#anyway WHEN'S THE LAST TIME I WROTE CLACK????

[rainbowserenity]

“So what if I broke my arm I’m still doing it.” for Clack? (Cloud/Zack, is that their ship name?)

It was really such a shame that duty came first. Maybe if he'd learned to slack off a little more, he wouldn't be in this predicament. Not that it actually was one, since he had no intention of changing his plans. The show must go on! Too late, Zack realized he'd said that last bit out loud. Thankfully, it didn't really matter since the only person who'd heard him was Kunsel. Un-thankfully, Kunsel was a lot more levelheaded and always the first to point out when Zack was about to do something stupid. "I think you need to hit up the medic ward first, man. You don't look so hot." "I'm always hot. At least according to my fan club."

"Har, har." It was obvious Kunsel was rolling his eyes under the helmet. Maybe that was why he always kept it on, so Zack wouldn't see him constantly looking exasperated. "Seriously though, that fight with the Behemoth really messed you up. I know you're a 1st, but you don't constantly have to throw yourself in front of us little people." "That's exactly what it means." Zack winced as he accidentally jostled his arm. "Fine, fine. But you still look like shit. Just tell him that you need to postpone your little shindig. If he really likes you like you keep going on about, then he won't mind." Zack jumped up, ignoring the surge of pain in his arm. "No way, man! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up the guts to ask him out? Not to mention find a night we were both free?!" He flailed around a little with his good arm. "So what if I broke my arm? I'm still doing it!" Kunsel rolled his eyes again. Obviously it was hidden, but Zack just knew. "You're such an idiot sometimes." "Huh?" "You're a 1st. This guy's a cadet, right?" A goofy little grin formed on Zack's face. "Yeah." "So just rearrange his schedule so that he so happens to have a night off the same time you do." Zack opened his mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when he realized that his friend was...absolutely brilliant. "Heyyy, good idea!" His good arm slung around Kunsel's shoulder. "What would I do without you?" "Probably lose an arm." Kunsel chuckled and gently nudged Zack away. "Now call the guy and get your ass down to medic before I have to drag you." "Yeah, yeah." Kunsel only left when Zack actually picked up his phone, proving he wasn't going to do anything stupid and stand around much longer with a broken arm. He quickly dialed the number that was now as familiar to him as his own, his heart thudding uncharacteristically fast as it rang once...twice... "Hello?" His chest fluttered, his smile widened, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He allowed himself to swoon for a second, glad that no one was around to see him act like a fool. That was how Cloud's voice made him feel. "Hey Spike," he greeted. "Zack?" Even though Cloud was one of the shyest, quietest people he'd ever met, there was always a little lilt to his voice whenever they spoke, like Cloud was still amazed that Zack had taken an interest in him. It made the butterflies in Zack's stomach have little caterpillar babies and flutter some more. "Got it in one!" He grinned, only the jolt of pain that shot up his arm when he tried to switch his phone to the other hand reminding him why he'd actually called. "I'm really, really sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight." There was silence on the other end for a good thirty seconds. Zack wasn't actually sure if it was because Cloud was disappointed, or that he'd actually referred to their little get-together as a date. "Want to have dinner this weekend? Maybe get out of Midgar for a little while?"

"...With me?"

"Yeah, you. I like you a lot, y'know." "...How come?" Cloud finally asked in a small voice, breaking Zack out of his daydreams. "I had this mission earlier today, right?" At Cloud's hum in acknowledgement, Zack continued, "It was mostly just supposed to be me observing, but then this Behemoth charged in outta nowhere. I had to step in." "What happened?" "We got it without any causalities, but it really hated me." He laughed a little. "It swiped me away like I was nothing and I slammed into a wall. My arm's broken."

There were a couple of beats of silence as Cloud let this sink in. "Oh. Okay, then. I guess you need to rest, right?" "Once I go down to medic, yeah." "What?" Cloud's disappointment seemed to immediately melt into concern. "You haven't gotten it checked out yet? How long have you been back? You said your mission was this morning!" "It was," Zack admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "I've been back for a few hours." "Why?!" "I..." Zack trailed off a little. He felt a bit like a fool for admitting this, but he liked Cloud an awful lot and had really been looking forward to their date. Dinner at a nice place, maybe a movie, walking along the fields outside of Midgar and stargazing... Finally, he let out a wistful little sigh. "I just really didn't want to miss out on being with you, my arm be damned." Cloud was quiet for a long moment, and Zack would've thought he'd hung up if not for the shaky little breaths in the receiver. Finally, though, there was a reply. "Does the medic ward allow visitors this late?" It was by far one of the last things Zack expected to hear. "Huh?"

"I mean..." Now Cloud sounded hesitant. "I know you're in SOLDIER, so it's probably not a big deal for you to get fixed up. And it's probably not what you planned for our....date." He paused. "But at least if I came to visit, we could be together for a while. If you want." "Of course I do!" Zack blurted out. Cloud was right - this was a far cry from what he'd wanted to do, but as long as they were together, that was really all that mattered. "Meet me at medic, okay? They usually like to keep me under observation for a few hours to make sure the mako's not doing anything weird." "Okay." Zack could hear the smile in Cloud's voice and he just about melted. "I'll meet you there." "Perfect." After he hung up, Zack just leaned against the wall with a goofy little grin on his face, staring into space. Visions of the medic doing something painful that would make Cloud want to grab his hand swam in mind. He ignored the logical part of his brain that reminded him that he'd had a high pain tolerance even before making SOLDIER. As he headed down to the medic ward, he remember Kunsel's advice and mentally went over his calendar. He was pretty sure he had next Friday off...and now, Cloud would too. And this time, he'd make sure no broken limbs got in the way.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

slutty saturday anon again; what about making gator/s3 steve/baron whimper for the first time?

loved loved loved what you wrote for the tongue kiss 💗💗💗

omg hi hi nonnie! i absolutely adore these, and thank you! that last one is getting a lotta love & i’m grateful 🤭

CW; smut (18+), mentions of oral (m receiving), mentions of toys 😮‍💨✨

Gator:

Roy is fast, FAST asleep in their house and a good job too, otherwise he’d be awoken to the metal clanking of you and Gator stumbling into the dimly lit stables. A champagne coloured horse lay curled up in the corner of the sand, asleep too and oblivious to the giggles coming from the pair of you. With his hands cupping your face, Gator’s lips had barely left yours since he’d picked you up at 1am, texting you to say he ‘needed you’ and ‘missed your pretty mouth’. So here you were, tongues rolling over each others and teeth clacking together messily as you smiled against one another. Gator pulled away for less than 5 seconds to try and find somewhere to lay you down, knowing he couldn’t take you into his house. But you’d had an idea since he texted you. He’d missed your pretty mouth? He can get it then. You pulled away, gripping the fabric of his black undershirt as you balled it up in your fists.

“What’re you doing darlin’?” Gator chuckled, a crooked smirk on his face.

“Shut up for a minute.” You’d respond, one hand drifting to his belt before using the other to push him up against the bars of the stable gates. His back hit the metal with a soft clank as a small whimper left his mouth.

“What was that, Mr Tillman?” You’d say with a more cunning smirk than his, reaching to unzip his pants as you sank to your knees in front of him.

With a cough to clear his throat, he’d try and regain composure.

“Nothin’, just - keep -“ And there it was again, the soft whimper from his lips as you wrapped yours around the head of his cock softly. You’d smile before taking him in as far as you could, wanting to keep hearing that pretty whine more often.

S3! Steve:

Okay so if you look at the photo above and tell me this man doesn’t whimper, you’re lying, thanks. Anyway, the scenario (slightly familiar because i’ve decided i have a thing for fucking steve at work and just public anything in general oops-) coming to mind is this:

he’s on shift at scoops. sat gnawing on a banana in the back room as he tilts the chair on its back legs and has to put an arm out to catch himself. luckily you’ve come to see him and your torso catches the back of the chair instead, your hands coming out to grip the wood.

“Watch out, you big idiot.” You’d giggle as he sat up straight, almost choking on a lump of banana as he smiled up at you.

“Hi - god, hi-“ Steve would stutter excitedly, patting his lap gently as he held his arms out. You’d settle sideways in his lap, kissing him immediately with urgency, it had been a whole 22 hours since you’d seen each other and that was foul to the both of you.

When you pull away, you’d take a minute to study his pretty face; lips candy pink and a little wet from the kisses. His eyes would be wide as they looked back up at you, chocolate brown twinkling with adoration and a hint of the usual lust he felt constantly for you.

“Look so pretty - Stevie -“ I whispered softly, stroking a curl of hair away from his face. His breath hitched slightly as he shuffled underneath my body, his hands clasping together around my waist.

“Y-yeah? Not as pretty as you.” He stuttered again, licking his lips and letting his eyes flutter down to your chest that really wasn’t too far from his eye-line.

“We can debate all day long, but this angle? The way you’re looking up at me with these little-“ You’d run your thumbs over his cheeks softly, “puppy eyes. You look like you’d do anything I told you to right now.” You’d tease with a slight giggle, not taking it too seriously until the most heavenly whimper left his lips. He wouldn’t even be embarrassed about it, too busy staring up at you to care about what his own body was doing in response.

“I - I absolutely - I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Anything.” Steve would say breathily, his voice slightly shaking as you ‘adjusted’ yourself in his lap. Biting his lip so he didn’t let out another whine, your thumb would pull his bottom lip out from the traps of his teeth and he’d chuckle nervously.

“You’ll do anything for me right?” He’d nod.

“So let those pretty noises out for me, okay?”

(barking at sub!steve bye)

Baron:

okay so our sweet baby boy (i always picture sweet baron, instead of cunning clever baron but for sure wanna write about him too one day 😮‍💨).

Baron’s the cute postal guy you see around your town right? You’d spoken to him a few times, being his age and all. Riding his bike with this hazy daydream smile on his face like nothing in the world mattered. He was like a little glittering dandelion, long tendrils flying in the wind as he sped down your lane, occasionally stopping at your house with clothes deliveries or…more adult parcels. Not that he’d have any idea of what’s inside, but you always felt a little shy when he’d pass you a heavier box with his innocent smile.


Like this time. You’d ordered yourself some new toys and lingerie with a discount code your friend had sent over, but it was a new company. One that until the very last moment as the cute boy stood in front of you with the most beetroot red cheeks you’d ever seen, did you understand they had NO qualms about putting the item list on the top of the box.

“Oh, uh hi Baron.” You’d say gently as you opened the door to the sweet boy again. His hands seemed a little shakier than usual as he used both arms to pass the heavy box over, his eyes skimming the top and widening slightly.

“Uh, hi…hi, yeah. This here - this here says toys? Toys? Like as in - I ain’t never seen- you? - anyway they’re yours.” Baron mumbled shyly. You’d nod softly, taking the box and putting it down, thanking him kindly as he began to turn away.

“Hey, Baron?” You’d ask after him. He’d turn slowly, a thumb tucking his hair behind his ear as the other tucked in the pink pocket of his shorts. He’d smile in response as you came down your porch steps.

“You know where I live…incase you wanna find out more about what I ordered…” You’d whisper confidently, stroking the right side of his hair and tucking it away too.

A small mewl left his lips as he looked down across your body quickly. “Sorry, I uh - I need to get back to work, your offer is um, I would love -“ You’d silence him with a finger against his lips, getting real close as he stumbled a little.

“I see the way you stop outside the Donaldson house over there, Baron,” You’d point to over his shoulder at the home opposite yours. He’d stand by their mailbox and look over at your window, hoping to see you past the open blinds. “You stare. Looking for me?” You’d whisper, resting your hand on his chest as it rose and fell quicker by the second with each lust-filled frantic breath.

“You’re so damn pretty.” He’d whimper out shakily. He wanted to kiss you, watch you, taste you. And admire from afar just how it was you’d use those toys you ordered.

(sweating profusely)

[ghostoffuturespast]

Shimmer & Shine

Dear @shimmer-like-agirl,

I don't know if you remember last May. I sent you an ask for one of those word prompt games. Which for the life of me, I can't find the actual list for. (Thank you, tumblr search function. You barely work when I need you to.)

Now, I don't begrudge you for not doing the one I asked, but you need to know that you not doing the one I asked has literally been sitting with me for the past eight months. This whole time. It's been on my mind. Your own namesake! Took me a while, but I just couldn't let that go.

Anyway, I wrote this little number for you, friend. Hope you don't mind I took ya girl for a little spin without asking. 🧡👻

Read below or on AO3.

Chin cupped in one palm and free fingers entwined around the stem of her wine glass, Darisha sighed. Despite the abysmal amount of wintry rain pouring down outside, the club was boisterously packed. And, even though the weather wasn’t doing her curls any favors, she should have been thrilled at the full house for this evening’s show. However, Darisha’s mood was scraping the bottom of the barrel and even the effervescent bubbly of her sparkling white wine wasn’t enough to lift her spirits. 

Perhaps she was pouting. Maybe a little too much. But it was hard not to when the one person you wanted to be there wasn’t. Sighing again, she picked at the shimmer of purple sequins lining the hem of her cocktail dress before swirling her glass, tipping it back, and finishing off the last of her drink. 

Her time probably would’ve been better spent warming up in her dressing room and not worrying about it. After all, it wasn’t his fault that something important had come up. Wasn’t his fault that he’d been slammed with cases all week. And wasn’t his fault that she had insisted it was fine before he’d given her a quick kiss and swept out the door with those long strides of his. 

But saying and knowing were two different things. And it was just one of those nights. When doubt insisted on cuddling up next to you.

Amethyst eyes scanned the crowd, but only focused on the empty seat next to her.

A murmur of excitement rippled through the club as the house lights dimmed and the band filed out. The show wasn’t about to stop for her disappointment. Darisha took that as her cue to vacate her seat at the bar and drag her ass to the stage, the clack of her heels solitary as she walked across the floor.

The musicians made a business of settling themselves in, making last minute adjustments to mics and instruments; the quiet rattle of cymbals, the low pluck of strings, the test of keys. Darisha fiddled with the cable running down her microphone stand, even though it didn’t need it. Swiped the imaginary dust off the satin of her skirt, even though there wasn't a speck on it. Blinking the brilliance of the stage lights off her lashes, she made introductions to the backlit faces of the crowd and took a deep breath.

Let the sultry balm of song take over.

The music soothed her heart, took the edge off the loneliness. 

But it was a rest, a moment between numbers, that lifted her heart. Truly made it soar.

Darisha caught a glimpse of him when the stage lights transitioned. When the blinding glare of the lights softened to reveal what was behind the partition of that invisible curtain. He’d squeezed himself in at the back corner of the bar, the collar and shoulders of his coat drenched from the rain. The bartender handed him a beer. They exchanged a few jovial words before he took a sip and looked up, caught her eye and made her heart skip a beat.

River beamed at her. A brilliant smile.

One that helped her shine.

Needless to say, after the show, her heels were a lot more excited to get off the stage than they had been to get on.

Darisha practically threw herself at River, not caring about the damp still on his coat. The hug was worth it. “Thought you weren’t gonna make it?” 

He squeezed her back. “Managed to wrap up early.” And pulled her into the sweetest of kisses before parting to whisper in her ear. “Wouldn’t miss you for the world, Darisha. Not if I can help it. Love you, babe.”

“I love you too.” She grinned up at him and made a futile attempt to fix the wet fluff of his collar. “Even if you're a little too fashionably late sometimes.”

“Well, I can see about making it up to you. Made sure there was only one name on my calendar for the rest of the evening… Might’ve even bought an extra bottle of wine.” River winked at her. “I’m all yours.” 

“Sounds like a deal. Let me grab my coat and let’s get out of here.”

They walked to the dressing rooms, hand in hand.

The door to the alley creaked open and shut just the same. The two of them watched as the rain poured down, sheets cascading off the awning overhead while slips of neon reflected off the puddles that had gathered in the asphalt. Sparkling drops of iridescence amongst the grime and grit.

Darisha should’ve worn a warmer coat. Perhaps a longer dress. Icy air pricked at her knees and made her shiver. But then there was an arm around her, River tucking her into his side to share some of his warmth. She leaned into him, sighing content as their breaths curled with one another in the cold.   

Worth it.

“I can bring the truck around.” River offered.

She considered for a moment. “While I appreciate the thought, I’ve spent enough of the evening alone without you. We’ll make a break for it.” 

“In your nice heels?”

“Mhmm.”

“How about a piggy back ride then?”

“Not very dignified in this dress.” She reached down to clasp his hand, tugging him forward and smiling over her shoulder. “Trust me, you’re worth way more than these shoes. Keep up, will you?”

“You don’t even know where the trucks parked at.”

She’d do it. Maybe with some reluctance. But she’d trade her entire wardrobe just to hear the music of his voice. She’d certainly, at least, brave the weather.  

Darisha got a head start. River laughed.

And they both dashed out onto the streets together, hand in hand through the shimmer of winter rain.

[chasseurdeloup]

Toss a Coin to Your Hunter

TIMING: Early March LOCATION: Another Castle PARTIES:  @eliaskahtri and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY:  Elias runs into Kaden while he's on the job at the arcade and they both find themselves in unexpected territory. CONTENT WARNINGS: Nerdery, that's it.

