#ever thought of calling when you ve had a few

[lightsoutmatthews]

would you ever do a part 2 of night out in boston? i loved that story so much 🥺

Oh anon, this was the request of my dreams when I first came up with "night out in Boston". So without further ado I present to you 3.2k words of part 2 of exactly that. The most I´ve ever written for a request 😭

After that night out in Boston – William Nylander

a few months later, Toronto

William leaned back on his couch, a half-empty smoothie in one hand, his other hand absently scrolling through his phone. The sound of a game replay hummed from the muted TV across the room, but his attention was elsewhere.

He opened your text thread, one that had grown from a single number shared in Boston to a lifeline across countries. The most recent message: Made it to class, but the subway was unbearable. Remind me again why I didn’t move to Toronto?

He grinned and typed back: you didn’t move because you´re still holding out for a Bruins season ticket deal.

Your reply came less than a minute later: Caught me, I´m loyal to the local teams.

It had been three months since he met you that night in Boston. Three months since he had walked you home, since that moment under your awning when he felt something shift.

He hadn’t experienced it to stick. Not in a cynical way. He just didn’t usually let things linger. Between the constant travel, off-season training, media pressure and internal expectations, most things faded. But this didn’t.

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Flashback – July, Toronto

The first trip you made to Toronto had been unplanned. You had a few days off, he just returned home from a small training camp in Sweden, and the idea of not seeing each other for another two weeks felt like a bad one.

You booked the flight on impulse and sent him a screenshot with a simple caption: hope you don’t hate surprises.

He didn’t.

He met you at Pearson with messy hair and sunglasses, half-hiding in the crowd. When you saw him, you dropped your carry-on right there on the tile floor and practically ran to him.

He picked you up in a tight hug, laughing into your hair. “You really came.”

“You sound surprised,” you noticed, raising an eyebrow.

“I never thought I´d be the guy happy to see someone at the airport,” he shrugged.

He took your hand like it was second nature and drove you back to his condo, letting you play DJ on his phone as you teased him for the amount of Swedish pop in his playlist.

That weekend was nothing extraordinary, but you remembered every detail. Meeting his dogs and completely falling in love with them the first time they snuggled you just hours after you met them. grocery shopping for ingredients neither of you knew how to use.

Playing video games on his couch until 2 am until you could hardly keep his eyes open. Sleeping in late the next day, wrapped up in each other like it was something you had done a million times, not the first time right then and there.

When you left, he walked you to the gate, pulled his cap down low, and kissed your forehead. “We´re doing this, right?” he questioned after.

“We are,” you replied.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since.

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October, Toronto

He opened your text again and stared at the blinking cursor, then hit the call button instead.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathless.

“Did I catch you mid-coffee run?” he chuckled.

“No, mid-dishwasher loading, which is a great time to talk, honestly.”

He could hear your playlist in the background, some acoustic indie thing you always had on and the faint clinking of dishes.

“I miss you,” he said, without dressing it up.

You paused for a beat. “I miss you too.”

“Come up next weekend? We play our home opener, you should come.”

You sighed. “I have two papers due and a group project where half the group still thinks deadlines are vibes. I don’t think I can.”

He didn’t push it. He never did. “I get it.”

There was another pause, not uncomfortable, but filled with that mutual wanting that didn’t quite match timing.

“We´ll figure it out,” you said, but defeat was coming through between words.

“I know, we always do.”

Still, it was hard sometimes. The calls and the late-night calls made up for a lot, but not everything. He couldn’t reach across the bed and pull you closer. You couldn’t cook pasta side-by-side while making fun of his knife skills. Neither of you could relax into the others comfort when you needed them most.

There were parts of you he still only knew through stories.

But none of that changed how he felt.

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Flashback – August, Toronto

You were in the stands at a charity game in Toronto, sitting with a friend who worked PR for the organizer. You hadn’t told William you were coming. It was your idea of a surprise this time.

He spotted you mid-game, did a visible double-take behind his visor, and nearly missed a pass. You winked.

Afterward, he pulled you aside by the locker room exit, still in partial gear, sweat-soaked, hair sticking to his forehead.

“You planned this?”

You shrugged, smirking. “I like seeing you in your natural habitat.”

He kissed you right there, not caring who saw, it wasn’t the first time he did but it was the first time both of you felt that spark just a little more than that one time he kissed you at his condo. “You drive me nuts.”

“But like, the good kind, right?” you chuckled.

“The best kind.”

That night you sat on his balcony, legs tangled, sharing takeout and beer. You looked over at him, watching the way the city lights danced in his eyes, and asked, “What happens when the season starts?” A necessary conversation.

He didn’t answer right away. He didn’t want to promise something he couldn’t keep, but he also didn’t want you to think he would fade out like a fluke.

“We try and we keep trying.” Was what he settled on.

You nodded, and that was enough.

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November – Boston

He flew down between games, just for two days when they had two days off after and before back-to-back games. Your semester was still brutal, but you had carved out the weekend like a trench in a war zone.

You picked him up from Logan Airport, waiving from your beat-up Sedan, the contrast to his shiny Porsche in Toronto something you noticed but swallowed down. He didn’t care; he climbed in and kissed you before you could even speak.

“Missed that,” you murmured.

He grinned. “So did I. you still going to that bakery you raved about?”

“You mean that one I said would change your life? Obviously.”

The next morning, you took him there. The same tiny corner shop you had told him about the first night you met. He ordered what you told him to: black coffee and a cinnamon roll the size of a baseball glove.

“Okay, yeah,” he admitted after one bite. “This is life changing.”

You beamed.

That afternoon you walked through the Public Garden, hand-in-hand. He wore a hoodie and a beanie low over his brow, but no one stopped him, you didn’t even think anyone really recognized him. Who in their right mind would expect Torontos star winger in Boston in the middle of the season in the first place.

You sat on a bench and watched the ducks, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you.

“This is my favorite version of us,” you said softly.

“I like it too, but it´s just one version. There´s more to come.” He said, looking down on you with a sweet smile.

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Flashback, September – Toronto and Boston

The first real fight came on a Tuesday night.

You have had a rough day. One professor chewed out your class over missed deadlines. Your buss broke down. You spilled coffee on your laptop, thankfully not enough to break it. By the time you finally got home, you were exhausted.

He had called during his lunch break, upbeat, talking about a good skate, the new lines his coach was trying. You tried to keep up, but your responses were clipped and distracted.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you lied. “Just tired.”

He didn’t push, until he did. “You seem off. You sure nothing is wrong?”

“Will, not everything is a big thing, okay?” you shot, probably a little too aggressive.

He went quiet. You immediately regretted your tone.

“I didn’t mean-“ you started but he interrupted you half-way through.

“No, it´s fine.” He said, but it wasn’t. The call ended shortly after.

You spent the next two hours replaying the conversation. you texted an apology, and when he didn’t answer right away, your stomach twisted.

The next day he called back.

“I get it,” he said before you could even say hello. “Long distance sucks sometimes.”

“I snapped, I´m sorry.”

“It happens, but let´s not hang up like that again, okay?”

“Deal.”

And it was.

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November – Boston

He left early the next morning.

You didn’t cry. Not when he hugged you tight at the terminal. Not when he pressed a kiss to your forehead like he did when you left Toronto months prior, and promised, again, to come back soon.

But your chest hurt on the ride home.

You missed him already. Missed his hoodies on your floor when he carelessly tossed them around when he was too warm. Missed the smell of hos cologne on your pillow. Missed the version of you that only came when he was around. A lighter, calmer, you.

Later, your phone lit up with a picture from the plane: him holding the cinnamon roll, a bite already taken, the caption reading: worth the flight.

You laughed and curled deeper under the blanket. He really couldn’t come back son enough.

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Flashback, Two weeks ago – Boston & Toronto

You sent him a care package.

Inside were your favorite tea, a sweatshirt he once left behind, and a photo strip from that weekend in Toronto where you had gone to a fair and he had won you a stuffed animal.

You tucked in a handwritten note. Not overly sentimental, just honest:

I don’t know where this thing is going long-term. But I know I feel better when we´re talking, when you´re here, even just on the phone. So, keep showing up. I will too.

He called you that night. “That letter? You´re going to make me soft.”

“Good, you need balance.”

“Don’t ever stop.”

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Mid-season

He made team Sweden for the Four Nations Faceoff. You watched the announcement on your laptop during class, subtly fist-pumping under the desk.

He facetimed you that night. “I wish you could come.”

You sighed. “School, I´m sorry.”

He didn’t argue. Just looked at you for a long moment before he said, “There´s always next year.”

One month later – Boston

You met him at a coffee shop near campus. He had surprised you this time, not warning, just a knock on your apartment door and a smirk that told you he was proud of himself.

He took your hand across the table and didn’t let go.

“Five months,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

“Since we met at that bar in the South End.”

You smiled at the memory. “I remember.”

He glanced down, suddenly nervous, not something you usually experienced from him. “I think I´m in love with you”

You stared, breath caught.

“I mean, I know I am,” he added quickly. “But I didn’t want to freak you out. I just didn’t want to not say it anymore.”

You reached across the table and brushed your thumb along his knuckles. “You´re not freaking me out,” you said. “You´re kind off, exactly right on time, because I´m in love with you too.”

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November, one year later, Toronto

William wasn’t exactly sure when it had shifted.

Maybe it was last spring, when he looked up into the crowd after scoring a goal and instinctively searched for you. Maybe it was this summer, when you visited Sweden and met his family, and his mom whispered after dinner, “She´s got something.”

Or maybe it was now, standing in his kitchen, watching you slice apples into a bowl with your usual distracted focus, your headphones in, singing under your breath like no one else existed.

Because it wasn’t a vacation anymore. It wasn’t just visits.

You lived here now.

After a year of red-eye flights, time-zone juggling in the summer, and blurry goodbyes, you had packed up your apartment in Boston in August and drove up to Toronto with your entire life squeezed into your car.

You didn’t make it a big thing. You didn’t call it moving for him. You were quickly to clarify that it was the right time for you to make a change. New city, new freelance work, new pace. But William knew what it was. You had both chosen this.

And that still stunned him sometimes.

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Flashback, May – Toronto

It was the middle of the second round; the Leafs were playing Florida.

You were in the city, staying with him for a week after graduation, and the stress of the playoffs was hanging in the air like static.

He was dialed in, quiet, focused, all business from the moment he woke up to the time he passed out watching film.

You tried not to be in the way, but one night, after a brutal loss, he came home past midnight and found you sitting on the balcony, wrapped in his hoodie.

“I´m awake,” you said softly.

He dropped his bad, walked over and collapsed beside you. “This sucks,” he muttered.

You nodded, not pushing advice of silver linings. Just sitting beside him while he unwound. Then, without planning to, you said, “I´ve been thinking about moving here.”

His head snapped around. “What?”

“I mean, not this second. Not even this month. But like soonish?”

His face didn’t change much, but his voice did. “Are you serious?” the hopefulness he spoke with warmed your heart. “I think I am.”

And when he kissed you then, it wasn’t with fireworks or fanfare, it was quiet. It was yes.

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Now, Toronto

You set the bowl of sliced apples on the counter and pulled out one headphone. “You´re staring.”

William smiled from where he was leaning against the fridge. “You make slicing fruit look like science.”

“You say that like it´s a bad thing.”

“It´s cute,” he explained.

You rolled your eyes and popped a slice into your mouth. “Do we have tome for coffee before morning skate?”

He glanced at the clock. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect” you said, already reaching for the mugs.

These mornings had become a kind of ritual. You weren’t working a 9 – 5 and you weren’t in school anymore. Your freelance design work kept you busy but flexible while he was finally learning how to exist outside of his condo and a hotel room.

It wasn’t perfect. His road schedule still sucked, some weeks you barely saw him. you still had to make time to talk through stupid arguments, like who forgot to buy laundry detergent or who left shoes in the hallway, but you were building something.

Not fast but steady.

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Flashback – Summer in Sweden

You spent three weeks with him in Sweden, splitting time between his place in Stockholm and his parents´ place.

He took you to his favorite lake spot, where the water was freezing and the sun didn’t set until nearly midnight. He cooked you meatballs with way too much pride. You helped his mom hang laundry on the like.

His brother Alex took you to a club once and told William afterward, “She can hold her own.”

You met childhood friends who tried to embarrass him (successfully) and taught you Swedish phrases that he later told you not to repeat.

But the moment you remembered most was a quiet one. You were walking down a path near his parents´ house, the sky streaked with late evening pink, when he reached over and took your hand without looking.

“This feels right,” he mumbled.

You didn’t ask what this meant. You didn’t need to.

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Now, Toronto

William had a home game, and you were sitting in your usual spot, second row, just behind the glass near center ice. You came to almost every home game now, when work allowed. You knew his patterns, when he was dialed in, when he was frustrated, when he was just on.

Tonight, he was on.

Two assists, one goal, and a third-period backcheck that had the entire arena on its feet. He didn’t search for you in the crowd, not during the game. But you knew he knew where you were.

Afterward, you waited in the players´ lot, tucked into your coat. He came out in a hoodie and joggers, damp hair under a hat.

“Star performance,” you said as he reached you.

He grinned, cheeks still flushed. “Lucky charm.”

You drove home in comfortable silence. He put your hand on his leg on a red light and didn’t let go.

Later that night, when he was brushing his teeth, you caught your reflection in the mirror besides his, your toothbrush next to his, you lotion besides his cologne.

It was subtle, but the kind of permanence that made you feel grounded.

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Flashback, December

You two flew to Boston for the holidays. His family was in Sweden, yours were sort of local and he didn’t mind tagging along for your traditions.

He helped your dad shovel the driveway, played cards with your cousins and made your mom laugh by attempting to help with dessert and nearly set the pie on fire.

One Christmas Eve, after everyone had gone to bed, you were curled on the couch with him under a blanket.

“I love your family,” he said.

“They love you too, I don’t think I´ve ever seen my dad this excited after shoveling snow.”

He hesitated; eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I never thought I would have this with someone.”

You turned your head, a quiet laugh leaving your mouth. “What? Burned pie and drunk uncles?”

“No, just…this. Normal. Happy. Like, if I wasn’t a hockey player, if none of that existed, I think I´d still want to be here with you.”

You kissed him slow, deep. “Same.”

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Now, Toronto

It was freezing in the city. You were wrapped up in layers, walking his dogs together. You hadn’t expected to feel so settled in the city this quickly.

You missed Boston sometimes, sure. But this? This was the kind of life you didn’t know you needed.

William walked beside you, gloved hand in yours, the dogs leashes in the other. “What´s your plan today?” he asked.

“Design calls, grocery run. Then I´m all yours.”

“Perfect, I´ve got a lazy day.”

