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what if Jinx had an affectionate girlfriend? I want to assume Jinx is touch starved so having a girlfriend that loves cuddles and holding hands is a dream come true
*:シďžâ§ jinx with an affectionate girlfriend
jinx x fem!reader | sfw
i love her so much :(
it would take her a bit of time to get used to this dynamic.
her entire life, sheâs never put much thought into relationships, nonetheless ever believed sheâd end up in one, and sheâs so happy she did!
especially with someone who seems to love her so deeply, despite how chaotic and difficult she can be at times.
the first few times you guys go out together, youâre always touching her, and she picks up on that quickly. youâre either holding her hand, fidgeting with her fingers, placing your arm around her waist, or playing with the loose strands of navy blue hair that frame her face.
she has no complaints. it makes her feel⌠warm. safe. appreciated.
but she doesnât really think of reciprocating this until a small altercation between the two of you.
one day, youâre sitting on the edge of her workbench, listening intently as she shows you the scribbled blueprint of a new invention sheâs working on. you canât remember the name and you have no idea what any of it means, but youâre nodding like you understand so that sheâll keep talking.
âalright, whatâs the problem? is it something i said?â she asks you suddenly.
you tilt your head. âwhat?â
âdonât play dumb! you havenât touched me at all today!â she grumbles. âyouâre always touching me. i mean, did i do something wrong? orââ
âjinx.â you cut her off firmly. âstop that. you didnât do anything wrong.â
she looks stumped. so, you continue. âi donât know. itâs just⌠you never do it to *me,* you know? itâs always me, touching you. i thought, maybe, you didnât really like it. something tells me thatâs not the case.â
your explanation is met with silence, and she stares at you like sheâs seen a ghost.
she canât believe you feel that way. this whole relationship thing is new to her! she had no idea her own self doubt could end up hurting you the way it did.
her first instinct is to apologize. to reassure you that, going forward, sheâd be sure to give you as much as you give her, because she really does love the affection.
in no time, sheâs just as cuddly as you!
each night that the two of you spend together is spent wrapped up in each other. legs crossed over legs, arms tangled with arms, faces pressed to chests with a constantly growing need to be closer to each other.
i saw somebody else post something about this, but sheâd definitely be the type to say something like âi wish i could crawl inside youâ. she truly canât get close enough once she learns how good it feels.
and one of many good effects of this is that when sheâs having a particularly bad day, you can calm her down in an instant.
if it happens to be one of many days where sheâs hearing voices, seeing things that you canât see, berating people who arenât really there, all you need to do is put a hand on her shoulder to make her aware of your presence. itâs grounding enough that you can pull her into a tight hug and stroke her hair as she cries into your shoulder.
if itâs one of those days that sheâs just angry, where she feels like everything is horrible and everyone else is rotten, you can change her mind in less than an hour by simply leading her to bed and convincing her to lay down for a bit while you undo her braids and scratch at her scalp.
when you play with her hair, it makes her melt, so youâre careful to preserve that effectâ you only do it when you feel like she could really use it.
and as for you, if she finds out youâre having a bad day, jinx has learned from the best and she puts her knowledge to good use.
if youâre alone, sheâll pull you into her lap and caress your back, guiding you to rest your head in the crook of her neck because she knows how much you love to be there. if you want to talk about it, sheâll listen. if you donât, sheâll pick a random topic to ramble about in hopes to take your mind off of things.
if youâre in public, sheâll grab your hand and squeeze it, stroking your palm with her thumb.
unless itâs somebody in particular thatâs bothering you. she has no second thoughts about leaving you for a few minutes to go teach them a lesson. either way, the problem gets solved.
given how long sheâs gone without any sort of physical affection, itâll all be very new to her for a while, but jinx is a quick leaner.
sooner than later, your relationship starts to feel more like a constant competition over whoâs more touchy and who can get the last kiss.
itâs so mushy! she hates it.
(she loves it).
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winter dreams
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
eddie really wants to give you a baby for christmas
cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. reader and eddie are actively trying to get pregnant, unprotected piv, creampie
The fire crackles in the fireplace beside you, orange embers licking at the logs below them. The carpet is plush beneath your bare back, skin pleasantly warm from the flames.
Thereâs a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, its pretty colored lights partnering with the fire to cast the prettiest glow across the space. A Bing Crosby holiday album plays from the record player, volume turned low, making him sound far away; dreamlike.
Your eyes wander momentarily to the window, and you can see the snow falling down in slow, fluffy flakes. Itâs like youâre inside of a snow globe, and someone just shook it upside down. You smile warmly, letting this moment wrap you up in its joy.
Eddie rocks slowly into you, hands braced on the floor beside your head. Every move he makes is entirely intentional, filling you completely full of him with each thrust. Despite his loving pace, it still knocks the breath out of you, feeling him all over you; everywhere.
You let out a satisfied hum, to which he grunts softly in response. His wide, beautiful brown eyes look down at you, twinkling with the reflection of the lights. Long lashes flutter before his eyelids close, face leaning into yours to press a kiss to your mouth, open in a sigh of his name.
"Fuck, baby," he groans. "Feel like fucking heaven." His voice is deep and husky, and it seems to wrap around you, enveloping you in the affection that pours from him.
You don't really respond, aside from another moan. He's turning you to mush, slowing down your brain, rendering you incapable of forming a sentence. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, nails digging in to his soft skin.
"Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the way your eyes roll back as he delivers another deep thrust.
Typically, that question would come out a little cocky; smug. He'd be pounding you senseless, knowing damn well he's making you feel so good and also that you're in no state to respond to him. But right now, there's nothing but pure adoration behind his ask. This is love-making in its purest form, slow and steady and passionate, hands caressing tenderly and lips moving languid across searing skin.
"Yes," you gasp. "So good, baby," your brain manages to string the words together, leaving you breathily.
A pleased noise erupts from deep in his throat, and his mouth dips down to kiss the side of your face, trailing purposefully down to your neck.
"God, I love you," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, strands of his unruly curls tickling your neck.
It drags another high-pitched sound from you, and that's all the response he needs.
"Gonna get you pregnant, holy shit," he pants, statement enunciated by the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.
And that was always the plan, but hearing him say it now, in the heat of the moment, has your walls clenching around him, your brain fuzzy with desire.
"That what you want, baby? Hm? Want me to give you a baby for Christmas?"
You whimper, back arching til your tits are pressed against his chest, eyes screwing shut.
âNeed you to use your words, honey,â he coaxes, letting his mouth dip to your cleavage, pressing a kiss featherlight to the skin.
âYes, Eddie,â you burn. âThatâs what I want.â
Itâs something youâd both been talking about for a while. A baby. Youâd been less and less cautious during sex lately, rolling with the mindset of, âif it happens, it happensâ. But this, tonightâ this feels more intentional, more promising.
His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, hips unwavering in their steady rocking.
âGood, baby. âM gonna give it to you,â he rasps, bringing his mouth back up, bottom lip dragging hot up the column of your throat until he catches your own mouth.
His tongue slots between your lips, moving slow with yours, sending a shiver straight through you. The rough pad of his thumb carefully finds your clit, snagging on it, rubbing in soft circles. A moan catches in your throat, coming out strangled, head tipping back against the soft carpeting.
âOh, fuck,â you whine, feeling that familiar swell of tension in the pit of your stomach.
âCâmon, baby. You gonna cum for me?â
âYes. Yes, yes, yes,â you chant, letting him play your body like an instrument, getting such pretty sounds out of you; working you up to your crescendo.
The weight of him on top of you is grounding, comforting as he sends you tipping over your edge. A few more swirls of his finger around your bud timed perfectly with his deep thrusts has you unraveling entirely. You moan unashamedly, hands desperately pulling him secure against your chest as your body shakes.
âFuck, sweetheart,â he pants, his voice wrecked. âIâm gonna cum, gonna cum inside youââ
And just like that, you can feel his cock twitching and his hips stilling, your insides coated with his release. He curses and groans, the noises dizzying, music to your ears. Two chests heave in unison, rising and falling, rising and falling as you both catch your breath. He doesn't pull out, in fact you think he might even push himself deeper, like he's really trying to make his seed stick.
He kisses you like it's his last moment on earth, like he's trying to breathe life into you and steal the life from you all at once. Bodies still entwined, still connected.
When he pulls away, everything feels still. The record player croons, dreams of white Christmases floating through the air. The look in Eddie's eyes says everything, no need for words.
If this were a dream, you'd never want to wake up. You're pretty certain it's real, though.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction
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holy shit waitâŚyour 32???
IâŚim gonna cry
I didnât know we can live this longâŚ
not just trans mass butâŚ
alterhumanâŚand plurals..andâŚ
I canâtâŚ
so happy
gonna cryâŚâŚ..
yes i am! i was born in 1992 :)
that's exactly why i have my age in my bio- i've wanted to show people that you don't "outgrow" fundamental parts of your identity. it's natural to adopt and shed identities as we age, but i've been out as genderqueer since 19! nothing has changed, i'm still the same genderqueer person i was all those years ago!
and if anything- life has gotten better in my 30s. as a word of advice to most people out there: your teen years and your twenties FUCKING SUCK!!!!!!!! they tell you those are the "best years of your life" but they're NOT- you're growing into a world that is terrifying and doesn't understand you. you're scared. your brain and body are still developing and you're constantly facing new challenges. those are honestly i think the HARDEST years of your life, hands down
when i was a teenager, i would think to myself "phht there's literally no way i'm making it past 25 lmao" and figure that life ends after 25. well, that day came where i turned 25... and nothing changed.
and then i turned 30. still, nothing changed
now i'm 32 and... nothing has changed. maturation happens with age, yes, but it doesn't mean that you're suddenly a completely different person. people have such a shitty view on 30 year olds, like it's somehow "embarrassing" to be above the age of 25 years old. people in their 30s are constantly picked on, we're constantly told to "act our age" when... we are. i'm happier than ever realizing that I made it to my 30s, still trans, still nonhuman, still plural
i've been in treatment for DID since 2017, and while i've healed a lot, i have not integrated with my alters, and i never will. i don't want to. this is how my brain functions. the dissociation can be a nightmare for me, but my brain needs different people inside of it in order to be able to function properly. we tried to force ourselves to live as a singlet for 3 years and what ended up happening was that host at that time cracked from being under the constant pressure and still has never returned. the amount of stress it placed on us to try to live as a singlet was not worth it. at all
there hasn't been a singular moment in my adult life where i stopped being nonhuman, either. that was something that i never even tried to force myself out of. i never viewed it as weird or something that i should "outgrow"- i told my own mother that i did not identify as human as a child and that never left me. even now, i still wear dog collars, ears, tails, and take nature walks and do things to make myself feel more like my nonhuman selves. i'm still a furry, too!
i might not be a queer "elder" yet, but i'm happy as can be to be able to be an older queer person who can use their experience to help younger folks. thanks for sending this message! trust me, there really is a life after your 20s. your teens and 20s suck massively. but after i passed 30 i became more down to earth about my age. it's not a bad thing to live past 20- in fact, it's a badge of honor. i made it. i'm still breathing, i'm still here, still queer, despite all attempts to prevent me from still being here.
i'm going to continue be here for a long, long time, and you can be here with me, too.
take care of yourself! thanks for stopping by!
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Sometimes my mind feels like this.
I can feel when a storm is about to come and even though itâs scary, it almost feels magical
My heads a mess, I know that
I know that I will forever have that part in me that hurts and cries
Thatâs in search for a love of a man that never loved me. That never showed me what it was like to be loved right.
He did his part to make sure I was alive but never the part to make sure that I lived.
My heads a mess, I know
But if you listen closely you would hear the way I feel about this world
How Iâm amazed of the beautiful colors of fall in the trees and how I wish I could sleep on a cloud
You would be able to see thru my eyes the beauty of the people
The way my mom has freckles and her wrinkles makes her so much more beautiful
The way my nephews smiles even with imperfect teeth making my heart hurt of love
If you could see and feel
If you could just stay, just after the storm
You would find me, once the fog died out
A younger me
8 years old longing for a love I canât find in my house
For a mom who canât stop working and a dad who just doesnât give a shit
He use to
I donât know what happened but something in him stop trying, it turned off like a switch and he forgot to be a father
But I remember
The only time he ever made us breakfast
A bag of grapes and we went to the store and bought a nesquick milk
The way he used to kiss my mom and hold her hand
The time she would dance with us and how when he was drunk we would find the old him again
The one that cared.
How he use to sing to me and tell me he loved me
He would try to hug me and quiet frankly time passed by and I didnât want the drunk him, I took the old him for granted
I took it all for granted
My head is a complete mess, I know
But I canât help and think of the amazing things there is to see out in this world
Of where I could be if I just left what I could see
When the storm rolled over into my head and it gets cloudy
When the grass is swaying and the trees are dancing
When the clouds are dark yet beautiful
Youâll see what itâs like to be in my head
On the head of a women who just wants to live
To be more like her sister
To not care as much
But is that really what I want
Im telling you I know, my Mind is a mess
In most cases I canât even keep my thoughts straight and all I know is that everything hurts and everything is felt Deeply here
When the storm is over and the sun comes out Iâm at the beach
Listening to the waves and playing in the sand
Waiting for the next storm, to mess with my crazy head.
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⌠make it worse. | b.e
warnings: smut, oral, strap usage, hair pulling, tit sucking (all !r receiving), degrading, spanking, brat !reader, brat tamer !billie, mentions of safe word (not used), jealosy, billie being sweet at the end.
summary: how you should react to that? some random girl calling your girlfriend âmommyâ right in front of you, after weeks that billie hadnât fucked you properly⌠well, maybe you ill had to tease her until you get what you want.
âbaby please, i have to get ready to enter the stage in a few minutes.â billie said as you two were cuddling on the dressing room couch. your legs crossed on both sides of her waist, holding her sides tightly. âim gonna miss you so much.â you said with your usual whiny dramatic tone, making a pout face.
âis just one show⌠you will be watching it in your usual vip spot tho, ur already being privileged, my girl.â she says giggling and kissing your forehead softly. her fingers go up to your head, caressing your hair gently. the âmy girlâ never failed in getting you flushed. âlet me be selfish, bills.â you said with a pout face again, she just smiled gently at you. billie loved the way you wanted to be glued with her 24/7. she gave you multiple fast kisses, getting up and entering the box she was transported in.
the show was starting now, you could hear all the fans screaming and shouting at billie while she sang. her voice was almost angelic, she sang all those lines with all her heart. billie couldnât stop herself of looking at you, no, she looked at the crowd, but at you? she boldly stared. those lines at her song âlunchâ⌠she was almost singing them just for you. at many moments you cried, hearing her soft voice sing the most beautiful lines in the world.
but one in specific was your favorite, when the party is over. and it was a big moment in her show too, you felt so proud remembering that you gave her the idea of synching the vocals, she didnât thought it was going to work because of the silence but it did. and it was fucking beautiful everytime. when she was preparing herself, she started her usual speech.
âguys.. i need you to be quiet right now.â she said and shortly after you could hear a girl screaming from the crowd, and it just made your blood boil. âyes mommy!â the girl said, clearly kidding, but after that billie started giggling. she was fuckinâ laughing at that, in front of you? it wasnât a big deal, but, your blood just boiled, knowing that other girl called her that, and she fucking thought it was funny.
you would usually think it is funny too, but after she dragged you into a tour and almost refusing to fuck you, you were almost insane. billie didnât want to take a night off to pay an hotel to be alone with you just because all of you were going to give the first tour break in like, 3 days. you were trying really hard to fight the urge of fucking her every single night, but this? this was too fucking much. as soon as the show ended, she leaded you towards the backstage.
âhi my angelâ she said gently, holding your waist and walking with you by her side towards the dressing room. âhi billie.â you answered in an raspy tone. giving a clear hint that something wasnât okay. âwhat happened?â she says closing the door behind her, looking at you with true concern. âyou tell me, laughing at those fucking stupid things.â you didnât look directly at her eyes, crossing your arms, you were acting childish, but you couldnât help it.
âits because of that? seriously?â she said in misbelief, giggling getting closer to you, holding your waist. you still refused to stare at her, those goddam eyes, the smirk you could feel on her face, it was all to much. you took her hands out of you, going towards the other side of the room. sitting on the couch and going through your socialmedia, completely ignoring her.
âignoring me huh?â she said standing in front of you, grabbing the phone from your hand and lowering herself to make you stare at her. her hair was messy and down now, but her black liner was still perfect. billieâs eyes just drowned you into them, it was some sort of magical power. âjs showing you what you shouldâve done with that girl.â you said raspy, staring at her with a nonchalant face, trying to hide how bad you wanted to make her take you right there.
âstop beinâ a fucking brat, you know damn well it was a joke.â she said with a serious tone, but you knew her. she wasnât being serious, she wanted you to misbehave. just with that phrase you knew, she was going to fuck you tonight. âmaybe i wouldnât be if you just fucked me like you usually did, now im here, having to watch other girl call you âmommyâ while the âmommyâ here is just an lazy bitch.â you said trying so hard to not smirk, it was kind of your game⌠you would push her to her limits, until she was fucking you brainless.
