#fallin down those stairs

[moldsporr]

>be me

>get bitten by a garter snake that snuck into the car during a 6 hour car trip, bite is on your bad leg so now it's hard to walk without more pain than usual

>okay. Get home and proceed to get sick. Try to sleep it off.

>sickness does not go away, is so bad it's hard to see straight + makes your psychosis flare up + makes it even HARDER to walk

>go outside to put scraps in the compost. Yellow jacket comes for me

>I stumble back, bad leg steps into deep hole that was dug for a fence post

>catch myself with a hand, coincidentally smacking a snake. It bites my hand.

>hurry out of the hole and get inside

>walk up the stairs, brothers barrel past and I fall down the stairs

>just like homestuck... ouwg

[fishdislikeme]

If I had a nickel for every time someone from Washington state in the USA has gotten addicted to heroin, become the frontman for a famous grunge band and then died on April fifth his have TWO FUCXJING NICKLES

One of them straight up killed themself and the other may be suicide so if I didn’t care about all information here being 100% confirmed I could add more to this list

[princessbrunette]

being sarah’s bff equals lots n lots of girlie nights !! so, of course, you’re comfortable enough to prance around tannyhill in short shorts n lil lacy camis after years of spending days n nights there !!

you’ve always thought of rafe as sarah’s mean big brother, nothing more n nothing less, so you tend to avoid him. he’s intimidating, yk !! besides, sarah’s warned you about staying away - “he ruins everything” she claims.

but rafe? rafe swears you know exactly what you’re doing when you’re roaming the halls in your shorts and cami that don’t leave a whole lot to his imagination, but then he gets you alone & realizes you really don’t have the slightest idea about what you’re doing :( so, he’s gotta teach you a lesson about wearing that shit around his house, right?

(also, please may i be 🐋 or 🍇 anon? pls n thank uu <3)

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sarah’s fast asleep in her humid bedroom, and you were too — before the loud credit music to the 2000s girly rom com you were watching woke you up. you were disorientated, warm, sitting up and squinting in the dark with a dry throat. you figured everyone would be in bed right now, it would be fine if you snuck down the stairs in your little pink lace cami and shorts to fetch yourself a drink.

he must’ve heard you go down, because there’s no way it was a coincidence that rafe appeared in the doorway, watching you down a glass of water, elbows leaning casually against the counter as you chug it down, practically bent over. he eyed you unabashedly, strolling over to the fridge beside you checking out your ass before turning to pull out a beer, cracking it open.

“you should be asleep.” he drawls, deadpan. he was never the conversationalist.

you pull your lips away from the glass, panting a little — mouth wet and breathless, making his dick twitch. “i was asleep. just got thirsty.” you turn to him politely, clearly having no idea how slutty you looked when you reach your fingers up to wipe the water droplets off your bottom lip and chin. you miss a drip, and it trails down your neck and chest. his eyes follow it.

“hm.”

“why can’t i be awake? does the kitchen close at midnight?” you smile, and it’s friendly, lighthearted even but his jaw ticks none the less, turning his attention to you as he takes a sip of beer, afterwards setting it down on the counter.

“no, just not used to having people roam around my house so late. ‘specially uh, especially not dressed like that.” he nods down at your get up in disapproval and you frown, looking down at yourself.

“these are my pyjamas?”

“those are two scraps of fabric.” he retorts, turning back to the fridge to close it after having left it open.

“whats wrong with them?” you tilt your head, all innocent like a kicked puppy and he actually has no idea if it was all an act or if you were truly this naive. he was looking forward to finding out.

“whats wrong with— okay, first of all— i shouldn’t have to come into my kitchen and see my little sisters best friends ass cheeks fallin’ out of her shorts.”

“s’not just your kitchen.” you interject sulkily, looking down at your feet. he steps closer with an impatient squint, gesturing around.

“you see anyone else around? my dad? no. i’m the man of the house now, alright? you’re a guest here, so you should really be listening to me.”

you look up at him, eyes glassy and doe like. it pauses him in his tracks, giving you the chance to speak.

“why’re you so mean to me, rafe? i actually don’t mind you that much, even despite the things sarah says.” you pout. he licks his lips, looking away with a sigh as he composes himself.

“well you’re smart not to listen to that girl. she’s fucking… she’s sarah.” he rolls his eyes, bringing a hand to his forehead to rub at it like he did when he was frustrated. “and i dont dislike you, okay?” he enunciates each consonant. “if i didn’t like you i would let you do whatever the hell you want ‘cos i wouldn’t give a shit. alright? i want you to be better. do well. s’why i gotta…” he gently places hands on your hips, waiting for any objections or resistance before turning you around to face the counter after being met with none. “i gotta guide you, yeah? teach you a lesson.” with that, he presses a hand on your back, gently easing you down to bend over the counter.

“what are you doin’, rafe? sarah’s upstairs.”

“i really… really don’t care.”

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[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Seventeen - Tyler Owens x Reader

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Chapter Seventeen - That's All I Needed To Know

As if you had just fallen asleep, your alarm was ringing on the nightside table telling you that it was time to head out with Tyler to Texas. You turned over towards the nightstand and let out a long groan as you hadn’t gone to bed until about midnight after the dinner with the Tornado Wranglers that, to your surprise, went extremely well. 

Asher and Finn were welcomed with open arms by Lilly and Dani who started showing them around the vans. Meanwhile, Boone was practically interrogating you about the Storm Riders and what got you into chasing. 