“Those are rare.”

“I know. That’s why I want it with you.”

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May, two years on

You didn’t mark the day with fanfare. No big dinner or dramatic gestures. You had both forgotten until halfway through lunch.

William liked up mid-bite. “Wait. Today is the day.”

You tilted your head. “Today is what?”

He smiled. “The day I saw you at that bar two years ago.”

You laughed. “And walked across the room without a plan.”

“Best move I´ve ever made.”

You toasted with your forks. No big speeches, not pressure. Just smiles between two people in love.

Later that night, your curled up next to him, legs tangled under the blanket. The dogs snored at your feet and a movie played in the background, mostly ignored.

William turned toward you. “I still don’t know how this ends,” he said quietly.

You reached for his hand. “Neither do I, but I like where we are.”

He kissed you softly. “Me too.”

And that was enough.

[a-purple-girl]

the casual chill experience of listening to hozier s cover of do i wanna know

[bethelighthalazia]

Don´t move, little dove

Summary:  Seonghwa has some fun with his pet during a livestream and is soon after joined by Hongjoong.

Genre: SMUT

Pairing: dom!matz x fem!sub!reader

Word Count:  1285

Warnings: mean!dom!Hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, cockwarming, rough play, oral

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“I told you not to move, little dove.” Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly when you move your head back. You had to, the breathing got a little too difficult around his throbbing length down your throat. His gentle hand resting on your head, slender fingers brushing through your hair, but his gaze stays on the camera that's pointed at him. You can't do much more than nod your head obediently, eyes trained on his face, waiting for a change in his expression, but he's just focused on the livestream he just muted. 

“If you can't stay still and be good, I´ll have you punished. And you know how eager Joong is when it comes to that, right?” His hand wandered to your cheek, then down to your lips, wiping the little trail of saliva running from the corner of your mouth. You´ve been punished by the captain a few times already, and you knew all too well that you did not want it to happen again too soon. The slight bruises on your thighs have not fully healed yet after the last time two days before. 

And yet, you needed to move. the pleasure building in your core applied by the vibrator that he had positioned against your folds. You could feel the slick running down your thighs, but you just didn't dare to move at all. Yet, all your strength and determination was lost, when he turned his attention back to the livestream. His fingers again brushing through your hair, Seonghwa felt the need to remind you of your place, pushing your head down his whole length once again, but this time it drew a gurgled moan from you, an orgasm rippling through your body. The simple “Tsk” that escaped him when he said goodbye to his fans and explained that you didn't feel the best and he had to take care of you already let you know that you were in trouble. 

The moment he turned off the stream, his eyes went down to your face, pulling you off his cock with a harsh yank of your hair. This let you breathe, but you also couldn't hold back the almost animalistic moan that came right from your core. “You shouldn't have done this, little dove~” He chuckled, his voice dangerously low and the smirk that grew on his face tells you that your thighs probably won't stay the only of your body parts with bruises after the night. Seonghwa´s expression doesn´t change as he calmly reaches for his phone, dials Hongjoong´s number and then puts it on speaker for you. 

“Seonghwa, if you-” “Hello to you too, Joong. I just thought our little dove would like to tell you some good news herself.” you could hear a chuckle from the other end of the call, causing you to give Seonghwa a fearful, yet aroused look. “Hnn~ H-hello Joo-” A displeased sigh of Seonghwa stops you mid sentence, shaking his head slowly. “I- I mean…hello, sir.” These words alone cause Hongjoong to chuckle once again, knowing too well what will come next and Seonghwa doesn´t need to say anything. “I'll be over in a moment.”

The click of the phone brings a shiver down your spine. You don't move though, your hands still resting on Seonghwa´s thighs, your knees now feeling sore. One gaze up at his face, you know too well what will await you, the dangerous glint in Seonghwa´s eye when he looks at the door which opens and reveals Hongjoong who steps inside, locking the door behind himself before approaching you.

“Well, look at this mess between your legs, Seonghwa. She still hasn't learned, huh?” The captain snarls, reaching for your head to brush his fingers through your hair, gently and lovingly, before he just pushes your head down, your face pressed against the older one´s hard length. In the corner of your eye, you could see movement, Hongjoong crouching down next to the chair, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Now, use your fucking words to tell me what you did to upset him. And you better not cum as long as I am in this room.” He hissed, letting go of your head and then moving to stand behind Seonghwa, his hands on the older one´s shoulders to massage him, even lowering his head to press a loving kiss to Seonghwa´s lips. The difference in your dynamic always has been like this, at least, it always is like this in these kind of scenarios. and you knew damn well how serious Hongjoong takes your punishments. 

“I- I am sorry, sir. Hnn~ I m- moved and made…made noises while S- Seonghwa was doing a livestream. B-but i didn´t mean to-” You whimper against seonghwa´s crotch, not daring to lift your head to look at him. “You´re stuttering, birdie.” Hongjoong´s voice is calm, yet you could hear the smirk in it. “I'll tell you what you´ll do now. You´ll make it up to Seonghwa, use your mouth and don't dare to make a sound.” You just nodded, quickly opened your mouth again to wrap your lips around Seonghwa´s length, his slender fingers running through your hair once again to push you down. You felt his tip push against the back of your throat, tears appearing in your eyes. But, you did not make any sound.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa just talk while you keep using your lips and tongue to please the older one. They talk about the music, about their day and about you. The three of you were a weird couple, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were in a relationship, but when they met you, they just knew that they wanted you. Not only for the sex, but they wanted you in their lives, and you did want it too, because you love each other. On days like this though, you were nothing more than a pet to them. A pet to play with, to get some relief after a stressful day or week. The others knew about it, but they didn't complain as long as the three of you would keep it quiet.

You could feel Seonghwa´s length twitch and throb against your tongue, the vibrator against your clit suddenly turned higher, which sends another orgasm through your body, but you force yourself to stay quiet. Praising words from Hongjoong reach your ears, your eyes fluttering shut when you feel Seonghwa release into your throat, white coating your tongue as he pulls your head back by your hair. “Hmm~ you always feel so good, little dove.” Seonghwa moans out, his breath going faster as his head drops back against Hongjoong’s arm. 

“You did well, birdie.” Hongjoong hums, his voice now soft as he reaches down to caress your cheek gently. This contrast to his harsher self only moments before causes you to whimper, swallowing hard before you show him your empty mouth. When suddenly the vibrator is turned to max, you can't suppress a squealed moan, sending a heavy orgasm through your system which lets you drop into Seonghwa ́s lap, your breath going fast and your whole body twitching and shaky. A pleased smile on their faces, Hongjoong and Seonghwa caress your head before the younger one crouches down, takes away the toy and then picks you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom, where a hot bath awaits you. 

Seonghwa followed the both of you, settling into the tub before Hongjoong then let you down into the hot water, resting in Seonghwa´s arms, your head against his shoulder. “We love you so much, little dove.” Seonghwa hums, brushing some hair out of your face to see your face, a smile on your lips.

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[yandere-daze]

I´ve had this idea plague my mind for the last few days and now it´s finally time for me to unleash it onto the world. Feel free to comment on or ask questions about this idea/ AU if you find it interesting!

This work was inspired by the normalized yandere genshin AU I stumbled upon while scrolling through Tumblr, created by @fancyfeathers

Hope you enjoy!

gn reader

2,2k words

tw yandere, normalized yandere behaviour, mentions of obsession, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, murder, emotional manipulation and isolation

Yandere! Genshin Academy/Normalized Yandere AU

In this AU, yanderes are a normal and accepted part of society. Not only are their toxic attitudes and behaviours permitted but even encouraged. Somehow, over the years, people have even started to wish for a yandere as their partners. By Teyvat society at large, yanderes are seen as somewhat of an ideal partner. They´re fiercely loyal and would do absolutely anything for their darlings, right?

And yet, many darlings sing a different tune when reality suddenly comes crashing down onto them when a yandere actually starts pursuing them. Fantasizing about things such as being kidnapped is simply something entirely different compared to experiencing the real thing. And yet, when they call out for help from their loved ones, they´re simply patted on their back and congratulated. Some might even express their condolences to the poor yandere, saying that it always takes a bit of time for a darling to realize that this is for the best.

You are one of the few people who are completely horrified by the concept of a yandere and even more so to see everyone around you treat kidnappings or murder sprees as something completely normal or even romantic. You shudder at the thought of ever attracting the attention of a yandere, knowing that you would have no one to help you avoid that dreadful fate.

Which is why your complete world is turned upside down when you´ve been registered at the wrong academy by mistake. An administrative error, you were told. One, that might take a few weeks or even months to correct.

Now normally, you would have been annoyed but fine with this. You would just have to bear with it for a bit and attend a different school until the error is fixed and you can finally go to your desired one.

But you felt a pool of dread form deep within you when you did some research on the academy you had been wrongly assigned to. It actually wasn´t all that easy to find information on the academy, which you found strange, seeing as this has never been an issue with any other well-regarded academy. But no matter how much you search, nothing concrete is to be found. Only a few abandoned forum posts where people asked around about their missing friend who had last been seen close to the academy in question.

It made you feel a bit uneasy but you figured that it probably didn´t have anything to do with the academy itself. As sad as it was, disappearances were happening all over Teyvat, so this one case wasn´t really of note.

But seeing as you couldn´t find anything else, you figured that you would just need to figure things out on your first day attending the academy.

And oh, were you in for a nasty surprise.

As soon as you sat down for your first lesson, you noticed how strange the atmosphere was. Everyone had been staring at you so strangely when you entered the room, it kind of unnerved you.

After that, a few introductions were exchanged and you slowly calmed down again. Your classmates seemed nice enough and you thought that maybe, your time here wouldn´t be so bad after all.

All that quickly changed when your professor finally entered the room and introduced himself as the instructor who would teach you the subject of "stalking".

Turning your head left and right, you tried to see if anyone else was as shocked about this as you were but to your surprise, no one even raised an eyebrow at this very concerning introduction.

A class on stalking? Maybe this wasn´t what you actually feared and more so a clumsy way of saying that this would be a psychology class focusing on the mental effects stalking has on the victims? With all these yanderes running around unchecked, there were bound to be many victims and so a class like this might actually be beneficiary. I mean surely they wouldn´t actually try to teach young adults how to kidnap someone, right?

Right?

Well, it turns out you were wrong when the professor started outlining different forms of stalking. Following "your darling" around, stalking them online, placing cameras or microphones in their rooms to observe them anytime you wanted.

Your mind was spiraling as you listened to the lecture and you briefly wondered at just what kind of an academy you had been enlisted in. Surely this must be some kind of joke, right? A prank played on newcomers at the academy to get them spooked? Surely someone is going to come in any moment, clear all of this up and then laugh at you actually falling for this?

But no matter how much you hoped for this to be the case, no one was coming. No one was making fun of you for falling for such an obvious prank. In fact, none of your classmates seemed perturbed at all by what was being taught here. How could they be okay with a lesson that basically amounted to "how to stalk someone 101"? You felt like you were losing your mind.

Glancing to your right, you see your blond deskmate eagerly nodding along to whatever the professor was saying and swiftly taking notes whenever a sentence seemed to particularly strike a chord with him. His red eyes practically sparkled as he outlined "helpful tips and tricks for not alerting your darling of your presence" on his paper, using a text marker to highlight a particular passage as if to say that it would come in handy in the future.

On your left, you saw another tall male student and for a moment you hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was someone else here who was bothered by the lecture given. He had a bored look on his face and he was wearing some type of headphones over his grey hair. Was he even paying attention? Maybe he was trying to cancel out the horrific lecture taking place at the moment.

You discreetly leaned over a bit, only to see that he was actually holding a book hidden under the desk, his eyes carefully following the paragraphs of tiny letters. Well, it seems like he certainly wasn´t paying much attention to the lecture because what he was secretly reading seemed to be some advanced material on the success rate of different methods of stalking, from the looks of it.

You quickly turned your head back when you saw him glancing over at you with an unreadable stare. Well, it looks like your hopes were dashed again after all. This guy was nuts too.

Knowing this, you really couldn´t do much aside from waiting for class to be over.

Your small hope that this was just a really strange outlier was quickly destroyed again in your following classes.

Next was a class on emotional manipulation and how to get your darling to depend on you.

Then, a class on how to force yourself into your darling´s life and how to approach growing closer to them.

Finally, the day ended with a lecture on how to kidnap your darling and make them disappear without a trace.

As the bell finally rung, the professor informed your class that there was also an optional class about how to effectively "get rid" of a rival that you can sign up for. You pretended to not be bothered when several students raised their hands to show their interest in attending this course.

You scrambled to get out of your seat as fast as possible, not wanting to stay in this hellish classroom for even a second later. You fled into the hallway and walk by groups of students excitedly chattering about things you didn´t want to listen to.

"Oh, I hope I can find my darling soon! I just know I´ll feel a special connection when we first make eye contact! I´ve been waiting for so long", the first girl swooned as she twirled strands of her long brown hair around her finger, seemingly lost in her own fantasies.

"Agreed. I know that once I meet my darling, I won´t let anything get between us. I will never let them go. It´s only a matter of time", the taller, blue-haired woman chimed in, her voice calmer than that of her excitable friend.

You didn´t like the way her eyes linger on you as you pass by them.

Once home, you tried to make contact with the administrative office again to ask them if the process of your transfer can be sped up in any way. You didn´t want to spend another second in that academy.

With what you have seen today, you were easily able to deduce the true nature of this academy and it left you absolutely terrified.

The fact that you weren´t able to find any information about the academy beforehand, your strange classmates fixated on their potential "darlings" and of course the horrid classes being taught there.

Somehow, you have ended up in an academy for yanderes. Every single person you saw there today was a lovesick lunatic in some shape or form. And the more you thought about it, the more you realized you were in huge danger there. What would your crazed classmates do if they ever found out that you actually weren´t a fellow yandere but someone they could claim as a "darling"? The very thought of it makes you sick. You have to get out of there immediately!

Which is why your heart dropped when after some long hesitation, the person on the phone finally answered you.

"You must excuse me but I´m afraid to tell you that there have been some... unforeseen circumstances that do not permit me to work on your case at the moment. I have been asked to postpone this matter until further notice".

"What? Why?", is all you could manage to say in your befuddlement. You knew bureaucracy can take a long time but for this woman to specifically be asked to postpone this? Just what was going on here?

Again, the woman on the phone hesitated to answer and you could hear a tinge of nervousness in her voice when she finally spoke up. As if she wasn´t sure if she was allowed to say what she was about to.

"I´m afraid that I´m not at liberty to provide this information. The person asking me to...focus on different cases for the meantime wished to stay anonymous. Even so, it is not within my power to refuse their wishes as they have provided our establishment with a generous donation. I sadly cannot help you with this issue", at least the woman did sound generally apologetic but that didn´t really help you in this situation.