âyouâre such a slut, are you even hearing yourself right now? you canât stand not being fucked by a week? maybe i will gift you a fucking vibrator if you need to cum that bad all the time.â she said mockingly, smirking at each word. âmaybe i wouldnât need a vibrator if my girlfriend wasnât so incompetent, why im even dating you if you canât make me cum properly?â you said getting up, staring at billie, getting closer trying to intimidate her. as she just grabbed your arms tightly. âi canât make you cum? you are really sayinâ that?â she says with an smirk, you knew that you reached it, you made her mad enough.
billieâs hands were now grabbing your hair, not in a gentle way. she forced you to sit on the couch as she refused to kiss you. âgonna show u what i can do, slut.â she said almost ripping your tank top off, now staring at your exposed tits. âno bra?â she said sliding a hand underneath your skirt, and realizing that you were not wearing nothing underneath. âno underwear? desperate slut almost begging to be fucked.â she said in a low teasing voice. âstop being a fucking bitch and do it.â you said smirking and looking at her eyes, the next thing you felt was a harsh slap across your face, as billie grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to her.
âfuckinâ behave, this is not going to end well to you, so you might as well donât make it worse. keep this up and ill edge you all night, not letting you cum even a single fuckinâ time. understood?â she says with a even lower voice. staring deep at your eyes, you knew she was serious, because she already did that. and it was fucking hell on earth. she slapped you like thirty times just because you touched your clit. âyes..â you said giving in, in a more fearful tone.
âalready tamed? weak slut, canât stand the thought of not cumming huh?â she said mocking you, smirking as she layed down, giving her lap gentle pats. you understand the signs and go to sit on it, straddling her sides. billieâs hands quickly find their way to your skirt, lifting it up to exposed your bare ass. you try to kiss her, but she puts you away. âif you act like a slut, you get treated like one.â she says grabbing your ass tightly, feeling your soaked cunt starting to grind on her crotch. âfuckinâ stop that, sit on my face, now.â she demanded you, as you started going up. finally fitting the lower half of her face in the middle of your thighs.
âyouâre dripping baby.â she said before entering your needy hole with her tongue, and after that, making her way to suck on your clit. you could feel every way she flicked her tongue on your sensitive spot. you covered your mouth with your own hands, trying not to scream in pleasure right now. it was not a fucking hotel, it was an dressing room, and you knew that all her team was on the room beside this one.
âtaste sâ good, mamas.â she was fucking devouring you, like she was a starving beast. you could feel your hips grinding billieâs face as you were almost cumming. she could feel your insides tightening around her tongue, and then, she stopped. âdo u really think im goinâ to let u cum this easy? after all you did?â she smirked giggling as she took your hips off her face, getting up of the couch and grabbing her bag.
that fucking bag.
billie took two straps out of the bed, one black and one red, you were used to the red one⌠but the black? that one was new. your eyes widened as you saw the size of it, it was fucking huge. âwhat do u wanna take first? huh? the black is 9 inches and the red is 7,5.â you were so fucking screwed, you were sure it wasnât going to fit inside of you. â9 inches??? bills⌠i canât take that.â you said with genuine concern.
she opened an gentle smile. âbut you will.â her smile started to turn into a smirk. âill get you prepared to it, and if it really is too much, you know what do to.â she said refearing to your safe word. you knew she wasnât ever gonna do something to hurt you, so you trusted her. now she was unbuckling her belt and placing the red strap on her, getting closer to you again. âface down, ass up.â you obeyed her without questions, getting on the position she demanded you to.
"such a good girl." she says placing the faux cock on your folds, teasing you. you kept quiet, whimpering as you were being teased... it turned billie on, but she wanted to hear you. she harshly slapped your ass cheek. "are you behaving because you´re a good girl or a needy slut who got tired of acting up, huh?" she says chuckling, and grabbing a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head back. "don´t get cocky, you know i had to act up. or else you would keep me here insatisfait... then maybe i could write a song just like "over now".." you said giggling, mocking her, she kept quiet, but you still decided to hum the lyrics of her song.
"It's not that complicated"
"I wasn't satiated"
"You weren't that bad, just lazy"
you were so focused on humming the lyrics that you couldn´t realize that she was placing her cock right on entrance with the hand she had free. billie slammed her whole cock into you, making you unable to continue teasing her. she was rough, but she didn´t want to hurt you. after slamming her faux dick on your insides, she kept it there for long seconds, making you get used to it. after that, her pace was brutal. you could tell that she just kept quiet in that moment for you to burn yourself even more, and give her an excuse to be even rougher with you.
"never gonna tease m' like this again, mama." she almost growled as one of her hands holded on your waist as the other slapped your ass in a way that you knew that you´d be all sore. you tried your best to keep quiet, failing miserably. in a stupid attempt you shoved your head into the couch cushion, trying to muffle your moans that were coming out as almost screams of pleasure. "im gonna teach u a fuckin' lesson, cock addicted slut." you just whined, your whimperings being muffled by the cushion. "such a fucking whore, only able to behave with my cock filling you up, huh?" she mocked you, but you were unable to even form a sentence.
billie could feel your insides tightening around her, and then, she pulled it out, not letting you cum. you whined, with your legs trembling. "do you think you deserve to cum that easy huh? pathetic slut." she says as you turn yourself to lay on the couch and stare at her. she walks towards the bag again, taking the 9 inch strap from there and handing it to you. "you want to cum with wich one angel? do you think you can handle that one?" she spoke softly, with genuine concern not wanting to take it too far. "yes... i think i can bills, jus' let me be on top.. okay?" you said looking up at her with your usual sweet eyes. "whatever you want, angel." she said giggling "seems like i fucked the bratiness out of u so easily, huh?" she chuckles, taking the dildo from your hands and strapping it onto her crotch.
billie sat on the other side of the couch, because you made a mess on the other one. "come here angel." she pat her lap, as you crawled towards her, now straddling her sides. she holded you by the waist, pushing your sore body towards her. she gently caressed your cheek, pulling you into a slow and soft kiss, that just turned you on even more. you broke the kiss after she started to play with your neglegted clit, not being able to be quiet anymore. her skilled finger just played with it slowly, it felt like a torture. her half lided eyes just staring at you with a smirk on her face. she stopped, not wanting you to cum just yet... she took her strap and took your hips up, placing it on your entrance and staring at you, with both of her hands.
"whenever you´re ready, angel." she said as you took a deep breath and started to lower yourself in her cock. "so good baby, you´re doing such a good job." you managed to get half of it inside of you, taking another deep breath. "if you want to stop, just say the word, okay?" she says remembering you "i-im okay.." you say with your shaky voice, lowering yourself slowly until your cunt hits the base of it. "such a good girl, taking all of me." she says kissing your neck, and then going down to your exposed tits, sucking on it briefly as you are getting used to the size. "can i see where im at?" she asked and you nodded, allowing her. one of her hands started press a few places on your belly, until she saw the bump that were on your tummy, smiling knowing she was that deep inside of you.
you started moving yourself, riding her, it was slow. she helped you with your moviments, holding your hips and guiding you. "doing so good for me baby, so good." at this point, you were already in a fast pace, riding her cock as you got used to the size, it hit your g spot just right. your moans were increasing, so you took your hand to cover your mouth. she was staring at you, admiring how pretty you were while fucking yourself on her cock, how pretty you sounded being filled with her. "wanna hear you, mamas... don´t worry about them, you can fuckin' scream if u want to." she says grabbing your arm and putting it down, you soon took both of your hands to the sides of the couch, leaning on it to help you move, you were so fucking loud.
the room was filled with sounds, the sound of billie´s cock being shoved into your drooling cunt, of her sucking your tits, or even the wet sound of her playing with your clit... but it was clear that the loudest one was of you moaning, whining, screaming while being filled by her. "you´re so gorgeous fuckin' yourself on my cock, such a angel." your walls tightened around her faux dick as your moviments slowed down due to your now tired hips.. "i-im so close, can you help me.. bills?" you say staring at her with your tired eyes "don´t even need to ask me twice." she grabbed your hips, pulling you up, as she started to pound you in that position. she wasn´t gentle, but she didn´t hurt you. "gonna cum huh? gonna let you cum now, such a good slut." she mocked you, trying to get back to her dominant self. her pace was fast, hitting your g spot over and over again.
but she ended you in the moment that she stopped holding your hips with one hand and started to play with you clit again. in that moment you could feel your orgasm hitting you in one way you never experienced before. your whole body was trembling, as you were almost unable to moan. her pace slowed down, letting you ride through your orgasm in a way that you felt like you were on heaven. "can i pull it out already, babe?" she asked you, bringing you back to earth after pulling you onto the edge of pleasure. you nodded, as she gently took it out of you. holding on your waist gently while she pushed you closer to kiss her.
billie kissed you slowly, letting yourself rest after all she put you throught. "you know that you´re the only one, right my love?" asked you.. "i know." you answered it in a lazy tone. she quickly took her phone, texting someone. "what is it?" you ask "gonna take you to a good hotel tonight okay? gotta take care of you now, prepare yourself, gonna to spoil you all night baby.." she said in a soft tone "really huh?" you said giggling with a wicked smirk "gosh not in that way... you´re so naughty sometimes... can´t be a good girl even after i had railed you?" she says slapping your exposed ass again. "so no naughty spoil?" you said in a playfull sad tone.
"only if you can take it, my love."
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âŽâË Angst to fluff
âŽâË Warnings: A bit of cursing, scenes where the reader gets hurt but that's all
Aaaand I'm back with LADS content!! I missed writing sm but I mostly missed you guys ⥠I hope you're all healthy and happy! Hope you'll enjoy this one ^3^
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"Seriously Rafayel I'm telling you how I feel about this and you look like you don't even care!" You yelled.
"But I do! I really do Y/N, but maybe your insecurities are still clouding your mind, even after all this time of being together and showing you how much I love you" He walked towards the door and you felt a lump in your throat.
"Rafayel, why you always walk away whenever there's an issue between us? Weren't you theone saying that no matter what we're getting through everything together?"
"Say whatever you want but I'm done with this fight" Rafayel said and walked out of your house. You and Rafayel had a fight about something silly but for you it was something you couldn't just ignore. You tried to do some chores just so you can keep yourself distracted by what happened earlier, but your tears couldn't stop falling. You hated it. You hated fighting with Rafayel cause you knew he would never hurt purposely or do something that would bother without taking into consideration your feelings, but it was still hurtful when stupid things like these occurred.
Since you couldn't do anything else inside your house so you can get your mind off of the fight, you decided to take a walk and maybe buy some groceries. When you finished shopping, it was dark and you realized how stupid it was to go out alone and without your car. You took a deep breath and started walking back home as fast as you could.
But as you continued the way to your home, you heard weird noises coming from a scary, dark alley ar your right. Your pace increased, wanting to go back to your house and hoping that you'd find Rafayel there too. But something appeared behind you and without taking any step further, you fell down on the concrete because of the hard push it gave you. And when you realized it was a wanderer, you tried to stand up and run but the power it was using on you made you very weak.
"YOU DAMN FREAK! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" You couldn't really process anything but one thing you recognized was Rafayels voice. You closed your eyes wanting to relax a little and ease the pain somehow, but strong arms carried your body softly and hugged you in their embrace.
"Rafayel..."
"It's okay sweet girl I got you. I got you baby" He said breathlessly, feeling like he was going to break any moment now. He can't believe he just left from your home and then found you in this condition. Once you arrived at your house, Rafayel did everything to take good care of you. He made sure to clean your injuries, eat and then shower you with love, like he has been doing since you two started dating.
"Oh my baby. My girl" He muttered against your temple, placing a loving kiss there. After everything, you were both lying on your bed, as you enjoyed each other's company.
"I'm so sorry sweet girl I-" Rafayel felt his eyes watering. "Can't believe I almost you from my stupidity" His hug tightened and you found yourself snuggling in his warmth.
"I'm ok my love, I promise" Your hand was playing with his beautiful purple hair softly and you kissed his lips.
"Please say it again" He whispered as he stared at you longingly.
"My love"
"Oh how I love it when you call me that" He leaned his forehead on yours and stayed like this for a bit. "I love you" he kissed your lips "so so fucking much. I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier. You are my baby and you are perfect." this time the kiss was more passionate. A kiss that held love and strong affection. A kiss that meant more than any word that could ever be said at the moment.
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You were laying on the couch, reading a book so you can can escape from any negative thoughts but it was so hard to focus. You and Xavier fought again. It was a very exhausting week for both of you and all the tension made you feel suffocated, filled with many negative emotions, that you eventually took it all out on each other. You both understood the danger of your job and how hard things could be, but there were times you did not have the patience to deal with them calmly.
You turned your head around and looked at the now closed bedroom door. Xavier was in your room and you wanted nothing more than just give up with torturing silent treatment and hug each other. But even though you knew he was a bit too selfish to make the first move, you didn't want to back down either.
You angrily stood up from your position on the couch and went inside the kitchen so you can cook something. The fight and the way things have been lately, made you lost your appetite easily and you can't remember when was the last time you had a proper meal full of nourishment. So, as you stood on your tippy toes to grab a ball from the higher shelf, you felt a bit lightheaded and suddenly found your body hitting the hard, cold floor of the kitchen.
Rushing movements could be heard from inside your room and when rhe door bursted open, Xavier appeared in your vision.
"Y/N!" He yelled out your name and he was by your side in a second. He picked you up in his arms and carried you to your bed. He laid down with you and held you close.
"Baby wha- what the fuck happened?" He tried to remain calm but seeing laying on the floor almost unconscious was an image that haunted him. He felt like he was going to lose it.
"Xavier I- I just haven't been eating well lately and-"
"Why? Why did you do this baby?" He whispered and a few tears started dropping from his eyes. You shakily wiped them away.
"I'm okay now but I still need to eat and take a few vitamins to fully recover. That's all" Xavier let out a shaking breath and held you closer.
"You have no idea how scared I got. Losing you is my biggest fear baby. Damn it, that's why I've been like this lately. This fear is eating me alive, especially with what has been happening lately baby. And I'm sorry, I truly am my baby" He leaned his head to kiss your forehead.
"I'm sorry too Xavier." You smiled softly at him but then you giggled at something you thought. Xavier only smiled brightly cause seeing you happy can cure every dark or sad thought of his. You can make his day brighter than it was before.
"I just thought about how silly our fight was." You rested your head in his shoulder and closed your eyes for a brief moment, just to enjoy the warm his body radiated.
"Hm very silly indeed, just like you are sometimes" a playful smirk was displaying on his face as he watched your offended expression.
"Hey you're ruining our moment-"
"I mean what you were thinking when you decided to stop eating lovely girl?" He tapped softly on your nose and then kissed it. He slowly placed next him, grabbing your favorite soft blanket and laid it on top of your legs to keep you warm.
"Now stay here, I'll go cook you your fave. I'm not letting my lady starving any longer."
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"Y/N I'm really busy right now. I don't know if I have the time to go for dinner tonight." Zayne was busy checking some papers in his office, as he hurriedly tried to get ready for the next operation.
"Trust me, I understand but this is the 5th time in a row. I'm not asking to give up everything in the middle of your work, but all I want, is for you to make some time for me too." You said sternly and at the same be as calm as you possibly could at the moment, not wanting to lose it and start yelling just for the whole hospital to hear you.
Zayne sighed and stood up from his seat and walked to the door ready to leave his office but you stopped him.
"Are even listening to me?" You asked angrily.
"I think it's better if you leave." He opened the door as he waited for you to go. All you did was stare at him in shock. Did he seriously thought of kicking you out instead of talking to you?
"Zayne what the fuck? You don't even get to talk to me for 15 minutes now!" Your hand reached over for the knob of the door to close it shut.
"If you keep pushing my buttons then no, I don't want you here" His cold voice sent shivers down your spine.
"Listen I-"
"Just go. Now. I already have a packed schedule and many problems in my mind, and I don't to add one more." You were sure you heard your heart breaking.
"So you think...I'm a problem now" you breathed out, feeling already defeated by the way he talked to you. This argument was pointless, you knew it but all the exhaustion, the pain and the bad emotional state you were currently in, made you feel like you didn't exist to him anymore.
Zayne looked like he wanted to take these horrible words back, hug you like his whole life dependent on it but he wasn't sure how to react.
Without spare even one glance at him, you left his office with rushing steps, and as he heard your faint sobs in the empty hallway, his heart broke even more.
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A knock on Zayne's office door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in." He said with a stern voice.
"Dr. Zayne you are needed in the room 8." A nurse appeared in his office. Zayne frowned .
"What happened?" He asked in a slightly worried tone.
"There's a patient right here in the room, with really bad injuries after she experienced a dangerous accident. She's fully conscious of her surroundings but her physical condition has to be under observation for now. I amde sure that of course she was taken care of first before you could come to check on her too...but she was desperately asking for you doctor." The nurse said as she opened the door to the room where the said patient was.
What Zayne though made his breath caught in his throat and he felt like lefs was about give up. He shut the door without letting anyone in and turned his attention back on you. With shaking legs he walked towards you.
"My...my love what...are you ok?!" He cradled your face softly his hands. His breath quickened and his heart beated faster, scared at the thought of almost losing you. When you didn't said anything it made him worry more, but once you let your head rest on his shoulders and your arms qrapped around his neck, he sighed in relief. His arms wrapped around your small form, hugging tight enough, without hurting anywhere.
"Zayne...I don't know what to say. When this happened my first thought was you and how we departed without saying an I love you or share a sweet kiss like we always do and- I got so scared that I wouldn't see you again." Your trembling voice made Zayne's eyes glassy, tears threatening to fall. He shook his head and your face in his hands again, wanting to make eye contact.
"I will never let anything happen to you my love. Never. I'm so sorry for the way I spoke to you and the days I spent away from you. You're my home sweetheart, and I want to able to spend every second with you, just the two of us away from everything and everyone. I promise I will not let work stop me from giving you my unconditional love. I truly, love you so much."
