#but to me it's 1k to replace something that's been broken

[t-lostinworlds]

idk if it's the same everywhere else regarding rules when renting but it's such a scam when i'm required to buy and replace something in my apartment when it gets "broken" (something i didn't even break and is simply a wear and tear type of situation i.e. a 5 year old faucet that's been here way before i moved in and is now leaking) but when i decide to move out i'm not even allowed to bring it with me?

like the air conditioner i currently have and has been here before i moved in is so fucking loud it gives me a headache. but if i were to replace it and spend thousands on a new one, the second i move out i'm not even going to able to bring it with me so i'm just, handing them an air conditioner for free. like how fuck is that?

[strawberrygummiess]

pink in the night.

malleus x gender neutral! reader 1k words cross posted on ao3 "At one point, Malleus believed he woke up to see the night sky. But now he was convinced he woke up to see you."

 Malleus believes he wakes up to see the stars.

The night sky was truly a gift from Mother Nature herself. She throws a blanket of darkness over the scenery of Night Raven College, with speckles of starlight peeking through, almost like a homemade, crocheted quilt. She tucks in her children with chaste kisses of the night breeze and leaves a little moonlight to ease their fears of the unknown. It was a tranquil showcase of her love for the world and Malleus couldn’t help but mischievously sneak out of bed to see the beauty in her work.

"Ever the poet," Lilia would always remark. Malleus never really agreed. The poetry wrote itself; he only verbalized what he saw. He wasn’t the creative type, he decided. It wasn’t that he sought and found beauty in unconventional places, like a certain Pomefiore Vice Houswarden, it’s only that he recognized what was clearly in front of him. Although, the presence of the Ramshackle Prefect made him consider singing sonnets from the rooftops.

You had been a surprise for him on his nightly walks. He had come to expect the usual landmarks on campus, broken up by the occasional scurrying creature. But you- you were something completely unexpected. A new student, naively curious. Kind, warm, fearless. You were ignorant of who he was; being from another world (how lucky for him!) left him with endless possibilities. With you, he was no longer Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley, and one of the most powerful mages in the world. He was-

“Tsunotarou! Or Hornton. Your choice… never mind, I’ll just use both.”

Malleus replayed that night over and over. How could he not? This was it. A friend. He wasn’t being presumptuous, it was you who gave him a nickname (not that you had a choice of course, but you gave him two) you who joined him on his walks, you who listened to his rambles, you, you. Clearly, you wanted to befriend him. Who else would be this forward?

At one point, Malleus believed he woke up to see the night sky. But now he was convinced he woke up to see you.

This was the conclusion he came to after tonight’s walk with you. You led the conversation this time. You spoke about the adventures you were dragged into; your frustrations with your feline companion and Headmaster Crowley; and how much you enjoyed the night walks with him.

Wait, what?

“Tsunotarou? Hello?” You dragged out the “o” in an endearingly casual manner, stepping in front of him as you tried to ground him back into the moment.

“You in there? Were you listening to me?” You teased, crossing your arms and smiling. You tilted your head to the side as you tried to read his face. He felt entirely exposed; like you could hear his beating heart and see how enamored he was by you. You, however, wished he’d give you a clue about how he was feeling.

“Of course I was, Child of Man,” He responded calmly. He hoped his butterfly-filled stomach didn’t betray his voice. Your favorite part of the day was the walks with him. He’d never been so ecstatic. “I always listen to you,”

You don’t say anything. You continue smiling and narrow your eyes, still looking for something else. Your expression mirrors one Lilia would use before he scolded him. Were you truly mad at him? He could (and would, if you asked) recall everything you said in the past half hour. He would prove that he was listening, deserving of your presence, a good friend- more if you let him. Malleus would literally move mountains if you asked.

“Hey! You’re doing it again, Hornton. Get out of your head.”

Your touch is electrifying. It almost burns. He hears you exclaim about “how cold” his skin is, but only vaguely. What he did notice, was how your hand was holding his face. A concerned look replaced your teasing smile as you studied him. You mumbled again about how cold he was, and pressed your other hand to his forehead, brushing under his bangs.

“If you were sick, why did you walk over here? Now you’ve made it worse!” You scolded, bringing him closer to your height as you gently rubbed his cheeks, attempting to warm him up. “At this rate, you’ll freeze. I mean seriously, you’re as cold as ice!”

Malleus had half a mind to tell you that he was completely fine. He wasn’t sick at all, fae just ran a bit cold. Colder than what a human could stand. Yet he decided to entertain your doting, smiling slightly.

“I apologize, Child of Man. I didn’t want to ruin your favorite part of the day. Do forgive me,” It was his turn to tease. Just a little. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in your attention. You click your tongue, before releasing his head and declaring the walk “over”. Pity. He was hoping you’d hold him for a bit longer. He usually wasn’t very tolerant of the heat, but he was happy to withstand it if it meant you held him longer.

“C’mon Tsunotarou,” You announce, walking back in the direction you came. “We gotta go back to my dorm. I’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and feed you some tuna soup…” you cringe. “It tastes better than it sounds, promise.” You clarify, before decisively grabbing his hand and gently tugging him forward.

He listens to you explain different ways you’ve learned to transform canned tuna because of Grim, to varying success. You once again reassure him that the soup is one of the better creations, before continuing your rant about “missing regular meat,” and “tuna isn’t even the best fish!” but at this point, Malleus can only focus on the warm grip of your hand on his and the constant hammering of his heart.

Oh, the poems he’d write about you. They’d feature tales of fish and ice, comparisons to the peace of the night, and love letters from the starry sky. But really, he wouldn’t be doing much work. He only verbalized the beauty he saw, after all.

[thyras]

→ an offer

PAIRING → halbrand (sauron) x f!númenórean!reader

WORD COUNT → 1k words

WARNINGS → just flirting

SUMMARY → you offer lord halbrand something but come out even more confused by the enigma that he is.

FIC MASTERLIST → NEXT PART

“Have you come to patronize me?” His voice said as you approached the Statue of the Sea. You raised a brow at the figure standing near the cell’s bars. When he was in the throne room earlier, you could tell he had noticed you, and the magnetic pull of his gaze had brought you here at this moment. 

“No,” you replied as you finally came face to face with the man. He was taller than you thought and seemed to hold an aura of darkness and danger. One that had not been there earlier when he had been presented to your queen. He smiled and moved to press his face against the bars. Those darkened eyes watched you closely before they traveled up and down your attire. 

“You’ve come to ask me about the Elf,” That was not your intention, but it was a straightforward cover story for the guards. 

“Not entirely,” You started, placing your arms behind your back. Your fingers to your left hand clasped around your right wrist as you tried to stand a little taller against his gaze. “But I assume you heard me speaking with the guards.” Halbrand inclined his head with a smile as he leaned against the horizontal bar of the cell. 

“Then humor me, my lady,” he started, staring into your eyes. You could not help but feel the warmth filling your face as his eyes watched you. “Why do you want to speak to a common brawler such as myself?” 

“You are not just some common brawler,” A hint of something flickered in his eyes but then disappeared slightly. 

“Then what am I, Lady y/n, to you at least?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you took another step forward. 

“A broken man who is hiding a secret.” Halbrand chuckled, and you felt your pulse increase at the gesture as he turned and sat down on the bench. You were attracted to him in his rugged, handsome way. His face was still recovering from his earlier brawl, blood staining his nose and upper lip, just adding to the darkness that seemed to surround him. 

“And how would a lady in waiting for Queen Consort Míriel know so much about a man’s character.” You stepped closer, peering into the cell as Halbrand stared at the bars across from him. 

“I see many people walk into those halls, and I have learned a lot by watching how people act and present themselves.” You paused. “You are a cocky man, boisterous, and overly confident, but you use it to cover how broken you are. How much you wish to find peace in this world to replace those broken parts of you.” His head turned toward you, and those dark eyes had now softened slightly at seeing you. But they still held an edge of warning. 

You were always a good reader of character, and it was why the Queen kept you around. Not to mention, you were adequate with a blade, but she trusted your judgment. This man, though, had taken some time and thought to figure out, though he was still an enigma to you. One that drew you in more each time you thought about him. His hold on your mind and heart clouded you, but after years of loneliness, you were happy to try to find comfort in helping this man. 

“What are you offering, my lady?” He spoke in a low voice laced with some sort of acid. “Let me correct myself, what is your queen offering?” You pressed your face against the bars, and a smile filled your lips. 

“I’m offering that peace you desperately wish for, a refuge from your tortured past.” Your delicate face was already softening as you saw him stand up and walk over to you. 

“And what does your queen wish for in return?” A dark, playful smile filled his lips. “Because one does not offer something like that without getting something in return.” 

“My queen did not send me,” You swallowed hard as his hand reached up to cup your chin through the bars. A whimper stifled in your throat as his touch was as cold as a winter’s day. That deep, firey scent engulfed your senses as his dark eyes penetrated your soul. You wished to tell him everything about your past and desire to escape this place. You wanted to travel with him back to Middle Earth and return to a life you knew did not exist anymore. It was the deepest secret you wished to keep, but you wanted to let it be known here and now, underneath this man’s gaze. “I wish nothing in return, Lord Halbrand,” 

“But you do,” he breathed against your face, fingers tightening against your chin’s soft, regal skin. “All beings wish for something, little one,” Your toes curled in your shoes, and your eyes closed as he spoke those words. All beings did wish for something, and from the moment you saw him, you hoped for him. That boisterous persona pulled you in, and now you hoped he would grant you at least a chaste kiss. But none came, and his hand dropped from your chin before he stepped away from you. 

It felt like a blade had punctured your abdomen by the sudden warmth now returning to your skin. Your eyes opened and saw that he had returned to the bench. His fingers were playing with the charm on his necklace. “I am pleased being in my cage with my thoughts, Lady y/n,” You inclined your head. “It’s probably best for everyone if I stay here.” A smile lifted on his lips. “Good night,” 

You turned away from the cell and strode back towards the statue as his words rang in your ears. It’s probably best for everyone if I stay here. What an odd and peculiar thing to say. You thought as you tried to shake the thoughts from your head before exiting back onto the darkened street back to your chambers. 

[mouwrites]

Hi, I was wonder if I can make a request for a oneshot idea on security breach.

I was an idea of reader being an animatronic kind of like mangle on how they were a pull apart and put back together toy for young children, with their attraction being near the daycare.

Name ideas could be like "{reader}'s Friends and Play!", or {reader}'s dress up station". Something with a play on words with dressing up or play.

Because they are like one of those take apart and put back together toys were you could swap certain parts of the toy like hair, clothes, accessories, etc. And kids would come to the readers play area of have fun changing the design of the reader. It being marked twords younger kid key it being by the Daycare.

But we all know kid could be a little to forceful or rough with reader, leading them to break and having to go to part and serves/maintenance almost everyday to get fixed.

But since it cost money and time to fix reader, the Pizzaplex just desided it would be better to just discontinue reader and close off there area under the pretense of repairs. But reader area never opened back up. And like the Glamrock + the Daycare Attendant just gradually forgot about reader.

Than one day one of them just stumbled apon readers area and it just like closed off, with the inside being really dusty with tarp covering everything. Everything but reader who's slouched in a corner, broken looking like mangle with different part of her body making up her body in placed they shouldn't be.

It just feel like it would be hella angsty and a good oneshot for some angst and burn.

Get back to me as soon as you can, thank you for reading this^^

So sorry for the wait!! But this was a really cool idea, and I had some fun with it! :D

Word count: 1k

Security Breach - Forgotten Attraction (Glamrock Bonnie x forgotten animatronic reader)

It had been dark for a while now.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually heard it, but sometimes you thought you could hear the ghosts of laughter drifting among the dust particles in the air. They danced like mice in front of you, putting you in a trance.

Laughter and children, colors and candy. Sticky fingers that tugged and pulled at your parts, replacing them constantly. The children never could agree on what you should look like, but you always found their squabbles adorable.