Your mind was still reeling as you processed this information. Someone specifically asked for your transferal to not be worked on? Why would anyone do this? And they seemed to have a large fortune too? Why all this to make you stay around?

It can´t be that you already attracted someone´s attention while at the academy, right? Surely that couldn´t be true! You made sure to not interact with anyone directly after you realized just what kind of people attended this school. How could one of these yanderes have "fallen for you" already?

It seemed so utterly unbelievable and if you were being honest, you didn´t want to believe that it was true either. But nothing else made sense. Why would anyone do this otherwise?

Noticing your prolonged silence, the woman spoke up once more.

"I´m sure that all of this will be resolved soon. It will only be a few months. I am sure you will find many friends at your current school soon."

You sure hoped not. The thought of being noticed by any of the yanderes already made the hairs on your neck rise. You vowed to stay away from anyone who even showed a fleeting interest in you. You had to keep yourself safe until you can finally switch schools. You could do this, you had to!

You barely registered when the woman bid you farewell and hung up the phone after you once again didn´t answer her.

Now completely alone, you forged a plan. If you didn´t want to get involved in anything dangerous, no one could find out that you were actually here by mistake and not a yandere. Nothing could be worse than these lunatics finding out that you´re a darling, so you´ll have to be very careful. But how do you do this?

Well, it seemed like you must act like a yandere yourself. You would have to pretend that you´re a lovesick fool who totally isn´t bothered by all this talk about kidnapping, stalking, and murder. Thinking about it again already made you sick but you didn´t really have any other options. No one could find out or it was over for you.

You only hoped that you could convincingly play the part and that no one was perceptive enough to see right through you. Well, it couldn´t be that hard, right?

Surely no one already had their eye on you. Right?

[envioustorm]

THE WIND RISES

๑ Farmer!Abby x Urbanite!reader

Spanish ver: here

TW: Fluff. (title has nothing to do with Ghibli´s movie, it was not my main source of inspiration.)

Abigail felt weird. How did she get to this point? This feeling was unknown for her. Her cheeks were flushed with a baby pink, but this time, the cause was not the sun, it was true that she exposed herself a lot to it but, the cause was you.

She had always liked the peaceful life that the farm offered. Ever since her father died and she had to take matters in her own hands, she felt that, rather than a new responsability, it was her way of mourning the death of the man she loved the most. She tended to the animals, the cows, the sheep and the pigs, all of them loved every single bit of attention she gave them. She loved giving them attention too.

Even though, she couldn´t lie, it felt lonely sometimes. Apart from her dogs company, in the night, specifically after ten pm, when she looked up from the window to the sky, trying to find stars with shapes she´s never seen before, the only sound was the whistle of the wind and her calm breathing.

That was, of course, until you arrived.

What a pain in the ass, really. She never thought someone like you would change her life.

The morning you arrived was peaceful. She opened her eyes like she normally did. The birds sang happily, as if welcoming the new day. The sun didn´t quite shine as much as it usually did, but it was enough to wake her up.

She was quick to take a shower and put her overalls on, and, how could she ever forget to braid her hair? It was her own signature.

Abby didn´t have a lot of neighbors, she wasn´t a social butterfly either, even though, that doesn´t mean that the few friends she had didn´t like her, quite the opposite, they loved her. And how could the not love her? She was kind, composed and most importantly, you could see the honesty in her eyes from miles away.

But godness, you didn´t need an excellent sight to notice the big truck parked infront of the abandoned farm infront of hers. And that was the moment she saw you, getting out of the car with your brows furrowed and your lips pressed together, holding a few canvases and what seemed to be a box full of acrylic paints.

"A family? Based on the clothing, they come from the city." She remarked, tilting her head curiously as she observed. Even though she couldn´t see much, as soon as the man, who she assumed was your father, opened the door of the old house, you pushed him aside gently, entering the house as if stepping on the grass for a few more seconds would melt your feet. Abby chuckled in amusement and sat down on the table to eat her breakfast.

The first days were... weird, to say the least. Abby was used to only hearing the 'moos' from the cows, but your family? yeah, they were noisy as fuck. It was true that when your mother tecnically screamed at you to ask for a favor she felt a pang of annoyance, but at the same time, watching your family turn the lights on in the kitchen or in the bedroom, and even your father trying his best to fix the doors of the barn made her feel less lonely, even comforted.

"I´m afraid that door needs more than oil." She commented, leaving the buckets full of milk she was carrying on the ground, while she wiped the sweat with her forearm.

"Does it? To be honest, I´ve never done something like this before, I´m an office worker." Your father replied, trying to catch his breath.

"Really? And why move from the big city to a farm?" Abby crossed her arms, a bit confused.

"We needed a change, a big change in the routine. Especially my daughter."

She nodded slowly while she processed the information and then, smiled.

"A friend of mine is very good at fixing this kind of stuff, his name is Owen. I´ll call him later and I know he´ll gladly help." The man smiled at her as Abby carried the buckets of milk, that was the last task of the day.

The little chat between your father and her ended the moment she walked away, she ended up calling Owen and he did the job perfectly, just like Abby knew he would do it. She thought that was it until days later, someone knocked timidly on the door. She fixed a few strands of hair and opened the door, finding a sight she had been fantasizing about.

"Um, hello." You told her, holding a casserole wrapped in tinfoil.

"Can I help you?" Abby raised a brow, leaning on the frame of the door, trying to remain cool. But she was overwhelmed by your presence, to say the least. You looked so different compared to her. She could tell just by looking at the clothes you wore, the way you stylized you hair and even the glimmer in your eyes looked like the night lights of the city. She loved that, you were new, and you definitely looked like her next mistake.

"My parents wanted to thank you for calling... Owen?" You paused, furrowing your brows as if trying to remember if that was the correct name. Either way you brushed it off with a smile. "My mother baked this lasagna for you."

Abby smiled slightly, and nodded, receiving the casserole. After an awkward 'good night' she closed the door and sat down on the couch, she had a million questions on her mind, but there was one of them that she really wanted you to answer, was this encounter as pleasant for you as it was for her?

Oh, but of course it was.

You noticed every detail, even if Abigail didn´t.

The morning you arrived, you could not ignore her, standing up in the kitchen counter, cooking. How her muscles flexed whenever she reached for an ingredient, or the way she held that heavy pot filled with whatever she was cooking. You were infatuated.

How could you possibly not be infatuated?

You were there when she left the two buckets on the ground and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The sun hit her face in the most angelic way, her eyes were shining while she chatted with your father. And the way she looked at you when you bumped into each other. And maybe even when she used that kerchief everytime she let her hair down, it looked like it was alive when she rode that beautiful white horse.

You had to give her the lasagna, even though your mother was going to do it. Your hands were shaking as you approached the door, and when you saw her in that tank top, you almost had a heart attack. You tried not to stare but let´s be real, who wouldn't?

The eventual glances, secret smiles and 'accidental' encounters kept going. You looked for each other unconciously. Abby arrived from the local market at times where she knew you´d be outside. And you painted outside whenever you knew she´d be riding her horse.

You gave another brushstroke. The sun was setting and it was your favorite thing to paint. It was something that you knew would turn out great and perhaps you didn´t feel prepared to get out of your comfort zone when it came to your paintings, that could be found in every corner of your house.

"That´s pretty, but have you thought about painting you favorite person?" Her footsteps when approaching were silent, that´s why you flinched when you heard her voice.

"Abby!" You exclaimed, shaking your head and at the same time smiling widely. "Favorite person? You mean my mom?" You played dumb, pretending to be lost in your thoughts.

"Oh, so it´s not me?" Abby feigned offense, pretending to wipe the invisible tears forming on her eyes.

"I struggle with anatomy."

"I don´t see a problem, I´d be your model everytime you need me until you memorize the features you love to stare at when you think nobody´s around." Abby commented, with a playful smile.

You froze for a few seconds before leaving the brush aside, and turned around to face her.

She looked beautiful when the sun was the only lightning available, but you knew that already. Neither of you broke eye contact, and neither of you spoke with words, since feelings was the option you both chose.

Abby´s dogs ran through the prairie, the grass leaned towards the South and two lovers with a silent pact observed each other while the wind rises.

[asuyaka]

Heyy, idk if u're still taking requests or not but if u're not just ignore this!

TikTok really came to drag me down the Satosugu hole by the foot this week goddamn. Anyways, I'd like to request my favorite sad gay boys with a m!reader who's a effeminate soft boy and is usually pretty quiet and cooperative but the second someone says something remotely negative about the two m!reader is already throwing hands and burying the offender's head onto the ground. Bonus point if he's from the Zen'in clan!

No one's ever calling Geto's bangs 'weird' with m!reader around lol.

- '🌈' Anon.

★ - yes! reqs are open !! when the first (yippie!!) one piece one shot comes out s'when reqs are gunna close briefly cause 've got other things m'needa work on! (❁´◡`❁)

☆ - Satosugu x M! Zen'in clan reader!

Lulling chirping sounds sounded through the second-year classroom as the sun began to rise. The sound of sweeping and the screech of desks moving across the table sounded through your ears.

With a gentle hand, you plucked the dead leaves off the bouquet of flowers that usually resided on the window sill next to your seat; plucking off the leaves as well and shaking it so the petals could become more pronounced.

After cutting the stem so water could flow through them, you placed the flowers in their vase and put them in their designated position, a pleased smile on your face when you realized that was the last thing you needed to do for cleaning duty, even though it wasn't your turn.

The door slid open behind you as a tired-looking Yaga walked into class. His eyes widened for a bit when they saw you before his expression turned sour. "Good morning, [Name]. I thought Satoru had cleaning duty for today?"

You bowed politely in greeting. "He asked me to do it because he had to get limited edition crepes today."

Yaga sets his things on the table with an annoyed mumble. "Thank you, please make sure he gets to class on time."

You nodded as you left the classroom. The sun shone down on your face through the windows as you made your way to Suguru's and Satoru's dorms.

You pass by Shoko in the kitchen who was hunched over the counter making a cup of coffee. "Want a cup?" She asks, biting and finishing the remaining pocky in her mouth.

'If Suguru woke up a few minutes ago, he'd want some. Maybe Satoru would like some hot chocolate too.' You thought briefly before turning your attention back to the brunette. "Yes, please. One hot chocolate and black coffee."

Shoko grins at that instantly recognizing the order. "You've got it Mister Zen'in."

You wave goodbye and continue your journey. Suguru's dorm isn't that far from the kitchen so you got there in a short amount of time. You knocked, politely waiting for an answer.

"[Name]-chan? If it's you, you can come in!" Satoru's voice answered.

You open the door to see two bags of delivered crepes beside Satoru, who is painting Suguru's nails black. "See? Got some for you guys 'cause I'm such a nice person!"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "You only got them because you remembered flunking on cleaning duty."

You take a seat beside them, staring at Suguru's black nails. "Yaga says I should make sure you two get to class on time."

Satoru snorts, the tiniest bit of blue peeking out from his glasses. "Yeah, and when have we ever listened to what Yaga says?"

"You don't. Maybe Suguru, but I actually enjoy not getting punched in the head every time you do something stupid." You interject, causing Satoru to gasp loudly.

"Suguru! Do you hear this? I do everything I can to make sure you two are well fed and all I get in return is bullying!" Satoru whines as he sets the nail polish aside to let Suguru's nails dry and picks up the bags with a bright smile on his face.

Shoko kicks the door open with two mugs in her hand. "Here you go losers. Zen'in blink twice if they're forcing you to be here."

Suguru and Satoru stare at you expectingly, an exaggerated gasp when they see your eyes close twice.

Shoko giggles, patting the top of your head affectionately. "Yeah, I'd be scared if I was forced to hang out with them too."

She walks out of the room with a reminder that class starts in a few hours. Satoru brought out the crepes and immediately started eating them as he read the Digimon manga, periodically sipping his extra-sweet cocoa.

"[Name], why didn't you get a drink?" Suguru asks, picking up a crepe carefully so the paint doesn't smudge.

You shrug. "The place I normally get my drinks at is too far to walk in the morning."

Satoru looks at you blankly as he stuffs his face with more food. "I could've teleported, dummy. C'mon, road trip time!" He exclaims as he grabs you and Suguru.

"Satoru, no— you haven't even mastered it yet—"

You feel reality split and your stomach churns uncomfortably for a brief second before everything stills again. The sound of cars blaring runs through your ears as a familiar sidewalk reflects through your eyes. "See? easy!"

"[Name]? Are you okay?" Suguru asks, squatting in front of you with worry all over his face.

Taking a minute to breathe, you feel everything finally settle. You have no idea how Satoru can do that without throwing up. "Yes, I am... okay. Just a little disoriented."

Suguru shoots a glare at the albino who rubs your back apologetically. "Well, my apology is your drink! So come on, I wanna get back to the crepes before Shoko's fat ass eats them."

"Shoko doesn't even like the crepes you order. It's always too much sugar." Suguru defends, slapping Satoru upside the head as the three of you walk into the shop.

It's a small cafe situated inside a bookstore with soft Lofi music playing in the background. The three of you get in line. It's short, most likely due to how early it was but that only meant you could get back to the dorms on time.

You hear snickering behind you but pay no mind. After all, it was a public place, and whatever affairs other people had wasn't your business.

Then, you hear something about how a guy has his nails painted. In the corner of your eye, you can see them pointing at Suguru.

Either Suguru and Satoru notice and they don't care, or they don't notice. Either way, you weren't going to let them poke fun at your friend (boyfriend?) and get away with it.

"Is something the matter?"

They stare at you, visibly sizing you up. "Wondering why your friend has nail polish on, isn't that only for chicks?"

Satoru taps you on your shoulder. "Take it outside, don't want you to beat their ass and get banned, yanno?"

You acknowledge him but keep a sharp gaze on the two of them. "Giving gendered terms to inanimate objects is an extremely stupid thing to do. It is not on you, so why should you care what he has on?"

The implication of calling them stupid seemed to hit a nerve because a vein pops in their forehead and their fists clench. "Cause it's fucking gay. What? You like taking it up the ass too?"

"If a fight is what you want, then that is fine with me. Do not let your petty ideals and quite frankly shitty opinions mess up my morning."

They keep talking as you make your way outside. The instant the door chimes close, a loud groan rips through one of their mouths.

They hold onto their nose, now streaming blood and broken. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

"You wanted a fight, did you not? Now, I am quite busy at the moment so if that is all, then I bid you a good rest of your day."

As you were about to walk back into the store, Suguru and Satoru came out with your drink in hand. "Yo! Here, got the kind you like cause I loveee you so much!" Satoru kisses your cheek and hands you your order, especially as you like it.