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"I'm sking you for the last time Sylus, what the fuck aee you hiding?" Your voice was hoarse from the yelling. Sylus clenched his jaw and tried to clam his own nerves.
"For the last time, I'm not hiding anything. You shouldn't worry about my job because everything's under control."
"That's what you said last time and remember what happened? Let me remind you, we got threatening messages out of nowhere. So please, tell me what you have gotten into?" You sat on the chair opposite of him as you waited nervously for what he had to say.
"Im not discussing business things with you, kitten." His voice darkened and he sounded more serious than usual. His teasing tone was gone and you knew his patience was running thin.
"I'm sick of this." You murmured.
"Sick of what exactly?" His stare was hard on you.
"Sick of always leaving me out of everything, when we both promised that we would always be there for each other and get through every hardship together." Your voice was laced with emotion and Sylus's cold facade almost broke and he was about to reach your side when Luke and Kieran came into his office.
"Boss we have to go. It's the emergency we talked about." Luke hurriedly told Sylus. Sylus prepared and was about to leave his office when your voice stopped him.
"Sylus what is this emergency their talking about?" You stood up frkm your chair and walked to him. Luke and Kieran looked at each other awkwardly and decided to leave the office to give you space.
"Kitten don't start this now-"
"Do you even let me finish?! I knew your were being secretive" You scoffed.
Sylus only stared at you intensely. You waited. Waited him to say something. But you only watched as he truned his back on you, leaving you all alone again.
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You were currently laying on your bed, ready to fall asleep since you got too tired of waiting for Sylus's return. But you your eyes started closing you heard something breaking your room's window and immediately stood back up. Two dark figures was the only thing you could make out in the darkness and before you could grab your phone and run out of the room, one of them slapped you hard and you fell on the floor.
"Well if it isn't Sylus's new toy. This is going to be fun. For us." He laughed and his fist found your face.
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Your body was cold, in pain and your were sure you couldn't feel your legs or hands moving. You groaned as you tried to turn on your side but a stabbing pain made you let out gasp and laid on your back again.
Your heard heavy footsteps downstairs and you almost started sobbing, fearing that they may have come back. The footsteps stopped suddenly, but then you could hear them running towards your room. When Sylus came into your sight, you sobbed and called for him.
"FUCK!" Sylus said loudly and laid next to you in an instant.
"Baby? Can you hear me? I'm here, see? I'm here" He frantically tried to lift you in his arms and held you close to him. "I'm here. I'm here. You're ok." He said like he tried to reassure his himself that he wouldn't lose you.
Luke and Kieran heard the fuss and came to see what happened, and when they saw in what state you were in, they both got shocked.
"Wha-what happened boss?!" Kieran said worriedly. Sylus didn't say anything. His focus only on you, as he laid you on the bed carefully.
"Sy..." His hand grasped yours and kissed it.
"I'm here. I'm here." He placed a kiss on your head and turned to look at his assistants.
"Go bring the medkit. NOW!" He didn't mean to scream but his mind was a mess. Seeing you on the floor, bloody beated and almost unconscious made him want to go out there burn everything down.
And that's what he was going to do. When Kieran ans Luke returned with the medkit, Sylus took care pf your injuries, as his assistants made sure to bring some painkillers, water and everything that was necessary for you to not being in pain.
"Sylus where-" you tried to reach for his hand but Sylus grabbed and kissed it softly as let it rest on your chest.
"I'll be back. I promise you baby. Just please, take some rest and I'll be laying right here. Next to you." He whispered and kissed your lips before he left.
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Your eyes moved and you slowly opened them, taking in your surroundings. You remembered everything. Your mind felt foggy, but your body wasn't in so much pain anymore and an arm was wrapped around your waist. You looked down and there was an arm around you. You looked behind and you found Sylus sleeping but having you caged in his big arms securely, fearing that he would you even in his sleep.
"Sy" you whispered and Sylus's eyes started opening slowly. When he noticed you were awake, his slumber left his body instantly and instead he sat up a little to take a better look at you.
"Sweetheart..." he wanted to say so many things. So many. But what truly mattered to him was that you were here by his side, safe.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck in a second. "Oh my sweet girl" Sylus kissed your cheek and held you. Held you like he had just found the most precious treasure in the world and he didn't want anyone or anything to take it wawy from him.
A sob left his lips.
No. He couldn't resist anymore. All the feelings he felt when he found you laying on the floor came ro the surface. You cupped his face and rested your forehead on his.
"I'm ok. We're ok."
Sylus looked at you with watery eyes, not being afraid anymore to let himself feel, cry, laugh and love. With everything felt natural.
"I love you. And if anyone ever dares do something like this too you, even though I'll make sure it'll never happens, I'll still hex them into oblivion."
You didn't care about the fights you had, the words that were spoken on heated moments when your minds are clouded with pressure and fear. Cause at the end of the day and despite what can occure on your daily and dark life, you'd still find safety and love in each other's embraces and that's all that matters.
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hi again suzu !!! could you do like really mean and harsh smut with obsessed scaramouche who kidnaps reader; and reader is actually obsessed with him aswell; if that makes sense đ
you can make it kinky too; but thatâs completely your choice!
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yandere!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. obsessive/possessive behavior. kidnap. drugging. blowjob. harsh degradation. degrading praise. creampie. mean!scara. if any of these themes make you uncomfortable, DNI.
scara really enjoys himself in this đł
today was the day. scaramouche knew today was the day. the world was encroaching too much, too fast around you. because you are so strong, it would be too much for you. that's exactly why you need him to protect you.
life wasn't going to dig it's hideous claws into you like it had done to him. he absolutely wasn't going to let that happen.
he has everything all prepared, even a new bed with a soft mattress and softer pillows. various things that would make you happy and comfortable. it was easy for him to acquire the sedative he would use, which is also something he considered carefully. something mellow and soft that would make you instantly drowsy and fall right to sleep. you wouldn't feel a thing.
scaramouche knew your schedule inside and out. you didn't have any idea he was following right behind you the entire time, having made promises to meet up for a date later. you, being so easily trusting of him, would walk right into his plans.
you are just way too kind. way too naive. far too sweet. all too much for your own good. but that is okay. he is here now.
absolutely nothing would go wrong. he would successfully retrieve you, and snatch you up away from the world. keep you hidden and at his side. where you belong. after all, you already look at him with such devotion, love and adoration.
he swooped in the moment you inevitably stopped walking to check your phone. you'd been keeping such an eye on the weather all day.
your breath hitched in your throat, startled as scaramouche came up behind you. "ssh, it's okay," he cooed, gently cupping a hand over your mouth, "you won't feel a thing, i promise. this is for your own good," your eyes widened a little feeling the pin prick on your neck, but you didn't panic. you'd heard the sound of scaramouche's voice, that let you know not to be scared.
he shivered seeing your body relax even before he sedated you. you trusted him that much that he didn't scare you. you really are amazing. he picked up as you slumped against him.
that was how you ended up on your knees, naked in front him, his hand stroking your hair lovingly before grasping it firmly. "go on, slut. use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you told me shortly after you woke up," he narrowed his eyes in a glare down at you, sending a shiver straight to your throbbing clit.
he brought your mouth close to his cock. you look up at him so sweetly, your soft little tongue darting out to kitten lick the head of his leaking cock. "you are all i ever think about, scara," he groaned softly as your tongue danced on the precum gathering in his slit.
incidentally, scaramouche only asked you to repeat yourself. it was you who insisted on sucking and licking his cock while you elaborated. it made his ego stretch as much as his cock aches. "i love you. my heart only ever belonged to you. i didn't want to give it to anyone else but you," you continued, wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping your hand as you scooped his cock head into your mouth to suck on.
scaramouche moaned, his cock pulsing on your velvety warm tongue. he pushed your mouth down onto his cock. "good girl, you know your place. on your knees. sucking my cock like a fucking slut," you muffled a moan on his cock, sucking obediently as pumped his thick length in and out of your mouth.
fuck you look so breathtaking, drool pooling from the corners of your mouth while he ruined your throat. "you look adorable with my cock stuffed in your mouth. i can fucking feel your throat enjoying me," his hand tightened on your hair, holding your head in place.
he let out a loud, husky moan as he pushed his cock into your throat. you coughed, your throat convulsing and spasming in a heavenly way on his cock. "as good as using your throat feels, it would be such a shame to not cum inside you first," he took your mouth off his cock, enjoying the way you were submitting and letting him essentially manhandle you.
the look in your eyes only deepened with further adoration for him.
"on the bed, and spread your legs," he commanded, his cock straining harder watching you spread your legs, your little fingers parting your folds for him. he feasted his eyes on your creamy cunt, all his for the taking.
crawling on top of you, scaramouche wasted no time putting his cock between your drooling folds. he slowly grinded his cock over your clit, hissing in pleasure feeling your juices soak his length.
you mewled, your legs shaking and your hips rocking up to grind back against him. "please, i am begging you to stretch me apart," you pleaded, spreading your legs more.
"needy, pathetic whore," he hissed, adruptly bullying his cock inside of you. "you are all mine," he bottomed out all at once, tearing the sweetest cry of pleasure from you. "do you understand?" his cock was shiny with your slick as he pulled halfway out of you.
he wanted to fuck his cock back inside of you at the exact moment you said you understood.
"i'm all yours, scara!" you cried out, your hips jerking up to help him fuck his cock deep back inside of you. your walls clenched tight from his harsh degradation, your cheeks flushed as you squirmed with need.
need that was all for him.
scaramouche lost control then.
he possessively held you down, his hips smacking into yours. his grip was bruising on your thighs as he held them apart. you could barely keep up with the intense pleasure of his cock driving into your sweet spot. your fingers shook as you reached down to rub your throbbing clit, your ministrations tinging your shameless moans with whimpers.
"what a whore. what a good girl," he groaned, his cock on the cusps of emptying inside of you. the wet warmth of your pussy sucking him in was almost too much for him. "fall apart faster for me," his eyes followed the motion of your hand on your clit.
you shook underneath him, your orgasm washing over you in dizzying proportions. scaramouche couldn't get enough of your cries of pleasure while you creamed on his cock.
"keep crying just like that for me," his cock squelched wetter in and out of your pussy, ribboning ropes of cum inside of you. you wrapped a leg around him, happy to let him fuck his cock deeper into you as he chased his high.
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"Will you overthinking this?" He asked as we were walking hand in hand in the park.
Me, fully aware I have already started overthinking the moment he mentioned that her friend broke off her relationship: "....... juuup"
"What are you overthinking about? Lets discuss it together, let me help"... I explained how, maybe, now that she is single, she might try to get over a guy by getting under another one. Or maybe, since you guys tall about problems and are pretty close, she turns to flirting now that she is single. "Okay and? Why would I get into that while I have my girlfriend at home? I would say no thank you. Also, I don't think she is the person to do that. I have met her before she was in a relationship, and she also wasn't like this then". Okay, well, .. maybe she will have heard bad things about me and will not like me or she will think I am not good enough for you, or too much, and tell you to break up with me. I mean, I'm in a relationship with you, not with her, but ja, well... He put his arms around me and stopped us from walking on, hugging me from behind. "Sometimes I forget how insecure you can be. Do you really think I'll just break up with you because someone tells me to? And besides, I think you should meet her. She is really kind and everytime I mentioned something, she was always more on the reassuring side." Well, I also thought your other friend was kind.. "..... true. ..... I don't have an argument against that."
"So... if she were to still be in a relationship, would it be okay? .. meh, I feel like that's a bad excuse. "Yeah she is in a relationship anyway" , as if that changes anything. Doesn't that sound like a bad thing to you?" Hmm. Well. Honestly, I felt better when she was in a relationship, assuming it wasn't an u know who typa relationship. It's always a 2 people's decision. And that way, I am at least sure that one side is on the no side (as I said it out loud, I realized how fuckedup it sounded.) "Shouldn't you trust me to already be on the no side?" .... I should, yes. I just don't know what to make of the fact that you told me that you can't promise me that it won't happen again. "That was a year ago" .... "back then I wasn't super sure, and before that I was def not sure. Also, I did not want to force you to trust me (def different exact words from his, buthey, u get the point.). It's been a year." Would you get back to it and say something different now then? "Yes. I am sure that it will never happen again".
And there it was. I know he is a firm believer in actions over words, but sometimes I need words to be sure. He told me that he tells me the truth, and I know he does. Thus, if he tells me, I believe him. So. Maybe this is what I needed to truly get to trusting him again. His word. It's not a signed contract, I know. I can't sue him if his words turn out to be false. Though, I needed this. I needed his faith in himself to make sure it won't happen again. Fuck damn hey. I needed him to believe in himself. If he doesn't believe he will stop it the next time, who am I to believe so? Well well well. Before he left, if our roommate wasn't sitting right next to me, I would've said after he asked me if I'm still okay (for like, the 3th time): "if you say it won't happen again, I trust you." Fuck. And I'd mean it. I feel like I have entered a new reality. One in which it is safe for me to have faith in him. In which, sure, maybe a girl will flirt with him, but I can laugh about it. I can be proud to be with that hotstuff that she can't help but talk to. I can make jokes about it and raise my eyebrows up and down. I can do it all, and enjoy the situation, knowing. Truly knowing. That it doesn't matter at all if the other party is on the "yes-boat". He isn't, and he won't get onto it either. Even if a chance presents itself, he won't even see it as one. He has the set in stone plan to come back home to me. Even if she would get him drunk and touch him all over, ... he will say no. Even if it scares me more with booze, he is still himself. He doesn't get into a crazy trans and turns into a different person with different values. He is still the same person who held my hand as we walked in the autumn colored park, and said that it would never happen again.
It feels like something in me has been freed. As if trust was a fluffy creature within me, which was tied down. His words freed it. It still can't believe that the tiny trust guy is free. That it's safe to stand up now and run and smile and truly trust. It's astonished, grasping for those words that set it free. Wanting to hold them and craving for them to invade its veins with its lightning energy and brightness. May it no longer feel the need to stay on the ground; the ties have been undone. Fuck.
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Heels ~ Viktor x Reader
Pronouns for reader: She/Her
Relationship type: Platonic, romantic feelings, slight enemies to lovers if you unfocus your eyes a bit
General Idea: Viktor used to hate the sound of those damn boots of hers, but now he's grown to find an odd sense of comfort in the noise. Along with... a series of other feelings.
Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Viktor being sassy, s1 Viktor, Takes place between S1E3~E4, Viktor's kinda down bad but in a denial way, Viktor also isn't good at realizing he has feelings for the reader, Jayce needs a 32hr nap
A/N: My Viktor headcanons got a LOT more love than I thought they would... so I decided to write some more Viktor XD
(Nobody's POV, but it's mostly told. through Viktor's thoughts)
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The lab was pretty much silent. The only sounds heard were the sounds of Viktor tinkering with a Hextech device and the occasional flipping of pages as (Y/N) read some notes that Jayce had written. It was late, definetly past midnight as the two worked.
"(Y/N)," Viktor says, breaking the silence. The girl's head pops up at the sound of her name. "Come here for a second? I need a second pair of hands."
"Be right there." She says, finishing the page she was on. She stands up and walks towards him, the sound of her boots hitting the tile as she walks.
Clack
Click
Clack
Viktor used to hate the sound of her boots. "Those damn boots are so annoying," He had complained to Jayce during the first week of (Y/N) working as a part-time assistant. "Click clack click clack, drives me insane!" He had mocked before sighing.
"Viktor... don't both your boots AND your cane make that noise as well?"Jayce had responded, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile. This made Viktor at a loss for words.
"Well... It's annoying when she does it!" He had sassed back in response, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
That was 3 years ago. Now, he found a weird sense of comfort in hearing the sound of her boots hit the floor. He couldn't explain why, enjoyment of familiarity maybe?
"What's up?" (Y/N) says, standing behind Viktor. The smell of her perfume was almost overwhelming to him, overloading his senses. Which was weird, seeings as it must've been almost 13 hours since she'd last applied perfume. And that doesn't last long... was he delusional? Or maybe just tired? Whatever. It doesn't matter.
"Yeah, I just need you to hold this in place." Viktor says, not even looking up from what he's doing. He gestures to a little piece of metal he's holding. (Y/N) leans over Viktor and holds the piece in place as requested. The scientist trys his best to ignore the feeling of her closeness and the racing of his heart... holy crap was it warm in here? It must've been. Although it seemed strange to him that it was magically warm in here all of a sudden. This spirals him into a memory, a memory that took place a little less than a week prior to now.
Viktor sat at his desk, for once not to work on Hextech, but to run his hands through his hair and stay deep in thought.
"Viktor?" Jayce asked. "Are you OK? You haven't been as focused as you normally are today. Did something happen?"
"I think... I think there's something genuinely wrong with me." Viktor says. "Like... maybe I'm coming down with something?? I don't know." Viktor stands up, leaning on his cane slightly for support.
"Oh?" Jayce asks, raising an eyebrow. "Could you, uh, possibly elaborate on that?"
"Well, for one everytime Ms.(L/N) comes near me I about have a damn heart attack." Viktor says, his cane clacking softly on the floor as he paces. "Like yesterday, perfect example. She accidently brushed my hand when she was passing me a paper and I actually thought I was dying."
Jayce suppresses a smile, trying not to laugh. Was Viktor really getting THIS worked up... over a little crush? "Oh?" Jayce says, still suppressing a smile. "Is that it?"
"Whenever she's near me, I swear to the gods that I become hyperaware of... like... everything." Viktor says. "Like the room feels warmer, her perfume or her shampoo is ALL I can smell, I'm almost convinced I know every single speckle of color in her eyes... I think I might actually be going crazy." Viktor says, stopping his pacing. "I'm positive. I've actually hit the breaking point and am decending into insanity."