It was a Friday night, and Elias was trying to make an effort to go out and do things instead of letting himself rot alone inside. He needed to branch out more if he wanted to make more friends. Another Castle was the arcade below his apartment in the downtown area, so he decided to stop by. He had made sure to wait until past seven so that it was a bit of an older crowd when he arrived. The last thing he needed was to be surrounded by a bunch of college kids while he was in his mid-thirties. 

A Mariokart tournament was going on, and Elias wanted to see what the scene was like. He wasn’t the best at the game, but some friendly competition with people who just wanted to have fun was always an option for getting out and meeting new people. He spotted a familiar face he hadn’t seen in a few months. 

“Kaden?” Elias called out, tilting his head to one side with a curious expression. “Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this. You a fan of arcade games?” The Pacman game to his right beeped, and he looked over, only to see it back on the menu screen. He shrugged, then turned his attention back to the man.

There was one reason and one reason only that would lead Kaden into a place like this: a monster. Or, well, a stray animal. Maybe a ghost. Or a shifter or something, perhaps a curse or– Alright, there were a few reasons why Kaden would walk into an arcade full of loud sounds and bright lights. The point was that none of those reasons were to play games. They didn’t appeal to him much. For one, he never got the chance to play them as a kid so he felt stupid and terrible at every single game he ever attempted. Even though he wasn’t as intense as his sister, he still hated losing. Anytime he tried to play, he was bad, felt bad, and then found himself frustrated. So, good for the people who liked that kind of thing, Kaden just wasn’t one of them.

Instead, he was here due to a call to animal control that Gary promptly wrote off. There were some weird “hamster-looking things with horns chewing through parts of the store,” apparently. Gary informed them that animal control was not pest control, and he wasn’t wrong. Animal control didn’t deal with rodent infestations, even if those rodents were supernatural in nature: snicker-snackers. Which was why Kaden wasn’t there as animal control. Not officially, at least. He told the kid working at the front he was there as animal control, that he was there to help. Best part about working off the job was he wouldn’t have to write up any fucking paperwork about this. 

Kaden crouched down to get a better look at the floor, the machines, the carpet, and anything he could get his eyes on, hunting for any signs of the creatures. A brick or two were wedged under the legs of one pinball machine to keep it balanced, tiny teeth marks etched into the edge of the wood. They were lucky it wasn’t worse. He was about to crawl towards the next machine, see if he could figure out where they might have gone, when he heard his name. 

The ranger jumped and went to stand. Only, he forgot he was underneath a pinball machine. His head thunked against the bottom of the table and he could here clicking and clacking and bells and whistles going off right above him. “Putain!” 

Kaden rubbed the back of his head as he slowly backed his way out from under the arcade game to get a better look at who he was talking to. Merde, that was going to be a bump. “Elias?” he said, raising a brow when he came face to face with the other man. “What are you doing here?” 

A pause. That was a stupid question. “Nevermind. I can guess.” This was very much his sort of scene. “Anyway, just here for a job. Animal control job. All that.”

Surprised by his name being called, Elias whirled his head around to see Kaden rubbing the back of his head with a curious gaze. “Oh, hey!” He replied with a smile. “I live above the place,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulder. “Thought I’d do my best to try and not rot away in my apartment like I want to.” He spoke, realizing maybe he was being a bit too honest with someone that was virtually a stranger. “On a job?” He asked. He knew very little of Kaden, but he knew enough to know that he wasn’t the type to play video games. 

Elias looked over to one of the TV setups, it was on the menu screen for one of the Witcher games. Elias smiled at the idea of the game. It was a compelling story, he’d read the books too. Something about it was drawing him in, though. Like he’d forgotten all about his conversation with Kaden, Elias began to slowly walk toward the machine like it had a siren song calling out to him, his eyes faraway as he slinked toward the machine. It was so entrancing, and in that moment, he felt like he was there. The sudden need to break out into poetry came over him, to flirt with everything that moved… what was happening? He blinked, trying to draw himself away. 

“I think there’s something weird about this game,” he said aloud, not sure if Kaden was still listening or if he’d gone back to what he was doing. “I can’t look away.” He then said, starting to feel as if something magical was afoot. “Hey, Kaden, you see this?” Elias felt his knees start to buckle, and suddenly, the man was passed out on the floor, but really, he was somewhere else entirely. 

Elias Kahtri was no longer a boring, human man. No, he was… a bard! Master Dandelion! Elias blinked and looked around, realizing he was in the center of the town of the game. Oh shit, he thought with wide eyes, looking down at his outfit to realize that he was the sidekick to Geralt. “I’m in the fucking game!” He shouted, drawing the stares of various NPCs.

Kaden’s face scrunched with concern. Rot away in his apartment? Didn’t sound great. Not that it mattered to the ranger one way or another what Elias did or didn’t do with his free time. Something about the statement, though, it was concerning. “Yeah, on a job. You know, animal control.”

Before Kaden had finished his sentence, the man was drifting away towards one of the glowing screens. “Hey, I didn’t think I was that boring,” he said as he craned his neck to get a look at what the hell was going on over there. What could possibly be so distracting about that screen to lose focus that fast? 

His brows narrowed, watching the pixels on the screen. Looked like a standard video game to him, but Elias was entranced, drawing ever closer. “I don’t,” he told the man, “and I think you should step away from the–” 

Elias was sucked up into the game itself before Kaden could say putain.

Merde. Kaden ran over to the screen and felt gravity falling away and the world shifting around him. In the blink of an eye, he was face down in the mud and wearing something strangely heavy. A lot heavier than his usual gear. 

He grumbled as he pushed himself up off the ground, wiping the mud on his pants. Which were leather. And just above the waistband was chainmail. Not to mention the gloves, also leather and something that looked like armor. “Putain?” he said, giving himself another one over before looking around.

They were definitely not inside the arcade anymore but somewhere outside. Somewhere he’d never seen. It looked almost medieval. And Elias was wearing some silly outfit with an even sillier hat and had a lute strapped to his back. “We’re what?!”  he said to the other man. No, that couldn’t be. They were in a game? “What the hell kind of game is this? Don’t fucking tell me I have to save a princess from a castle or some shit.” He muttered more curse words under his breath. “Any clue how the fuck we get out of here?” 

Swallowing, Elias looked over to Kaden to see that he was dressed in heavy leather armor and mud covered his face. “You’re a witcher.” Elias spoke with a grin, suddenly glad that his years of video games were finally paying off in the grand scheme of things. “They kill monsters, but only if they get paid. Which means there are monsters in this world too, except these ones are programmed to attack on sight.” Elias pulled a face at the idea, then shook his head. 

“Well if I know what’s going on correctly, I’m just your sidekick. I write prose and sing about your adventures and triumphs.” Elias pulled the lute off his back and strummed the strings, and it was obvious he had no idea how to play it. It was out of tune and the cacophony of strings made the man wince at his own attempt. “Okay, maybe I won’t sing. That’s… probably for the benefit of all.” He strapped the lute back onto his back, then shrugged his shoulders.

“I know this game. It’s the third Witcher game. It’s a roleplaying game where your decisions shape the game and you have a grand adventure and kill monsters and the big bad guys are this army that when it shows up, everything turns frozen. Elias waved his hands around animatedly as he spoke, beginning to walk through the old-fashioned village. “If I’m right, then this is the start of the game.” 

Elias suddenly snapped a finger, then pointed to Kaden. “Also everyone hates you because you’re a witcher. They call your kind mutants. So… we have to watch out for normal people as well as monsters. Don’t say anything weird and we should be fine. As for getting out, I don’t know. Maybe we have to complete the starting area? Which is by defeating a gryphon…” Elias trailed off, suddenly worried of how they were going to pull that off. “Or… maybe we can find something easier, like a fucking off button.”

Elias was saying a lot of damn words and they might have made sense to him, but they didn’t make any of it make any more sense to Kaden. The one thing he did catch was “kill monsters.” Putain de merde, even in another fucking reality he was hunting goddamn monsters. With a sword, apparently. There was a crossbow on him, too, but it sure as hell wasn’t as powerful as the compound one he had at home. Looked a little useless, if he was being honest. Sword it was, he supposed. While the other man was chattering on, Kaden was trying to figure out what other shit he was carrying on him. He wasn’t sure how the fuck all of it was in one little bag but he figured he should be grateful that the video game logic persisted in this case. There were bottles of strange substances, more weapons, books, some pieces of metal, gems, powder, full hides and… a broken oar? What the fuck?

His gaze shot back up to meet Elias at the word “gryphon.” Kaden blinked back at the man. He couldn’t be serious. And yet, nothing about his countenance suggested that was the case. “A fucking gryphon?” he repeated. “And wait, did you say mutants? I’m a goddamn mutant now?” Then again, he considered what he was normally: a guy with enhanced strength, hearing, tougher than normal skin, and the ability to sense werewolves. Alright, maybe not much had changed. Kaden sighed and wiped a gloved hand down his face. “Fine. Lead the way. I guess.” 

As they started to walk, he realized how goddamn slow he felt. And he couldn’t pick up the pace, not without running. Which sounded exhausting. He glanced around and saw there were horses. “Hey, do I get one of those?” he asked Elias, pointing to one of the horses hitched to a post. 

Elias watched as Kaden slowly came to terms with the reality they found themselves in. “Uh, yeah. You’re a mutant. And you’re judged for it. Instead of being praised for hunting monsters, you’re a mild inconvenience but also useful when needed.” He shrugged his shoulders then pulled the lute off of his back and began to strum it. Having no musical talent, it sounded cacophonous and wrong. “I…” He strummed a few more times, then gave up and put the lute away again. “Okay, maybe not.” He spoke, frowning. “Man, if I’m going to be stuck as a bard, at least give me magical musical talent.” He complained, kicking at the dirt under his foot. 

“Yeah, a gryphon! We’ll… totally get our asses kicked. I’m not a fighter.” He scratched at the back of his neck, the reality of their situation finally kicking in. As they walked along the path, Elias stopped in his tracks as Kaden pointed to a bay horse. “Actually…” He took a good look at the horse, then grinned. “That’s actually your horse!” He told Kaden with a bright smile. “Name’s Roach, isn’t she a beauty? Call her, she’ll probably come to you if the theory that you’re Geralt is to be believed…” He trailed off, lost in thought as he tried to remember the details of a game he hadn’t played in quite a long time. 

Elias took the other horse that was next to Roach, deciding that the person didn’t need it. It was a video game after all, he could do what he wanted, right? Only problem was, he had never ridden a horse in his entire life. He stared up at it, then frowned. “I… should probably walk.” He decided, nervous.

“Of fucking course they to,” Kaden grumbled. The reality of what that actually meant hit him a little slower. “Hold on, that means people know about the supernatural?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He’d be lying if he said he’d never wondered what life would be like if the supernatural were less of a secret, if he didn’t have to hide what he was or how he grew up. He wondered if life would be better, or at least easier. Sounded like he was fucked either way if this world he landed in was anything to go by. 

“Roach? The horse’s name is Roach? Putain de merde.” Who the fuck named their horse that? Nevermind, didn’t matter. “Uh, come here, Roach,” he called out to her. The mare looked at him questioningly (as much as a horse could), but trotted over all the same. He was thankful that his horseback riding skills have improved dramatically since he started dating Monty. It was easy to pull himself up into the saddle, even with the armor he was wearing. And Roach seemed agreeable enough. 

He raised a brow as he watched Elias approach the other horse. It was clear he was not as familiar with horses and that, despite being in this fucking video game, they didn’t have skills beyond their normal arsenal. Right. That was concerning. If the gryphon was anything like he was imagining, he was pretty sure he didn’t have the skills to take it down by his damn self. Especially since he was going to take a wild guess that he wasn’t getting his hands on a shotgun anytime soon. 

Kaden rolled his eyes at the man’s declaration that he’d walk. That was going to be too goddamn slow and left him even more vulnerable than he already was. “Come on,” he said as he reached down to grab Elias’s arm, pulling him up onto the back of the horse, seated just behind Kaden. “Probably a good idea to hold on.” 

He nudged the horse ahead and they began trotting down the path. For some goddamn reason, there were villagers just constantly in his way. Kaden did his best to steer past them, but Roach didn’t seem to be as dexterous or responsive as most horses he was used to. “Hey, watch it!” one man yelled out as he dodged out of the way. Another woman yelped. “Don’t walk in the fucking roads!” Kaden shouted back but it didn’t seem to deter them from their predetermined loops. “Who the fuck makes people walk in front of a goddamn horse?” he grumbled to himself.

It was then he realized he wasn’t even sure if they were headed the right way. He sort of just picked a direction. Kaden considered pausing to ask one of the people wandering around but the dirty looks they shot him didn’t make him want to strike up any conversation. He was going to assume he was headed down the right path since, well, it was a path in a video game after all. How hard could it be to navigate?

Roach started to get nervous and skittish as they neared a small patch of water along the road. “Is she scared of water or something?” he asked Elias as if there would be a simple explanation from the video game… rules or whatever it was. It wasn’t like it was deep, there was no reason the horse couldn’t cross it. They wouldn’t even have to jump to get to the other side. Hell, he was pretty sure it might go up as high as his ankles. Kaden urged the horse forward anyway and Roach listened, but was still uneasy. Whatever, it was probably nothing, some way to teach a player how to gallop or some shit. Either way, he was sticking to trotting while he had an extra passenger on the horse with him.

If he had looked to either side of the path as they reached the middle, he might have noticed the bubbling at the surface of the water. He might have reconsidered his decision to not go faster than a trot. Instead, inhuman screams rang out and the water splashed around them as three ghoulish creatures popped out of the water, bringing with them the stench of foul water and decay. They were blue, scaley, and Kaden sure didn’t miss the jagged teeth and sharp claws. “Putain de merde! What the fuck are those?!” he shouted while Roach did her best to keep calm while she was clearly freaking out. Shit, they didn’t have time to learn what those were. Fuck this.

”Hold on!” he shouted to Elias as he kicked Roach into a gallop. So much for not faster than a trot.

_____

“Not only do these people know about them but it’s a normal occurrence. Just another day as far as they’re concerned.” Elias shrugged a shoulder, looking at all the townspeople. “God, can you imagine living in a world like this?” He spoke, glad to have indoor plumbing and no cockatrices. “Yeah, the horse’s name is Roach. Appreciate her! Love her! Treat her with the respect she deserves!” Elias retorted with a frown. 

Before he could protest, Elias was on the back of a horse. God, this was wrong. He didn’t like it one bit. “Kaden, this is such a bad idea,” Elias spoke, his fear of the gentle beasts coming to the surface. Then, the horse started moving and Elias was quick to grab onto Kaden to keep himself from falling off. 

“Hey, the NPCs aren’t supposed to be smart,” Elias mentioned with a roll of his eyes as Kaden complained after nearly trampling a few people. He watched in partial fascination and partial horror as the landscape went by. “We’ve got to stop getting into things whenever we run into each other,” he remarked with a smirk. Then, the horse started to get freaked out. “Oh, those are drowners!” Elias spoke, pointing to the blue-colored things coming straight for them. 

Before he knew it, they were taking off down the path before the things could get their hands on them, and Elias felt his grip tighten for dear life. “Oh this is nuts!” Elias complained as the horse galloped along. “I mean, how are we going to get out of here? Are we stuck in the Witcher world forever? I can’t play the lute!” Elias felt himself spiraling at the concept of being stuck there. Not to mention Kaden didn’t really fit Geralt’s part either. 

“Man, I mean I could have been anyone in this game, and I’m Dandelion.” He continued. “He’s woman-obsessed and a genius with words. I’m neither of those things.” Elias frowned and shook his head at the idea of being someone like Dandelion.

It was in the midst of Elias’s complaining when a terrifying screech came from above them. Elias looked up, and there it was. Swooping right for them was the gryphon from the beginning of the game. “Oh, we’re done for!” Elias shouted, pointing up at the creature. “Run, Roach! Run!” He demanded, pulling out Geralt’s, no… Kaden’s sword and pointing it up at the creature. “Back off!” He demanded, knowing it would do little to deter the beast.

Roach kept running, but started to make scared whinnies and as the large bird creature swooped closer. “Oh, we’re going to die here!” Elias shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. This was it, goodbye world! The gryphon’s talons were pointed straight for them, and they made contact when– he opened his eyes and he was on the ground of the arcade next to Kaden, who was still unconscious. The game had been stopped. Elias blinked up at the worker who was staring down at him with wide eyes. 

Elias blinked a few times before forcing himself up onto his feet, disoriented. He was just holding Geralt’s sword and about to meet his end. Shit, was Kaden still in the game? Elias whirled back to look at Kaden, who was slowly coming to. “Oh thank god,” Elias muttered as he noticed the man blink a few times. “What happened?” He asked the worker, who just held their hands up. “I dunno man, you two just passed out.” The guy spoke, taking a step back. “It’s only my first day, I dunno.” Elias waved a hand, telling the kid that they’d be alright, and put his hand out to Kaden to help him up. “You alright?”

