#and yet. and yet. as you can see. i have my limits too. I've been hit with too much stupidity i fear.

[eyekonvivi]

The Seventh Star - Chapter 6 - Katseye x 7th member reader

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The next morning, on a Wednesday in June 

Barely awake, I stepped into the dance studio. Our choreographer hadn't arrived yet, and the room was filled with a silence broken only by occasional yawns. The dark circles under my eyes—and under the girls'—were proof of how rough last night had been.

I dropped my bag in a corner and slid down against one of the studio's mirrored walls, Sophia settling beside me.

Manon and Megan then sit down next to us and talk in hushed tones, too tired to be as loud as usual.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head gently against Sophia's, taking a moment to breathe and mentally prepare for the day ahead. This morning was our final rehearsal for our debut track, Debut. We had already recorded the vocals last week.

I'm jumping lightly when I feel a head rest gently on my shoulder. I open my eyes a little to see an exhausted-looking Yoonchae. My surprise at her being so tactile, which she isn't often, is quickly replaced by concern: I may have underestimated the impact that yesterday's disaster had on the maknae.

"Yoonchip are you okay?" I question her with concern.

"Yes I'm fine don't worry, you can go back to your sleep."

I nod before returning to my thoughts.

Unfortunately, my rest only lasts a few minutes as furious, sharp dance steps echo across the parquet floor. Daniela is already practicing the choreography, practicing each step with fervor, while Lara stares in disbelief as she quietly stretches.

Her movements are brutal, and the determination in her eyes seems to betray all the anger and bitterness she feels about our current situation.

I look around me and notice that the other girls are also watching Daniela with a mixture of confusion and concern.

I look away from Daniela when I hear the studio door slam and several staff members enter, led by Son. Seeing the expression of annoyance, if not anger, on his face, I quickly stand up and stand as straight as I can.

" Good morning, please gather on this side, I need to talk to you" he calls out coldly.

In my haste, I bumped into Megan, who slipped an arm around my waist with a light laugh, only to pull away quickly when one of the staff shot her a disapproving look.

When silence returns, Son addresses us in a strict but not accusatory tone.

"I don't need to ask you if you've seen the video, I've already been told. And before you start, no, I don't need your apology. I need concrete action. This project may have been disturbed, but that doesn't mean it won't happen.

I hear Sophia breathe a faint sigh of relief as my shoulders relax somewhat.

"You will rehearse this morning as planned for 3 hours, and at 11am you will present your dance performance to the Hybe-Geffen team. We'll then decide if you're ready to fly to Colombia to film the video clip."

I exchange a stressed but thrilled glance with Lara before turning my attention back to Son.

"Regarding your, well our media error, we're going to fix it on two scales. First, as a group you will do a live on Weverse to clarify the situation at the date we decide. Also, Daniela and Y/n will make more public appearances together so that the media and fans believe in your friendly idyll... And no need to make that face Y/n."

I try to limit my eyebrow raise to a neutral face as Manon and Lara chuckle quietly.

"So I'd like to discuss this with Daniela and Y/n right away. The rest of you can leave and start warming up with your choreographer."

As the girls split up, Daniela and I follow Son into his office. I'm having a hard time reducing the growing ball of anxiety in my stomach, and I can see the apprehension in Daniela's eyes as she turns to check if I'm following her into the office.

We sit down stiffly as Son and one of the staff members hand us two files, one red and one light blue, each designating our representative color in the group. 

Son gestured for us to open them. I notice that the fill is full of detailed information about the latina : hobbies, favorite music, go-to foods—even her "ideal date" preferences?

Glancing at the file Daniela is holding, I realize that she has the same kind of information on me, some of it from what we said in interviews, some of it from our Dream Academy candidature and some of it of more obscure origins.

I panic slightly when I see the amount of information gathered about me and the potentially embarrassing things. In particular, I think back to my answer to the question "What object would you take with you to a desert island?" When I see that Daniela has answered her favorite book, whereas I answered my stuffed rabbit at an interview for Dream Academy, I feel the tips of my cheeks redden.

There are also a few photos in the file of Daniela and me interacting, the rather small quantity of which shows the state of our current relationship. However, I notice several more recent photos where Daniela is looking in my direction, sometimes even with something like affection.

"The team has concocted a dossier on each of you so that the other can find out a little more about you. I want you to go out together, to have positive interactions in front of the cameras to convince them of your friendship. It's not me who needs to be convinced, it's the fans".

"Are you asking us to invent our relationship from nothing ?" asks a dumbfounded Daniela.

"Not from nothing, I know there's a potential friendship between you even if you may not yet see the chemistry you could have together. I caught a quick glimpse of it before the group debuted, but I thought it was particularly interesting during your performance yesterday. So sort out your issues and I'm sure it can work between you if each of you takes a step towards the other.

Seeing Son's determined reaction, none of us dared to argue with him. At the sight of our abashed expressions, he added in a softer voice.

"I believe in you girls and I believe in Katseye. I know you can do it."

I throw a hopeful glance at Daniela, who looks lost and unsure of how to act, very far from her usual confidence. She replies with a hesitant smile before exclaiming : 

" Alright Son, we'll do it, thank you for your understanding"

"Thank you Son" I add, trying to speak despite my confusion.

"You're welcome, I'll let you update the media team on your upcoming outings together. In the meantime, get back to training!"

We greet him politely before hurrying back to the dance studio. I really wasn't expecting this when I entered the office...

***

" I know, I know it hurts. You're gonna be alright." 

As these words leave my mouth, I'm kneeling beside Daniela, who's holding her neck with both hands, supported by Manon.

Everything happened so fast. One second, we were halfway through our second hour of rehearsal—sweating, exhausted but focused—and the next, a sharp cry cut through the music. We all froze. Then Daniela sank to the floor, hands pressed to her neck, tears welling in her eyes.

We suddenly stopped and gathered around the blonde. And as I placed a reassuring hand on Dani's arm, Sophia took up her leadership role and gave the group directions:

"Girls, don't crowd her. Megan, Yoonchae—go get the medics. Lara, those towels over there—wet them with hot water. I'll stay here with Manon and Y/n."

The girls hurry off as I watch Daniela try to contain her groans of pain. Sophia encourages us to help her sit more comfortably on the floor, leaning against Manon's shoulder.

And that's when I realize how utterly useless I feel. I can't touch her neck, I don't know what kind of pain she's in—and I'm terrified of making it worse. So instead, I resort to the only thing I can offer.

"Don't worry Dani, I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks", I try to convince her at the same time as myself.

"I don't know... What if I can't work on the music video? I worked so hard for it..." Her voice breaks at the end, and it shatters something inside me. She looks so fragile in that moment—small, scared, her usual spark dulled by pain.

Seeing the goosebumps on her arms covered by a simple tank top, I remove my sports sweatshirt and place it very delicately on Daniela's shoulders without seeing the camera that one of the staff members is pointing at us.

"Thanks y/n" 

Something in her gaze makes my breath hitch. There's no smugness, no defiance—just vulnerability. Warmth. Trust. It catches me completely off guard, and I quickly glance away, heart pounding.

I can hear Manon continuing to whisper reassuring words to Daniela, who is doing her best to maintain a neutral expression. As for Sophia, I hear her whispering to our choreographer to ask if he thinks her injury is serious, and although I can't hear his answer, his expression only increases my worry.

We wait a few minutes before two sports doctors arrive and ask Manon and me to step aside, which I do reluctantly.

And as I watch the doctors take Daniela into the infirmary, I realize that the concern I feel is very real, that this feeling of suffocation I felt when I saw the blonde's condition is strong, maybe I care more about her than I pretend...

And I realize—I'm scared. Not just worried. Scared.

That tightness in my chest when she cried out in pain... it wasn't about the group or the choreography. It was about her.

I care. Maybe more than I want to admit.

The other girls then return and we are encouraged by our choreographer to continue our rehearsals while Daniela is being checked out in an adjacent room.

But I'm having trouble concentrating and I'm making one technical mistake after another, even mistakenly bumping into Yoonchae during one of my rotations. After that, I pretend to be thirsty and take a short break to grab my water bottle. Lara joins me just after, a worried expression on her face:

"Are you okay Y/n?"

"Yes, I'm fine, it's just that seeing one of my team members injured like this, just a few hours before our departure for Colombia.... I just think it's a real pain, that's all."

She watches me carefully, not buying it. Then she smirks, tilting her head.

"Ohhh. I thought you were worried about Daniela. But I forgot—she's your nemesis, right?" She throws in a teasing wink.

"Uh—no, I mean—it's just a... reasonable and justified concern for my... well for a teammate," I stammered.

"If you say so..."

I take another sip of water, hoping it'll wash down the lump in my throat. But it doesn't. Lara's teasing lingers in the air, more accurate than I want to admit. I glance toward the infirmary door, half-expecting it to open, half-hoping it won't.

What is this feeling?

I tell myself it's just concern. That it could've been any of the girls and I'd have felt the same. But I know that's not true. When Daniela cried out, something inside me cracked open—something I've been trying to keep shut for months.

I lean against the wall, wiping the sweat from my forehead, but my thoughts keep circling back to her eyes—wet, vulnerable, locked on mine for a second too long.

Maybe we're not enemies.

Maybe I never wanted us to be.

***

At 11 a.m., the time when we were meant to present our performance for Debut to the Hybe-Geffen team, we see Son walks back in the studio with Daniela and the doctors. Our teammate is wearing a cervical collar, my sweatshirt now in her hand, and at this sight Manon, to tease her, says:

"Loving the new look, Dani! That cervical collair is so  sexy !"

The blonde flashes a small smile to Sophia before stepping almost shyly towards me, her hand outstretched to hand me back my sweatshirt. Cheeks flushed, she walks up to me, hesitant but smiling :

" Thanks for the sweatshirt and for the comfort Y/n, it means..."

"Daniela, please come and sit here" Son interrupts, pointing to a chair on her left. Then he continues:

"It's nothing very serious, but her neck needs a little rest before she can get back to dancing. Today's performance is thus postponed, and you'll do it in 7 days' time with or without Daniela, depending on how her condition develops. As for the video shoot, it too will be postponed to the same date."

I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear Son's words and see that she has regained her usual smile.

"However, this week you will continue to train together, 6 of you, and despite your injury, Daniela, I still want you to do what we talked about with Y/n in the office."

Outraged at Son's decision, which gives the blonde no pause, I speak up :

"What ? But Daniela needs some rest, we can always do that later. And then there's the live with the rest of the band to sort things out."

"It's okay Y/n I can do it, don't worry" Daniela replies.

Son thinks for a few seconds, then continues with irritation:

"Can you remind me again who makes the decisions, Y/n? If the integrity of the group is at risk, each member has to make an effort , even in the case of a light injury. Daniela will participate in these public outings with you for this reason."

"But Son this is quite unfair..." Manon also defends my speech.

And while Son seems to be reflecting on Manon's speech, he looks at the other members of the label, who shake their heads, before resuming more firmly : 

"That's enough, this decision is made and I'm counting on you to respect it. Especially you Y/n who criticize when the mistake comes from you in the first place." 

I lower my head at Son's sharp words, which only bring up my anxieties from the day before. I hear angry exclamations from the girls and Megan, as so often, rushes to my defense:

"If I may say so, it's not fair to accuse Y/n when the journalist interviewing her was clearly unqualified. It wouldn't have happened if the label hadn't accepted an interview like that and if we'd been given better media training."

"Miss Skiendiel please watch what you say, I don't want to have to apply sanctions to you. It's not the first time we've said that to you."

I see the muted fury in Megan's eyes and just as she's about to retort, I take her hand and whisper pleadingly.

"It's nothing Meg, I'll do it, there's no need to make enemies with Son. Just be careful..."

At my words, her gaze softens lightly in my direction, then she just stares coldly at Son, squeezing my hand in a gesture of comfort. I can hear the girls talking to Son, trying to keep calm.

Lara explains that it's a basic human right to be allowed to rest after such an injury, Sophia adds that it's for the best for the well-being of the group, and Manon is outraged by his words to me.

Daniela stays silent, staring blankly ahead, and I can see that she's too exhausted from the events of the last few days to put up a fight. And just as I'm about to move towards her, Yoonchae gets ahead of me and goes to give Dani a hug.

Still at my side, I feel Megan's hand trembling slightly, which makes me look up into her face. I'm surprised to see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey Meg, sweetie are you okay?" I ask her in a soft tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, it's just... what Son said—on top of all those awful comments online—it just came rushing back. And I..." Her voice cracks. "I just want to stay. I've finally found my place—here, with the girls. With you."

Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. I can't help it—I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She holds me just as tightly. For a moment, everything else fades. I melt into her embrace. Her scent is comforting, familiar... it's all I need to breathe again.

"You're irreplaceable in this group, Megan, and if you're forced to leave, I'll leave too!" I say in a determined tone.

My words elicit a small laugh from Megan, she pulls back, eyes meeting mine—then flicking to my lips. As soon as she realizes this, Megan clears her throat, lets go of my hand, pretends to remove some dirt from my shirt and turns to the rest of the group and Son.

Finally, realizing my reaction and those of the girls, he decides to give Daniela 5 days' real rest away from the media and the group's obligations before storming out of the studio.

As soon as he's gone, we all gather for a group hug, more united than ever in this crisis. And it's with determined expressions that we leave the studio, ready to face whatever comes our way.

***

The week is fleeting by at blazing speed, between training for the Debut video and the outings we're doing in our spare time: we're really enjoying it.

The 6 of us went clubbing when Dani was resting at her parents', I went to try out a new Bubble Tea store with Sophia, I had lunch at Lara's parents' with Yoonchae and Megan and I went to see an exhibition at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) with Manon.

Honestly, it was one of the best weeks I've ever spent, doing things in anonymity away from the whole music industry and our public image didn't hurt.

On Tuesday, Daniela returns to Los Angeles after her break. From the start of our training session, she's there, and even if she doesn't participate, her presence and advice make the group happy.

Finally, in the days leading up to our departure for Colombia, Dani and I don't have to make any public appearances, as the label doesn't want to expose her injury before the filming and release of the "Behind The Scene" video clip.

So we meet on Wednesdays at the dance studio to present our choreography to some of the label's members.

Only 6 of us are in the cars heading for the studio this morning, as Daniela has a medical appointment to confirm her recovery and her presence in the video. So she won't be flying with us, since if all goes well, she'll be making her own performance for the label in the afternoon.

So I find myself in the dressing room with Lara and Yoonchae, nervously readjusting my outfit.

"Are you girls almost ready ? The others must be waiting for us," I ask them.

"'Hang on—we just want to run one of the steps again,' Lara says, still mid-spin, alongside the maknae.

"We? You're not the type to do last-minute rehearsals, Lara."

"All right, I asked her. It's just that we can usually always rely on Daniela's steps and I'm just a little less confident with her absence" Yoonchae finally admits to me, interrupting her rehearsals.

"You're already executing the gestures to perfection Yoonchae, I just have to see you right there" I retort, pointing at her with my hands.

"Right? That's what I've been telling her over and over" adds an exaggeratedly desperate Lara.