“Now, now, children. I do have two arm sockets, you know. Why don’t we do one of each?”

The grins you’d get when you spoke to them warmed you enough that you forgot about the pain.

Ah, yes, the pain. You were built to be dismantled and customized, but it was painful. So painful. At first you had tried to scream and cry when the interns tested your mechanics, but it wasn’t in your programming. All you could do was stare. Eventually you learned to smile through it.

Even now, hunched over, not quite sure what you even looked like, you felt the pain. One of your joints was only halfway attached. Your leg socket ached with that empty feeling you got when you were missing an appendage. You weren’t smiling now.

The faded colors of your home were nearly gray with the thick coat of dust. The dust reminded you of the repair chamber; you had spent so many hours there. You would’ve considered that your second home, were it not for the horrible pain you always felt when you went there. It was even worse than the vague constant aches you always seemed to have. Whenever those aches turned into stabbing pains, or when your insides started to feel funny, it was straight to the repair chamber with you.

They never told you what was wrong. You heard them muttering behind the glass, but they were never loud enough for you to understand. All you knew was that they sounded quite frustrated during your last visit. How long ago was that?

You stared at a pink bin across the room. Well, it used to be pink. All the colors used to be so vibrant, bringing a real smile to your face. The children would dress up to match you, galloping around the room in bright pirate costumes and princess dresses of every hue. There was no color now.

You blinked slowly. Every movement was a labor these days. It’d been a while since you’d been in your charging station. You used to wonder when someone was going to come help you get inside, but you had long forgotten that hope. Now all you wanted was for those ghosts of children’s voices to be real. Just once more…

You blinked again. Your eyes didn’t open for a long time.

“Y/n. I remember them.”

One eye opened. The other didn’t.

“It’s so dusty in here…”

You saw a stripe of light on the floor. Raising your gaze, your eye flashed as it adjusted to the bright light coming from the door. The door. It was open!

“H-h-h-” you tried to give your classic greeting. When all that came out was a glitching hiss, you felt your brows lower sadly. You refused to give up. This was your chance to make one more kid smile.

“H-h-h—hi—”

“Hi there!” Someone mimicked, matching the exact tone you always used. “Y/n, is that you?”

Your eye finally adjusted to the light. It was Bonnie. Not a kid. Your disappointment wore off as he jogged to your side, hopping over parts strewn all over the floor.

You knew Bonnie. The memory felt sluggish coming up, but you remembered him. He was the one with the bowling alley. Kids always told you about the milkshakes they served at his parlor, too.

“Y/n! Can you hear me?”

“H-h-h.” It was all you could manage.

Bonnie looked at his fingers after shaking your shoulder. “Aw, geez, when was the last time you got charged? Come on, let me help you.”

Your one good eye was jostled shut as you were lifted off the ground, and you saw no more, but you felt strong arms holding you, their warmth almost numbing the pain.

You suddenly felt a rush, and your body started to gain back the feeling you didn’t know you lost. Bonnie talked loudly so you could hear him in the charging chamber.

“I had completely forgotten about this place… I mean, it closed a long time ago.”

“How long..?” You rasped, gaining some energy.

“I wish I could tell you. I have no idea,” he chuckled, bringing an automatic smile to your face.

Bonnie’s ears perked up; you could see him staring through the chamber’s little window. “Hey, there’s that smile! Ah, I didn’t even realize how much I missed it, haha!”

His laughter was bringing that old warmth back into you. Or maybe it was the charger.

Bonnie looked around your room. It was trashed; you had the energy to realize that now. He seemed to notice it, too. Well, he was noticing something. His face was falling; quite uncharacteristic for him, at least from what you knew.

“They were talking about closing down my place, too, you know. I heard them.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say anything. He was still staring at the dusty mess that used to be your paradise.

“Is this what will happen to my alley?”

You leaned forward to get a better look around. He glanced at you, and though neither of you were programmed to show negative emotions, you could see sadness and fear in his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You put a hand up to the glass, ignoring the pain. Bonnie stared for a moment, eventually bringing his own hand up to meet yours.

“Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you.” Perhaps it was a little cruel, but you were glad to have someone to share your misery with.

And Bonnie laughed again. It was a sad, exhausted, barely audible chuckle, but you managed a smile in response.

You couldn’t have the children, the colors, the laughter, the old life you once had. But you were given a blessing; the only thing you could ask for in your fallen glory. A friend.

Thank you for this request! And thank you for reading, take care honey bunches <33

(divider by saradika)

[pickingupmymercedes]

Let me go - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Let me go - Lou Val - @goldenroutledge (if it breaks your heart, like it did mine, she's partly to blame 🥺👀 not really though)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: Angst with hints of smut (mostly angst, like rip your heart open one)

wordcount: +2k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT

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The room is dim, bathed in the soft and muted shadows of the late afternoon.

My skin feels hot against the cool sheets, his body pressing down on mine like we never left this place—like we never really let each other go.

But we did. Didn’t we?

I shouldn’t be here.

I know I shouldn’t be here, but my hands are already tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

His lips move against my neck, slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me all over again.

Has he forgotten already?

Because to me, it feels all too familiar. Every touch, every sigh, every whispered breath between us—it’s like muscle memory, pulling me back into something we swore we’d left behind.

The way he moves, the way he knows exactly where to touch, where to press— a cruel reminder of everything we once were. Everything we could’ve been.

But we’re not that, not anymore.

I can’t help the noise that escapes me as his hands slide down my sides, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to make me shudder.

It’s like he’s trying to pull me back into the past—back into a time when things were easier, when it was just us, when we didn’t know any better.

When we still believed this could work.

And his weight starts to feel like a sum of it all—the months, the distance, the end—but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Because right now, all that should matter is how his body feels against mine, the way his breath hitches when I drag my nails across his back, the way my name sounds when it falls from his lips.

But my mind keeps pulling me away, even as my body responds to his every touch.

And maybe it’s that I know, deep down, I know this isn’t right.

This isn’t what we need, what I need. This isn’t going to fix anything.

It’s not going to change the fact that we’re broken.

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, and for a second, I think I see it—the same doubt, the same hesitation that’s been eating at me.

But then his lips crash against mine, and it’s gone, replaced by a desperation I also recognize all too well.

Desperation to hold on. To feel something. To pretend. Even if just for tonight, that we haven’t lost everything.

His hands are on my hips now, pulling me closer, deeper, and I arch into him, my body betraying the part of me that’s already starting to crumble.

I gasp as he presses his forehead against mine, his breath ragged, his hands trembling slightly as they move over my skin.

“Y/n,” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

It’s not a question, it’s not a plea, it’s not even a promise like it used to sound—it’s just my name.

But it’s enough to unravel me, at least for just a moment.

I close my eyes, biting my lip as I feel him enter me, my heart pounding in my chest, almost matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

It feels so good. Too good.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s too easy to fall back into this—to fall back into him.

But as my body responds, my mind keeps screaming.

This is why it didn’t work. This is why it’ll never work.

This? This is all we ever had. Just this fire, this passion that burns so bright it blinds us to everything else.

We were always good at this—at losing ourselves in each other, at pretending the outside world didn’t exist when we were tangled up in each other like this.

But we were never good at the rest of it all.

And it was not fair. To either of us.

I bite down on my lip harder, trying to keep myself from falling apart. I can feel his breath against my ear, the way his hands are gripping me tighter, like he’s afraid if he lets go, I’ll disappear.

And maybe I will. Maybe I should.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough, raw. I can hear the need in it, the way he’s holding on by a thread, and it makes my chest tighten because I know how this ends.

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

I press my hands to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms.

“Lewis,” I whisper, my voice breaking on his name. I can feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, and I try to blink them away, but it’s too late.

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. And I don’t ask him to.

Because I don’t want him to stop. Not yet.

His hand slides up, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he leans down to kiss me again, softer this time. Almost tender.

Like he’s trying to make up for something—like he’s trying to say everything we never could in words.

I kiss him back, my hands slipping up to his neck, pulling him closer, and for a second I try and make a gamble with myself, to let my heart believe that this could be enough. That maybe, just maybe, this time it’ll be different.

But it won’t.

Because as much as I want to stay in this moment, as much as I want to pretend that we can make this work, I know the truth.

We’re not good for each other. We never were.

I break the kiss, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, my hands still gripping his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

And maybe he is. The one thing holding me together right now.

And I can feel the cracks. I can feel myself starting to break, and I know that if I don’t let go, it’s only going to hurt more come the morning.

I force my eyes to open, and for the first time, I see it—really see it.

The sadness in his own gaze, the way his brow furrows like he’s trying to understand why this always feels so right and so wrong at the same time.

And it hits me.

We’re both holding onto something that’s already gone. We’re both trying to find something in each other that we’ll never be able to give.

My throat tightens, and I swallow hard, trying to fight back the lump in my chest.

“This isn’t going to fix us” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our ragged breaths, our moans.

He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, his breath shaky. “I know,” he says quietly, his voice rough. “I know.”

But he doesn’t stop. And neither do I.

Because even though we know this is the end, we’re still here.

We’re still clinging to whatever pieces are left, trying to make sense of something that never really made sense in the first place.

He moves inside me, slow and deep, and I close my eyes again, letting myself feel it.

One last time. One last time before we let each other go for good.

I can feel him start to tremble, his hands tightening on my hips, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, and I know he’s close.

I know we’re both close, but it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him down against me, and for a moment, we just hold each other, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that’s devastatingly familiar.

I can feel the tears slipping down my cheeks now, and I don’t even bother trying to hide them. Because this is it.

This is the last time. And I want to remember it, even if it hurts.

I need to remember how it hurts.

His lips brush against my temple, and I feel his breath hitch as he buries his face in my neck, his body tensing as he reaches his release.

And as I follow him over the edge, my own body trembling beneath his, I feel what he had crashing down on me.

We lie there in the silence, our bodies still tangled together, our breaths slowing as the reality of what we’ve just done sinks in.

I pull away first, my chest aching, my heart breaking all over again.

And this time, it had to be the last. It had to be goodbye. For good.

He shifts next to me, the warmth of his body slipping away as he props himself up on his elbow.

His hand hesitates, hovering just above my skin, like he’s not sure if he should touch me again. Eventually, he lets it fall gently onto my shoulder, a soft gesture, but one that feels heavy with everything unsaid.

“Y/n...” His voice is quiet, and there’s something raw in it. Like he’s searching for the right words, but we both know there aren’t any.

I don’t answer at first.

My eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but my mind is miles away, retracing every moment that got us here—every fight, every kiss, every time we tried to make it work and failed.

“I can’t keep doing this” I whisper, barely able to recognize my own voice. It sounds so small, so fragile.

His hand tightens slightly on my shoulder, like he’s holding on to the last thread of us. “Y/n…” he says, and for a moment, the silence that follows feels like the heaviest thing in the world.

I turn to face him, my throat tightening as I meet his gaze. His eyes are tired, sad, filled with the same sense of defeat I’m feeling.

But they’re still familiar, still the same eyes that made me fall in love once. And that’s what hurts the most.

“Why do we do this?” I ask, my voice breaking, the weight of the question too much to bear. “Why do we keep coming back knowing it’s going to hurt to fall apart again?”

He lets out a long, shaky breath, his hand sliding down my arm, stopping at my wrist. “Because it’s all we know,” he murmurs.

His thumb brushes over my pulse, and I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is racing, how scared I am of losing him. All over again.

“We used to be good at this,” he presses, his voice soft, almost like he’s talking to himself. “We used to be good together.”

I close my eyes for a moment, fighting back the tears that are threatening to spill over again. “Don’t lie to yourself, Lewis” I manage to say, though it comes out as more of a broken exhale than anything else. “It never worked.”

His silence is deafening, and when I open my eyes again, he’s still watching me, his expression unreadable.