_____

A string of French curse words left Kaden’s mouth as they sprinted from the drowning monsters or whatever they were only to run into the aforementioned gryphon. At least that’s what he assumed was attached to big goddamn talons and horrendous shrieking.  “Hey!” he shouted when he noticed Elias had taken one of the swords for himself. “Do you know what you’re doing with that?!” He grumbled some more and then reached for the other sword that was on his back. Lucky there were two, he supposed. 

Kaden couldn’t say he had a plan of attack beyond just that: attack. He had faced bies and catoblepones, he could face a goddamn gryphon. He shouted back and thrust the sword up towards the beast’s talons as they swooped in towards them. 

Before the blade even made contact, the world went black around him and everything faded away. He groaned as he came back to life on the other side of the screen, pain shooting through his side as he lifted himself up off the floor. Putain de merde, whatever position he’d landed in wrecked hell on his spine. “Passed out you say?” Kaden felt his head to see if there were any bumps that would explain the hallucination from that game or whatever. It had to be that, right? If the kid was saying that they passed out. 

Only, Elias was there, too, and he looked just as startled. Fucking hell, had they really been sucked into that game? “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said with an added wince as he stood. “Back disagrees but I think it’ll get over it. Comparatively.” He looked over at the screen that they had been sucked into – black, empty, lifeless now that the console was turned off for the night. “That happened, right?” he said looking back at Elias. What the fuck kind of supernatural bullshit led to this, anyway? Maybe it was some fae bullshit or spellcasting gone awry. “Glad that’s over. I don’t think I’m going to become a gamer anytime soon.” Too much like real life. 

[nativeofsumeru]

Zhongli x fem!reader

A/N: I wrote this EXTREMELY long ago so I’m not sure how it holds up to present day. I just thought I’d dump it here anyway in case someone likes it. I did shave off the original ending as it was very dramatic and dark (I already pulled that off in my first Xiao fic lol). So if the ending seems off or rushed that’s why.

(not proofread)

(AU-u r a secretary, Zhongli isa ceo/boss)

"Mr. Zhongli? The new orders have come in."

"Ah, Ms (YN). Please place the papers on my desk and I will be sure to finish them on time.

"Of course Mr. Zhongli. And, um, I have already scheduled everything on your calendar for the next month and a half." He nodded and smiled at her. "Thank you my love. I knew I could count on you." She blushed at his compliments. They heard faint heels clacking and a knock on the door.

"Come in."  Mr. Zhongli said loudly. 

"Sir, your wife is here to see you." Ganyu, his front desk lady, told him. He nodded and sighed. (YN) looked disappointed. Zhongli noticed.

"No worries my love," She looked at him. "Once her son is 18 you will have me all to yourself." (YN) gave a sad smile and proceeded to walk out of her boss' office. She saw Mrs. Ningguang walk by, swiftly, and poised with grace. Mrs. Ningguang was always so beautiful. Her strides were always elegant and well calculated, and her beauty was unmatched even without makeup. The Mrs barely acknowledged her presence and (YN) had to admit she was jealous, but she kept her head low. Once Nigguang passed, (YN) turned around and saw her assertively enter her husband's office. The office was practically soundproof...(YN) would know. But damn did the two yell loudly at each other. Muffled yells could be heard from outside. It was obvious the couple barely got along when it came to most important issues, however outside of closed doors they always seemed content with each other. (YN) walked towards the front where Ganyu was sitting typing away at her computer. Sitting in a chair in the corner on his phone was Zhongli and Ningguang's 17 year old son. (YN) tried to be cordial and say hello.

"Hey Xiao." He didn't look up from the screen and whatever he was scrolling through. 

"Hi." He said coldly. (YN) decided not to try and entertain him any further. The last thing she needed was to hurt the kid more than he probably already was. She couldn't imagine living in such a household. A big mansion and everything you could ever want, except your parents have a better than decent relationship with each other. In three months though, Zhongli would finally belong to her at least. They would finally get married and have their own life.

~~

"Mr. Zhongli, I have those papers you wanted!" (YN) started until the door closed. "Can we talk please?" Zhongli stopped what he was writing and looked up at her.

"Of course my jade? What would you like to discuss?" (YN) kept herself together.

"Your son is 19." Zhongli looked at her as if she just discovered the sky was blue. 

"Observative." (YN) she was getting upset.

"You said when he turned 18. He's about to finish his first year of university!" Zhongli was displeased with her tone. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You really are easily misled." She was caught off guard.

"W-What?!" Zhongli set his arms down on his desk and glared at her with his harsh golden eyes.

"Have you not noticed how often my wife comes around these parts for the past year? Have you not noticed how there are no longer shouts being exchanged in my office or an atmosphere of tension?" She only stumbled over her words. He silenced her. "You are observant enough to know my son's age without me telling you yet you're not observant enough to notice little details about me and my life." She stayed silent. "And you wanted to be my wife." He chuckled. She began to cry. There was silence. He simply stared at her before his next words.

"You're fired."

"WHAT?!"

"Leave my building now willingly or you will be escorted by security. I will not ask again." She ran out of the office with tears falling down her cheeks.

[vale-isei]

DU Snippet #5

“Aren’t you ways away from home?”

Sorrowful turns away from the altar. At the front of the church stood a tall figure, shadows zipping around her like evil spirits, wearing that signature grin of hers. Most would draw their weapon at the sight of her, but not Sorrowful. He was different when it came to situations like this. The figure dressed in black knew this very well, which is why she approached him without drawing her own weapon.

Approach The Priest unprovoked. That is the best way to avoid unnecessary altercations.

Her heels clack against the marble floor as she strolls up the aisle. She takes her time leisurely looking around at the oaken pews and steel crosses.

“It’s a beautiful recreation you’ve made,” she continues. “This sanctuary from the chaos outside. This place… it reminds you of her, doesn’t it?”

“What purpose do you have here?” Sorrowful cuts in. His voice has shed its timid nature, instead bearing a firmness no one has heard before. Well, no one in the Union, to say the least.

“Straight to the point,” the figure chuckles in amusement. “I like that.”

She sweeps up the main platform, just mere steps away from him as she turns to the mosaic glass window bathing the altar in calming blue shades. Her eyes glance over the set-up, then settle on him.

“I came here to ask for your resignation.”

Sorrowful meets her eyes. “From what?”

“The [DAYS UNION], naturally.” She reaches for a matchbox on the table and pulls out a fresh matchstick. “As the [NIGHT LEADER], I believe your talent can be of bigger use somewhere else. Somewhere at my side, more specifically.”

The match lights up with a fast flick against the cardboard box. Horrid’s lilac eyes glitter in the flame’s light, shining with wickedness, but with truth as well.

She may be the Night Leader, but it doesn’t mean she’ll lie.

Sorrowful’s face is hidden behind the mask. He stands motionless, silent, watching her movements as she lights a candle.

Quiet. The church is quiet as he stands silent and as she clasps her hands in prayer, bowing her head.

Minutes pass. Neither utter a word to break the unmentionable silence until Horrid is done. Once her hands are unclasped, Sorrowful speaks.

“Do you believe in God?”

Horrid tilts her head at him. “No.”

“Then who do you pray to?”

“Hm…” She mulls over this, softly humming in thought. “I pray to those I couldn’t save.” She gestures to Sorrowful. “How about you? Do you believe in God?”

“I believe in his mercy,” Sorrowful replies. He turns away from her, fixing his gaze on the altar again.

“That’s not the same, now is it?”

Sorrowful frowns under the mask.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he says. “You already knew my answer before you walked in, yet you come here anyway with a death wish.”

She chuckles again. “So I did. But you wouldn’t hurt me here, now would you?” His silence speaks volumes; she takes that with a gracious smile. Of course, she knew why he wouldn’t strike her on this occasion. Horrid wouldn’t take this for granted, as she knew what Sorrowful could do to her if this had taken place elsewhere.

She just pats his shoulder, then turns and walks back down the stairs and down the aisle. Sorrowful doesn’t watch after her with a cautious mind. There’s no need to, for they both know neither of them will draw an act of violence upon the other. It would be a pointless gesture with just the two of them.

Before Horrid leaves, she looks over her shoulder. Tosses one more smile.

“Her last words… she said she asks for your forgiveness.”

The door opens. Creaks, and shuts with a loud clang.

Sorrowful is left staring at the altar.

His hand moves. He doesn’t need to watch himself as he pinches the flame Horrid set. It fizzles in between his fingers, and within a second, goes out and leaves a trail of smoke in the air.

Forgiveness.

If there was anything Sorrowful was out of, it was forgiveness.

(To be honest, I wrote this on a whimsy thought. I have no idea what this is, but I'm finding myself liking it.)

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 4

This is another idea that popped into my head while I was planning all these blurbs out. Partly inspired from me writing smut at work lmao. But I think somehow this one ended up the longest of all the blurbs (that I've written so far anyway)

Warnings: workplace sex, p in v sex, fingering, neck kisses, unprotected sex, minimal editing

Everyone has a way they make money to pay the bills. For you it was a boring office job, but you were trying to change that. You’d always enjoyed writing but it was only in the last couple of years that you’d begun to consider it seriously as a potential career. You’d had an idea for an erotic romance novel, spent the better part of a year working on it and, miraculously, a publisher had picked it up. Then you’d written another and another, all published under a pseudonym of course. None of them were best sellers, they’d never topped a popularity poll, but they were a good second stream of income. Enough people bought them that it was worth it to keep publishing, and you hoped that one day you’d catch a lucky break and manage to turn it into a full time job. Until then though, you wrote when you could. During the week it was mostly late at night and on your lunch breaks, but you had a deadline approaching and were a little behind where you’d hoped to be, so you’d taken to pulling your draft up during work hours.  

You’d long ago stopped being embarrassed about writing at work. Your screen was mostly hidden from view, angled so that anyone who came to your cubical wouldn’t be able to see exactly what you were doing. And no one would question a word document anyway, they’d assume it was a report or something else for the company. So it wasn’t that you were embarrassed this time, but you were a little more anxious to keep your screen hidden since you were in the middle of a very steam sex scene. Up until now you’d managed to only write the spicy sections in the privacy of your own home, sticking to flirty banter and location descriptions at work. But you wrote best when you were writing in order and you were at the part where the main couple finally had sex. The culmination of pages and pages of build up and sexual tension.  

Perhaps some of your discomfort came from the fact that it was a workplace romance, set in an office not dissimilar to the one you were currently sitting in. Your hero and heroine had flirted at the water cooler and accidentally kissed in a supply closet much like the ones you saw daily. And, worst of all, your hero had a passing resemblance to one of your colleagues. Gwilym was the best of the IT guys, always friendly when you ran into him in the break room, always helpful when you had any tech problems, and unfairly handsome to boot. Too handsome for IT. You’d given your leading man a much more high profile job but the same chiselled jaw line and deep eyes that Gwilym had. It hadn’t been a problem when you started. After all, no one at the office was likely to read it and if they did it could hardly be traced to you since your author name was entirely different to your real one. But it would be incredibly embarrassing if anyone, or god forbid Gwilym himself, caught sight of the screen. But you relaxed more as you got further into the scene and no one came to interrupt. The words came easily as you described the couple becoming trapped in the copy room, eventually resorting to fucking on a copy machine. A little comedic but mostly focused on the spice. You were really hitting your stride, the heroine close to falling apart under the hero’s expert touch, your cubical neighbours probably thinking you were having a very productive day with all the click clacking of your keyboard, when your phone rang.  

Grumbling a little about the interruption right at the literal climax of the scene, you picked it up and put on your politest work voice as you answered.   “Hi Y/N, it’s Gwil from IT.”  You suddenly felt warm and less annoyed about being disturbed, “Hi Gwil, how can I help?”  “Sorry to interrupt, I just had a flag pop up that there could be something wrong with your computer.”  Your first thought was for your manuscript and you hastily saved it just in case, “That doesn’t sound good.”  “If there is something wrong, it shouldn’t be too hard to fix. But I do need you to clarify a couple things for me, just so we can determine what the cause of the issue is. Are you able to pop down to my office?”  “I can come right now.”  “That would be amazing. I’ll see you in a minute.”  Composing yourself you closed your document and began to head downstairs to the IT department’s rooms, wondering all the way at what the problem might be. You were always careful about what links you clicked on, so you doubted it was a virus or anything too worrying but still, you didn’t want to lose any of your manuscript, or your actual work, in some sort of freak tech failure.  

The IT rooms were overcrowded and stuffy, the walls lined with shelves of equipment – backup monitors, boxes of loose cords, spare computer parts for quick fixes. Gwilym met you as soon as he heard you arrive, apologising for the inconvenience of it all.   “I would have come up but it’s just me at the moment,” he gestured to the empty desks his coworkers usually occupied, “so I can’t really abandon my post.”  “Oh, no trouble at all. I was thinking of taking a coffee break soon anyway,” you lied, his handsomeness making you eager to please.  “Well this won’t take long. D’you want to come through to my office?”  “Sure.” You followed him past the clutter into a much neater, though quite small, office.   He closed the door behind you, waved you into the seat opposite his desk and sat, pulling something up on his screen.   “So what do you need to know?”  “He thought for a moment, looking at his screen, “So you’re working on a novel, huh?”  Your heart stopped and you felt heat rise in your cheeks, too surprised to pretend you were confused, “How do you know about that?”  “Oh please, I can see what everyone in this building does any time I want. Head of marketing up on twelve has been on ebay all morning bidding on a novelty clock. And theres a guy on Six who is,” he paused to check the screen, “currently looking at engagement rings. Sweet.”  “You spy on us?”  “No. But I could if I wanted to. And sometimes I get notifications about people spending too long on things other than work. Like you and your erotic novel.”  You felt embarrassed again but couldn’t deny it so stayed silent.   “Bit dangerous, writing that in public. Lucky only I saw and not anyone more important. You probably weren’t aware but sometimes the bosses request info on who’s been getting most distracted.”  “You won’t tell anyone will you? It’s just a stupid side gig, I don’t want to get in trouble over it.”  “Oh gosh Y/N, of course not.”  You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I just thought you should know the work computers aren’t as private as you might have thought.” He paused and then, almost as an afterthought added, “And that, y’know, I thought what you were writing was quite good. Arousing. Although maybe it would be better if she were bent over a desk instead.”  You didn’t catch the hungry way Gwil looked at you, too taken aback by his critique of your work, “What?”  “Just a bit easier.”  “Well, no, the copy machine is symbolic. It serves a purpose. It makes sense if you’ve read the whole thing. Plus, I prefer for my characters to see each other the first time they’re together. They’re meant to be falling in love with each other after all.”  “Okay, I see your point. But I’d still argue a desk would make more sense than a copier. She doesn’t have to be bent over, she could be sitting or laying on it.” His palm brushed over the top of his own desk.  You couldn’t believe the arrogance of his suggestion but the shock at least kept you from being too aggressive in your disagreement, “Thanks for the advice but I think I prefer my way.”  “Well I think you should reconsider. Maybe you haven’t had the personal experience, but I have. And I can tell you the desk works better. Copy machines like the one you describe are fine but they make getting the right angle, well, tricky.”  His knowing smirk should have infuriated you but you found yourself swiftly crossing from indignant to turned on. You chalked it up to the sex scene you’d been writing, and that you’d long had a crush on Gwil, so the combination of him talking to you about sex was almost too much.   He stood, and you became very aware of how tall he was and how handsome, as he moved around to your side of the desk, leaning against the edge casually, one eyebrow raised as he said, “I could give you a demonstration if you want.”  Your breathe caught. You’d missed the signs that that was what he wanted so for a moment all you could do was stare at him.  “I hope that’s not too forward of me. But I really liked your writing.”  It was like you’d stepped into the pages of your novel somehow, and you knew exactly how your heroine should react, “Well I never say no to research.” 

Gwilym looked altogether too pleased with himself as he drew your to your feet, his hands falling to your hips and then sliding down to squeeze your arse as he kissed you hard.   It was a strange moment, living out the reality of something you’d imagined over and over, something you’d written into your book, but more than welcome. He was as talented as you’d hoped, as talented as you’d written him, his hands firmly directing you towards the desk and then, when you were in front of it, working to push your pencil skirt up to your waist. He only stopped kissing you to guide you up to sit on the edge of his desk, picking up where he left off almost as soon as you were situated. You let your knees fall open, partly directed by him but gently enough that it felt entirely your decision, and he stepped between them letting you feel for the first time just how affected by your writing he was. Your eyes widened at just how big he felt pressed between you and his tight work trousers.   Gwil must have noticed your expression because he chuckled and, leaning in closer to your ear, whispered “I’m glad you were writing your porn at work. Because now I know the sort of filth you can come up. Make me wonder what other dirty ideas you have in that pretty head.”  His breath was hot against your ear, making you shiver and breathe heavier, but it was nothing to the sensation of his teeth tugging at your earlobe that followed. You whimpered at the feeling and how unfairly sexy he sounded talking about filthy ideas, a thousand more of them springing to your mind.   He seemed amused by your reaction. Not that you could see him but you swore you could feel him smirking again as he nipped at your neck, not quite distracting you from how his fingers were slipping into your knickers.  

