess."

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn't really bothered, though. Him and Ashton often jokingly fought over me.

"I'll cuddle you, mate," Calum offered, reaching for Michael.

"CAL PAL!" Michael mock gasped, giggling and jumping on Calum as we all laughed hysterically.

Luke jumped on them and they wrestled around before getting distracted by the movie and laying there tangled up with each other while watching.

I couldn't find my phone so I grabbed Ashton's and took a few sneaky photos of them as it happened. I posted them on Ashton's social media accounts with the caption "Movie night cuddles or failed WWE Smackdown reenactment?" causing Ashton to crack up laughing as he read it.

The other three didn't seem to notice and I put the phone down as we all focused on the tv. I leaned back against Ashton, basking in his warmth as his arms tightened around me. He was so comfy to do this with, like a big adorable teddy bear. I sighed quietly as I laid there feeling very relaxed. That is, until the pizza came and everyone scrambled to get up and grab a slice.

Once we finished eating, we built the fort and situated everything.

"Babe, look!" Michael said, pointing proudly at the nest of pillows and blankets he had created for us.

"Ooohh yesss!" I said, coming over to him excitedly. I jumped into the pile and carefully rolled myself into the blankets like a burrito.

"Hey I wanna be a burrito with you!" Michael said, burrowing in beside me, pulling me into his arms and brushing his lips against mine. I giggled, stretching my arms and legs around him as I kissed him back happily.

"Ew, get a room!" Calum joked, pretending to gag.

Michael's lips didn't leave mine as he help up his hand and gave Calum the finger. I could practically hear Calum rolling his eyes amid Luke and Ashton's laughter.

I giggled into the kiss and we pulled apart after a minute. We shifted around so we could both watch the movie, Michael snuggling me closer and nuzzling his face into my neck as we did so.

The boys had each made their own bedding nests and were now curled up in their spots contently. We ended up eating snacks and quoting every film we watched late into the night until we all fell asleep.

[tojad-lisi]

zam used to cook for team awesome everyday, mostly some simple dishes but they tasted very good. after hsh ro tried cooking, but having many hands actually makes it harder (too many cooks spoils the broth applies here, yknow). so mapicc picked up cooking and he's exceptionally good at it.

and its because mapicc often barged in the kitchen when zam was cooking, pretending that he just wants to annoy him a little for fun, but actually payed a lot of attention to what zam was doing, and then tried cooking things in secret.

mapicc wanted to learn how to make some fancy dish to impress zam, but before he had an opportunity to show him, hsh happened

___

vitalasy cooked only once a week, but it was always multicourse meal (appetizer, soup, main course, dessert). it was their time to chill and catch up with everything they both done during the week. for the remaining 6 days subz always prepared all meals for both of them in one day, (bcuz he didnt wanted to "waste his time" everyday in the kitchen when he could do everything at once).

zam wasn't used to dynamic like that and didn't know how he could fit in. vitalasy never allowed him to help because "the meal was supposed to be a surprise" and he should just wait and relax. subz at least let him prepare vegetables and other small tasks like that, but did all the cooking by himself.

zam still wanted to be useful cook something for them, so he claimed he'd at least make breakfasts (he'd wake up first anyways, so at least he would have something to do in the morning). later he also started making like little snacks he'd add to subz' meal boxes.

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3ht took turns cooking everyday. Bacon made a seperate timetable to keep track of it easier, but he was the only one that cared about it and had to often remind the other two to write down their names on it.

Bacon mainly prepared meals from IHOB menu, (VERY porkchop based).

To "balance it out", Jaron only cooked vegan food. He was a good-ish cook, but at the same time he sticked to mostly simple dishes (because anything more than that required "sooo much effort"). His meals either looked like the worst thing in existence but tasted delicious OR looked excelent but were basicly tasteless. Nothing in between.

Planet loved experimenting a lot in the kitchen, always trying new recipes or changing the old ones. It didn't always end up good but it never bothered them for too long, just another lesson learned.

He talked a lot about cooking with Zam, (sometimes it was just to change the topic during their girltalk, but that's fine) and they taught him a lot and encouraged to try out more things (that aren't just. soups. or soup-adjacent things)

After Zam joined SU, he obviously got added to the schedule, but quickly Zam's and Planet's days blended together, as they helped each other so much anyways. (It annoyed Bacon a little, because he had to adjust the timetable so it was possible to write both of their names in the same cell)

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

the stage lights were orange tonight

the first song I sang was Evermore

I let my voice be exactly what it wanted to

at first I focused on the words of the screen

and then I saw this red light in the corner

and I pretended to sing to you

I won the gift card again so it must have been something

the next song I sang was I Won't Say I'm In Love

and it was easier to act like the character singing

then again I am the character singing, aren't I?

I feel so alive on Thursday nights

I enjoy everyone I meet

mostly because if I don't enjoy them I can just leave

the bartender told me she fucking loved me

those four words were surprising but I really like her too

I'm a character here that's really part of the story

this tavern is by a river and by the river and the tavern

there is a library I haven't visited yet but I will

I've fallen in love with Rockford

I really do have a thing for scruffy little cities

they say the River Styx is a river of stone

so the name of my little city seems fitting, doesn't it?

have I told you yet that I miss you?

I've missed you longer than I ever spent time with you

but you were always somehow here this whole time

even when we both tried to convince me you weren't

no matter how many times I told myself I let go of you

and I really really really tried to do that

I have a feeling you really really really tried to too

you've always existed somewhere else though

you always have on some different dimension

I sang Make You Feel My Love last

and realized it was my voice that I lost

like the little fucking mermaid

though I think I'm more of a river maid

and the river is just a faster sea

you are somehow in everything beautiful I see

because I always want to show you everything I love

we always ended up loving the same things

and often thought the same way

that got us into some trouble, didn't it?

we eldest siblings know how to read a room

and the room never felt the same

after I stood in it with you

and then you left it or I left it

I never missed anyone like I miss you

I'm actually really good at not missing things

object impermanence happens to be in my wiring

and sometimes missing you makes me panic

because I don't think I ever let myself care about anyone

like I accidently began to let myself care

about you more than our friendship

I distracted myself for months

I tried to put all the feelings other places

so I could act cool or something

I have literally never cared about being cool

or really any sort of hierarchy in general

but suddenly I wanted to act cool in front of you

and it was really embarrassing because I

kept acting strangely and I couldn't stop

and I usually have decent composure but

the moment you were around I became so awkward

and worry about things I never worry about

and kind of like not caring about because

I know who I am and how I do things

but you ruined every plan I have

every single one

and I'm not even mad about it anymore

but I kind of was for awhile

I actually started singing karaoke because

you inspired me with your story about

choosing to become an actor

and because you were doing something so freaking cool

I suddenly wanted to do something too

I sang well tonight and I'm really proud

and I have real friends and a really cool hobby

I'm trusting those... what's the world again?

oh, right... feet

head over achilles' heels

when you hurt yours last year

I knew we were both doomed

and I kind of like being doomed

[becomingpart2]

yeah it’s hard for me to say if cangel was the Tobin of angel, I feel like the writers were trying to write them as Tobin. i remember candy saying that a Ted can only have one robin, and if writers attempt to write him another robin the ship will fall flat and won’t work. I think the writers tried to push them as Tobin because they were the male and female lead of the show. so I feel like it was more like an attempted Tobin than a successful Tobin? idk? one thing I’ll say is it felt obvious to me that angel loved Buffy more than he loved cordelia, but that’s just imo. I remember candy’s reading of btvs/ats. she said angel was the ted, Buffy was the robin, spike, xander, and riley were barneys, and that Cordelia was the prop on btvs and the Tracy on ats. i think she also said faith and willow were “prop girls” too. i also remember candy saying cangel and spuffy propped bangel. but idk I think this is just a case of her trying to apply her theories with shows that don’t fit. like Buffy was absolutely the “Ted” of btvs until spike took over the show and Buffy was reduced to being his robin.

i remember candy saying that a Ted can only have one robin, and if writers attempt to write him another robin the ship will fall flat and won’t work.