Jayce now can't help but laugh. Maybe it was his lack of sleep from working on Hextech for days on end, maybe it was the seriousness in Viktor's voice about his "decent to madness." Jayce's laughter came out as almost wheezes due to how hard he was laughing.
Viktor throws his hands up in exasperatedness. "Jayce!" Viktor scolds. "This ISN'T funny! There's-"
This just makes Jayce laugh more and more. "Yes it is, Viktor." Jayce manages to say through wheezes. He's holding onto the desk for support as he laughs. It gets to the point where passersby become mildly concerned for the scientist's wellbeing. "I assure you you're not decending to madness."
"Then what the hell is going on????" Viktor exclaims, collapsing into his chair.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine." Jayce says, wiping the tears of laughter away as he tries to steady his breathing.
"Viktor?" The sound of his name snaps him out of the memory. "You good? I think I said your name like five times." (Y/N) says with a chuckle. Viktor shakes his head slightly.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine." Viktor says, continuing what he was doing. He tried to ignore the slight shake in his hands, the side of his own hand pressed against Ms. (L/N)'s own hand. When he's done. He about throws the screwdriver down. "Thank you for your assistance." Viktor says, the weight off his shoulders earning a little sigh of relief.
"Was that all you needed?" (Y/N) asks.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Viktor says. (Y/N) hums in response, walking over to her desk. Click, clack, click, clack. Her boots echo in the room. She grabs her coat and walks towards Viktor again.
"I'm gonna head out then." She says. Click, clack, click, clack. The sound of her boots ring in Viktor's head, a haunting sound that he didn't actually mind having on replay in his brain. "You should too soon." She says, her voice kind and soft.
Viktor's stomach feels like it's about to leap out of his body. Even though it was scientifically impossible, he couldn't help but worry about it. "I will soon." He says, the softness in his voice actually shocking him. Normally he'd just lie out his teeth and sleep in the lab, or not sleep at all. However, when he said that he would... he truly meant it. His eyes move away from the project and to (Y/N). "I'm just gonna finish this little bit up."
(Y/N) smiles, it's tired and small, but it's still a smile nonetheless. Seeing her smile along made the corners of his lips feel like they were moving on their own. He suppresses a smile the best he can, but it still shows on his face. "Goodnight, Viktor." She says, her voice still soft. She didn't speak full volume, and that for some reason made Viktor's heart rate skyrocket.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He says, the same tone and volume as (Y/N). She turns and walks out of the room. Click, clack, click, clack. He listens to the sound of her shoes until they completely fade out.
"Relax you just have a little crush, it's fine."
Viktor didn't have a crush on (Y/N)... did he?
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Why do you care so much?
I've been asked this question a few times in the past year - why I spend so much time thinking, reading, and reflecting on antisemitism, especially because I am not Jewish myself. There are a few reasons, really. One of them is that I think antisemitism is a hatred that spawns other hatreds, but even if it did not, it would still be worth studying, because the fact that it is a hatred at all is enough. The fact that antisemitism impacts Jewish people is enough of a reason to oppose it.
It's also because it's important to oppose because of the way it damages the thinking habits of people who believe it. I saw somebody say, "Jew-Hate makes you dumb," once. And though I think it was probably an off the cuff statement for them, it stuck with me, and I think they're right. In my religion, we say hatred is one of the three poisons - it can seriously harm your mental well-being in a way that deepens your suffering in all aspects of life. Often, hatred can also be spread like a contagion. It's something that destroys social harmony and causes severe social dysfunction. And right now, I think antisemitism is the most contagious of hatreds - I've seen people in my life fall off the cliff, I've been able to talk some back from it, and I've seen how so many people wander towards it without any idea that that's what they're doing.
Part of the problem is that antisemites consider themselves righteous in a way I think most racists don't. Often, you'll see "I'm not racist but" I almost never see that with antisemitism. They don't add that qualifier. They just say it. Most racists I know will make a tacit acknowledgment of the racist implications of what they're about to say - antisemitic people don't. They often even engage in anti-Jewish racism while invoking anti-racism.
I don't really know any Jewish people in real life, perhaps only two. But I don't need to know them to know that hating them is wrong. I think I also have a debt of gratitude to many people in the Jewish community because of the advances in Buddhist Studies made by Jewish people, which sounds strange - but it's true that many leading voices and researchers, both in academia and within Buddhism itself happen to be Jewish. I'm not sure why this is, but it's absolutely true. The most prolific translator of Pali into English that I can think of is Jewish. The most impactful Vipassana instructor in America I can think of is Jewish. The most impactful voice in Deity Yoga, for Tibetan Buddhism, is Jewish. People who are Jewish, for some reason, contributed probably more than ex-Christian Americans or atheists combined to the proliferation of Buddhism in the United States.
Buddhists and Jewish people are known to have a close relationship. There are a lot of different reasons for this that I would suggest, but none that add up to explain the amazing contributions to Buddhism made by American Jews.
I think another reason I have for being so interested in antisemitism as a non-Jew is the kind of... political disillusionment I've been experiencing? It's been a disturbing few years, and I haven't seen many people elaborate very well on this feeling of abandonment and horror, witnessing people who you thought shared your values become hateful and deeply violent in their beliefs. The only people I've seen consistently speak about it happen to be Jewish.
I think all of this has helped contribute to a feeling of closeness to Jewish people as a group, despite that I don't really know Jewish people in my real life, and only have one or two Jewish friends online. This year has been a horror show of watching people's minds become twisted - it's so scary in a way I can't quite capture with words right now.
I also sometimes have a back and forth with myself about when and if to mention I'm not Jewish when I talk about antisemitism, because I do think it's totally necessary to explain the perspective from which I speak, but to be honest it feels kind of icky to be like "I'm not Jewish, but antisemitism is bad", because antisemitism is bad whether or not the person saying so isn't Jewish, and I think it might be a negative for people to think "not being Jewish" is something which makes it any less valuable to be against antisemitism, and talk about how against it you are. It's very real that people who talk about antisemitism are perceived to be Jewish, and obviously, it's important not to lead people into thinking you're Jewish when you're not, but adding an "I'm not Jewish" qualifier to statements about antisemitism I worry might contribute to the perception that those against antisemitism are Jewish.
Antisemitism is such an insidious ideology. And it's everywhere. I see it daily in so many different spaces. It has the largest impact on Jewish people, but it also impacts non-Jewish people at times. I distinctly remember being mocked throughout school for "looking Jewish." I think about that Greek restaurant which was attacked because they were thought to be Jewish. Or that man in the Amsterdam violence who tried to help and was then accused of being Jewish himself. It's so deluded, violent, and manages to consume people's thoughts like a parasitic worm in their brain.
Anyways, I planned for this post to be more organized. Oops.
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The morning had started just like any other, the sun streaming in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over everything, but YN barely noticed. She sat at the counter, her hands curled around a coffee mug, its warmth barely a match for the cold ache building inside her. The apartment felt empty, despite the soft hum of the city just outside the window. She could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on her, a silence that had grown more oppressive over the past few weeks.
Harry had been on tour for what seemed like forever now, and their communication had dwindled. What had once been late-night calls and stolen moments between sound checks had turned into rushed, distracted conversations, where he was either too busy or too tired to give her his full attention. YN had always known the demands of his career, had always been willing to share him with the world, but it was starting to feel like he was slipping further away from her.
She had tried to be understanding, tried to remind herself that this was just a phaseâthat he was only gone for a while, and they would find their way back to each other. But today felt different. Something in the air was charged with tension, a sense of dread that hung around her like a cloud. Harry had promised to call her during his break between rehearsals, and as the minutes ticked by, that sense of unease only grew. She hadnât heard from him, not even a text to explain why.
When the phone finally rang, she grabbed it with an anxious breath, hoping for the reassurance she so desperately needed.
âHey, babe,â Harryâs voice crackled through the phone, distant and strained. There was a tiredness in his voice that made her heart ache even more.
âHi,â she replied softly, trying to keep her tone light, but the worry slipped out anyway. âI was starting to wonder if you forgot about me.â
Harry didnât immediately answer, and YN could feel him shifting on the other end, perhaps looking for the right words, or maybe just gathering the energy to engage with her. âI didnât forget,â he said after a beat, his voice uncharacteristically flat. âItâs just⌠things are hectic right now. You know how it is.â
YN frowned, her fingers tightening around her mug. She knew how it was. She knew that Harryâs tour schedule was demanding, that he barely had time to breathe, let alone talk to her. But it was different now. It had been different for weeks, and she couldnât shake the feeling that something was wrong.
âI get it, Harry,â she said softly, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. âBut it feels like we havenât really talked in days. I feel like Iâm losing you.â
The words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken emotions. She didnât want to say it. She didnât want to accuse him of pulling away, but she couldnât ignore what was happening anymore. She missed him. She missed the way they used to connect, how theyâd stay up all night talking about their dreams and fears, how theyâd laugh until their stomachs ached. Now, it felt like all they did was talk about logistics and time zones. She wanted more than that.
Harry let out a heavy sigh, and for a moment, she thought he was going to apologize, that he would offer the comfort she so desperately needed. But instead, his voice grew colder, his words sharper. âYou miss me? Maybe you miss the version of me that you had before all of this. But Iâm not the same person anymore, YNN. Iâm just tired. Tired of feeling like Iâm constantly being pulled in a million directions.â
Her heart sank at his words, the finality in them hitting her harder than she had expected. âWhat does that mean?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harryâs words came out in a rush, almost like he couldnât stop them, as if they were coming from a place deeper than he intended. âIt means that I donât have the energy for this right now. I donât have the energy to keep pretending that everything is fine when itâs not. And maybe Iâm just tired of pretending that youâre not asking for more than I can give. Maybe I need space. Maybe we both need space.â
The words stabbed her. She felt them deep in her chest, each one like a dagger, twisting further with every breath. âSpace?â she echoed, barely able to form the word, the hurt creeping into her voice despite her best efforts to hold it back. âIâm not asking for space, Harry. Iâm just asking for you. For the person you promised me youâd always be.â
Harry didnât respond right away, and when he did, his voice was tight, defensive. âMaybe that person isnât here anymore, YNN. Maybe thatâs what Iâm trying to say.â
The silence that followed was suffocating. YN could hear the faint rustling of something on his end of the phone, the noise of people moving in the background, but it didnât matter. The emptiness between them felt so loud, so unbearable. The connection that once held them together was fraying, thread by thread.
She swallowed hard, the tears welling in her eyes. âFine,â she said, her voice breaking as she spoke. âIf thatâs how you feel, then I guess Iâll leave.â
The words came out before she could stop them, and she immediately regretted them. But the damage was done. The silence that followed was deafening, and the weight of Harryâs absence felt so heavy, so crushing, that she could barely breathe. The person she loved, the person she had given everything to, had just told her he was done. He was tired of her.
Before she could say another word, she ended the call. The click of the phone disconnecting felt like the final nail in the coffin, sealing whatever it was that they had left.
YN sat there for a long moment, staring at the phone in her hand as if it were some foreign object. She couldnât move, couldnât speak. Her mind was numb, her thoughts tangled in confusion and hurt. The apartment, their shared space, felt so small now. It felt suffocating. Every corner of the place was a reminder of everything that had once been good, everything that was now falling apart.
Tears blurred her vision as she stood up from the counter. She didnât know what to do. She didnât know where to go. But she couldnât stay there. Not with him, not with the words he had just said. The love they had built felt like ashes, and she couldnât breathe in the smoke any longer.
She started packing her things, her movements automatic, like she was on autopilot. Her hands shook as she threw clothes into a bag, not caring if they matched or if they were folded neatly. Nothing mattered in that moment except the urgent need to get away from the place that had once been home. She ignored the phone buzzing with messages, messages from Harry, apologizing, pleading with her to call him back. She couldnât. Not yet. Not after the things he had said.
When she finished packing, she grabbed her bags and walked out the door. The apartment felt even emptier as she closed the door behind her. There were no more goodbyes, no more promises. Just the echo of his hurtful words ringing in her ears.
YN drove to her parentsâ house in a daze, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She couldnât stop thinking about everything that had happened, about how quickly their love had unraveled. She needed space to think. To breathe. To figure out how to move on from this. But deep down, she knew it wasnât that simple.
It wasnât just a fight. It was something deeper. Something that couldnât be fixed with apologies.
When she pulled into the driveway, she didnât feel the relief she thought she would. Instead, the silence that had followed her from their apartment seemed to follow her here. Even the familiar sight of her childhood home didnât offer the comfort it once had. It all felt distant. Empty. Just like her heart.
She stepped out of the car, closing the door behind her with a soft click. As she walked up to the front door, her phone buzzed again. She ignored it. She couldnât bear to look at it. She couldnât bear to see his name flashing on the screen. The man she loved had just shattered her heart into a million pieces, and she didnât know how to pick them up.
The night had been a blur for Harry. The anger, the disappointment, the gnawing guilt in his chest from the argument with YNâit was all too much to bear. In the solitude of his hotel room, far from her, he drowned out the pain with alcohol. He knew he had messed up, knew he had hurt her with his words, but the overwhelming pressure of being on tour, the constant demand of being a public figure, and the exhaustion had driven him to the brink. He had never intended for it to escalate the way it did, but in his drunken haze, it all came crashing down.
Somewhere between the blurry shots and the endless stream of drinks, he found himself in a bar, surrounded by strangers, feeling more alone than he had in a long time. His phone was buzzing on the table, the screen lighting up with YNâs name flashing, but he didnât pick it up. The coldness in his heart had become too unbearable, and he pushed her away instead of confronting the hurt he had caused. He just wanted the world to stop spinning for a moment. He wanted to forget everything that had gone wrong.
And that was when Emily Ratajkowski had walked in.
They had known each other for years, casually friendly in the way celebrities often are when their circles overlap. Emily, ever the charmer, had greeted Harry with a friendly smile. They sat and talked, their conversation casual at first, just the usual small talk about work and life. But Harry, caught in his haze of regret, had let his guard down. The more they talked, the more the words flowed. In some strange way, it felt easy to talk to herâlike she was a stranger he could confide in, someone who didnât carry the same weight of their past, the years of intimacy and history he shared with YN.
It didnât take long before the alcohol took its toll. Emilyâs laughter had filled the air, and Harry had found himself leaning closer, her presence soothing in a way that made him forget the ache in his chest. Before he knew it, they were kissing. His mind screamed for him to stop, to think about YN, to remember everything he stood to lose. But in that moment, he didnât. The guilt had been smothered by the fleeting comfort of the kiss, the escape from his spiraling thoughts.
He didnât remember much after that. The night blurred into incoherence, a jumble of laughter, flashes, and fleeting touches. Harry woke up the next morning, disoriented and groggy, the light filtering through the hotel room window far too bright. His phone was buzzing incessantly, and his stomach churned when he saw the series of missed calls and messages from YN. The weight of it all hit him like a wave, and for a moment, he just sat there, trying to piece together the fragments of his memories.
Then, his phone lit up with an alertâa notification from a gossip website, and his heart dropped into his stomach. There, in front of him, were pictures of him and Emily Ratajkowski, the kind of photos Harry had spent years avoiding. They were kissing, their lips pressed together, captured in a moment of reckless abandon that Harry didnât even fully remember. The headline was cruel: Harry Styles and Emily RatajkowskiâA New Romance in the Making?
His throat tightened as he scrolled through the photos, his mind racing. He didnât remember kissing her. He didnât remember anything about that night except the overwhelming sense of regret that now gripped him. He had ruined everything. The fragile thread holding him together seemed to snap in that moment. He had lost YN, and now the media would make sure the world knew it. His personal life was on full display, and all he could think about was how much he had fucked it all up.
Desperation began to rise in his chest, and without thinking, he began sending text after text to YN, each one filled with apologies, regret, and pleas for her to talk to him. But she didnât answer. The silence on the other end was deafening.
Meanwhile, YN was in her parentsâ house, sitting in the living room with the muted glow of the television casting long shadows across the room. The house, once a place of comfort and warmth, now felt suffocating. Her mother had been quiet ever since YN arrived, sensing the heavy tension in the air. She tried to comfort her daughter, offering tea, but YN couldnât bring herself to care. The weight of the argument, of the harsh words Harry had said, sat heavily in her chest, gnawing at her.
But when the photos surfacedâwhen she saw Harry with Emily, their lips locked, the headlines flashing across her phoneâher world shattered all over again. The room spun around her, and she felt like she was suffocating. The love she had poured into her relationship with Harry now felt like a cruel joke. She had trusted him. She had believed in him. And now thisâthis betrayal was too much to bear.
Tears blurred her vision, and she quickly turned away from her phone. Her mother noticed the change in her expression and asked softly, âYN, whatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
âI canât do this,â YN whispered, choking on her tears. âI canât keep doing this. I thought he loved me⌠but now⌠now I donât know who he is anymore. It didnât even take him a night to move on?â
Her mother hugged her tightly, murmuring comforting words, but YN couldnât hear them. The pain of what she had seenâthe public humiliation of it allâfelt like a physical weight on her chest. She needed to get away. She needed to clear her head.
âIâm going for a walk,â she said, her voice distant, as if she were speaking to herself rather than her mother.
Her mother nodded, understanding the need for space, and watched as YN stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapping around her like a blanket.