“I thought—” He starts, then stops himself, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I thought.”

I swallow hard, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. “You thought this time would be different,” I finish for him. It’s not an accusation, just a truth we’ve both been running from.

His hand drops from my wrist, and suddenly, the distance between us feels enormous. “Yeah,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I did.”

I sit up slowly, pulling the sheet with me as if it can shield me from everything that just happened.

“We’re never going to fix this, are we?” I ask, not because I don’t know the answer, but because I need to hear him say it.

I need to hear him admit it too.

He sits up too, running a hand through his loose braids, his jaw tight. “No,” he finally says, his voice heavy with resignation. “We’re not.”

It should bring me some kind of closure, hearing him admit it out loud.

But it just feels like another crack, another piece of us falling apart, a gigantic one.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to hold myself together. “I wish—” I stop myself, because I don’t even know what I’m about to say.

I wish we could make this work? I wish things were different? I wish I didn’t still love him, even after all this?

He looks at me, his eyes softer now, like he’s waiting for me to finish the thought.

“I wish I didn’t still hope” I finally say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. And there it is—my heart laid bare, vulnerable in a way I didn’t want to be, not to him.

He looks away, his jaw clenching, and I know I’ve hit something. “Tell me about it” he finally whispers, his voice barely audible.

We both know what’s coming next, and yet, neither of us moves. It’s like we’re stuck in this limbo, between holding on and letting go, between loving each other and knowing it’s over.

“I should go,” I finally take the cue, even though it feels like the last thing I want to do.

But, staying now? That’s only going to make it worse.

His hand brushes against mine, the smallest, briefest touch, enough for me to feel the electricity.

“Stay,” he says softly, almost like a plea.

I look at him, my heart breaking all over again. “We can’t keep doing this, Lewis” I say, shaking my head. “It’s not fair to either of us”

He flinches, like my words physically hurt him. “I know” he says quietly, his voice full of defeat. “But... just for tonight.”

My chest tightens at the thought. One more night.

One more time to pretend that we can still be something, that we haven’t already lost everything.

But for what? I couldn’t keep tearing myself apart like this.

“I can’t,” I whisper, my voice barely holding together.

He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me, his eyes full of that same sadness, that same regret that’s been hanging over us for months.

And then I know it’s really over. For good this time.

I stand up, pulling the sheet tighter around myself, trying to protect whatever’s left of me as I grab my clothes. “Goodbye, Lewis,” I say, my voice breaking as I turn toward the door.

“Y/n—” He starts, but I don’t let him finish. I can’t. Because if I do, I might never leave.

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Cold Snap | CSC

Cold Snap

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞

Genre: Established relationship; domestic au; fluff

Warnings: some teasing; allusions to sex

Word count: 1K words

Summary: You wake up and realize that your apartment's heater broke again.

A/N: Just a little something to break my writing drought. Dedicated to my friends, @/roaminginthenights and @/yoongukie-ff who have contributed to my most recent Cheol brainrot. Enjoy!

You wake up slowly, feeling a sudden chill in the air. It was still dark out and you wonder if it's just your imagination or a lingering dream. But when your teeth start to chatter, you realize that the room feels colder than it did when you went to bed.

Despite some upgrades over the years, certain aspects of your old apartment building remained on the 'vintage' side – including the heating system. Recently, your building manager repaired the radiator valves in your unit. They had been malfunctioning when you tried to turn them on during random cool days in the fall.

And because all weather reports in your area warned the public about a record-setting drop in temperatures this season, you needed the heaters to work, most especially on a day like today—the official first day of winter.

You roll over onto your side and interrupt Seungcheol's rhythmic snoring with a nudge.

His drowsiness is replaced by concern when he sees your bottom lip quivering. "What's wrong?"

"Did you turn the heater off?"

He immediately snorts at your accusatory tone. "Me? No, that’s all you, babe."

Seungcheol typically felt cold easily while your internal body temperature ran warmer. You suggested that he get thicker blankets or try sleeping in additional layers of clothing. Instead, he preferred to turn up the thermostat so he could sleep comfortably in his boxers. You, being the more cost-effective-minded half of this relationship, would switch it off in the middle of the night to save money on your energy bill.

However, last night was no joke! You didn’t mind the heater running all night.

"I didn't. It was freezing so I kept it on!"

"Welcome to my world." Before he rolls over to go back to sleep, you grab onto his shirt.

"Can you please check the valve? I think it broke again."

He shakes his head. “That’s impossible. We just got it fixed!”

“Just double-check, please?” You give him your best puppy-eye look, not wanting to leave the warm confines of your blankets.

He sighs and gives a quick nod before getting out of bed.

As soon as he is out of the warm sheets and feels the cold air on his bare chest, he curses under his breath. Before taking another step, he retrieves his hoodie from the nearby chair where he had tossed it the night before.

After putting it on, he makes his way toward the radiator on the other side of the room. He crouches down to inspect the valve.

"Huh. That's weird," he murmurs.

Before you can ask about what he noticed, he stands up and walks into the living room to check the controls there.

A minute later, he returns, visibly frustrated. He picks up his cellphone from the nightstand and makes a call.

“You’re right. It’s broken again,” he huffs, preparing to leave a voicemail for your building manager about the broken heating system in your unit.

There’s something about him taking control like this that turns you on. He stands by his side of the bed, in his boxers and hoodie, with a calm but stern voice.

It was the same voice he used when you permitted him to boss you around in bed. Another chill travels down your spine but not from the cold.

When he hangs up, he reaches for his joggers, which were laid on the same chair he reclaimed his hoodie from, and slips back into bed with you.

“Fucking nightmare,” he grunted. “Too bad it’s the weekend and we can’t get this fixed right away. Guess we’ll have stop by the store to grab a couple of space heaters right when it opens.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t for another few hours.

As he buries himself deeper into the cozy comfort of your sheets, a shiver runs down his spine due to the draft that envelops your apartment. ”We can’t live like this,” he pouts.

With a mischievous smile playing on your lips, you respond, "You know, there’s another way we can warm up and make the most out of this situation while we wait for the stores to open."

“And what’s that?” He mumbles curiously from under the collar of his hoodie.

You scoot closer to him, wedging one arm between his body and the mattress, and encircle his waist with the other. Then, you gently slide your hand up underneath his hoodie.

“Ahh, your hands feel like ice!” he squeaks in surprise, his body stiffening at the contact.

“Or maybe they’ll warm up quicker if I go this way?” You slide both hands lower, past his waistband to palm his ass cheeks.

"Okay, okay! I get your point!" he half-yelps and chuckles at your mischief.

When his laughter subsides, he asks, "Wouldn't this be more effective with direct skin-on-skin contact? Like...without clothes on?"

The way he catches his lower lip with his teeth and cocks his eyebrow makes your pulse quicken.

You pretend to be ignorant, saying, "Well, I'm no scientist, so I wouldn't really know." You give his cheeks another firm squeeze.

"Well then, we should find out." He moves away slightly from your touch, just enough to remove his hoodie. "You know, for science!"

You suppress a laugh, fully aware of his playful intentions. “And if it doesn't work?”

He kicks off his boxers and pulls you flush against him. “Then I know a foolproof way for us to work up a sweat.”

When he nestles into your neck and begins kissing you, you let out a sigh, melting into him. You barely notice him removing your bottoms.

He hums and pulls your top up and over your head. The moment your bare skin touches his, a wave of sensation rushes through your body, causing you to gasp.

"I mean, if it's for science," you moan in acquiescence.

As his kisses trail down to your breasts, he asks, "Are you warm enough now?"

"Why don't you move a little lower and we'll reassess then?"

He laughs softly against your skin but doesn't object. Instead, he does what he’s told, and you spend the next few hours tangled up in bed until sunrise.

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Hello friend! Can you do a Larissa x daughter reader who suffers from chronic pain and has a really bad flair so mama takes care of her? Washes her hair, snuggles, all the good stuff? Thank you!!!!

Chronic pain in my butt

Pairings: weems x reader (daughter)

Word count: 1K

Summary: Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

TW: chronic pain (that’s pretty much it)

A/n I enjoy ur requests and I’m slowly getting through them all. Thanks to everyone that’s being patient.

Today had been a struggle. Everything hurt. Chronic pain is no joke. But still you soldiered on. You made it all the way to lunch before you called it quits. Shouldering your backpack, you stood and left the classroom with your peers. However, while they headed to get lunch from the great hall you went the other way. Walking into the principal's office without knocking would surely end badly for any student that tried it. Any student but you, after all Larissa was your mother. Seeing she wasn’t in her office felt like a small blessing, sure you wanted her to coddle you just a little, but your head felt like it was splitting open. And after all the talking in the last few classes you worried it really might split open with how much it hurt.

Everything was heavy, your arms, legs, all of it. Throwing your backpack on your desk you flopped bonelessly onto your bed and threw an arm over your eyes not bothering to close the blinds. You had no idea what time it was anymore as you drifted off to sleep. Beautiful painless sleep.

Larissa had been called out of her office for the third time that day, the first two were for meetings and the third was to deal with a pair of rowdy furs which had broken one of Marilyn’s pot plants while wrestling. She knew it was only partly their fault with where we are in the lunar calendar. It was kind of like lunar PMS. It came in all different forms. Some of the furs get sad and some get extra hyper and … well… the list goes on.

She drew deep breathes walking back to her office massaging her temples. She barely had time to say goodbye to you before both of you went off to deal with your respective days in turn.

Getting back to her office she was glad to see nobody lurking nearby with more problems for her to solve. Shutting the door behind her she made her way through to the back of her office and into your and her shared living space to make herself a strong black coffee.

Walking in she was surprised to see your bedroom door shut, surely that had been open when she left this morning. Deciding to do some parental investigation she turned the handle and pushed it open. Sighing when she saw you on the bed your brow furrowed in unconscious pain.

She let out a defeated sigh, she knew what this was. As much as she disliked it, not for her sake but for yours, she knew a bad pain day when she saw one. How could she have missed it this morning? Oh. Right. That stupid board meeting. Quietly toeing off her heels so she didn’t wake you she walked over to your windows and drew the blinds before walking over and sitting beside you.

With a soft hand she rubbed your arm in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. She was met with an angry swat as you tried to bat her hand away and stay asleep. Larissa chuckled softly and smiled.

“Darling, it's time to get up. Honey, we need to change your clothes into something comfy. I’ll even wash and braid your hair if your like sweetheart.” She coaxed and you let out a small whine and opened one eye.

“Whyyy mum?” You said and she cupped your cheek with her hand rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.

“There she is.” Larissa smiled.

“Yes. Here i am. Yay me.” You said in a dull tone making her laugh.

“Come on” she said hauling you into a sitting position against the headboard. “Arms up. You may be in chronic pain Darling, but you're a chronic pain in my butt.” She said with a joking smile, and you complied mirroring her smile which was soon replaced with a wince.

After she had your blazer, shirt and shorts off she left you to change into a swim bikini so she could help you have a warm bath to help your muscles.

Once she was back, she helped you into the big bathtub in your ensuite. Pouring in a generous amount of lavender bath bubbles she grabbed the old cup from the sink and began to pour water over your head, shielding your eyes with her hand on your brow as if she was trying to block out the sun for you. She had a lamp on in the corner set up specifically for times like this, so the light was dim enough to not make your head hurt, but bright enough to see what you were doing.

You let your eyes drift shut as your mum lathered up your white-blonde hair with shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. You let out a content hum and she chuckled softly. After rising it out and adding conditioner she left you to wash yourself and hop out.

About ten minutes later she was waiting for you on your bed clad in lounge-ware. Crawling into the space next to her on the bed she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got you darling. Mama’s here baby.” She said into your hair. After a short snuggle session, she sat you up again despite your portents and ran a comb through your hair. Sectioning it in straight lines she used her perfectly manicured fingers to braid your hair into two Dutch braids to keep it out of your way for the next few days if the pain continued. After that she tied the two plaits off with little elastics and gently laid you back again.