See, that's the thing, it will fall flat/not work out to whom? Because to a significant number of people out there, cangel is The Ship. A number of people out there prefer it over bangel for multiple reasons. There are people who only watched ats and people who watched both and still prefer ats and who actually enjoy cangel, probably more than they ever did bangel.

I'm not trying to say that cangel is better or even equal to bangel, I think in my own biased opinion, that bangel is infinitely better written and more engaging. Cangel is a poor attempt at an "epic romance" when it didn't even have to be that, but they went and tried it anyway. And failed. But the thing is, for a lot of people it is The Ship of the show and the verse.

I do believe that angel never loved cordelia like he did buffy, I find the whole romance aspect of cangel and how he even developed feelings for cordelia poorly done. Not saying it's unbelieveble to me that he would love her, but the way it played out, as this big epic thing was not convincing, especially in s4 when they were really pushing that angle.

But my point is that, during that period of the show (s3 and s4), they really had angel acting like buffy didn't exist. With the exception of that one scene where he says her name in s4 while he was hallucinating cordelia, there was very little acknowledgement of buffy throughout the whole cangel bit.

Which to me is in itself a testament of how strong bangel is as a ship, that you have to pretend it doesn't exist, but I think it also explains why it was easier for some people to buy cangel and have it be their favourite ship. They didn't have to be reminded of bangel's existence every once in a while and as a consequence, why cangel might be inferior to it.

i also remember candy saying cangel and spuffy propped bangel. but idk I think this is just a case of her trying to apply her theories with shows that don’t fit.

Haha, yes! I'd very much like for her to see the state of the fandom today and explain how spuffy is the "prop" ship that everyone can so clearly see for how inferior it is to bangel when the majority of the fans is pro-spuffy.

Again I have to ask: it falls flat to whom? Because for the majority of the fandom it doesn't.

I do think bangel is superior to both of those ships, I do think it's written better but to say that it is irrevocaly perceived that way and that's why it is the tobin, because the other ships failed to be as convincing/engaging to fans it's a LIE!

like Buffy was absolutely the “Ted” of btvs until spike took over the show and Buffy was reduced to being his robin.

True!

[cryptid-killjoy]

"A storybook. Oh! I like that. I like that a lot. Write children's books."

Bastien liked all sorts of ideas. He rarely followed through, but who knows? Maybe this one?

Bastien remembered the fireflies on their wedding night. It was one of the coolest things he'd ever seen. It was one of the reasons he had to see it for himself. It was hard to believe so much sparkly could happen all at once and for as much as the internet tried to show the imagery lacked considering the descriptions. His feet felt the pull of walking, but there was an ocean in the way of his path on this one. He managed to get there anyway. He stuck his hand in the water a couple times unable to stop himself when all the blue sparkles spread from the current of their boats aggitating the waters. "Oh look." He was mezmorized by it.

He was proud of himself when his daughter seemed to be entertained by it all, her eyes darting around, luckily not crying aboard the tiny boat. His wife seemed happy too. He didn't know his wife was wishing for something to please not ruin this, but as she did it started to rain. This might have spoiled most plans, but in their case it Bastien all the happier. "Oh, oh, Oh! Baby. Look. It's sprinkling. Look what it's doing to the water now. Oh my gosh." He started to lean a little too close to the edge of the boat amazed by it because the water everywhere was aggitated then. "That's the coolest thing I've ever seen." And that didn't even count the fireflies back lingering out by the trees at the edge of the landscape. "I feel like I'm in nature's silent rave." He laughed.

"It's a holistic rave. Yeah. That's it. We're holistic raving." He said while putting his hands up and pretending to jam to music that didn't exist. Oh, if only Kuzco were there. Bastien preferred the silence.

Bastien was jamming out to plankton and fireflies a little too overzealously when he leaned too far for the boat to handle. He was having so much fun too. Even the rain couldn't slow up his fun right then.

SPLASH.

Bastien went overboard.

Underwater. One of his perpetual nightmares. Drowning. Suffocating. Being strangled. The inability to breathe. His brain fought hard to not get lost in some other world of his nightmares as he reached for the surface. It wasn't actually that deep. He managed to find his feet and stood up one sparkly blue sopping and soggy haired Bastien. He looked back and forth as he caught his breath and saw the shoreline and his wife and daughter's boat. Both were equally as close. He hadn't gone that far. It had taken but a moment to fall and rise despite what it felt like. He decided land would be easier to walk to than to climb back in the boat. He didn't want to tip his daughter. He waved the girls in to follow him and saw all the blue sparkles all over him. He looked down at himself as he drudged the heavy steps through the water to shore. He was a sparkling mess.

He grinned even bigger.

"I'm magic!"

He started jumping up and down repeating it.

"I'm magic! I'm magic!"

He'd never gotten to be magic before. His invisibilitywas such a rare moment that ever got to be used. He felt like Willem threw pixie dust all over him and all his happy thoughts were floating him through the sky. The only difference here was he didn't need to actually fly to feel that glee. For once in his life something went right. The trip. He planned it. His wife was happy. His daughter too. He did it himself. He felt proud. He felt like he was on the A-Team and a plan had just come together. Mr. T was giving him the thumb's up.

Suddenly, Hugo was there in a mohawk and gold earrings sparring with the air, Laverne was Murdock with a cap, Victor was Hannibal with a cigar. and Bastien covered in tinsel blue twinkles screamed out, "I pity the fool who don't follow their dreams!"

Then just like that he looked down and said, "I have sand in my shoes. You wanna go back to the hotel now?"

There was no question in her mind about whether or not Maddy loved Day Bastien. She preferred the nights with him where he was more physically comfortable, without the pain of the hunched back and the struggle of speaking and kissing properly. But tolerance? No. It was so much more than tolerance. But she understood. He could go out in the day now, there was no one left to stare, the inhabitants of Feral were all used to his appearance and it wasn’t startling anymore. He avoided mirrors more than people tried to avoid the plague. He thought he was ugly and that was something that would not be fixed by a hundred thousand compliments, or reassurances, or kisses upon the large cheek. It was lifelong, and she had to accept that.

Seeing him laugh was a complete and total delight. When his face got splotchy like that, when his hair seemed to come alive even more, like laughter was pumping it up. Goodness, he was cute.

“Your hair is always magnificent,” She smiled at him, because good lord was it ever. Iconic, was what it was. She may trim up his ends every so often - especially after he acts as a firebug and comes back with the ends curled and damaged - but the length stayed. The poofiness stayed. But he definitely had her laughing with the juvenile idea of lighting up farts. “You should definitely draw this up! We can make it like a storybook for Frankie.”

Well - these weren’t swan boats but they might as well have been. The same gentle rocking motion on the nearly still waters. If only she was allowed to sit on his lap, that would have been special. But no, she took his hand and used his help to get onto the boat, holding their little girl close. Of course she accepted his help. She held on tight to his hand like she was nervous about falling in, but then got situated, no letting go of him until they were all situated.