You reached over and grabbed your phone, turning the alarm off and plopping it back down onto the bed. You took a deep breath and stretched across the whole bed, having a couple of spots in your back crack. 

“That felt nice,” you sighed to yourself with a small smile.

Thankfully the two of you packed the car before dinner last night so all you had to do was crawl into the truck and fall back asleep as Tyler was driving to his aunts and then you would drive to your parents the following day. You had a set of comfier clothes to wear for the day but weren’t fully pajamas like you wanted to stay in, but first impressions were big to you. 

As you were sitting up there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Tyler’s voice. 

“Beautiful, are you up and ready for a road trip?” He asked quietly. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, getting up and shuffling over to the door to greet him. 

“I stand mistaken,” he said, making you confused, “Good morning, gorgeous.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you groaned, walking to the couch to grab the small stack of clothes. 

“Oh c’mon, is someone not a morning person?” He asked with a smirk while leaning on the door frame. 

“Not when it’s 2:45 in the morning and we went to bed at like midnight,” you said, heading to the bathroom, “I don’t understand how you have so much energy.” 

“Because I’m fired up, baby!” He said excitedly, but quiet enough not to wake up the whole motel. 

“I can tell,” you said, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. 

“Can I ask you something real, babe?” He asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door. 

“What’s up?” You asked, turning the sink on to get somewhat ready for the day ahead of you. 

“How long do I have to wait to ask you to be my girlfriend?” He asked, “I don’t want you to view this as me pressuring you or rushing into it, I just want a rough idea in case someone asks.” 

You took a deep breath while remembering your talk to yourself yesterday while in a breakdown. 

“Soon, Ty,” you said softly, “Soon.” 

“R-Really?” He asked with disbelief in his voice. 

“Yes,” you said, wiping your face with a damp washcloth, “Now don’t keep bugging me about it or it’ll be pushed further away.” 

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, “That’s all I needed to know.” 

You quickly changed into your clothes and tossed the ones you had into your laundry bag. You let your hair down from the bun it was in, getting your fingertips wet and fluffing it. You opened the door to see Tyler sitting on the couch with his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs. 

“Ready?” He asked, looking over at you with a smile. 

“Just have to check out,” you said, grabbing your purse and the small bag of things you needed for the night and morning. 

“You can go get comfy in the truck, there’s already a blanket and pillow in the seat for you,” he said, “And one of those coffee drinks you like.” 

“How do you know I like iced coffee?” You asked, never having told him that. 

“I’m observant,” he said, holding the door open for you. 

“Sounds like I have to watch what I say and do,” you joked, walking out the door and over to the stairs. 

“Careful on those now, don’t need you fallin’ again,” he chuckled, shutting the door and walking over to you. 

“At least we won’t start Lil Blue and get blown away by the radio,” you said, walking down the stairs. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “Whatever.” 

“Whatever,” you said mockingly. 

“What was that, little lady?” He asked, grabbing your waist and turning you around. 

“I said, whatever,” you giggled, mocking him again. 

“I don’t sound like that,” he said, opening the truck door for you as he pushed you against the truck. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking up at him with a smile. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, kissing your cheek gently. 

“Okay,” you trailed, getting into the truck and Tyler shutting the door. 

“Do I sound like that?” He asked himself as he walked into the main office of the motel to check you both out. 

You leaned the seat in the truck back a bit, getting it to the ultimate comfy position and situating the pillow and blanket Tyler supplied. Both things smelled just like him so it was easy for you to fall asleep since his scent made you feel calmer. It may have not been a deep sleep, but light enough that you could still somewhat hear what was going on around you. 

The truck door opened letting in a rush of cooler air that made you groan, pulling the blanket closer to your face. Tyler chuckled, getting in and adjusting the seat to where it was comfortable for him to drive. He started the truck and turned to have the heat on slightly for you. He paired his phone to play music while he drove, not having it too loud to wake you. 

Once he got on the main roads, he turned it up a couple of notches and hummed along. 

“You know, baby,” he said softly, “I’d wait my whole life if it meant being able to be with you. No matter what anyone says about you, I’ll still choose you.” 

It was honestly like he planned it, as he started being all sappy, “Wanted�� by Hunter Hayes started to play. 

“You know I’d fall apart without you, don’t know how you do what you do,” he sang softly, “Everythin’ that don’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you.” 

He reached over and put his hand on your thigh that was exposed from the blanket, rubbing small circles with his thumb while Hunter sang the next verse over the radio.

“Cause I just wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make you feel wanted,” Tyler sang, “I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, never let you forget it. Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted.” 

This caused you to wake up slightly, even though you had just fallen asleep. Your heart was melting yet beating rapidly over him. 

“Hey,” you mumbled softly while blinking your eyes open. 

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” he said while turning the radio down, then putting his hands on the wheel and sitting silently. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you said, softly patting your hand on his leg. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, glancing over at you. 

“Yes, it’s cute hearing you sing,” you said, smiling at him with a sleepy smile. 

“I mean every word, babe,” he said, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“I believe you,” you said, adjusting your pillow and closing your eyes again.

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[astermath]

fucking finally

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

summary: the tension between you and chad finally comes to a conclusion after he takes you home from a party.

word count: 2K

warnings: cursing, porn w a bit of plot??, chad being a king and a charming mf, protected sex, oral (f receiving), MINORS DNI!!!

notes: first time writing for chad, I just found out his actor likes tattoos and anime?? what a dream man ahdshfd. anyways this was supposed to be abt something else but I got carried away, so I'll keep the other idea for another time lol. not proofread!!! lmk if you'd like to be on the tag list for further chad meeks-martin related content!