It took almost no time at all for him to have your underwear off and his cock out, pressing against your entrance. Your brain was hardly working, overwhelmed by your dreams coming true so unexpectedly. But Gwilym seemed to like you that way, barely able to do more than whine. Whenever you’d tried to speak he’d shift his fingers or trail his tongue over your neck or toy with your nipple, effectively diverting you attention and causing another small moan as he drew you towards the edge. Nothing like the banter in the scene you’d written, though Gwil offered a few comments here and there, teasing you for being so wet and reminding you to keep quiet since you were at work. But now, close to release and so close to finally having him fill you he stopped and asked the worst question imaginable.   “Have you written anything else about me?”  The answer was no, or not entirely, but the small part of your brain still ticking thought his ego might like a yes more. Thankfully he didn’t seem to need a real answer, happy with how fucked out you’d already gotten.   “Bet you have. Bet you’ve written about me in all sorts of positions.” The very tip of his cock dipped into your hole, teasing you just a little more. “I want to read them all. And then show you how the real thing feels.” Finally he pressed himself into you, making you gasp.  

Gwil groaned as you unconsciously clenched around him and paused for a moment before beginning to slowly pull back and sink into you.   He was big and all you could do was moan at the way he stroked inside you, though as he worked into a faster pace you grabbed onto the edge of the desk, needing to hold onto something.   He just grabbed at you, fingers wet from your cunt digging into your thigh before slipping down to your clit as he leaned forward, using his arm to brace himself on the desk.  The slight shift, the way he seemed to surround you as he leaned forward, the constant pressure from his fingers on your clit, not to mention the quick snap of his hips into yours and the sheer delicious fullness of him filling you, quickly became almost overwhelming. He had taken over all over your senses as he grunted in your ear, his taste still on your tongue. Whining into his neck you begged him not to stop until there was no choice but to cum for him, because of him.  

He didn’t take long to reach his climax after that, his breath getting heavier and his thrusts less smooth.  “Wh-where?” was all he could get out before another moan, “Where should I?”  Your orgasm had brought a sliver of clarity back to you, enough to know that you couldn’t risk anything that might leave a visible mark. But more importantly, enough to know you didn’t want him to move from between your thighs.  “Don’t care. Inside.”  Gwil groaned again, hips stuttering with how hot he found your answer. He kept fucking you as consistently as he could manage, his fingers no longer on your clit but back on your thigh as if to make sure your legs stayed spread. You heard him curse in a strangled voice before his hips jolted and then stopped pressed hard into you as he came with a moan and a grunt. Everything was quiet and still for a few moments, aside from both of you breathing heavily as the reality of what had just happened caught up with you.   Gwil leaned back a bit, slipping out of you a little, “Fuck.” was all he managed to get out.  You gave an embarrassed sort of laugh, “Yeah.”  He was still absurdly close, still half inside you when he said, “So? Do I live up to your imagination?”  You laughed again, “Oh exceeded it. Think you gave me an idea for the sequel though.”

[quietwingsinthesky]

📚🍬🔪🦷

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

(oh, it’s this little bit i’d completely forgotten about that i think i scribbled down immediately after finishing hellbent.)

“And what color were Clara’s eyes?” the Doctor asks, slipping it into the rhythm of their conversation like any other question. Even’s fingers drum against the metal of the staircase they’ve seated themself on, two soft thuds of flesh and two clacks from parts that aren’t very good at pretending to be fingers anymore. They tip their head to the side.

“You don’t want my memories of her, Doctor.” Even drums again. One-two, three-four. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

“Nonsense. You’d have loved Clara,” he says it on reflex. He waits for something to follow, some internal feeling that he’s correct in his assumption or entirely off base. Nothing comes.

“You loved Clara,” Even corrects, gently. It sounds like pity, and it grates.

“See? You’re already telling me things.”

“You knew that already,” Even says. “You knew, or you wouldn’t be asking in the first place.” They shift forward, crossing their arms over their knees. “Please don’t ask,” they whisper.

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

Well, let me set up my usual fallback of Supernatural to allow me wiggle room for my Doctor Who take, but: my unpopular opinion is that Jack is an adult. He’s treated as an adult in canon. Making him into a child in canonverse stuff will have me squinting in suspicion for most people. obviously, not my trusted and beloved mutuals who are Understanders (and. more importantly. who I know are not harboring some unexamined ableist ideas.) but. everyone else does not get a pass and will be gazed upon with disdain :D actually, the bigger crime of making Jack a child and simplifying him is that you’re being boring, the fun of him comes from how messed up his situation is and how his sudden jump to adulthood is both horrifying but also one of the few ways he can grasp at control.

anyway, that’s a settled hot take in place so that i can say one for doctor who that im not sure is a hot take or not because i don’t know the fandom as well. but anyway, it’s that 90% of eleven and river’s scenes together did such a disservice to both of their characters that it actively uninvested me in the romance they were trying to sell. I feel like i may have said this before, but it’s like there’s a switch they flip when it’s time for the episode’s mandated eleven and river flirting time where they both turn into much more generic characters acting in ways that feel very ooc so that the show can. i don’t know, really. create tension, I suppose? But the tension falls flat because they aren’t acting like themselves so you can’t get invested in this relationship because it doesn’t feel like it’s being built off of them connecting. And it really stands out as just, truly awful, because you’ll also have some fantastic scenes actually exploring their relationship and the effects it has on both of them, the positive and the negative, and yes, I am talking about the broken wrist scene from Angels in Manhattan again because i wish all of elevenriver was like that, and it’s not, and i’m mad about it-!

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

okay, i know it says research but it is much funnier to me if i just say that. sometimes. you need to describe a character touching something and you need the physical stimuli in your hands to really describe it, right? right. understandable. okay, so going from that, sometimes you need your character to say, lick a chair and describe that, and you realize you have no idea how to because how would you know what licking a chair is like? and then you look at your dining room chair from across the room. and you have to make a decision here. about what matters more to you. your dignity or your accuracy.

and if you’re a good writer, i think accuracy always wins.

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

breathing exercises are bullshit. you need to find a chant. you need to find something you can memorize and then when you feel yourself getting anxious, you need to start repeating it over and over and over. anything at all. what matters is that you’re saying it, out loud, and you can hear yourself saying it and you need to like the words so you’re focusing on what you’re saying, and this will save you. When I was in middle school, I did exorcisms. In high school, I’d repeat monologues from Hannibal to myself. Nowadays, I’m usually using the “heart. lungs. liver. nerves.” chant from slay the princess because it is short and ominous in a way that can be funny after a few repetitions and helps laugh the anxiety out of me.

and in a pinch, if you don’t have anything memorized, pull up the nearest piece of written text you have and start reading it out loud and don’t stop reading it until you’re calm again, and keep going a little after that just to make sure. Could be a fanfic you’ve got on your phone or could be an actual book. I’d reccomend the Iliad, because half of that book is just reciting name after name after name and you will start to hear how ridiculous it is rather than hearing your own anxiety, and it’ll help. you say “so and so brought 50 ships and he was the son of that guy who was king of this. and also this other dude, son of yet another guy we will never mention again, friends with holy shit another guy-“ and eventually you’re going to start giggling your way out of an anxiety attack.

[junichan]

Of Scouts and Seekers

A short story I wrote for a friend’s Transformers OC and mine, set in Transformers Prime. Shimmerwing / Saberwing (Kat's OC) is a Decepticon seeker and Intelligence Officer. Lucky (my OC) is a Decepticon energon scout.

23k words, some unnamed Vehicons and Insecticons get killed (Poor St3v3!)

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It was a huge vein of energon which was great except it meant they would have to excavate a really big mine to harvest it, and the bigger the mine, the easier it was to detect. Lucky knew the Autobots would show up eventually. She urged the Vehicon laborers to work as quickly as they were able, stacking filled transport crates at the back of the mine. As soon as they had gathered the required quota Lucky would call for a groundbridge to move it to the Nemesis.

It was too dangerous and too demanding on the warship’s power reserves to keep a portal open continuously. So, between shipments they were pretty much on their own. At least her crew had already extracted and transported more than half of the energon. Lucky just hoped they would have the good fortune of finishing before the Autobots found the mine.

She examined the datapad in her servo once again, even though she knew there had been only a minimal change since the last time she looked at it. Anything to keep her distracted from the awful sounds of the Insecticon guards crawling and hovering around the perimeter of the mine. She couldn’t stand the way they chittered and clacked when they moved; and the sharp buzz of their wings made Lucky’s audials hurt. They were so creepy!

Lucky didn’t have it in herself to truly hate anyone or anything, but she strongly disliked the Insecticons. She felt like ever since they had come aboard, things on the Nemesis had gotten way more tense. Admittedly they were far more effective soldiers than Commander Starscream’s armada of seeker Vehicons. However the Insecticons only seemed to listen to Megatron and even then only in the context of who they should kill first. They were willing and eager to kill everyone, even fellow Decepticons.

The little scout winced and ducked as one of the Insecticon guards buzzed by overhead in its beetle-like alt mode, very nearly taking off her helm. She glared at it but didn’t bother yelling. It wouldn’t listen to her anyway. If anything it would just growl back at her, or worse do one of their audial-pricing shrieks. Now that Lucky would admit she hated! It sounded like claws dragged across a chalkboard combined with a riff from a badly tuned electric guitar.

As if on cue one of those dreaded shrieks sounded near the entrance of the mine. All at once, every single Insecticon guard reared up its head and looked toward the awful noise before sending up shrieks of their own. The mine became filled with the sound of buzzing wings and clacking mandibles as the bug-like Cons swarmed. Somehow even the awful cacophony couldn’t drown out the noise of blaster fire and explosions coming from the mine’s entrance.

The Autobots had arrived!

Lucky frantically opened her comms, “Soundwave, we need an emergency groundbridge!” But the line was filled with static; something was jamming the signal. The Vehicon laborers had all stopped what they were doing and were looking at her anxiously for orders. She felt dread make a cold lump of her internals as she informed them they were stuck. “We’re going to have to fight our way out, I’m sorry.”

Guilt racked her as Lucky watched the Vehicon’s prepare to defend themselves. It wasn’t her fault that their communications with the Nemesis were cut off, but as their officer in charge she felt responsible for their lives. There was a good chance that most of them were going to get offlined. They all hoped the Insecticons would be able to drive the Autobots off, but if the Prime was with them that was unlikely.

For whatever reason Optimus had shown up at Lucky’s energon sites more and more often lately. Arachnid said it was because the Prime wanted to eat Lucky’s spark, but Lucky was mostly certain the spider-like Con was only trying to scare her. Optimus Prime was dangerous, but he wasn’t a spark-eater! …Right??

The fighting got closer and closer until missiles were flying into the mine and igniting the exposed raw energon clusters. Some of the remaining Insecticons got pushed back into the mine, and the Vehicon laborers began firing back. Knowing how useless she was in combat, Lucky tried to stay out of the way. She hunkered down behind a spur of boulders at the back of the mine, desperately trying to get through to Soundwave or anyone aboard the Nemesis.

She could only watch in horror as the Insecticons and Vehicons were taken down. From her hiding spot, she couldn’t quite see the entrance of the mine, or the Autobots that were attacking. It very quickly became clear that the Autobots had the upper hand and the Cons were flagging. Lucky began to realize her only hope of surviving was staying hidden. Fortunately for her, her glittering green paint job was already covered in enough dirt and dust to blend in rather well with the rocks she was hiding behind.

There was little comfort found in the sounds of blaster fire and explosions starting to wane. Lucky held perfectly still, refusing to even vent a little as she waited and listened. She expected to hear the sounds of tires or peds and Autobot voices. Instead she heard the whine of turbines? The little scout risked a peek around the edge of the boulders she was crouched behind and saw a seeker moving through the settling dust and smoke.

The figure was tall and elegant, obviously a femme. The only femme seeker Lucky knew was Lieutenant Shimmerwing. Even though the femme’s back was to her and her faceplate was covered by a battle mask, Lucky had to assume it was the Lieutenant. For a moment Lucky’s spark flared with hope. Shimmerwing had come to the rescue! They were saved!

One of the Vehicons staggered upright from where he had been knocked down by an energon explosion. The seeker blew his helm off with a blast from her gauntlet cannon. Lucky pressed a servo over her intake to stifle the gasp that almost came out of her. She watched in horror as the seeker went around, methodically finishing off any Con that was still moving. The femme couldn’t have been Shimmerwing! There was no way Megatron’s own Intelligence Officer would kill her fellow Decepticons!

Lucky had the good sense to duck when the seeker looked around. She made herself as small as possible, fighting not to move a single part, straining her audials to track the seeker’s movement. Her spark shuddered at the sound of pedfalls moving closer to her hiding spot. The little energon scout shut her optics down, unable to keep from trembling as she waited for the end —

The roar of engines and the rumble of tires announced the arrival of the Autobots. Lucky could hear them transforming as they entered the mine.

“Saberwing!” Optimus’ voice boomed off the walls of the cave, accompanied by the whine of several blasters powering up. “Stand down!”

The voice that responded carried a calm self-assurance that sounded a lot like Shimmerwing’s, although the battle mask distorted it enough that Lucky wasn’t sure. “Sure. I’m done here anyway.” Then came the unmistakable sound of a flyer transforming into their alt mode, and the roar of turbine thrusters as it took off.

As the sound of the seeker flying of faded, Lucky could hear the Autobot two-wheeler Arcee vent in disgust, “Looks like another massacre. She didn’t even take any of the energon.”

“Why would a ‘Con go around killing other ‘Cons??” the one called Bulkhead wondered out loud, “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Saberwing clearly has a vendetta she’s carrying out.”

“Against energon harvesters??”

Optimus hummed, his voice heavy with what sounded like pity. “I believe the Vehicon laborers were just collateral damage. It appears Saberwing was targeting the Insecticon guards. Why she is doing so remains a mystery.”

Lucky mustered up enough courage to chance another peek. Primus’ mercy was still with her as the Autobots all had their backs turned to her hiding spot. She waited silently as they called back to their base for a groundbridge and took all the gathered energon with them when they left, reasoning that it would be foolish to allow it to go to waste, or worse let some Decepticons come back for it.

“Surprised Megatron’s little energon sniffer wasn’t here,” Bulkhead remarked just before they disappeared through the groundbridge.

“It is a good thing she was not,” Optimus replied, “Or Saberwing would have killed her like all the others.”

Lucky stayed hidden long after the ground bridge closed, too scared to move. Eventually she slowly stood and took a wary look around. All of the Vehicons and Insecticons assigned to support her were dead, laying in broken heaps of metal and slowly leaking energon all over the cave floor. And the energon they had harvested was gone. Lubricant filled the femme’s optics and a rattling exhale left her vents as remorse and dread washed over her. So many lives lost! And worse, she was going to be blamed for it.

The quiet beep of her comm going off made her jump. It was Soundwave, likely wanting to know why her report was so delayed. It seemed her comms were no longer being scrambled. It took her a few moments to muster up a response. “Something really bad happened down here, Soundwave. E-Everyone’s dead, and the Autobots took the energon. I - I’m so sorry!”

No surprise, she didn’t get a verbal response from the Decepticon Communications Officer. Instead, a small ground bridge opened up in front of her, summoning her back to the Nemesis. Stepping through put her on the bridge of the warship, where Lord Megatron was standing in his usual position of command. Lucky’s circuits went cold with terror and she cast a pitiful glance over at the impassive Soundwave. He didn’t even spare her a return glance; she had messed up and now she was going to have to explain herself.

Megatron’s back was to the young scout as he gazed out of the warship’s massive forward windows, his massive claws folded behind him. Commander Starscream stood at his side at a respectful distance, and even Lieutenant Shimmerwing was there, standing opposite. Starscream’s red eyes fixed her with the usual disapproval, but there was something different about the way Shimmerwing was looking at her.

Lucky’s engine sputtered, remembering the sight of a very familiar looking seeker slaughtering her fellow Cons. Saberwing, she thought desperately, Not Shimmerwing, right?? Normally the taller femme’s smirk was cocky but at least a little amiable toward Lucky. But now her smile was cold. There was a knowing look in Shimmerwing’s optics, as if she could see right through the trembling scout.

Could it be Shimmerwing and Saberwing were the same Cybertronian? If Lucky told Megatron what she had seen, would Megatron believe her? What if he didn’t? Even if he did believe, what would stop Shimmerwing from killing her too?

Lucky’s venting became erratic, escaping her form in sharp puffs as her frantic thoughts spiraled.

Megatron’s voice snapped her back to reality almost painfully. “It’s unusual that you fail so spectacularly, scout,” he observed almost casually. He turned just enough to glare over his shoulder at his smallest minion. “Tell me, exactly how did you manage to let the Autobots kill an entire squadron of Insecticon guards and steal a third of that mine’s energon yield?”

Lucky’s armor was rattling she was shaking so hard. “B-but, Sire, i-it wasn’t –” She started to correct Megatron’s assumption, but then she met Shimmerwing’s optics and her words died in a squeak. The look the femme was giving her was a clear warning. “It – it wasn’t my fault!” she managed to eke out, “Please don’t be angry! I tried calling for help but my comms were blocked!”

Megatron rolled his optics at the pathetic display, while Starscream seemed to become incensed. The seeker commander came forward and slapped Lucky across the helm with enough force to send her stumbling sideways. “Lord Megatron doesn’t want excuses, you pathetic little scrap!” 