You settled your head under your mother's chin and curled into her. She ran a hand up and down the sides of your spine as you fell asleep. Finally, content and feeling a little bit better. It wasn’t much but you would take it.

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Plsssssss do a part two to Left In Hell because I’m hooked on that “dare you say another’s name while kissing me” line and I need more interaction between those two

Sounds Like Heaven

Dream of the Endless x Musician!Reader

Summary: Having retrieved your harp after losing it in hell, you went on a quest to gather materials to replace its broken strings. To your surprise, Dream invited himself in your dwelling to help you mend your instrument, which was awkward considering you invited Apollo to your house for the same reason.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Themes of polytheism ig, jealous!dream, greek god insert, annoying!apollo, gender neutral!reader, reader's still effin awkward, typos, etc.

A/N: i didnt think anyone would interact with my dream fic tbh so im so excited to write something for him GAAAAAAAAAH so this is a p2 to left in hell, but you dont really need to read it to understand tbh ALSO I- I cannot explain what happened in this fic. it just happened. part 3 "Songbird"

The laughter we had from our previous conversation died down quickly at the sight of the dark figure standing in front of us after I opened the door to my apartment.

"My lord," I mutter, face falling at the sight of his dark expression.

"King of Dreams!" Apollo, with his perfect teeth and golden hair, beams at the said being. He walks over to the Endless and wraps his strong arms around him, patting his back firmly, "it's been centuries!"

"Just one," Dream retorts against the god without returning the embrace. He was looking down at me all the while during the exchange, and it made for the most uncomfortable of situations.

Once Apollo pulls away, he turns back to me and slings his arm over Dream's shoulders, "you didn't tell me you invited your lover over."

Dream and I answer at the same time.

"He's not my lover."

"I was not expected."

Apollo raises a brow, "interesting reaction."

Dream ignores Apollo, eyes still fixed on me, "I have come to assist you with your harp."

"Well," Apollo breaks away, rubbing his hands together then stretching his arms out, willing the strings we just forged in his domain out of the vacuum. He flaunts the golden chords, "you are not needed."

These words make Dream finally turn to Apollo. The latter adds, "since I'm here."

I swear I feel the room darken.

This of course does not scare the sun god as his smirk literally brightens the room.

I decide to step in between them and raise my hands, "how about something to drink?"

The two do not even turn to me as they reply at once, "no thank you."

And so a god and an endless were not so subtly trying to one-up each other while fixing my broken harp.

I could do nothing but watch.

My string instrument was on my coffee table; I was on an arm chair in front of it. The two were sat on polar ends of my sofa across me, Dream to my left, Apollo to my right. The one to my right had the harp string wound around his wrists as he fiddled with the harp before him.

I raise a finger as he attempts to place the string in the wrong area, "that one doesn't go there."

Apollo turns to me then back to the harp. He moves his hand to the other vacant spot and I disagree again, "the last part," I instruct, "it goes there."

He nods, "of course."

Dream watches Apollo work on the area and does not do anything to mask his annoyance at his fumbling. He commands, "hand me the string."

Apollo wrings the said object around the bridge with a masked difficulty. "Why would I?" he raises a brow, not even turning to his side as he focuses on his task at hand.

I nervously bite my lip at Dream's miniscule reaction to the god.

To my relief, the Endless does not reply and so I take it upon myself to relieve the tension.

"My god, Apollo," I give a smile, "the Dream of the Endless was who forged the instrument for me," I mutter under my breath.

Apollo lifts his eyes, seemingly not feeling Dream's hot stare from the side, "so?"

I purse my lips, eyes darting from Dream back to Apollo nervously, "perhaps it would be wise to allow him to fix it, since it is his design."

"I know how to restring a harp," Apollo states, "this one is just needlessly complex." He turns to Dream, "I had to barter a jar of sunshine with Astreaus just to get some stardust."

"We wouldn't have had to if you hadn't insulted his newest constellation tapestry," I remind.

Apollo rolls his eyes.

I continue, "he would have given it to me for free, since he answers to D-"

"But he should have done the same to me!" Apollo blurts, voice reverberating in the room.

I sink in my chair and clear my throat uncomfortably at his voice.

Dream turns to me and releases a sigh, slowly turning back to Apollo, "your insolence is starting to irritate me, boy," he bellows, casting a thick and ominous feeling in the air.

I tense on my seat. A shiver runs down my spine as Apollo turns to Dream, golden hair beginning to burn with orange streaks. I barely recognize the ancient Greek he says, but it was something along the lines of, 'a god does not answer to the void'.

Dream chuckles deeply, though clearly not at all amused, and I honestly feel like I could cry.

"You forget you are nothing without dreams, god of music," Dream starts, "god of art, god of poetry."

Dream simultaneously begins to fade into and encompass the entirety of the room. The darkness of his shadow does not touch Apollo's halo, but it does strike fear in me that I drop to my knees and press my hands together in repentance, "lord of dreams, please do not mind my god."

Apollo turns to me and springs to his feet, "you dare grovel for me to him?!"

I ignore Apollo as Dream's black form rises up even to my own body. I shudder at it, closing my eyes. It is only Apollo who remained untouched by his darkness.

"Arise!" Apollo commands me, "I will not have you beg my name to-"

I rip my eyes open at the silence that ceases the gods words. I whine out nervously when I realize there is no difference between my closed lids and open ones. Apollo's light was gone.

I bend face-down and lament, "oh, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Lord of Dreams! Have mercy on my foolish god. He has been forged with mischief. You surely were there in the dawn of his light."

I begin to feel panicked tears glass my eyes in the expanse of the quiet and the dark.

"My lord, please! Apollo do-"

"Enough."

I open my eyes. I lift myself up, though still on my knees and find the darkness in the room evaporated. I am now beholding the face of Dreams crouched down before me.

The infinite blue of his irises prompt more tears to stream my face.

He places his hands on my cheeks and wipes the dampness away with his thumb, "do not weep for that fool."

The harshness of his voice paired with his soft touch makes goosebumps rise on my skin.

I even out my breathing before I ask, "what did you do to my god?"

Dream's expression hardness as he pulls away. He straightens himself and looks down upon me, "I sent him to a void he does not answer to."

I purse my lips and nibble them it in agitation, "my lord, please-"

"Enough!" he repeats with more severity, "your adoration for your patron is blasphemous to my ears." He lifts his head a bit, eyes still not leaving mine, brows barely tensing, "am I not your lord who gifted you the inspiration of music to begin with?"

I open my mouth but find no word are able to leave me.

"So," his lips pout at the enunciation, "while you're down there, beg to me for your own forgiveness."

I freeze at his words. He tilts his head in expectation. I begin to shift on my knees uncomfortably.

"Not only have you offended me by turning to the god-fool for aid over my own creation, but you have set your loyalty too greatly upon a being who looks upon you as though you are his."

I look up at Dream rubbing my clammy hands together as I struggled to speak, "but... I- I am... he is my go-"

"Measure your next words carefully," Dream's voice rips through the room with great depth and intensity.

My hands dart to my ears in fear.

I slowly put them down when Dream grabs my chin, "you are before the King of Dreams and Nightmares. How can your praise belong to anyone else but me?"

I take in his face of terror and awe.

"Now beg," he says pulling away, "for my mercy."

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17SEP23: Status Update

Broke 15K on BBB Project. T-12 Days until next Check-In.

Most of GWW is outlined.

My Freewriter Traveler was supposed to come in two days ago, but issues with shipping arose so I should get it tomorrow. This is technically the second one. First one arrived with a broken screen and had to be returned for a replacement. Here's hoping the are no issues with this one upon arrival.

My initial feelings with the first one while I was testing everything is that I like the feel of the keyboard and definitely keeps the distractions away while typing. I'm also faster at typing than writing longhand. There is that constant complaint of a slight lag from when you type something, but it didn't bother me. I'm usually not looking at the screen I'm typing on anyways including on a computer.

Since the Freewriter Traveler is meant primarily to be a drafting tool, I don't mind if there are errors for me to fix once the text is transferred onto an actual doc. I try to avoid editing while I type anyways because it derails the flow of what I'm writing.

Otherwise in regards to the Freewriter Traveler, it's so far been a nuisance getting one on top of the expensive price tag attached to it.

I won't stop writing traditionally. There are pros and cons to both. As long as I continue to crank out at minimum 1K a day, I'm solid.

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What Am I Currently Reading:

Sword Art Online Progressive Vol 1 by Kawahara - Mainly for inspiration of my D&D Homebrew heavily influenced by SAO.

Sword Art Online Vol 2 by Kawahara - Same reason as above, I listen to this on audio going to and from work.

Brave New World by Huxley - Recommended on my work's reading list, meaning it's a book I can read while at work and not get in trouble.

To Rule the Waves by Jones - Non-fiction recommended on my work's reading list. Very dry but insightful. Another book I can read while at work and not get in trouble.

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the vase

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | family series

request: it is i after so many months bread anon and i have come with a request so basically can i request a hurt comfort where diluc and reader get into an argument maybe something petty and reader storms out in the rainreader ends up getting really sick and can’t come back so they stay in their old house until they recover and diluc starts to get really nervous searching for them just some hurt comfort with a sweet happy ending because too much pain will make me crymaybe diluc getting sick as well so they can just cuddle and suffer as a couple lol. -your one and only 🍞 (a/n: tweaked a tiiiiiiny bit)

pairings: diluc x gn!reader

warnings: angst/comfort, happy ending, reader has multiple breakdowns, 2k words

It was a freak accident.

You were just trying to clean up the manor when you stumbled over your own two feet and to break your fall, you grabbed onto the small table against the wall. Only this shook the table and what should have been a funny moment turned into a horrifying nightmare when the colorful vase that sat on the table tumbled to the ground. You watched the ceramic vase shatter the second it hit the ground and your jaw dropped in shock.

When you finally came back to your senses, you didn’t know what to do. This vase had been a gift from Kaeya and although Diluc rarely talked about it, you knew it meant a lot to him.

But here it was – in a million pieces on the ground.

You needed to do something but all you could do was stare. You couldn’t buy another vase, you didn’t have the money or even know where Kaeya got it from, you couldn’t put it together again even with all the glue in Teyvat and you couldn’t even hide it. You truly were screwed.

You finally had to remind yourself that standing there frowning at the vase wasn’t going to fix it and you reluctantly grabbed the dustpan and broom and swept away your crime.

Right when you finished throwing away the glass, the front door opened and you heard Diluc kicking his boots off. “Y/N?” He called. His voice sounded so joyous – it was a shame you had to break the news to him like this.

“In here,” You shakily said, poking your head out of the kitchen, “I need to tell you something.”

Diluc shook off his coat and raised an eyebrow, “Go ahead.”

“I was cleaning before and I tripped –”

“–are you alright? I told you to just leave the cleaning to the maids.”

“No, I’m fine. But Diluc…” Your voice grew quiet and you couldn’t seem to find the right words to say. “Diluc, I broke the vase.”

You watched as Diluc’s expression changed completely. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed and you couldn't read his emotions anymore. He walked around the bend to where the vase sat and you followed like a lost puppy.

“It’s broken.” Diluc swept a gloved hand over the empty surface. “You broke it.”

You swallowed thickly, “I know and I’m sorry but I’m going to go see Kaeya tomorrow and ask him where he got the vase so I can buy you another one.”

Diluc didn’t even look at you. “Another one? Did you ever stop to think about what the vase meant to me? You can’t just replace it.”

“It was an accident,” You tried, feeling a familiar feeling settle in your chest, “I’ll fix it.”

“You’re going to fix it?” Diluc asked. His voice was laced with venom and his words cut deep, digging into your already-raw wound. “You can’t fix it.”