Maddy had never seen anything like this before - and she thought that she had seen a lot. On the way to their home after their wedding reception, Figaro had managed to somehow communicate with fireflies and get a bunch of them a tone location so she and Bastien could have one last dance while lit up. But there weren’t enough fireflies in New Orleans to ever see something like this. It was hard to believe that it was real. It was like Flotsam and Thomas over in Ireland seeing the Northern Lights. It was just a stunning act of nature that reminded her that the earth itself had its own magic, not like hers.

The plankton added to it all. She didn’t know where to look. Up? Down? Around and around? She wanted to take it in, but she also wanted to take in the faces of her husband, her daughter. She turned around to look at Bastien, to watch the way that he was looking at everything with such wonder. Almost childlike in his appearance. He deserved that. He didn’t have a childhood. Let him have that now. Just please, God, she prayed in her head, don’t let anything ruin this.

She leaned back against her husband now, the top of her head pressed comfortably against his cheek.

“It’s stunning,” She said, finding no other word for it in her mental dictionary. “I think this is one of the best ideas that you’ve ever had, baby.”

There was no question in her mind about whether or not Maddy loved Day Bastien. She preferred the nights with him where he was more physically comfortable, without the pain of the hunched back and the struggle of speaking and kissing properly. But tolerance? No. It was so much more than tolerance. But she understood. He could go out in the day now, there was no one left to stare, the inhabitants of Feral were all used to his appearance and it wasn’t startling anymore. He avoided mirrors more than people tried to avoid the plague. He thought he was ugly and that was something that would not be fixed by a hundred thousand compliments, or reassurances, or kisses upon the large cheek. It was lifelong, and she had to accept that.

Seeing him laugh was a complete and total delight. When his face got splotchy like that, when his hair seemed to come alive even more, like laughter was pumping it up. Goodness, he was cute.

“Your hair is always magnificent,” She smiled at him, because good lord was it ever. Iconic, was what it was. She may trim up his ends every so often - especially after he acts as a firebug and comes back with the ends curled and damaged - but the length stayed. The poofiness stayed. But he definitely had her laughing with the juvenile idea of lighting up farts. “You should definitely draw this up! We can make it like a storybook for Frankie.”

Well - these weren’t swan boats but they might as well have been. The same gentle rocking motion on the nearly still waters. If only she was allowed to sit on his lap, that would have been special. But no, she took his hand and used his help to get onto the boat, holding their little girl close. Of course she accepted his help. She held on tight to his hand like she was nervous about falling in, but then got situated, no letting go of him until they were all situated.

Maddy had never seen anything like this before - and she thought that she had seen a lot. On the way to their home after their wedding reception, Figaro had managed to somehow communicate with fireflies and get a bunch of them a tone location so she and Bastien could have one last dance while lit up. But there weren’t enough fireflies in New Orleans to ever see something like this. It was hard to believe that it was real. It was like Flotsam and Thomas over in Ireland seeing the Northern Lights. It was just a stunning act of nature that reminded her that the earth itself had its own magic, not like hers.

The plankton added to it all. She didn’t know where to look. Up? Down? Around and around? She wanted to take it in, but she also wanted to take in the faces of her husband, her daughter. She turned around to look at Bastien, to watch the way that he was looking at everything with such wonder. Almost childlike in his appearance. He deserved that. He didn’t have a childhood. Let him have that now. Just please, God, she prayed in her head, don’t let anything ruin this.

She leaned back against her husband now, the top of her head pressed comfortably against his cheek.

“It’s stunning,” She said, finding no other word for it in her mental dictionary. “I think this is one of the best ideas that you’ve ever had, baby.”

[halsteadlover]

I Know You Want Me

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by my bestie @hereforhalstead (I hate you): Hi bestie it’s me again xx. Can you write one where reader and Jay are having an argument because they have this super high tension but neither of them are doing anything about it and she says something like ‘you either fuck me or I’ll find someone who will’. PLEASE I KNOW YOULL DO IT SO WELL. Love you and don’t hate me but I saw this on tiktok and knew I had to ask😭😭🥰

• Warnings: slight mention of alcohol and drinking, smut (+18), cursing, unprotected sex.

• Word count: 6859.

• A/N: Please read this only if you're +18. Honestly this is so bad, I'm really embarrassed to post it and forgive me for how long this turned out 😭 pls let me know what do you think, comment, like and reblog if you want ❤️ love you all and as always thank you for everything. Hope you enjoy this!

“C'mon guys let's dance!” Kim exclaimed aloud after finishing her drink. You and your team were in a club on one of the rare free nights you had. The music was loud, the bass so powerful you could almost feel it vibrating through your body. You loved going to dance in clubs, it made you feel so alive, seeing people having fun, feeling the drops of sweat running down your back as you romped on the dance floor, the sense of lightness and euphoria you felt as you let your body be guided by the music, it was something that brought you so much joy.

“I'm in!” you exclaimed in response before grabbing your glass and drinking it down in one gulp, trying to repress the retching it gave you. Kevin, who was sitting next to you, put a hand on your shoulder to check how you were while everyone else laughed at your facial expressions.

Well all of them except one.

Jay Halstead sat in his place across from yours, a bored look on his face as he looked around him, as if he didn't even want to be there that night. He just sipped his drink from time to time, his other arm resting on the armrest while he didn't even try to have fun.

God, Jay was the most unpleasent man you ever met, he didn't know what having fun meant. You didn't know if this was due to your presence or not since you two didn't have the best of relationships, but you decided to ignore it. You wouldn't let him ruin your evening.

“You okay now?!” Kevin asked aloud and you nodded when that brief feeling of nausea vanished.

Jay looked briefly at you and for a lapse of a second your eyes met and just the way they looked at you made your legs feel like jelly, making you almost faint on the spot.

It was the first sort of contact you had since you arrived in the club, both of you had done nothing but ignore each other all night. You couldn't describe your relationship, it was so weird. You and Jay were partners, neither of you liked it but for some strange reason this partnership worked, for some strange reason when you were together you were a strong, dynamic duo. But that was only reflected in work, outside the district people could describe you as a dog and cat by the way you fought and bickered all the time. Sometimes it was so funny seeing him so worked up and angry, you purposely tried to provoke him. He was no exception, not even he missed the opportunities to throw digs and say jokes he knew would get on your nerves.

As mentioned, your relationship was very weird.

It was weird because although you two hated each other - it would’ve been so much easier if you had ignored each other and one had pretended the other didn’t exist - you couldn’t help all those fights and arguments. It was weird between the two of you because even though you hated each other you couldn't help but be incredibly attracted to him and you hated yourself for it. Why were you so attracted to a person you couldn't stand? Why couldn't you think of anything other than having his hands and his mouth on you whenever you were in front of him or when his eyes were on you?

On the other hand, you were sure he felt the same too. You felt it by the penetrating way in which his eyes undressed you every time he looked at you, you felt it by the way his pupils dilated when you found yourselves a few centimeters away from each other's face during one of your many arguments, you could feel it from the way his breath itched when he realized he only needed to tilt his face a little to kiss you and, god, how many times you wished he did it.

You didn't like this all, you didn't like how your body reacted whenever he was around you, how every cell in your organism was on fire with even his glance.

God, I hate him.

You nodded. “Let's go!” Kim took your hand and pulled you to the dance floor, almost making you fall from you chair when you got up.

It didn't take you long to let yourself go, also thanks to the alcohol you had in your circulation. Your body moved to the rhythm of the song, your hips almost had a life of their own as they let themselves be guided by the music. You and Kim danced together, both of you singing out loud the song they were playing, so much your throat started to burn and you knew the next day you wouldn’t be able to speak for the sore throat that would come.

But a pair of eyes kept looking at you.

You knew very well who those eyes belonged to, just as you knew they hadn't stopped staring at you even for a second.