"Thank you, Satoru. Would you like to go back to the dorms now?"

Suguru stuffs a cake pop in your mouth, handing Satoru one and eating one as well. "Thanks for... that, by the way."

"It's no problem. You are my... partner, after all."

Satoru grins as he latches onto the two of you again. "Teleportation time, let's go!"

"Satoru, no—"

[hestzhyen]

So, About That Drama...

After seeing the Kagurabachi community meltdown play out on Twitter, Discord, and Reddit, I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that the era of peace towards all is over. I'm so glad I put down roots here instead of the other places.

Whatever might have been true when the fandom just started out, the gen spaces are no longer safe for fujoshi/shippers.

Katsu, the biggest artist in the Western fandom -and someone I consider a friend-, was bullied out because of two individuals with personal vendettas and not enough resistance against them. Her final message is here:

https://x.com/Katsutacle_/status/1879888982886224206

I'm not going to write an in-depth essay about everything that happened. It's been less than a month since I got back from the hospital and the last thing I need in my life is stress over online "discourse". I've just been trying to help the main victim behind the scenes and speak up when I'm able. I so sincerely do not want to be involved in this bullshit... I just want my friend to be okay no matter what she decides to do in the future.

I usually don't get involved in fan spaces because I'm tired of trying to exist in places I'm not wanted. I don't expect everyone to enjoy things the same way I do. I just want to talk about them with the handful of other people who see things the same way... but it's so tiresome to be punched down on because I think it would be neat if two fictional guys fell in love.

I wanted to believe that Kagurabachi could be different. I did at the start, which helped me embrace the series wholeheartedly where I would normally hold back. And I don't regret letting this manga take over the precious few working brain cells I have. My only regret is believing the warmth and acceptance would last. As of now, the Kagurabachi fandom is far more interested in keeping a false peace that only benefits the usual suspects instead of making the space truly welcoming to all fans.

I won't stop posting about this manga and I won't write off everyone else- a lot of people sent well-wishes to Katsu and got their accounts banned on Avizie's Discord and subreddit to support her. I'm just putting expectations for the general fandom's behaviour back down to where they should have been all along.

I simply won't be telling people that it's worth joining the community any more or that it's wholesome compared to others. It's just more of the same with a thin veneer of acceptance over the same old tendency to belittle and ostracise. I'm glad I decided to keep to myself for the most part and only toss my thoughts out to the void instead of engaging on a deeper level. I should be sad or upset over this, but... I've been in fan spaces for long enough that it's just normal now. Not once have I ever felt at home in a main anime/manga space even if I didn't ship any characters from the series. Seems like I'll have to keep waiting for a place to belong.

And if anyone tries to cast this as a "ship war" because it involved the two most well-known shippers in the fandom and their "rival" ships, that's not it. That's misconstruing what actually happened to write it off as dumb fandom drama. Trying to cast the bullshit as a moral argument because Hakuri is 17 or because Katsu drew clearly labeled NSFW YuraChihi isn't the point- it's a deflection. Katsu was bullied out because Yuna (YunAris) and Avizie hated her guts despite her giving them every possible chance to act like decent people.

Avizie never liked her after she called him out for trying to get JJK-style leak culture in the fandom, and Yuna... I don't know her, but seeing how she stalked and harassed minors for weeks because they called Chiyuki and her art mid (without tagging her or anyone else!), then kicked off all this drama by pulling in Katsu and simbay who had nothing to do with it... she needs to get a grip on herself and grow up. Both of these individuals are adults, mind you. And both of them cannot stand Katsu for very personal and petty reasons.

So here we are.

It was never about the HakuHiro vs. Chiyuki nonsense, Hakuri's age, or anything else for Yuna and Avizie. All of it was merely an excuse to harass and slander Katsu until she was driven out. And good for them I guess because it worked. I hope they find the healing they obviously need to grow and become better people, but for now, I'm going to further distance myself from the fandom at large and be there for my friend.

Not much else to say really. If you have a choice, be kind.

[wordsarelife]

—we are never ever getting back together

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: you‘re a swiftie and mattheo isn’t (yet)

warnings: none i think

mattheo raised his eyebrows when you opened the door of your dorm and were all dolled up. "are we going somewhere?" he asked surprised, but you shook your head.

"you can sit there!" you had so much energy, you were practically busting through the roof. "and we need to break up for a second, yeah?"

"what?" he laughed surprised, but you just nodded your head and he sighed. "sure, okay, whatever you say"

he sat down and watched as you took out the newest taylor swift album (red) he had gotten you for your birthday. "i should've known this had something to do with her" mattheo sighed before he pu a hand to his chin, thinking "maybe we shouldn't listen to that music anymore"

"excuse me? we?" you laughed sarcastically "we're not together as if now, remember?"

"yeah, yeah" mattheo muttered rolling his eyes. "do whatever you have to so we can make out"

you rolled your eyes as the smirk on his face, before you started the song and loudly started to sing along.

i remember when we broke up the first time saying, "this is it, i′ve had enough"

"this is the first time, we broke up, but whatever" mattheo crossed his arms, jokingly.

'cause like, we hadn′t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space what?

"our rooms are literally twenty meters apart, love and i would never need space from my baby"

you laughed loudly, but still continued singing.

then you come around again and say "baby, i miss you, and i swear i'm gonna change, trust me" remember how that lasted for a day? i say, "i hate you", we break up, you call me, "i love you"

"i thought you liked role-play" he frowned jokingly and you had to laugh once again.

ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh we called it off again last night but ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh this time, i'm telling you, i′m telling you

we are never, ever, ever getting back together we are never, ever, ever getting back together you go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me but we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together like, ever

"catchy, but we have the same friend group"

i′m really gonna miss you picking fights and me falling for it, screaming that i'm right and you would hide away and find your peace of mind with some indie record that′s much cooler than mine

"what are you going on about? we only ever listen to your music!" he was pointing an accusing finger in your direction

you took his arm and danced around it, before he raised it and made you turn a few times, while you continued to sing the chorus.

the music got calmer again and the bridge started.

i used to think that we were forever, ever and i used to say, never say never

mattheo watched intently how you raised your hand and formed a telephone with your thumb and little finger, before you spoke along to taylor's voice.

pfft, so he calls me up, and he's like, "i still love you" and I′m like, i'm just, i mean, this is exhausting you know, like we are never getting back together like, ever (no!)

mattheo laughed as you raised your voice and loudly started singing the chorus again. he stood up from his place on your bed and started dancing along with you, as he tried your best to sing along to the unknown lyrics.

when the song was finished, both of you fell down on your bed exhausted, heavily breathing.

"so you now approve of taylor now, yeah?" you muttered and mattheo nodded repeatedly.

"have i ever not approved of her? who got you that cd, love?"

you rolled your eyes, but nodded, approvingly, before you added "now we can get back together"

"but babe" mattheo muttered confused "i thought you said we would never ever ever get back together" he started laughing hysterically at the very bad joke and you slapped his chest before you joined in.

[skellyflowers]

My Cat Vessel

A/N: I have never had a cat.

I thought I would ever get a cat. But here I am, looking at this odd fur ball. I don't even know where he came from. I found him on my apartment doorstep. He had a collar and a name tag, so I know his name is Vessel, but no owner contact information. 

I really did try to find Vessel’s owner. I asked my neighbors, I put up posters, tried social media and checked to see if he had a microchip. But no luck. So, for the foreseeable future, I have a little black cat.

Vessel is an… odd little guy. He only eats if I put his bowl on the table with me, so we eat together. I often find him staring at me. Usually from around the room. He runs around my apartment in the middle of the night. He also… yells at me when he sees me. My friends tell me that he is just being a normal cat.

I've had Vessel for about 2 months now and I've learned more of his habits. He likes to sit at the door as I leave to go to work. He only sits in his cat bed if it is on the couch. I'm also pretty sure he is having secret cat meetings with three other cats in my neighborhood. I swear if I come home to three more cats.

“Vessel, I'm home.” I called out. 

I look around for him. Normally he is right at the door when I come home. Ready to give me welcome home bites.

“Vessel? Where are you?”

“Mowww.”

Oh. There he is. Where did that come from? The kitchen?

“Vessel?”

“Mrow!”

I look around the kitchen but I don’t see him. My kitchen isn't that big, where is he?

“Ves, where are you buddy?”

“MEOW!”

“Are you in the cabinet?”

“Meow.”

I open my cabinet and see him sitting in a soup pot. He meows right in my face when he sees me.

“Don’t yell at me! How did you even get in here?”

The cat makes no effort to move. After about ten seconds I pull the pot out of the cabinet, Vessel still sitting inside.

“Get out of there.” I say putting my hands on my hips.

Vessel just looks up at me. He makes a chittering sound. When I try to pick him up he gently swats at my hand.

“We're not making cat soup tonight.”

I turn the pot to pour him out of it. When I place the pot make down Vessel climbs back in the pot. We do this two more times. After the fourth time I flip the pot on top of Vessel. His bowls echo under the pot.

“You ready to come out now?” I ask as I lift the pot up.

He crawls out from under the pot. He then climbs onto my shoulder and headbutts me. He crawls around my shoulders and purrs loudly in my ears.

“Did you miss me?” I ask him.

“Mrow.”

“I missed you too. Did you see your friends?” I ask as I walk to the couch.

“MEOW!”  

“Don’t get any ideas. You aren't for the streets. Not anymore.”

He meows softly in my ear and bats at my nose. He starts to purr again as I scratch his ears. I put him on the couch and started making us dinner. When I look up to check on him, he is sitting on the arm of the couch staring into my soul.

“Don’t stare at me like that!” Vessel decided to jump off the couch and walked into the kitchen to stare at me.

“Mreeow.” 

“You want chicken?” He meows really loudly and rubs against my legs. “Ok, let me get your bowl.”

Vessel jumps on the table to wait for me to bring his food. I put extra chicken in his food and turn on the TV so we have something to watch. Vessel is a loud eater.

“And you want to leave to hang out with your friends..”

 After dinner I put a nature documentary on for Vessel, to distract him. I want to take a bath and really relax tonight. Last thing I need is that fur ball to stand in the bathroom and yell at me while I just try to wash off a long day at work. Before I get in the tub I check on Vessel and see him as close to the TV as possible. His eyes are huge while he watches.

I get about 7 minutes alone before I hear him. At first it's a quiet meow, then a few footsteps. Then a louder meow and tiny paws running. I open my eyes and look at the bathroom door and see a little black paw reaching under the door.

“Ves! Stop!”

“Meowwwww!”

“I'll  be out in a few minutes. Relax.” 

He quiets down after I say that. I decided to cut my bath short. I dry off and put on my robe. As I exit the bathroom and go to the living room I see Vessel. He is loafed on the couch. But with his ears pulled back I can tell he is a grumpy loaf.

“Don’t be mad.” Vessel doesn’t respond but his tail moves behind him. “Ok. My me time is done. You can be as clingy as you want.”

“Meow.”

I walk over to him and pick him up. Vessel flops in my arms and purrs loudly.

“I knew you weren’t really mad at me.” I walk to my room with him in my arms. 

I put him on the bed and changed into my pajamas. I noticed that Vessel covered his eyes… like he was embarrassed. Once I changed and got under the covers Vessel climbs on top of me and starts to make biscuits before settling on my chest. I give him a scratch on his ears.

“Goodnight Vessel.” he quietly meows and I fall asleep to his loud purrs.

[swrkn]

glad to see a new writer for wb manhwa and i already love ur oliver fic 🫶🏻 since ur req open can i request for hyuk with his highschool crush (&& preferably fem!reader) thankyeww!!

Between The Lines

Highschool!hyuk x highschool!fem!reader

Genre ; sfw , fluff

Author note ; Thanks for the compliment :)) I think i will probably do a part 2 fort this fic , since the end is kinda an open one. English is not my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes, my request are still open !!

Hyuk wasn't exactly what you'd call a model student. He spent most of his time in the back of the classroom, head down, doodling in the margins of his notebook or staring out the window. School was just a thing to endure until the day was over.

But lately, his gaze had been lingering on someone else : Y/n

She sat a few seats ahead of him, always focused, her pencil moving gracefully across her notebook. She wasn't the type to cause a scene or demand attention, but Hyuk noticed her in everything she did. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, the way she always make a little smile when she answers a question correctly, little things that most people probably don’t notice.

Hyuk though? He noticed everything.

One day after school, Hyuk stayed behind, pretending to look for something in his desk, but in reality, he was waiting for Y/n. She was always one of the last to leave, making sure her notes were perfect before packing up.Sure enough, she was still there, flipping through her textbook, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hey, Y/n," Hyuk said casually, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

She looked up, quit surprised. "Oh, Hyuk. What's up?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "You're pretty good at math, right? I'm kinda stuck on this problem." It wasn't a total lie-math wasn't exactly his strong suit. But more than anything, he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

Y/n tilted her head, a small smile forming. "Math? Didn't think you'd ask for help with that."Hyuk shrugged, leaning against her desk. "Figured you'd be the best person to ask."

She laughed softly and moved her chair over to make room. "Alright, show me what you ve got."

They spent the next half hour going over equations and formulas. Y/n was patient with him, explaining things in a way that actually made sense to Hyuk. Everytime he got something right, she'd give him an encouraging nod or a quick "See? You're getting it."

Hyuk found himself more focused than he'd ever been in class. Not because of the math, but because of her. As they worked, he couldn't help but notice little things: the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her lips pursed slightly when she was thinking.

At one point, their hands accidentally brushed as she reached for his notebook. Y/n didn't seem to notice, but Hyuk's heart skipped a beat.

"See? It's not so hard once you break it down," Y/n said, tapping the page with her pencil.

Hyuk nodded, trying to act like he wasn't completely distracted. "Yeah, thanks. I guess I just needed a good teacher." Y/n smiled, a little embarrassed, "Happy to help you out."

As they packed up to leave, Y/n glanced at him. "You know, you're not as bad at this as you think. You just need to put in the effort."

Hyuk smirked. "Guess I'll have to ask for your help more often, then."

She laughed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Well, if you're serious, I'll be at the library after school tomorrow. Feel free to stop by."

Hyuk felt a surge of excitement. "Yeah? Alright, maybe I will."

They walked out of the classroom together, the hallway quiet and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. For once, Hyuk didn't mind the idea of spending more time in school. If it meant getting to know Y/n a little better, he was all in.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn more than just math along the way.

I really think im gonna do a second part , let me know what you guys think !

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[ladyelissarose]

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“Sergeant?”