You and Chad had this strange "will they, won't they" tension going on ever since you met. You were kind of part of the friend group, sometimes tagging along to parties and hangouts, but not often enough for him to justify hanging out with you without it being a date.

And though Chad was well aware of his charm and charisma, and knew he could just ask you out, he enjoyed this thing you had going on. Though he wished it would lead to something, anything eventually.

And you felt the same. You weren't shy, you loved joking around with him, and you could tell there was something between you two. The tension had gotten to a point where his friends were practically starting to bet money on if you guys were going to hook up after each party or not.

And that night at the party was no different. The two of you jokingly (or not so jokingly) flirting back and forth, making Mindy practically lose it over your comments.

"Holy shit, can you two just like bang and get it over with already?" She sat on the couch next to Anika, an arm over her girlfriend's shoulder.

"I don't know," Chad said, his arm around you in the exact same way, "Can we?"

You rolled your eyes, legs flung over his as you sat on the couch across the other couple. "You fuckin' wish, big guy." You hid your smirk behind the plastic red cup you were sipping out of.

"Yeah," He looked at you and winked, before downing his drink, "kinda do."

The rest of the night was pretty eventful. You didn't drink that much, but you'd danced a lot, and even ran away from Chad who swore he was going to toss you into the frat house's pool.

Needless to say, you were spent. So Chad offered you a piggy back ride back to your dorm, and you happily obliged. Your cheek was squished against the back of his shoulder, eyes half closed as you gently rocked up and down along with the trudge of his steps.

"You fallin' asleep back there?" He turned his head slightly and you looked up.

"No, no... Wide awake, actually." You smiled sleepily.

"Great," He patted your thigh, "cause we've got some stairs to do."

You groaned loudly, knowing damn well he could easily do those stairs with you on his back. But you decided not to argue, hopping off his back. You wobbled for a moment, and he was ready to catch you, but you held your hand up in protest.

He walked behind you the entire way up the stairs. In case you fell, of course, not because he had a great view of your ass from that angle. Totally not. Although he had to admit the red lacy panties you wore under that skirt made an appearance in his line of sight every now and then.

You opened the door to your room and plopped face down onto your bed, groaning into the pillow. "Ugh... 'M so sore..."

He waited in the doorway for a second, grinning at how dramatic you were. "At least take your shoes off, that's just bad etiquette." He sat down on your bed and took off your shoes for you, setting them down gently.

"Yeah, well..." You turned around on the bed, an arm laid over your stomach as you looked at him. "I think threatening to throw your crush into the pool is bad etiquette too."

He smirked, scooting a little closer. "My crush huh? I didn't know we were confessing things to each other."

"Hey, I haven't confessed shit," implying you had yet to confess something to him, "but I don't see you denying anything."

He leaned in, holding himself up by his arm next to your body. You could smell him, just like when you were on his back before, and you were lying if you said it didn't turn you on at least a bit.

"I feel like it's kinda beyond denying now..." His hand gently settled onto the curve of your jaw, tilting your head slightly more towards him. You looked gorgeous underneath him like this, eyes full of curiosity and anticipation, body so receptive to every touch.

"Yeah," you smiled, "it is." You looped your arms around him, pulling him in for a sweet and passionate kiss. There was no one around you'd have to hide your desire from, no one to have to pretend for, you could just let go in front of him.

He melted into the softness of your lips, tongue slipping through to gently run across your bottom lip. Fuck he was good, of course he was, his reputation preceded him. "Well don't you just taste the sweetest..." He spoke softly, lips brushing over yours.

"Might still be from the alcohol..." You both chuckled, staying close. He took off his jacket, tossing it to the side, before going back in to your neck this time.

The taste of your perfume mixed with your natural body drove him nearly insane, pressing feverish kisses to your jaw and neck. His thigh rested in between your legs, and you were very aware of its position as you subtly your hips, grinding onto his leg.

"So impatient..." He mumbled against your neck, a hand sneaking under your top and playing with the lacy hem of your bra.

You scoffed, pushing him back a little so you could pull your top over your head, almost noticing his pupils dilate at the sight of your exposed skin. You reached your hands behind your back, ready to unhook your bra, doing so bit by bit, then slowly pulling each strap over your shoulder with a teasing smile.

He reached out to move your bra, throwing it to the side to join his jacket on the floor. He palmed at your chest, eliciting a soft moan from you against his lips, the kiss growing more heated by the second. He felt your smile and pulled back slightly. "Who's impatient now, huh?"

He grinned, leaning back to pull off his own shirt. "Shut up." He shuffled a little further down the bed and pressed kisses to the exposed skin of your thighs. Bless you and your love for skimpy skirts...

You bit your lip, a soft giggle escaping you when he dragged his tongue over your inner thigh. "Why don't you make me, huh?" You knew it was a stereotypical comeback, but you couldn't help yourself, your mind wasn't functioning properly at that moment.

"Nah," he said, hooking his fingers around the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling it down, along with your panties. "you sound way too pretty to keep your mouth shut." He pressed a soft kiss right above your pussy, and a shiver of anticipation went over your entire body.