Jay had tried to look away from you, even looking for someone else who could get his attention but he couldn't. He couldn't take his eyes off you, your body, the way your hips moved to the beat of the music and he couldn't stop thinking about how well you’d move while you bounced on his dick.

Fuck, there was something about you completely bewitched him, you kept him in a hook and he didn't even know how to get rid of this feeling because he knew it was wrong, you were his partner but, above all, he hated you. He really couldn't stand you, you were so annoying, unpleasent, the most stubborn person he had ever met but, shit, the way you made his blood boil in his veins was something he had never experienced with anyone else. And when your eyes met his throat immediately went dry and a feeling of warmth went through his body.

There was something about you that attracted him so fucking so much and he couldn't explain why in that moment he just wanted to drag you off that dance floor and own every single inch of you.

Your eyes had fucked him over and your body tormented him every minute and second of the day and as he kept looking at you and the little grin on your face he couldn't help but project images of you on his bed while he was fucking you mercilessly as you moaned and screamed his name, you begging him to never stop.

No one has ever made you feel this way, so frustrated and wet with just a look. Jay kept making eye contact with you and god how fucking sexy he was as he looked at you like he was about to come over and fuck you on the dance floor. His legs were slightly spread apart as he was sit, one arm then on the armrest as he raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of his drink, never stopping to look at you. Fuck, how much you wanted to be that glass and how bad you wanted to be on your knees between his legs while you sucked his dick as if your life depended on it.

The very thought made you wet like never before.

Everything about him was so hot and sexy, every inch of his body screamed confidence. He looked so powerful sitting there, dominant, as if he owned the entire world.

Jay spreads his legs apart a little more and lifted his hips slightly forward to get more comfortable in his seat, never breaking eye contact, and this simple movement almost knocked your breath out of your lungs.

Fucking hell.

Your attention shifted away from Jay when you felt someone groping your ass and snapping your head, you saw a man looking at you with an animalistic look and a grin on his face.

“Get your hands off me!” you exclaimed before abruptly dodging from his grasp. Kim, who just then started dancing with a guy, didn't notice anything.

“C'mon baby girl come with me” he mumbled and you slapped him in the face when he tried to grab you again, this time by your hips.

In no time at all, someone pushed the stranger away almost making him fall and it didn't take you a second to realize it was Jay. He spoke and his tone of voice was low, directed only for this man, even if you could perfectly distinguish his words.

“Keep fucking touching her, I dare you.”

Your heart almost stopped and you couldn't help but look at Jay. He was so attractive with that cold expression on his face, his clenched jaw and the sharp gaze as he glared at that man.

“I'm sorry man I didn't realize she's with you” the drunkily man mumbled and Jay pushed him away again.

“If I see you next to her again I won't hesitate to cut your arm off am I understood?! Now get the fuck out of here.”

The stranger walked away quickly, terrified, and Jay's eyes were on you again.

“You okay?” he asked you, moving closer to your ear to be heard and the way your body reacted to his proximity didn’t please you at all.

Oh Lord.

“Yes but I can take care of myself pretty well there was no need for you to intervene!”

“You know a simple 'thank you' would've been fine” he said with a grin plastered on his lips and you rolled your eyes. He was as damn attractive as unbearable.

He was about to walk away when you did the last thing you rationally would've never done. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed him by his arm, making him stop in his footsteps.

“Dance with me?”

What the fuck is wrong with me?

You couldn't believe what you had just said, but by then it was too late to withdraw the question. A look of utter bewilderment, almost shock, appeared on Jay's face, and that must have been one of the few times you had ever seen him express emotions.

“What?!”

“You heard me, don't make me repeat it again.”

“I don't think it's a...”

You interrupted him, not even letting him finish the sentence. “It's just a dance Halstead c'mon! We can pretend we don't hate each other for a while.”

He continued to look at you uncertainly.

“C'mon! Have some fun once in a while!”

You reached out your hand and he stared at it for a few seconds before returning his eyes to you again. You tilted your head slightly as you waited for a response from him and before Jay could think about it, he grabbed your hand. He already knew he'd regret it.

“I don't know how to dance” he said with a slight hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“Me neither, just let the music guide you” you answered close to his ear and he found himself trying to ignore the chills this simple action caused him.

You know damn well how to dance, that's why you gave me a fucking boner by just watching you, he wanted to tell you but thought it wasn't a good idea to say it out loud.

You moved even closer to him, tying your arms around his neck. His breath hitched at that contact and unwittingly his eyes found themselves scanning every inch of your face. His arm spontaneously slid around your waist making your bodies even closer until they touched. At that point any rational thought went out of your mind and you ignored the small part of your brain that told you it was a bad idea as you melted under his touch di lui.

God, it was so good to feel his arms around your body as they held you so firmly and gently at the same time. You looked up at him and the way those two beautiful green eyes were peering at you almost took your breath away. All of a sudden you forgot everything you wanted to say and you couldn't believe the effect Jay had on you, how much you hated it.

Y/N focus damn it.

You began to move slowly, causing both of you to sway even though the type of music was in total contrast to your movements. You didn't care. You didn't care that all the people on that dance floor were going wild but you two were slow dancing, the only thing you could focus on was Jay's hands on you.

“Are you nervous Halstead?” you decided to tease him, noticing the way he was stiff as a pole.

You gasped when Jay suddenly turned you around, pressing your back against his firm, toned chest. His arms were around your waist again and you had to use all your strength not to pass out, especially when you felt his growing hard on pressed on your lower back.

Oh good lord please help me.

“I'm not” he whispered close to your ear and although the loud and deafening music you heard him perfectly. His voice sent shivers down your spine and your breathing quickened. You mentally thanked god Jay couldn't see your face or he'd make fun of you endlessly for the way you were blushing at that moment.

“Are you nervous Y/LN?” he murmured, noticing the way your body reacted and although you couldn't look at him you could perfectly imagine the grin he had on his face.

“You wish you had that kind of power over me Halstead, if anything you annoy me” you replied, raising your head slightly to look at him. He chuckled, looking down at you and wetting his lips with his tongue.

Is he trying to seduce me?

Fuck you were the one who wanted to tease him, how did the situation turn around so quickly?

“You don't look very bothered right now,” he replied and god how right he was. You were anything but annoyed at the time. Excited, frustrated, wet but not bothered.

“What makes you think this?” you asked him, 'accidentally' pushing your hips against Jay's, to the beat of the music. His erection pressed against you almost made you moan, God it felt so damn good your core started aching with need. Your eyes kept alternating between his eyes and his slightly parted lips. His pupils were dilated, the green of his irises almost gone.

You blamed it on alcohol, there's no way on earth you would have done it sober.

Yeah keep telling yourself that.

He tried to suppress a groan and the urge to lift your dress and take you there in front of everyone, he wanted to behave but you were making it so difficult.

“Be careful what you do Y/N” he warned you in an intimidating tone but that had done nothing but turn you on even more.

You bit your lip and Jay took a deep breath trying to supress the urge to bite it for you.

“Let's just dance.”

Your started move your hips more, with more accentuated movements against Jay's. He was losing every shred of sanity, his dick twitching as he felt your ass grinding against him.

He couldn't suppress the groan that came out of his mouth, muttering a “Fuck” under his breath as he pressed his fingers so hard against your hips you were sure they'd leave a mark. He went along with your movements, grinding against you.

“Y/N fuck... What are you doing to me” he tried not to moan like a teenager in heat. He felt he was about to lose control. “Stop whatever the fuck you're doing.”

“You don't seem to mind,” you retorted referring to his hard dick pressed against you.