Finally, Yoonchae seems to listen to our advice and in a burst of confidence, she heads energetically for the door, adding teasingly

" So, are you coming ?"

***

We perform our choreo to perfection, each of us knowing every move as if it were an integral part of ourselves.

At the end of our performance, we gather in a semicircle, expressions full of satisfaction, holding hands as we face the dozen or so label members judging our performance with Son at the center.

While they're whispering to each other and taking notes we chat briefly amongst ourselves. I was just laughing at the hilarious expression one of the jury members had with Megan and Manon when I realize that Sophia, to my right, is surprisingly silent.

I can notice her eyebrows are furrowed and she looks angry. Meeting my inquisitive gaze, she finally explains.

"It's just that I'm not satisfied with what I gave for the performance today and as a leader, it's an obvious mistake."

I shake my head, gentle but firm. "Sophia, don't do this to yourself. You were incredible. Every move, every transition—perfect. And if I saw it, so did the judges." I add a playful wink, and finally, her features soften into a small, grateful smile.

We slip back into the comfort of our post-performance buzz, until Son clears his throat and draws our attention.

For several long minutes, he highlights different points for each of us. He starts with Manon, highlighting her progress but also her expressions, which need to be more audience-oriented; when he mentions Megan, you can see that he's pleased with her stage presence.

After that, when he mentions Yoonchae and Lara, I don't really listen anymore, too stressed to hear his future comments about me. But then my focus returns when I hear these words coming out of Son's mouth

"Your aura during the performance was promising. But you still lack confidence—it shows in your movements. That hesitation is holding you back. You've got a beautiful voice, but don't let that make you complacent. Dance is just as crucial. Work harder. Spend more time in the studio. Ask your teammates for help..."

At these words, I feel a wave of guilt run through me, I haven't worked hard enough... It's true that over the last month, I haven't worked hard enough. I've got to pull myself together, I've got to improve my dancing, I want to become, well, I want to be the best version of myself.

I'm taken out of my thoughts when I hear Sophia's name come out of Son's mouth, her words even harsher against our leader who, I feel, is being judged more severely than any of us even though she's giving everything she's got in this group.

I can see from our leader's shining eyes that she's holding back her tears in the presence of Son, trying to keep a straight face, in front of the label members and even in front of us.

At the end of Son's speech, I watch Sophia make her way with a hurt expression to the dressing room. I rush after her, while the rest of the group remain in the studio chatting with the label members.

When I find Sophia, she's sitting on one of the changing room benches, her head hidden in her hands. I slowly approach to sit beside her, but she doesn't even look up.

"Sophia?" I finally whisper. "Don't let what Son said eat at you. You were amazing. And we all know you deserve to be our leader—you embody that role in every way."

At these words, Sophia looks up at me with teary eyes and replies in a small voice:

"Really ? You think so ?"

"Yes, really! Don't forget you're our treasured leader, our rock. And who else would bless us with that unforgettable laugh if not you ? "

She cracks a smile, a quiet little one. "You would."

"Me?" I gasp, dramatically. "That's a low blow, Sophia. I'm wounded."

It draws a real laugh from her this time, even if it's faint.

But the smile fades again, and her voice turns fragile. "I just want to be enough. For my family, for the label, the fans... and for all of you. I give everything I've got, but it never feels like it's enough. And that... that hurts."

"I totally get it... But you are enough. You're more than enough—for the girls, and for me. Always."

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and rest my head gently against hers.

"You're our anchor Sophia, you make the group what it is today. And we'll thank you enough for that. But let us also help you and be there for you, you don't have to take on this role alone."

"Thank you Y/n."

We sit like that for a moment, and then, finally, she lets go. The tears spill over, and I hold her tightly, her sobs quiet against my shoulder. Her tears soak through my top, but I don't care. All that matters is that she's not carrying this alone anymore.

I don't know how much time passes before we hear the voices of the rest of the group getting closer and closer to the locker room door. Understanding from the horrified look Sophia gives me that she doesn't want the others to see her in this state, I rush to the door, throw myself out and block the entrance with my body just as Megan arrives in front of me followed by Manon, Yoonchae and Lara.

"Hello girls, how have you been? Sophia's been looking for you, she's in the recording room." I try awkwardly to invent an excuse.

"We were looking for her, but we just walked by the recording room and she wasn't there," Manon replies with confusion.

"Ah yes, that's right, it wasn't the recording room but the meeting room, sorry I got confused" I add.

The girls stare at me in bewilderment before finally making their way to the meeting room on the opposite side of the building, all except Megan.

"Y/n, your explanation wasn't exactly convincing ... What's going on?" she questions me worriedly.

"It's Sophia, she's not feeling very well, but I think a moment's calm won't do her any harm. I'll go and ask one of the staff to book a car for her and me to the airport, so she can rest for the half-hour ride."

"Oh I see, I'll take care of asking the staff that and I'll try to distract the girls while you go to the car"

"Thank you Megan, well I should say, my partner in crime" I wink at her.

I see her cheeks redden before she repeats, sticking out her tongue, with an amusing expression.

"Yeah, yeah. Partner in crime. Anyway, I'm going to go before this gets suspicious, keep me updated on Sophia's condition."

She gives me a brief hug before heading off in the direction of the meeting room.

I then return to the changing room to inform Sophia of the change of plan for our trip to the airport. She thanks me gratefully before collecting her things and heading out of the studio with me.

In the car, she leans her head on my shoulder—and within minutes, she's fast asleep. Her breathing evens out, and I let my eyes wander to the window. The city blurs past as I sit in silence, her gentle snores the only sound.

And in this stillness, I'm just glad she's finally getting the rest she deserves.

***

When the car stops, I gently shake Sophia's shoulder to wake her up, and she fixes sleepy eyes on me before finding the strength and motivation to grab her things and follow me.

She's clearly not fully awake—her steps are slow, and she struggles to process the directions from the boarding staff. Without thinking, I loop my arm through hers, silently guiding her forward. All she has to do now is follow my lead.

The moment we sink into our seats on the plane, Sophia leans toward the window, glances out briefly, then shuts her eyes again—slipping straight back into the sleep she left behind in the car.

I take the opportunity to pull out my phone and catch up while  I wait for the rest of the girls to arrive on the plane.

The Katseye group chat has exploded with new messages. Daniela's just shared that she passed her medical exam and will be cleared to perform for the label—she should rejoin us tomorrow. A wave of relief floods the group, followed by a flurry of emojis—mostly from Yoonchae, who apparently discovered the smiley face button and is using it with reckless abandon. I laugh quietly to myself.

I quickly text Megan:

"" We're on the plane. Sophia's already asleep. Thank you again. ❤️ ""

With the calm around me, I finally have space to reflect on the whirlwind of the past few days. So much has happened—I haven't really had a second to pause and process it all.

I really feel that my bond with the girls has strengthened after the broadcast of the failed interview, while at the same time I feel that my relationship with the fans has collapsed. I think about those girls Manon and I met at the restaurant. Do they still think well of me after all this ?

I have to admit that it's still hurtful to suffer such attacks, so personal while being the cause of them. Because despite the girls' reassuring words, it's still partly my fault and I wouldn't blame them if they still held bitterness towards me.

I'm looking forward to it, but at the same time I'm worried about the live show Son mentioned, where we'll have to explain ourselves to the public. I'm not sure what to make of the whole "fake" public appearance thing, where I'm going to have to pretend to get along with Daniela, because the fear I felt when I saw her get injured brought to light the fact that I'm not that indifferent to her.

And maybe I'm even curious. Curious about what lies behind all that radiant charm and unshakable confidence. What's she hiding?

My mind then wanders to Son and the whole resting thing. I knew the music industry could be cruel at times, but to experience it is something else entirely. To feel that you're not considered a human being, but rather an object of entertainment that must never falter, is a really hard realization.

But I'm extremely grateful for what the girls have done, I know I can count on their support despite the pressure the label puts on us. I think back to the protective way Megan defended me, it touched me deeply that she was able to put her feelings for me, whatever they may be, ahead of the purely professional dimension.

However, I'm a bit worried about her doing that, because I don't want her to offend the label in order to defend me. Well, to defend the group, she would have done the same for the girls, although I remember Lara's words, who didn't seem to think that Megan would have had the same reaction if it had been the other girls.

Suddenly, the very person I've been thinking about appears—Megan waves as she approaches, flashing a bright, familiar smile before slipping into the seat beside me. Yoonchae follows close behind.

The three of us start chatting enthusiastically about Colombia and the setting we're about to be immersed in, all the while trying to whisper to avoid waking our leader.

In the middle of a very passionate theory I'm sharing—something about our next song having heavy K-pop influences—I notice Megan watching me intently, her eyes soft, a smile playing on her lips.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I ask her, caught off guard. 

"It's just that you get so passionate when you talk about something you love. It's cute." she replies, her eyes softening.

For a second, we just... look at each other. Something warm passes between us.

And then—ahem.

Yoonchae coughs gently, and the moment breaks. I quickly glance away just as Lara and Manon climb aboard.

Now that we're all here, I take a deep breath and thank them—really thank them—for defending me to Son. Their reaction is so immediate, so natural—of course they stood up for me—that tears start to sting my eyes.

Noticing, Lara gets up and wraps me in a tight hug. In that moment, I don't just feel like she's a teammate—I feel like she's my sister. The kind you find, not the kind you're born with. My chest swells with affection for her. In just a short time, she's become someone incredibly dear to me.

A few minutes later, a staff member calls Lara aside. She gives my hand a quick squeeze before following them.

After she's gone, I chat for a few minutes with Megan and Yoonchae before falling asleep, exhausted by the day, my mind already in Colombia.

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Sorry for the abrupt end to the chapter, I thought I'd write about the video clip shoot in chapter 6 but in the end my chapter is already 5k words long and I don't want it to be too long.

I took a little longer than usual to write this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it.

As usual, let me know what you thought of it and what your favorite moments were in the comments, I'm always glad to read them! And don't hesitate if you have any ideas for the next part of the story (which I haven't yet decided on the number of chapters, by the way), it might help to avoid the author getting writer's block lol.

Good evening or good day to you dear readers :)

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[herrscherofmagic]

oh this is gonna be one hell of a week for me...

...and it's only Tuesday x-x

Today I just caught up with WuWa's main story, after starting the game for the first time in the last week of v2.3...

but then tomorrow HSR's v3.4 comes out, with the climax (I think?) of the Amphoreus arc and huge plot stuff happening...

...but then the following day WuWa's NEXT main story update releases (jfc the previous one left on such a cliffhanger so I'm glad I only have to wait a couple days for this one T_T)

so yeah. i've got a lot of story to get through this week lmao

[daz4i]

truly i need to stop getting angry over the opinions of stupid people who keep themselves ignorant on purpose. AND YET!

[cntloup]

Gojo Satoru x pregnant!reader

protective!Satoru, fluff, a lil angst, mention of feeling guilty, implied heavy symptoms experienced by the reader

"it's ok, baby. i've got it." Satoru says as he approaches your slouched form over the sink, washing the dishes as you try to get something done and make yourself useful.

you've been feeling guilty during the past month or so, feeling like you were a burden to him, thinking that you would never live up to his expectations. now he has to take care of you. and as time goes by, it will get even worse as your pregnancy progresses. but he's a busy man with heavy responsibilities. you'd be only holding him back. you torture yourself with these thoughts every day.

"oh, thanks. i'll go clean up the living room and do the laundry then." you respond with a forced smile, trying to mask the guilt that's been gnawing at you for a while as you try to keep yourself from falling over out of dizziness.

"what? no, wait! i'll do it after i wash the dishes. you go get some rest. you've done enough." he retorts while gently grabbing your arm, voice slightly raised to stop you immediately.

he is in utter disbelief at your behavior. you should be resting right now, tucked in beneath the soft sheets peacefully. you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about anything, he thinks.

"i haven't done anything all day." you utter in a faintly frustrated tone, mostly at yourself.

"and that's exactly how it should be." he replies with a nod, "now go to bed before i drag you there myself." he adds, maintaining a playful tone, a soft smile adorning his features as he drinks in your beauty. you're already glowing. but considering how observant he is, he senses your discomfort immediately like he can actually feel the gloom and sorrow you're feeling right now like a mother hen.

"what is it, baby? tell me." he murmurs as he walks up to you and pulls you into him by your hips, shining blue eyes staring at you as he awaits a response.

his hand rests on your side as the other cups your jaw, his thumb swiping over your cheek that could be dampened any moment now as you feel tears threatening to spill.

"i'm so sorry." you whisper breathily, voice slightly quivering with the lump in your throat as you look up into his glowing eyes.

"for what?" he asks, confusion evident on his features.

"for being weak. i'm so sorry to disappoint you." you finally spill out the words that have been weighing heavily on your chest as the tears cascade down your glossy eyes.

"disappoint me? i don't understand... why are you crying, love?" he mutters with a shake of his head, his confusion growing even more by your words as his fingers swipe over your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears.

"you're literally the strongest and you're stuck with me. i'm barely even showing yet and i'm feeling extreme fatigue. i've been sleeping all day for the past month cause i can't do anything. and because of the symptoms, i'll probably have to quit my job." you ramble about the thoughts that have been pulling you down all this time.

"wait, wait, wait! how long have you been feeling like this?" he questions with widened eyes baring into your soul.

"eversince we found out i was pregnant. i can't stop feeling guilty about disappointing you." you reply quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it. of course you know you're being irrational. it's all natural to be tired during this time and need help, but you just can't help it.

"you've been feeling like this all this time and you didn't tell me anything?" he blurts out almost too aggressively to his liking, "sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way." he quickly apologizes after witnessing the slight flinch on your part.

how could he not see it? you've been trying to do the chores like regular, pushing yourself to your limit both in the house and on your job until he swoops in and takes the weight off your shoulders. now he starts to blame himself for not finding out sooner and letting you wallow in your own sadness and guilt all alone.

"you're not weak, baby. you're doing the one thing that i can't possibly ever do. the one thing that the strongest can't do. and what does that make you? huh? you're literally the strongest of all, babe. i can't even fathom what you're going through and you're doing amazing-", "i'm barely functioning." you cut him off.

"i'm not done yet, babe." he says playfully before continuing, "you're doing amazing, honey. you sleep not because you can't do anything else but because you need it. you're carrying our child for fuck's sake. a literal human's life is growing inside you and of course it takes its toll on you. and i'm right here beside you every step of the way." he finishes his loving speech with a tender kiss on your forehead as his strong arms wrap around your now slightly shaking form as you sob, utterly moved by his words and also the hormones.

"thank you, Satoru. i really appreciate it. you always know what to say when i'm feeling down." your words are cut off by loud sobs but he patiently waits for you to finish as he rubs your back soothingly while nuzzling his face in your neck.

"any time, baby. i love you." he whispers in your ear, "i love you too, toru." you say back, continuing to sob in his arms for a while before you eventually calm down and he guides you to bed, encouraging you to take some much-needed rest.