You arched your back when he ran his tongue over your slicked, silky folds, hands gripping your thighs and pulling them to rest over his shoulders. Your hands reached back to grip the pillow your upper half was resting on, whimpering his name softly. You could practically feel his grin against your cunt from the reactions you were giving him, but fuck, it felt so good, you could care less about how desperate you were being.

His tongue found your clit and your thighs clamped down onto him. The sweet taste of you earned an honest groan from him, sending vibrations to the sweet sensitive bud he was nipping at. He looked up at you, tongue slowly running up your entire slit and you swore you wore going to cum right then and there.

But he had other plans.

"As much as I'd like to make you cum all over my face," he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, "I feel like we've been keeping ourselves waiting for long enough." He sat up, hands on his belt. "Unless you don't want to--"

"No," you interrupted, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I mean... Yes. Please." You chuckled, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek, feeling just how hot your face felt. "I feel like I'm going to explode if we keep this tension up any longer."

"Agreed." He said, and unbuckled his belt, working on taking off his pants while you reached for a condom from your nightstand. You reached it out to him, and upon taking it, he gently took your hand and kissed the back of it. You giggled, catching your bottom lip under your teeth as you watched him roll the condom on.

"Turn around for me," He said, giving your thigh an encouraging tap. You obliged, getting on your hands and knees, dipping your upper body down into the mattress so your eyes was sticking up for him. "Christ..." He ran a hand over your right cheek, before coming down with a smack hard enough to leave a red imprint.

"F-Fuck!" You gripped the sheets beneath you, and he chuckled behind you.

"I know you like that." He lined himself up, rubbing his tip over your cunt to lube himself up. "You told me once... 'as a joke'."

All those "jokes" and teasing finally accumulated to end up here, beneath Chad, ass up and face down.

He groaned your name as he entered you, almost painfully slowly so, bodies having to adjust to each other for a moment as he stilled. "Shit, baby..." He gripped your hips, squeezing when you clenched around him. "So fuckin' tight for me... Just the way I imagined..."

"So... Full..." You moaned out, the sheer stretch he gave your cunt sending waves of tingling pleasure through you.

He grinned. "Not even fully inside yet sweetie."

You turned your head, giving him a daring smile before pushing your hips back until your ass was fully backed up into him, taking all of his length inside of you. The two of you took another moment to adjust, before he slowly started moving his hips back and forth.

His thrusts were slow at first, rhythmical, but that didn't last long, as you kept asking, almost begging him, to go faster.

"C-Chad, please... More, faster, fuck..." Your thighs trembled when he leaned over, his cock angled to rub against the spot that made your vision go blurry. He started grinding against you, quick, shallow thrusts as he put one hand on your shoulder, the other remaining on your hip.

The sounds of skin slapping skin, the bed squeaking and the delicious groans and whimpers from the both of you filled the room. The distinguishable scent of sex accompanied it, the atmosphere growing hotter by the second.

He removed the hand on your shoulder, looping it around your waist and reaching down to play with your clit, middle finger rubbing circles over the needy bud.

"Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna--"

He cut you off by kissing you, tongue slipping past your lips and stifling your obscene moans. He pulls back, a pussy drunk smile adorning his pretty face. "Gonna cum? Yeah, me too sweetie, me too... Fuck, this pussy is too damn good..." He started kissing at your shoulder. "Shit, I'm close baby, so close--"

"Me too, me too, oh my god don't stop, don't stop!" Your hands roughly gripped the sheets below you, crying out his name as you clenched down onto him, juices dripping down your thighs as your orgasm crashed through your body like a tidal wave.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on him sent him over the edge, thrusting into you one last time before filling the condom with his hot cum, grunting your name into the skin of your shoulder.

He collapsed onto you for a moment, cock settled nicely inside you. He wished he could stay like that forever, just snug inside you like that.

He moved his strong arms around your waist and turned the two of you on your sides, now spooning.

"Kinda... Don't wanna pull out..." He said, still panting a little.

"Don't..." You whined sleepily. "Let's just... Stay like this for a bit."

"Yeah..." He pressed a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. "I'd like that."

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[crownedtargaryen]

Robb x Reader Oneshot

A/N: I will admit this is for my dearest friend @valeskafics but also for me, I gotta indulge in Robb too fr… also I’m listening to Whatta Man - Salt En’ Papa, En Vogue while writing this… also maybe captain save a hoe…

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED (SHARES, LIKES, COMMENTS)

NSFW 18+

CW: possessive Robb WOOF, semi public sex, he literally spits in ur mouth, breeding or something lol tehe 🤭

Pronouns: She/Her

spacer from @firefly-graphics

I never saw Robb Stark, my husband, as the jealous type. He was always focused on his wars and battles, his honor, and such. I found no interest in those desires, all I wished was he found a desire for me. We hadn't made love yet, and he had refused a bedding ceremony in want for it to come naturally. I know he loves me or at least loved me once. I felt alone, he worked hard on everything but when it came to us it felt halfway.

I stare blankly out the window of our carriage, sighing heavily. I feel Robb's eyes on me and I turn, a smile coming to him as he holds eye contact with me.

"Something ailing you, My Love?" He asks sweetly, making me frown slightly. I watch his brows furrow, scooting closer to me. "What's wrong?" I feel his hand stroke over my hair, scanning me for a solution to my problems.

"I feel lonesome," I murmur, feeling his figure stiffen. "I feel you don't love me, Robb." I look at him, my gaze softening with sadness. He's apologetic, I can feel it. He cups my face and sighs softly, admiring my features.