“You have no idea what you're getting yourself into”. His breathing was heavy, you felt his chest rise and fall quickly against your back and you knew how much he was holding on at that moment. “Holy shit...” he murmured as you continued to grind against him.

His hands wandered on your hips, your waist, he was dying to touch you, he wanted to tear off your clothes, feel every inch of your skin. His fingers lightly touched your breasts and you almost moaned at that contact. You couldn't explain it but you felt the overwhelming desire for him to touch you, to feel his hands on you. You knew this was wrong but you didn't care, your mind was too clouded to think rationally.

You almost stopped breathing when you felt his hand move your hair and his lips press on your neck, starting to kiss and suck your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access and let his mouth torture you, your eyes half closed, your lips slightly parted. You lifted your arm behind you and your hand fisted his hair, feeling how soft it was. You felt him groan against your neck and you seriously thought you were about to collaps sooner or later.

The moment his lips broke away from you, you felt a feeling of emptiness pass through you. God you wanted more, you wanted him, you wanted him in every way imaginable and you didn't care about the consequences, you didn't care you hated each other, you wanted Jay and just him.

You turned to him and the expression of pure lust with which he looked at you was one of the most beautiful and sexy things you have ever seen in your life. Your faces were dangerously close, only a few inches apart and it would've been enough for you to raise your head a little to kiss him. Your hands were on his chest, your fingers caressing his through the fabric of his shirt as his kept gripping your hips.

“We have to stop this before things get worse,” he said but he didn't mean a single word. He just wanted you to stop him because he wouldn't be able to do that in any way.

Your nose brushed against his and you shook his head lightly as your arms encircled his neck. “I don't want to stop Jay.”

“Y/N I'm trying with all my might not to give in and do something we might regret later but, fuck, you're making it so hard me.”

“Yeah I can feel it” you smirked and Jay was on the verge of going crazy, completely losing his mind.

“Don't bite your lip, goddamit don't do this...” he mumbled as his thumb caressing your lower lip, his eyes tracing every single inch of it.

“I know you want me Jay, as much as I want you,” you said, your lips brushing his but without kissing him “I want you to fuck me and if you don't do it I'll find someone who will, maybe that guy...-”

“Fuck it,” he interrupted you and before you could even understand what was happening his mouth was on yours as he devoured you in a kiss so deep and passionate you felt the air sucked out of your lungs. One of his hands clenched your hair into a fist, the other one gripping you tightly as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.

At that moment you both forgot where you were, that everyone could watch as you both seemed to be on the verge of fucking on that dance floor. But damn it you didn't care, you just wanted that moment to never end. That dizzy feeling that kiss made you feel was something you never felt in your life, no one had ever made you lose your mind as much as Jay Halstead.

He kissed you as if his life depended on it, as if he could die at any moment due to the passion that overwhelmed him like a raging river.

His hands went down from your hips to your ass and squeezed it hard, letting a little moan escape into his mouth. “Oh fuck Jay...” The very moment you moaned his name, Jay knew it wouldn't be the last time because the way his name escaped your lips was something he wanted to hear you scream again and again.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your mouth “That's it we're going home.”

He broke away from the kiss and grabbed your hand, dragging you off the dance floor towards the club exit. He didn't even bother letting the others know you were leaving, he was eager, eager to drag you home and fuck you.

A gasp of surprise escaped your lips when, as soon as you got to his truck, he slammed you into the door, pressing his body against yours as he took your breath away again with another deep and searing kiss.

Jay could feel that kiss through his whole body, like a fire had broken out inside him, and he knew he had already become addicted to your lips and it'd be difficult to break away from you. He grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg, circling his hip with it, a moan escaped both your lips as he rubbed his hard erection against you. You were both a mess of sighs, groans, hands roaming every inch of your bodies and gasps.

“Ah... Jay please...”

“Please what? What do you want?” he whispered as his lips traced kisses along your jaw to your earlobe, nibbling it.

“You. I want you” you sighed, your hands in his hair as you continued to press your body against him to seek some relief. Damn it, you've never been so turned on and eager as you were then.

His hand ran up your body, from your hip up to your jaw, looking at you with so much intensity you almost fainted.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want to bend you over my truck and fuck you?”

“Do it” you blurted out and it was embarrassing how quickly you responded. He chuckled and pulled his face close to yours, taking your lower lip between his teeth and biting it, making you whimper.

God this man will be the death of me.

“You're so eager princess aren't you?” he whispered against your ear “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll do nothing but think of me, feel me, for the next few days and weeks. Do you hear me?” he bit and sucked the skin of your neck making you squirm under his touch. You nodded, unable to formulate a single coherent thought. “But not here, I hate you but you deserve more than a dirty fuck in a parking lot.”

Jay closed the door of his apartment with a kick as his mouth continued to devour you, burning you alive. Your hands ran along your bodies with messy and chaotic movements as you undress each other, piece by piece. Your clothes were scattered in a trail leading to Jay's bedroom.

“Jump” he whispered against your lips and you did as he told you, jumping into his arms as his fingers pressed hard on your bare thighs. His touch burned and never before you felt so alive.

He kissed you wildly, never breaking away from you. You bit his lip and the sound that came out of his mouth almost made you cum.

“Fuck Y/N you drive me crazy.”

He dropped you on his bed, your body bounced as he bent over you. You both wore nothing but your underwear and Jay took a couple of seconds to observe you, look at you, study you and imprint in his memory every single detail of you, every single inch of your body. “God you are so fucking beautiful.”

You kissed him again, encircling his hips with your legs in an attempt to feel him as close to you as possible. He started grinding his still covered dick against you, making you moan relentlessly in his mouth.

His lips traced wet kisses down your jaw and chest, one elbow supporting him while the other cupped one of your breasts. He groped it relentlessly, releasing it from your bra and another moan escaped you as he wrapped your mouth around your nipple, grabbing it between his teeth, biting and sucking it.

You arched your back and Jay took the opportunity to slide his hands behind your back and undo your bra which ended up in an indefinite point of the pocket.

“Oh god Jay please.”

“Fuck yes keep saying my name like that” he said as he continued to suck first one breast and then the other, giving both of them the same attention. You felt like you were about to explode from too much desire and Jay seemed to enjoy the way you continued to squirm beneath him. “You smell so fucking good.”

He ran a hand down your body cupping you pussy on top of your panties. You nearly felt your soul leave your body, a loud moan leaving your lips when he started drawing circles on your clit.

“I can feel how wet you are, is this all for me? Do I make you this horny baby?” he muttered against your lips as he kissed you but you could hardly even return that kiss because of your moans.

“Fuck yes, all for you baby I want you so bad.”

Jay almost came into his boxers, he had never seen someone looking so fucking beautiful and just the way pleasure plastered all over your face, made him lose his mind.

He slipped his hand under your panties and a moan died in your throat.

Thank God I shaved.

“Good God you're so wet,” he groaned “You're gonna be the death of me Y/N, do you have any idea how hot you look right now huh?”

He easily slipped two fingers inside you and you threw your head back, your legs spontaneously spread even more “Oh fuck yes! Oh god Jay...” you moaned, your fist closed around the blanket while you already felt over the edge. His fingers curled inside you, hitting your G-spot and almost making you come on the spot.

He suddenly stopped fingering you, taking his hand out of your panties and making you let out a cry of disappointment. Your heart definitely stopped beating when you saw him wrap his lips around his fingers. He moaned as he sucked them with meticulous attention while you were no longer able to breath. He didn't take his eyes off yours even for a second and you had your mouth wide open as you watched the hottest and sexiest scene you've ever seen.

“Hmm so good. Fuck I need to taste you right now.”