You had just sunk down to the ground, against the wall as your tried to breathe. The usual bright eyes you always wore, searching for his dark ones, are now locked on the ground as you sat across your superior, Lieutenant Simon Riley... other known as the ‘Ghost’. His callsign or sorta nickname didn’t scare you, he wasn’t the cold man every one knew him to be, instead he had grown easy around you, making his personal space your little safe haven. He was still quiet and sometimes distant, but he still was a safe place.

But right now you felt as if everything around you was too close, you couldn’t catch your breath and we’re growing anxious because of it. Panic and desperation were clawing out of you at this point, but they had no chance in escaping.

Loud ringing sounds could be heard in your ears, causing your head to pound, but above that noise in your head you heard the calm voice, call out to you in the distance,

“You alright kid?”

Your eyes still didn’t meet his, but you nonetheless replied with a small voice, unlike the loud but firm one you often used,

“I don’t k-know...”

It cracked in the end, showing Simon you were at the verge of breaking, but he could also tell you were trying to keep it together- be strong.

But it didn’t look like it was working, your breathing’s pace was picking up and there was a slight shake to you too, you were trembling.

This reaction from you was new to Simon, but he was quick to detect what it was nonetheless. Personally he’s met this kind of feeling before- he wasn’t new to it at all.

But It would be the first time he’s ever attempted to do something so deep and connecting, but he knew it would help you.

He didn’t have to force the words out of you to know what was happening or how to address it, he knew what had happened a few minutes ago was the closest thing ever to taking your life, and what didn’t help was when you ran back in the falling building anyways, barely making it out with the two kids before it fully collapsed.

Fear didn’t come close to how you were feeling, but for the past seconds to minutes you haven’t been able to feel anything, or let your mind register the trauma your body went through. Making sure everything was ok and in order, meaning you unfortunately didn’t come first when you had so many responsibilities ahead of you.

But Simon’s large hand engulfed your face, and the other got both of your hands and stopped the fidgeting, tightening the hold as he pulled you closer, bringing your head against his chest. Breaking the panic you were developing.

Slowly your eyes met his as you looked up at him, and you couldn’t help the heavy stone weighing down in your throat, blocking out the words that wanted to come out, and tell him you needed help.

Tears began to well in your eyes as Simon’s softened, the realization that you were alive and well took a toll on you, as you had barely escaped the jaws of death that day, and finally you were able to calm down and take it all in.

You looked behind you to see the building in flames and totally wrecked, Simon locked eyes with what you were beholding, and he felt how scared you were. Panic wanted to settle in you more, as you recalled the thoughts that ran through your head as you dodged the falling ceiling, hoping that it wouldn’t fall on you or the kids you were holding.

‘Don’t die don’t die- OH SHIT- that was close!! Oh! Hold the kids tighter they’ll fall and the younger one can’t walk- they’re depending on you, come on make it- please don’t fall on me-‘

Thoughts spiraling like a hurricane, until a gentle tug was felt on your hands. And a deep voice with a softness to it called out,

“C’mere sweetheart.”

His free hand beckoned you towards him, and when you got close enough it wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, and took your place against the wall. Instinctively you got comfortable and laid your palm over his chest, where his heart was. He had discarded his vest so you could feel closer, and hoodie he wore was was thin enough where you could still make out his heartbeat and even feel it’s steady thuds.

Your teary face was mere inches from his masked up one, and ever so gently Simon used the pad of his thumb to wipe them all away, while his hand held your cheek.

You were like a little angel in the arms of a monster, seeking comfort in his darkness as your light had dimmed. His eyes were dark shades of brown, but they held a honey ring around it’s making them unique and him- Simon Riley.

The arm that was around your waist now slid to your bottom, holding you up closer so you wouldn’t slide off his lap. Your face was then guided by his hand to lay your head on his shoulder, your face resting against his neck, inhaling his scent which was musky yet warm and woody.. a hint of citrus could be detected too.

Simon placed his head on yours, and with the softest voice he could possibly muster with his deep Manchester accent, he cooed,

“It’s alright sweet girl.. I’m righ’ here.”

You nodded against him as you tried to breathe slowly, sniffles coming out here and there, although you tried matching your erratic breathing to his calm one, hoping to synchronize it.

A little rumble could be felt coming from his chest, a low chuckle came out of Ghost’s mask, not in a mocking way, but to ease the heavy tension.

“That gave you quite the scare eh? I’s alright... Johnny would’ve shit his pants for sure, not you though.. you’re a brave one huh sweetheart?”

A small giggle released your once trembling lips at what Ghost said about Soap, and it comforted him to know you’re cheering up a bit. You snuggled into him closer, finding comfort in his embrace as he made you feel easy and alive- even with the smallest gestures.

His hands never left as he cradled you, rubbing your back, squeezing your side, caressing your head or holding your fidgeting fingers... he never stopped letting you know he hadn’t let you go.

His soft breaths being heard, the calm beating of his heart as he made sure your ear was over it, the little hums he’d do when he felt it was too quiet, kissing your head through his mask here and there... it was his way of telling you, you were just as alive as he was.

Simon’s hold on you never faltered, as he poured his unsaid affection for you in heart-full and true actions. From now on he’d keep you an arm’s length away- if not in his arms better yet.

[lightsoutmatthews]

New Rules - Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: You and Andrei used to date, now you´re trying to let go of him with a set of new rules which should work (more or less)

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x female!reader

warnings: angst (some), sexual themes (not explicit, hints to), mentions of break up, hints to toxic behavior, mentions of being drunk

word count: 3.05k

authors note:

this is my very first time publishing anything I´ve written like ever

feedback is appreciated

english is not my native language so bear with any grammar or spelling mistakes

Svech is portrait as kind of toxic, that´s not how I see him irl

I hope you enjoy :))

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ONE: Don’t pick up the phone, you know he´s only calling cause he´s drunk and alone

“Give me your phone.” Your friend demanded as you checked it for the millionth time that evening. “What?” Confusion was written all over your face even though you knew exactly what she meant. “You are not waiting for his call.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

She knew you were waiting. He had just lost the metropolitan division final round against the Rangers. They had battled hard, almost came back to equalize the series after being down 3-1 just a few days prior but it wasn’t enough. Seeing the defeat on his and his teammates faces after they once again did not even come close to winning the cup broke your heart.

You were there when they got swept in the eastern conference final the year prior. You comforted him after the game, let him get drunk out of his mind and then brought him back to your shared apartment where he cried in your arms over not being able to be on the ice to help his teammates reach their ultimate goal. 

“We both know he will call as soon as he´s drunk enough. He always does.” Unfortunately, your friend knew your relationship well enough for that. When you were together, he always called after bad games. Sometimes when he was drunk, sometimes when he was sober, but he always called.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you should have blocked him the first time it happened after you broke up. He was injured again. Taking a puck to the face. You had broken up a few weeks prior to that after one of your many disagreements was the tripping point for you.

He slurred his words during the phone call, begging and pleading for you to take him back. That he would change, for you. It broke your heart to turn him down.

“Give me the phone, girl.” Your friend held out her hand again, waiting for you to finally place the device into it. Your shoulders slumped. You knew you should give it to her because you would give in as soon as the call came through. Her face tensed when you made no move, just kept twirling the phone around. “You want him to call.” It was a statement not a question. You didn’t have to answer for you both knew you did.

“You need to get over him.” She hissed, slamming her drink down on the wooden bar top. “You relationship was toxic. He manipulated you. He wanted to take away your dreams and make you a trophy piece he can put next to the Stanley Cup one day. A beautiful thing on his arm he can show off. When will your realize?” Her face turned red as she spoke, her voice laced with venom.

A loud sigh left your mouth. She was right but still there was this feeling deep inside your chest that made you go back to him. “Grow up. He´s a playboy. A kid they gave too much money to who now thinks he´s the king of the world and can get away with everything because he´s good at shooting a rubber disk at a net.”

Each word stung in your chest. You knew she was right. “And yet I still love him.” Right on que your phone started to ring. Andrei Svechnikov.

“If you take this, I can´t do this anymore. I´m done watching you getting your heart broken by this asshole. You know he is only calling because he is drunk and alone.” You rolled your eyes. You knew she didn’t mean it; she just didn’t want you to get hurt again.

“Hey…” you said before dismissing her by turning around.

TWO: Don´t let him in, you´ll have to kick him out again

You thought he had gone back to Russia during the off season but when you had a knock at your door in the middle of the night. A gasp left your mouth when you saw the scene on the other side.

Seth Jarvis and Jesperi Kotkaniemi holding up a very drunk looking Andrei shooting each other worried glances as they waited for someone to open the door.

You leaned your forehead against the cold wood for a second, contemplating if you should let him in. With his state it would mean that he would spend the night, and you would have to kick him out again the next morning. Guilt would eat you alive if you let him stay but something in you knew you could not let him stand out there.

Three pairs of wide eyes looked at you after you gathered the courage to open. Jarvy and KKs eyes soon turned into guilt. Unspoken apologies filling the air. “BABY.” Andrei shouted. Peaking your head left and right you made sure no neighbors were nearby. “Hey.” You weren’t sure any of the men heard you. “He insisted on coming here.” KK stated, his words laced with guilt.

The both of you knew he knew better than bringing him here, so did Seth but you knew once Andrei had an idea in his head it was hard to get him to stop. “We´re sorry. We will take him home.” Seth fidgeted with his left hand and brushed it over his already tussled hair.

Your eyes wandered over the slump body of your ex-boyfriend. He was barely hanging on to his teammates shoulders. It must have been quite the process to even get him up here in the first place. “Bring him in.” KK exchanged a worried glance with his teammate on Andrei´s other arm. “Are you sure?”

Another loud sigh escaped your mouth before you could stop it. You knew you should say no. “Just do it, I will deal with the consequences later.”

Once Andrei was settled on your couch, deep asleep within seconds, you and his teammates stood in silence. Unspoken words heavy in the air. “We shouldn’t have come here.” Seth broke the silence. “It´s fine.” That was the end of the conversation.

The next morning you were awake way to early after the late-night disturbance. Andrei was still asleep on the couch when you walked into the living room. “Why are you here?” you whispered into the quiet space.

“I miss you.” Goosebumps rose on your arms at his reply. “Drei…” He groaned as he sat up. His hair tussled, his shirt wrinkled, his eyes shot red from the alcohol he indulged in last night. “I´m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking coming here. It was like a reflex when Jarvy and KK tried to take me home.”

“It´s fine.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “No, actually it´s not fine. Andrei, what are we doing? You call me when you are drunk, you show up at my doorstep when you´re drunk. Jarvy and KK apologized approximately fifty times for your behavior last night. We broke up months ago because YOU could no longer deal with my dramatics. You´re here for what exactly? Because it is certainly not to beg me for forgiveness.”

“I saw you on your date a few nights ago.” His confession hit you like a truck. You went for lunch with a guy from work a while ago. A friend from work, but you didn´t tell him that.

“And that gives you a right to do what? You can’t state any claim to me. We broke up, Andrei.” You clapped your hands over your face. The exhaustion from the long night now coming back to haunt you.

A beat passes with no reply. “Leave.” His eyes shot up in surprise. “What…?” You knew he wanted to say more but no words came out of his mouth. “Leave, Andrei. Leave and never come back. Never contact me again. We are over. I want to move on with my life and moving on does not include you.”

THREE: Don’t be his friend, you know you´re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

Months passed without seeing him after you threw him out of your apartment that night. You moved on with life. A few dates here and there, but nothing came out of it. Sometimes he was on your mind during them. In the beginning you compared them to him even though you didn’t want to, but things got better with time.

The more time passed between the last time you saw Andrei and the present day the less your thought about him actually. Your friend, who obviously did not stop being friends with you because you picked up the phone, was happy with the development and set you up with various different people throughout the passing time.

All came crashing down the next time you saw Andrei. It was New Years Eve. You were at a club in Miami to celebrate. Some girlfriends talked you into a trip over the year change and you said yes. Having been wrapped up with work prior to the holidays you were excited to let loose for a bit.

The bass hammered through your body a few hours into the evening. Alcohol had been flowing in masses, and it was still an hour until the new year. You swung your arms over your head to a Latin song you liked, your girlfriends next to you. “The guy over there has been starring at you for the past 10 minutes, you should go talk to him.” one of them yelled into your ear.

You followed her finger and looked directly into pretty blue eyes. The guy had blonde hair and muscles that everyone could see under his slightly too small shirt. “Go talk to him! He´s hot!” Your friend yelled again.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He greeted you as soon as you slid on a chair next to him. “Hey there yourself.” Flirting came easier to you when you had drunken but something about talking to him made him nervous. “What´s a pretty girl like you doing here ringing the new year in all alone?” You knew it was the worst way to open a conversation and in a sober state you wouldn’t have fallen for it but in this scenario, you looked up at him with heart eyes.

“Waiting for a guy like you to talk to me.” I shot him a wink which made him chuckle. You and he fell into an easy conversation. He told you that he´s here for a bachelor party and you told him about your girls trip to Miami. Conversation flowed easily, you blushed as he bought you another drink and brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. His touch lingering a little longer for just a friendly gesture.

“Babe, there you are.” The words hit you like ice cold water. The familiar Russian accent sending a shiver down your spine. “Babe?” The guy in front of you questioned as he saw the tall Russian step into your space. “Yeah, man, thanks for taking care of her, when she´s drunk she likes to wander. You next drink is on me.”

Perplexity was written all over the guys face but Andrei´s expression was ice cold, so he took the hint.

“Are you out of your mind?” You went off on him as soon as he was out of your earshot. “Hello to you too, malysh.” The Russian term of endearment something you had grown familiar with over time. “Fuck off, Andrei.” You pushed him out of the way and marched back towards your friends, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm.

“Let me go.” You whisper yelled as to not draw too much attention to you two. He didn’t comply. “Svechnikov, I´m warning you. I told you the last time we saw each other that you don’t have any claim to me anymore so, I have no idea what your little stunt back there was supposed to be but thanks for that.”

“He looked like a douchebag. You´re not good enough for him.” You huffed out a grunt. “And for whom am I good enough? You? Don’t make me laugh.” He grimaced. “I didn’t come here to fight.” His English getting worse with the alcohol, but you still understood him well enough.

“Then what are you here to do?” The two of you had wandered around in the club, now standing almost in the middle of the dance floor. “I wanted to apologize. You blocked me on everything so I could not do it via text, so I took my chance.” Your eyes narrowed. You didn’t really know what to do with his confession.

“I would like for us to be friends. I know you hung out with KK and Jarvy.” Your eyebrows raised. Friends. He wanted to be friends. “What?” The tone of your voice must have caught him by surprise because his eyes widened. “Friends.” He repeated.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven…” the countdown started in the background. You were still trapped in the bubble Andrei´s words put you in, so they sounded like you had something stuck in your ears. “Let´s start the new year with a truce. Friends. We hang out occasionally, you come to a game every now and then. I promise to stop texting you drunk and to call you, and to show up at your house in the middle of the night unless you ask me to.” He slurred, half of his words getting lost in the chanting and celebrating happening around you.