"I wish I'd known sooner," he says, swallowing hard and exhaling heavily. "I love you, more than anything in this world. You're the best gift the gods have given me, and I am forever grateful for it." He places his forehead on mine, leaning in to kiss me but is stopped by the carriage slowing to a still. I grumble in unison with my lover, and we both grin like idiots. Quickly, I shuffle to my feet.

"Race you!" I scramble out as I rush through the door and up the stairs of King's Landing. I hear him swear at me playfully and run after me.

I turn to look at him, not paying attention as I run into someone, stumbling backward, an arm grabbing around my waist. My gaze snaps to a handsome man, with brown scruffy hair and a button nose. His eyes are blown wide with shock, his rough dirtied tan skin absorbing the light around us. I feel my face grow hot as he chuckles.

"Woah there pretty lady, wouldn't want ya' fallin' down these steps," the stranger teases. I push him away and smile gratefully, slightly awkward.

"I appreciate the help, I could've-" I start, being interrupted by a stern hand on my shoulder. Before I can react, I'm tugged back and Robb is in front of me with a blade to the man's throat. They stare at each other, neither afraid of the other.

"Keep your hands off my wife," Robb growls under his breath, almost animalistic. I go to reassure him but he pushes closer to the man. "She's mine, you dare even look at her I'll splatter your blood all over these stairs." I can feel him snapping at him, the action scaring me.

"You've got a pretty thing with ya', but why you throwin' a fit over someone doin' somethin' you shoulda been helping her with," he snaps back my heart racing. I feel Robb's anger grow and flourish into pure rage and jealousy. I grab him as he goes to slit his throat, the blade missing by an inch. Robb turns around and glares at me, but sees my worried face and sighs.

"Let's go. Now." My husband grabs my hand, returns his sword to his holster, and storms up the stairs, glaring at anyone who looks at me.

After being passive-aggressively settled into a room by those in power, Robb grabs me and shoves me onto the bed, walking over and towering over my body.

“You keep your eyes on me,” he demands, glaring down at me. I stare at him, completely wide eye. He seems to start becoming breathless and feverish with a growing blush on his cheeks. "You're mine. All mine. If I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours to make sure you remember that, I will." I was shocked, but I loved it. Despite his harsh manner, he still looked to me for consent, and I nodded slowly. He took the gesture quickly, grabbing my dress and tearing it off of me without shame. I hear the fabric rip as my body is aggressively revealed to my husband.

I hear his breath hitch as he stares at my chest, mesmerized. He reaches a semi-shaky hand to my breasts and squeezes one. He stares at me as if I'm his prey, eyes wild with lust. Slowly, he uncovers my lower region and sighs longingly when my cunt is revealed to him. I thought he might just lose himself there, so much love mixed with lust corrupting his gaze. Before I can react, he's on his knees in front of me, mouth on my cunt as he moans against my folds, tongue trailing my clit as if he's done this countless times. I whimper, thighs clenching his face, my hypersensitive body being overwhelmed by the sensation.

I hear his clothing shuffle and then clatter onto the floor, swiftly grabbing at my thighs and groaning in pleasure. He looks up at me, his desiring gaze driving me closer to my edge. With a pop, he moves off my now swollen clit, pushing one finger after the next inside and moving up to my face. I look up at him pitifully, my mouth open and whimpers escaping me as my thighs twitch with needy shuffles.

Robb smiles, grabbing my jaw with his free hand, and spitting in my mouth. "Swallow it," he demands, and I do as he says weakly, trembling beneath him. "Such a good girl for me... You want my cubs inside that body of yours so bad, don't you." His hand moves from my jaw and down to my stomach. I feel his pointer and index trail the middle of my stomach as I squirm under him. "I want to hear you beg for it, (Y/N). Beg."

Part of me feels weirdly humiliated, but I do it nonetheless. I've wanted his cock for ages, I'm not giving this up now. "Please, Please Robb," I start, panting weakly beneath him and he hastens the pace of his fingers, making my back arch. "I need you, fuck me, Robb. Please, I'll do anything." He seems satisfied by my statement, flipping me over onto a doggy-style position.

I expect him to rush to fuck me, but instead, he grabs me with haste and smacks my thigh with a newfound roughness. I quiver, yelping as he lets out a satisfied growl. "Letting all those men look at you. You love the attention, don't you, Princess," he smacks my ass once more, tingling pain in my skin. I grip the sheets, shaking slightly. "I'm going to let the whole kingdom know what's mine." Quickly he grabs me, turning me to face him as he commands me to wrap my legs around him. I do so, watching as he takes me to an open balcony in our bedroom, something he had specifically requested for our chambers. Now I knew why. We looked over the city of people, some spotting us on the balcony in such a ludicrous act, but it'd take a lot of focus to realize what was happening and who it was. He leans me against the railing after ensuring it's sturdy, pushing inside me without warning. He stills, waiting for me to grow comfortable, then pushing in and out of my cunt, slow at first.

Robb buries his head into my shoulder, biting the nape of my neck and growling under his breath, quickening his pace. I moan, shamelessly. Surely the people who saw us knew now, the loud noises that escape me echo through the air as I tug his hair. He loves it. I pull his head to my lips, kissing him passionately as he squeezes my thighs, slipping his hand down and abusing my clit.

"Robb... We might get in trouble," I pant out, moaning pitifully against his lips. I feel him grin like an idiot, replying after a giddy few seconds.