“I’m sorry!” she pleaded again, and she really did mean it. But her continued apology only earned her another slap and a kick for good measure. Starscream’s sharp peds really hurt. Lucky didn’t even try to defend herself though, excepting her punishment for failing to keep her fellow ‘Cons safe.

Everyone in the room knew there was nothing Lucky could have done to stop the Autobots. She wasn’t a combatant. But someone had to take the blame and the punishment for a failed mission, and she was the easiest target. After a few more moments of enduring Starscream’s abuse, Megaton deigned to have mercy on the little scout. Lucky’s energon rations were halved for a deca-cycle and then she was dismissed with the warning that next time she wouldn’t get off so easily.

Lucky ran out of there so fast she left scuffs on the floor. She went straight to her habsuite and threw herself on her recharge slab to cry. She cried in remorse for the poor Vehicons that had been killed. She cried at the hopelessness and unfairness of being the Nemesis’ scapegoat. But mostly she cried as she tried to process what she had learned that day – Shimmerwing had been out there murdering Insecticons as a rogue Con called Saberwing. Why?? And what was going to happen to her now that she knew Shimmerwing’s secret?? Would she be killed too?

[athania1309]

I reincarnated as Penelope Eckhart chapter 2

*Authors Note*(so there might be spoilers if you haven't read the manwha or novel yet so please bear with me :)  and there also will be swearing)

        Phew I survived now i still got to raise Reynold's and Derricks intimacy "hmm what else am i missing" I took a piece of paper and wrote down notes "if I remember clearly that the OG  Penelope was a commoner without even a last name then lost her mom to an illness at twelve, was adopted because the looked like Ivonne but then according to the spoilers she is actually dead and was possessed"... damn you author-nim lets just pray she isn't dead when Marquis Verdandi finds her, "but then when i grow older I will look nothing like Yvonne... haizzzzz" I sighed "thankfully my reputation isn't ruined.... yet T^T" i scribbled everything I said "plus Penelope became like this because of the damn household "

      "What else..." i wrote down the characters in the game and marked out eclis "eclis.... definitely not he's a jerk why got Penelope nearly killed " uuuhgg author-nim your so cruel even for me i sighed and wrote more notes i stopped at Callisto's name "Callisto... handsome but cruel... my bias T^T I can't definitely not he's also my grim reaper.... T^T ", then there is Derrick... that piece of sh*t no just no

     "Then there is the Marquis... Penelope increased his intimacy by ignoring him alot...." that's the plan I guess.

      Suddenly I heard a knock on my door, "My lady, the duke is waiting for you " the butler said, I shoved all of my notes into the drawer and opened the door.

(time skip to them walking in the hallway cuz why not)

    Damn these maids what is this pressure I've always been an introvert don't they need manners even if I am adopted I'm still the young lady here 

Knock knock "Your Grace it's the head butler I've bought Penelope here", "Come in" a familiar voice came from the room, I came in the room 

"Your here" the duke said while keeping his eyes on the documents, "why did you ask for me father" 

"the commotion this morning" he said, ah so its that "im sorry i wont do it again" i said meekly while keeping my head down hmph this atta do it how is me acting skill kyu kyu kyu thankfully i pressed the 'off choices button earlier'

"i won't cause any commotions" i got on my knees "i will take any probations you give me", his eyes widened in shock "you..." he said, i continued "i realized throwing tantrums from the past 2 years was a mistake please forgive me" if it means his favorability will rise i will keep begging for mercy even if it kills me.

He sighed "you may rise, I understand you may now leave eckhart's words carry great weight do not make a commotion again", "i understand" my head still low i got up and left. the moment i got out i sighed "phew"

-click clack- are you f*ckin kidding me "Penelope, Emily has worked here for a long time and she is one of the persons that was willing to be your personal maid due to you actions in the past years are you satisfied now that she is gone" he said

This dammed bastard she was the one who fkn fed she sht and pushed needles in my fkn arm and YOUR taking her side ah well I wasn't expecting anything form you anyways i composed myself "i deeply apologize young master" i said, his eyes widened in shock "what..." 

Dear brother i will beg for forgiveness for something i didn't do if it means i'll live "i will no longer create a commotion and live as quietly as possible" "since i wasn't able to handle it you don't need to fire a maid, i was just here begging to father for forgiveness so forgive me once more" then i left 

"i heard you ate rotten food, shouldn't you call for a physician" he said, that is exactly what he said to Penelope  i stopped i my tracks this bitch knew and blamed it on me this btch really gets on my nerve "don't worry young master like i said i won't cause anymore commotions so please don't worry about me" i left quickly and went to my room 

"haaaaaaaa~ im hungry~" i ploped on my bed "thankfully i still remember how to do this that fucker doesn't want me to call him brother so i won't its as easy as that"  -_- i fell asleep.....

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"why was this in your room"

"tf what..." oh..... its Penelope's dreams i remember reading this part it feels so nostalgic... this happened.... last year ... wait how do i know that aizzz nvm 

"answer you rat" Reynold said

"watch your mouth Reynold" he continued "answer me Penelope why do you have Yvvone's necklace i am sure i said not to enter her room"

"father there is no need for this i'm sure she stole it" reynold argued 

"I didn't do it I didn't do anything like that!!" the younger penelope pleaded

"Don't make me laugh! Then how did the birthday gift Yvonne received from father end up in your drawer "

damn this bitch really gets on my nerves why tf are you arguing to a little girl even i wouldn't go that far

the younger penelope pleaded more & more

what the.....

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So that's why haizzzz Reynold you damn bastard because of this Penelope buys a lot of jewelry even if it costs a fortune luckily for you I'm not interested with jewelry 

-knock knock....... open-

I snapped awake "!!" what now jeeez can't you give a girl some privacy oh.... the butler fennel

"What do you want!!" i said clearly showing anger 

"We need to decide a new personal maid for you" fennel replied

hmm lets try doing what Penelope did but then i would change the future.... eh worth a shot "what is your name head butler?" although asking this means no use to me cause i know his name but he still has to know his place 

"huh what?" he looked shocked, he reacted the same way to hmph "i asked for you name head butler", "its fennel my lady" hehehehehehhe lets try saying this my style but his reaction is to be expected i may look like a 14 year old but never underestimate me 

"you don't have a last name huh ok, then what is my name?",

 "my lady why are you asking for such things" 

"Answer me"

"its penelope eckhart"

"Exactly, Penelope Eckhart the young lady of this duchy, and yet i have never seen such etiquette wherein a commoner without a last name dare to enter a noble's room as they pleases do you know something i don't head butler"

"On top on that you dare enter a young lady's without permission what do you think baseless rumors will start going around "

"My lady!!"

"Do I need to spell everything out for you head butler"

"I apologize my lady" he got on his knees, "In my impatience I have wronged you... please forgive me"

Its going the same way as the novel but what can you expect so this is what it feels like to have power  ~W~ 

"I think it will be unpleasant for me to meet you so in the time being please send the head maid next time ah and for my dinner no need do you understand... i only need a yes or a no"

"yes my lady" he said and left

"ahhh~~~~ the feeling of power ~w~"

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to bee continued i hope yall like it

[moonyasnow]

Tastes Like Love.

A fanfic of mine I wrote on Ao3

CHARACTERS : Kalim, Irina (OC) - Kalim x Irina

CONTENT : OC x Canon fic, Fluff & Angst, mutual pining, Irina is sick, Irina has bad self worth (shocker), think of this as an AU where Irina is the only Yuu

Perhaps this fever really was serious if she couldn't even convince Kalim of all people that she was fine...

She wasn't sure when it started, only that by the time she had two lessons left for the day, she was feeling...woozy. It had started as just a mild difficulty focusing, until eventually words on the page and spoken alike had started to look and sound like alphabet soup.  She trudged along the stone floor mindlessly. The mossy green and stone purple pattern of the oxford-tiles spun faintly in her vision, swimming, out of focus and never quite as still as she wanted.

"Myah!" was the only warning she was given as Grim, formerly perched on her shoulder, took off with a jump. Abruptly snapped out of her head she watched with a stagger in her step as the grey and fire-blue cat dove straight for a muffin she didn't remember Ace picking up. The motion of his leap pushed her back like a bobble-head. Her usual yelp of surprise came a few seconds late.

"Irina, are you okay?" Deuce's voice came as yet another unpleasant shock to her system. "You seem a bit spaced out..."

"Oh." She blinked. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just...didn't get much sleep last night..." she lied through her teeth with an apologetic smile. "Um...you guys go on ahead, I just remembered I forgot something in..." 'What was the last class again?' "Alchemy..." none of the three looked at her strangely and she let out the small breath she'd been holding. "And I need to go get it."

A wicked smile spread across Ace's face- having momentarily forgotten the cupcake, Grim munching down with wild abandon on the ground just a step away- which she knew meant teasing. "What is this I hear? Did miss goody-two-shoes over here actually just make up an excuse to skip class?" A second of tightness in her chest followed.

"N-no! I'd never do that!" a predictable chuckle from her ginger friend followed.

"Ace, seriously..." the long-suffering other friend metaphorically attached at the first's hip sighed, then seemed to regard her for a second-too-long. "Try to be back quickly, though."

"Yeah ya don't want that old Trein to scold me— I mean you, for missing part of the lecture!" said a chocolate-crumb-covered face.

"Like anyone can manage to sit through an entire lecture from that monotone old grandpa..." Ace rubbed the back of his head with a sigh. "You get what I mean, right, Deucey?" He threw his arm lazily over the blue-haired boy's shoulder, smirk back in place like it never left.

"Hey! At least I try to stay awake! And stop calling me that..."

"Yeah, try."

"A-anyway!" The group looked back to her. "I'll...see you later!"

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They gave short 'goodbye's and 'see you soon's and eventually she was walking through the halls back to the Alchemy lab. Had she actually forgotten something there? She wasn't sure anymore. 'Might as well double-check...' The empty hallway, dark purple stone even darker from the coming dusk of early Spring, was silent. It filled her head up with a thick, heavy droning silence, at once soundless and deafening. 

A drop of disappointment fell into the murky waters filling her mind. 'I never forget things. And Crewel's nice...he wouldn't let me forget something important...right?' the thought was soon swallowed in the murky tide. 'Maybe he forgot too.'

Moss green tiles decorated by black diamond shapes flowed before her eyes on endless, repeating over and over and over, like a screensaver.

Until it didn't.

The moss green came to an abrupt stop and gave way to big, beige bricks. She kept walking and stepped onto a plush carpet, deep greens and purples in a much bigger diamond pattern than the floor.  The lack of a clack to each subsequent footstep fuzzied her mind further. She imagined the carpet beginning to move like a horizontal escalator. She laughed. 'Funny.' Was it? The murk didn't answer.

She looked up, seeing wide arches and a blue sky dotted with purpling clouds. 'The time...what was it again...?'

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked down at it. Like wiping a small area of a foggy glass, the amber-skinned hand came into clear focus, and with it, a voice.

"Irina."

"Ah!"  She jumped, returning to her body. She turned, 'Is it a teacher...? I'm..late, I think... So that'd be...bad...' but was met with a pleasantly familiar face.  Through the fog of her mind sprung visions of warm, familiar moments. Visions of a sunny smile accompanied by a fluttering feeling, his hand on her wrist in a warm and bright place, soft pillows, lightning in her skin at the brush of hands, spice on her tongue, a whisper in her ear and a laugh followed by a throbbing in her chest, an arm around her shoulder under a sparkling navy blue sky... But above all, warmth. A lightness in her chest from the cold stone stolen away.  'Kalim...' Safe harbor she'd once caught herself thinking.

"Oh sorry, did I startle you?" he asked with his usual, carefree smile and optimistic up-tilt to his voice. Her mind emptied, thoughts unneeded beside him and the sight of his sweet smile.

"…A little…" her voice came out a lot slower than she'd planned, and not offering the usual reassurances of 'oh no I'm fine'. She didn't notice a shift in his smile.

"Irina, what are you just doing here in the middle of the hallway? There's no one else here…" he made a show of looking around, hand above his eyes even in the dark corridors of Night Raven College, an old habit from growing up in such a sunny place. The pattern of his voice washed through her like the pleasantly cool waters of an oasis. "I don't see Ace, Deuce or Grim anywhere either." She longed to hear it like a woman dying of thirst.

"I'm…on my way to my last class," She paused. 'Which class was it again...?' She tried to search her mind, finding it felt like wearing perpetually foggy goggles while wading through molasses. A beat of silence.  She lightly shook her head and continued "I told them to go ahead since I had a…a thing, that I needed—... Yeah." She nodded, hoping it would somehow convince him when even her words seemed to be failing her. 

Silence...? "I see!" Ah, no, not silence. "I'll walk you there!" he flashed a sunny grin at her. 'Did he pause? Words later than usual, from him...? Ah, question...'

"O-oh, no, I…" 'What was I saying?' "W-what about you? Don't you have a— a lesson…?" She waded through the honey-substance again. "P.E....?"

"It's just like you to remember something so small like that!" She knew it was praise. It made her smile. 'Of course I know your schedule.' she smiled brighter to herself. "But nope!" he said, emphasizing the 'p' "Coach Vargas and the sports club members left for that training camp today, remember?"

"Oh…right." She didn't remember.  She ended up just staring without focus in his direction. She didn't even catch his smile fall. He suddenly leaned in closer to inspect her face.

"H-hah!" her yelp came at an appropriate moment this time, at least. The hanging droplets of his gold earrings made a pretty tinkling sound as they clinked together. 'He's so close...so close so close so close so close—' her stomach fluttered at the proximity, and her heart beat in a rhythm reminiscent of a starting steam locomotive. Despite feeling like lead coated her eyelids, they were blown open staring. His short, thick eyebrows gently furrowed and his eyes shone with…something? Or maybe nothing. Her mind was a warm, fuzzy mess pulsating with pain and she had no idea about anything at all.

The second he touched her forehead those same ruby eyes went big as teacups. She mourned the all-too-quick loss of his cool palm on her skin with a small pout.

"Woah! Irina, you're burning up!" His face, always soft and smiling and carefree, took on a sudden serious look, not unlike the one she'd seen on him during his less-than-lucid moments of the Winter Break. But his eyes were different this time. He was there.  She couldn't help but keep staring, feverish haze growing worse and distorting all the words that were coming out of him in favor of staring at the soft yet firm downward tilt of his brows and the unpracticed serious expression he was attempting to aim at her. 'Pretty' was all her mind could conjure up. 'I like him looking at me like that…'

"Oh no, your face is getting even more red!" his eyes shot up again. 

"Yeah…" She'd lost focus again. But even if she had heard what he was saying, it wouldn't have mattered. Kalim was right there, standing super close and 'He's so pretty and closeandIcansmellhisperfumeandit'ssonice—'

Before she knew what was going on he'd taken her hand in his and started walking somewhere. 'Oh.' She stared at their entwined hands and the burning sensation in her face grew stronger. 'He's holding my hand. We're holding hands~' The goofiest, most childish little smile spread across her face.

But she couldn't bring herself care.  Kalim was there.  She was happy.  That was all that mattered. She felt herself relax.

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The rest of the journey to Ramshackle was a blur of hazy half-snippets of words and a fuzzy filter thick enough only colors stuck in her memory. She couldn't remember closing her eyes. But they opened at some point and were met with the familiar sight of a coffered wooden ceiling, planks lined with cracks and holes she'd long-since memorized.

A chill brushed through her, though looking down she saw her thin, moth-eaten blanket had been draped over her. Her head no longer pounded, and some of the fog had washed away after her apparent nap.

'Kalim isn't here...'

Then something dawned on her.

Her eyebrows knit together and narrowed above her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands with a long sigh. 'He had a Housewarden meeting today...' Her chest ached sourly. 'I probably slowed him down…'

'But...' the memories of his face so close to hers, his palm on her forehead, their hands entwined flashed through her mind. The ache turned sweet, amplifying the faint sound of her pulse into an echo impossible to ignore. One that seemed to reverberate through her entire body.  She laid there, hands still over her lower face, gazing at his image in her mind.

Then her stomach grumbled. She grumbled right alongside it.

With a short sigh and quick inhale— the smell of damp wood invading her senses— she heaved herself up, going through the motions of mechanically shifting out of the blankets and trying to suppress a full-body shiver at the feel of the cold wooden floor. Her vision grew dark and unsteady as she walked, not pausing, toward the door, a steadying clench in her jaw. She defiantly put the next foot in front of the other and forced her body to wobble over and turn the handle. 

She shivered with each step, shoulders hunched up tight, fighting the dizziness and taking breath after breath of the air she swore would give  her mold poisoning one day.

'I wonder if Kalim made it to his meeting.'

Right foot, left foot, right foot...

'I wish he'd come back...'

She stopped. Her eyes felt as damp as the floor they were pointed at. She blinked and shook her head, swallowing the lump in her throat. 'Food.'

She looked up into red eyes.

"Ah—" She took a step back. 'What—'

"Oh, you're up! And you're walking, too! Does that mean you're feeling better?" he said with a big smile. "Wait, I remember something! Jamil always tells me to go back to bed when I'm sick, so that's what you need to do to!" Her head was spinning with shock.