The lake stretched out before her, calm and unbothered by the storm raging inside her. Its surface shimmered faintly under the overcast sky, the golden light of the fading afternoon barely breaking through the thick clouds. The familiar sight of itâ the way the trees reflected on the water, the distant sound of birds, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the shore-should have brought YN the comfort she was seeking. But all it did was make her chest tighten with a suffocating ache.
She had always come to this place for solace, even as a child. The lake by her parents' house was her sanctuary, a space where the noise of the world couldn't touch her. But now, as she stood there, arms wrapped tightly around herself against the crisp autumn air, the silence was deafening. It wasn't peace she found here today. It was the echo of memories she had desperately tried to bury since she walked out of the home she had once shared with Harry.
Her boots crunched softly against the earth as she made her way closer to the water's edge, the damp grass soaking the hem of her dress. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the faintest scent of pine and earth. But YN didn't notice. Her mind was far away, replaying a reel of memories she wished she could turn off. No matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her past with Harry came rushing back to her, vivid and bittersweet.
She crouched down near the shore, her fingertips brushing against the cool surface of the water. As ripples spread outward, her thoughts drifted to another time, another version of herself-a happier one. She closed her eyes, and it all came rushing back as if she were still there.
It had been a summer evening, the sun setting in brilliant hues of orange and pink.
Harry had been sitting on the dock, legs stretched out, his feet just barely skimming the water. YN had been lying beside him, her head resting on his thigh as they shared a bottle of wine they had stolen from her parents' pantry. The lake had been their escape that summer, a place where the chaos of Harry's career and the pressures of the world seemed to melt away.
"This place is magic," Harry had murmured, running his fingers absentmindedly through her hair. His voice had been low, almost reverent, as he looked out at the water.
YN had tilted her head to glance up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "You always say that," she teased. "But you're not wrong."
He grinned, his dimple deepening as he looked down at her. "It's true, though. Don't you feel it? It's like... time stops here. Like nothing bad can touch us."
She had laughed softly, the sound blending with the gentle rustle of the trees.
"That's what l've always loved about this place. It's quiet. Peaceful. Away from everything."
Harry had hummed in agreement, his gaze softening as he studied her. "One day, YNN... one day l'd love to settle down somewhere like this. Away from the noise. Just us."
Her breath had caught at his words, her heart skipping a beat. "Just us?" she'd asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well," he'd added, his lips twitching into a playful smile, "maybe not just us. I'm thinking a couple of little ones running around, maybe a dog... or two."
YN's heart skipped at his words, her stomach flipping in that way it always did when he hinted at their future. She laughed, nudging him playfully. "Little ones, huh? You planning on starting a family with me already, Styles?"
Harry grinned, his dimple showing as he leaned closer, the teasing glint in his eyes softening into something deeper. "Why not? I mean it, YNN. I'd love that. A house by the lake. Waking up every morning with you by my side. Teaching our kids how to fish or swim or whatever it is people do out here. It sounds perfect."
Her breath caught as she looked at him, the sincerity in his words tugging at something deep within her. "It does," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It sounds perfect."
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "You're perfect," he murmured, and before she could respond, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
The world had faded away then, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in a bubble of love and possibility.
âI wouldnât want anything less than forever when it comes to you.â
His words had settled into her heart like a warm glow, and she had leaned in to kiss him, the taste of wine still lingering on his lips. In that moment, with the sun setting and the world quiet around them, she had believed him. She had believed in forever.
YN blinked, the memory dissolving as the present came crashing back. The lake was still, the air cold, and Harry wasn't there. Her chest ached as she stared at the dock, the image of them sitting there overlaying the reality of its emptiness. She could almost hear his laughter, feel his hand in hers, but it was all in her mind.
The betrayal burned anew, the image of him with Emily flashing behind her eyes.
How could he have said those things, painted that picture of their future, and then so carelessly let it all fall apart? How could he kiss someone else after everything they had shared?
How had they gone from that to this? How had the man who once promised her forever ended up kissing someone else? The image of Harry and Emily flashed in her mind again, sharper this time, and her stomach twisted. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, trying to hold together the pieces of her heart that felt like they were falling apart.
The lake, once her sanctuary, now felt like a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. The life she had envisioned with Harry-the house by the lake, the little ones running around, the forever they had dreamed of-felt like a distant, unattainable dream. And yet, no matter how much she wanted to hate him, to shut him out completely, her heart wouldn't let her. She still loved him, even now, even after everything.
YN sank down onto the grass, her knees pulled to her chest, tears streaming freely now. She thought of the countless nights they had spent talking about their dreams, their plans. The way Harry had once made her feel so safe, so sure of their love. And now, it all felt like a cruel joke, a dream turned nightmare.
"Why, Harry?" she whispered into the stillness. "Why did you have to ruin everything?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon.
She let herself cry then, the sobs wracking her body as she finally allowed herself to feel the full weight of her heartbreak. The lake bore silent witness to her pain, its surface rippling gently as if trying to offer her some semblance of comfort.
The lake, once her sanctuary, now felt like a graveyard for their love.
When she returned to the house, her heart felt heavy, each step laden with the weight of everything she was feeling. But it wasn't the emptiness of the house that grabbed her attention; it was the faint sound-the small, deliberate taps against the window. At first, she thought it was the rain playing tricks on her, the gentle taps against the glass. But when she heard it again-sharp and insistent-her breath caught in her throat.
Her mind didn't even have time to process it fully. She spun toward the window, her heart pounding in her chest. And there he was.
Harry.
He stood in the pouring rain, his face pale, his hair clinging to his skin. His clothes were soaked through, and his hands trembled slightly as he threw small pebbles at the window, as if trying to wake her from a nightmare she couldn't escape. She stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. Was this real? Was this the same man who had hurt her so badly?
But then, she saw it in his eyes-the desperation. The raw vulnerability. The silent plea for forgiveness that spoke louder than words ever could. He was standing there, drenched, with nothing left to lose. He was a broken man, and in that moment, she could see that he knew he had ruined everything.
Before she could stop herself, she ran to the down to the front door, threw it open, and without thinking, rushed outside into the rain.
The rain fell in torrents, its relentless downpour drowning out all sound except for the beat of water against the ground. Harry stood before YN, drenched, his eyes wide with desperate urgency, a look of raw pain etched into every line of his face. His clothes clung to his body, soaked through, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil inside of him.
âYNâŚâ His voice broke, as if the weight of her name was too much to bear. His hand reached out shakily, desperate to bridge the gap between them, but she pulled away slightly. He flinched, not from her rejection, but from the weight of his own guilt that seemed to pull him lower with every passing second.
âIââ He took a breath, trying to steady himself, but his words tumbled out in a frantic rush. âI never meant for it to be this way. I never meant to hurt you, YNN. I swear, I never thoughtâGod, I was so drunk, so damn stupid. I donât even remember what happened, but I know I messed up. I know I messed everything up.â
YNâs heart clenched painfully in her chest. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much he had hurt her, how much his words still stung like a constant ache in her soul. But instead, she stood there, her breath coming in ragged bursts, staring at him as he trembled in the rain. She wasnât sure whether it was the cold of the storm or the pain inside him that made him shudder, but it was impossible to ignore the depth of his regret.
âYou do remember, Harry,â she finally spoke, her voice shaking but strong. âYou remember everything, even if you donât remember that moment. You remember the things you said to me. You remember how you treated me. How youââ She stopped herself, not wanting to continue with the painful words. But the memory of his cutting tone, his dismissive words, echoed in her mind, taunting her, making her question everything they had ever shared. âI trusted you. I loved you. And youâyou broke me.â
Harryâs eyes welled with unshed tears as he took a step toward her, this time not caring if she pulled away. He was beyond caring about the rain, beyond caring about anything except for the woman standing before him, the one person who had always been his everything.
âI know,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, and she could see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. âI know I broke you. And thatâs the worst part of it. I never wanted to hurt you. Not in a million years. Iâve never loved anyone the way I love you, YNN. Youâre it for me, you always have been.â He reached for her again, but this time she didnât pull away. His fingers brushed against hers, a tentative touch, as if he were afraid she might vanish the moment he let go.
âBut I let my stupid insecurities, my stupid mistakes, cloud everything,â he continued, his voice cracking. âIâve never been more scared of losing someone than I am of losing you, and I couldnât see that until now. I couldnât see that you are the one I need. That itâs not the fame, itâs not the tour, itâs not anyone or anything elseâitâs you, YN. Youâre the only thing that matters.â
The words hung in the air like fragile threads, each one trembling with a rawness that made Ashleyâs heart ache in ways she didnât think possible. The anger, the hurtâit was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but now there was something else too: hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this wasnât all lost.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry. She wanted to push him away, wanted to shout at him for what he had done, but when she looked at himâreally looked at himâthere was something so devastatingly human about him, standing there, shaking in the rain. He was broken, but there was sincerity in his apology, a plea that reached her heart in ways his words never had before.
âYou donât even understand what youâve done to me, Harry,â she said, her voice quivering as she took a step back. âYou think itâs just about what happened with her, with Emily? Itâs not. Itâs about everything that led up to that moment. Itâs about the words you said to me, the way you dismissed everything we had, everything I gave you. Itâs about how you made me feel like I wasnât enough.â
Harry closed his eyes, a silent tear slipping down his cheek. âI didnât mean to make you feel that way, YNN. I never wanted you to feel like you werenât enough. Youâre everything to me. Iâve been an idiot, and I know Iâve hurt you, but please⌠donât let this be the end for us. I canât lose you. I just canât⌠live without you. I canât.â
The storm raged around them, but the silence between them felt deafening, thick with the weight of everything unsaid, everything unresolved. YN could feel the anger still bubbling inside her, but she also felt the pull of something deeperâthe love she had for him, the love that she had thought was gone, but now seemed to flicker in her chest like a fragile flame.
She wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the hurt, but something inside her was giving way.
âHarry, IâŚâ Her voice faltered, the words catching in her throat as her chest tightened painfully. âI donât know if I can forgive you right now. I need time. I need space to figure this out.â She shook her head, unable to meet his eyes as the tears finally spilled over, mingling with the rain. âI donât know if I can go back to who we were. You hurt me too much.â
He stepped forward again, his hand reaching for her, trembling with the force of his desperation. âPlease, YN. Iâll do anything. Iâll give you all the space you need. Iâll be patient, I swear. Iâll wait as long as it takes. But donât walk away from me. Please.â
She didnât respond immediately. The storm had drowned out every thought, every hesitation in her mind, but there was still one thing she knew for certain: she couldnât let him go. Not yet. She wasnât ready. Not when her heart was still so tangled up in him, so unable to let go of the person he had once been to her.
âI need time,â she repeated softly, her voice barely audible against the pounding rain. âI need to think, Harry. Please, just⌠just go inside. I canâtââ She couldnât finish the sentence, not without breaking apart completely.
Harry nodded, his face a picture of heartbreaking understanding. His heart was in pieces, but he was willing to wait, willing to do whatever it took to prove that he could make things right. Without another word, he turned toward the house, slowly, unwilling to leave her in the storm but knowing that he had to respect her need for space.
YN watched him go, her heart heavy in her chest, torn between love and hurt, between forgiveness and anger. The rain continued to pour, and as she stood there, feeling the cold seep into her bones, she wondered if they would ever find their way back to each otherâor if this was the beginning of the end.
The night had felt like an eternity. Each minute stretched on, filled with haunting thoughts and the pounding rhythm of YNs heart. Her mind was tangled in knots, the anger still burning bright, but beneath it all, there was an undercurrent of something she couldnât deny: the love she still had for Harry. It was the kind of love that had once felt so pure, so easy, but now felt fractured, jagged, like trying to hold onto a shattered glass piece that was bleeding into her heart.
She hadnât been able to sleep. The past few days, the pain, the betrayal, the angerâit all swirled together in a mess that made her restless. Harryâs words from the night beforeâthe desperate, raw apologyâreplayed over and over again in her mind, like a broken record. And yet, each time she thought of it, the hurt crept back in. She had tried to push it away, tried to convince herself that she could ignore it, but the reality was that she couldnât. Not when the memories of their love, of their happy moments, still clung to her like the scent of his cologne.
But it wasnât just the hurt she was feeling. There was something else, something deeper, something that felt too real to ignore. She couldnât escape the way her heart still responded to Harry, no matter how hard she tried.
As the morning light began to filter through the windows, YN could no longer stay in the silence of her room. She had to see him. She had to confront everything that had happened and, maybeâjust maybeâfind a way to heal. But even as the desire to see him grew stronger, there was still that gnawing uncertainty. Could she really trust him again? Could she really forgive him for what had happened?
The house was quiet as she made her way down the stairs, the soft creak of the wooden steps echoing in the otherwise still air. The soft hum of the morning felt foreign against the heaviness that weighed on her shoulders, but she ignored it, pushing forward. When she stepped outside, the cold hit her like a rush, but it was nothing compared to the chill in her heart.
The lake was quiet, still as glass, the air thick with the faint scent of damp earth and fresh water. And there, sitting on the grass at the edge of the lake, was Harry. His posture was slumped, his shoulders drooped, as though the weight of the world was resting on him. The sight of him in this state, so broken and vulnerable, pulled at her heart in ways she couldnât explain.
He looked so small, so lost.
For a moment, YN stood there, watching him. She wasnât sure what to do, what to say. But as she watched him, she realized that she couldnât stay away. Not anymore. She had to speak. She had to let him know how much he had hurt her, but also how much she still cared, despite everything.
Her footsteps were quiet on the soft earth as she made her way toward him. Harry didnât look up immediately, but she could see the slight twitch of his head as if he felt her presence. His face was blank, his eyes staring out at the water, but there was something in the way he held himself that spoke volumes.
YN stopped just a few feet away, standing still as the silence stretched between them. For what felt like an eternity, neither of them spoke. The tension was thick, palpable, like a heavy fog.
Finally, she couldnât stand it anymore. The silence, the uncertainty. She had to break it.
âI donât even know where to start, Harry,â she said, her voice trembling just slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to protect herself from the rawness of the moment. âYou hurt me. You really hurt me. And I donât know if I can ever forget what you said to me. What you did to us.â
Harry flinched, as if each word she spoke cut through him. He finally lifted his head, his red-rimmed eyes meeting hers. There was guilt in those eyes, raw and undeniable. His voice came out barely above a whisper.
âIâm sorry, YNN. Iâm so sorry. I canât even begin to explain how much I regret everything. I was angry, and I was drunk, and I didnâtââ He cut himself off, his hands shaking as he clenched them into fists at his sides. âI never meant to hurt you. Not like that. Youâre everything to me, YNN. You always have been.â
YN took a deep breath, her chest tight with the conflicting emotions. She wanted to stay angry, to protect herself from the pain heâd caused, but she couldnât deny that his words, his remorse, were hitting something deep inside her. It wasnât enough to erase the hurt, but it was a start. She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw how broken he was. He was a man who had made a mistake, but he was also a man who still cared for her.
âI donât want to feel like this anymore,â she whispered, her voice breaking. âI donât want to live in the hurt and the anger. I want to move past this, but I need to know that youâll never do this again. I need to know that youâre willing to fight for us.â
Harryâs eyes welled up, the emotion overwhelming him. He reached out then, taking her hand gently, almost like he was afraid she might pull away. âI swear to you, YNN. Iâll fight for us. Iâll fight for you. Iâll do whatever it takes to make this right. Iâll spend every single day proving to you that youâre worth more than anything, more than the stupid mistakes Iâve made. You mean everything to me.â
YNâs breath caught in her throat. It was impossible to ignore the depth of his words, the rawness in his voice. But it wasnât just the words that got to her; it was the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability that he rarely showed anyone, let alone her.
She stepped closer to him, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She had been so angry, so broken, but looking at him now, she realized that she couldnât just walk away.
âI want to believe you, Harry,â she whispered, her voice shaking. âI really do. But I need time. I need time to heal, to trust you again.â
Harryâs face softened, relief flooding through him. âI understand. Take all the time you need. Iâll be here, every step of the way. Iâll prove to you that Iâm worth it. That weâre worth it.â
And in that moment, everything felt a little bit clearer. The storm inside her had not fully subsided, but the clouds were beginning to part, and the sun was starting to peek through. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and in one slow, careful motion, she placed her hand on his chest. The steady beat of his heart under her palm was a reminder of how much he still cared.
âIâm willing to try,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. âIâm willing to try if you promise me that youâll never let me go again.â
Harryâs eyes shone with tears, and he pulled her into his arms, his hands cupping her face gently as he kissed her forehead, his lips brushing softly over her skin. âI promise you, YNN. Iâll never let you go. Youâre my everything. I love you.â
YN closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her. She hadnât been sure if she could forgive him, if she could ever move past the hurt. But standing here in his arms, feeling his heart beat against hers, she realized that love wasnât always easy. It wasnât always simple. But it was worth fighting for.
âI love you too,â she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the world around them felt a little less heavy, a little less uncertain. The future was still unclear, but for the first time in a long time, they both had hope.
Theyâll be alright.
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Geriatric Millennial | Rooster x Reader
Bradley loves all things '90s. You don't completely understand it, but you appreciate his spirit.
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Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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There were certain scenarios that became normal over time when you were in a relationship with a man more then ten years your elder. Sometimes you didn't understand certain movie references. Slang words and jokes occasionally went over your head. He and his friends would often reminisce about trends you'd never witnessed. But Bradley never made you feel bad about it, and you never called him an old-timer unless you were joking.
You were used to these things, but nothing quite prepared you for what you saw when you got home from work. Bradley was relaxing on the couch in something that looked like a bright blue, full body straitjacket with some random vintage headphones on his head.