"Good," he whispers, pulling my hair back and making me moan toward the gods. May they forgive me for this action, but it feels so good. "Let them know who's my breeding slut, my sweet Princess. No one can touch you, no one can make you feel this good." He moves his kisses and bites down my chest, speaking into my skin with a deepened tone.

His thrusts become sloppy, and his words send me over the edge. I scream his name, definitely catching the eyes of the citizens below as I shake and hold onto his hair. The tug mixed with the noises is enough for him and he groans my name for all the gods to hear, stilling inside of me and making a mess of my cunt.

He holds my head close, stroking my hair with soft groans and pants. He whispers a phrase that makes me melt. "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses the side of my head, pulling out slowly and carrying me to the door where the guards stand, peeking out.

"Fetch a servant to run a bath," He demands, closing the door and dressing me in his tunic, dressing in loose clothes. I look at him lovingly, a glowing grin on his face. He looks at me, his eyes full of love. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He whispers, kissing my forehead. I shake my head no, his muscles relaxing as he scoops me up and takes me to the bath. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Robb sat comfortably in the warm water as I cuddle up to his chest on his lap, running my fingertips over his muscles gently. He's washing me off, a rag running over my skin with such care.

"Robb?" I whine, looking up at him. He looks at me and wraps his arms around my figure, tilting his head like a curious dog. "Are you sure you love me?" I felt fearful asking, but I knew he'd be honest toward me. He does not hesitate for a moment, immediately answering.

"I love you more than anyone or anything in this life, as I had said before. I'll say it a million times again until you believe me. You're my blessed wife, I will never let any harm come to you or our marriage. I swear it, by the old gods and the new." He looks serious, his expression unwavering. I pause, surprised by his effortless affection, he didn't even have to think about it. I hug him tight, resting my head over his heart. It's a slow and relaxed rhythm, his hand rubbing over my bare back. "I'd lay my body upon my blade before I let you hurt. Do you hear me? No one will dare touch you, not while I'm standing." He lifts my head, staring into my eyes. I stare back, my heart racing with love.

"I hear you. I'll never let anyone hurt you either. I cannot do much, but I wish to try. With everything I have," I move up, kissing him lovingly. He returns with haste, gripping my sides and groaning softly. Slowly, he pulls back, much earlier than I'd like.

"You'd better quit being so perfect or I'll be fucking you again," he teases, making me flush and gently hit him on the side. His laugh warms my soul. "Hey! What happened to wishing me no harm?"

"Think of it as a repayment for my ass," I whisper, Robb grinning ear to ear. "Now let's finish up, I wish to rest."

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Thank u so much for the lore answer, I love the cotton candy sweetness of fluff but ima lil drunk right now, so i wanted to share a f-ed up question if that's okay, (you'r free to not answer if not,) but since Bo is so determined to like not fuck upnot be sent back n stuff what kind of stuff would he avoid doing around MC 4hat he used to do around his previous masters?

and like, if its related or not, i had this headcanon that im glad u gave some bo backstory for bc where it was like, wat would happen if he accidentally caused a accident with all his adorbs puppy energy, like he's playing tag with Jack or somethin and with Bos megahuge beach boy buff arms just knocks MC down the flight of their fancy imported italian marble stairs edged with silver (they say this as they're fallin down btw 'ah! Im falling down my fancy imported italian marblestairshks Im stupid)

but anyway yea they break something or get like super injured or something and ofc the ambulance has to be called and they're taken ro the hospital to stay for awhile, which sucks bc like ofc society looks down on hybrids so everyone is side eyeing this adorable zoo mansion bc they're lame and 1 brain celled and like "thats wat happens when u have a house full of wild animals they should be put down if u ask me" and MCs attitude is like a grim but professional "if i had both my arms Id beat ur ass bitch, wats ur @? Soon as this morphine drip is done its over for u hoes" but like they probably have a cast or somethin . Anyway MC's worried about the boys, and me the OP is worried about Bo bc like Trauma city would hit his brain harrd, and i dont even know if the other guys would be so forgiving and stuff bc i mean they Should they're a family, but that was two(2) flights of imported italian marble dude, fuck, why play football tag,, in the house?? And idk i just felt bad bc jack n Bo esp probably would feel double bad even tho MC loves him so much he's just a hyper guy, he cant help his zoomzooms, i dont/cant fathom wat he and the boys would do in this situation probably pack his one thing (an old mc shoe) ina rucksack n try to run away miserably or maybe 24/7 at the hospitsl despite all the nasty looks and comments bc they're hybrids or magbe even hiding away bc he absolutely believes that mc will send him away once they lock eyes again, but regardless of either of those things, if MC has to roll up to the house in that (yknow that spongebob character guy who was born with glass bones and paper skin ass Giant ass full body cast on rollers??) To go find that boy and over the grand table firmly tell them not to harbor any horrible thoughts about themselves or each other, bc it was an accident and about lovin them unconditionally and being a family, i might cry or somethinf, the table is also imported italian maple btw MC-s parents had a thing i think they fucked an italian architect guy, or somethin anyway i luv u, im gonna eat a burrito so let me know if u want any thing from the kitchen luv u

Lemme know if tuis text is broken up enough bc i skimmed over it and i was like this is like the stat wars openin or some shit i put gaps in

🖤

First of all, sweety, for me, take a sip or two of water, ok? And make sure you sleep on your side if you're still drunk by then, forehead kisses all around