“Jay what the fuck!” you exclaimed in horror when he literally ripped your panties off you. He silenced you by pressing his mouth against yours and the thought of your ripped panties was instantly forgotten. With a single movement he grabbed you by your hips and changed positions, making you sit on his lap, never breaking the kiss. You immediately started grinding your hips against his erection, making a mess with your wetness and you would’ve lied if you said you were dying to feel it inside you.

Jay lyed his back on the mattress, your bare chest pressed against his as you continued to esplore each other's mouths.

“I want you to ride my face" he said, biting your lower lip and this phrase alone set your whole body on fire.

“Fuck Jay you're killing me” you moaned against his lips, feeling your insides clench in anticipation. Other times you would've even objected, but back then you were so horny if he had asked you to hang from the chandelier upside down you would've done it without any hesitation. A loud moan came out of your mouth when, after you got into the position, his tongue drew a line along your pussy.

“Oh god princess, you taste so fucking good. I wanted to do this for so long” he groaned and the vibration of his voice against you almost sent you to another dimension. His tongue licked you as his lips sucked on your clit vigorously, as if you were the tastiest meal and he hadn't eaten in months.

“Fuck yes, grind your hips like that baby” he said. His eyes never left you and he felt his dick almost explode in his boxers. You were such a mess on top of him as you screamed and moaned his name and, god, that sight alone made all the sexual tension he went through all worth it.

“Oh fuck yes, yes, yes! God right there baby, don't stop” you moaned out loud as you kept grinding your hips on his face. His arm was around your thigh as he pushed you more against his face. God, he might as well have suffocated and he still would’ve been the happiest man on the planet. With his other hand Jay slid his boxers down and almost breathed a sigh of relief as his erection was released. His fingers gripped the base of his dick and he began to pump with his hand, his tip wet with precum. It was almost embarrassing how much turned on he was, he seriously thought he was going to explode at any moment.

“That’s it fuck my face princess, ride it.”

With your hands you leaned against the head of the bed to give you support, your eyes met his when you lowered your gaze.

“Ah goddamn yes... Fuck Jay you're touching yourself, it's so hot,” you moaned when you noticed his hand around his dick as he pleasured himself “You couldn't help yourself don't you? Fuck!” you finished the sentence with a scream when he penetrated you with his tongue and fucked you with it “Shit, shit, shit!” you slammed the wall with one hand when his lips sucked your clit again.

“Touch your tits for me princess” he muttered against you and it felt like he was being pushed over the precipice when one of your hands grabbed your right boob while you fisted his hair with the other. “Fuck the things you're doing to me right now Y/N, you fucking destroy me.”

“You're so fucking good... Oh fuck, please don't stop you're gonna make me come.” You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you kept grinding on his face while his mouth and tongue fucked you, your hand still massaging your breast wishing it was his.

Jay could feel it, the way your thighs were shaking and gripping his head, the way your movements became more and more chaotic and messy, the way your hand kept pulling his hair. He let go of his dick and pressed his fingers against your thigh as he watched you completely lose control. It was one of the most hottest and heavenly visions he ever witnessed and as a devastating orgasm swept through you, he couldn't help but think how the fuck was even possible he went all this time without this, how could he not give in and fuck you before.

“Holy shit”. Your hair fell in front of your eyes while you had your head down, your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath and regain contact with the reality you had just lost.

Your legs felt like jelly and you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to move for the next few minutes. But Jay was not of the same opinion as in no time he pulled himself up and grabbed your hair in a fist, forcing you to turn your head to the side and kiss you again passionately, your back pressed against his bare chest. You could feel your taste in his mouth, his lips and chin still wet from your arousal.

“Jay please” you groaned when his hand grabbed your left breast, the right one around your throat instead.

“Please what?”

“I need you inside me.” You sounded so pathetic and needy but you didn't give a damn, you just wanted to feel his dick inside you, stretching you out.

He grabbed his dick and brought it closer to your entrance, teasing you by sliding it along your pussy but without penetrating you.

“Jay I swear to god i'm gonna fucking kill you.”

“You want me buried deep inside you don't you? Look at you, so eager to be fucked like a little slut.”

For some strange reason these words turned you on even more than you ever wanted. “Yes fuck, yes... Jay please fuck me. Don't you wanna use me too?” you said and your words made his dick twitch.

“I'm gonna to fucking ruin you for everyone else,” without warning he penetrated you from behind, making you moan loudly.

“Holy shit...”

“Jesus christ” he groaned in your ear coming out and thrusting back into you, hard. His thrusts, from slow and controlled, did not take long to become stronger, more ferocious. You felt him in every corner of your body as he fucked you with so much force you felt a piece of your soul come out with each thrust. He fucked you as if you were nothing more than a toy at his mercy and god how much you loved it. You loved being his toy, you loved being used.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes just like that,” you whimpered and from your reaction Jay knew he had hit your G-spot. He continued at the same pace, with deep, strong thrusts.

“Such a good girl, taking me so fuck good. You like that don't you? Fucking you like a slut” he moaned in your ear, making you lose your mind even more. His fingers that were around your throat brushed your lips and without thinking twice you opened your mouth, sucking them. “Fuck Y/N you're making me losing my goddamn mind.” He let go of your throath and grabbed your hair in a fist, forcing you to tilt your head back.

“Jay oh my god” you cried out, your mind totally clouded with the pleasure he was giving you.

“Holy shit... Yeah that's it, scream my name princess, let everyone know who's making you feel like this”. His lips left hickeys and marks on your neck and he would’ve lied if he said seeing you covered with the marks he had left didn't drive him crazy.

“Fuck you're gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that princess” he groaned feeling your walls clenching around him.

“It's just... Ah shit... Your dick feels so good oh my god” you blathered not even knowing if what you said made sense or not.

A feeling of emptiness invaded you as Jay pulled out but before you could even ask what was wrong, Jay grabbed your hips and made you lie down on your back, causing a gasp to escape from your lips. He grabbed your ankles and raised your legs all the way up, spreading them wide at the same time. Fuck, you didn't even know you were able to get your legs up that high.

Jay positioned himself between your legs, his green eyes fixed on yours as he penetrated you again with a strong, deep thrust.

Damn it, in that position you could feel him even deeper. The feeling of pleasure-pain was driving you crazy and you didn't joke at all when you thought you saw angels and heaven for a moment.

I’m definitely not seeing heaven after this.

“Jesus fucking christ” he moaned. He threw his head back as his hips rocked into you, roughly, without any kind of mercy. He was so beautiful, his eyes half closed, his heavy breathing, droplets of sweat running down his forehead and chest, his lips parted as he cursed a long string of obscenities. He looked like a god.

“Oh god Jay, yes! You make me feel so fucking good... Fuck!”

He looked at you again and god, he felt his stomach twist in a vise as he watched the expression of pure lust and ecstasy on your face. How was it possible for someone to look so fucking hot even while falling apart?

“Goddamn look at you... Holy shit... Look at that face, a fucking goddess.”

You felt so full, the pleasure flowing into every vein of your body. You were overwhelmed, your eyes tearing up because of the intensity with which Jay was fucking you. He kept hitting that magical spot inside you with such speed and depth you nearly flew out of your skin.

“Shit I'm gonna come... Fuck...” you moaned feeling that familiar lower belly pressure intensify even more.

“Fuck I can feel it princess, you're squeezing me so hard.”

His fingers still pressed hard around your ankles, his movements becoming more messy, more frantic and you knew he was close too.

“You're gonna come with me too? Fill my pussy with your cum? Ah fuck!”