"What the fuck?" you muttered, inching closer when you realized he was listening to music and hasn't spotted you yet. You glanced around the room, trying to locate the source of disturbing chattering sound that just started, and you tripped over a hard, black ball.
Bradley looked up at you with a smile. "Hey, you're home early." He quickly stood in his weird, fleece outfit and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you leaned away.
"What on earth is happening here?" you asked, standing frozen as he pulled his headphones off.
"What are you talking about?" He looked puzzled by your words but not by all of the weird things in the living room.Â
"I'm talking about what you're wearing. And the robotic voice!"
"Oh," he laughed. "This is just my Snuggie."
"Your what?"
He glanced down at himself. "My Snuggie? I found it in a box of my stuff from highschool."
You were still so confused. "What's a Snuggie? And what is that weird sound?"
When his gaze fell to something fuzzy and brown on the couch, you jerked back in shock. "You mean my Furby?"
You glared at the critter and it's enormous, evil eyes. "Is that one of those things from that '80s Gremlins movie you're obsessed with?"
He barked out a laugh like you'd just said the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life. "Baby, no. It's not a Gremlin. It's just a Furby. But imagine if Furby manufactured replica Gremlins... Would have been fascinating." It was starting to sound like he was speaking a foreign language. "I was just listening to Chumbawamba on my Discman and playing with my pogs and my Tomagachi. I literally forgot the Furby was even here."
You were sure you were gaping at him like he had two heads as you reached up to run your palm across his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
"Huh? No, but I did eat a Kudos bar I found in the box, so I might potentially have an upset stomach later. But it was worth it."
After you pinched the bridge of your nose, you asked, "I'm sorry, but what did you say you were listening to?"
"Tubthumping. By Chumbawamba. You know it, don't you? Pissing the night away, pissing the night away. I get knocked down...." He looked at you in wide eyed shock. "You don't know that song? How is that possible?"
You didn't want to tell him that Chumba whatever wasn't a word. And neither was Snuggie. Not when he looked so adorably baffled. You stroked your fingers across his forehead and down his cheek as you shook your head.
"No, I don't know that song, because I'm not forty like you are. And you look kind of alarming in this thing." You pinched the fleece fabric and pulled it away from his body.
"It's my Snuggie," he muttered. "It was from an Infomercial."
"I don't know what that means." He gasped and you started laughing. "But I would love to sit down with you while you explain it to me. As long as you don't make me eat something from the late 1900s."
He took your hand in his bigger one and and led you toward the couch and the demonic looking Furby. "Okay, but first, you need to listen to this CD. Because Jake told me Chumbawamba is a guilty pleasure, but it's actually really good."
About twenty minutes later, you were wrapped up in the Snuggie, enveloped in softness and Bradley's lingering body warmth. "I love this thing," you told him, burying your face in the fleece. "And yes, Chumbawamba is good, but I like Hoobastank better. And I'm really sorry I accidentally kicked your Magic 8 ball across the floor."
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your cheek as you skipped a track on his Discman. "That's okay. Hey, do you want to learn how to play pogs? The best part is, I'm not sure there are actually any rules at all."
"Sure," you said with a shrug. "Why the hell not? As long as you lock that Furby away and never let it out ever again."
"Heard."
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David Gaider on Dorian, under a cut for length:
"Now this is a fun one. It's no big secret I have a lot of feelings about Dorian, not least of which because he was my first (and only) gay male companion. There's a lot more to him than that, of course (as there should be), and it was quite a trip. So let's go! Now, DAI is a story all its own, but I'm sticking to the characters. In this case, back at the beginning, the writers were going to try something new: we were going to let the artists take a more active role in the companion creation process. Why? Because not doing so had caused a lot of problems. See, here's the thing: writers and artists speak two different languages. When talking about characters, we talk about their story. Who they are. What they want. We'd write up these briefs, huge and full of information... but it was never the information the artists needed. They wanted visual cues. I don't mean describing their appearance. Sure, we'd usually provide that, especially if there was a story case to be made, but often the artists vetoed us on appearance stuff anyhow so meh. No, I mean they looked for visual language while we tended to only talk about who the characters *were*. What would happen is they'd hone in on something visual in our write-up not intended to be a focus. The first write-up for Anders in DA2, for instance, mentioned he was "haggard" after his journey... and the first concept we got was this pale, shriveled man. "What... is this?" "YOU SAID HAGGARD!" đ
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"That was the other trick: sometimes when we DID try to be more descriptive, we had to be extra cautious because the words could be interpreted very differently. You encounter this recording VO, too. A VO note says "hysterical" and you *meant* "really upset" but the actor read "scream like a banshee" Thus this caused problems, like I said. The artists would struggle, sometimes conjuring details just to give the character *something* but which would change the character... and, to us, the character was created. Done. We were already invested, probably already writing them. Something had to give. So this time we wrote a bunch of character briefs - but short. One paragraph. We stuck to vibes and the *emotions* we wanted the concepts to evoke. And we didn't name them. They got titles like "Slick Con Man" or "Ice Queen", so we wouldn't get too attached. Then we handed these off to the artists. And it worked nicely. The ones that just weren't inspiring we'd discard, no problem. The others had juice... and the artists felt free to play and offer lots of variations because we weren't set on anything yet. A lot of times, what they produced ended up inspiring US. It was a neat back-and-forth."
"This is what led to Dorian, in fact. He came from a short write-up entitled "Rock Star Mage" and it really boiled down to "I'm cool and I know I'm cool, so take that you cretins". And just like that, the first sketches (by Casper Konefal, I think? I bet I'm wrong) were all amazing. Instant fire. Me: "He looks kind of like... Freddie Mercury?" Him: "Is that bad?" Me: "NO ARE YOU KIDDING THIS IS AMAZING" Plus there was a monkey. Sadly, we had to lose the monkey. There were iterations to come, but this was really where Dorian was born: Tevinter mage, noble, savant, and too cool for school."
"When did he become gay? Not right away. Like I said elsewhere, we didn't talk romance and sexuality until after the concepts were more in place. But as we were brainstorming about why this hot shot mage left Tevinter, the idea DID come up that maybe it was because he was gay. Not directly, however. Homophobia isn't really a thing in Thedas, after all, so at first blush I didn't think that could work. "Rich kid gets kicked out of the house for being gay" wasn't a trope I wanted to explore. But, then again, magister families in Tevinter are *obsessed* with the appearance of perfection, so...? Any deviation from the "norm" is considered scandal-worthy. It said weakness. It said you couldn't control your house. Now... THAT had real promise. The writing pit discussed it a lot. So I think it's fair to say that the gay fairy was already circling Dorian even before we got to the romance talk. I think it's also fair to say that the rest of the team realized I low-key wanted to write him, because when everyone started calling dibs, who was left standing for me? (I pick last, remember.) I gleefully snatched him up and got to work... ...about six months later. I was very busy at the time. đ
That late start meant I had to design and write VERY quickly. And I did. Somehow, though, this one... it came easily. "Catty gay man" isn't digging very deep, no surprise to anyone who knows me, and it had an extra layer of being so fun because Dorian was confident. He sparred verbally. I loved it."
"There was more to it, however. The conflict between Dorian and his father... ugh, how do I say this? Let's be clear: Dorian's story is not MY story, but it's also not far off. I wrote the entire confrontation scene in one go. After I was done, I probably cried harder than I ever have in my life. đŤ I was unsure whether it was any good, however. I just didn't feel objective. I passed it over to Cori May - my friend but also Dorian's editor - and asked her to please tell me and be honest. She read it. She walked into my office after, tears streaming down her face, and just nodded. "It's good." Here's the thing. Not everyone is going to agree with this, but: I don't think a writer NEEDS to be a minority in order to write a minority. Sometimes those characters should simply exist, and we want them to. But if that character's story is ABOUT their experience as a minority? That's different. Dorian's story didn't need to revolve around his sexuality - and, honestly, it only did so as a tangent to his family issue, but they're so bound together it's probably irrelevant to split them - but my writing him meant it could be. It allowed me to SAY something. That felt good. It felt right. Ramon Tikaram came on board after a lengthy casting process (so many British Indian accents, oh god). I sat in on a few recording sessions... the confrontation scene, though? Ramon: *says line* Me: (curled up on a nearby sofa in fetal position) *shaky thumbs up* Caroline: "Yep. Great work, Ramon!""
"Dorian's sexuality isn't all he's about, but that's certainly how some viewed it. When the character was announced in 2014, his being gay was mentioned as the last of a number of points, and the instant response from some gamers was to act as if we'd called a press conference just to say THAT. đ It was annoying. Still is. Overall, however, the reaction to Dorian was very positive. The number of straight men who said they romanced him still pleases me. The number of fans who privately contacted me who'd been through conversion therapy, some who said Dorian helped them survive? Well. Gosh. đ I did write him for Trespasser - though I hear that a late scope cut meant every conversation had been chopped by 1/3rd or more, and that meant a lot of nuance lost. Which is sad, if true, because it sounds like the result of that left some Dorian romancers a bit cold. Such is how game dev rolls. đ If you need more proof of how it was hard for me to let go of him, a short story I wrote after Trespasser came out where Dorian has a bit of closure with his dead father: medium.com/@davidgaider... So yeah. He'll always be my boi. And I'll always be thankful Bio gave me this opportunity. â¤ď¸"
[source thread]
User: "I'm not going to lie, it's hard to take my mind off Dorian almost having a monkey." David Gaider: "If by âalmostâ you mean there was a picture of a monkey that the concept artist put there as a whim, and which would almost certainly have taken more cinematics and modeling time to put in than we could ever afford⌠then yes. đ" [source]
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We're sitting at the table I'm glaring at them. These heroes ("The Big Three" as they are known in the industry) are questioning me? ME? They're questioning ME???
These motherfuckers made me come to the Cape Crusaders big, tacky mansion to justify my actions to them?
The thing that pisses me off the most about their reservations is the fact that what I do IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT than anything they could possibly do. These idiots just punch bad guys in the face and send them to prison, just so they can escape and start the cycle over from scratch.
I've already saved so many more lives than they ever will. I've made more of a positive impact on this planet than anyone will ever know.
Because my power is to stop disasters, and the most effective way to do that is to prevent them.
No one knows how many wars I've stopped before they began, how many diseases I found vaccines for before they became epidemics, how many cities and countries I've helped create infrastructure for so they could avoid being over run by natural disasters.
And my job is made even more difficult than it sounds because no one can truly fathom how bad things would be if I don't use my powers. I have to fight ppl tooth and nail to get it anything to happen because they don't know how bad it'll be if it's not acted on.
No one sees what I see. They don't feel what I feel. They'll never know the particular ache in my chest that somehow has has an entire narrative wrapped in it whenever a potential disaster hits me. An ache that is so powerful that it's made my knees buckle multiple times.
And the feeling doesn't dissipate until the disaster is fully prevented. It means that when I know something needs to be done, I have to make sure it's dealt with, or-
It's destroying me in a way. Doing so much, all the time, with no compensation or recognition.
The heroes at least know about my powers and know that I have nipped a bunch of really bad shit in the bud.
The villains thing has come up before and it's irritating. For years I thought it was because they were lazy and just were angling for help over shit that I didn't have time for, and in the big picture, didn't matter. Asking for even more help than I already provide.
I'm at my limit already.
But looking at these three at this table in this enormous, extravagant kitchen, it hits me how wrong I am.
These heroes don't have my powers. They can't foresee and stop disasters. For all they know, these clowns that rob banks and occasionally attack and murder people, could cause major disasters down the line. I'm not perfect, I can't stop all disasters. I have to sleep and eat and work a fucking day job.
I still feel residual aches from time to time for every disaster I've failed to stop.
They aren't trying to get more free work out of me, they're trying their best to figure out what villains can do major damage in the future.
They're scared.
"So, the way my powers work," I say while leaning back in my chair, "is that at some point, I know something will go from being an issue to a problem to a disaster. I can only intervene when I know it'll be disastrous, otherwise I can't use my powers, it's like they don't exist. Until something goes over the thresh hold of becoming a potential disaster, it's like I have no powers at all."
"How do you know when a disaster is going to happen? Is it like a vision?"
"It's more internal than that- it's like a feeling I guess...I'm not sure how to articulate it."
Huh, no one has ever bothered to ask me anything specific about my powers or the work I do. I don't have a lot of answers if they keep prodding.
"So, yeah, it's not that I'm neutral to villains, it's just all of the ones you guys been dealing with don't-" I yawned "- don't give me that feeling. I'll let you know if it changes."
I put my head in my hands. Fuck, I'm so tired. It's not like I can stop being a hero, I see the alternate world where I don't intervene, I feel it. But I'm so, so tired.
"Go take a nap."
My head shoots up, "What?"
The Masked Crusader (dumb ass name btw, just like his dumbass mansion) says it again, "Go take a nap. I'll make us all dinner. Go use my guest room and pass out for a bit.
Damn it, did I say I was tired out loud? Or was mind reading one of his superpowers? I can't remember, things have been so overwhelming recently, my memory is shot.
"No, the Masked Crusader can't read minds, that's me" Brainiac says.
Oh. Shit. Right.
"We just, we see you burning out, let us support you for once," chimed in the Singing Banshee.
This was not how I was expecting this conversation to go AT ALL.
Banshee continues, "You've got a lot of walls up, probably from years of running yourself into the ground saving thousands of people without any help. So, we're now going to help you."
"That's not a request by the way," the Masked Crusader says as he slides me a glass of water. "We're doing it whether you like it or not."
Shit, I hadn't even realized I was thirsty. Have I drank any water at all today?
And then *BOOM* I get hit with it- the feeling of an impending but preventable disaster. But it's different than any other disasters I "felt" before.
It's me... It's me, in the near future, collapsing and being unable to do anything about, well anything. I won't be able to stop future disasters, hell, I won't be able to function. And the only way to prevent it was to lean on these people.
This is a lot.
I chugged the rest of the water and wiped my mouth.
"Ok, thanks..." I whispered.
It's too much to think about right now. It's too much to feel right now. I'm not used to, I don't know, being taken care of. I don't know how to be supported.
I'll figure out a way to properly navigate this later. Right now I need to lay the hell down.
You're a superhero who specializes exclusively in stopping disasters. The other heroes just don't understand why you need to remain neutral to the villainsâŚ
#autobio#it's 5am time for me to lay down#proud#creative writing#writing#burn out#mental health#writing prompt
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Unspoken Understandings
part 2 to âShattered Silenceâ (Jayce Talis x reader)
Part 1
Summary: After that fateful night in the lab both ,Jayce and you, have been unsure how to address the sudden shift in your dynamic. However, sometimes all it takes is a certain yordle to force Jayce to take a break from his work and leave the lab.
Warnings: none, no spoilers for s2, no canon plot, a good amount of domestic fluff
Notes: I am really REALLY surprised about how much love âShattered Silenceâ has received and hope that you enjoy this follow up just as much. <3 Once again , this has been written in my notes app, I hope I didnât miss any mistakes.
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The days after the break-in were a blur of frantic packing and moving. You had to find a new place fastânothing too fancy, just something safe, something that could hold your things and the remaining bits of your research. But the weight of it all pressed down on you, your muscles aching from days spent running between your old and new apartment. You didnât have the luxury of time to process what had happened the night you stormed into the lab, or even think much about him.
But the nightsâŚ
The nights were when you couldnât stop thinking about how, despite everything, Jayce had held you. How, for a brief moment, you had leaned into him without fear of rejection. Youâd allowed yourself to feel vulnerable, and he hadnât pushed you away.
Now, you found yourself trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your chest every time you thought about him, but the silence between you both felt suffocating.
Meanwhile, Jayce had buried himself in his work. The breakthrough heâd been chasing for months was nearly within reach, and that goal, that obsession, kept him up at night. But even as his mind raced with equations and possibilities, something nagged at himâa thought that he couldnât shake, no matter how hard he tried.
It had started that night when you had collapsed into his arms, your trembling form clinging onto him like a lifeline. The way your body had felt in his embrace, how you had allowed him to hold and comfort you⌠something about it just felt right. And the days since? It was almost like he couldn't think straight without you. Your presence had become something he couldnât quite get out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, your face would appearâraw, vulnerable, but somehow more real than anything else in his life.
But what exactly was that thing between you? Was it something real, or just the aftershock of an unexpected and stressful situation? Jayce couldnât even bring himself to ask.
---
It was late when Heimerdinger found him pacing in the lab, his mind so tangled in equations that the pieces didnât seem to fit anymore.
âYouâre working too hard, Jayce.â Heimerdingerâs voice was calm, but there was a quiet insistence behind it. He hadnât seen the young inventor so distracted in what felt like ages.
Jayce, who had been scribbling furiously on a piece of paper, didnât even look up. âIâm close to figuring this out. I just need a few more adjustments,â he said, but his voice lacked the usual tone of conviction.
Heimerdinger tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze studying the younger man. It didnât take long for him to figure out the nature of the inventorâs problems. âYou were always quick to tell me how distracting it was when you were around her. How you could hardly think clearly when she was near.â Heimerdinger spoke , a nonchalant tone covering up the intention behind his statement.
Jayce froze, his pen hovering mid-air. He couldnât remember ever having said that, but since the incident the times of feeling annoyed by you felt so far away. He wouldnât be surprised if it was true. That really had been how heâd felt around you, hadnât it? You had always found a way of breaking through his concentration, making him second-guess his thoughts and decisions.
But now? He didnât feel distracted anymore. The thought of you didnât pull him away from his workâit was more like you were... quieting the noise in his mind. Every time he thought about you, his thoughts slowed, calmed. The gears in his brain didnât spin at a hundred miles per hour anymore. They⌠rested.