"and don't worry about your job. you can take some time off or quit altogether. i have more than enough to pay for our family and the next generations to come-", "ok, stop bragging!" you chuckle, "i'm just saying, baby. i've been dying to spoil you. now's my chance. let me take care of you. you don't have to go through this alone. in fact, i won't even let you." he chuckles lightly and crashes his lips onto yours, pulling away with a loud smack as you both lay in bed, limbs tangled together, "you already spoil me." you mention with a slight pout, "and i'm gonna do it even more. you deserve it, baby. don't worry about anything. i've got it." he says while softly caressing your cheek, admiring your glowing beauty illuminated by the faint bedside light.

you slowly start to feel the sleep creeping in and drift away into a slumber as you mumble a quiet 'thank you', curling into Satoru's side as he holds you so lovingly while you think to yourself how you've been blessed with the best, most loving and supportive partner anyone could ever ask for.

[nighttimenothings]

thinking about slow saturdays. edging my girl all day—fleeting looks and lingering touches. in the morning, touching you gently over your panties while we're tangled up in bed, waiting till your hips are rolling and you're whimpering before stopping.

later during lunch, keeping my hand high up on your thigh, thumb stroking slowly, so close, yet nowhere near where you want me to be. you like that, baby?

in the afternoon, we're on the couch, a movie playing on the tv, but neither one of us is really paying attention because i've got two fingers thrusting slowly in your cunt and my other hand pinching and tugging at your nipples. you're soft little moans become more and more desperate as i bring you close to the edge. and right before you're about to come, i stop. that's my girl. just one more. can you hold on for me?

we're cooking dinner together, i'm stealing kisses, hands trailing over your stomach, waist, and hips. you giggle and tell me i'm distracting you, and i laugh because this is nowhere near distracting.

during dinner, i can see you squirm in your chair when i nudge my foot against your leg. i raise a brow and you flush. you're so easy to fluster, sweetheart. i adore how pink your cheeks are and how shy you get.

cleaning up is simple. you wash and i dry, but today i can't help but stop, stepping up close behind you, pressing you against the counter and sneaking a hand down your panties again. your slick has already leaked all over your thighs and my fingers glide frictionlessly.

i'm touching and tasting, licking and leaving kisses all over your neck. you're so pretty, baby. i love seeing you like this. thank you for being so good for me. my hands are everywhere and i can't stop touching. soon enough, you've given up on the dishes and we're now facing each other.

fingers or mouth, baby? you're voice is breathy and high when you tell me you want both. greedy girl. but you've been so good for me, so i'll give you everything—i'll make sure you can't stand by the time i finish with you.

i get on my knees and i pull down your pants, panties coming off too. there's a string of slick that sticks to your panties and i groan at the sight of it. good god, you're dripping and making a mess everywhere. let me clean you up.

you taste so good. you're thrusting and gasping, fingers threaded in my hair. i have my hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you up as your thighs start to shake and your slickness continues to drip. the sound is obscene, the steady squelch of my tongue in your cunt, my lips sucking your clit.

you beg for my fingers and i oblige, immediately giving you two. you're getting close—i can tell. your breaths come out strangled and your eyes are bleary and unfocused. can you wait, baby? hold on for just a little longer for me? you're so close to crying, i can see the tears clinging to your eyelashes and can hear the way your voice cracks. you tell me you can—that you wanna be good for me.

i add another finger—you whine, high and desperate—and i lick your folds gently. so perfect, so good. that's it. finally, when i know you've reached your limit, i curl my fingers and suck your clit. come for me, baby. you've been so good for me.

[lizzybeeee]

DATV Spoilers - The Story We Lost

Posted earlier that I was compiling a list of lore/story threads that have been dropped with DATV's handling of Southern Thedas. The sheer number of things means that I've made this into two parts - this one focusing on all the story threads that have been effectively dropped.

Spoilers for the game ahead, of course.

If you've played the game then you'll know that Southern Thedas - everything from the past three games - was basically swept away by the blight.

A double blight should have catastrophic consequences for the entirety of Thedas, I don’t deny that, it’s nothing short of a mass extinction event – the absolute worst case scenario for all of Thedas.

However, waving away the fact that Southern Thedas - specifically every area you ever traveled to and interacted with in previous games – is gone, devastated by the blight, in a codex entry and line of dialogue makes it abundantly clear that BioWare is attempting to clean the slate so that they can move forwards with the game series with no ties to the previous ones.

The Warden, Hawke, and the Inquisitor effectively accomplished nothing.

As I put it in another post: I never expected them to consider every decision in game outside of the three options they gave us, but I certainly didn’t expect them to go scorched earth on the possibility of ever seeing the results of those decisions either.

How the lore has been handled in this game, summarized to “the elves did it” and “there’s been a shadowy organization in the shadows pulling the strings on everything” is absolutely devastating to the franchise.

The lack of care with which this was treated just bleeds, “There, we’ve answered all questions and finished with this era of Thedas. Moving on now.” At the same time, this destruction absolutely obliterated whatever story threads remained from the first three games.

Could BioWare bring these threads back? Yes, I suppose. But it doesn't change that it was so carelessly thrown aside in the first place.

If they didn't want people to care about their decisions and the impact they made on the world, perhaps they shouldn't have made that a feature of all the previous games.

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Story Threads/ Plot Points that were dropped:

Limited my points to what was in the Dragon Age Keep and what points were brought up frequently in codex entries, conversations, etc...

Edit: I never expected all of these points to be answered in DATV - this is just a list of what was effectively brushed to the side through very bad handling of lore and story.

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Dragon Age: Origins

What is the line of succession in Ferelden?

Things are looking very grim for Ferelden's succession and the Theirin/MacTir line if nothing is done. And nothing was done. The entire plot of DAO literally culminated in resolving this issue, yet no one seems to have learnt a thing from it?

- Anora ruling alone is unmarried with no heir - Alistair ruling alone is unmarried with no heir - Ruling together they have no heir - Alistair and a Cousland Queen have no heir - Anora and a Cousland King-Consort have no heir

The only potential candidate that can fit into several of those world states is Kieran.

Fergus Cousland, according to lore, is the second closest to the throne that is confirmed to be alive in DAI - potentially the brother in-law to the King/Queen of Ferelden.

Ferelden's succession with Alistair as King hinges on whether or not the Warden was able to cure the blight. Alternatively, it is hinted that he may be more resistant since he has dragon blood in him from Calenhad.

The potential implications of Kieran being the bastard son of the King of Ferelden.

Kieran being used as a political pawn to depose Anora using the Theirin bloodline.

DAI took away whatever destiny Kieran had with the Old God soul – that didn’t mean that BioWare had to take away everything else too. Regardless, it doesn't matter. Denerim and Redcliffe have fallen to the Blight - it's unlikely that any of this will ever be brought up again.

2. Did the Warden find a cure?

Unknown. Irrelevant.

Ferelden ended up blighted. Denerim fell. If Ferelden rises from the ashes, it will be without any sign of their influence. Any mention of them will likely be their title alone - no mention of their accomplishments.

3. General Questions about the Landsmeet

What happened to Anora if Alistair is named King? Who rules the teyrnir of Gwaren following the blight?

What happens to Alistair if he's exiled? We know Teagan finds him in DA2 but what happens after?

If Leliana becomes divine does that mean that Connor Guerrin is potentially an heir to Redcliffe?

4. Companion Plot Threads

Morrigan's sisters - the many daughters of Flemeth.

Shale's quest to reverse the process of becoming a golem.

Whatever the hell Nathaniel Howe was going on about when you run into him in DA2 in the blighted thaig.

What, if anything, Avernus leaned from spending a literal age or two studying blighted blood.

5. Zevran's Crusade against the Crows

RIP Zevran's one-man crusade against the Crows and their child slavery ring.

DATV messed up immensely by portraying the Crows as more of a ‘found family’ rather than the horrifically abusive organization it was set up to be.

The very same organization that preys on the weak and disenfranchised - honing them to be tools for the nobles/powerful of Thedas - are now the heroic freedom fighters of Antiva.

The literal decade he spent hunting down the Crows and their leaders is up in flames. No mention in DATV whatsoever.

Wasted a perfectly good opportunity to have a schism in the Crows, with Zevran at the helm of kicking out the antaam, taking in Crows who are are sick of what's happening.

6. The Dwarves of Orzammar

The impact of Bhelen/Harrowmont's reign - ruthless progression verses strict traditionalism

The rumours of an uprising of the casteless dwarves in DAI

Will we ever hear of noble House Brosca or Queen/Lady Rica? Nope.

Will we ever hear of the son that Aeducan can have with Mardy? Nope. (RIP Duncan Jnr - I still love you)

The Anvil of the Void and potential links it may have to the Titans.

If Branka lives what happened to her?

No more fine goods direct from Orzammar

The entire caste system has been simplified by Harding in DATV to effectively be: 'surface dwarves' and 'deep roads' dwarves.

7. The Magisters Sidereal / Awakened Darkspawn

According to a codex in the Descent: one went mad, consumed another, and the final magister fled into the Deep Roads.

Corypheous + Codex Magister + the Architect (most likely) = 4/5 magisters remaining? Possibly?

Reminder that it's hinted that there's an eighth Old God that was struck from the records of Tevinter.

The Architect and his Awakened Darkspawn.

No, it was all the elves. They're all dead now anyway. Thanks BioWare.

8. The Guardian and the Urn of Sacred Ashes

"Where did you come from, where did you go? Nobody in Thedas will ever knowwwww."

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Dragon Age 2

Dragon Age 2 was pretty self-contained, with most things being tied up in Trespasser or DAI. The worst of the plot points abandoned relate to the companions in the game and the lack of closure/answers about them.

General Questions:

Kirkwalls, apparently, endless line of 'provisional' viscounts and constant political instability since Varric ran off to go after Solas.

According to DA: Absolution the Red Templars are still in Kirkwall...yet the show is set after Trespasser - when Varric is viscount? When he mentions that they threw a parade when getting Meredith out of the Gallows?

Aveline, Varric, Merrill and whoever remains of the Kirkwall crew apparently just allowing red templars take over the Gallows?

What happened to Petrice if she lived?

What happened to Feynriel if he went to Tevinter?

If Hawke lives following DAI - where are they?

I have a whole list of lore that's also been brushed over: the Sundermount, Corypheous, the Band of Three etc... I decided to put them in Part 2 since I feel they fit in more with 'lore obliterated' rather than 'abandoned plot points'.

2. Companions

Merrill's Eluvian:

Merrill spent years fixing an eluvian with a piece of string, a potato, and some gum - managing to actually do it.

And it meant nothing.

Eluvians are now a fast travel hub - all mysticism and awe at this marvel of magic are completely gone. Whatever sacrifices Merrill went through to save her sliver of elven history is meaningless.

Imagine if Merrill's eluvian aided in the fight against Solas - if having it intact gave you an advantage against him. Imagine Merrill weeping as Bellara fixes every other single eluvian in ten seconds with her magical omnitool.

Fenris and Slavery in Tevinter:

DATV utterly trivializing slavery in Tevinter is abominable.

Disregarding everything Fenris went through, everything he ever fought for, and making it something barely touched upon in DATV is insanity.

You wouldn't know there was slavery in Tevinter if the Shadow Dragons didn't drop a line or two about it.

Fenris' entire story of going to help free the slaves is diminished because no one wanted to show the ugly, dark side of Tevinter in DATV.

DATV has retroactively made this choice for him to be so unfulfilling.

Where is Anders?

What happened with Sebastian's crusade against Anders? Was he ever captured? Was he executed? Are you telling me that no templars ever pursued this man fanatically after what happened in Kirkwall?

Does his fate vary if Hawke was friends/romanced him?

Varric appointing a new Viscount’s Keep healer called ‘Banders’ who just happens to sleep in the same room as Hawke and their children call him ‘daddy’ lmao

Does his fate vary according to who is Divine? Vivienne hunts him down, Cassandra puts him on trial, while Leliana pardons him?

How does he react to Leliana abolishing the Circles? How much does he weep when the rebellion fails and the mages are destroyed? This man instigated the starting event for DAI and drove most of DA2's major plot and he's just...gone.

The Hawke Siblings:

From DAI we know that Warden Bethany/Carver are safe, but what happened to them if they're in the Circle?

Give us Knight-Commander Carver and First Enchanter Bethany Hawke, you cowards! Have them dismantle the Gallows and be the shining examples of human decency we know they are.

What happens to them after DAI and the Mage/Templar War is concluded? In a world that can embrace or reject them - how do they find their place?

Varric

Trespasser gave him a satisfying conclusion - he's viscount, he's in his shit hole of a city, he's surrounded by the people that he loves and cares about. He has the chance to truly build up Kirkwall after all the shit its gone through.

It just feels so bitter, so meaningless, that they gave him the end that they did in DATV. Varric should never have been the one to go after Solas - the only reason it was him was because he's a popular character in the franchise and was used to draw interest.

Why not Cole?! Who was literally mentioned in Trespasser as being on hand to help his friends - who has the ability to get through to Solas in a way no one else could?

No proper send off - no acknowledgement from those who loved him as to his fate...Varric was reduced to a marketing gimmick to draw people in who wanted to see if he died or not.

Isabela

Isabela's story was brought to a close in DAI - she became an admiral, got a fancy hat, helped the Inquisition, and kept in contact with those she loved/Hawke if defended from the arishok.

Imagine bringing her back in a terrible outfit, having the most sex/gender positive character misgender another person, and making her part of the group that steals cultural artifacts from others.

The tomb of Koslun and Aveline would like a word with you?!

The entire Lords of Fortune group is also extremely bland? No commentary on the ethics/effects of colonialism/cultural appropriation - because confrontational topics/ideas are not allowed in this game. Just like topics of slavery/indoctrination.

Her entire character just seems to have regressed from DA2. Why bother having her cameo in the game if she's not going to meaningfully contribute/comment on whats happening?

Edit - Thanks to bunnyiscthulhu for reminding me that Isabela's mother sold her into marriage...yet she does nothing when Taash's mother is outright forcing them into a life they don't want. Isabela, who believed that everybody should be free - that no one should be forced into a life they don't want, just...lets it happen to another person?

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Dragon Age: Inquisition

What's going to happen to the Red Lyrium that's popped up across all of Thedas?

Ferelden, Orlais, Kirkwall - all areas are reported to have red lyrium on the surface.

What happens to the Red Lyrium in Suledin?

DAI speaks about how they can never stop the spread of red lyrium, only slow it – animals, insects, organisms - whatever life is in the ground is all susceptible to becoming blighted by red lyrium. Suledin Keep in particular was utterly devastated by the Red Templars - what happens to life there?

2. What happened to Corypheous' Inner Circle?

What happened to Samson? How long did he live *if* he’s given the chance to help Cullen? Can something good come from his cooperation?

What happened to Calpernia?

Looking at previous concept art for DATV she was a companion - freeing slaves, gossiping about Samson & Corypheous. Just...what a waste. Any potential insight we could have gotten into Corypheous is gone.

3. The Mage / Templar War:

How does the world vary if you conscripted vs allied with either?

How do the remnants of what faction was not chosen fit into this new world?