That was what pushed Jay over the edge and made him come so hard like he never did in his fucking life. You both exploded in an orgasm that caused the earth beneath you to drop for a moment and as Jay let go of your legs and layed next to you, you both came to the conclusion you'd never again experience with anyone what you experienced that night.

You no longer felt sensitivity in your legs and you didn’t dare to imagine how sore you’d be the next day. You spent the next few minutes in silence, both of you staring at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. God you never felt that way, it was like you could float on the clouds, touch the sky with your fingers.

But the reality of what had just happened hit you in full once you regained control of your mental faculties.

You just had sex with Jay Halstead, the person you hated most in the world, your colleague and partner.

The most fantastic and mind blowing sex I've ever had in my life, your conscience added.

“We just...” you started talking but stopped when you realized you didn't know how to continue.

“Yeah.”

You turned your head towards him, looking at his profile. Feeling watched, he turned his head towards you too, entwining his eyes into yours. He opened his eyes wide in pure shock all of a sudden, as if he had just realized something.

“Shit I came inside of you” he said and almost choked on his own saliva as he said those words.

“I'm on birth control don't worry, I'm not that stupid.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and took his eyes away from yours, bringing them back to the ceiling. He stared for a few seconds before sighing and lifting himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you.

God this whole situation was so embarrassing.

“What are we gonna do?” you dared to ask, lifting yourself up on your elbows. He turned his head towards you, observing you carefully.

“I don't know,” he respondend slightly shaking his head “I mean, I'm gonna be honest Y/N, what I felt tonight... Fuck... This was the best sex I've ever had, but at the same time I hate I felt this good because it's you, the last person I ever wanted to sleep with. Or at least that's what I said to convince myself,” he paused for a moment, running a hand through his hair “I've never lost control as I lose it with you and hate it, I hate I feel like this and I hate you for making me feel like this.”

Your stomach twisted in a vise. You tilted your head slightly to the side as you watched him, not caring you were both still naked. “So this won't happen again?” you asked.

Jay didn’t even think the answer, already knowing what he’d respond. He positioned himself on you, grabbing your jaw with his hand while he supported himself with his other arm, looking at you with his green and piercing eyes. “I know this is a huge mistake but we both know damn well this won't be the last time. Now that I know how you feel I’m very aware I won't be able to resist you for not even a second,” he kissed you, taking your breath away once again and you tried not to smile.

I'm so fucked.

“There are so many things I want to do to you a lifetime won't be enough.”

Yeah, he definitely ruined you for everyone else.

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[therhyspieces]

Things I have taken from girls who broke my heart.

A copy of "Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret" that a childhood best friend lent me because I needed to read 'real books'. I never read it, for the same reason. I was too shy to return it without a review. It has sat on my shelf unread for fourteen years. Maybe it was this, the stolen novel, which caused the falling out, which made her hate me. I never knew, though. She never told me.

An employee hoodie for a local homeless shelter. Two of the loves of my life gave it to me because I was cold despite the summer. I wore it home because the four of us got into an argument that didn't really have anything at all to do with me, and taking the hoodie was easier than holding my tongue while I sat with the drawstrings pulled right about my face like it'd somehow help me solve their problems for them. I couldn't. I can't. I still wish I could. I miss them both dearly, miss them when I'm standing in the room with them. I think sometimes we are echoes of ourselves, no longer the shout but the answer.

A tendency of putting corn on my chipotle burritos, from my second-oldest friend. It makes them ever-so-slightly sweet, like she was, like she still tries to be, at the expense, often, of everything else, especially herself. A girl who makes mincemeat of herself for the people she loves will soon cease to exist as something which is capable of receiving love. I love you, my friend. Please see it, I think. Please. It will not matter. She has made a tragedy of herself.

A pair of soft pajama pants, from a lover. "With pockets!" she exclaimed, thrusting her hands in them while I laughed. We still talk, but I don't know how to return the pants without being awkward. "Here are the pants that I took before you pretended I didn't exist for a week and then broke up with me?" Yeah, right. Besides, I like the pockets.

A copy of the game Battleship, from a different childhood friend. She lent it on the promise I would give it back but I never figured out how to because my mom stopped letting her over. Something about oversexualization. Or bad influences. I don't know. She used to cheat by taking her ships off the grid. She went missing in Maui a few years ago; I don't know if they ever found her. Maybe she's just taken herself off the grid like she used to -- C4, miss. I hope she at least found herself.

A profile picture from my high school graduation party, which still lives on some sites. I remember when she took it, my talented artist friend. She stood over me, behind me as I sat on the May grass with my knees pulled up to my chest, and I tipped my head up to see the lens. In the picture, my eyes are very blue and my hair is still long, because this was before I stopped playacting at femininity. I am smirking, like I know something the photographer didn't, which was maybe that I loved her. She had a clever eye for many things but not, I think, for that. You can see her toes in one corner of the frame, the photo's only imperfection.

The twitch I get when I'm stressed, the one that says "I need a cigarette." I didn't have it before. It's because I would smoke on the back porch with her, an excuse to be just us, with my hoodie turned up against the cold, and she would jokingly tell me that she'd always wanted to date an emo boy, even though we both know I am neither, and she'd take a drag of my cigar and kiss me and everything would be perfect, for just a crystalline moment, a shock of quiet through the noise of the world. Sometimes I smoke for just a brush of that feeling again, a taste of that shining rightness, but nicotine-quiet is different from love-quiet.

A smattering of other things from this little crowd. A love of pop-punk. Memories of Hebrew school. A dislike of watermelon. A particular method of doodling jellyfish. Drawing stars, drawing 3D boxes. A first kiss that didn't count. My name, my career, and half my stories or more. I am all stories, so I am all them. We carry cracks in us like medals. My shrink says that heartbreak is a form of grief not condoned by society, but I think for girls like us the problem is sharper than that.

This line:

Love does not conquer all. In truth, love is barely enough to keep you in the room with me.

[fleurlia]

here is part two of this.

[7:13 pm] for all the phases you have been through in the past few months, all of them were disastrous. a couple of months after jeno has told you about his proposal karina and he appears with new rings, explaining to everyone how both just choose to make things more swiftly and not wait until graduation.

you already knew it but that didn't stop you from spending at least twenty minutes crying pathetically in the ladies' room.

certainly when you thought things couldn't get any worse, believe me, they did. you were convinced for the moment karina asked you to help her choose the dress. again, you couldn't blame anyone against yourself.

renjun and donghyuck stood next to you, holding their laughs as she was asking for help in the most loving way. just for when she was gone the duo were shouting loud and attempting to comfort your poor heart. following that, you saw yourself sat there watching karina trying on more than a thousand wedding dresses, for getting married to the love of your life.

it would be easier to hate her if she was a bitch and 20% less attractive. you thought.

and talking about him, you couldn't even hold his gaze without looking weepy and bitter. your friendship existed only by devices, which you believed would be turned off the moment he said yes to her.

after a year of planning and torture, the big day has arrived and even though you have created every possible excuse, none seemed good enough to not going to your best friend's wedding. including a sweet smile, your mom comforted you as you got ready for the wedding, holding up tears and making yourself at least looking attractive on the worst day of your life. you asked more than once for your mother to be merciful and to fake an accident but she keeps telling you how could you get over it if you didn't see "the dead body".

instructed to stay at least a few minutes late, you made everything possible to be delayed. not wanting to arrive and have to deal with the reception and face the bride and groom. not craving to deal with the fact that if you held more than five seconds alone with jeno, you would presumably tell him the truth that was stuck in your throat. then when you arrive everyone was already at the ceremony, your entry causing a small noise that drew attention. jeno's eyes catching yours immediately.

the couple looking supremely beautiful, like always. the dress that karina and you have picked just not fits her but makes everyone around her look poorly ugly. oh my god, i hate myself so much. that was the only thing going through your mind.

sitting down next to renjun, he sends you a glance. "it's almost ended, i thought you were not coming."