Anyways, Bo would just mask everything that brings him joy by the time you adopt him. No bouncing, no stimming in general, no talking unless asked, no indulging in his hyperfixations or special interests, he even tries to limit his tail wagging. He's come to correlate his own joy with bad behavior so he's just straight up not him when you first meet him

Holy shit, this is good, but fuck man. Bo wouldn't know what to do with himself. Once the ambulance takes you away he thinks you died. He's in full shutdown, no talking, no eating, no moving off your bed and your scent

Jack would also be distraught, both because he was playing with Bo and because he cleans those stairs so often they're just a little more slippery from how clean they are. He stays with Bo most days, Rory coming in with meals to make sure they don't starve in there. Jack eats a little. Bo doesn't

Rory feels bad for Jack and Bo, he knows they didn't mean it and trusts Jack's recount of events. Nick keeps himself busy by visiting you in the hospital, Shaun wants to go too but since cat's are a popular allergen he's not allowed in unless he needs care. Ian goes as often as he can so he doesn't have enough time to plot Bo's death. Jean and Berry are pissed and openly talk about kicking Bo out. They know better than to talk about Jack like that with Rory around. Joseph is stuck as peace maker until you get back, making sure that no fights break out and they Jean doesn't poisons Bo's food with onions, not that he'd eat it anyhow

When you finally get home and tell everyone that you forgive Bo seeing as it was an accident Bo finally lets everything hit him and cries. He's on his best behavior the months following, you'll have to reteach him to drop his "good boy" mask and be himself

[astrxlfinale]

Again. A spin of the dial, the ticking of a clock, the lucidity washes over him as his soul finds itself once again freely swimming in this expanse of the unknown.

Caelus figured he was beginning to lose touch with the idea of having an anchor.

Penacony's glitz and glamor didn't find his eyes once again. No, for when rest was found, that meant an entirely new door would be forged from the lost echoes. It was along these outskirts of this dimension that he'd find himself once again, faded, dulled colors situating the tiled flooring sprawling with carpets. His gaze remains relentless as once awareness was grasped, a selfish, determined hand would ensure a certain ocean was avoided.

To fall through it, to break its surface, never remain in between. The instincts deep within his gut warned him that those were hunting grounds within this dreamscape.

"Here we go a-fuckin'-gain." His voice clipped that distaste as a morbid sense of wonder strikes him. This couldn't be the Golden Hour, no, in fact it doesn't feel like anything related to the 12 hours this land holds. It was a world that held worlds within it, drawn and stitched together by bringing dreams as close as they possibly could be to reality. Maybe this is why the electric, piercing feeling the Stellaron's presence felt horribly familiar.

Before the Trailblazer's eyes would be an entirely new maze. Paintings revealing memories of locations, a multitude of faces, those that either proudly showcased their imagery, to those who found themselves stuck in horrorstruck expressions. The rawness of the matter made his stomach twist as there was a latent understanding. The packaging before his eyes isn't what truly mattered.

In fact? The goal was the energy, the undivided truth that brought shape using dreams as their canvas. "..This place is fallin' apart. Makin' new shit, kicking or melding the old together.. Who the hell is workin' here? Cause it's sure as hell getting piss poor!"

!!!

While he's not fully aware of what made the current realm shudder in distaste, the way the scenery before him clicked with static, shivering clearly warranted his attention. Just as he was about to step upon a flight of stairs, the bizarre note of watching how a crawling form of chaos began to stretch it's elongated, spiritual hand as a sculptor, pervading and distorting the very area shot alarms within his mind. Ceilings and floors switched places, a heavy rush of water could even be heard.. Was the damn ground beginning to crumble!?

Somehow it's this very danger that generates that bitter familiarity within, almost making him want to thank the opportunity for focus. (To keep those newly made demons from wrapping that monochrome hell around his spirit.) Just as his footing nearly gave away, an abrupt spring of jumps would immediately get him towards the high end.

Flipping to a safe landing once he reached the stairwell's top, he'd immediately break off into a sprint upon landing, charging down the hallway that lost all sense of physics. "Pretty.. Damn sure I didn't enter Clockie's damn funhouse on a whim! Some bad customer reviews winds up getting this place all bitchy!?" Just as the gripe finished being steamed through his lips, those innate senses picked up a threat, abruptly making Caelus power slide upon his knees, avoiding the violet claws that shimmered with haunting iridescence. In tune with that moment as those eyes peeked in, the shattering fractures within the hall began to reveal a skyline entirely composed of TV static.

Looks like the channels didn't want to tune into this dream any longer. After pushing upon the floor to flip back to his feet, a stir of destruction power surges as the bat is whipped into the Nameless's hand. Just as the Memetic entity slithered into the framework, it's maw dripped a corrosive, dark power from very eager lips..

It kept a firm eye upon the Stellaron's house.

"What, pissed that a family member of yours bit the dust?" This particular provocation was entirely hypocritical. Surging from his being was a sense of killing intent that proud bared it's fangs. Flicking images of a familiar face, a hopeful smile..

The moment it shattered in his mind's eye, a sudden charge was made.

"Cause I'll reunite you bastards in a heartbeat!"