How does the world deal with abominations and weird magic shit now? Is an alternative to the Order made if it's wiped out in DAI?

How is Cullen's templar clinic doing? If the templars still exist, how is Divine Victoria changing/adapting the Order to better support mages/templars?

4. Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:

How do Orlesian politics reflect who was made ruler?

Is Gaspard looking to expand into Ferelden once more? Are the elves being brutalized under his rule like they were by his chevaliers? Does he do away with the grand game like he threatened in DAI?

How does this differ if Briala has collared him? How do his supporters feel that Briala has his balls in a vice?

Do Celene and Briala stay together? Do things improve for the elves and for the culture of Orlais at large?

Do improvements for the elves mean that Solas' arguments to his elven agents are less persuasive?

If Florianne is alive what the hell is going to happen to her? How quickly does she fall on her blade after being forced to wear flat shoes for the rest of her life?

How quickly does shit fall apart if you get all three to cooperate lmao

Friendly reminder that DATV sets up that all of Orlais, except for the Winter Palace has been overrun by the Blight - and that a coup from the Venatori is inevitable, likely resulting in any ruler dying.

5. What is the line of succession in Orlais?!

Why does every noble family in Thedas have no contingency plans for if their head of government dies?!

Part of why we needed to resolve the leadership problem in DAI was because there was no clear, direct heir if Celene died!

Celene has no heir Gaspard has no heir

Florianne planned to frame Gaspard, murdering Celene herself, leaving no clear heir to the throne - Orlais was already in a civil war, the council of heralds/nobles would have all campaigned in their own interests...that was why this was so important!

Orlais shortsightedness and pride in their nation being the greatest in Thedas led to them almost falling in a single night!

6. Here Lies the Abyss:

What are the ramifications of having the Warden's exiled verses remaining in the south?

Trespasser literally states that there's a schism in the Order because some Warden's believe they should touch grass more often and not listen to some bloke up in Weisshaupt for what they do down in the south.

Perfect opportunity to have the wardens remaining in the south mean something! Greater numbers in the south means that there's a greater chance of holding against the blight - while greater numbers in the north can effect if Antiva/Tevinter end up blighted in the first attack!

How does public perception towards the Wardens/King of Ferelden change when they learn they were exiled for committing human sacrifice to demons?!

Give us a warden coup and First Warden Alistair / Blackwall, you cowards!

7. The Well of Sorrows:

What was the point of drinking Mythal's bathwater?!

It's been set up as something that changes you. Bound to Mythal forever?!

Retroactively, Solas feels like he's going mental about nothing! One of the few times he ever breaks - he begs you not to - and...for what? Nothing.

DATV does not acknowledge that in the slightest. Such a waste and disappointment of what was made out to be an impactful decision in DAI.

Imagine if the Inquisitor drinking from the well made us forced to fight against them during the fight with Solas - imagine if Solas, in a world state who hated the Inquisitor, used them as a puppet! Just like the envy demon in DAI - and no one notices until its too late. Imagine Mythal herself, wanting Solas to go through with his plan - (or one of the other evanuris) using an Inquisitor/Lavellan he loved as a puppet - imagine the horror he feels as another one of his friends is reduced to nothing more than a mindless slave of the evanuris once more. Imagine the devastation as he watches Lavellan lose all sense of self - perhaps swaying him to, maybe, not go through with his plan?! Imagine having Cole come back to help save the Inquisitor - or Solas begging Rook to save them.

8. DLC Implications:

What happens if Hakkon is not slain? What happens to Southern Ferelden and the Avaar?

How does the rest of Thedas react to the truth of what happened at Red Crossing and the Dales? How do they react to learning that Inquisitor Ameridan - First Inquisitor and leader of the Seekers - was a dalish, elven mage?

What happens if you do not save the mines in the Descent DLC? How badly is Orzammars economy crippled? There are already rumours of riots occurring within Orzammar - it this enough to push the caste system over the edge?

9. Elven Uprising and the War with the Qun:

The elven uprising that was implied to be occuring all over Thedas as a result of years of oppression, systematic abuse, and Solas’ influence? What happened to it?

Where are the agents of fen'harel?!

It was set up that Solas was planning to use this rebellion as a smokescreen for his plans - the elves, all rebelling for good reason, rallying to his cause while Solas planned to restore the world that once was. The rest of Thedas would only see an elven uprising, not knowing the true face behind it until it was too late!

The war between Tevinter and the Qun?!

Everyone conveniently forgetting that the Qun literally attempted to assassinate every noble family in Thedas? Why was there no exalted march because of this? This should have destroyed any accord between the chantry and the qun. There would absolutely be blood for this – Tevinter could have attacked the Qun and all of Southern Thedas would have applauded - no one would have differentiated between extremist qunari and the normal qun, especially not after Kirkwall.

The implication at the end of Trespasser that we could convince Solas to abandon his plans? Him saying that he welcomed giving us the chance?!

The difference that the Inquisitors friendship, love, or hatred could have in either convincing Solas to take another path or damning him to go ahaead with his plan, no matter the cost?

Have our decisions in previous games matter! How we treated the elves - if we worked to better their lives or 'put them in their place' - can be used to convince him that the world can change! Have the ripple effects of these decisions be seen when the elven gods return, blighted - does the world turn against the elves, hardening Solas, or does the world defend the elves from those who would blame them?

Why was Sandal in the Crossroads?! Where is Bodahn?!

10. Divine Victoria!

How does the world of Thedas change with Leliana, Cassandra, or Vivienne at the head of the chantry?

How does Tevinter react to having a mage divine?!

Do relations change between both nations because of this?

Leliana allowing elves, dwarves, and even qunari to join the Chantry! Leliana also allowing members of the chantry to get married if she's romanced by the warden.

What happened to the Seekers? Are they being rebuilt?

Does the chantry inform the masses, the rest of the mages, that they can CURE tranquility?!

If either Leliana or Cassandra was romanced - what are the implications that may have on the chantry?

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No wonder the writers insisted that none of the past choices would have an impact on Veilguard - they literally went scorched earth on everything we ever did.

Ferelden is blighted - any legacy of the warden is gone.

Kirkwall is destroyed - any impact Hawke had is gone.

The hard won peace/order of the Inquisition was rendered meaningless since every single place that you went to and helped is now destroyed by the blight.

Orlais' ruler will likely be assassinated by the venatori who are plotting a coup with the nobles - making whomever you chose obsolete.

AND IT WAS ALL THE WORK OF THE MAGICAL ILLUMINATI FROM ACROSS THE SEA???

[cherrysinner]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or the end.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i can’t believe that this is the last chapter… this series has been going on for over three months now and i’m so grateful for all of you <3 i’ll be posting an epilogue that takes place some time after this, but if you guys are interested, i am open to writing requests about ygm!reader and frat!rafe in the future!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

"oh, yeah." rafe chuckled softly, "we have a game tomorrow, and i was wondering if you were coming." "vivian mentioned it earlier," you nodded, "i dunno, i mean, i don't really know anything about football." you chuckled breathily, "and... i have a lot of homework..."

"yeah, yeah. i get that..." rafe mumbled, before clearing his throat, "i... i really want you to come." your eyes widened, "you do?" "yeah. i do." he smiled softly, holding the shoe box out to you, "you could even wear this. if you want to. if you're not too busy."

you took the shoe box he was offering to you and opened it, seeing a folded piece of fabric. "what's this?" you chuckled softly, placing the shoe box down on your bed as you unfolded it.

"it's my jersey. i've seen some of the guys loan them to... uh, girls." "how many girls have you loaned it out to?" you chuckled playfully as you admired it, "none. just you." rafe shrugged. you placed the jersey down, turning to rafe and taking a deep breath, a small smile on your lips, "well, maybe you'll see me there. and maybe i'll wear that."

as rafe was about to turn to leave, you took hold of his wrist and he turned back to you, "but if i come to the game, you better win it." you got on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"he wants you to wear his jerseyyy? how cuuute." vivian cooed teasingly, taking a bite out of a piece of cake, the four of you sitting a cafe after your lectures were over, "don't tease her for being excited." zainab nudged vivian's shoulder.

"isn't it super public, though? for me to go to the game wearing his shirt." you purse your lips. "he said he's never let a girl wear it to one of their games."

"mmm, that's true. everyone except rafe has given their jersey to some girl to wear. it's a big deal, babes." "don't intimidate her, viv." "i'm not trying to intimidate her! she should know what she's getting into. everyone's gonna be watching you."

"what… what does that mean?"

"as soon as one person at that stupid game notices you're wearing cameron's shirt, they're telling their friends and then sending it over to KildareUBlindItems. in fifteen to thirty minutes, even the people who aren't at that game will know."

"funny how fast you can calculate yet you failed math." emilia rolled her eyes, "that's because math class is irrelevant. this is the important kind of math."

"so if i wear his shirt… everyone's gonna know that there's something going on between us? i didn't even think about that. i can't have that many people look at me." your brows knitted together. eyes, everywhere. looking at you, judging you, thinking you weren't good enough…

"don't you dare even start that." vivian grabbed your hand, squeezing it. you turned to her, your lower lip stuck between your teeth, a coppery taste in your mouth, "rafe wants you to go. you want to go, correct?" you nodded, "then the rest is irrelevant. besides, you're gonna watch the game with us. if someone stares at you i’ll just throw my slushie at them."

your lips quirked up slightly; you knew vivian wasn't kidding. "speaking of the game," emilia cleared her throat "i… i kinda asked my crush to sit with us during the game."

"what?" your eyes widened, a teasing tone lacing your tone "you finally talked to the girl you've liked since freshman year? the one you've never told a thing about to us?" "yes, that one." emilia rolled her eyes, "but it's no big deal. just be nice? it's just a friend thing, for now."

YOU: should we switch over to normal texting?

MalachiConstant: nah. this is more fun.

YOU: if you insist :p

MalachiConstant: so, have you made up your mind?

YOU: about…?

MalachiConstant: that's not funny

YOU: :p YOU: I might be coming. guess you'll see.

MalachiConstant: well, if you are, we usually have a party after we go home.

MalachiConstant: you should be my date

YOU: you're that sure you're gonna win?

MalachiConstant: if you come watch us, we're definitely winning MalachiConstant: but if you don't, we're definitely losing, i'll be too sad to focus on the game

YOU: you're so dramatic.

MalachiConstant: it's a fact

you laughed softly, putting your phone down onto the bed. angel looked at you, her different-colored eyes fixed on the smile on your face as if it disturbed her.

"i've got a date tonight. with a football captain." you cooed, giving her head a scratch, the cat closing her eyes and leaning into the touch, "who would've thought."

"so, who do you guys think em's gonna bring?" vivian took a sip from her slushie, wiggling her brows. by now, the stands were nearly packed, the game scheduled to start in less than ten minutes.

you, zainab and vivian had only just gotten to the stands five minutes ago, but based on the whispers and occasional glances you kept receiving, people had noticed the number nine on the front of your shirt, along with the number and the name ‘cameron’ on the back of it. without a word, you took vivian's slushie, grimacing when you tasted the vodka through the cherry-flavored icy drink, having counted on the girl's words that she couldn't take having to watch a college football game sober.

"you feel better now?" vivian raised her brows teasingly once you finally handed the cup back to her. you stuck your thumb up, feigning a smile through your burning throat.

"hi, guys."

you looked up to see emilia standing there with a sheepish smile, her cheeks slightly red. next to her, stood a blonde, brown-eyed girl, a small smile on her lips. vivian let out a gasp, looking between emilia and the girl.

"this is sarah cameron." before you could even get a word in, your pink-haired best friend had already jumped to her feet, "you're rafe's sister, aren't you?" "guilty. you guys know him?" the girl chuckled softly. "she does." vivian said with a shit-eating grin and gestured to the shirt you were wearing, and as soon as she saw the number nine on the team's jersey, sarah smiled, "you're her. huh."

"sorry?"

"nothing. it's nice to meet you." the girl held out her hand for you to shake, and you did, telling her your own name, trying not to overthink her words.

shortly after emilia and sarah had sat down, cheers erupted all around you, KildareU’s football team running onto the field led by rafe, the boy looking around until he finally spotted you, a wide grin taking over his lips when he saw what you were wearing.

you smiled and waved at him, rafe lifting his hand and waving right back at you, both of you blissfully unaware of the eyes fixed on you; like always, it was like it was just the two of you.

cheers erupted around the stands as soon as the buzzer rang out signifying the end of the game. to be honest, you didn't know much about football, and you really hadn't paid attention to the game even if you did; the entire time your eyes were on rafe, and whenever he'd so much as glance your way, you could feel your heart doing a backflip in your chest.

you and your friends were leaving the stands when you felt someone's large hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you back, spinning you around so you were facing them.

you let out a hiccup as soon as you were faced with rafe, your eyes wide, the reaction making rafe let out a chuckle. he was breathing heavily, his face covered with a sheen of sweat, but a pleased grin still lingered on his lips, "what, you were just gonna leave without congratulating me?"

"shut up." you gently smack his chest, "i was gonna congratulate you at the party. your team's waiting for you." "this is more important. you wore my shirt." there was genuine fondness in his tone as he spoke, and you could feel your cheeks warming up. "i wore it. and you won."

"thanks to you." rafe tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "you're gonna have to come to all of my games from now on if you want us to keep winning."

"maybe i do." you pursed your lips. "come on, lover girl!" you heard vivian call out behind you, reminding you that your friends were still waiting for you. "i'll see you at the party tonight." you stated, pressing a kiss on rafe's cheek before turning around and running to your friends, rafe watching you with a wide smile on his face.

despite being surrounded by his friends, rafe kept looking over their shoulders, trying to see if he could spot you, his eyes occasionally flickering to his rolex as if it would somehow make you magically appear in front of him. the conversation going on around him went in through one ear and out the other.

"c'mon, man." topper slapped rafe's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts "why aren't you celebrating?" even though the party had been going on for a few hours now, rafe had spent the better part of the past hour nursing his second beer, "i'm waiting for someone." he mumbled, nudging topper off of him.

"who are you waiting for?" a familiar voice rang out from behind him.

rafe turned around to where the question had come from, and he was faced with you standing there with your head cocked to the side, a coy smile playing on your lips. you'd switched from the jersey into a dress that was the same shade of maroon as their team color.

"you. obviously."

"whoa, rafe, who's this? she your girlfriend?" jonathan, one of his teammates asked, his friends turning to face you. you chuckled softly, "no, we're not—"

"yeah, she's my girlfriend." rafe interrupted you, unable to help the grin that took over his face when he saw the way your eyes widened. his hand slipped to your waist, and the boy pulled you into his side, not letting go of you through the entire night, no matter who came up to him; and whenever someone asked him who you were, he didn't stutter.

"she's my girlfriend."

BONUS:

after the party, rafe was walking you back to your dorm, his fingers intertwined with yours while his coat was wrapped around you, a pleasant buzz still making your tongue a bit loose as cicadas chirped around you.

"you know, i don't mind if you didn't mean what you said."

"what did i say?" rafe furrowed his brows.