"as if i were that lucky"

he chuckles but gently takes your hands. even though you said more than a thousand times that you didn't want anyone feeling sorry for you, he tried his best to make things a little better.

while the minutes started to grow, your mind stopped a few more every time that ceremony got close for the "yes". holding up every tear you possess in your body, you almost failed as the old lady next to you smile in your direction and whispered;

"what are you from the groom??"

"i... i am his best friend, since freshman year at college."

"oh, that's why he is looking right here all the time."

quietly you agreed with her, not even daring yourself to look up and catch all of his stares. the moments pass with you staring to anywhere, you couldn't even look at them without feeling your chest squeeze in sharp pain.

"so lee jeno, do you take this woman as your wife to lover her, respect her, and looking for her?"

wishing to not stand there or even existed, you were close to starting to crying but renjun squeezed your hands and all that people heard at next was; "yes, i do."

lee jeno, the love of your life just got married... but it's was not whit you.

later on, — this including the time you spent crying and sobbing in the car — you were supposed to go to the celebration and that's is what you did as a supportive friend.

the first hour was going like a blink, you have to pretend so much happiness that the idea of the newlyweds just got blanked out of your mind. it was the last straw when jeno's sister approached you with a gentle smile, you could feel her pity just by the look on her face and you felt even more miserable when she said it in a low tone: ''i always thought that on a day like today, you would be my new sister.''

that hurt so much.

the rest of the night passed like a blur, a slow and painful blur. you had taken so many pictures and you were sure that you looked ridiculous in the picture with the bride and groom, donghyuck and renjun were there to support you but your false happiness was quickly destroyed by jeno's stares.

almost at the end of the celebration, everyone full of the food and tired from the dancing, people decided it was time for the speeches and in the crowd of invited people you hid behind your friends. if by any chance the universe hated you that much you would be chosen to give some words and you were ready to make a whole speech based on rose's in "love, rosie". it would be tragic.

karina's mother said beautiful words to the couple and praised jeno so much that you at that moment felt happy for him. many relatives passed by, all of them talking about how perfect they were for each other and at end wishing them happiness. you felt like a jealousy bitch at every second.

almost at the end of all your torture, you already agreed that renjun or one of his friends would take you home because you didn't even want to talk, it was the newlyweds' turn to speak. karina sounded so perfectly in love with every word she spoke out. you were thankful to be far away from the couple because your stomach flipped as you watched jeno stand up, straightening his suit and black hair.

you were about to get up and walk away, not wanting to hear about how much he loved her and was grateful to be married to her but after a second thought, you knew you would draw pitying and pitiful glances in your direction.

"i can give you more than a thousand and one reasons about how i ended up here, married to karina." his soft voice echoing throughout the room. "one of them is because sometimes... we don't notice that what we need is right under our noses. sometimes we even notice... but only a few people dare themselves to confess their love to that person.'' at that point nobody else understood where he was getting at with that speech. just like all evening, you didn't attempt to look at him and be unlucky enough to find him also watching you.

''one more reason why we are here, on this particular night, is that maybe i took too long to realize, waited for too long. i wish i could confess this earlier because... deep down i always knew it was you. the love of my life and my best friend.''

something inside of you clicked. back when you started to date, jeno looked you up one day and you fought, he was just being jealous that your then-boyfriend also claimed to be your best friend and you didn't say anything, the point is that he would never call karina his best friend. on that day, both promise never forgets about their besties and never, never calling anyone ''best friend''.

nobody knew about that.

"if... if i could only go back in time... maybe i would tell myself how i should confess to you.'' you looked up, getting his gaze. you stood surprised when you noticed that his eyes were tearing up. ''if only i had known that we would be here today. i never would have let your lips leave mine years ago, on new years'. i never should have walked away. i never should have panicked. i never should have lost all those years without you... because i've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, i will always honestly, truly, completely love you.''

you couldn't believe in your damn bad luck.

you couldn't discover what was more pathetically tragic. the fact that karina would watch the video of her wedding in the future and see her husband confessing his love to someone who wasn't her. or the fact that jeno had chosen his wedding day to acknowledge that he loved you.

karina never kissed him on new year's, their first one was in a cinema. only you did, once in your second year as friends. you two never spoke about it.

karina didn't like romantic comedies, she was a literature major and only liked movies that was focussed on classics. you did. you had made jeno watch "love, rosie" so many times that you both knew the script.

with tears rolling down their cheeks, the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. he loved you too. you both now knew about the other's love. inaudibly while you wiped your tears you both agreed that; maybe in another time, another life, we were meant for a happy ending. but not here, not at this moment.

but it didn't matter, only you two knew how much you loved each other and always would.

ok guys, sorry for making this so long and for any mistakes. let me know if you wanted to me doing scenarios, reactions or timestamps or even let my asks open for requests.

[brckensociety]

it wasn't often that knox frequented bars that housed those of the supernatural kind, knowing that her kind could usually be seen as an abomination. a hybrid, part living wolf, part dead vampire. it often seemed easier to go where the unknowing partied, that way she could drink in a decent amount of peace outside of the occasional flirtations. tonight had been different, the authorities almost catching her at her last job meant she had to lay low and well, what better place to do so than a place where the things that go bump in the night go to have their fun away from the prying eyes of the mundane world. she'd kept to herself most of the night, having a few drinks whilst she ignored the surrounding patrons, mostly because the eyes she felt on her so often were judgemental instead of flirtatious when they belonged to other species. it did help that there was a heavy tension in the room between who she assumed were the vampires and werewolves, it was a rivalry her parents were all too set on following whilst she ignored it. when she had tried to leave everything seemed to happen so fast, one second the blonde was hearing her heels click on the floor as she headed for the door and the next she was sitting upon a wolf's lap whilst a fang sat opposite her pretending he didn't exist. a mischievous laugh fell from her lips as her gaze shifted between the pair, a smirk forming on her red-painted lips. "i've been here how long and you boys only now decided it was your chance to make your introductions?" she queried, intrigued how this could play out, deciding to make no move to pull away from either male. "do you both have names or are you so captivated that you've forgotten them?"

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬: f. 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱: in the source. i figured this would be taking place at some sort of party / nightclub where different supernatural creatures are attending ( your muse can be human or supernatural ) but there’s tension between the different groups. your muse can end up with both or can pick just one if that’s more comfortable for you. 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: anything welcome. can be something new for the thread or your muse can have a pre-established connection with one / both of them. do not like this starter.

had been openly eyeballing the desirable subject all night when they finally passed by to leave, orion’s warm but determined hands reaching out to plant upon each side of their hips and guiding their form into taking a seat right there in his lap. ❝ you trying to sneak away? ❞ cooed in their ear, nuzzling against their jaw and neck for a fraction before lips parted to speak once more, ❝ i was hoping you’d keep me company. ❞

of course magnus had no intention of letting the other slip out without taking his shot, but once he saw them sitting far too prettily in the lap of the beast, knew he had to drop his disinterested act and instead go right in for the kill. slipping into the chair opposite to the public display, the biting sensation of his chilled touch etched along the soft flesh of the target’s arm before hooking around their fingers to force their hand within his own. kept impishly pale hues fixated on them, refusing to acknowledge the presence of the other male, ❝ are you going to be lingering over here in this grim corner all night? i’ve been just dying to talk to you. ❞