“Yes, I can,” You shot back. You were trying to hold your ground, trying to show your partner that you were capable of owning up to your wrongdoings. But, Archons, it was hard when all he wanted to do was shoot you down.

“How? Are you going to go back in time?”

Your felt tears prick your eyes, “You know I can’t do that.”

There was a long silence and Diluc ran a hand through his bangs before saying, “You should stay somewhere else tonight.”

“What?”

Diluc gripped the edge of the table, “I don’t want to see your face tonight. Please, just go stay somewhere else.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” You exclaimed. You couldn’t hold back the tears and they rushed down your cheeks as you choked on your words. When Diluc asked you to move in with him, your parents finally moved to Liyue to retire. You didn’t have anyone to fall back on.

“You’ll find somewhere. Just go.”

So, you did.

It took Diluc a few hours to calm down and realize how much of an idiot he was. His anger morphed into concern when it dawned on him that he sent you outside with nothing on your back except the clothes you were wearing. When you didn’t come marching back inside after a while, Diluc took it into his own hands to go and find you.

He burst into Angel’s Share for the second time today and instantly found his brother sitting at the bar. “Have you seen Y/N?”

Kaeya turned over his shoulder, “Master Diluc, we meet again. What brings you back around?”

“Not now, Kaeya,” Diluc said firmly. “Is Y/N here?”

“No,” Kaeya shook his head, “Why would they be?”

Diluc was starting to panic. The tavern was the only place he could imagine you’d run to and if you weren’t here, he had no idea where you were. “It doesn’t matter,” Diluc said quickly, “Just come find me if you see them.”

He went to turn away but Kaeya grabbed onto his wrist, “Is everything alright?”

“We got into a fight and they left,” Diluc said. He could spare Kaeya the details for now. “I’m really worried.”

Kaeya could tell his brother was being sincere, “I’ll let you if I hear anything.”

Unbeknownst to the men, they were so close yet so far. Instead of going to Angel’s Share, you went to the Cat’s Tail. You didn’t want anyone you knew to see you but you desperately needed a drink to drown out what happened. You barely had any mora on you but you had enough for what you wanted.

You felt out of place in the bar. You rarely entered the taverns in Mondstadt anyways, usually only going to Angel’s Share with Diluc, and you wished you could disappear.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked.

You hesitated before reaching into your pocket and putting a handful of mora onto the counter, “Whatever this can buy me.” The bartender gave you a sympathetic look, maybe it was because of your bloodshot eyes, and peeled away to pour you something.

And as embarrassing as it was, you started to cry again. Why were you so clumsy? Why couldn’t you have fallen and hurt yourself instead of the vase? The bartender came back and placed a glass in front of you and you rubbed away your tears.

One sip of the drink made you gag. It was straight Fire Water and definitely cost more than what you had to offer. The bartender must have felt bad for you – how humiliating – so you chugged the drink and held it down with a sour expression. You didn’t wait for the alcohol to kick in before you stood up and walked out.

You felt exhausted and worthless and all you wanted to do was curl up in your nice, warm bed. But that wasn’t an option and the more you thought about it, the more you decided that you didn’t even deserve that. You deserved to walk out the gates of Mondstadt, collapse somewhere in the forest, and cry yourself to sleep under a tree.

Diluc felt like he looked everywhere. He must have gone back and forth between the city and The Winery ten times praying that you would just show up. The sun had set long ago and as stars painted the night sky, Diluc only became more anxious.

He needed to find you. He needed to gather you in his arms and apologize over and over and over again. He needed to drill into your mind that the stupid vase was replaceable but you weren’t.

He was starting to lose hope as time went on. As a last resort, Diluc decided to take one last look in the Whispering Woods. You usually avoided the forest like a plague but with the way Diluc made you feel, maybe that’s where you ended up.

As if the night couldn’t get any worse, the second Diluc stepped onto the forest trail, the sky closed up and it started to rain. Within minutes, Diluc was soaking wet.

The rain only motivated him more. If you were out here, he wanted to get you out of the rain as soon as possible.

Diluc felt his own eyes growing wet and he couldn’t tell if it was from the rain or if he was crying. If anything happened to you, he would never forgive himself.

And then he heard a scream. Your scream.

It was raw and desperate and miserable but Diluc followed the sound right to your sobbing body curled underneath a tree. His heart broke into a million pieces and he didn’t even hesitate before pulling you into his arms. You barely reacted, your head lolling to the side with numbness that spread throughout your entire body.

Your clothes were covered in mud and your pants were jagged and cut. “I’m sorry,” You bawled, “I tripped again and cut my leg on a fallen branch.” It sounded pathetic but it was the truth. When you fell to the ground, you could only scream in frustration and hit the muddy ground as hard as your hands let you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll replace the vase, I swear!”

“I don’t care about the vase,” Diluc reassured you. He brushed back the wet hair off your forehead.

You sobbed again, “Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. I love you.” Diluc felt horrible. Somehow, he felt worse than you did. “We need to get out of the rain.”

Diluc would sit there with you forever and express his love for you but you were shaking and he was starting to, too. Diluc pulled you to your feet and supported your body against his. Going back to The Winery was going to take too long, so Diluc held you until he found a cave. It wasn’t perfect but it was out of the rain. He practically shoved you into the cave and climbed in beside you, immediately lighting up his vision.

“Take off your jacket,” He said softly. He shook his own off and laid it flat on the ground. When you didn’t move, Diluc reached over to help you. “Your lips are turning blue. You need to get warm.”

You barely nodded. Diluc pulled you into his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating. At some point, Diluc leaned back and you laid on top of him. Your tears slowly ceased.

“I’m sorry,” You said again. You hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be,” Diluc said. He ran his fingers along your spine, “It’s done with.”

“But the vase…”

Diluc took in a deep breath, “It wasn’t the vase that meant a lot to me. It was what the vase represented.” You said nothing so Diluc continued, “Kaeya gave it to me when I came back from my leave. I remember thinking ‘what an ugly vase’ and wanted to throw it away right then and there. But…Kaeya had returned my vision to me inside the vase and I guess, all these years, I just couldn’t bear to part with it. I thought that if I got rid of it, then I would be getting rid of everything that happened as well. And I didn’t want that.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you didn’t. And Diluc didn’t demand a reply. Instead, you closed your eyes and pressed yourself even more against Diluc.

“Feeling better?” Diluc asked a while later. You nodded and felt yourself being shifted around. When you opened your eyes again, Diluc was carrying you. “It finally stopped raining. Let’s go home.”

Back at The Winery, Diluc helped you change into dry clothes and held you tightly under the blankets.

“Do you forgive me?” You finally asked. Tears glistened in your eyes once more but Diluc was there to brush them away.

“There was never anything for me to forgive.”

You fell asleep but Diluc stayed away. He stared at your beauty through half-lidded eyes, wondering how he could have been so cruel to something so beautiful. Diluc bent down and kissed your forehead.

The vase really was ugly, maybe it was time to finally get rid of it.

[babyzzz]

hi Leah! (is it okay if I call u by your name?)

pls don't roast my request bc I'm vanilla af 😭 feel free to change anything if needed <3 anyways, I've had this nsfw idea where akaza/hakuji is spooning the reader but just can't keep his hands off her, so he decides to murmur the filthiest things into her ear while fondling her breasts under her shirt and fingering her. mm I think what I'm thinking of is body worshipping? basically just akaza focusing on the reader's pleasure over his. umm you probably can't write much abt this lmao so I think a short one-shot would be best. thank you! <3

n/a: hi, sure, you can call me Leah <3 well, it seems like you read my thought, cause I was thinking of writing something like this, and I was so excited that I created lots scenes in my head lmao. but,,,, passed a few words from the limit of 1k heh

modern!au - Akaza & fem!reader

"papi, I'm your woman" you've been dating a secular demon, who lived on rent in your basement. but over time, your relationship stabilized so much that you spent hours watching movies and making out on the couch. finger fucking, worship body (reader being praised), make out, nipple play, implied unprotect sex, dirty talk 1082 words

note: her calling him papi was inspired by "Woman" from Doja Cat. ps: he has his human features in here (eyes color, at least)

“wake up, princess”, your boyfriend's husky voice along with his cold lips sliding from your earlobe to your neck made you open your eyes right away. the cuddling session had given way to hotter and less innocent touches and you could already feel a bulge forming in his crotch against your ass fitted perfectly there. you couldn't hold the grin that formed on your lips for the ease he reacted to you, without you having done absolutely nothing. 

he said he liked being the big spoon because you were too fragile and awakened in him all the protective instincts that were born along with him, a very long time ago. but you knew him well enough to read the blatant lie in his beautiful blue eyes. you being deliciously nestled in his arms allowed him full access to your perfect body, and would never keep his hand to himself having your waist, hips, breasts and tight pussy available for the touch of his fingers, hands, mouths and tongue. the wet kisses he gave on your neck, sometimes being replaced by licks, already made you move your legs instinctively, consequently making your ass rub more against his erection. the growls coming from his lips were just a bonus for that current of heat to burn you from the inside, sending a shocking sensation between your legs.

his touches on your skin were soft, but you knew that teasing him would soon become rougher and that was exactly what you wanted. but let him do it the way he’d like.

the touch of his fingers was warm and ticklish as he slid down your waist and belly until he reached your bare breasts made you sigh, almost feeling like laughing, but soon the sensation changed drastically to that of pleasure when you felt his hand rest on your breast and squeeze it. your sensitive nipple against his palm made you moan. he worshiped your body, and would spend hours and hours in it, as if it were a divine temple, so he knew every sensitive spot on your body. but he also said you were like a bomb, and your tits were the wick he ignited with his fingers until you were at the point of explosion, begging him to just fuck you hard. you already rubbed one thigh on the other in search of friction in the clit, while you heard from him some dirty words in your ear.

“are you already that desperate, princess? I've barely started playing with those wonderful tits and you're already rubbing yourself like a slut on my cock?” he kissed your nape and cupped one of your nipples with his fingertips and twisted it, making you gasp.

“papi,” you said between broken moans.

the need present in your voice along with the way you called him only made him squeeze your breast hard and make you feel him slamming his crotch against your ass. you just managed to whisper a “fuck” with a broken tone. you wiggled your hips up and down on his erection in return, causing him to grunt.

you had your head resting on the biceps of his left arm, but his hand and forearm remained free and he used it to hold your throat, not to squeeze there, but to make you yearn for the imminent danger of that happening.

“you're my good girl aren't you?” he asked and you immediately nodded. “my good girl who is going to spread her legs for me to finger that delicious cunt?” again you confirmed. "and she’s gonna show me how good she's going to squeeze my cock when it's pounding deep inside her, isn't she?"

“yea, yea, papi!” you almost whimpered as you spread your legs wide, taking up more space on the couch you were lying on, and Akaza crept further into the corner to make you comfortable.

his hand left your breast and went around every sinful curve of your body. passing through the waist, hips, thighs and reaching between your legs. he didn't get into your panties right away, first he made sure of the state you were in.

“is your pussy so wet that it soaked your panties? but what a good girl you are,” he praised you and took his hand from your neck to hold one of your breasts again, over the cotton fabric of the shirt. he squeezed hard at the same time he rubbed his fingers on your clit, over your panties, drawing from your lips a needy groan.

without patience, he finally reached inside the garment you were wearing and found your hot and wet entrancet. you moaned his name as you felt his fingers playing with your pleasure spot. his skillful fingers circled your clit and then pressed against it, bringing you to the edge of orgasm.

“move those hips for me,” he demanded and you obeyed.

with the movements that your hips made, his fingers in your pussy became more and more agile and you closed your eyes when you felt that you'd cum, but you opened them all at once when you felt him slide at least two fingers in your pussy. your moan was muted and you just bit your bottom lip as you felt him pound his fingers deep inside you.