"B-but—"

"It'll be kinda boring, I know, but you'll get better a lot quicker this way! Oh wait, I'll help you get there!" That was the only warning she got before he turned her around and came very close to her, predictably making her heart leap out of her chest. He circled one arm around the small of her back and an electric feeling emanated from where it'd made contact, then he bent down and his other arm went under her knees. "Heave-ho!" She yelped at the loss of the floor under her feet and her arms flew around his neck.

"Huh?" her chest jumped involuntarily when her mind caught up with the situation. "Kalim, what are you— what— why— I don't—"

"Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you, so just take it easy!"

"T-take care of me? But what— what about your meeting?"

"Oh, that. I skipped it!" He said, as though his words didn't feel like ice water poured down her back.

"Skipped it? B-but Jamil isn't here!" 

"Yeah...that means I'll just have to skip it skip it. Scarabia'll just sit this one out." She opened her mouth to speak, sputtering, but he continued:

"But don't worry! Azul offered to take down notes for me! Isn't that so nice of him?" Irina's heavy chest and jittery stomach grew worse at the mere thought of Kalim getting 'help' from the Octavinelle Housewarden. "I texted Ace and Deuce to tell your teacher you couldn't come to the lesson because you're sick. Professor Trein says 'get well soon' by the way!"

Her mind was already spinning. 'He has a meeting! He can't miss it...not for something this unimportant! ...I want him to stay, but— No.' a shard of ice stabbed her warm chest, drawing her shoulders up. 

"U-um..." 

"Hm?" his gaze met hers and her heart felt like it had stopped. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her heart was beating in her stomach and even if it was only behind her knees, the touch of his skin against hers set the spot on fire. She averted her eyes when she felt the temperature in her cheeks climb again. He chuckled at her reaction.

A quick glance showed a proud, determined smile on his face. She didn't miss the glance he shot at her, and the way his eyes crinkled meeting hers.

They reached her bed shortly after. Gently, as though she was a priceless treasure, he set her down on the mattress and spread the thin blanket over her, even fluffing up the pillow before letting her lean back against it.

'Don't be selfish. Being selfish is bad. I shouldn't be...I can't ask that of him.' Her nails scratched at her arm, but the sleeve didn't ground her like she expected. But it seems it was her tongue that was now coated lead.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" His words took her out of her head. "I'm gonna go get something! Be back soon!" She blinked in a silent question, though one which went unnoticed, and he was out of the door running down the hall and down the steps. 'Two at a time'. she noticed. Hissing air, clanking and a short 'Ow!' came from beyond the half-open door— the 'ow' making her worry even worse— then she heard the footsteps again and his face reappeared in the door. She noticed he was carrying something in his arms. "I wasn't sure how to use the stove at first, but I think I did it right!" Something smelled…burnt. A plate was placed on her lap before her mind could catch up. "It really is an old piece of junk!" he laughed. The sound of a chair scraping across the floor barely registered to her; she couldn't take her eyes off the plate of…rice and curry, almost burning her thighs with heat through the thin blanket. Some of the grains were more golden brown than she was used to rice being, their edges a dark, ashy black— 'so that's where the smell came from…'

...

"You…" Her eyes went wide. "made this?" She blinked. "But you don't like curry..." At the perceived praise he laughed and beamed at her. 

"I did! And don't worry about that: it's for you after all!" He giggled. "I remembered you really liked the curry Jamil made that one time. That's why I asked him to teach—" he cut himself off, and with a strained giggle added "Whoops! That was supposed to be a secret..."

"I…"

"Hm?" She pushed down the burning in the bridge of her nose in favor of swallowing what little saliva she had left. 

"Why...?" something in her chest clenched painfully. His bright smile softened and one faint, breathy chuckle, more a hum, escaped him.

"You're my friend! And you're important to me." The second sentence came an instant too late— his cheeks suddenly seemed a shade or two darker. 'No, I must just be seeing things...'—then a half-giggle brought her eyes back to his. "Why wouldn't I take care of you?" Her heart stuttered and for a moment went as still as a glass sculpture. She recognized the feeling of a crack in the glass deepen at his warmly sparkling eyes and the tender honesty in his voice, and froze. He smiled wider in encouragement and she saw he'd put a spoon in her hand, nudging her. "Go on, try it! It probably won't taste as good as if Jamil had made it, but I gave it my best try!"

'That's not... Why me? I-I don't deserve—...' She looked back up, prepared to protest, and felt the force of his gaze deepen the crack again. She was speechless again. 

Lifting up a spoonful of half-burnt rice and orange-red curry, blowing softly on it, she brought it to her mouth, feeling his eyes on her. The first thing she tasted was salt— or, rice covered in salt, with an added ashy aftertaste. As for the second, at first she confused it with feeling cold, before pins and needles started assaulting her tongue. Burnt, over-salted rice and way too much of whatever spices he'd used in the curry. She almost smiled. It was so 'Kalim' somehow.

'He...made this, just for me. He doesn't even like curry. He made this. Just for me.' Her nose burnt again. And this time, she couldn't push it down. Her vision grew misty. Her nose was too clogged to breathe through, and in trying to take a deep breath through her mouth, a small sob spilled out.

"Irina?! You're crying! Oh no, did I make it too spicy?" The worry in his voice made her feel warm. 

"No..." She shook her head. "I-I mean, it is very spicy..." It tasted bad; there was just no way to deny that. But when she met his eyes, smiled and said "But...it's good." the words didn't feel like a lie, and the smile didn't feel forced. She probably would have eaten a bucket of it. Especially if it meant she could see that delighted grin light up his face again. 

Maybe it technically tasted bad... But to her, it was the best thing she'd ever eaten.  It tasted like warmth. Like comfort.  Someone caring. 

...It tasted like love.

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Soooooo...figured it was about time I post this (and not just the Ao3 link) on tumblr, too.

This was my first actually finished fanfic! The first thing I actually published for TWST.

Anyway funny story I read Kalim's Dorm Vignette and found out WHY curry is his least favorite food and that he would not make anyone curry right after I published this on Ao3 :,) But I do still like this, even if that one detail wound up not being accurate! I'm really proud of it actually. Like, I wrote and published this all on my own! A piece of actual proper fanfiction!

I think it's a pretty accurate look into how Irina would feel about someone being genuinely nice to her, too And I figure this could be a bit of an introduction to Irina as a character for the people who were put off by the content warning about her backstory

[kingpreciouswrld]

Hi luv, can you do a angst to fluff Miranda Priestly imagine where Andrea comes back to Runway to confess her feelings for Miranda, but Miranda is in a relationship w/ the reader and has to choose between them. At the end Miranda chooses the reader!

Wants and Needs

Title from Drake's song -"Wants and Needs"

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Genre: Angst -> Fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: God you know I'm a sucker for angsty Miranda 😫 I hope you like it! All mistakes are mine ;-;

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The phone landed on the sofa with a soft bounce as you sat back into your own chair with a sigh.

You just got a call from Nigel. He called you right when he got back from leaving Miranda’s office and told you that he saw her walking into the office.

Her being the infamous Andrea Sachs.

The young journalist was known as the one who walked away alive. And thanks to Nigel, you also knew Andrea as the girl who was in love with her ex-boss and your girlfriend, Miranda Priestly.

It wasn’t new information to those who knew the young journalist. Nigel had told you that the girl developed feelings for the editor during her tenure at Runway. So far, the girl never showed any interest in Miranda after she walked away in Paris, and you hoped it stayed that way.

Your relationship with Miranda wasn’t public and you liked it that way. Miranda wanted to keep things underwraps until the both of you were ready to face the numerous paparazzi, critics, and the unavoidable page six, but keeping things underwraps meant that no one knew the editor was taken.

There was no reason for the girl to be at Runway unless...no, no, you needed to use a wise mind. But the journalist wrote small columns in a mediocre newspaper, so why would she be in Runway’s offices?

You tried your best to not jump to conclusions but if anything, you had faith in Miranda. She didn’t like to be bothered during Runway hours unless it was a family matter so you knew she would ignore the girl.

You hoped she would.

You didn’t know much about how Miranda felt about Andrea, she never talked about it.

Either way, there was nothing you could do with the information you were given, you weren’t going to call Miranda at work,

So you just waited.

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The shutting of the front door followed by heels clacking on tiled floors told you that Miranda was home.

You didn't need to check the time for it to tell you that Miranda was late, more late than usual.

You followed her movements with your hearing, never breaking your staring contest with the painting in front of you.

She was getting closer.

You didn’t have to tell her where you were, you didn't have the energy to anyway but she always came to the study to work on the book.

“Darling there you are.” Miranda bent down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You responded with a hum and watched as your lover made herself comfortable on the sofa across from you.

“How was your day? Did you manage to turn in your project on time?” she asked as she put on her reading glasses before turning to the book.

You were too out of it to answer her questions. Your day was...fine, it was tolerable, but your mind was running at a thousand miles per second and it made you despondent.

Not getting a reply from you, Miranda looked up from the book, “Darling?” she asked softly, "is everything alright?"

"Hm?" Your eyes found icey blue ones that were filled with concern. "Oh, yeah–yes, everything's fine."

Satisfied with your response, Miranda sent you a soft smile before she returned her focus to the fashion pages in her lap.

The silence that followed swallowed you whole, only broken with the few scratches of Miranda's red pen and the flipping of pages.

"Why was Andrea at Runway today?"

At least you held off for longer than you thought you would.

Miranda's focus didn't falter, the only telltale sign that she heard you was the sharp inhale through her nose.

"What are you talking about darling?"

"Andrea Sachs. Why was she there?"

Miranda made no move to stop her work and you sighed,

"It's just a question Miranda."

Knowing that she couldn't get any work done until you were addressed, Miranda finally looked up at you, taking her glasses off in the process,

"If you must know, she was just there to talk."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "talk about what?"

The white-haired editor fluffed her hair before she waved you off, "It's nothing, really."

"Miranda you never just 'talk' to someone during work let alone an ex-assistant who walked out on you. She worked for you Miranda, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead with someone like–"

"Do NOT talk about Andréa like that," Miranda snapped.

Miranda had never raised her voice at you and it made you physically flinch. She was defending Andrea.

For the first time since the relationship started, you were shaken. You couldn't read Miranda at all and it scared you.

Without warning, your mask slipped in place and you became eerily calm,

"What happened," you said quietly.

Miranda had gone back to the book albeit working slower than usual,

"The girl merely wanted to have dinner."

The puzzle pieces were settling into place. You could feel your stomach clench. Your heart sped up, and you felt your nerves set off as the waves of anxiety spread from your chest throughout your whole body,

"That's why you were late wasn't it…"

Miranda simply continued with her work as she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, it was just about friends catching up."

"You never talked about her, you refused to talk about her, she isn't just a 'friend' Miranda."

There was a silent pause as you observed your lover. Her own mask was in place and she was blatantly ignoring the situation. She wouldn't even look you in the eye.

"She asked you out again, didn't she."

A whispered 'yes' cut through the silence.

You took a deep, steadying breath,

"What did you say."

Silence. Miranda returned to the book, turning the pages and making notes here and there. She never once acknowledged you, it was as if the editor shut you out completely.

It broke your heart.

"I hope having your fun is worth it."

You quietly approached the editor, making sure you didn't jostle the book in her lap, before you bent down and placed your own kiss on her forehead.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. The answer of silence was an answer in itself.

Quietly leaving the study, you made your way up to your– to Miranda's bedroom and gathered your clothes into a duffle bag. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't. You didn't know what all of this meant, it was too much for you to process, but you knew you had to leave.

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A year of being together and a journalist is what comes between the two of you. A year. A fucking year.

And now, here you were, sitting alone in a hotel room for the 8th day in a row.

How easy it was for Miranda to look at another.

Throughout the week you did your best to not doubt yourself. You knew Miranda's curiosity had nothing to do with how you were as a person or a lover, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that questioned why you weren't enough to satisfy Miranda.

After the second day of being away from the editor, she started to blow up your phone. Calls on top of calls came through, even during Runway hours and Miranda never called you during Runway hours, maybe texted, but never called.

The night you left the townhouse was the last time you talked to Miranda. Even though she's made many, many attempts to reach you, you weren't ready. Those self-doubts made you hesitant to pick up any of the calls that came to your phone.

On the third day she started to get Nigel and Emily to contact you. You told Nigel what happened and he wasn't happy with what Miranda had done. Emily heard what happened the first time she had contacted you and the redhead wasn't thrilled either. Although Emily was hard to deal with at times, you knew she wanted the best for you and right now she didn't think Miranda was what's best for you. Either way, both of them knew the situation and both of them promised to keep your location underwraps.

That, in turn, caused Miranda to double her attempts (as if they weren't enough already).

She started to send gifts, flowers, anything the editor thought you might like.

When you would arrive at work, there would be a bouquet of flowers on your desk, then throughout the day more bouquets would follow. Hell the woman would send you chocolates, not the cheap ones either, the best chocolates money could buy in New York City. You started to find Roy waiting for you after work and despite your attempts of refusal, you caved in after he personally wanted to see you make it back to wherever you were staying, safely.

Every mutual friend you had with Miranda knew where you were and what had happened between you two, and each of them promised to keep quiet on the matter.

You knew you couldn't hide forever, you just didn't know when she'd finally find you.

A knock on your hotel door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your breath hitched. It couldn't be Miranda right? You've managed to slip away for 8 days, surely you had more time.

Looking through the little peep hole, you felt your body relax before confusion passed over your features. You never ordered room service. Unless you did and just forgot about it.

You shrugged, 'Free food is free food.' You opened the door and followed the bellhop as he pushed the cart in. Taking a closer look, you found that the cart held a tray of your favorite foods with a basket of your favorite snacks.

"Um, excuse me, where did you get all of this?"

"You only deserve the best."

You whipped around and found Miranda standing in the doorway.

She looked as if she came from work. Her famously white hair had fallen out of it's usual coif and there were a few wrinkles on her blouse.

What surprised you was the fact that the usual poised editor was fidgeting with her fingers. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her body in waves. It was only then that you noticed that the two of you were now alone in your hotel room.

Miranda didn't know where to start, "Y/N, I…" she took a deep breath, "I love you and I-I'm sorry for my lapse in judgement about the whole..Andréa spiel."

You watched as Miranda took tentative steps forward, gaining more confidence when she didn't get any refusal from you.

She took hold of your hands and pressed kisses to them both, "Darling, it's you. I love you and only you. There has never been a moment since you left that I haven't thought of you."

"Miranda…" you whispered softly.

She shook her head and squeezed your hands, "I need you. I should have never entertained the thought of life without you by my side. I choose you Y/N, I love you."

You bit your lip before you sent a small smile towards the editor and Miranda's eyes brightened. She pulled you into a crushing hug and she clung to you like a koala as she kissed any part of your body that was in reach: your shoulder, your neck, your hair. All the while, she whispered 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' and 'Y/N' as if chanting these things would keep you two in the moment. You indulged in the love that was showered on you and you hugged Miranda back just as tightly.

Miranda finally settled to hide her face in the crook of your neck,

"How did you find me?"

Her response was muffled by your neck but you heard it all the same,

"I may have threatened Emily with the banning of cheese in the offices."

You snorted a laugh.

'Ratted out for cheese cubes..are cheese gift baskets a thing?’

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Devil Wears Prada tags: @007giu

[callme-barnes]

Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

[taelme]

hi there! i know it’s been a while since you’ve wrote ‘all at once, the happiness i knew’ but i wanted to try my luck to see if you would consider writing a mini epilogue or drabble on how their dynamics would work after getting back together. i’m curious to know how it will change since she has never relied on hyuck all this time. this is the first haechan fic i’ve read in a long time and i’m really bummed it wasn’t a little longer 🥺 thank you for listening to my request either way! 🤍

hey hey!! I did something a little impulsively before one of my lessons HAHA but I hope you like it!

link to the fic here

word count: 1.7k words

"Let's go, Dong!" Seul's laugh bubbled out of her like honey, bouncing off the high ceilings and thick pillars of the grand building's foyer.

"You let your daughter call you dong?!" Chenle snickered, handing the bouquet of flowers in his hand to Jaehyun so he could focus on fixing his hair.

"It's Donghyuck, baby, I've told you a million times you have to say it together," Donghyuck corrected, his nagging tone made harmless by the smitten smile on his face, his gaze constantly flickering from the beloved girl clinging to his back with her arms wrapped around his neck and the doors he hoped he would see you walk out of soon.

"But mommy calls you hyuck," she pouted, genuine confusion written on her features as Donghyuck sighed.

"You know I'd let you call me anything if you wanted, but Dong in some languages means—"

"Means your daddy's very handsome. Call him that more," Chenle grinned at Seul before turning back to his phone, "Anyway, this isn't the last ceremony, is it? I'm honestly confused at this point. Does this mean she can do actual lawyer stuff now?" Chenle asked, his gaze softening as he gave himself one last look at his appearance in his phone front camera before shoving it into his pocket, shaking his head to mess his hair slightly just for good measure.

"This is the swearing in one," Jaehyun quipped, casting a brief smirk at a girl who was walking past him, earning a snort from Donghyuck and a gasp from Seul.