"you know," you kicked some of the gravel, "the stuff about me being your girlfriend and everything." when those words left your mouth, rafe stopped in his tracks, your eyes widening as you turned to face him, "what?" you chuckled softly.

rafe's warm hands cupped your cheeks, the boy bringing his face down closer to yours, your heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of your chest, his lips only inches away from yours.

"i meant it. i wanna be with you." rafe whispered, before closing the small remaining distance between you. his lips were warm and soft, your hands snaking onto his torso, pulling him into you.

the yellow streetlight over you flickered as you pulled away from the kiss with a smile so wide it was starting to hurt your cheeks. "say yes." he whispered softly, his calloused thumb stroking your cheek.

"yes."

THE END…?

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[pr1nceofg0tham]

little bird 𖥔 jason loves you, he just can’t say the words…

𖥔 pairing jason todd x gn!reader

𖥔 tw/genre hurt comfort kinda, fluff, est. relationship, sick fic, jason being sweet and self deprecating as per usual, reader is sick and in love, nods to a hallmark movie, inescapable longing and love for jason todd. unedited.

𖥔 w/c 1614

𖥔 a/n this is my first ever jason todd fic!! i've been wanting to start writing for him for a while now, and now that it's summer there is no excuse, i hope you like this fic as much as i liked writing it!

please please tell me how you felt about this one and if you have any ideas for future fics, i'm all ears!!! mwah mwah mwah!!

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, little bird,” he tells you—voice gruff and unsure in its sweetness. 

Jason never feels right giving comfort; more at ease with violence and anger, but you’re too precious for anything but soft words and softer touches. He loves you, that much he’s sure of, but he lacks the confidence. 

You’re everything to him, the only thing that matters as much as his rage, and how can that be? You’re nothing but love, nothing but soft smiles and golden hour laughs. He feels as though he’s loved you forever, even though it’s only been a few months–He’s still keeping you hidden away, placed inside his chest cavity and locked up safe from his family… more than a secret, less than a lie. 

So far the relationship has been clumsy and quiet; Friday night movies and diner dates–it’s fragile in its newness, but the love is bright. Jason knows he loves you, has told you in his own awkward way, but the words won’t come. 

You’ve said them, out loud and honest, yet for some reason he can’t get them out of his mind; they’re in his head, in his hands, even in his eyes, but his tongue is a stubborn bastard. Instead of saying it he ties your shoes for you and makes you breakfast, reminds you to take your meds and drives the speed limit. Every action he takes is in service to you, every time he steps out for patrol it's to make the city safer for you, yet still he can’t get himself to confess. 

He wishes he could say it as easy as you do, they way your lips curl around the vowels and snap out the consonants. It’s so simple to you, you love him so you tell him, but Jason is a stranger in the realm of love, and the language still fits clunky in his mouth. 

This morning he cursed himself for not being able to say it, it was impossible to see you in your work clothes–done up and lovely–and have to say goodbye. The emotion flooded over him, sweeping him away in a sneaker wave of pure unadulterated poison. He’d been familiar with pain, knew the shape of it in his bones, yet the violence of the moment–of saying goodbye to you when he wasn’t ready–had been horrid. Still the words couldn’t come. 

And now you’re here in his apartment, bundled up in his shoddy sheets, sick as a dog and crying about nothing. 

You got caught in the rain, (unexpected in the Summer Gotham heat) and you were drenched before you made it around the block. Jason’s apartment was closer, and while it might not have been the best option on account of the broken thermostat and generally bad insulation, the thought of being soaked through and tired was better if your boyfriend was around. 

The cold came on fast, hitting you before he was even home from the library, a gnarly inescapable thing that riddled you unable to breathe. Jason found you with a red nose and glassy eyes, and suddenly all of Alfred’s lessons came barreling into focus. Before you could kiss him hello he had you in bed, wrapped in his silken sheets and a thermometer under your tongue. He’d been so sweet, making you soup and turning on the cheesiest movie he could find–one about a young girl moving back home and falling in love with a cowboy or something. 

You love him so much, this sweet man… You know it’s hard for him– to show affection without worrying it will be used against him or torn away–but still he tries, venturing into life with you with the bravery of a wounded soldier. Seeing him fuss over you… the way he pouts as he brings his lips to your forehead to feel if you have a fever, and his bright smile when he discovers you don’t… You love him, maybe that’s what brings the tears–the fact that you love this sweet boy, and he loves you even if he can’t say it. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know, Jay,” you tell him, “I think I just love you, y’know” 

“And that’s making you this sad?!” He doesn’t understand… Love’s supposed to be transcendent and happy, at least that's what people say. Yet, if you’re this sad when you think of him, he must be doing something wrong… He remembers that poisonous feeling of saying goodbye to you, is that what love is? Poison and tears and insecurity?

He thinks back to the first time he saw you: frostbitten and chilly from the winter air, you looked a little like you do now–red nosed and shivering–he fell into love like a skydive, terrified and gasping, but there you were: lovely and honest and everything he never knew he needed. He feels like that now, adrenaline filled and anxious. He just wants you to be okay, it kills him that you’re sick, that you’re crying over him instead of eating your soup. 

“No, baby, it’s making me happy…” you say, laughing through your gasping sobs. “I mean look at you, you’re so handsome and you’re taking care of me.” 

Jason laughs, sighing out a great gasp of relief. All he ever wants is to take care of you, to make sure you’re safe and happy. Still crying, you let him lead the spoon into your mouth, swallowing the broth slowly so as to not choke through your tears. He’s as patient as ever, using your hand to shovel more onto your utensil, feeding you bite after bite until the bowl is clean. 

You know he loves you. 

You can see it in how he looks at you, how his calloused hands graze softly against your skin, and the way his voice never raises. You know he loves you, and truthfully you don’t need him to say the words, just as long as he continues looking at you the way he is now–like you’re some lost treasure he just happened across. You hope he won’t be scared to say the words forever, but if he is you’ll take the looks and the soft touches… you’ll love him forever if it means he keeps looking at you the way he is now. 

“You sure, sweetheart?” He asks, still a little nervous. “I don’t want you to be lying to me just cause I’m tender hearted” The quick of his brow makes you giggle, nuzzling closer to the hand that wipes away your tears. 

“Of course, honey, I would never lie to you.” You tell him, and you mean it as sure as sunrise. 

His heart swells, stuttering in his chest as he watches your crumpled form, God he loves you. As if to prove it, he moves closer–moving your empty bowl to the side table and wrapping you in his arms. You’re close enough you can hear his heart, the familiar song lulling you with its quick rhythm. Jason feels bad, but he loves you like this: sweet and helpless, finding comfort in his hold when you could find it anywhere else. 

For a while you just lay there, chest to chest, neither of you truly paying attention to the movie but laughing at the corny parts all the same. Every once in a while he pulls away to give you a tissue or take your temperature, completing a list of steps that are only really obvious to him. He finally breaks the silence to say again, 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, little bird.” He says it is sweeter this time and quieter too, always earnest, your Jason.

“It’s okay, Jay, I’ve gone through worse.” You can feel him wince at your words, always sensitive to hearing about you hurting. He hates it, hates knowing that you’ve ever had any struggle–that there were moments where he couldn’t keep you safe, even if it's just because he didn’t know you yet. 

“I just hate to think of you in pain, baby,” He says, “Should only ever wear a smile.”He squeezes you tighter as he says this, and his accent gets looser, devolving back into that Gotham street kid he always was. 

You love him like this, cozy in his sweater and warm from your shared body heat. You love him, and you’d tell him everyday if it made him get closer to believing he deserves it. 

“Ah well, in sickness and in health and all that.” 

“Oh I didn’t know we took any vows,” He says, but his heart jumps and his hold on you gets tighter. 

“I love you honey,” you say. Honest and true, matter of fact. It’s a little out of place disjointed to the current conversation–there is no humor in your voice or in your eyes when they meet him– but it's true, and you promised him you’d always be honest. You love him, you would never joke about that. 

Jason thinks about all the times he wanted to say it back… All the times the words almost emerged and enveloped you, he wishes he could say it. Wish he could wrap you up in the phrase and not be afraid, but it’s still too harrowing. It doesn’t have anything to do with you, yet you’re the one that’s paying–that breaks his heart. He loves you so much, even if he can’t say the words… even if all he can do is make you soup and tuck you in at night, and make sure the world is safer for you. He loves you, and he tells you the best way he can. 

“Me too, little bird, me too.”

[getosbigballsack]

Ceo husband Gojo Satoru! x Stay at home wife reader!

Random thought, but imagine getting caught having sex with your husband in his office. Its not unusual for the both of you to get it down and dirty in his office, but that's usually during his lunch hours or after dark when he knows he has you all to himself because the kids were at their grandparents and no one was really lurking around his office.

But today, today's different. Upon receiving a text message from your husband. "I need you, come to the office as soon as you can." You wasted no time packing up the kids in the car along with their sleepwear for the night, just in case your husband decides to have his way for you for the whole day. And you hurriedly dropped them off at their grandparents for the night before rushing to tend to your husband.

As soon as you arrive at his company and greeted those who were in sight with a smile and gentle wave, you were finally standing in front of your husband's office. "Satoru, I'm here," you called out.

"Come in doll, I've been waiting," he responds and you did. Slowly twisting the door nob and quickly making your way inside his office. When you close the door behind you and turn around, there he was sitting around his desk with a glass of dry whiskey in his hand swirly around. Piercing blue eyes staring at you as you slowly made your way over to him.

"What's wrong?" You ask him, taking note of the scowl that was currently present on his face. "Is everything alright with you?"

You were patiently waiting for a response, your hand rubbing up and down your arm as you stare down at him with worry. However, instead of receiving kinder response or maybe an explanation, he instructed you, "Take of your clothes and bend over the desk. I would rather much talk to your pussy instead of answering your questions."

In times like these you would scold him and demand for him to provide with an answer. But not today! Something just felt completely off about him today. So you obeyed him, like the good pretty wife that you are and stripped naked, kicking off your shoes as well before bending over his desk, spreading your legs in the process too.

You only see his hand place the glass of whiskey in front of you before moving to open up his drawer to pull out a lube he keep in there for times like these. He wasted no time, loosing his tie, popping open a few if not all the button on his work shirt as well as unbuckling his belt, dropped it on the floor, then unzipping his pants and quickly pulled out his already erect cock.

"I'm going to be rough with you ok," he said to you as he squirts some of the lube on your pussy and also on his cock. He didn’t want to waste any more precious time. He wasted enough for the day, all he wanted to do right now is to sink his cock into your hole and pound your pussy beyond its limits. "I'm going to be so fucking rough with you."

"I can take it Satoru, so go on ravish me all you want," you said in an understanding too that just turns him on even more now.

He strokes his cock, hoist on of your leg on the table before resting one hand in the middle of your back, and the other pressing the fat tip at your weeping entrance. "Forgive me," he says before sinking into you, stuffing your precious cunt full of his cock. And you husband did not waste a sec more before pulling his hips back and slamming into you with one sharp thrust, almost knocking the very soul out of you.

"Fuck, baby... ugh Satoru," you moan out from his harsh painfully yet pleasure thrust.

"Just what I need after that stressful fucking meeting," he moaned. "They stressed me fuck out, with the marketing and sales department fuck shit, I just had to call my wife, so that she can relive me of my stress with this fucking pussy right," he mutters, pulling your hips back to meet his harsh thrust. The skin your ass swelling too and your pussy burning red from his harsh thrust and he's not going to stop now, not anytime soon.

And now here you both are two fucking long hours of your husband fucking your pussy raw over the desk, in his chair and now here your are again, laying flat on your back thing time with your legs bent all the way back to your chest and your messy pussy, filled with his cum and yours on display and he continued to fuck your hole out.

He's so focused on busting a nut inside your pussy, yet again, he completely forget another cooperate meeting with a few of the board if directors that started fifteen minutes. But not for long though because in came bursting into his office, his secretary and both managers and there secretary from the sales and marketing departments.

"Oh... oh... oh," they all said in union, eyes widening at the scene that is before them. Their boss, holding his wife in the most scandalous position and he roughly pounds away in your cunt.

"Satoru... darling..." You said, panicking, upon realizing that five men we're currently inside your husband's office, watching as he degrades your body in the most shameful and disrespectful way possible. "Satoru, stop people are watching..."

"Shut up," he says to, slapping his hand over your mouth, before turning to look the five men up and down then turning his attention back to you. "Don't speak, you were being such a good girl for me, keeping that pretty mouth of your occupied with only sounds of my name and your precious moans. Right, now go on moan as loud as you can for me."

And of course you followed through with his request, despite a set of ten eyes that were currently watching you being tamed and controlled by your husband.

Still stunned, by what's going on, they continued to watch on until Gojo yelled, "Get the fuck out of my fucking office. Can't you see if busy fucking my wife. Get out, all of you."

"But... but sir the mee..."

"I said get the FUCK OUT OF... ugh fuck fuck... MY OFFICE."

With that said, they all rushed out his office. All traumatized and cock hard from the sight that was before time.

And as they all walked away from the office to go and attend the meeting, to inform the BOD's that the meeting as been canceled due to unforeseen circumstances, they could hear you loudly moaning Gojo’s name and him grunting as he spoke, "Look at how much cum fills up your pussy, your better take every drop, just so you can get round and swollen with out fourth child."

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, captivity, fantasy lore, abuse, murder mention, suggestive (?)

"You seem to be upset."

He's leaning against the window not too far away from you. Not too close as well - just far enough for you to feel at ease.

"Aren't you a mind - reader." You respond under your breath, trying to focus on the book you're currently reading - but the letters are escaping you, and you find yourself re-reading the same paragraph for the third time. He sighs, much like a disappointed father, before stepping towards you. And if you flinch just slightly, he doesn't pretend to notice or care.

"What is wrong, my flower?" The man gestures theatrically, soft velvet voice unbecoming of the monster he is flowing easily into the open air. You don't know what to say, really. It's been two years - or so you think, there is no way to keep track of time in this kingdom, not that time goes the same way in the elfen world as it does in the human, yet the part of you still capable of logical thought seems to think so. Two years, and there is very little you haven't already said. Very little left to be said, so your conversations are mostly rehearsed repetitions of what you already know. What you already fear - that you're going to die here. Or even worse. That you've become incapable of aging, so very consumed by this foreign land you detest that you've given up death for a life of boring, purposeless immortality.

"Don't I shower you with lavish gifts?" The noble moves closer, stalking towards you - observing you as if you're a butterfly pinned to a wooden frame under a microscope. "Don't I buy you the shiniest jewels? Not even the queen herself owns such sparkling emeralds." He scoffs, painfully used to your lack of response. You clear your throat, turning a new page - having little to recall about the last. It's completely meaningless just like all the other pages in all the other books you read. How funny, you think. In that distant, dreamy past of yours you were too busy to read - busy with work, busy with family, busy with friends. Busy with life. Now nothing gets in the way of your reading, you have all the time in the world - but there's no one to share the knowledge with. No one to spoil the ending. No time limits. No goal to it all, no final destination. So you read, and you soak the pages with salty tears not remembering a word.