“you're squeezing my fingers so hard, my princess. your pussy is so wet and warm I want to fuck with my tongue to feel it. you taste delicious, you know that?” he said right in your ear, squeezing your nipple while hitting you hard on your cunt.

when you were no longer able to hold it back, you came intensely and you closed your legs against his hand, cringing a little so that he withdrew from you because you were so overstimulated it hurt.

he didn't let go of you right away, he just waited for you to stop shaking to take his fingers off from your pussy and your panties, only to take them to his own lips, where he licked every drop of your essence.

when he finished, he pulled your chin to face him and took your lips in a dirty kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue. in the next minute, with mastery, he changed your position, placing you under his body, lowering the sweatpants he was wearing, freeing his large veiny cock and adjusting between your legs after pushing your panties to the side and in one thrust, your walls were stretching around him.

[saradika]

wintry.

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated G - 1k words / Part 6 of warmest wishes.

Prompt - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings

Tags: aching cold, the warmth of another, and confessions in the dark. This is part of the December Writing Challenge! ❄️💕

The interior of the Crest is cold - her breath coming out in puffs of air as she draws her knees up to her chest. Hands shoved deep into soft leather gloves, cupping around her mouth to catch the warmth.

One of their generators had gone down as they were preparing to leave, and it wasn't worth pushing through until the next planet. He had already pushed just to get them here - to land - and had been rewarded with a plume of smoke from the generator room, one of the wires fried and broken.

Din had made the long and cold hike into town to order replacement parts, but the merchant had said their supplies were still in transit. That it would be early the next day at the soonest - something he should have expected on a remote planet like this.

There's not a snowstorm whirling around them this time - thank the Maker, but the chill air still seems to creep in, settle in their bones as they wait for morning.

She finds the best spot first, the corner of the ship where a bit of heat from the engines still linger, gathering up all their bedding and thick clothes and bringing them down.

When he gets down there, she’s wrapped up in sweaters, offering a coarsely-woven blanket out to him while patting the floor beside her.

His armor creaks as he lowers himself down, gloved fingers unclasping the thick, warm cloak around his shoulder to add to the pile.

She shifts closer as he gets comfortable, his back pressing against the wall as she layers the meager blankets around their curled forms, saving his cloak for last.

Din helps her turn it sideways, draping it across both of their shoulders. He’s internally grateful again for the gift - his old cloak would have done little to shield the chill.

“S’better.” She comments through chattering teeth, and she’s right - the residual heat and the blankets are helping, along with their close proximity.

“I have your flash heater,” He adjusts the heavy bag placed between his bent knees. “I don’t think it will last all night but we can use it if it gets too cold.”

She thanks him as she settles in close, and his arm shifts to make room. First pressing to his side - but it’s feels so cramped and uncomfortable.

But then she’s leaning forward, making room for his arm to curve behind her, fitting her close to his side at the edge of the cloak wraps around them.

It’s quiet as they sit, pressing up against each other, slowly warming themselves in the little nest they’ve created with the blankets. She has one edge pulled up to her nose, just her eyes peeking out as pulls her knees a little closer to her chest.

There’s hours until dawn, he could sense it was going to be a long night. He isn’t sure if they’ll get much sleep, but there would be time to catch up on that later.

Her head tilts, and she angles herself, shoulder pressing against arm and rib, the side of her cheek finding the spot of fabric between pauldron and the heavy edge of his helmet.

“This okay?” She asks, he almost huffs a laugh - it’s definitely okay. More than, even.

“Yeah.” He answers, and then after a beat adds, “Bet you wished you’d stayed on that planet now, huh? No snow there.”

It’s self-deprecating, and his head is twitching to the side as she almost headbutts him - her head snapping up so she can see his visor.

Her eyes scan over his helmet, her brow creased, lips turned down at their soft edges.

“No, I don’t.” She settled back down, almost petulantly, “I’d rather be here, even if it is cold.”

The spot where his chest used to ache throbs in a new way, his palm rubbing at it briefly over the planes of his armor.

“Me too.” He manages, the words soft, so soft that he isn’t even sure that she heard them.

There’s another long moment, and he’s notices their teeth had stopped chattering, that his fingers and toes no longer ached. Those sounds are replaced by the creaks of the ship, the chilling sound of the wind whipping by outside.

“I thought I messed it all up.” She’s breaking the silence now, her voice sounding quiet and far-away, her breath fogging against beskar, “At the party. With the…. mistletoe.”

His brow furrows at her words, but she’s pressing on, “I guess it wasn’t fair of me, but it just felt like time was ticking down so quickly.”

“And then, it was here and I was leaving.” She laughs but it sounds pained, more like a choked gasp, “I didn’t even make it into town before I was turning back. I was so scared you’d be gone. I don’t know what I would have done.”

He gets it - in this dark corner of the ship, wrapped up in the warmth of another, it made the idea of confession easy. That he could speak aloud into the void, get the heavy words off his chest.

And he does, his own admission leaving his chest to join with hers.

“I would have come back, even if I had left.”

There’s a huff of a breath that sounds like relief, like a smile. Her free hand searches until find where’s he’s grasping the cloak, keeping it wrapped around them. His fingers shift apart until hers can slot alongside them, squeezing them gently.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A silence follows, but this time it’s comfortable. She finds a way to press herself closer, and his helmet tips down, a curved cheek settling against the top of her head.

There were still hours to go, but it feels less daunting now - like maybe it’s not all bad, maybe this wasn’t one of the worst nights he’s had.

Because he’s realized - he doesn’t feel so cold anymore. And from the way she sighs, her body relaxing just to press a little closer, he thinks…

He thinks she must feel the same.

(The End 💖❄️)

[charspnp]

hiiii !!! hope you are having a great day !! can i request “person a making a playlist for person b without their knowledge”, person a being schlatt, person b being fem reader ? :) my idea for da plot is that they are friends and making a cute n romantic playlist is schlatt’s idea of making a move on her ? thank you in advance and again i hope you have a great day !! love ur writing !!!

this is so stupid, schlatt kept trying to convince himself, adding yet another old, cheesy love song to the ever-growing playlist. shaking his head, he dragged his hands down his face. why the hell is he even doing this in the first place? it’s stupid, so, so stupid. looking back up at his computer screen, he looked over the songs he added to the playlist. there were about 20 songs, adding up to a little over an hour. he let his eyes drift to the left where jambo sat on his cat tower, watching him, judging him almost.

“the hell do you want, you little shit?” schlatt grumbled at the feline.

as if understanding what he said, jambo turned on his other side and stretched. now facing the window, he laid his head down to take a nap. schlatt grumbled lowly to himself again in frustration. if he stopped right now, deleted the playlist, you’d be none the wiser. it’s not like you knew what he was even doing in the first place. making a playlist for you was originally a fleeting thought, a small thing he pondered over after seeing people making a playlist for their own loved ones. not like you were his loved one. you two were just friends, a fact he was reminded of each time the two of you would speak to each other.

as he glared at the playlist, an alarm on his phone went off - he has to help someone record. dismissing the alarm, he exited out of spotify, trying to clear his head and get into character before joining a call with his friends.

schlatt didn’t get alone time until way later that night. between recording with his friends, recording for himself, and editing, he hadn’t gotten a chance to think about the playlist he was working on. that was, until he opened spotify to try and relax. he zoned out as he waited for the app to load and when he zoned back in, the playlist was glaring at him, taunting him. he was immediately whipped back into the mood he was in whilst making said playlist. annoyed. annoyed with himself. why can’t he just say he likes you like a normal person? why does he have to make you jump through hoops to try and figure it out?

he’s embarrassed. that’s why. embarrassed because the jschlatt has a silly little crush on someone. what is he, a stupid middle schooler again? he sighed out in frustration, much like he did earlier that day. his knee started bobbing, his thoughts racing more and more the longer he started at the playlist.

“for y/n”

without thinking (or because he couldn't stop thinking), he reached forward, grabbing his mouse. he clicked on the playlist and copied the link to it. he navigated his way to discord and into your guys’ dm’s. he paused as he saw the last messages the two of you shared:

night, schlatt, sleep well, love you! :)

yeah yeah you too

taking a deep breath, he pasted the link in the message bar. he paused again, wondering if this was actually a good idea. he sighed and shook his head, raising his hand to delete the message. right as he went to do so, jambo suddenly jumped onto his desk in hopes of getting attention. as he walked forward, he stepped on schlatt’s keyboard, pressing a couple keys in the process.

“jambo!” schlatt berated as he picked up the kitten, holding him up to his face so he could look into his wide eyes, “what the hell, man, you coulda really -”

schlatt stopped himself mid-sentence as his focus was suddenly turned to the screen behind jambo’s head. the little gremlin didn’t like how the attention wasn’t on him anymore as he meowed and tried to push his face against his owner’s. preoccupied, said owner just set him down, eyes glued to his monitor. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. what the hell man! even though he was thinking about it, it’s not like schlatt was actually going to send the playlist to you! but now he did. the deed was done. he couldn’t just delete the message, you’d still get the notification and you'd definitely ask him about it. before he could think too much more into it, schlatt surged forward and turned off his computer. he pushed himself away from his desk, eyes wide and felt growing hotter by the second.

he slipped the headband out of his wavy hair and ran a hand through it. he sat there for a second, completely still with his fingers in his hair and forehead resting on his palm. he was broken out of his distressed trance when jambo meowed again at him. schlatt took a deep breath and ignored jambo’s cries for attention, opting to walk out of his recording room and into bed to try and sleep it off, deal with it in the morning.

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schlatt didn’t get much sleep. from his nervousness from how you’d react to jambo continuously meowing at him due to the lack of attention, schlatt laid awake, staring idly at the ceiling until he eventually fell asleep. he was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing, way too loud in his ear. not bothering to check who was calling, schlatt picked it up, expecting it to be a spam call.

what he wasn’t expecting, however, was your loud voice to exclaim, “schlatt!” right into his ear.

“fuckin - what?” he responded annoyed at being yelled at first thing in the morning. and that’s when he remembered. the playlist. there’s no way you’re not calling him about it.

“what the hell is this?” you asked, quieter upon hearing his groggy voice, knowing you had woken him up.

playing innocent, schlatt responded with, “what the hell is what?”

“this playlist.”

oh he’s most certainly fucked now. turning to lay on his back, he draped an arm over his eyes, part of him hoping that’d be enough to shield him from this embarrassing situation.

“just that. a playlist,” he responded carefully.

“well, yeah, but it’s, like...” you paused, searching for the right words.

“like what?” if he were sitting in a seat, he’d be on the edge of it, the anticipation killing him. he wasn’t sure if you liked it or not, your tone remaining mostly… curious.

“romantic. and shit,” you finally concluded, voice softer.

“yeah. what about it?” he was becoming defensive, ready for you to end your friendship right then and there.

but, you only chuckled. “it’s cute,” you teased.

okay. schlatt definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. he took his arm away from his face and moved it behind him, pushing himself to sit upright. eyes wide and face feeling hotter than ever, he responded, “c-cute?” he cursed himself inwardly for stuttering.

you chuckled again, “yeah. ‘s cute. i’d never expect something like this from you, schlatt,” - he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing - “but i can’t say it’s unwelcomed. shall i make you a cheesy playlist in return?”

deciding you had enough fun with your teasing, schlatt gained confidence and responded, “only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“yeah? i’d love that,” your teasing tone was gone, a soft and genuine one replacing it.

“good. see you on saturday then?”

“see you then, big man.”

and with that, the call was ended. schlatt couldn’t help but stare down at his phone with a lovestruck expression, completely out of character for him, but he couldn’t help it. he felt a presence hop up on his bed and he turned to look at jambo, the culprit of all this, sitting there, looking at schlatt with his bug, dumb eyes. though he was the reason schlatt landed a date with you - someone he’d been pining over for a while, now - he couldn’t help but just -

“fuck off."