You knew you should not do it. You knew this would end in disaster, just like it did the last times but were unable to tell this man no. He had captured you from the moment he first entered your life and put his spell on you. “Fine.”

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You blinked your eyes open stung by the brightness that hit you when you fully woke up. Holding your hand in front of your eyes, blocking the sun from hitting you in the face. This was not your hotel room; you could tell from the window you were looking at alone. Behind you the rustling of sheets let you know that whoever you went home with was still with you.

After taking a deep breath you tried to manage the headache that immediately hit you. The last thing you remembered was talking to Andrei, setting a truce with him about being friends. A mistake, you immediately thought.

Taking another deep breath, you picked up your phone and checked the time. Shortly after eleven in the morning. You didn’t remember when exactly you got here or how, but you knew that you were naked which meant you drunkenly slept with someone.

Usually, hookups were not your thing but today you could bring yourself to care. This is why you came to Miami. “Good morning, malysh.” Your heart skipped a beat. There is no way. Blinking a few short times to make sure you were not dreaming you turned around.

Andrei lifted his hand to block out the sun just like you had a few minutes earlier. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. No, this is not happening. I´m dreaming.” You pinched yourself in the arm, jerking as it actually hurt.

Andrei chuckled behind you. “You okay?” His voice was rough and still laced with the screaming that had happened the night before. You buried your head in your hands. This could not be happening. You could not be in his hotel room, having come back to old patterns again. Your heart was racing, your hands were trembling, and your breathing was getting more rapid by the second.

“Malysh.” His voice mealy above a whisper. Shortly after you felt a soft kiss to your naked shoulder. “You´re panicking.” He correctly reads your actions. “Go.” was the only thing you said to him. “Baby, I can´t go, this is my hotel room.”

“Andrei, please, leave me alone for a few minutes.” He sensed the urgency in your words, so he slowly got up. “Okay, but we will talk about this after.”

And if you´re under him, you ain´t getting over him.

You took a few deep breaths, telling the situations was not as bad as you thought. At least you didn’t go with a stranger. An ex-boyfriend was not that much better, but it could have been worse. Drunk you is acting on sober you´s thoughts. Is what you thought. Did you still have feelings for Andrei? Was that a question you wanted to think about right now?

Andrei returned before you could finish your internal discussion. Shorts hung low on his body, his bulge visibly staining against the front. “There is no way you are turned on right now.” You tried to deflect. “What do you think happens when you are naked in my bed. You´re the hottest woman I have ever come across.”

You weren’t sure if he was being serious. Sure, he told you the same thing multiple times throughout your actual relationship, but he was with hotter people after. You saw the gossip, the models he was surrounding himself with after you had broken up.

“Stop thinking, Malysh.” The more he called you this specific Russian nickname the more you were taken back to your relationship. The problems but also the good memories. You knew this must end after today. You couldn’t let yourself get back to this.

He stepped into your space and started to prep your neck with kisses. “You´re thinking too much. Let me help you turn your head off just a bit.” He moved his kisses further down your neck before he pushed you down, so your back was hitting the soft sheets of the bed.

It was easy for him to climb over you and still reach every part of your body. He placed a short kiss to your lips before he started wandering again, placing kisses to every inch of you that was available to him.

This was the last time you were indulging in him; you were telling yourself. But the idea vanished when he sucked on your neck, leaving a mark as if you were his again.

You would deal with the consequences later.

[laceymorganwrites]

Pegging Tokyo Revengers men - part 1

A/N: Tell me which characters to do next^^ 

Fem!Reader

Taiju:

suggests it but is embarrassed

listen, his friends had to convince him to finally ask you

he´s been curious about anaorgasms for so long now but was scared of being judged for a long time

his friends are super open about their own lives in the bedroom and ever since then he wanted to try it too

super relieved when you agree to it

baby boy really thought you were gonna call him weird for his desires

he´s really nervous about it once you´re actually getting the stuff ready

does too much research beforehand and just looks at it from a completely theoretical standpoint which makes him even more anxious 

you pick him up from work and immediately get to the bedroom, slowly undressing him, feeling him up, making him feel so wanted 

he´s relieved when you calm him down like this, getting him to focus only on you

he´s so sensitive from just foreplay alone but you take your time with it, making sure he´s ready

the dildo you prepared isn´t as big as his own cock, just the right size to start with, you let him lube it up himself for some control

you sit on the edge of bed, right in front of the mirror he loves to use so much, it´s fun to switch roles, now you´re the one showing him how hot he looks

you help him in taking it all in nice and slow, him sitting on top of you, legs spread and your hand on his stomach possessively, cradling him like a good boy

he´s so overwhelmed by the whole situation and all these new feelings, he didn´t know he could feel any more pleasure with you but you always knew how to surprise him

he grips onto the sheets as you hold his head, making him look at all the cute expressions he makes, fucking up into him slowly but deeply, making him actually moan for once 

when he´s close you let him touch yourself, your own hand over his, getting him to finish together 

such a baby at aftercare, he´s usually not that cuddly or needy but you´re not complaining

you´ve never seen him so blissfully fucked out, it´s adorable really 

Mucho:

already has multiple toys prepared

this is nothing new for you two

you two have been dating since you were teenagers so you know each other in and out, you´ve done about everything in the book

you went through every awkward phase together, you know each other better than anyone else in the world, probably because you´ve seen each other at your worst and best, have been there for each other for every step of the way, for every mistake, for every success

for every awkward sexual encounter because things didn´t work out as you thought or just simply weren´t it for you two

it started out that way with pegging as well

you tried it relatively early in your relationship when you were still horny teenagers who didn´t do much else but fuck 

needless to say you didn´t do any research, just watched some porn together and tried it immediately after it

you were too hasty with it and he was too impatient, in the end it ended up hurting more and you just stopped there and didn´t try it again for a few years after that

it´s his birthday when you decide to surprise him with it, you know that he still wants to try it but both of you were too embarrassed and honestly too stubborn to actually bring it up 

you most of all because you pride just got in the way, you were so young back then and thought you knew everything

now that you were older and more mature you could finally use your pride for good things, researching on your own and buying a bunch of toys, maybe a few too many for the start but you had a hunch you´d need them eventually

Mucho loves being spoiled on his birthday so he´s already looking forward to it, expecting a rougher session, the ones he likes the most, where you completely wreck him

but he didn´t expect it to start out so slow, he liked the presents you got him but said he wanted to wait a bit before trying out the bigger things

but he did agree to letting you finger him, a great success for you

you have him on his fours, his favorite position after he found out just how much he enjoyed getting spanked

you start circling his hole, gently probing it and preparing him gently

once he´s loosened up a bit you start using a finger vibrator you´ve bought him

it´s been a while since you´ve seen him so relaxed, your sex life never is boring but sometimes you can get a bit self conscious so you´re happy he likes it

you´re edging him, making him whine for you, grinding against the sheets but you don´t let him cum, not until he´s crying from overstimulation

needless to say you two are too impatient to stop there and end up using all of the toys you bought, Mucho can´t move the next day but it´s worth it because he never felt that good

South:

brat

he is obnoxious and so so overconfident, it´s just annoying

your relationship is weird enough as it is, you don´t even remember when and how it started

South and you kind of always were in each other´s lives, and he was always annoying you

he´s always had a crush on you and those feelings didn´t change over time, the second he saw you he asked you out

after rejection after rejection he bothered you so much that you said yes to one date

said date was awful, he took you to a restaurant that was too fancy to enjoy and didn´t know what else to do after that so he just called you a taxi and called it a night

he thinks his reputation, looks and strength will get him anywhere because that´s how it´s always been

that´s why it irritates him so much that you don´t like him

one day he just shows up at your door and asks you to tell him your life story, saying he can´t get you out of his head, that he realized he genuinely wants to know you

you spend the whole night talking and watching stupid movies he enjoys (70s martial arts movies from all countries)

that´s when you finally figure him out, yeah he´s an adrenaline junkie but he´s also just a big puppy who gets excited over everything, it´s kind of cute

you start casually dating after that, it´s more like deepening your friendship but with making out

sex doesn´t come until way later but you don´t mind

South has opened up to you about his issues with his confidence, performance anxiety and most of all he trusted you enough to tell you about his biggest insecurity, his small dick (will do a seperate hc post for that) 

you´re the first person he ever trusted on such a level, on a level where he could be intimate without feeling and thinking too much, without the fear and the shame

because he´s not the most sexually active person out there it´s very awkward at first, he´s just not good at sex but his pride won´t let himself admit that

you´re the first woman that doesn´t laugh at him and that doesn´t leave halfway through

you´re so patient with him even though he´s so stubborn

you always guide him when having sex and even though he hates the aspect of losing control he´s okay with it after realizing what sort of expressions and sounds he could make you make if he does exactly what you tell him to

in a way you´re at fault for making him even more confident

you don´t mind at first but it gets obnoxious when he starts boasting about his skills when you haven´t even done that much yet 

the worst thing is that he can´t eat pussy to save his life, it´s infuriating you

one day you just have enough and tell him you could do a better job eating him out than he you

he just laughs at you because he doesn´t believe that he´ll even feel anything, he never thought about trying anything anal related, thinking it´ll just hurt

but he does let you try, just because he thinks you´ll fail anyway and that way he won´t have to eat you out anymore (he thinks it´s a drag because his tongue gets tired and you don´t give him any reactions so he knows he´s not doing a good job and that kind of crushes him but yeah he doesn´t talk about that because that would mean admitting he´s not the perfect specimen)

he´s so squirmish and embarrassed when he´s laying down and you´re between his legs, he tries to cross them the whole time but you pull them apart and keep them in place over your shoulders

you keep eye contact the whole time you´re kissing along his inner thighs, gently nibbing and licking, praying he´s taking mental notes

he hates to admit it but South loves seeing that intense stare of yours

blushes so hard when he feels your tongue, tries to cover his face and after considering it you let him because you know how hard this is for him already

he closes his eyes and just focuses on your tongue, on what you´re doing, how you´re moving and he fucking whines

he had no idea something so simple could be so enjoyable, no wonder you crave it so much

from now on he wants to try his best to be a better lover for you

definitely more submissive now, not as much of a slut as Mucho but he does have his moods

loves preparing himself for you, he has a big collection of plugs now, gets off on you using a strap bigger than his cock

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Looped Sun 12

Loop #380

Mumbo: Ok, it is done!

Scar: What is- WHAT IS THAT!?!

Grian: Is that why you needed the power stone?

Mumbo: It sure is mate. I present to you the new and improved powers stone powered Buttercups mech.

Grian: It's great!

Mumbo: Doc stands no chance against it!

Scar: Wooho! big and large! My favorite combo!

Mumbo: ... U-uh. R-right moving on.

Scar: What!?

Loop #383

Scott: Thomas sanders, right?

Thomas: Yeah? A looper right? Whose place did you take?

Scott: Oh right right, I'll be your Creativity for this loop.

Thomas: Oh... can you tell me why my friends had animal features this time around?

Scott: Oh that is a thing from our loop that seems to have carried over.

Thomas: ... Wait...Ours?

Scott: Right! Morality!

Jimmy: Hello! First fused loop for me so I'm a bit nervous... Why didn't you just call me by name though.

Scott: Easiest way to introduce your role. Next, Logic!

Mumbo: H-here! I uh... I really should have been anxiety though.

Jimmy: Eh, I see it. You are like, really smart Mumbo.

Mumbo: Oh... thanks.

Scott: Well, since you mentioned her, Anxiety!

Pearl: Hello mate.

Thomas: My anxiety being australian I didn't expect.

Pearl: Yeah... did you know about this australian spider that can kill you and is basically impossible to see?

Thomas: This is going terribly.

Jimmy: Listen It's not that bad, right?

Thomas: ...

Scott: It is pretty bad... Thomas' sides are all fragments of his personality but we aren't...we are complex people It's difficult to do their job.

Thomas: ...

Scott: Take me, sure I'm colorful and creative and prideful and all about that jazz but I'm also rational. I can't give Thomas the same delusional and completely fantastical type of pure creativity and imagination that he needs.

Jimmy: Well I think I'm doing a good job as morality!

Thomas: You are It's just...

Scott: You are also prideful and get weird when you feel insulted so your flavour. morality is too emotional, you also aren't used to killing being a bad thing as the life series has multiple respawns and Empires has infinite which means that the most basic morals of don't kill and don't steal don't really come to you naturally.

Jimmy: O-oh... well, I'm trying.

Scott: And Mumbo?

Mumbo: Y-yeah?

Scott: I mean it in the nicest way...Logic is supposed to reign Anxiety in, not akwardly stutter whenever Pearl makes a point.

Pearl: What can I say, I'm right.

Scott: And Pearl, I know you are having fun with this but you are treapassing into intrusive thoughts territories way too often.

Pearl: Do I? I'm sorry mate, I didn't mean to.

Thomas: It's...it's fine, I understand It's hard I just-

Mumbo: U-uh can I say something?

Thomas: Y-yeah?

Mumbo: Uh...you do know Scott scottish accent is not really that strong right?

Scott?: ... Frick... Well, I knew it wouldn't last forever.

Thomas: Huh!?

Grian: Hello Thomas, I just couldn't stay back while...this happened.

Pearl: G! You cunt! You didn't tell us you were here!

Grian: Sorry, sorry, just wanted to keep the surprise a surprise.

Mumbo: Grian!? You are here!

Grian: Sure thing Mumbo.

Thomas: How did I not-

Grian: What can I say? I'm a looper, I'm really good at lying. Now, I have a few ideas to fix these issues.

Thomas: Ok, ok this is fine Scott I need some ideas for the video-

Scott: Already on it! Are you-

Scar: Have you ever tought about tasting human flesh? I heard and totally have no experience with it that it tastes like pig.

Thomas: What!? No!

Pearl: Scar!?! Grian, did you know about him being here too!?

Grian: Yep, sure thing.

Pearl: And you didn't say anything.

Grian: Funnier this way.

Scar: Ok, ok, what if you stole a bone from a grave and sold it to one of their family members!

Thomas: Nooo!

Scar: Hm...

Scott: Got anything else?

Scar: ... Uh...murder?

Thomas: Not happening.

Loop #387

Jimmy had known about this type of loop from Grian, still waking up with healing powers and stuck in a tower was a lot. Still Grian said he just needed to reach the castle, reunite with this loop's version of his parents and get mother gothel apprehended. Which he did, in record time he might add which meant he was surprised when the loop didn't finish immediately when Grian said it would. It lasted a while more actually, he even got a special guard-

Jimmy: Pearl!?