"I am grateful for all the treasures you give me, my Lord." You answer nonchalantly, keeping your pointer at the end of the paper in a desperate attempt to find the sentence exactly where you left it off. You can feel him move closer to you - and the only indication of your growing fear are the shivers that travel down your spine with the beat of your violently full, thumping heart.

"Don't I provide you with all the entertainment your little human heart could possibly bear?" The duke clicks his long sharp nails together once against the other - an ugly metallic sound echoes deep into the ceiling reminiscent of a dying forest clow. "There has never been a lack of wine or music or dance in my court. I've gifted you more golden dresses than you can wear in this life. I've written you more poems than you can read." He keeps going, describing every little thing he's done for you, despite the fact that you've never asked for any of it.

"I admire your taste for indulgence, my Lord." You repeat almost automatically, the praises sitting on your tongue just waiting to be spilt from parted honey lips. Your eyes are glued to the book, but you've given up on reading long ago. Now you're simply trying not to cry - focusing your eyes at one word at a time and blinking repeatedly, manically, feeling as if the world with end the moment you let him see your weakness. You can't believe you still have so much pain in you - enough to feel loss and anger and, what's even worse, hope. Hope that one day you'll be free again.

"And tell me, flower—" His fist wraps around your low ponytail, forcing you to look up at him and meet his eyes for the first time tonight. What's staring back at you might as well be the bottom of the ocean itself, misty and dark, cold and unknown. Human eyes convey so much affection - so much care that you can never mistake it for anything else. With elves it's different - you can spend centuries looking for a hint of kindness, and you'll only get lost in those beatiful bottomless pits. Shiny and sparkling and completely empty. "Don't I give you love? Don't I embrace you tightly every night?" His voice lowers dangerously, barely above a whisper.

"I don't understand what more you could possibly want. Should I prove myself to you? Should I slay a dragon for you? Perhaps I could tie the heads of your enemies with a pretty bow and give them to you as a wedding gift, hmm?" He's babbling incoherently, nails digging into your scalp with unyealding grip. "Would that finally, finally make you happy, beloved?"

"No, no, please let go." You cry out in agony, wriggling out of his hold - but he's too strong, too massive to move. "I'm happy, I'm—" You sob pitifully, weakly pushing at his chest. "I'm happy with you. Please, you make me so happy, just please let go. And please don't hurt anyone."

He slowly pulls away, chest heaving in and out wildly. The scariest part is always his face. It remains unbothered - cold and defined like a statue of a god, his true feelings hidden by a mask of barely contained rage.

"You're happy with me?" He raises an eyebrow, foot stomping on the ground impatiently. You nod hesitantly, too shaken up to comprehend what you're even agreeing to. "Then prove it. Show me just how happy I make you." He grabs your wrist, pulling you face-first into his hard chest. "Do it, and I might reconsider my other more... inhumane methods of courtship." His lips twist into a cruel smirk. "And may the Gods help you."

As you sink to your knees you try to think of what book to read next - but no title comes to mind.

[rynwritesreid]

I wanna know you, honey| Spencer Reid

A/N: I will be continuing mind games soon I promise, that’s all :)

Summary: Spencer’s wanted since the first time he had seen you, but he is was always to scared to admit his feelings.

Content: idiots in love basically. Smut. 18+. Fem reader. Fluff. Munch! Spencer. Creampie. No mentions of contraception. P in V. Semi dom spencer. Sub reader.

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Spencer knew you were so far off limits; it was almost humorous, but he couldn’t get enough of you. He didn’t love you, because he knew he couldn’t love you, but he would give everything he could, including his sky-high IQ, for you two to be in love with each other.

 

Spencer wanted everything from you, he wanted to know what you tasted like, he wanted to know what you looked like first thing in the morning or just after a shower, and he wanted to know what did when you were alone.

 

He often found himself daydreaming about doing mundane, everyday things with you. But shamefully, he also thought what it would be like to have sex with you. He believed you would taste like honey, and if he ever did get a taste of you, he didn’t think he would be able to ever stop himself. He wanted to know how you sounded, what kinks or fantasies you had.

 

Spencer couldn’t shake the thought of you, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself. “Spencer, you either need to tell how you feel, or get a grip man.” Derek stared at Spencer, with a mix of concern and amusement.

 

*

Spencer had neither told you about his feelings, nor got a grip. Instead, he found himself slipping deeper into his fantasies about you. The thought of your smile, your touch, consumed him day and night.

 

“Spencer, have you told her yet?” JJ interrupted his thoughts, her concern evident in her voice. Spencer shifted in his seat, his mind racing with all the possible outcomes of revealing his true emotions to you.

 

He had rehearsed the conversation a million times in his head, each scenario ending with a different reaction from you. The fear of rejection gripped him tightly, paralyzing him from taking that final leap of faith.

 

"I... I haven't found the right moment yet," Spencer stammered, avoiding JJ's piercing gaze. But deep down, he knew it wasn't about timing. It was about finding the courage to lay bare his vulnerable heart before you, risking it all for a chance at something more. And the fact that his boss, saw you as his daughter.

 

You weren’t biologically related to Hotch, but while you attended Georgetown University, you had become Jacks nanny. Hotch was the one who had pushed you to join the FBI and become a profiler. He had become overly protective off you, knowing the dangers of their line of work all too well.

 

“Is it really because you haven’t found the right moment yet, or is the fact that she is that close to Hotch scaring you off?” JJ watched Spencer carefully, knowing there was more to his hesitation than just timing.

 

*

All of Spencer’s thought now were consumed by you, he wanted you, he wanted you more than anything he has ever wanted before. “Hey, Spence. Are you okay? It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.” You whispered, there was a hint of sadness in your voice.

 

"Hey," Spencer replied softly, his heart racing at the sound of your voice. He couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes, afraid that you would see right through him. "I... I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

 

You moved closer, concern etched on your face. "Is there anything you want to talk about? You know you can always confide in me, right?"

 

Why did you have to be so friendly, and genuinely nice and caring. “It’s… its nothing. I know I can always talk to you don’t worry, but there isn’t anything to talk to you about right now.” Spencer swallowed hard, the words he longed to say caught in his throat.

 

“Okay. But if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you.”  Your voice was calming to him, it was something he wished he could listen to constantly. As you walked back to your desk, he noticed Emily and JJ glaring at him.

 

*

You don’t know what time it is, but you hear a light knocking at your door. Before you even start moving towards it, you hear Spencer’s voice, “Hey it’s me.”

 

Without hesitation, you opened the door to find Spencer standing there, his hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

 

"Spencer, what are you doing here so late?" you asked, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest at his unexpected visit.

 

He didn’t answer though, he just moved closer to you. His hand cupped your cheek, making you look directly at him. This is the first time you had seen Spencer this close, you could see how plump his lips, how his hair perfectly framed his face, and how his face looked like it had been created by a Greek god.

 

Before you knew it, and before you could ask him again what he was doing here, his lips were on yours.

 

Passionate and intense, his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through you. Spencer's lips were soft yet urgent against yours, as if he had been holding back this desire for far too long. You melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair.

 

“Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?” Spencer whispered against your lips, his breath warm and sweet. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of rejection or hesitation. But all you could see reflected back at you was longing and raw emotion.

 

“How long?” is all you could manage to say. Spencer's answer came in the form of another searing kiss, his hands pulling you closer to him. As you melted into his embrace, you started to wonder if he had wanted this as long as you had. But you didn’t really care, you were just happy it was happening now.

 

As Spencer pulled away from the kiss, all you wanted to do was pull him back into it, you didn’t want the kiss to end. “Which way is your bedroom?” Spencer asked, his voice husky with desire. You raised your arm, and pointed out your bedroom door, and before you could say or do anything else, you felt Spencer pick you up and place you over his shoulder.

 

"Spencer! Put me down, I can walk!" you giggled, feeling a mix of excitement and shock at his actions.

 

"I know, but I don't want to take any chances. Besides, I like carrying you around." he replied with a playful smirk.

 

You had never really thought Spencer would be strong enough to carry you like this. Derek and Hotch certainly looked like they could, but not Spencer. Spencer carried you to your bedroom with ease, though.

 

As he gently set you down on the bed, a rush of anticipation filled the room. His eyes met yours, a mix of adoration and desire swirling in their depths. “Do you want to know what else I’ve wanted to do to you?” Spencer whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. Without waiting for a response, his lips captured yours again in a fervent kiss that left you breathless.

 

His hands wondered your body till he found the hem of your pj shorts. “Is it okay if I take these off?” Spencer asked, his eyes searching for your permission. You nodded slowly, your heart pounding in your chest as you gave him the go-ahead.

 

He slowly pulled down your shorts, revealing your soft skin beneath. Spencer trailed his fingers along your thighs, something he had dreamed off so many times. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as his touch sent shivers down your spine. He palmed your breasts through your t-shirt, sparking waves of pleasure that left you gasping for air. His lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses that sent desire coursing through your veins.

 

His hands pulled your t-shirt off you, revealing your bare skin. He paused for a moment, taking you in with a mix of admiration and hunger. His lips moved from your necks and down towards your breasts, kissing each one gently. You arched into him, feeling his tongue traces the outline of your nipple, making you moan softly.

His lips then moved on to your stomach, and finally they found their way to your clit.

 

His touch was expertly gentle, yet firm, and you could feel his intense focus on you. You let out a string of moans, your body tense with the desire he was unleashing within you. You could feel your arousal building, the intensity of his fingers and lips working their magic on you.

 

You could feel your orgasm building, the intensity growing with each passing second. It hit you like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure washing over you, your body tensing and then relaxing with each powerful contraction. You cried out, your voice ringing out loud and clear through the room.

 

You tasted as sweet as he thought you would, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel you around him, he wanted to hear you begging for him. As he drew his fingers out from your damp centre, a satisfied smile graced his lips, he knew he had made a profound impact on you.

 

Without missing a beat, he rose above you, his eyes scorching into yours, and positioned himself at your entrance. You looked up at him, fear and anticipation dancing in your eyes. He glanced down at your face, reading your emotions, and caressed your cheek.

 

“Don't worry,” he whispered, aiming to quell those fears gleaming in your gaze. “I'll be gentle, and I'll take care of you.”

 

You felt his warm, hard length nudging against your entrance, and your breathing hitched. He gently pushed himself inside you, and you felt like he was filling you in a way no one else ever could. Your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and pleasure.

 

Slowly, he began to move, thrusting into you with a steady rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each movement. The sensation was indescribable, like fire and ice coursing through your veins.

 

Your fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer as the pleasure built within you. “Harder, please.” You begged; your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

Spencer, not one to deny you anything, increased his pace, driving into you harder and faster. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the raw passion and need reflected back at you.

It wasn't long before the tension within you reached its peak, and you cried out as you collapsed over the edge. Spencer's thrusts grew more intense, and before you knew it, he too was surrendering to the pleasure, the satisfaction of giving you what you've always needed.

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

I'm so happy you're writing again after that unnecessary hate and I've been hooked in, like always.

Can you do a Seongje fic with an insecure gf. It's a constant thing for her to hear other girls talking about her boyfriend like they could have him. We all know Seongje doesn't care about other people, but for the reader, it's something she can't ignore, even when she tries her hardest to not care. She's always telling herself she got lucky because he's way out of her league and starts to get anxious at the thought of him leaving her, even though they've been together for a really long time. He eventually starts noticing the change (like faking a laugh or smile etc.) He decides to ask her about it one day and she eventually tells him when she realizes she can't avoid the questions

Title: "Way Out of My League" Pairing: Seongje x Insecure!Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst to Fluff Warnings: Self-doubt, anxiety, implied low self-esteem, soft possessive comfort.

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You’d been faking it for weeks.

Smiling when girls giggled and not-so-subtly talked about your boyfriend like you weren’t right there. Laughing like it didn’t sting when someone said, "If I were her, I’d never let him out of my sight.”

If only they knew how tightly you already held on. And how afraid you were that one day, it wouldn’t be enough.

Because Seongje? He was everything you weren’t. Effortlessly confident. Beautiful in a way that made heads turn without trying. Sharp eyes, sharp tongue, sharp edges—yet somehow, he was softest with you.

But you couldn’t stop thinking it. He could do better.

You told yourself it was irrational. That he’d never made you feel replaceable. But those thoughts were insidious. They didn’t need a reason; they just dug in.

So you got quieter. Smiles more delayed. Laughter a bit strained.

And Seongje, of course, noticed.

He let it go at first, thinking you were tired. Then maybe stressed. But the cracks didn’t mend. You started saying things like, “You’re too good to me,” or “I still don’t know why you picked me.”

And when you stopped initiating affection at all—that was his limit.

You were curled up beside him one evening, legs tucked to your chest on the couch. A movie played in the background, but you hadn’t reacted to anything in twenty minutes.

He nudged your arm.

“Hey.” His voice was low, quiet.

You blinked up at him, forcing a smile. “Hmm?”

“Cut it out.”

You stilled. “Cut what out?”

“That fake smile. The ‘I’m fine’ act. I’m not stupid, you know.”

That stunned you silent. You sat straighter, blinking fast. “I didn’t—It’s not—”

“You’re pulling away from me.”

His tone wasn’t angry. Just certain. Like he already knew and only needed you to say it out loud.

“I’m not—” But your voice cracked halfway through, and that’s when he sighed and shifted to face you completely, pulling your hand into his.

“Baby,” he murmured. “What’s going on?”

The tenderness in his voice almost broke you. Your throat tightened.

“…Nothing,” you whispered, eyes dropping.

“Try again.”

You shook your head. “You’re just… you’re you, and I’m—” you stopped yourself, then exhaled shakily. “I keep hearing people talk about you. About how you’re too hot to be tied down. That they’d snatch you if I ever slipped up.”

Seongje didn’t interrupt. He just listened.

“And I know I should ignore it. I try to. But it’s constant. And I don’t—” You clenched your fists. “I don’t want to be the girl who’s always scared her boyfriend’s gonna leave, but I guess I am. And I hate that.”

His silence made your heart race. You didn’t dare look up.

But then he leaned in and cupped your cheek, making you face him.

“You know what pisses me off the most about that?” he asked softly. “That you think I’d ever want anyone else.”

Your eyes welled up instantly.

“You think I’d trade you for girls who don’t even know me? Who see my face and nothing else?” He shook his head slowly. “That’s not just insulting to you. That’s insulting to me.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I don’t want easy attention. I want the girl who knows what I’m like when I’m quiet. Who sits through my moods. Who never tried to change me—even when she could’ve.”

He moved his thumb under your eye to catch a tear before it fell.

“I want you,” he said. “Only you. And I hate that people’ve made you feel like you have to fight to keep me. You already have me, babe. All of me.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. “I just… sometimes I feel like I got lucky.”

He shook his head. “No. I got lucky. I’m the one who pulled the girl who could handle me. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for. And if I have to keep reminding you every day, I will.”

You laughed through your tears, finally genuine. “You’re sappy when you want to be.”

He smirked. “Shut up.”

You leaned in, burying your face into his chest. His arms immediately came around you.