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intimate actions;; 1k event

prompts / masterlist

[witcher-trash]

Weekly (?) Witcher Fic Recs 12

Bury My Heart At Rivia (eskel/geralt, complete, mature, 8k) Eskel is in mourning and stuck in a pit of denial. Gaunter O'Dimm appears to make him an offer he can't refuse.

carry on, try to bear the agony (ivar evil eye/keldar, teen, complete, 1k) “I can never catch them.” Ivar looks tired as he says this. There are dark shades under his eyes that signal countless sleepless nights and Keldar wonders how they didn’t notice them sooner. “Always a step behind.” Or: the fic where Ivar has a Wild Hunt vision induced panic attack, and Keldar is doing their best

Delayed (eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 7k) When a liberating change of scenery at Eskel's fingertips is ripped away, Lambert steps in with comfort and a few ideas for how to make the winter palatable.

Forged in Silver (aiden/lambert, explicit, wip, 15k) When Lambert loses his silver blade on a hunt, he's forced to go looking for a weaponsmith capable of forging a replacement. Few and far between on the Continent, but he'd sooner chew his right arm off than return to Kaer Morhen with his tail between his legs. His contractor sends him to Vattweir, where he meets a former Cat Witcher with a complicated history. Lambert's initial advances are violently rebuffed, but as he spends more time with Aiden, he uncovers a man that is still beholden to ghosts from the life he tried to leave behind. As the embers of more complicated feelings begin to gather, another watches on from a distance, guiding Lambert towards happiness the best he can while hiding his own broken heart.

Honey, You're Familiar Like My Mirror Years Ago (eskel/geralt, teen, complete, 5k) Eskel is a witch and he is in love with his familiar, Geralt. It only takes them both temporality losing their powers for him to admit it.

Keeping the Fires Burning (eskel/lambert, mature, complete, 3k) They walk the walls of the keep together in silence, making note of the damage left by the Wild Hunt’s attack. Eskel lights the beacons one by one as they pass, just like Vesemir did. The sun’s just barely risen for the day so he knows it’s only a waste of good wood, but he can’t help himself. Besides - who’s left to complain? There’s something soothing in the action, the ritual of it. Maybe that’s why the old man always did it. Maybe it helped him deal with his own ghosts. Lambert doesn’t roast him for being overly sentimental or anything either. Not today at least. Eskel grieves after The Battle of Kaer Morhen.

little wooden horses (eskel/geralt, teen, complete, 3k) For the first time in his life – well, the part of his life that mattered, in any case – Geralt realized after he’d made camp that first night, crossing his arms under his head and staring at the clear night sky above him, he was without Eskel, and he felt as if a chunk of his heart had been taken away. - Geralt's love for Eskel throughout the years.

My Mother Told Me (arnaghad/erland of larvik, teen, complete, 1k) Did Arnaghad remember? Erland remembered.

Nothing to Lose But My Secrets (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 45k) Jaskier is the best assassin in the Northern Kingdoms. On the most important mission of his life-- kill the Warlord of the North or die trying --things go terribly wrong, and he's taken prisoner. During his time as a captive in Kaer Morhen, he's forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: witchers aren't what the stories say, his soulmate is most definitely somewhere in the keep, and he may have found himself on the wrong side of this war. -- aka a warlord AU, soulmate AU, and enemies-to-lovers fic all in one!

of Weeds & Wretched Things (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 10k) They are the gods of. No one ever says ‘the gods who’ or ‘the gods that’ when referring to their powers, their domains. Until he arrived. Born, as none of the others were. Weak, as none of the others failed to remind him. Alone, as none of the others could even conceive of. He had to grow into his power. But he did not know that piece of himself yet.

Something Tells Me (I Could Fall In Love With You) (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 200k) Struggling with the fallout of a bad break-up, Geralt is eventually lured out into the world again by Eskel, insistent that a house party hosted by Valdo Marx will help him shrug off whatever shadows have been stalking around his brain and holding him down for the past few weeks. Fleeing the noise and chaos by turning to the roof of the building, Geralt meets a man in a similar situation to his own: fresh out of a relationship and wanting to be anywhere else but at Valdo Marx's party.

The Deferent (geralt/lambert/eskel, explicit, complete, 8k) The tradition of fighting over of the Role of Deferent is the closest thing Witchers have to religion, and Lambert thinks the only thing more embarrassing than losing every time would be his brothers smelling the way he yearns for something more. The way the thought of them gets him hot under the collar and he wishes it was more than some stupid fucking ritual they do to keep Vesemir happy.

Thirty-One Days of Decembert (2021) Yes, I am reccing the whole collection, I could never just choose some of my favorites! I love Lambert so much! Check this collection out to find amazing Lambert-centric writing of all flavors!

To Yellow Autumn Turned (auckes, serrit, ivar evil eye,&letho, gen, complete, 1k) Leaving a colour on someone was no small thing, but worse was to touch and find no colour left behind. Worst of all was to leave a colour and then lose it when the Trials stole the one who held part of your soul. After the fall of Gorthur Gvaed, Serrit looks back at some key moments and the soul marks they birthed.

wanna see you on your back with a smiley stare (eskel/geralt, explicit, complete, 8k) “Fisstech?” “I learned it from a succubus.” “This how you’re propositioning me these days?” “If it works.”

[mercy-burning]

Again And Again

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Companion to Out Of Commission and Make It Even (but can be read separately) / Reader and Spencer are frustrated at the constant injuries they acquire on the job. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (oral sex - both receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, light degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, very brief mention of somnophilia at the end) Word Count: 3.1k

Full Request: “hey !! i love you writing and was wondering if you can make a part 3 to out of commission and make it even where reader and spencer reid have sex” — @deepestcloudvoidhound 

***EDITED: 7/25/2021***

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

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"I swear to God, if this happens one more time I'm quitting," she breathed against his mouth, her hands frantically working to push off his jacket.

They hadn't even made it all the way through the door.

Spencer closed it with his foot and almost lost his balance as she yanked the jacket off his shoulders, threw it to the ground, and shoved him against the apartment door. And though in the back of his mind he worried that she might be a little too vigorous in her determination for long-awaited sex, he couldn't deny that it'd been nagging him as well.

It was a long four months.

It wasn't long after Y/N had fully healed from her stomach injury, two weeks to be exact, that Spencer hurt his knee again, after an unfortunate fall down some stairs no thanks to a sneaky unsub. Unsurprisingly, that took extra long to heal because of his previous leg injury, so that put him out of commission for almost a month. And then, after one night of fully-healed, very intense and hot sex, they were called away on another case, and sure enough, Y/N came out of it with another injury. It was a broken ankle, so nothing too serious, but still enough to warrant jokes from everyone about how accident-prone the lovebirds were.

And by the time both of them were finally ready to start having sex again, Y/N was in the hospital because of internal bleeding caused by her previous stomach wounds.

It was exhausting.

And that was putting it lightly.

Over the course of the last month, Y/N was so anxious to get back to occasionally jumping her boyfriend's bones, though said boyfriend and her doctor both laid strict orders to give it a good solid month and a half to two (or maybe even three, just to be safe) months before trying any sort of sexual activity. It made her cranky, made her co-workers greatly amused, and made Spencer a little sad, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't frustrated as well.

Which is why, as she pushed against him, littering his neck with kisses and bites and hiked her knee up to settle between his legs, rather than suggesting they take it easy, he indulged her and rocked his hips against it, using his hands to clutch at her shoulders as warmth flooded his insides.

"I want you so fucking bad," she growled in his ear, reaching up to nibble on the top of it, which in turn caused her leg to press harder into his crotch. He shuddered against her as she continued speaking—low, slow, and hot against the side of his face. "But knowing our shitty luck, this will probably be one of the last times for months we'll be able to have sex, and I want this to last."

She rolled her body further into his, letting out a small whine in desperation, and it all but drove him up the wall. His hips ground down into her leg and his hands slid down her body to grip her ass, needing more than anything to be close to her.

"Please," he choked out, fluttering his eyes at the way she hummed against his neck. "Baby, please..."

"Mmm, I love it when you beg," she whined, right before her mouth sloppily slid across his neck, up his jawline, and over his lips. Their tongues pushed together instantly, sparks flying and hands roaming just about everywhere they could, until Y/N decided she'd done enough waiting.

"Take your pants off," she hummed, and he wasted no time with a verbal response.

As soon as his hands flew to undo his belt, she dropped to her knees and waited patiently, feeling herself grow wetter at just the sound of the belt rattling. She sat there and squirmed, until finally he was hooking his fingers through the waistband of the fabric, and as soon as he moved, she reached up and yanked them down, looking up at him with large eyes and a wicked smile.

The sight drove him wild, though the feeling only grew when she stuck out her tongue and licked his dick slowly from base to tip. When she got there, her lips wrapped softly around the tip and sucked ever so gently, before she swiped her tongue back down and repeated the whole process.

Spencer's head thunked against the door as he let out a sigh. "Y/N..." He wasn't even really sure how he intended to say her name. It felt like he was begging for her to do more, but he was also just so fucking relieved to have here here with him right now, feeling her desperation in every little kiss and warm, wet stroke of her tongue...

He whined a little when she pulled away, but was rewarded with the sweet sound of her laugh and her hand wrapping firmly around his dick, now slick with her saliva. Her hand glided swiftly along it, her eyes looking up at him through her eyelashes. And again, the sight drove him absolutely wild.

"Tell me what you want, baby," she whispered, moving her hand faster. "I'll do anything. Anything for you..."

"Just c—come here."

She stood up, keeping her hand attached to his dick as she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him. Their mouths moved together in frenzied harmony, and while she continued jerking him off, he slipped his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts over her bra. She moaned gently into his mouth and was able to get out a hurried, "Bedroom."

They stumbled there, losing layers along the way until Y/N was just in her bra and panties and Spencer was wearing only his socks and his shirt, unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders.

"Sit down," he told her softly, kneeling in front of the bed with a gleam in his eyes that mirrored the wickedness Y/N had possessed just moments earlier.

She smiled and obliged, perching herself on the edge of the bed and leaning back on her hands. It wasn't long before he was practically ripping her panties off and tossing them aside like they were a mere obstacle. And a split second later, his mouth was on her.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he wasted no time with pleasantries, quite literally digging in and burying his face into her pussy. He plunged his tongue as far inside of her as he could go, swirling it around as his nose brushed up against her clit. And he kept at that until she felt his finger slide into the mix, replacing his tongue as his lips pressed sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs.

When his tongue found its way to her clit, flicking over it in tandem with the long, languid motions of his fingers, she moaned out his name rather obscenely.

This only gave him the confidence to take it a step further, curling his fingers just right to hit that sweet spot. Over and over again he hit it, causing her to yell out and grip the comforter as tightly as she could with one hand, the other doing the same to his hair. "Ohh, I'm gonna... fuck!"

Since his mouth was a bit occupied, he hummed against her in response, slightly rocking his head from side to side to give her that extra push to bring her over the edge.

Sure enough, right then she clenched around his fingers and he felt her body shudder against him. He drank up every second of it, savoring her taste and slowly finger-fucking her through each wave of pleasure until she was pulling his head away.

She almost came again at the way he looked in that moment. The lower half of his face was adorned in her arousal, and his tongue occasionally swiped out to get some off his lips. His hair was all mussed and out of place from the way she'd been tugging on it, meanwhile his eyes raked over her body in just about the most hungry way she'd ever seen from him. It was truly a sight to behold, one that she was sure she didn't need his memory to remember.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," Y/N sighed, gripping his hair again to pull him up. He got the message, climbing up and kissing her. The taste of herself transferring from his lips to hers made her groan into him. She brought her hands around to his neck and pulled them both backwards until he was straddling her hips, and impatient as ever, she lifted her lower half up to feel friction.

At her eagerness, Spencer laughed and held them down. "Not so fast, sweetheart. I set the pace this time."