Pearl: Jimmy!?! Of course you are taking Rapunzel's place.

Jimmy: You are my guard now?

Pearl: Yeah, It's my sworn duty to protect you.

Jimmy: So... why did the loop not end?

Pearl: This is the extended version of the loop mate.

Jimmy: Oh. Oh! Ohhhh.

Pearl: ...

Jimmy: I don't know anything about it.

Pearl: Oh right, well... follow my lead, mate and you'll be good.

Jimmy: Ok!

Jimmy: That's...different from the healing incantation.

Pearl: Yeah, don't read it.

Jimmy: What why not?

Pearl: It's not going to be good.

Jimmy: Well now I want to read it!

Pearl: Jimmy no-

Jimmy: Wither and decay... see nothing bad.

Pearl: Don't the words not make you think about it!?!

Jimmy: Hmm... End this destiny... no! Break these earthly chains and set the spirit free.

Pearl: Ok then, I'm just going to wait here to tell you I told you so.

Jimmy: Nothing is happening. Wither and decay, end this destiny. Break these earthly chains and set the spirit free.

Pearl: Guess It's happening.

Jimmy: Wither and decay, end this destiny. Break these earthly chains and set the spirit free. Wither and decay, end this destiny. Break these earthly chains and set the spirit free.

Pearl: ...fuck.

Jimmy: The moonstone? It's pretty.

Pearl: Yeah.

Jimmy: So do I just grab it?

Pearl: About that, plans have changed.

Jimmy: Uh?

Pearl: Listen, I'm the PearleascentMOON, I have a bit of a thing going on.

Jimmy: Don't -

And then light enveloped the room.

Jimmy: I can't believe you tricked me for the bit!

Pearl: Oh C'mon, it was funny.

Jimmy: ... Power of the sun, gift me with your light-

Pearl: And that's my cue to go.

Loop #393

Jimmy: Wait, why did I get Mabel's place and you Dipper!?

Pearl: You tell me mate.

Jimmy: You know what? I don't care. This is going to be great anyway.

Pearl: You do know what happens in gravity fall, right?

Jimmy: Not really! Just the basics!

Pearl: ... Right. Don't get your hopes up too high.

Jimmy: Wait, what happens!?

Pearl: ...

Jimmy: I hate gnomes.

Pearl: Big L.

Jimmy: Not even king! Queen! They tried to make me wear a dress!

Pearl: Nothing wrong with a dress.

Jimmy: There is when I'm forced into it by small creepy men.

Jimmy: How do people deal with so much...this!?!

Pearl: Probably used to it, they live here. It would be weirder if they didn't.

Jimmy: I- I guess!? You know what, I'm going to make more sweaters.

Jimmy: Oh, we can't just leave Pacifica there all alone.

Pearl: But she's a-

Jimmy: You said she gets better though.

Pearl: ... Yeah but-

Jimmy: Pacifica! Do you want a ride?

Gideon: EGASSEM SDRAWKCAB EGASSEM SDRAWKCAB EGASSEM SDRAWKCAB!

Grian: Oh It's nice to be here! You must be Gideon then?

Gideon: What are- How do you know my name?

Grian: Oh, I know lots of things. Lots of things.

Jimmy: Grian!?!

Grian: Hey there Timmy, I told Pearl this would happen eventually.

Jimmy: Why are you talking to me?

Grian: Well, it is near the time when the puppet show happens, you just didn't make them.

Jimmy: ...What?

Grian: Doesn't matter, at this point Bill would posses Dipper but I don't really want to posses Pearl, a bit unconfortable for me.

Jimmy: I'm not letting you posses me G.

Grian: Oh C'mon, it would be funny!

Jimmy: Why do even want to?

Grian: The nightmare realm is just so boooring. I promise I won't embarass you.

Jimmy: ...I want control at least 75% of the time.

Grian: no way, 50%.

Jimmy: 70%.

Grian: ... 60%.

Jimmy: ... Fine.

Grian: It's a deal then?

Jimmy: Yes.

Pearl: Grian you-

Grian: What? I didn't do anything!

Pearl: You caused Weirdmageddon!?!

Grian: Oh come on, It's so much tamer then canon, i'd call it Tamemageddon even.

Pearl: Grian.

Grian: I even turned infinte respawns AND keep inventory on.

Pearl: Grian.

Grian: Look at Timmy, he's having a blast! Aaaand I know for sure someone wants to pratice using the moonstone and chaos magic together.

Pearl: ...

Grian: I'm not going to hurt anyone Pearl, this is all innocent fun.

Pearl: ... Fine.

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[reyla-the-black-wolf]

My Heart speaks for you (Part 3)

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Pairing: Eris x f!reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: fluff, a bit of flirting?, slight hints of anxiety, nightmare but with happy ending

Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?

Music:

Let it all out on me - Houses on the Hill

Codex - Joel Sunny

Snowfall - Øneheart (8D Audio)

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Golden rays of sunshine fell on my face, leaves casting shadows onto my features. The forest around me smelled of wet moss and fresh rain, and the bittersweet scent of resin and delicate heather wafted through the air from afar, while the birds above sang their melodies merrily. 

I stood beside a birch tree, just as Eris had described, enjoying the last beams of sunlight and waited for him. The forest around me was painted in every autumnal shade imaginable, making it seem like a whole different world, the leaves competing to see who had the richest colours. It was breathtaking.

I had seen autumn in the Night Court, but it would never compare to the view surrounding me.

I spun around, my feet dancing across the spongy moss. Captivated by the glory of it all, I didn´t notice the light footsteps coming from behind. Someone chuckled, making me turn around to see the Autumn Court heir leaning against the bark of a tree. An amused smile played across his lips as he watched me. Of course, he looked as stunning as ever in his crimson tunic and fiery hair. 

A blush spread across my cheeks and my body tensed under his gaze. Suddenly the air felt too hot. Too dry. A certain heat radiating off him. Just breathe. No need to be nervous.

„Welcome to the Autumn Court, y/n! I´m delighted you accepted my invitation.“ He spoke as he walked towards me, extending his hand. Uncertain, I placed my hand in his. Gods, it was so small compared to his. His lips brushed my knuckles as he kissed them in a deep bow, the pink blush on my cheeks increasing. 

He straightened and looked at me, another smile creeping over his lips as he noticed my cheeks. 

Completely oblivious of how to react to his actions, I just stared at him like some love-drunk maiden. 

„Come on then, I´ll show you my home.“ He waved and began to move deeper into the forest. I snapped out of my daze and quickly followed, my hands in my pockets.

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We strolled through the woods for about five minutes when I remembered what was hidden in one of my pockets. Pulling it out, I showed Eris a small notebook, encouraging him to open it when he gave me a puzzled look. His fingers grazed mine as he grasped the book, sending a shiver over my skin. 

„So we can talk, even without words.“ and „Why did you invite me here? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened at the council meeting?“ - was written on the first page. He looked at me for a few seconds, hurt and confusion flashing in his eyes, before he answered. „I invited you because I want to get to know you better, otherwise I wouldn´t have written you this letter.“ Shame crawled into my gut. Of course. „And not only because you´re my mate, but back on Starfall you were the first person in a long time to listen to me without judgement.“ His answer surprised me, as I hadn´t expected him to be so honest and a tickling sensation settled in my stomach when he called me his mate. „So let me ask you, what is your life like? What should I know about you?“ he asked, stopping and staring directly at me with a challenging glint in his amber eyes, lowering his body to tower over me. His hands were crossed politely behind his back.

I pulled a pen from my pocket and quickly jotted down my answer. „You can ask me anything you like. I´ve got nothing to hide, fox.“ 

Eris laughed at the nickname and it was one of the most beautiful sounds I´ve ever heard. It was a deep and full laugh, smooth as silk and honey and with a touch of incredulity and irony, it melted right into my soul. „Careful, little dove. Foxes have sharp teeth and you certainly don´t want to meet mine.“ His intense gaze should´ve made me nervous, but instead it only spurred me on. In his presence, I didn´t have to play the shy girl or the cursed princess. I felt I could be myself. 

„Do you think you can intimidate me that easily, Eris Vanserra? So go ahead, ask me your questions.“ When I showed him what I had written down, he looked back at me with surprise in his features and something else I couldn´t quite put my finger to, so I put on my most defiant expression, raised one eyebrow and dared not look away. 

But a cheeky grin crept up my lips, causing me to break the stare and hide my smile, but Eris grabbed my shoulder and pulled me towards him, his chest almost touching mine. He was so tall, I had to lean back to look up at him. 

„Do that again.“ His breath swept over my face as I blinked at him, dumbfounded. „Smile again.“ So I did and gave him a coy smile. „You have a lovely smile, little dove.“ His other hand came up to caress my cheek, making me blush again. It felt rough and soft at the same time, and a lump formed in the back of my throat as I felt a heat building in my stomach. The tips of my pointed ears flushed. Something about that nickname made me feel... safe. The Eris everyone had told me about wasn´t the one standing in front of me, that´s for sure. 

I tried my best not to close my eyes and lean into his touch, not wanting this moment to end. 

When the silence turned to embarrassment, he cleared his throat and let go of my shoulder. „I can ask you anything I want?“ he asked, earning a look of annoyance from me in return, and chuckled. „Okay, fine. I´ll leave a couple questions behind. But hurry now, I want to show you something.“ He urged me forward, putting his hands behind my back. „Come on now. Otherwise we´ll miss it.“ I couldn´t hide another grin at his behaviour.  

We continued wandering through the woods, and he asked me any question that came to his mind. What do I like eating most? What do I do in my spare time, and what are my favourite flowers? What sights should he visit in Velaris? He was genuinely interested in me and my life, and I happily wrote down my answers to every single question. I `told´ him about my life in Velaris and what it was like to grow up in the Night Court.

At some point during our `conversation´, his questions became even more philosophical. Why are we born into this world? What do I think our purpose is, and do we even have one? I could feel myself relaxing more and more with each question he asked. With every twist and turn around the trees. With every minute the sun set deeper, until the last sunrays fell weakly through the treetops. 

Whether it was the fact that I was his mate that drew me to him, I didn´t care. I was beginning to like him. For himself. The self he probably didn´t show very often, if ever, in front of others. I liked him not because of this bond between us, but because he treated me kindly. Because he made me feel like I could be myself around him, and that meant a lot to me. Even though he would never know that.

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It must have been an hour later when Eris ignited a flame in the palm of his hand to provide us with some light. It had gone pitch black now that the sun had finally bid us farewell, only for her sister to shine as brightly as ever on the sky canopy.

My fingertips tingled and a blissful warmth built up in my chest as the heat of the flame gently stroked my skin. 

„Don´t worry, we´ll be right there.“ He said, noticing my worried look. I scribbled something on a page and showed it to him. 

„Yes, there are. But don´t be afraid little dove, the terrors of the night won´t find or harm us.“ I nodded slowly and closed the journal, putting it back in my pocket.

Two minutes later, Eris suddenly came to a halt and I bumped into his side. We were standing at the edge of a forest glade. The lush grass swayed gently in the night breeze, and the faint chirping of crickets filled the air. 

„This is what I wanted to show you, y/n.“ I looked up at him, utterly confused. Even more so when he just smiled at me, the flame in his hand died and Eris started to run out into the field. 

I didn´t understand what was going on at first, but what happened then absolutely stole my breath. 

Everywhere, fireflies ascended from the grasses into the night sky like lost stars. They danced and swirled around each other, bathing the clearing in a soft green, yellowish light. The crickets acted as a perfect orchestra, playing a sensual waltz as the fireflies soared higher and higher with each note. My mouth fell open and tears formed in my eyes. It was breathtaking. Amazing. Glorious. Without realising it, laughter broke out. But not Eris´s. No, it was mine. I was laughing! Totally mesmerised by the phenomenon before my eyes. A natural spectacle of the greatest beauty. A circus of floating lights. The magnificence of it all poured into my soul, warming me from the inside out as I shivered in anticipation. 

Eris turned when he heard my laughter, not even surprised that I actually made a sound, and waved me over. „Come here!“ He called, laughing as well. I walked slowly towards him, trying not to scare the fireflies away. The grass brushed my trousers and caressed my hands as I glided through it. Every now and then a single firefly landed on my shoulder to rest.

When I stopped in front of Eris, he looked down at me with a mischievous grin on his delicate lips. We stood so close I could hear his heartbeat and feel his hot breath tickling the tip of my nose. As we stared at each other in rapt, tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I was overwhelmed by... well, by everything. His hands cupped my face, brushing away the tears in comforting circles. „I assume you like it?“ He chuckled and I nodded, looking down. More tears streamed down my cheeks as another laugh escaped my throat. If I had to describe this moment, I´d say nothing but pure joy enveloped my body. „You should laugh more often, little dove. It suits you.“ His soothing voice sank into my being as I peered up at him with big doe eyes. I realised how wild and carefree I felt in his embrace. And how trapped I felt in my own home, with my own family.

The fireflies were reflected in his own eyes. They blended with the honey in them, making them sparkle even more. He looked truly magnificent. I turned around once, gesturing wildly with my hands at the clearing around us, and when I met his gaze again, my lips parted to speak, but I faltered. Instead, I mouthed „Thank you“ and gave him a graceful smile. „I appreciate it, but there is no need to thank me.“ He gestured to the ground and a plaid blanket appeared out of nowhere. 

We lay down side by side, gazing up at the fireflies floating above our heads and the dazzling stars on the firmament. I stretched my hand and accidentally touched his. My breath caught for a second, but Eris didn´t pull away, he even brushed his fingers over mine. The gentle movement made me close my eyes and exhaled deeply.

So there we lay. Enjoying this peaceful moment of life together. Right now I didn´t care what my family or anyone else thought about him. I just longed to stay like this forever and never leave this place, even though I knew I had to. But that didn´t matter now. 

„I found this clearing when I was a child.“ I opened my eyes and shifted to look at him. „Always ran away from my mother to explore the woods, you know? My brothers tried to follow me, but they could never catch up.“ He huffed. „What can I say? I´ve got some speed.“ I couldn´t help giggling at his own comment. „It´s become a safe haven for me. And it can be a safe haven for you too.“ Interest glinted in my eyes. „I use my magic to keep this clearing out of sight of any unwelcome visitors. In other words, my family will never find you here, so you can come and go as you please.“ I gave him a coy smile. „Only if you want to, of course.“ He added quickly. To show him I understood and honoured the fact, that out of all people he showed me his safe place, I squeezed his hand lightly in mine and the tips of his ears turned a shade darker. Was the Eris Vanserra blushing? Because of me? I tried to hold back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass him. As I rolled back onto my back, I tried to pull my hand away, but Eris wrapped his fingers between mine and gripped them tightly. It caught me by surprise, but didn´t bother me at all. 