“I hate that they get in your head,” he murmured. “Next time someone says some shit like that, tell me. I’ll shut it down.”

You snorted. “You mean threaten them?”

“If I have to.”

“Seongje.”

“…Fine. I’ll politely threaten them.” (break a finger or two)

You laughed again. “I love you.”

“I know.” He pulled back to kiss your forehead. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

[felassan]

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A user asked if there are instances wherein Rook will be referred to by their last name. "Yes, there are places where we refer to Rook by their last name. It's very contextual - we don't want to awkwardly insert a reference in where it doesn't make sense - but it does happen, though it is going to be more common with some backgrounds than others."

Q. "Does Solas have a type of tea he doesn't mind as much as others? Or are all of them equally detestable?" A. "Orange zinger."

A user asked about the ages of the companions. "We're not getting into specifics right yet, but the companions cover a broad range of ages and experience. They're all pretty established in the world and in their expertise by the time you meet them, though. You are recruiting a team of experts after all."

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Re: release date. ''Exact date has not yet been revealed. Fall 2024 is as much as we can say right now.''

''Lots of great cameos in the game, but I'm not going to spoil anything. You'll have to play to see who shows up for yourself.''

''We can't reveal our upcoming marketing beats or media presence just yet. Stay tuned.''

Q. ''Can companion AI be customized - ie. DAO/DA2 style tactics or even something like Aggressive -> Defensive'' A. ''Very different system this time around. In the skill trees you can affect their behaviors, like setting you up for combos, or auto-healing you when health gets low. Each Companion is a little different mechanically.''

Q. ''Will we get the option to give our Rook more fantastical hair colors, like purple, blue, pink?''. A. ''Yes''

Q. ''How about heterochromatic eyes?'' A. ''Yes''

Corinne: ''We're so excited too! As much as I've played, I absolutely cannot wait to do my first playthrough when the game is out. Also cannot wait to hear about all of your decisions and experiences.''

Q. ''Will I be able to make a short qunari and a tall dwarf or are there limits to that? Do the qunari have to be buff?'' A. ''There are limitations, of course... but yes, you can make a Dwarf that is tall or a Qunari that is short, relative to their lineage. We stan the skinny Qunari''

Corinne: ''Need to get back to it, all. But it's always a pleasure to check-in and see the great questions. We'll do this again soon :)''

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[embrosegraves]

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Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Mid-year break brings a lot of strong emotions, but there's only one thing that could make them even more intense...

Warnings: as per usual :P

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[roselockwood]

Teasing

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k

Warnings: pure smut, mommy kink, scissoring, let me know if i should add more

Summary: Agatha was teasing you relentlessly for weeks, what happens when it affects her too??

A/N: this was made a looong time ago when i was drunk so sorry for any mistakes, and its all because i couldnt stop thinking about Agatha after reading LCM @lunargrrrl 🙂‍↕️...

Anyways enjoy this and pls dont be mad i disappeared for god knows how long from tumblr

You thought Agatha was joking at first. That it's just some stupid words. But the stupid words turned into weeks of her teasing you, without her needy hands fucking you. Oh my sweet baby, you tested my limits today. Let's see if you will still act this way if i don't touch you at all. Her words bounced around your head, echoing endlessly.

At the time you've thought that it was just empty promises, nothing more than a simple tease. Oh you were so, so wrong. You haven't caught the serious tone, or the glint of her eyes when she uttered these words. Agatha was keen on making her words come true.

It's close to three weeks since she have fucked you. Maybe bratting out to her wasn't a good idea after all. You've spent three grueling weeks without her touch, without her mouth on your body and it started to bother you. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Agatha has been teasing you relentlessly everyday. The torturing varied depending on her mood. Sometimes it was her hand lingering for longer than it should when she moved past you in the kitchen, the other time it was her playfully slapping your ass when you were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Either way it is too much for you to handle, your skin burning with her every touch.

But it started to affect her too. She was getting more handsy with each passing day. You could see it was breaking her as much as it did you. During the three weeks you had to endure, you could sometimes hear her ragged breath as she was muttering your name, touching herself to the thought of you. It was pure torture, listening to her, yet you knew that touching her was off limits as Agatha was set on making you as miserable as possible.

The witch was doing alright until one day, Agatha just snapped. She found you in your shared living room, playing games and talking with friends. She tugged your headset off and looked at you with a dangerous sparkle in your eyes.

“Hi sweetheart, are you busy?”

“Yes Aggie, sorry I'm playing with my friends.”

This should've been enough to keep her away, right? Turns out it was not nearly enough. She slowly came around the couch that you were sitting on. Her smirk widening as she sank to her knees before you.

“I think you should be busy with something else baby.”

If you weren't paying much attention to Agatha, then now you were. Her nimble fingers were undoing your jeans and her eyes were fixated on your centre. Agatha's every move was calculated, almost as if she was planning this all along.

“You think you can focus on your game while i fuck you sweetheart?”

You held your breath when you heard the words that left her mouth. She was eyeing you up and down, her gaze wandering all over your body and concentrating on what she wanted the most.

While you were busy cursing at the game, Agatha took off your pants gently, kissing on the now uncovered expanse of your thighs. You muted yourself to talk to the witch.

“Agatha, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I've decided that it's enough. I wanna fuck you. Hard.”

“No Agatha. I'm busy.”

The witch raised her brows in surprise. You were denying her?

“I know my love, but don't you want this too?”

The question hung in the air for a while, until you were ready to respond to her. She was eagerly waiting for your answer. Expecting a simple yes or a nod. But you haven't done any of that. Instead you focused on your game, craving for the victory royale you were so close to.

As her question lingered, it remained unanswered. Agatha started to nudge your bare thighs, kissing every now and then to grab your attention. But it didn't work on you. Your eyes were completely fixated on the screen of your shared TV not daring to look away for even a second.

“Baby, please… I want you so bad right now. Won't you do mommy a favour?”

Your cheeks flushed pink at the honorific that came out of Agatha's mouth, but you were still unwilling to succumb to her. She tried everything she could think of, kissing your thighs, playing with your biceps and yet it failed.

Annoyed you looked at witch's desperate state

“You went without touching me for almost three weeks. I’m sure you can go a few hours longer.”

If looks could kill, then you would be a dead man. Agatha stared daggers at you, but you didn't spare her even a glance. Annoyed at your antics she decided to take matters into her own hands. With your pants already off, Agatha took pleasure in touching you through your, now soaked, underwear.

“C'mon baby I know you want it as much as I do, hmm?”

Just as she thought that her pleas went unheard, you put your headset aside and leaned down to whisper.

“You've been teasing me for too long, you gotta beg for it now sugar”

Agatha's smirk was immediately wiped off of her face. Her eyes now full of yearning.

Witch’s hands trembled beside your body. Her mind was fighting the urge to beg you to give into her needs. It was a long battle that she lost. Her voice slightly trembled when she asked you.

“Please baby, I just wanna taste you. Wanna taste your pretty cunt.”

“Agatha I'm still playing-”

She cuts you off with a kiss, not letting you finish your sentence, kissing your lips with a newfound fire. You furiously drop your headset on the table in front of you. Agatha's hands are now wandering all over your body, as if she has never touched you before. You push her away quickly, shutting your console off, your gaze now solely focused on the mess of a girlfriend you had on your knees in front of you. Feeling annoyed at her actions, you grab her chin and force her to look at you.

“I thought all of the agonising teasing was just to break me… did you snap too Agatha?”

Agatha's voice faltered, unable to produce any coherent sound. Her mind was wilding with all the possibilities this interaction unlocked. You were never dominant in bed with her. Maybe, once in a blue moon, you made some demands. But you were never acting like that. It awoke something in the witch's mind. And she needed to get more of that.

“Oh my, did the all mighty Agatha Harkness go all submissive on me? Tell me baby, does this turn you on?”

Agatha was dumbfounded, reeling in the feeling of you being so dominant with her. Every fiber of her being radiated with a sudden urge to submit to you. To beg for your touch. Yet she didn't say anything.

You let go of her face and started to slowly undress yourself. As your pants were long gone, you started to unbutton your shirt slowly. The witch was having none of it, your buttons went flying as the older woman practically tore your shirt off.

“You're so eager, Aggie. Beg for it baby, beg for what you want so bad.”

Agatha's eyes sparkled wildly as she raked her brain for any sensible response. She tried hard, yet her only response was a low whine with a few words.

“Please baby, I fucking need you.”

“You have to do better than that to make me forgive you for all the teasing.”

Her mind blanked and suddenly all she could say was please, please, please.

“Fuck baby I need you, please-”

Agatha moved closer to you, her cunt covered by her attire started to grind on your boot. She was now mindlessly searching for pleasure, yet you moved yourself away from her.

“You beg so pretty for me, I think you deserve a treat, don't you think?”

“Yes- yes baby, yes I do.”

With that you pulled her in closer, her cunt already against your foot, rutting feverishly, chasing her high. You let her enjoy the moment but then you pulled her up, sitting her on your lap.

“Will you be a good girl for your baby and do what I say?”

The witch was so lost in it that she could only nod. After getting that response from her you started to undress her. Clothes went flying all across the living room. Poor woman's panties landed on the coffee table while the rest was discarded on the floor.

“You got so worked up from teasing me that you couldn't wait. You even let me take control, that's so brave of you honey”

You helped move on your lap, grinding her hard just how she likes it. The whimpers that came out of her mouth were like honey to your ears.

“Stop fucking playing with me and fuck me already…”

Agatha was impatient now. Her clit against your thigh was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. She imagined herself bent over the couch with you slamming your digits inside her, without giving her a single break.

“I'm done playing- a-ah- the submissive o-one. Fuck mommy properly. Put your fingers i-in me-”

And who were you to deny her? You enjoyed the switch of the dynamic. Usually you were the one begging, but now, seeing Agatha on your lap, grinding sloppily, fueled something inside you. Now you were as desperate as the woman in front of you. Flipping your position, you put her underneath you, her face pressed into the beige pillows that adorned your couch.

Your hands traveled on the expanse of her bare back, making Agatha shiver against your touch. She was unusually quiet, but that was until your fingers grazed the entrance of her needy hole that was now dripping with need.

“Fuck- Put it in me- now”

You tease her cunt for a little bit, gathering her wetness, when you entered her without warning. The moan that got stuck in her throat made you painfully aware of the wetness that was slowly seeping through your underwear. Instead of putting your other hand on your girlfriend's body you slipped it inside your purple underwear.

“A-ah- sweetheart- more. I need more-”

Attacking her neck you entered another finger into her, stretching Agatha out. She was now bouncing on your hand. You left purple bruises along her neck and her back. The witch was now moaning under you, getting what she wanted. The fingers were not feeling good enough on your cunt, so you urged your girlfriend off of the couch.

“Get off right now- I need you to eat me out.”

“And I thought I was the needy one”

Quickly you shut her up with a kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, swallowing eachothers moans. You broke it off and pushed Agatha down to her knees. She obeyed without protest and with a swipe of your panties to the side, she started to eat you out.

Her tongue felt hot on your cunt. Licking and reaching all the good spots. After the weeks of teasing and celibate, you already felt like cumming.

“Mommy- fuck- your mouth feels so good on me-”

“You taste so good sweetheart, I could stay between your thighs forever.”

You only nodded, pulling Agatha closer, practically suffocating her. But she didn't mind. For all she cared she could pass out and still be happy that she made you feel good.

Agatha's orgasm was long forgotten as she focused solely on you. She frantically grabbed your thighs, desperate to make you come undone on her face. The slight tremble in your legs gave away what's about to happen. You were close. Painfully so.

“Agatha please- I'm close-”

“Come on baby give it to me… Soak my face.”

And that's what you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, making you shake uncontrollably. Agatha's smirk widened between your thighs. Her hands left your body to wipe the remnants of her juices from her face.

“Fuck- Agatha..”

You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a second.

“It was supposed to be the other way around. Come here it's your turn now”

“You don't have t-”

“Oh but I do, you were so close, weren't you Aggie?”

You mumbled the words near her ear as you put her back on the couch. The older woman wanted to protest, putting her hand on your shoulders in a last attempt to change your mind. It didn't work. You swiftly put the witch's hands above her head and got to work your way down her body.

“Sorry for being so selfish earlier-”

You said between kisses that you were now leaving on her neck

“-but it was not my fault that I was so worked up.”

Agatha's arousal was ever apparent, her juices leaking onto the couch. She was squirming, itching for more. So you delivered. You moved your feverish kisses down to her breasts, paying your utmost attention to her pebbled nipples.

“A-ah- baby they are sensitive-”

Agatha whined and it only earned a feral smirk from you. Every sound she made under your ministrations spurred you on further. She looked so ethereal underneath you. Wild hair splayed on the cushions, pale skin glowing with sweat and remnants of your own orgasm. It's truly a sight to see.

You got stuck in your own head, never stopping the sucking and biting on Agatha's boobs. You snapped out of it after one particularly hard suck made your girlfriend moan loudly.

“Fucking touch me properly or I'm going to explode-”

Agatha was getting impatient. Her hips rutted upwards looking for any type of friction to get herself off, with no effect.

You didn't say anything, instead you pressed your pussy against hers. The older woman's eyes rolled back into her skull, the pleasure taking over her senses.

“Is this enough for you mommy? Or do I need to continue playing with your tits too?”

Agatha was at loss for words. Every coherent thought left her body a long time ago. Now the only thing she could focus on is how good you felt on top of her. She was never one to come quickly, but with your pussy on hers and your mouth working miracles on her chest, she was sure she wouldn't last long.

You on the other hand weren't that far from another orgasm. Even if you just came down from one, the overwhelming feeling of Agatha's body made the coil in your abdomen tighten again, threatening to snap.

“You feel so good Aggie… wanna come with you.”

“Yes- fuck yes- I wanna come with you too-”

With that you rutted your hips into her with newfound power. Your juices mixing together, the movements making squelching sounds that echoed through the room making you hungry for her release.

Agatha's thighs started to twitch, she was getting so close. And so were you, your hips stuttering, losing their rhythm as both of your orgasms approached quickly.

“Fuck- Aggie- come with me, please-”

Your girlfriend didn't respond, instead she let out a near pornographic moan as she came, pushing you over the edge. You collapsed on top of her, snuggling into her and leaving small kisses on her neck.

“Honey- Shit- that was so good. I don't think I've ever came this hard”

Agatha says, chuckling a little bit.

“If I knew that teasing you would bring results like that I would've started earlier.”

You playfully hit her on her shoulder as Agatha is laughing, her voice full of amusement. Nuzzling even closer to her, you muttered near her ear.

“Don't you EVER tease me like that ever again or I'll fuck the shit out of you befor that even happens.”

“Oh don't threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Defeated, you don't say anything else to your girlfriend. Closing your eyes, you dozed off, while Agatha mindlessly drew patterns in your lower back.

[gotham-daydreams]

Not Tonight

[Platonic! Yandere! Neglectful Batfam × Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]

[Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Reader generally not having a good time.]

(Not proofread. Not too much Yandere shown. Mostly angst with Reader. Set up(?))