She whined at his words, but nodded nonetheless. He grinned then, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, right before settling himself over her and taking his sweet time sliding in. And as torturous as it was feeling him very slowly fuck her, she focused on the way his shirt still hung open over his body. She loved him in any capacity of course, but there was just something about that one stupid piece of fabric hanging from his figure that somehow made this moment all the more sexy. Any other time, she would have figured it was the urgency of it all that made it as hot as it was, but with the way Spencer was moving slower than a turtle, that obviously wasn't the case this time.

But whatever it was, all she knew in this moment was that she was fucking turned on as hell, and squirming underneath him.

"Patience, pretty girl," he chastised, shifting onto his knees and holding her hips down. "I thought you wanted this to last?"

"I—I do," she gasped out as he took one slow thrust forward.

"Don't you want to feel every single inch of me as I get deep inside you, hmm?" At that sentiment, Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he finally buried his dick to the hilt inside of her. And that breath escaped as a series of little whimpers as he stayed there and ground his hips in slow circles, burning her from the inside out. She reached out and gripped the sides of his shirt that hung from his chest, grateful for the extra leverage as she steadied her breathing.

He pulled out slowly and then repeated the process, and it was the most excruciating pleasure she'd ever felt. But she desperately wanted more. "Please," she whined out, pulling his shirt and trying to lift her hips up. "Go faster, please, I need it baby, I need it faster..."

He laughed so quietly she wasn't sure she actually heard it, but after he spoke, she was sure he had. "Mmm, I love it when you beg..."

The mirroring of her words had never sounded so delicious on his lips, especially after he pulled out and then slammed into her again, harder, and then setting a steady pace that kept her satisfied. She cried out, twisting his shirt in her hands and looking down between their bodies to watch his hips smoothly cant forward into her each time.

He took notice of this, squeezing her hips slightly as he spoke. "You like watching me fuck into you, sweetheart?"

"Uh huh," she whined out, biting her lip and letting go of his shirt. She gripped his arms instead, pulling on them slightly before reaching back to unclasp her bra.

Once she got it off and tossed it to the side, Spencer did what she silently told him she wanted and leaned forward, gripping her breasts rather than her hips. He massaged them roughly as his hips continued their steady pace back and forth.

"Fuck, baby, you always fill me up so fucking good," she said lowly, gripping his forearms and admiring how the veins in his wrists and hands looked as they strained against his skin.

He rewarded her words with a harder, quicker pace that caused his hands to grip her breasts even tighter to give him leverage. She moaned out and threw her head back, loving the feeling of him just using her like this, a feeling she hadn't experienced in so long that it was like coming home.

He must have read her mind, because he paused then, stilling inside her and grinding his hips slowly again, to which she cried out. "You feel that?" he asked slowly, throwing a little more of his weight on top of her. "You feel how deep I am, pretty girl? I bet you missed that feeling, huh?"

"Ohh, fuck, yes," she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes open. But she did anyway, feeling her walls flutter around him as he gazed at her hungrily. And then she spoke again. "I know you missed it, too... Fucking me like the dirty little whore I am."

Spencer hummed lowly. "Is that what you want?"

"Mhm," she responded in kind through a whine.

He pulled out of her then, leaving her empty and already missing his warmth. "Then get on your knees."

Y/N quickly did as she was told, flipping over and even wiggling her ass in the air in anticipation, with the biggest smile on her face. But the second he lined himself up with her entrance, he leaned over and pressed her shoulders down. "Face down..."

She didn't dare tell him otherwise. Actually, the fire that lit within her at his words was enough to keep her compliant anyway.

So when he took one sharp thrust forward and held himself inside of her, she sighed, clutching the blankets and wiggling her ass again.

"You want it so bad, you move," Spencer demanded, landing a firm smack to her left ass cheek.

The guttural moan that ripped through her was nothing short of pornographic as she set a quick pace rocking back and forth onto his dick. He slapped her other ass cheek after a few moments, and it elicited a pretty little yelp that had him practically throbbing with want inside of her. He repeated it a few times, watching her ass gradually grow redder with every smack, and the string of sounds and curses that came from Y/N's mouth started to sound more like tired cries.

"You gonna come again for me, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," she whined out desperately, clenching herself around him.

"Let me hep you, baby." With that, he gripped her hips and helped her move them back, thrusting his own forward to meet her halfway and making her cry out. "Go ahead, rub your clit for me. That's it, good girl... Mmm..."

She shook around him and cried out, clutching the pillow in front of her with one hand while the other worked her clit through her orgasm.

Spencer held her hips steady as he continued pumping in and out of her at a quick pace, not letting up even after she finished. "I'm almost there, sweetheart. Think you can take it a little longer?" She whined out incoherently, but he ran one of his hands gently over the curve of her ass. "I know you can, you're always such a good girl for me. You take my cock so well..."

His words made her clench around him again, and she held onto the blankets for dear life, moaning out at the sharpness of each of his strokes. She was most definitely overstimulated and sensitive, but it only made his twitching inside of her all the better.

He held himself inside of her as he came, whispering sweet praises and bending over her backside to press little kisses to her shoulders and stroke the hair from her face. This new angle sparked another little aftershock of her orgasm, the feeling of his warm cum spilling over as he gently fucked it into her being the thing that took her over the edge a third time.

Once they both settled down, her grip on the blankets nothing but a memory and his slow, gentle thrusts coming to a stop, Spencer grazed his hand over her cheek and down her neck.

"I'm gonna get up now, okay?" he said sweetly. "Just so you can straighten your legs out."

"Mhm," she answered, slowly groaning as he pulled out of her and helped her move her knees out from underneath her. She laid flat on her stomach, the feeling of his cum spilling out a worry for another time. If anything, it made her smile, as it stood a reminder of the sex she'd been craving for months.

Still, Spencer grabbed some wipes from the bedside table drawer and cleaned her up, throwing them away before he made his way back to bed and snuggled up beside her. He laid on his side as he faced her, and his hand came up to brush the side of her face again.

"You okay? Not feeling any pain? You don't need a hospital visit?"

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately with a smile. Her hands were crossed and under her chin. "No, thank God. Though, even if I was hurt, I wouldn't tell you, because that sex was so worth it."

He laughed with her, though it was obvious he was still a little worried. "Well... I'm glad you're okay. But maybe we should take it easy for a week or two now, just to be safe."

"Absolutely fucking not. You know why?"

He opened his mouth, though whether to answer or retort, she wasn't sure, because she interrupted before he could get a word in. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do. So if we don't go at it again before we fall asleep tonight, I expect to see you bright and early when we wake up, with your head between my legs."

"Okay, silly girl," he agreed finally, with a laugh and light squeeze of her shoulder.

They laid in silence for a minute or two, just enjoying each others' company before Y/N spoke up again. "I'm really okay... I don't want you to think I'm just saying that to get you to have sex with me, I... I really mean that, because I know how much you care about me. And I love you for that, you know."

Spencer smiled and scooted closer to her, wrapping his arm around her back and pressing his forehead to her temple.

"I know. And I love you, too."

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frozen

pairing : beomgyu x reader (best friends)

genre : angst

wc : 1k

warnings : negativity, self hate and use of a curse word, once

song rec : frost : txt ; frozen : madonna

note : uwu txt’s frost inspired me to write this. I was feeling really negative when I wrote this, so I’m sorry if this is too saddening or shitty <3

the cold tile hits his knees as he sinks to the floor. his girlfriend, the one who he thought loved him, cheated on him with another guy, who looked no less than a stud. was he not enough? he gave her his everything, but she left him with nothing. his initial shock and sadness get replaced by hatred. the hatred that takes over his heart and turns it icy.

you’ve had a crush on your best friend beomgyu for as long as you can remember. when he lets you know that he’s broken up with his girlfriend, you let out a silent whoop, happily that you can finally have him to yourself. since he sounded really sad, you decide to pay him a visit to check up on him.

you ring the bell of his apartment, cheerfully, carrying a bag full of his favorite food. the door opens and he says, rather coldly “go away, i don’t need you here” and snatches the bag of food from you as he slams the door on your face.

you stare at his door in shock. what the hell was that? you went to see for his sake, and this is how he behaved? tears roll down your cheeks, and you head back home. once you’re home, you make yourself a cup of coffee, and fume silently at beomgyu’s behavior. just then, you get a message from him. he texted that he’s sorry for being so rude. you ignore his message. he sends another text, saying saying that he won’t hurt you again, and he wanted you to live with him for a few days.

out of your love for him, you forgive him and text him that you’d be there at his place in 10 minutes. when you’re finally at his place, you both make yourselves cozy on his couch. you can’t help but think about how distant he’s been the entire evening. to interrupt the awkward silence, you ask, “how are you feeling now, gyu? shall i make dinner for us? your favorite food?” and he replies, “firstly, my name’s beomgyu, not gyu. stop with your silly pet names” “but-“ you interrupt, only to get cut off by him, “second, do not make dinner if you think you’re doing me a favor. i don’t need your favor anyway” he snaps.

his words pierce your heart like a dagger. you silently curse his ex, because of whom he was being so toxic. thinking about all this, you doze off on the sofa. beomgyu, meanwhile, gets up to go to the balcony. he looks up at the sky, trying to soothe his mind by looking at the stars and forget everything what happened. instead, it brings in even more chaos in his mind and heart. taking out his phone, he scrolls through the photos of his ex. a single drop of tear falls from his eyes, and he feels a hand stroking his back.

he turns around to find you calmly reassure. for some reason, he pushes you away from him. with that, he walks out of the room, leaving you all by yourself to cry. i’m going nuts, i shouldn’t have pushed her, he thinks. he felt like pulling out every strand of his hair. it felt like his heart and emotions were frozen. and he knew no way to melt them.

for the next few days, he snaps at you with his venomic words. his words hit your heart like a cold, merciless breeze, yet you endure everything, because you love him. meanwhile, beomgyu drowns deeper in his misery. you do everything, to make him happy, from bringing in his favorite apple shaped balloons to buying his favorite ice cream, in hopes of warming him with your love.

but of course, nothing works. he was too blind in his hate and regret. you walk aimlessly around his house, searching for something, but you can feel nothing. he passes right in front of you, wordlessly. how cruel could he be? couldn’t he bother to talk to you? or atleast let you comfort him? you hear him talk to someone, and you tiptoe all over to his room, where you hear him say “yeah, well, she’s a bother. the only good thing is that she cooks for me and shit, but i’d rather want her gone. it’s mom who’s forced me to let her stay with me, cause mom thinks i might do something silly.”

that’s it. the last straw. you’re done with him, and you pack your suitcase to leave. “wait!” yells beomgyu behind you and you reply, “no, it’s too late now. i tried to do everything to make you feel better, instead you pushed me away, and spat venom. i regret ever trying to help, i regret ever loving you. i loved you so much, beomgyu, you always meant more than a best friend to me. but not anymore, i see you as a cold monster, who’s hurt me, emotionally, mentally, and even physically, even though it was only once.”

your words “i loved you so much, beomgyu” spin in his head. you loved him, but he was ignorant to your love. he knew, you were right. he was too harsh towards you, when you didn’t deserve it. you were there to comfort him but he instead took his anger and hatred out on you. “please, y/n, don’t leave me” he begs, but you shake your head “ i can’t do this anymore, you should’ve thought what you were doing before behaving like an asshole. don’t hurt the ones who love you for the ones you hate. “ and you walk out through his door, wheeling your suitcase behind you.

tears stain his cheeks. you left him forever, he’s lost you. he knows that he has to change, but the lack of his effort just further brings back to his misery, it’s like he trapped in an iceberg, with nowhere to escape. he hates himself, he hates his ex, he hates everyone who’s brought him this pain. he needed flame to melt him, to heal him lovingly , but his flame was gone. he’s in chaos and his back rests against the wall, the blizzard in his soul grows bigger, and he’s frozen.

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