So we returned to staring at the night sky, lying in the grass and listening to the crickets for I don´t know how long. 

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Cauldron, it´s late! I have to go. I shivered and rose abruptly from the ground, causing Eris to follow my movement. „Wait, y/n! I know you have to leave, but I´ve got one more little surprise for you.“ he said, still holding onto my wrist. He reached into an inside pocket of his tunic and pulled out a long, golden shimmering amulet, adorned with fine, ruby-coloured jewels that glistened under the moonlight. „If you´re ever in trouble, tap the gem in the middle and I´ll know and find you.“ I gratefully accepted the necklace and tucked it safely into my jacket. 

„Take care, little dove.“ He said farewell. „Goodbye.“ I mouthed, winnowing home. 

Little did I know what was waiting for me in my bedroom. 

I flinched, when I spotted my father´s stern face, his arms crossed. „I hope you have a good explanation for why you´re out of bed, young lady!“ His enraged tone made my hair stand on end.

That meant trouble ahead. 

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„It´s the middle of the night! Where have you been?“ „We were worried about you. You can´t just disappear, darling.“ „Are you all right? Are you hurt?“ 

My parents bombarded me with questions and I couldn´t answer any of them. Of course, I didn´t want to tell them that I had gone to Autumn Court to see Eris, because they would probably become even more worried and I didn´t want to risk that. 

But apparently I didn´t have to say anything. 

My father sniffed the air and before I could cover my scent, he growled. „You were with him.“ His voice was deep and menacing. „I thought we agreed you weren´t to see that... that jerk. He´s dangerous, darling.“ The expression on my father´s face perfectly displayed his anger and disappointment. Something inside me stirred at his insult and I wanted to protect Eris, so unconsciously my hands clenched into fists. „Why did you meet him?“ My mother tried to ease the tension by speaking in a calmer manner than her husband, but I just stood there, frozen, not looking at her. 

Sharp talons scraped carefully along my mind, demanding to be let in, but the hurricane that protected my thoughts only tightened, sending my father´s claws away and causing him to flinch at the unexpected defence. I knew he wanted to know what had happened between Eris and me, but he also would never enter my thoughts without permission. 

„Do you want to know why we´re not overly fond of him?“ He sighed, his tone was kinder this time, and my mother threw him a glance as if to say, `Are you sure?´ 

Do I really want to know why they don´t like him? Do I really want to know the answer to that? I wasn´t sure, but in the end my curiosity got the better of me and I nodded. 

So they began. 

They told me everything as the moonlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating my room with an eerie light. From Mor´s escape from Hewn City to what Eris had done to her and how Uncle Az had found her on that terrible day years ago. Also that Eris had once hunted my mother. They told me every detail. 

„He left her. Eris simply left her on the ground with nothing but a note nailed to her stomach.“ My father´s darkness swirled in the corners of my room as my mother gently stroked his arm to calm him. „I will never forget the moment Azriel brought her back. How he held her in his arms. And I will never forget when he was hunting for your mother, how he…“ he hesitated. „What your father is trying to say, sweetheart, is that Eris is not a good man.“ My mother said. „He is no more a good man than his father. Which is another reason.“ 

I wanted to believe them. I wanted to believe that Eris was the awful man they told me he was, but I couldn´t forget the man I had met. The way he had laughed when we walked through the forest earlier. The way his eyes had lit up when he heard me laughing.

I couldn´t. I didn´t want to! 

„The other reason we don´t like him, to put it mildly, is his father.“ She took a deep breath. „You must understand that Beron is... he is a cruel man, honey. High Lord or not.“ „The fact that Eris,“ my father clearly struggled with his next words, „is your mate means that you would live with him at Autumn Court because he´s the heir. But only if the bond snaps for you too.“ He came closer and cupped my shoulders, caressing them gently. „Starlight, don´t get me wrong. I´m more than happy that you´ve found your mate, it´s just that I wish it was someone more trustworthy.“ Slowly he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. „Your mother and I just want to know that you´re safe. And the Autumn Court is anything but.“ Both my parents pulled me into a tight embrace. I let myself be surrounded by their love and warmth, but there was still that feeling. A feeling hidden deep inside my soul that tried to protest. The perfect little daughter, aren´t you? Always obedient and quiet, huh? Before my inner critic got too powerful, I shoved those thoughts away. 

„My little star, please promise us you won´t see him again? It´s only for your own safety, okay?“ They looked at me with longing in their eyes. Hoping that I would agree with them. Déjà-vu. 

I took a deep breath, silenced my thoughts and looked straight at my parents. I will not back down. Not this time! 

Fake happiness sneaked into my eyes and I nodded, making them sigh and give me each a kiss on the forehead. They just have to believe I won´t meet Eris again. But who said I´d actually do it? I wanted to know his side of the story and I would find out, even if it hurt. 

With these thoughts, my parents wished me good night and left me alone in my room. I quickly washed myself, put on my pyjamas and lay down. My pillows enveloped me like cotton candy clouds and lulled me to sleep almost immediately.

The evening might have been imperfect in the end, but I wasn´t going to let the conversation with my parents ruin the wonderful experience with Eris. And as I thought about him, I soon drifted off into a pleasant sleep.

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It stared at me. The beast without eyes. The beast of many names. It stared. Devouring everything and everyone. Its waves tore at me like a rough wind on a stormy day. It tried to suffocate me. To steal my air. Help me! I need to breathe!

It circled around me and then...! A piercing pain shot through my entire being. It attacked. Again and again. Sinking its sharp claws into my flesh and knocking the air out of my lungs. I was drowning more and more in this all consuming place of nothingness. But this time... something had changed. Something inside me awakened. It growled and fought to get out. 

Another cruel pain shot through me, making this creature inside me even angrier. And then I struck back. I kicked into the darkness around me. I kicked and punched in every direction when suddenly a gut-wrenching scream escaped from the depths of my soul and the blackness around me shook. Every fibre of my being trembled and the darkness ripped itself apart until I collapsed, completely exhausted. 

My eyes were closed, waiting for the beast to strike again, but nothing happened. No sound, nor any noise could be heard. Just silence, floating like a boat on waves of crystal blue water, and my heavy breathing. 

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up. My hands met the ground beneath me. Solid ground! The darkness was still there, but it wasn´t moving. As if watching what would happen next, and just as I was thinking about that, something caught my eye. I turned my head to see a tiny spark glittering in front of me. It flickered again and continued to spread. It grew and grew until a dazzling fire crackled just a few paces out of reach. The flames flickered wildly, and glowing sparks flew in every direction. But instead of backing away, I held up a hand and reached straight into the flames. It should have burned my palm. Burned my flesh down to the bones into ashes. But out of every scenario, it diminished. It calmed down, and its blinding flames retreated, only to reveal a bright orange pelt. 

A fox. A little fox sat in front of me, staring at me with its big, black button eyes. It squeaked and sniffed in my direction. There was something familiar about it. The mischievous gleam in its eyes and the tiny, sharp-edged teeth that showed when it yawned. Cautiously he took a step forward. The tapping of his paws echoed through the brightening surroundings, and his fur shone as if it had been born of fire itself. What a beautiful little creature. He took a few more steps towards me and then lay down carefully in my lap. Completely amazed, I reached out to stroke its fluffy appearance. I was even more surprised when the little fox began to purr like a cat, interrupted now and then by a squeak. 

I didn´t know where it was coming from, but soft rays of sunlight poured in and chased the shadowy beast back to where it had come from. Something settled deep in my chest and the little creature in my lap stroked its head against my hand. The light grew brighter by the second until my vision blurred.

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Migraine pains

I wrote this a bit ago for Ao3 and wanted to post it here! This is my first time posting fanfiction on Tumblr so please forgive me if I make any mistakes :] Enjoy!

Tags: Sickfic, headaches & migraines, married Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, fluff

Discription: Phoenix Wright, who is set to be the defense in a high-stakes murder trial, is suddenly struck down with a migraine. Having never had a migraine before, he is forced to overcome a deep rooted trauma to get rid of the pain.

Wordcount: 1,3k

Again I wrote this a bit ago so there might be some mistakes as I was sick myself when writing lmao.

Wright?

A voice. A distant, but familiar voice sounded in his head.

Wright!

The voice raised, scaring the lawyer wide awake. He was laying on the small sofa in the defendant lobby, staring his opponent in the eyes.

"Finally!" Edgeworth, the stern man he was, leaned over Phoenix like a hawk. His clothing strayed from his usual courtroom attire, sporting a black button up with a dark magenta vest, topped off with a tie of the same color. On top of it all was a long, but formal coat to protect against the freezing cold. His hair was still the same as always, neat and well styled. 

"Mi- Miles…" Phoenix said, sitting upright. "...You look different."

"Now is not the time to be discussing my appearance!" He pushed his glasses up. "There are 11 minutes left till court and you look like… that."

Phoenix looked at the clock, then himself, and then back at Edgeworth, trying his goddamn best to process the event that transpired before this. 

"Well…" He was slightly taken aback by his partner's comment. Jesus, no need to call me out like that… I thought you loved me.

"Come with me, I'll fix you up in no time." Edgeworth reached his hand out, all but dragging Wright towards the bathroom.

"Wait! What- where"s Maya? Which trial is this? Why-" He jumped up off the sofa, trying to keep up with Edgeworths pace. The prosecutor swiftly turned around, staring into Wright"s eyes with utter confusion.

"You don't know which trial this is?"

"Eh, not really…"

They held eye contact for a few seconds, until Edgeworth continued his journey to the bathroom. He pushed Wright in front of the mirror, and began trying to make some sense of the man's un-natural hair.

"How can you not remember? You were there when the victim got shot!" 

Phoenix stared at his reflection. Messy hair, messy clothes, messy… everything! He looked around, noticing a strange spot in his vision. He brushed it off as an effect of staying up late (which he did the night before), and readjusted his collar and tie.

However, no matter what he did, the spot didn"t go away. If anything, it was growing. An unsettling feeling plagued his mind. He tried not to think about it too much, and focused on Edgeworths rambling instead.

"Well." Edgeworth said. "You look… presentable."

He stepped in front of his partner, making the last adjustments before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

"Hey, Miles?" Phoenix asked. "Do you ever have like a… weird, rainbow spot in your vision?"

"Do elaborate… I'm a bit confused on what you mean." 

Phoenix sighed. Not out of frustration or exhaustion, but out of a growing anxiety that something was wrong. Very wrong. "There's a spot in my vision, and I… I can't see through it."

"Oh-" He inhaled sharply through his teeth. "Like a migraine."

"A what-now?"

Edgeworth sighed. "You… don't know what a migraine is?"

"Well- I kinda do, but I"ve never had one." Phoenix said. "The only thing I know is that it's a big headache."

"Lucky bastard…" He mumbled to himself. "Anyway, you can"t go to court like this… it's only going to get worse from here."

Phoenix gasped. "Wait- what? Worse?" He strongly blinked a few times, getting more and more worried as the spot grew. "I have to do this case… I wont be able to pay my rent if I don"t!"

"Phoenix, I know." He placed his hands on his partner's arms. "But trust me, in the state you are in right now…"

"What, I'll get a headache? I've had those before, you know."

Edgeworth was getting frustrated now. Migraines were common for him, especially after the many sleepless nights he so often experienced. He knew there was nothing to be done about them, but that certain things would at least help. Being the defense on a high stakes murder trial was certainly not one of those things.

"Phoenix, I have had more than enough experience with this.” He held the door open with one hand, and reached out to Phoenix with the other. “Let's just go home. I won't let you go to court sick.”

Phoenix sighed in defeat, knowing damn well that trying to formulate a counter argument would only result in failure. Besides, he was getting a bit of a headache…

-

The pair stood in the garage of the prosecutor's office. Edgeworth was clearing some things from the passenger seat. Wright could make out some loose paper, a thick, messy case file, and a chinese take-out box. He had been given Miles’s coat, as he (stupidly) didn't bother bringing one with him despite the frigid temperatures.

“You can come in now.” Edgeworth gestured towards the door. 

Phoenix stepped inside with less grace than a drunk walrus, but he couldn't care less. The looming headache and anxiety were worse than before. 

“Thanks.” He mumbled. “What are we gonna do about the trial?”

“Ah, I'll call the courthouse when we get home.” He got into the driver's seat and started the car. “Don't worry about it.” A warm, comforting smile appeared on his face. Phoenix felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and couldn't keep his obvious blush hidden.

The first 5 minutes out of the 17 they had to drive were pretty uneventful. Normally they would have filled the whole trip up with stories and complaints about work, but it was completely silent this time. 

After a bit, Phoenix suddenly let out a painful whimper and dropped his head in his hands.

“Phoenix?” Miles pulls over into a random parking spot. “Phoenix- Are you alright?”

“I… mh-” He barely gets his words out. “Pain.”

“Headache?”

He nods, albeit rather pathetically. 

“Right.” Miles started driving again, maybe just a bit over the speed limit. “We have medicine at home-”

“No.” 

Miles looked at Phoenix, more confused than concerned.

“What do you mean, no?” He said.

Phoenix leaned back, eyes pressed shut. “I'm not… I'm not taking the medicine. Not after what happened with her.”

Miles sighed. He knew what was coming, and he knew he either had to wrestle the medicine into the man himself, or just leave him in pain. And his heart was not ready to accept option two.

“Phoenix, I understand, but… do you really want to live in pain for the rest of the day?” He said. “The medicine isn't even cold medicine. Completely different brand.”

“I-” Phoenix hesitated.

“Do you not trust me not to poison you?”

Phoenix inhaled sharply, being nearly brought to tears by the comment. Miles immediately regretted what he said. 

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Miles unlocked the door, and Phoenix nearly crashed through it. He stumbled to the couch and fell face first, not bothering to take his shoes off. 

“Do you want to eat anything?” Miles asked.

Phoenix shook his head, far too tired for any degree of verbal communication. His eyes were heavy and useless, and his head screamed at him in pain. 

“Do you want to watch tv?” Phoenix looked confused. “You're not supposed to look at the screen when you have a headache, right?” He thought to himself. Miles noticed his concerned expression. “As a distraction, of course. Listening to something always helps me get my mind off of what's happening to me.”

“Eh, I don't know…”

Miles chuckled. “You could also listen to me ramble about the Steel Samurai, but I doubt that would bring you any joy.”

“Just… do something…” He stared at a little bottle of pills in contemplation. “And…”

“And what?”

“Get me some painkillers…”

Miles tried to hide his best to hide his excitement, but as he looked over at his partner and noticed a devious grin plastered on his face, he knew he had lost.