"I bet you don't even know what that means," Donghyuck rolled his eyes, shifting Seul further up his back. She was probably getting too old for this, but he didn't mind.

"So mommy has to say poop—?"

"Not that kind of swearing, baby," Donghyuck corrected gently, ignoring Chenle's burst of laughter.

"There's a lot worse than just poop, Seul," Chenle muttered, earning an amused smile from Jaehyun.

"Don't tell me," Seul dipped her head down to nuzzle it in against her father's shoulder with a giggle, "Mommy'll scold you."

As calm and collected as he seemed on the outside, Donghyuck couldn't seem to get a grip on the state of his heart. His heart was busy racing as though this were his very first date with you and he was waiting for you, flowers in hand, to walk out of the front door of your house.

Though he did have flowers this time, perhaps the racing of his heart was different. Not out of nervousness this time, but sheer anticipation of the moment he would get to wrap his arms around you, press a kiss to your lips (forehead, cheek, wherever, honestly) and tell you he was so proud of you.

And perhaps you knew that, because when the doors opened it was as if you just knew where to find him. Your gaze zeroing in on your family that you absolutely adored.

Practically jogging over, your heels clacking loudly against the marbled floor as people whose loved ones had yet to come out looked on with smiles, you threw your arms around Donghyuck and Seul, the little girl erupting in giggles and relishing in the cold feeling of your clothes and skin, and the smell of you that was so familiar to her.

Donghyuck was the same, his arms freed as Seul's legs and arms kept her glued to him, letting him bring his hands up to your face to cup your cheeks, pressing all the kisses he could to your forehead, cheek, lips, littering the warmth of his affection on your skin.

The smile he received in return brought him more happiness than anything he could ask for.

"Done? Is it our turn yet?" Chenle cringed, though a satisfied smile replaced his expression when Donghyuck let go of you, freeing you to greet your friends.

"Not yet!" jumping down from Donghyuck's shoulders with a thud, Seul practically jumped into your embrace, snuggling her face into your clothes as her little hands gripped tightly onto your coat.

"These are from us," Jaehyun spoke up, a proud smile on his face as he pushed the bouquet of flowers towards you, taking the bouquet into your arms as you felt Donghyuck wordlessly pulling your tote bag from your shoulder, slipping it onto his instead.

Now, there were no protests of 'it's okay, I can carry it' or dismayed looks cast his way. Casting a simple smile of acknowledgement and thanks his way, you understood that this was Donghyuck's way of showing love.

"Anyway, I was asking just now but nobody seemed to have an answer," Chenle began, earning a curious look from you as Seul absently played with the little band on your ring finger, "Does this ceremony mean you're an actual lawyer now? Like you can actually practice now?"

You grinned, a wave of relief running through your veins at the sound of Chenle's words.

"Uh-huh," you grinned, not missing the way the sight of your smile was enough to put a smile on Donghyuck's face as well.

"Amazing. I have such smart friends," Chenle sighed, hand to his chest for the dramatics.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, though all of you were still smiling giddily, having waited for this moment for a while now.

"Let's take a picture!"

There was no other way to describe the sheer normalcy of the moment. It wasn't over-the-top happiness from finally feeling like your hard work paid off, neither was it overwhelming pride at your academic achievements. Instead, it was a strange softness that filled you, knowing that the people around you had become a base for you to rely on. Even though you'd heard many things about the justice system, how cold it could be, how taxing it could be, it was reassuring to know you would always receive warmth and love when you came home.

Donghyuck had made that clear in the time you'd spent since you'd gotten back together, that he wouldn't ask anything of you but for you to simply receive the love he had for you.

You were reminded of that again as you were walking along the quay after dinner with Donghyuck's arm wrapped around you, his hand tucked into your coat pocket as you walked.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?” he murmured, giving you a small squeeze, a foolish smile playing on his lips simply at the thought of how much you've achieved.

"As if you don't tell me enough," you rolled your eyes, though the smile on your face spoke for itself.

An exaggerated sigh of relief left him.

"Thank god, my smarty pants wife knows that much," he turned to press a kiss to your temple, a giddy feeling fluttering around you and enveloping you, as if trapping all the love he sent your way, keeping it safe in your heart.

"Thank you, by the way, for being with me through... you know, all of that."

All of that being the countless mental breakdowns, long nights spent studying and sleepless nights before moot courts rolling around restlessly in bed with Donghyuck's embrace and soothing words and presence serving as a reminder that you were capable.

Donghyuck simply turned to you, tilting his head with a soft smile directed your way.

"I've said it a thousand times, and i'll say it again. I know you're more than capable of doing all of that on your own, I never doubted that. But all the love you give into others, into your work, into me... it can drain you," he murmured, and you nodded along, knowing very well what he was about to say without him having to say it. You knew it came from a place of love, regardless.

"I'll continue to be someone you can receive from, for as long as humanly possible," he smiled, his tone gentle and reassuring yet no less firm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke his next words, “god knows my love for you can't run out."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, scoffing in spite of the feeling that overwhelmed you once again.

It came all at once, then took its time spreading through your body, soothing like little waves that lapped at the stone of the quay you walked on, quietly making itself known then soothing you the more it came.

“I know,” you were convicted surely, time had let you realise that much, “I love you.”

Donghyuck’s smile grew into a grin, his heart doing flips as if he were hearing you say it for the very first time. And honestly, that was what it felt like for you too. Each time you said it, it was a proclamation that felt new, filled with more love than before, all of which you desired for him to keep safe in his heart as well.

Here he was, your safe base that was always so giving, even as he stopped in his tracks and turned you to face him, leaning over to kiss you deeply enough that you started feeling like a giddy teen.

“You know, since now you’re not as busy studying… and our very sweet but extremely nosy child is very much occupied at Chenle’s house…” you gave him a knowing look, giddiness multiplying tenfold from the way he was looking at you, “I’d love for you to show me,” he teased, his hand moving under your coat to rub at the skin of your waist drowsily, his other hand moving your hair out of your face.

Trust him to go from a hundred to a completely different kind of hundred just in a matter of moments.

“Really? I thought you said you knew how much I love you?” Your tone was equally as teasing, earning a scoff from him and a sulky pout on his lips making itself known.

“Come on, you know what I mean,” he gave you a pointed look, earning an eye roll from you.

A lighthearted playfulness filled you, figuring you should milk it as much as you could.

“You know, speaking of Seul, we should probably be getting back soon—“

“Y/N.”

“Okay fine, let’s go. It’s gonna take us ages to get back to our car.”

Donghyuck grinned, hooking his arm around yours and practically dragging you as fast as he could. Perhaps a different kind of excitement was in the thumping of Donghyuck’s heart now, but it was no less real and no less special. For that and for the boy tugging on your arm and threatening to carry you to the car if you wouldn’t pick up your pace, you already had much more to be thankful for than you ever could imagine.

[bestintheparsec]

Falling

Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Summary: Frankie’s stuck in his head about you. This definitely works as a standalone but I wrote it as a sequel to A Little Bit of Sugar

A/N: So I tried something different when I wrote this one - it’s unlike anything else I’ve written, but I hope you like it and I hope this brings some warmth to start off your new year!

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: a disgusting amount of softness (I apologize), angst but not really?, one minor mention of blood/injury

~

Frankie matches his stride to yours as you walk down the gravel path back to your place. He tries to pay attention to something, anything, other than the nervous flickering of warmth in his chest—how you pull your coat tighter around yourself when a breeze hits, the sound of your boots clacking on the ground with each step, the colorful holiday lights nearby that cast a subtle glow on your hair.

It doesn't help.

He knows the directions well enough now—you’ve only been on a few dates but he’s walked you home every time. You look up at him and say something that makes him laugh, and he tries to let that feeling of ease course through him, willing it to last longer.

It doesn't.

He’s afraid he’ll blow it—the fact that he’s been on more than one date with you is already more than he expected. Hell, the fact that you'd even wanted to see him again beyond the coffee shop you'd met at was more than he expected.

Each time after your evenings together, the only thing he’s given and taken has been a quiet embrace, a question if you’d like to meet up again next week. And each time, you’ve said yes. But it hasn’t been anything other than that. Just an exchange of shy smiles, fleeting gazes, and maybe an awkward laugh as you wave and he walks off.

Frankie huffs quietly—chuckles at the irony of being beside himself with happiness while simultaneously being unable to act like a normal human being around you. He hasn’t felt this comfortable around anyone new in a long time. Even though it’s only been a few evenings he’s spent with you, he knows himself and the difference in the way he’s been falling asleep a little faster every night, the way he feels the rest of the world and its problems melt away on these few evenings, just for a while.

And that’s exactly why he doesn’t want to fuck this up. What if you don’t feel the same way—if you’re only hanging out with him as a friend? He shakes his head—that can’t be right. Because that brightness in your eyes when you look at him, how you smile and glance down at the ground when he tells you he enjoyed the night—he knows he mirrors it all. So he can’t be crazy. That’s what he keeps telling himself, anyways.

You break him out of the brief reverie, mentioning a place you think he’d like to go next time. Next time. He breaks out a grin—he really would like it. His hand sways as he walks, lightly brushing against the hem of the back of your jacket. He wants to take your hand, feel its warmth in his, bring it to his lips for the lightest of kisses. But he can't do it. Too soon, he tells himself.

After you’ve both passed the same familiar sights along the path, you finally make it to your house. You turn to face him, and Frankie feels that nervousness creep up on him again. You have that smile that makes him melt lingering on your lips, your hands shoved into your pockets as you look at him, an awkward silence falling between you as you shift your weight from one foot to another. Fuck, what is wrong with him?

He tells you again that he had a wonderful time, a genuine softness in his eyes and heat in his cheeks. He feels his heart about to pound out of his chest. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, telling him the same and how you look forward to seeing him again. Those damn butterflies again. They seem to give him a nudge, almost as impatient as he is. Something about the glowing street lights and joyful ambiance nudges him a little harder—practically whacks him upside the head to just do it.

And then…

He murmurs a curt good night, turning to head back the way he came, not looking at whatever expression falls over your face as he does.

Frankie makes it exactly three steps before pausing where he is. He bites the inside of his cheek, briefly closing his eyes before turning back around—you’ve already started turning toward the door.

“Wait,” Frankie says abruptly, his voice more gruff than he expects as he calls your name. You turn and meet his eyes again, looking at him questioningly as he walks quickly up to you, stopping when he's inches away, before he can change his mind.

His hand trembles as he moves it to gently cradle your face, your surprised but soft, half-lidded gaze threatening to knock the air out of him.

“Can I...kiss you?” he murmurs, and before he can even think about what he’s just asked, your lips are on his, his hands on your waist pulling you in closer as he kisses you; delicate, light kisses of his warm lips to yours, a contrast from the biting winter air that surrounds you both.

~

Frankie’s bringing in some firewood from the yard when he sees you pulling up in front of his house. He’s spent the last thirty minutes chopping up some extra wood to make his house more cozy for your date tonight. Really it's just takeout and a movie, but something feels...different about it. You’ve gone to various places for your dates, but never his actual home, not for long. It’s been a rainy, cold week, so Frankie suggested staying in tonight, which you more than happily agreed to.

The rain has lightened up a little bit, slightly dampening your clothes as you get out of the car and grab your things. Frankie feels his pulse start to quicken, ignoring the mist of cool rain on his skin. God, even in this weather, you’re breathtaking.

Truthfully, he’d been thrilled at the idea of having you spend a date night in his home. But he didn’t anticipate the way he was more nervous this morning than he ever had been with you before, and he didn't have a clue as to why. He’s spent the day trying to make sure everything was perfect—cleaning up, making sure he had the food planned, spending a little longer picking out his clothes earlier, everything. Is this plaid button-up too much? Too little? It’s been driving him crazy, and he doesn’t understand it. His home is his safe place—a happy place, if he has such a thing. He wants it to be that way for you, too.

For a split second he imagines you with him at home; not just tonight, but always. Coming home to each other. Staying warm under the covers at night, fresh cups of coffee in the morning. Just as quickly, the thought disappears. It isn’t right. You’re good; too good to him, for him. How can he ever live up to what you deserve?

The slam of your car door brings him back to reality.

Messing with the firewood tonight probably wasn’t the best idea. Your smile fades when you get closer to him, a concerned frown on your face as you ask what happened to him.

He’d had a little accident when cutting up the wood earlier, giving himself a gash on his cheek, which started to bleed. A lot. It probably looks worse than it actually is. Because tonight is the perfect night for you to not be able to do anything right, Francisco. He was going to clean it up after he got done before you got here, but it’d taken him longer than he’d expected to get everything finished.

He brushes it off, telling you it’s no big deal, just a scratch. Not worth a fuss. Which you don’t buy, at all. Of course. By now you’ve both been standing in the drizzling rain for long enough that your hair has been matted down on your head and your clothes are starting to get soaked through.

He quickly gestures for you to come inside, the warmth of his home immediately comforting against the frigid chill of the rain.

“Frankie, please let me help with that,” you tell him as soon as he shuts the door behind you.

“It’s fine, it’s nothing—” he starts, but you cut him off, telling him you don’t mind and that dinner can wait. Way to start off the evening right, he swears silently at himself as he goes to grab the kit. He pulls a towel off the shelf, too, then heads back out to you in the living room. Wrapping the towel around you first, he takes a seat beside you in front of the fireplace and hands you the kit.

You start picking through it for what you need, but he stops you for a moment. Taking the towel off your shoulders, he carefully wipes away at the beads of rain on your skin while you watch silently. He clenches his jaw, purposefully avoiding your gaze. Once he’s finished, you murmur a soft thank you and he nods once, letting you get back to what you were doing.

With a gentle hand, you start to clean up the cut. Your fingers trace along his skin as though he’s made of glass; maybe he is right now. But Frankie doesn’t even flinch—he can barely focus on anything except you. Those kind eyes, your pursed lips as you concentrate on the task at hand...There’s definitely something wrong with him, and it’s not the wound on his face.

Before he knows it, you’re done, tucking everything back into the kit. “There…” you whisper softly, trailing off as your eyes examine your work, your fingers still lingering on his cheek.

Clean hands on broken skin.

“Th—There,” Frankie repeats, barely audible. He sees that twinkle in your eyes again, like maybe you’re distracted by other things, too. He feels his chest constrict.

This isn’t the first time he’s felt like he’s been giving you the short end of the stick. He bites the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the floor. He’s done things; bad things. It’s not fair to keep this...relatively new relationship going, when in the end he has nothing else to give except himself.

But as much as he feels like he's stringing you along for nothing...everything just falls into place when he’s around you. And the way you make him feel, it's like he has everything worth holding onto. That has to mean something, right?

He clears his throat, his mind coming back to you. You watch him with patient eyes, slowly removing your hand from his face. He immediately misses your touch.

“I—” he blurts out, taking your hand in his, gripping it for a second before letting go. But you take it again, the lightest of smiles on your lips, and Frankie feels warmth rush into his face again.

Before he can ramble any further, he leans into you, taking your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours. It surprises you at first, but you move closer to him, too. The kisses start out slow, tender, but then deepen as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You reciprocate, running your fingers through his dampened hair as his lips move urgently, desperately against yours, like this can’t last forever. He doesn’t want to think about that. For now, he wants to get lost in you.

When you finally break away from each other, it’s too soon; it’s always too soon. Frankie’s breathless, resting his forehead on yours, his hand tracing along your cheek, down to your jaw and then resting along your neck.

He lets a few seconds pass, trying to gather himself before speaking up again. “I...was going to say...I hope you like what I picked up for dinner,” he whispers, shyness suddenly coming over him.

You chuckle at his attempted change of subject, crinkles under your eyes that make his heart soften even more. When you move your hand onto his chest, he hopes you can’t feel his heartbeat pounding.

“It’s—I’m sure it’s perfect, Frankie. Whatever you chose.” You smile at him, and it’s then that Frankie wonders just how long he’s been a goner.

~

Frankie makes his way up the path to your house, the same one he's taken countless times now.

You’d told him to let himself in once he got to your place, so he opens the door after a few knocks and calls out your name. You don’t answer but the lights are on, and he catches the subtle smell of something burning, followed by some shuffling noises coming from the kitchen. Dinner is at your house tonight, as you’ve both grown fond of staying in rather than being out and having to deal with the bustling crowds.

He takes off his hat and calls your name again, a bit of concern in his voice this time as he smooths down his hair. You finally respond with a rushed muttering of acknowledgment and he follows your voice to the kitchen. When he gets there, he finds you hunched over, muttering some profanities as you pull a tray out of the oven.

You set it down and tuck the stray strands of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. Frankie smiles, that same giddy grin he can’t seem to hold back whenever he sees you—but it drops a little when he takes in the expression on your face now. You look disheveled and exhausted, although you give him a half-hearted smile.

You and Frankie have been with each other on some of those longer days—the days where everything feels out of place. For many of those days you didn’t even know it was that kind of day for him. But it’s on those days that he’s found comfort, safety in you. Little things, big things; none of it matters when he’s with you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” he asks, moving closer to wrap his arms around you and place a soft kiss onto your head. When you pull away, you motion at the tray you’d just taken out.