Sighing, Jayce met Heimerdingerâs knowing gaze. "Itâs not the same,â he said, his voice quieter now, unsure. âItâs... different.â
Heimerdinger gave him a pointed look, crossing his arms behind his back as he looked up at the young man. âYouâve been working non-stop for days, Jayce. Sometimes the best breakthroughs come when we step away from the work for a little while. Youâre going to burn yourself out if you keep this up."
Jayce opened his mouth to argue, but Heimerdinger was already walking toward the door. âIâm forcing you out of here. Take a break. Go see her,â he said, an almost cheerful tone in his voice. And with that, he was gone.
Jayce sat in stunned silence for a moment, the yordleâs words hanging in the air. Go see her? If he was honest to himself, he hadnât even thought about it. A part of his mind harbouring a feeling of anxiousness regarding the inevitable confrontation. But something in Heimerdingerâs voice made him hesitate. It was as if the older man had seen through all the layers of self-doubt Jayce had buried himself under.
With the scrape of his chair he stood up. He needed to get out of the lab. He needed to breathe. He needed to see you.
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It wasnât hard to find your new place. Jayce had always been able to track down anything and anyone, with easeâPiltover wasnât exactly a large city after all.
But as he stood outside your new apartment, his stomach churned. The weight of everything he had avoided saying hung over him like a dark storm cloud. He had no idea how this would play outâwhat could he even say? That he hadnât been able to think straight since the night youâd come to him? That heâd wanted to be there for you, but had no clue how to navigate what had happened between you both?
But before he could completely lose his nerve, the door to the apartment opened, and you appeared.
You looked⌠tired. Your hair was pulled back in a messy up-do, and your shirt was slightly wrinkled, but there was something comforting about the chaos surrounding you. Not wanting to stare , his golden eyes quickly drifting to the space behind you. It was clearly your place now, your sanctuary, but it was still a work in progress.
You saw him before he could even open his mouth to say anything, and a flicker of surprise crossed your face. âJayce? What are youââ
âIâuh, I came to check on you,â he said, running a hand through his hair, suddenly awkward. His nervous gaze switching back and forth between you and the wood on your door. âSee how youâre doing⌠with the new place and everything.â
You raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, allowing him to enter. âWell,â you said with a tired half-smile, âitâs been a lot of work. Still donât know where half my things are.â
Jayce chuckled as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His mind reeling at how your presence suddenly made him feel less anxious, like he didnât have to carry his burdens anymore . Not here, not now.
You motioned toward a pile of boxes in the corner of the living room, your smile sheepish, almost apologetic. âYou wouldnât happen to be good at putting together furniture, would you?â
Without a second thought, Jayce was moving toward the pile, rolling up his sleeves with a quiet determination. âI can manage,â he said with a grin, glancing back at you. âBut only if you promise not to laugh at my attempts.â
You smirked, feeling a flicker of warmth in your chest. âNo promises,â you teased, but there was a lightness in your voice now where tiredness had been before.
For the next few hours, the two of you worked side by side, not really talking, but filling the space between you with easy silence. There was something almost intimate in the simplicity of itâa shared task, each moment feeling like it stitched something new into the fabric of your newfound connection. The screech of a screwdriver, the soft clink of metal against wood, and the occasional, shared chuckle when one of you fumbledâit was like you were building something together, but not just the furniture. It was this. Whatever it was that had started to grow between you.
You worked in rhythm, so comfortable with him that it didnât even feel strange. You caught yourself looking up at him a few times, watching the way he moved, how the muscles in his arms flexed when assembling the pieces and silently admiring the way the light caught the lines of his face. Jayce wasnât just the scientist, the bold, sometimes aloof figure you'd knownâhere, in this space, he felt⌠real. Vulnerable, even. The arrogant mask you had become so accustomed to had slipped away, leaving only the person beneath. And for the first time, you saw him as someone who was just as human as you.
When the last piece of furniture was assembled, both of you collapsed onto the couch. The apartment was still a mess, but somehow, it felt more like home now. After hours of unpacking, moving boxes, and trying to make sense of the chaos, you and Jayce had both reached a kind of quiet, shared exhaustion. There was something about the way the late afternoon light filtered through the windowsâgolden and warmâthat made everything feel a little less overwhelming.
Jayce was beside you on the couch, leaning back against the cushions with his sleeves still rolled up, hair unkempt and his face still a little flushed from the work. Normally, by now youâd be bickering with each other, exchanging sarcastic remarks til one of you would have enough and storm out of the room. But ever since your distraught form had stormed into his lab, that usual dynamic was missing. The crackling back-and-forth had faded into something quieter, something more... honest.
âSo, this is it, huh?â you said, glancing around the room. It was a mix of completed and incomplete, a snapshot of a new beginning. âStill a long way to go, but... itâs getting there.â
Jayce surveyed the room, his gaze lingering on the boxes and the half-finished furniture scattered around. âItâs... definitely not what I expected,â he said, his lips twitching into a smile. âYou still got a ton of stuff for someone who has been robbed.â You laughed lightly, but it wasnât a tense laugh like it would have been just a few days ago. It was more... genuine.
The silence stretched a little longer, and you found yourself thinking about how easily you used to hide behind the jabs and insults. You had both spent so much time pretendingâpretending that you couldnât stand each other, pretending like there was nothing more beneath the surface. But nevertheless, despite years of constant back and forth, Jayce had been the one your heart had led you to when your mind was in a state of absolute panic.
âYou know, Iâve spent a lot of time pretending,â you said softly, looking at him from the corner of your eye. âPretending like we couldnât get along, pretending like I didnât... care.â
Jayceâs eyes flicked over to you, something unreadable in his gaze. For a moment, he didnât respond, allowing the truth to settle between you.
âI think I was pretending, too,â he said finally, his voice low and honest. âPretending I didnât want... this.â He gestured loosely between you two, his hand hovering in the air, as if the words were more difficult to articulate than the feelings behind them.
There it was. That truth you had both danced around for so long. And now, it didnât feel awkward. It felt like a breath you both had been holding ever since Jayce had comforted you that fateful night, waiting for the right moment to exhale.
You turned toward him, your body instinctively moving closer. You didnât have to think about it. The space between you was just too small now, too important to leave empty. As if by reflex, your hand reached out, softly brushing his arm, letting your fingers rest gently against his. The touch was tentative at first but you felt him respond instantlyâhis hand turning slightly, his fingers seeking yours, meeting you halfway.
It was subtle, a small connection that sent a rush of warmth through you. Neither of you said anything. The words didnât feel necessary anymore. Jayce shifted a little, his knee brushing against yours, his hand gently drawing you closer. He wasnât in a rush. You werenât either. But as the space between you closed even more, something shifted, and you both knew the moment was right.
Jayceâs thumb traced along the back of your hand, his touch light but deliberate. Slowly, he turned toward you, his body leaning in, and you could feel his breath on your lips before his mouth even touched yours. It wasnât a desperate move, but one full of quiet intent, like this was something that had been building between you for far too long.
His lips met yours gently at firstâjust a soft brush, testing, as though waiting for you to pull away. But you didnât. Neither of you did. The kiss deepened, slowly, naturally. His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your head slightly as his other hand slid around your waist, his electric touch finding its way underneath your shirt, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body against yours felt so right, so easy, just like it had back in the lab when he had shielded you from your troubles, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You melted into him. There was no rush, no hesitation now. Just the soft pressure of his lips on yours, the tender way his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as if memorizing the feel of of your skin underneath his fingertips.
When you pulled back, there was no immediate rush to fill the space with words. The air between you felt charged, but in a quiet, intimate way. You both breathed deeply, your lips tingling from the kiss, your pulse still racing a marathon in your chest.
Jayceâs hand lingered on your waist, his thumb absently tracing circles on your skin. âGuess we donât have to pretend to not like each other anymore,â he murmured, his voice hushed, almost unsure, like the weight of everything was finally settling in. You shook your head slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as your hand found his again. âNo. I guess not.â
Jayce leaned back into the couch, his body angled closer to yours now. His eyes twinkled with that familiar teasing glint, but there was something new in the way he looked at you. Something lighter. âSo, dinner? I think Iâve earned it.â
You chuckled, your fingers still intertwined with his as you stood. âYouâve already helped me move half my furniture, Jayce. Youâre definitely sticking around.â
He flashed you a relaxed grin, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied sigh. âGuess I donât have a choice.â
Letting go of his hand, you turned toward the kitchen, starting to gather ingredients, and Jayce followed you, leaning in just enough to rest his chin on your shoulder. âNeed any help?â
You glanced at him with a smile. âUnless youâve got a Hextech gadget to chop vegetables, Iâve got it under control.â
Jayce chuckled and stepped back, settling in at the table as you started to prepare a meal. There was something comforting in his quiet presence, in the easy rhythm of the evening. You moved around each other effortlessly, the space between you filled with warmth rather than words.
Soon enough, you set the table and sat down together, the simple meal feeling more like a shared moment than just food. Jayce took a bite, then raised an eyebrow in approval. âIâm impressed. Didnât expect you to be this good at it.â
You laughed, your fingers brushing his as you reached for your drink. âIâm full of surprises.â He smiled at that, his eyes lingering on your face , as if trying to capture the moment.
After dinner, you started to clear the table and do the dishes when Jayce moved to help. You smiled and gently took the dish towel from his hands. âIâve got this,â you said softly. He gave you a mock pout in return. âI was just getting into it.â Looking up at him, you smiled fondly at his behaviour. âYouâve done enough for today.â
Jayce stepped closer, golden eyes soft as his hand reached out for the towel again. âI donât mind,â he murmured, his warmth filling the tiny space of your kitchen and wrapping around you like a safety blanket.
âThanks,â you whispered, cheeks burning with a soft blush as you suddenly felt the quiet comfort of his presence in a way that made everything else feel far away.
Jayce leaned in to brush a kiss against your forehead, light but sincere. âAnytime.â
And just like that, everything felt perfectly in place.
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1800-Curse-Control || Lilia Vanrouge
You decide to open a hotline for curing curses with Lilia. It goes exactly how you imagined it wouldâmaybe even a little better.
âLilia,â you said, rubbing your temples as you leaned against the counter in Ramshackleâs disaster of a kitchen. âGrimâs eating me out of house and home, literally. If I canât afford the repairs soon, the roof will cave in. But all he cares about is premium tuna! Do you know how much that stuff costs?â
Lilia, who was casually floating upside down for no apparent reason, looked entirely too entertained. âAh, the plight of a homeowner,â he said, grinning. âWhy not turn your misfortune into opportunity? Iâve been told I have exceptional customer service skills, and Iâve been dreadfully bored. Letâs open a hotline for removing curses!â
You blinked at him. âA hotline. For curing curses.â
âYes, my dear beastie,â he said, flipping upright midair and landing gracefully. âThink about it! This school is crawling with fools who drink unlabeled potions, poke magical artifacts, and anger vengeful spirits just for sport. Youâd be rich in a week!â
ââŚI hate how much sense that actually makes.â
âItâs a foolproof plan,â Lilia continued, already pulling a notepad from somewhere to scribble down ideas. âIâll handle the exorcisms and the cackling, naturally. You, my dear entrepreneur, can be the charming face of the operation. Weâll call itâhmmââCurse-B-Gone.ââ
âAbsolutely not.â
âFine, âHex Hotline.ââ
You considered it. On one hand, it sounded completely ridiculous. On the other hand, there was that third-year who accidentally swapped his voice with a frogâs last week and the freshmen who kept mysteriously sprouting feathers.
ââŚHow much are we charging?â
âAh-ha! I knew youâd come around!â Lilia said, clapping his hands together. âLetâs see, weâll need tiers. Minor hex removal? Hundred thaumarks. Major cursesâhair-growing hexes, spontaneous transformation cursesâthose will start at Five Hundred.â
âAnd what about something, like, really bad? What if someoneâs whole body turns into a pumpkin or something?â
âThatâs a premium package. One thousand thaumarks.â
You nodded slowly. âOkay. Okay, Iâm in. But if this flops, youâre buying Grimâs tuna for the next month.â
Lilia smirked, his fangs glinting mischievously. âDeal.â
By the end of the day, youâd set up a magical hotline using some weird orb Lilia âborrowedâ from the library, a vaguely threatening poster campaign across the campus (âCursed? Hexed? A jackal-headed god show up at your dorm? Call us!â), and a suspiciously well-stocked supply of anti-curse materials Lilia claimed were âleftoversâ from his youth.
You werenât sure whether to feel excited or like youâd just signed up for the most bizarre mistake of your life. Either way, you couldnât wait to see how this would go down.
The orb hotline rang for the first time, glowing ominously on the rickety desk in Ramshackle. You and Lilia exchanged glances.
âAnswer it!â he whispered, like this was some spy mission and not a cursed customer service line.
With a deep breath, you picked it up. âUh⌠Hello, this is the Cursed and Confused Hotline. How can weââ
âYOU HAVE TO HELP ME!â Aceâs voice screamed on the other end. âHEâS GOING TO KILL ME THIS TIME!â
You winced, holding the orb away from your ear. âAce? What happened?â
âI DONâT KNOW! I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE TEA!â
âOkay, and?â
âAnd I mightâveâŚaccidentally used that weird sugar in the Heartslabyul pantry, the one that glows in the dark? And now Riddleâs head is covered in, likeâŚpeonies. Big, pink peonies. They keep growing whenever he gets mad, which, uh, is always.â
You slapped your forehead. âYou cursed your housewarden?!â
âI DIDNâT MEAN TO!â Ace wailed. âI thought it was sugar, not cursed fertilizer! Look, can you just fix this before he declares âoff with my headâ for real?â
âUgh, fine. Where are you now?â
âHiding in the rose bushes. He hasnât found me yet, but I think I heard him sharpening a guillotine.â
âClassic Heartslabyul,â Lilia said cheerfully, already packing his so-called emergency kit.
When you and Lilia arrived at Heartslabyul, it was pure chaos. Riddle stood in the center of the garden, his face as red as his hairâand also half-obscured by an explosion of giant pink peonies blooming out of his head like some cursed bouquet.
âTREY!â Riddle bellowed. âGET THE GARDEN SHEARS!â
Ace was crouched in a rose bush nearby, whispering frantically. âPlease tell me you brought an anti-cursed-flower spray or something!â
You ignored him and approached Riddle cautiously. âUh, Riddle? Youâve gotââ
âI KNOW WHAT I HAVE!â Riddle shrieked, a few more flowers blooming on his head. âI demand immediate remedy! Or elseââ
âWeâll fix it,â Lilia cut in, grinning like this was the most fun heâd had in centuries. âNow, letâs seeâŚâ He pulled a vial of glowing liquid from his kit. âThis should do the trick.â
âAre you sure?â you asked, eyeing the suspiciously fizzing vial.
âOf course not,â Lilia said, popping it open.
He dumped the liquid over Riddleâs head without warning. The flowers immediately shriveled up and disappeared.
Riddle blinked, touching his head in astonishment. ââŚItâs gone?â
âYouâre welcome,â Lilia said with a dramatic bow.
Ace peeked out from the bushes. âSoâŚheâs not mad anymore, right?â
Riddleâs death glare answered that question.
âRUN!â you yelled, dragging Ace out of the garden as Riddle shouted about punishment for âsugar crimes.â
Back at Ramshackle, you slumped against the desk. âWeâre never doing house calls again.â
Lilia just laughed. âOh, but the drama! I live for it!â
The hotline orb began glowing again, pulsing with a foreboding, bluish light.
You groaned. âIf this is Ace again, I swearââ
Lilia waved his hand. âCome now, itâs probably another entertaining disaster! Answer it!â
You reluctantly picked up. âCursed and Confused Hotline. Whatâs yourââ
âFIX. THIS. NOW!â came Azulâs shrill, panicked voice.
You blinked. âAzul? Whatâsââ
âI CANâT EVEN DESCRIBE WHAT HEâS DONE THIS TIME!â
âOh, come on, Azul!â Floydâs voice cut in, cackling in the background. âItâs a masterpiece!â
âMasterpiece?â Azul screeched. âYou flooded the dining room and filled it withâWHY ARE THERE EELS IN THE SOUP POTS?â
âBecause itâs hilarious!â Floyd howled, clearly having the time of his life.
Jadeâs calm voice joined in, oozing politeness as always. âTo be fair, Floyd has a point. The eels are thriving in there.â
Azul sputtered like a broken faucet. âTHRIVING?! THEYâRE STEALING PEOPLEâS FOOD!â
âSounds efficient to me,â Floyd said. You could practically hear him smirking. âDinner and a show!â
Lilia perked up. âEels in soup pots? How creative!â
âDonât encourage him!â Azul barked. âDo you know how much it costs to repair the water damage heâs caused? The walls are dripping! The chandelier is dripping! I AM DRIPPING!â
âThatâs not cursed,â you said, trying to hide your amusement. âThatâs just Floyd beingâwell, Floyd.â
âOh, no, itâs cursed,â Azul hissed. âEvery time I try to remove the eels, the water level rises. Theyâre like aquatic squatters! Fix it or I swear Iâllââ
The sound of something massive splashing cut him off, followed by Floydâs uncontrollable laughter.
âHAHAHA! He slipped into the soup pot! Jade, did you see that?â
âI did,â Jade replied, his voice as smooth as ever. âIt was quite elegant.â
âAZULâS AN EEL NOW!â Floyd cried. âEel bros for life, baby!â
The orb started vibrating violently.