2nd chapter here. Chapter 3 Pt. 1, Pt. 2. [Series Masterlist]

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How many times have you heard them say that? How many times have you tried to do something with them, to share your passion — or even just have some coffee with them, only to hear them say that phrase time and time again.

"Not tonight."

Well, what if you didn't ask them during the night? What if you asked them in the afternoon, or just when they were already up and about?

"Sorry! I can't right now, patrol reeeally kicked my ass last night. Besides, I have some other things that I have to get done, but maybe next time! For sure!"

Okay, right. That makes sense. Sometimes their line of work can be tough and draining, especially when someone is trying to run Gotham to the ground that night. So what if you just try to ask them when they aren't so busy? It may really limit the times you can ask... but you'd still try. Maybe it could also help if you asked for smaller things, like if they'd just like to spend a little time with you before going out again, or if you could just hang around them for a while? Nothing big, and anything was fine. Even if it was just sitting next to them, and having some small talk. Or maybe just the sitting part if talking was too much.

You'd take anything at all.

"I'm actually heading out right now, so I can't stick around. Go ask someone else."

"Can't you see that I already have enough compang with Titus here? Go bother Drake or something, I don't care."

All you could hear was snores past the door when you went to ask. So you moved onto someone else, hoping for a yes as your heart began to squeeze.

Someone had to agree eventually, right?

You begged the Gods as you traveled down the long halls. The chills of reality creeping up on you.

"Sorry, I'm going out to hang with some friends, but maybe next time!"

"..." She just looked at you before shaking her head, and taking her leave.

"I've got something to do at the moment, sorry, but hey, maybe you could ask your old man? Oh! Or maybe Alfred. That's a good idea."

Dick was out in Bludhaven, and you didn't want to bother Barbara considering how bisy she must've been the other night. So, you had no other choice. You asked, heart bleeding from how hard it squeezed.

"Not now."

Simple, to the point, and sharp.

Bruce's words were as cold as ever, and yet the echo in the cave only seemed to make the gap between you and him feel so much bigger. Even as you just nodded, eyes pointed to the floor. Taking your leave with a soft sigh that barely escaped you.

The elevator ride was longer than you remembered. The cold chill in the air grew freezing even as you stepped out, and now stood in one of the many halls in the Wayne Manor. Portraits and pictures decorated the walls, their painted and photographed eyes staring at you. Their gaze far from soft, but at least it was present. At least they, in that way, felt present.

You swore the only times they ever smiled at you that wasn't faked, or just for the sake of appearances was in those paintings and photos. Honestly, it was also probably the most times they've even looked at you too, and as sad as it is — you did say you'd take anything, right?

A 'no' or 'maybe' was part of that anything, technically. It's just not what you were hoping for.

Sighing again, you stared up at one of the portraits, eyes shinging under the lights as everything you refused to say made itself so clear for a moment. You didn't want much, and never asked for more than what you were given. You didn't think so anyway.

You always followed the rules, you did more than just excel in all your classes no matter how hard it was for you to understand certain things, and you even tried to get into things your family seemed to enjoy without pushing too hard.

You studied up on all the pets Damian had so that you could not only care for them properly, but maybe even take care of them with him some day. You played games and read reviews on games you saw Tim play just for a chance that maybe you'd get the opportunity to play with him. You picked up boxing and have even been practicing your aim with an airsoft gun, and have also been going to certain place when you could to practice using real guns and learn about them just so you'd maybe be able to have a conversation with Jason, and even connect with him in some way. You even read nearly all the books in the library just to have a sliver of hope for something, anything.

You learned sign language in three different languages and tried to find out what Cassandra was interested in, just to have some kind of interaction with her. Even writing on small note cards in serval other languages in hopes she'd give some kind of response, even if you forgot to put your initials and such more than several times. You participated in gymnastics in hopes of getting closer to Dick. You tried to find out what Barbra was into so you could also hold up a conversation with her if given the chance. You've tried to match Stephen's energy and do things she likes and have even taken up material arts as a means to maybe be a little closer with everyone!

Yet it never seems like enough.

Your schedule was so packed and filled with activities and extra lessons of all kinds, just so that you could feel like you had something in common with someone in this family. So that, when given the chance, you'd be able to form a connection with one of them and your efforts and sacrifices wouldn't be in vain. Though that still had yet to happen.

You weren't even a vigilante as you tried to persue your own passion and dreams, and yet that one single thing seemed to be keeping you away from everyone else. The one thing you were unwilling to do for them just seemed to make the gap between you and the rest of the family grow bigger. They're constant and continuous dismissals only seemed to further that point.

Just... what were you doing wrong? Was you not being a vigilante and constantly putting yourself at risk every night really putting that much of a dent in your relationships? Did your dreams really get in the way of that? Just because you didn't want to put yourself in danger? Just because you wanted to pursue music instead?

You took up art despite not being super interested in it before. You've been reading all of your life. Your stretched, ran, exercised, cooked, cleaned, organized, sang, wrote, danced, and even sculpted. You picked up almost any hobby someone could have under the sun, even if it began to feel like a chore and a job to you, just so that you could have something, anything in common with this family.

Though now you've gone through countless 'hobbies', and dropped many more since nothing seemed to be working, it... it still didn't feel like enough. Like you had to be doing something more despite having lost countless hours of sleep, just to go through the list of hobbies you had written down that you had left to try. You even took up some sports you were somewhat interested in, and yet nothing clicked.

Though is that really surprising when no one noticed how many times you snuck out for lessons and practice, or how long you were out? When you'd even forget to return to the Manor sometimes, and anyone still had yet to notice you were even gone in the first place?

... You couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you. It was broken in every way, and yet empty all the same. Maybe you were finally taking after Bruce, but you wouldn't get your hopes up.

You looked up at the painting as if it'd give you all the answers, and yet dismiss you at the same time. The disappointment you felt was normal to you at this point, but the aching pain that came after was always the hardest part. Yet you still stared at the painted faces as if they were your real family, and the people close to them. Looked at the calculated and skilled brush strokes as if they'd give you what your family couldn't. What they refused to give you at every twist and turn, no matter how much you tried to accommodate to them. To do things for them. To just feel worthy enough to stand by their side. To be closer to them.

Though in the end, it is only that. A painting. A well crafted piece that, no matter how skilled the artist, could never truly capture how distant and vague they felt when you were the one standing to the side. No matter how much experience the painter had, they'd never be able to express and show how this poor excuse of a family felt to you, because they were only like that around you.

Maybe you'd feel special if it didn't make you feel like you were wasting your life living like this...

Eventually, you were able to tear you eyes away from the painting. The moon beginning to rise as you were sure the Manor was becoming more empty than it usually was, as more of its visitors and residents left.

The painting itself was nice even if it was one of many that didn't include you, with the number of photographs without you in them being much higher. Honestly, it used to be one of your favorites despite how bittersweet you feel about it now.

You still remember that day, but that would be implying that you forgot the others.

Regardless, you managed to pull yourself away from the spot you had been stuck in for the few moments you were trapped inside your own head. You tried to make yourself feel a little better, and give yourself some reassurance that maybe tomorrow would be different some how, and if not? Perhaps the day after, and the day after that.

Yet it all failed as you passed by more and more memories. Some were events you had participated in, sure, but the pictures made it look like you were never there in the first place. Heartwarming moments littered the halls, but you only recall seeing them from a distance — or being aware that the moment had even happened only when you saw the picture be put up.

It was like the very universe was trying to send you a sign with your constant failures and your family's persistence, intentional or not, to keep you at a distance. You didn't even know if it was appropriate to refer to them as your 'family', and maybe it wasn't considering things, but you still weren't sure.

You had been fighting for a chance to talk with any of them about anything at all for the longest time, because you wanted to be a part of this family. You wanted to spend time with them and really give this 'new life' of yours a chance, but now that 'new' part of this life had worn off. It was hard and honestly more draining than it was rewarding at this point, but you still wanted to give it a try.

Sure, it had been years at this point and now you were just about to go into college, and when you had first arrived here you weren't even middle school, yet little to no progress had been made — you never gave up. You haven't given up. So maybe you could try for a little longer? Just... a little bit, not too much this time, and figure something out?

You almost felt a little sense of hope return to you, no matter how redundant and helpless this situation felt and seemed. Yet it all came crumbling down again when you passed by one of the rooms, and saw something taped to the door.

It was a flier for your performance. One that would be happening soon.

Since your siblings began to pay less and less attention to you as time went on, with your conversations with them growing even shorter, you opted to just tape fliers of your upcoming performances on their doors. Though only the performances you'd thought they'd enjoy, and just hoped that they would show up, if they wanted to, when you stepped onto that stage and approached the instrument you'd be playing for the evening.

You tried texting and other forms of communication at first, but those quickly stopped working and so you just opted for this, and of course it was just as effective as the others.

Alfred was really the only one who listened to your music when you performed, and you only knew that because you caught him playing one of the live performances you had done on the television one day. He not only going out of his way to record the performance, but also trying to find the channel it was broadcasted on.

Ever since you've tried to give him the correct channel number when you do live performances, but that still didn't feel like enough. You loved and appreciated Alfred from the depths of your heart and soul, but what would it take for one of your siblings or close family friends to notice you like that? What would it take for your supposed father to even care to listen to your music? To watch a performance? To not turn you away?

It was only in that moment did a new emotion fuel you. Crawling it's way up your spine as you carefully took the flier in your hands, looking it over before ripping it off the door.

This. This one small thing was all you wanted from them. Over everything else, you just wanted to see one of their faces, one time when you looked out to the crowd when you performed — but every single time, all you saw were strangers.

Every charity event, every gala, every party- that's all you were surrounded by, strangers. Even when you caught small glimpses of them, they were always doing something else, and completely off in a totally different world than your own. That distance along creating a large void-like gap between you and them, and yet it only ever continued to grow. Even when they stood next to you, it was like you couldn't be further apart.

The reality of everything was crushing. Near deadly as you could feel your chest and lungs tighten, with your fingers digging into the paper enough to tear it apart, and reaching your palms as they formed crescent moons, soon drawing blood. Yet nothing could compare to the weight of your heart, and how heavy it felt to carry in your chest.

As you finally moved on from the door, your mind raced. Memories and flashbacks filling your head as every word and notion flashed before your eyes. Barely even paying attention to where you were going, but not caring enough to pay attention.

Every dismissal and excuse thrown your way. Every head shake and blank look. Every confused look, and realization that you were standing there the entire time. Every birthday that passed with the same wish never being granted. Every celebration spent on your own. Every message left on read. Every note ignored. Every time you were forgotten. Every time you were left behind. Every time you brought yourself home, and every time they never noticed. Every night wasted, trying to come up with different things to do only for all of them to turn out fruitless. Everyday that 'maybe' never cones true. Every time you looked out to that sea of strangers, hoping to see someone you recognized, only to find none. Every hour you wasted trying to do something for them while they never once thought of you.

Maybe you'd cry if you could. Then again, maybe not.

You already had spent too many tears over failures you recovered and grew from, and hardships you faced and fought. You've already cried just a little too much during those night you just couldn't handle being so alone, in such a big place anymore. Besides, you've cried enough over people who've never once thought of you. Who never once tried to make time to even see one of your performances, or even allow you to spend a few minutes in their space.

You've given them enough, you think. Especially since after you spent years trying to just make it two thirds of the way — they couldn't even reach that one third of the gap you couldn't. They didn't even try, at least not anymore, and after you had tried to make it easy. Yet, you only hurt yourself in the end.

They never cared about you, and maybe they did once upon a time, but good does that do now when you're trying to go out of your way to make things convenient and easier for them, only for them to skip out on you anyway. No text, no call, no message, no indication, nothing. Just pure silence.

Maybe you were asking for too much, but was it really so bad to want to be loved? And by the people who are supposed to be your family no less?

Hah, who are you kidding at this point. You've just been living in a house full of strangers, and you're the only one who hasn't seen it yet. They've already long since cast you out, and it's only now have you come to truly realize it.

Especially now, as you stand in front of the foot of the door to the music room. Staring at the knob as if it'll turn itself.

You weren't surprised, honestly. Playing music had quickly become an amazing outlet for you, and you had always come here to seek out what little your family couldn't give you; comfort. So it was no wonder that as you collapsed mentally, you had subconsciously brought yourself here.

And yet, only one thought entered your head in that moment.

'They don't deserve to hear my music.'

Perhaps it was now that you decided they had lost the privilege to do so. After all, ever since you had started having performances, even ones in front of wealthy crowds, your 'family' had seemingly been avoiding them like the plague. Never daring to even attend one, for whatever reason, and sure you could understand why they didn't attend the ones you performed at night — but they couldn't use that excuse anymore. You have strictly been playing during the after noon, and at sunset at a push, for over three years now. You've been playing in front of crowds and releasing music for four.

So, you turned away, walking off to your room as your thoughts still stormed. Anger fueling you as you barely remembered storming into your room, collecting any valuables and belongings you had and stuffing them into a bag or two. Not caring about clothes, and only what you deemed important and meaningful to yourself as you just grabbed and shoved everything into a bag if you could.

You could clearly tell now that you obviously weren't wanted, and that no one here even wanted to do the smallest things with you. That even asking to just spend a few minutes with them was too much. So you were doing the only sensible thing, and getting the hell out of here. Moving so quickly that your breathing became uneven, but you didn't stop until you had packed everything you needed, or was important to you in some way.

You only really had a second thought about all this when you were at your window, just about ready to jump out until you paused for a second.

Looking back at the door to your room, you couldn't help but hesitate. There was only ever one person in this entire Manor who treated you like family, and actually put in effort to not only be with you, but to indulge themself in your passion. That met you at the half way mark, and even went a little over sometimes. Since even if everyone else had ignored you — Alfed was there, even if despite all of his efforts you still couldn’t handle this, and maybe that was also your own fault in some way.

You still didn't want to stay, you couldn't anymore, but shouldn't you at least say goodbye? Maybe? After everything... at least he tried.

...

You settled for second best.

Quickly, you grabbed a flashcard and wrote down something before pocketing it and moving back to the window. You may not have any equipment for this kind of thing, but you still managed to scale and work your way around the wall, and managed to reach the window to Alfred's room.

You took a little peak inside, and when you saw that he wasn't there, you opened up the window just a bit, place the small note on the windowsill, and closed it. Then, you skillfully and carefully made your way down, and snuck off to Gotham City. Making your way to a friend's place as you crashed there for the night.

Never once did you look back.

Nor did you ever feel inclined to.

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Later that night, when Alfred read the note, all it said was:

I'm sorry, Alfed. - Y/n

Just with that alone, it was like he understood everything despite the little that was said. All he could wish you was luck, and that you'd be safe wherever you went.

Suddenly, just like that. The nights where melodies would lull the residence of the Manor to sleep, and bring a temporary, mellow peace to all who heard such a tune, were long gone...

Guess they'll just have to find it, and bring it back.

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Kind of rushed at the end there, hope it isn't too bad for a first post. There's probably a lot of mistakes, so apologies for that.