You tell him you’d been baking pastries when you got home—his favorite kind—a surprise for when he got here. But it was a long day at work, and you were drained, so you’d decided to take a nap while everything was in the oven...and then proceeded to sleep through the timer.

“Everything’s ruined,” you tell him dejectedly, followed by a soft apology.

Frankie’s been so focused on the fact that you went out of your way to do something for him that he barely catches on to how upset you are.

“Hey—wait, no. Nothing’s ruined,” he reassures you, his voice instantly sweeter than sugar as he places his hands on your shoulders, then moves to cup your cheek.

Frankie thinks of the times you’d been together and things hadn’t gone according to plan—he’s not known for being the smoothest man alive, after all. Times where it was one mishap or another—but then he'd see that playful glint in your eyes, and you would make him laugh about it until his insides ached, and it would make him feel like nothing had gone awry at all.

“It’s just that...I wanted to do something special for you. It’s not much and it’s stupid, but—” you peer at him with those eyes that make him weak in the knees, and Frankie notices that same grounding warmth appearing in his chest again.

It's not the first time he's felt unbelievably lucky.

“Hey, it’s not stupid, silly,” he repeats, chuckling when you gesture dramatically at the burnt pastries on the table. “You didn’t need to do anything for me...you really made my favorites?” A gentle smile plays on his lips.

You laugh softly and nod, getting a grin from him in return.

He runs the pad of his thumb along your cheek, nonchalantly stating that you can make another batch and that he can help—you smile back, even though you both know he’s not much of a baker.

His eyes trace delicately over your features for the first time since he got here. He sees the patches of flour in your hair, on your clothes, and his eyes soften. He can’t believe you’re his —that he’s yours.

He thinks of how your nose crinkles when you smile after teasing him; how he’ll send you a text during the day when something makes him think of you, only to realize you’d never left his thoughts at all. The way the guys have been well-meaningly teasing him for acting differently lately. The way he hasn’t felt right lately—but not in a bad way—just different; like he was numb for a long time and now the novocaine has worn off.

And he realizes he’s fallen completely in love with you.

~

It was a rough night for Frankie. He’s been there before—nights where his mind is louder than the sharpest rings of thunder and he can’t get it to shut up, where all else around him seems hopeless, lost.

Dawn is just barely starting to peek through between the cracks in the curtains when Frankie opens his eyes, unsure of how long he was out for but knowing it couldn’t have been long. He closes them again, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he tries to avoid coming back to his senses.

But he does come back; back to the cool air on his exposed neck above the blanket, to the weight of himself sinking into the plush mattress. And he finds himself next to something warm—you. His eyes flutter open again, taking in the form of your silhouette in the dark as you lay next to him, fast asleep.

He’d called you. He didn’t want to—it was late, later than it usually hits him. But you picked up, and you seemed to know before he said a single word. He didn’t even tell you what was wrong at first, just muttered profuse apologies laced through broken whispers. He really didn’t hear much of what you said after that—but just hearing your voice was enough. It’s always enough, more than he ought to have. I’ll be there soon, you told him. You hung up before he could argue otherwise.

That’s how you ended up here, in his arms, though it started off with him in yours.

He can’t see much of you, but Frankie marvels at the way your quiet breaths steady his own heartbeat, how the fabric of your shirt falls delicately over the curve of your waist where his hand rests now.

He wraps his whole arm over you, gently pulling you flush against him as you unconsciously tuck yourself into the space below his neck. His mind is still heavy, but simultaneously he feels safe. Home.

He holds you like this for a while longer, savors the warmth of you against him, the silent peace that washes over him. He doesn’t know if he’ll fall asleep again but he tries, counting his exhales as his fingers trace along your back.

It’s not long before you stir a bit in his arms, rubbing your eyes as you recall where you are. You put a hand on his chest, then move it to hold his face as you whisper some sleepy words of love and reassurance. They’re words he’s said to you time and time again, as if they’re in limited supply. And you tell him just as often, but he’s always found it hard to let himself believe it.

You always seem to know exactly what he needs before he realizes it himself—even if it’s the darker hours of the night—and  you’re always ready to drop everything just for him...it’s everything he would do for you, although he’d do so much more if he possibly could.

Frankie knows now. It’s here in the dark, with you in the fragile space in his arms and the hollows of his heart that he knows—you love him just as much as he loves you.

Your groggy voice fills the silence. “I’ve always wondered ‘why not me’,” you murmur, still half-asleep.

He caresses your face with the back of his hand, a gentle smile as he asks what you’re talking about.

“Everyone around me...It seemed like everyone was finding their person. But never me,” you repeat, yawning as you blink your eyes open.

“But I know now...” you trail off, moving to rest your head on his chest. “I never found anyone else because I was supposed to meet you.”

You say it so casually, so calmly but it doesn’t hit Frankie with any less force. You’re too drowsy to think anything of it, but these words will carry him for a long time. Wherever he is, he’s never more at home than when he’s with you.

You don’t add anything else, simply draping your arm over him and moving in closer as you curl up and try to find sleep again. He’s unable to find the right words to respond, simply leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

Frankie reaches down and pulls the blanket over both of your shoulders, shutting his eyes once again and tries to join you in that state of slumber. It’ll be easier, he thinks. You’re here, and he’s home. And you fit perfectly in his arms—you always do.

~

“Okay, just keep them closed,” Frankie says with underlying excitement in his voice.  He’s standing behind you with his large hands over your eyes, and you’re unable to peek through them.

You laugh with confusion. “Seriously, what are you doing, Frankie?”

He doesn’t answer, just shushes you and carefully guides you forward, helping you sit down on the bar stool by the kitchen counter.

“Okay, okay. You good here?” He asks, resisting and chuckling when you try to pry his hands away.

“Yes, Francisco, now move your giant hands,” you demand playfully.

He releases his hands and you look around, still confused as your eyes fall on the countertop in front of you. “A...cup of coffee?”

He’s still standing behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “Not just a cup of coffee,” Frankie huffs with feigned offense. “Coffee from the shop we met at.”

You chuckle again, still perplexed, but he just puts his hands on your shoulder. “See if you can guess the drink,” he tells you, his tone entirely mischievous.

You raise your brows, but wrap your hands around the paper cup, letting it warm your hands and inhaling the familiar scent of your favorite shop. Finally taking a sip, you concentrate and try to pick out anything that might be different about it, but come up with nothing.

“This is my usual order…” you shake your head, taking another sip and trying to figure out what he’s being so sneaky about.

Still nothing.

You give up, setting the cup down and spinning around on the stool to face him. “Frankie, what—”

But he’s not right behind you—he’s on one knee on the floor. You let out a tiny gasp and swear your heart stops beating as your mind goes from confusion to realization to a complete flooding of surprised emotions. You slide off the stool and stand in front of him, trying not to burst into tears while failing to maintain your composure. Frankie has this timid but equally giddy grin on his face as he looks up at you, holding the black velvet box in his hand.

Frankie’s so distracted watching your reaction that he completely forgets that he needs to say something now, and his mind seems to finally register the apprehension in the rest of his body. The grin changes into a nervous smile as he inhales, then exhales.

“I—fuck,” he trails off, trying to gather his thoughts again as you chuckle with amusement. “I...you know you’re the world to me, and then some,” he starts, a tremor in his voice. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you, and I…You make me a better person—hell, you make me want to be a better person…” he continues to ramble as you move closer before dropping to the floor with him, throwing your arms around him.

“You’d make me the happiest man alive if...wait, I mean, I’m already the happiest man alive, but I would be even happier…” His supportive arms embrace you as he laughs, full of relief, and murmurs into your hair between your sobs. “...if you would do me the honor of being my wife.”

He’s so beside himself that he’d missed all the times you’d repeatedly said yes while in his arms, so you tell him again, his face in your hands, and he beams as you pull away to look at him.

Once he slips the dainty, understated ring onto your finger, you pull him back in, his lips meeting yours as he holds you like this is the only place he was ever meant to be—much like how you’d found each other in that quaint little coffee shop what seems like forever ago.

~

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[kylo-reid]

Long Day (NSFW)

characters: kylo ren x female reader

word count: 2,054

summary: after both you & kylo have a long day of work, you decide to relieve each other’s stress

warnings: 18+ SMUT BELOW THE DIVIDER, swearing, masturbation, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), slight daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, come eating, dirty talk, spanking, face grabbing/slapping, rough sex (if i missed anything let me know)

a/n: this was the first smut i ever wrote, so it’s a bit rough lol

you carry your data pad as you stomp down the halls of the finalizer, your boots clacking against the floor. today has been a stressful day for you. general hux has been up your ass for you to finish the reports on the battle at crait and have them on his desk. thoughts have been probing your mind though, as you are the new supreme leader’s significant other. you miss kylo, he’s been very busy, doing his new job, so it’s been a few days since you’ve seen him. all you want to do is unwind, relax and cuddle into his chest.

you soon find yourself at kylo’s quarters.you meant to just go to your own room, but your wandering mind lead you here. you hesitate to knock on the door, hand raised, as it slides open.

“(y/n)... i sensed you… i—“ he’s not wearing his mask, so you stand on your toes and kiss him. his hand travels to the small of your back as he kisses you back.

kylo pulls away to grab onto your jumpsuit and pull you into his room, closing the door with the force.

“i’ve missed you… so i thought i could finish my reports with you. i-i’m sorry i haven’t gotten them done, i’ve been very distracted.” you say, looking down at your boots, cheeks dashed with pink from the spontaneous act.

a smile tugs at his lips as he nods. “i’ve missed you too. and i’d love that. even just enjoying your company would be perfect.”

you nod and sit on his luxurious bed. it’s much better than your queen bed in your quarters. kylo gets under the sheets and watches you. you pull out papers stuck under the case of the data pad and cross your legs, putting the tablet in them.

kylo’s mind is racing, he’s staring at your back and ass. it’s been months since he last had his way with you. he’s been able to kiss you and talk to you, but sex has not occurred in so long, leading to lonely nights in the shower. he’s touched himself, imagining it being your hand instead of his own. he desperately wants to throw the data pad across the room, tear up the papers, rip off your jumpsuit, and pin you to the bed.

you type away on your data pad and take your hair out of its low bun, running your fingers through it and sighing. “the loses were great. my report is going to get me killed…”

kylo sits up and frowns, moving closer to you. “i’m the supreme leader now (y/n) and you aren’t going anywhere.”

kylo pushes your hair away from your neck and begins to kiss your neck. you bite your lip and grip the data pad tighter. “k-kylo…”

he smirks, knowing he has your sweet spot under his lips, he sucks on your neck, leaving a purple bruise. when he pulls away, he kisses it gently and lays back down in the bed. your face is bright red now, and you feel a heat in between your thighs.

he’s watching you carefully, as you try to calm your breathing. you’re almost done, just a little bit longer and he can have his way with you. just a little bit longer and he can relieve the wetness in between your legs.

“i can read your thoughts… you want me so bad.” he smirks.

you turn around and see the sheets pulled back with a shirtless and pantless supreme leader. you look down at his cock and lick your lips. how badly you want to suck him off, and make him cum all over your face.

“k-kylo…” you whisper, not being able to avert your eyes.

he touches his cock and begins to pump it, slowly, and he groans. his eyes have clouded over with lust as he looks at you. “see what you do to me? how much power you have over me?”

you nod quickly and keep watching him, but he stops. you breathe a sigh of relief and turn back around, allowing yourself to get back into the report. kylo comes up behind you again, and slides his hand in between your legs, rubbing your sex through your jumpsuit. you moan and tilt your head back, trying not to get distracted. he stops and smirks, watching you carefully. few more sentences and you’ve officially sent part of your report to the general.

since you had to get up anyways, you decide to tease kylo. climbing off the bed, you see his large member desperate to be touched and his eyes on you. you turn in front of him and kick off your boots.

then, you slowly unbutton your jumpsuit, making sure to take your time with every button. then, you pull it off your shoulders, slowly, and slide it off your body, extending your ass toward kylo. he quickly climbs out of the bed and pulls the outfit off of you, and slaps your ass. you yelp out of shock, but he knows how much you like it.

he presses his member against your ass, still covered by panties. you lean back into him and look up at his face. he smiles down at you as you reach your hand up to touch the scar that runs down his cheek.

“i sent out part of it. hux will get the written portion later.” you whisper.

kylo’s hand slides in between your thighs and pulls your panties aside, rubbing his cock against your folds. your body shakes but his body is strong so he holds you up.

kylo can’t take it anymore. he unhooks your bra and rips your panties off. he picks you up with the force and tosses you on the bed. he soon crawls up the bed, slowly, and when he reaches you, he passionately kisses you.

you moan into the kiss, tangling your hands in his raven locks. kylo wraps a hand around your throat while he kisses you.

“i know how rough you like it. so i’m gonna give it to you that way. you understand, slut?” kylo whispers against your lips.

“p-please supr-supreme leader. i need yo-you…” you manage to get out these words.

kylo smirks, and lets go of your throat. being called supreme leader or sir is something that gets him off. he kisses down your chest, pinching your hard nipples as he gets down to your mound. he looks up at you through his eyelashes and takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it.

you gasp in pleasure and put your hands in his hair, tugging at his wavy locks. he rotates between licking and sucking your sweet spot. he then inserts his index finger inside you, as he continues to lick your cunt.

you can’t even gather words to say, or make noise. you just let out short breaths and arch your back, trying to pull his finger inside you more. he then inserts his middle finger, curling the two inside you and thrusting them in and out. he detaches his mouth from you and licks his lips, looking at you.

your ass is lifted off the bed, sweat gleaming down your chest. an orgasm is building up, you can feel the pressure in your stomach. “cum for me baby. you’ve been a good girl.”

you squeeze your eyes tightly and scream out his name, as he thrusts his fingers into you faster, rubbing your clit with his other hand. “fuck! kylo!”

you release all over his fingers, and even all over the sheets. you pant heavily as kylo pulls out his fingers out of you. he smirks and takes his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices from them. your cheeks get red as you watch the supreme leader, being so vulnerable as to lick you from his fingers.

“i-i think it’s your turn sir…” you whisper

kylo smirks and grips your face with his spit soaked fingers, pinching the sides of your jaw. “you wanna please me huh? so desperate to make me cum you little slut?”

you stare into his eyes and nod quickly. kylo lets your face go and slaps your cheek, then flips you up, laying where you were. he grabs your hair and pulls you down to his cock where he forces your mouth around it. he uses his hand knotted in your hair to face fuck you. the sounds coming out of your mouth are obscene. gagging and moaning fill the cold air of kylo’s chambers. you’re certain anyone walking by would know exactly what was going on in this room.

kylo pulls your head up and you gasp for air. you could take almost all of him, but it took a lot out of you. precum is leaking from his pink tip and you’re desperate to see what he wants to do next.

“ride my cock princess. and go fast. i know you can keep cumming over and over again for me. that’s what my slut does right?” he says, voice sounding animalistic.

“yes sir. i do whatever you want me. i-i will cum again for you.” you say, voice hoarse from taking his cock down your throat.

you climb up to his member. everytime you look at it, you can’t believe you take that inside of you. you straddle his waist and he slaps your ass.

“you’re taking too long” he says through his teeth. “hurry up, my whore.”

with that, you lower yourself onto him. kylo grips your hips, pushing you down as far as you go. it’s been long since he stretched you out and your cunt is tight, squeezing his length with your walls. he uses his hands gripped on your waist to bounce you up and down a few times, your breasts bouncing and eyes hooded, but he doesn’t want you riding him tonight like he thought. he wants to push into you at the deepest angle. he wants your legs spread and in the air, while he forces himself in the deepest parts of your pussy, basically reaching your cervix.

kylo flips the two of you once more, not even leaving the wetness of your sex. you wrap your legs around his hips and he thrusts into you at an accelerated pace. his head tilts back at the pleasure, your walls not letting him go.

you on the other hand, just had another orgasm, screaming out in pleasure as kylo seems to go faster than he already was. “oh stars!! kylo please fuck me! give me more!” you yell.

“(y/n), you feel so good. so tight for me. open your eyes baby” kylo moans, hair clinging to his face and neck.

you open your eyes and look into his, he smiles sweetly and at you continues to pound your cunt. he then leans down and passionately kisses you. you kiss back and bite his lip. he moans and parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue in his mouth. you can taste yourself lingering on his tongue. you can feel your orgasm coming closer and closer as kylo’s lips part from yours. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your shoulder and moaning against it.

“stars kylo! i’m so close!” you exclaim, moaning loudly.

“me too! fuck!” he yells as you drag your nails down his back.

you continue to squeeze around him and with that, he can’t hold on any longer. he finishes inside you, releasing all inside you. you moan as you feel him fill you up and you release all around him, not wanting his cock to leave you.

the two of you lie there for a moment, panting and staring at each other. kylo laughs lightly as do you, and he slowly pulls out of you, watching his cum leak out of your cunt. you stick your fingers inside yourself, scooping up his cum and taking it into your mouth, swallowing it.

“you’re so beautiful…” he whispers as he lays down next to you.

blush coats your cheeks as he pulls the covers up around the two of you.

“and you took me so well. you’re so amazing (y/n)” he pulls you into his chest and you smile to yourself, knowing you’re the luckiest girl in the galaxy.