âGet. Over. Here. Now.â Azulâs voice was barely a whisper, the tone of someone seconds away from an aneurysm.
You sighed and grabbed your bag. âLetâs go before he implodes.â
When you arrived at Mostro Lounge, it was exactly what you expectedâand somehow worse. The entire dining area was flooded, eels swam lazily in the soup pots, and Azul was perched on a chair, drenched from head to toe and glaring murderously at Floyd, who was happily paddling through the water like it was his personal playground.
âFinally!â Azul barked, waving his wet hand. âDo something! Anything!â
Floyd, half-submerged in a soup pot, waved at you. âHey! You wanna join the eel party? First ruleâno rules!â
Lilia clapped his hands. âThis is magnificent chaos!â
Azul groaned, burying his face in his hands. âIâll double your pay if you fix this immediately.â
You glanced at Lilia, who was already pouring a suspiciously glowing liquid into the water.
âThis should work,â he said cheerfully.
The water started to drain, the eels vanished in puffs of smoke, and the room returned to normalâexcept for Floyd, who now floated upside down in midair, spinning like a cursed top.
âWhoa, this is AWESOME!â Floyd laughed, twirling like a maniac. âIâm a flying eel!â
Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you said âIâm charging you extra for emotional damages.â
The hotline orb flared up again, casting a frantic purple glow. You groaned, mid-sip of tea.
âI donât know if I can handle more insanity.â
Lilia, perched upside down on the couch, grinned. âNonsense! Chaos keeps the heart young. Answer it!â
Reluctantly, you picked it up. âCursed and Confused Hotline. What did you do, and how bad is it?â
âItâs me! Itâs Epel!â came the desperate, whisper-shouted voice of the Pomefiore freshman. âI need your helpâimmediately! Iâve got the worst curse of all on me.â
âWorst curse?â you asked, frowning. âWhatâs going on?â
âVil,â Epel said, voice shaking. âAnd Rook.â
â...Epel, those are people, not curses.â
âThey are when Vil finds out I repurposed his limited-edition face mask jars as apple cider mugs for the guys in Savanaclaw!â
Lilia burst into a delighted cackle. âOh, thatâs fantastic!â
âNot fantastic! Vilâs gonna flay me alive!â Epel hissed. âAnd Rookâs hunting me down like a rabbit in the woods. Please, ya gotta help!â
You tried not to laugh. âHow exactly do you want me to help? I canât exactlyââ
A loud thud echoed through the call, followed by Epel screaming, âHe found me! NO! PUT THAT BOW DOWN!â
âBonjour, my friend~!â Rookâs voice came through, as smooth as velvet and disturbingly cheerful. âAh, how beautiful the chase! Like a fox cornered by the hounds, our petit pomme has finally been found!â
âROOK, NO! DONâT HAND ME OVER!â
âOh, petit lapin,â Rook said, unbothered, âthe punishment will only make you stronger. Think of it as a trial by fire!â
âI DONâT WANT TO BE STRONGER, I WANNA BE ALIVE!â Epel shrieked.
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âRook, what exactly are you planning to do with him?â
âAh, worry not,â Rook replied. âI am but a humble messenger delivering him to justice. Vil has been most patient.â
âHE CALLED ME A PEASANT AND THREW A HEEL AT ME, THATâS PATIENT?â Epel howled.
Lilia leaned forward, thoroughly entertained. âRook, at least let us have a word with Epel before he meets his doom.â
âBut of course!â
âHELP ME!â Epel screamed the moment Rook handed him the phone. âDistract them, hex me, I dunno, CURSE ME INTO A TREE OR SOMETHINGââ
âEpel,â you said firmly, trying not to laugh, âyouâre going to have to face Vil eventually. Whatâs the worst he could do?â
âTHE WORST? Oh, I dunno, exile me to a skincare bootcamp for the rest of my natural life?â
Rookâs voice floated in. âImagine it, petit pomme: cleansing facials, detoxifying baths, and no more cider mugs. A new you!â
âYOU STAY OUTTA THIS!â
You sighed. âI can offer one thing.â
âAnything!â
âAn apology. I suggest you start practicing now.â
âAn apology?! I called Vilâs collection overhyped snake oil. Iâm DOOMED!â
âNot if you run fast enough,â Rook chimed in cheerfully. âShall we test your stamina?â
The call ended with Epelâs scream, followed by the distinct sound of someone bolting at full speed.
âWell,â Lilia said, smiling. âThat was worth every second.â
Jamilâs voice crackled through the orb strained and absolutely done.
"Hi, yeah, itâs me again."
You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess. Kalim tried to throw a party?"
"And Cater," Jamil growled, the sound of something crashing in the background. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to manage one chaos gremlin? Now imagine two. Theyâve cursed half the dormârandom objects are coming to life, and singing. And I donât mean pleasant singing. I mean like if a banshee and a kazoo had a love child."
Lilia leaned in beside you, eyes glittering with delight. "Oho, this sounds entertaining! What did they do this time?"
Jamil sighed deeply, as if heâd just aged ten years in the past ten minutes. "Kalim thought it would be fun to 'spice up' a party by enchanting the decorations. Cater encouraged him, saying it would make a great Magicam post. The result? The curtains are now tap-dancing, the chandelier wonât stop singing old sea shanties, and the punch bowl tried to bite me."
Lilia clapped his hands. "This sounds like an excellent way to spend the afternoon! Letâs go!"
You groaned. "Why do I have to go?"
"Because youâre the only one who can keep Lilia from making things worse," Jamil deadpanned.
Arriving at Scarabia was like stepping into a fever dream. The furniture was waltzing around the room, the ceiling fan was chanting, "Spin me right round, baby, right round," and the aforementioned punch bowl snarled at you as you walked in.
Kalim, of course, was having the time of his life, clapping to the rhythm of the furniture parade. Cater was filming everything, laughing as he tried to get the chandelier to do a TikTok dance.
"Do you see what I have to deal with?" Jamil hissed, his hair practically frazzled.
"Letâs fix this before someone dies," you muttered, pulling out the anti-curse toolkit Lilia had handed you on the way.
"Or before someone posts this to Magicam and the entire world sees it," Jamil added grimly, glaring at Cater.
It started smoothly enoughâwell, as smoothly as any curse-breaking session with Lilia could go. The two of you worked to unravel the enchantments while dodging flying pillows and shrieking party streamers.
Then, of course, you made the mistake of touching an enchanted lamp.
It burst into songâloud, off-key, and somehow extremely personal. The lyrics were all about your lack of a love life and questionable fashion choices. Before you could fight back, it tangled itself around your arms and legs, dragging you upward toward the chandelier.
"Hey, uh, Lilia? Little help!"
Lilia, ever the dramatic savior, leaped into action. With a mischievous grin, he sliced through the magical binds with a well-aimed spell and caught you mid-fall.
You blinked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. His crimson eyes glimmered with amusement, his fangs showing in a victorious smirk. He cradled you with an ease that shouldnât have been possible given his stature.
"You alright there, my dear?" he asked, voice low and teasing.
"Yeah, Iâm fine," you muttered, face heating up. "JustâŚyou knowâŚtrying not to die."
But your brain wasnât focusing on that. It was too busy processing the fact that Lilia was holding you like you weighed nothing, and you could feel your pulse quickening. Damn it, why is my heart beating so fast?
He tilted his head, studying you with an unreadable expression. "Are you sure? Your face is a bit flushed."
"Nope! Totally fine!" you squeaked, scrambling out of his arms as soon as your feet touched the ground.
Jamil, watching the whole thing from across the room, rolled his eyes. "Great. Now youâre cursed too."
"Shut up, Jamil."
It took another hour, but the dorm was finally back to normalâor as normal as Scarabia could be. Kalim apologized profusely, Cater promised to delete the footage (he didnât), and Jamil looked like he might snap at any moment.
As you and Lilia walked out, you tried to calm your racing heart, but he leaned in with a knowing grin.
"Quite the adventure today, wasnât it?"
"Sure," you replied quickly, hoping your face wasnât still red.
He hummed thoughtfully. "I wonder whatâs got your heart racing so much. Youâre not catching feelings for your favorite partner-in-chaos, are you?"
"Not a chance," you lied, your heart betraying you with another treacherous thump.
Lilia just chuckled, and you couldnât tell if he believed youâor if he was just letting you stew in your own embarrassment for fun.
The enchanted orb buzzed frantically, and you groaned as you reached for it. The second you accepted the call, you heard Deuce.
âHELP! WE MESSED UP BAD!â
âDeuce?â you asked, already dreading the answer. âWhat did you do this time?â
Jackâs voice came through, exasperated and growly. âIt wasnât just him. I was there too.â
âGreat,â you deadpanned. âSo, what kind of mess am I cleaning up now?â
Deuce gulped. âWe, uh⌠were practicing some spellwork for examsââ
âRight by the Spelldrive practice field,â Jack added grimly.
Your eyes widened. âPlease donât tell me youââ
âDestroyed the field? Yeah,â Deuce admitted miserably. âBut we didnât mean to! The explosion was an accident!â
You heard a sharp, angry voice in the background: âAN ACCIDENT?! YOU DESTROYED HALF THE FIELD, YOU LITTLEââ
âLeonaâs there?â you asked, already standing up.
Deuce nodded frantically. âHeâs so mad. Please come before he kills us!â
âStay put,â you said, grabbing your things. âAnd pray he doesnât finish you off before we get there.â
The Spelldrive practice field was a warzone. One goalpost was completely obliterated, sand smoldered in random patches across the ground, and an entire section of the bleachers looked like it had been hit by a tornado.
Leona was standing in the middle of the chaos, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Deuce and Jack, who were huddled behind a tipped-over bench like it could save them. His team stood a safe distance away, clearly too smart to get involved.
You arrived with Lilia in tow, who was already grinning like heâd just stumbled upon the most entertaining show of the year.
âOh, this is delightful,â Lilia mused, surveying the carnage. âItâs like an abstract painting of destruction.â
âNot helping,â you muttered, jogging toward the scene.
Leonaâs sharp green eyes locked onto you. âFinally. You gonna fix this mess, or do I get to turn these two into sandbags?â
âLeona,â you said, stepping between him and the disaster twins, âWeâll handle it. Just⌠donât murder them. Yet.â
Leona snorted. âYouâve got five minutes.â
Lilia hummed a jaunty tune as he began waving his hands over the destroyed sections of the field. Slowly, the sand settled, the goalpost reformed, and the bleachers stopped looking like theyâd gone through a blender.
Meanwhile, you kept Leona from pouncing on Deuce and Jack, who were watching Lilia work with wide eyes.
âYou two better hope I donât find out about another âaccident,ââ Leona growled, looming over you.
âRelax,â you said, holding up a hand. âTheyâre idiots, not criminals. Save your energy for your team.â
Leona rolled his eyes but stepped back, muttering something about âbabysitters.â
When everything was finally back in order, Lilia dusted off his hands with a satisfied smile. âThat was quite fun. We should let those two cause chaos more often.â
You shot him a look. âPlease donât encourage them.â
Leona, arms crossed and clearly annoyed, stepped closer. âYouâre done? Good. Iâll send Ruggie with something to pay you later.â Then he smirked, eyes flicking between you and Lilia. âNow keep your lovesick asses away from my practice field.â
Your brain short-circuited. âWhaâ?! Lovesick?â
Leona just walked off with a lazy wave, leaving you standing there, half-mortified.
Lilia leaned in, clearly enjoying your flustered state. âOh my. He really has a way with words, doesnât he?â
âDonât you start,â you muttered, your face burning.
But when you turned to walk away, Lilia was by your side, chuckling softly. He caught your wrist gently, pulling you to a stop for just a moment. âFor what itâs worth,â he said, voice quieter and more serious, âyou were quite impressive back there, keeping Leona from turning them into mincemeat.â
Your heart did a flip. âUh⌠thanks?â
He let go with a grin, stepping back and returning to his usual playful tone. âNow, letâs see if we can avoid the next disaster, hmm?â
You werenât sure if your face would ever cool down.
Potions class with the first-year gang was never uneventful. Today was no exception. The room smelled faintly of burnt caramel as Grim waved his tiny paws at Ace, who was leaning smugly on the table.
âI told you not to put that in!â Grim yelped.
âI barely touched it!â Ace shot back.
âIt doesnât matter who did it!â Sebek barked, slamming his hands on the table. âWhat matters is that our potion isââ
âAbout to blow,â Jack growled, pointing to the cauldron bubbling ominously.
âWaitâWHAT?!â you yelped, but it was too late.
The cauldron erupted, spraying a shimmering pink mist over everyone. The class erupted into chaos as Sebek shouted about âinferior techniques,â Epel coughed dramatically like he was dying, and Deuce tried (and failed) to douse the sparks with his coat.
You, unfortunately, caught the brunt of the potion to the face.
You thought the effects were mild at firstâjust a faint warmth in your chest and the echo of the sugary-sweet scent in your nose. But when you sat down at lunch with Lilia and Malleus, the symptoms became impossible to ignore.
Lilia was chatting animatedly, laughing at his own jokes and waving his fork in the air, while Malleus nodded thoughtfully. But you werenât hearing a word.
Your brain had decided that the only thing worth focusing on was how kissable Liliaâs lips looked.
Wait, what?
You shook your head, trying to clear it, but it only got worse. Now you were noticing how nice his voice was. And his smile. And the way his hand brushed yours when he passed the saltâ
Oh, no.
âChild of man,â Malleus said, pulling you from your internal meltdown, âyou seem⌠distracted.â
You blinked rapidly. âUh. Yeah. Distracted. Totally fine. Definitely notâuhâtotally infatuated with Lilia or anything.â
Lilia looked up, smirking. âOh? How flattering.â
You nearly choked on your drink. âITâS THE POTION!â
Malleus watched you pace back and forth in the hallway, his expression somewhere between amused and curious.
âYou have to fix me,â you begged, grabbing his shoulders. âThis has to be the potion talking. Thereâs no way I justârandomlyâstarted thinking about Lilia like that!â
Malleus tilted his head, his eyes studying you intently. âYou truly believe you are under an enchantment?â
âYes! Of course!â You gestured wildly. âI mean, itâs Lilia! Heâs my partner in crime! Heâsâheâsââ
âKissable?â Malleus offered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Your hands dropped to your sides. âYou are so not helping.â
He stepped closer, his presence calm but commanding, and placed a hand on your shoulder. âVery well, child of man. Allow me to assess your condition.â
Malleus leaned forward, his magic swirling faintly around him as he studied you with eerie precision.
After a moment, he straightened, folding his arms. âThe potion you were exposed to was a failure. Its intended effects are nonexistent.â
You froze. âWhat are you saying?â
Malleus raised an eyebrow. âI am saying that you are not under a spell. Your feelings are entirely your own.â
You stared at Malleus in horror.
âSo⌠youâre telling me⌠Iâm not cursed?â
âPrecisely.â
âAnd this⌠this whole⌠wanting to kiss Lilia thingâŚâ You paused, voice dropping to a mortified whisper. âThatâs just me?â
Malleus nodded sagely. âIndeed.â
You covered your face with your hands. âNo. No, no, no. This canât be happening.â
Liliaâs voice drifted from the next room. âAre you done conspiring with Malleus, beastie? Lunch is getting cold!â
You peeked through your fingers at Malleus, who looked like he was thoroughly enjoying your suffering.
âGood luck, child of man,â he said, patting your shoulder.
You groaned. âIâm going to die.â
And yet, as you returned to the table and sat down next to Lilia, who greeted you with his usual teasing grin, you couldnât help but wonder if maybeâjust maybeâthis wasnât such a bad thing after all.
You didnât think it could get any worse than being late for class, but that was before Grim decided to experiment with potions unsupervised. Now, you and Lilia were sprinting through the halls of NRC, dodging a cursed army of flying spoons.
âI told Grim not to use the potions lab as a snack bar!â you gasped, barely ducking as a spoon zoomed past your head with terrifying precision.
Lilia, running beside you, was grinning like this was the most fun heâd had all week. âI must admit, this is an impressive level of chaos. Even I wouldnât have thought to curse cutlery!â
âGlad youâre enjoying yourself,â you panted, grabbing his arm as another wave of spoons turned the corner. âHide!â
The two of you dove behind a nearby tapestry, pressing against the wall as the spoons zipped past, their metallic clinking fading into the distance.
For a moment, it was quietâexcept for the pounding of your heart.
Your breathing slowly steadied, but your heart didnât. Not when Lilia was so close, his eyes gleaming with excitement and his cheeks flushed from the chase.
You couldnât take it anymore.
âLilia,â you blurted, voice trembling but determined, âIâm in love with you.â
Lilia blinked, his surprise evident for a split second before a soft smile curved his lips. âAh, I see. Was it the spoons that gave me away, or my undeniable charm?â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âIâm serious!â
He chuckled, gently pulling your hands away to meet your eyes. âSo am I. Iâve felt the same for quite some time.â
Your breath hitched. âReally?â
âReally,â he murmured, leaning closer. His lips brushed yours, soft and fleeting, but it sent your heart racing like you were being chased by a thousand cursed spoons.
He pulled back, his grin mischievous. âNow, letâs survive this first date, shall we?â
He grabbed your hand, pulling you from your hiding spot just as the spoons began circling back like a swarm of metallic bees.
âRun!â
You laughed despite yourself, sprinting hand-in-hand with Lilia as the chaos erupted around you once more.
And yet, as you glanced at himâhis hair wild, his smile unshakable, his fingers warm around yoursâyou couldnât help but think:
I want this forever.
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