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

I WANT ELLI0T PG 2 PURSU3 MOI BOTTOM HALF CUZ MOI DAD DIED

SUUUPPPPPppPPpppPPPP H0MEZZ n THEYZ N ITZ N HE HIMZ.. dissh week has been SPRING BREAK n it GOTzz meh missin vanessa hudgenzz N moi 12 YR OLD SPIRAL / ADDICTION when Her sMHExyy nudes got l33ked . but als0 that era cuz obvvv. i DO NOT mean 2 sound lik a pervert butt my best fwend defzz has been dressin ALOT lik minni3 m0use but the sexy version w n0 gloves n no bra no panties n Holes EXposed. ... . . .

i luv having SHARED SOCIAL ANXIETY b4 a bday partyyyY so we all sit on thA Stoop A Block away from the actual club venuee the bdAY partyzz at n do K n contemplate the nxt step /nxtt club hOp n blah blah blah wee wanna avoid takin a car w some randozz at tha other 1 cuz meh. SHARED SOCIAL ANXIETY... WE R ALL CONNECTED IN THE URETHA OF A UNIVERSAL VAGINA MONOLOGUE ... speaking of Daatttt i LUV POETRY READINGZZ at my grASSy KNOLL w sexy weed tht i KANT smoke cuz thts GONNA GIBB MEH AN ANXIETY ATTACK but dere is DEFZZ sum sexy moss from KATE MOSS QUEEN.. n being fahsionablyy l8 to it cuz u were lowkeY maybE highkey having sex for the 5th time in a row in just a day . I LOVE RICE WITH PIGEON PEAZ. N SPAM. ;D

iyam running out of KEWPIE MAYONAOUSE n i am ALSO running out of moi h0use in the name of FAMILY N FRIENDSHIP N COMMUNITYYyyy JUST 2 Make Sure I show support down tha bl0ck to moi fwenddd speakin at purgatory n when i runningg up tha stairs they hear moi runningg up tha stairss in moi platformzz n tell every1 on stage they hear meh by my loud big shoes cuz moi shoes r as big as the size of moi COCK 8=D . n i unintentionally meet someone moi partner asked out on a date twice n got NO both of those timez.. ;]

my TOes n neck n back crack every hour N I dink it meanzz im lik anemic and also hot n sexy cuzz i DOLLZKILLL COMMENTED ON MOI IG PIC OF MEH GOIN VROOM VROOM IN A SHMEXY RED N BLACK [MOI COLORZZ] UBER OMWW 2 A LEASING OFFICE MGMTT COMPANY IN BK WHEERE A HATIAN WOMAN SLUT SHAMED MEH 4 WEARIN LEGGINGS AS A SHIRT N MY NIPPLE PIERCING NIPPLES WERE EXPOSEDDD. but DOLLZKILL WERE LYKEE ASKIN FOR MEH TO PICK THEM UP . LIKE OMFGGGGG.. . .. ask meh 2 ModEL for u IN CALI OR SOMETHING SO I KAN FINALLY B FAMOUS N LIVE OUT MOI 10TH HOUSE FAME N POWER N INFLUENCEEEEEEEE.

i luv GOIN ALL DA WAY TO STATEN ISLAND 2 C INDONESIAN BAND PLAY DRUMZ WITH SWISS CHEEZE SYMBALSS. ;] dating a pisces is cray cuz they cRY rite when they wake up n rite after sexx n rite when u mak them coffee in da morningzz cuz they r BBYZZZZZZZ ;D

gODDDD I RLY WANNA TRAVEL ALREADYY N MAKE UP MOI MIND AB MOI CAREERR CUZZ honestly GETTIN BANNED OFF LEX TWO DAYZZ AGO WUZ KINDA THA PEAK OF MOI EXISTENCE . I Hav nVr gotten bANNED b4 but i mean tha last 2-3 reports i had on mOI account were COMPLetely normal in moi opinion i dink it defzz just wuz lik a miscommunication ab mEH wanting to throw handzz n fight this stupid bitch from henrietta hudson , explaining dat i YAM da plug with a sweet potato yam emoji , n als0 wanting 2 start a support group kalled TboyHorsedicktrauma support group 101 . iDK why ppl think im such a threat. i just look mean but im uwu BABY AF...

i luvv plannin 2 fuck at a public playground n then moi planzz fallin thru cus there 2 many KIDDOZZ out so i buy 8 dollarr cup of coffee then uber 2 moi best fwendzz rooftop to just hav seggs there in a slutty sailor outfit . ;] i THINK moi heart is also growing more n more for kuromi as i accumulate more n more thingzz of her now esp cuz i hav a baby wipe make up wipe case of HEr, more socks , a sweater hand made of her face via eyelits n safety pinzz n spikes n studzz n i actually realized i DO likee working in an office w 3 earth signs n a dog n 1 of those earth signs is also a life coach who also speaks ab body positivity [ always makes comments ab my 'petite frame and long legs'] but fat shames herself n shelly duvall n also spendzz alot of time investigating if ariana grande is actually anoreixicc. MUYYY INTERESANTEEEE N TRIGGERING LOL ;D

ITS ALMOST MERCURYRETROGRADE N I HOPE MY EX'S CUM BACK 2 MEH . WELL NOT AL LLL. just one that blocked meh in january thtt wusnt rly moi ex just a situationship that actually damaged my mental health a lot N HAD meh Convinecdd I HAD a p3RSONAality disorder but nO im just chariasmatic n LIke to feed into my partners keyboard typing fast kink.

I WISH I CULD FALL INTO A PUDDLE N NVR HAV TO GET UPP CUZ IM SO TIRED N SLEEPYY N BORED CUZ IM COMIN OFF OF A MDMA MOLLYYYYYYYY I SHULDNT HAV TAKEN I SHULD HAV KEPT CUZ IM SELLIN DEM N U DONT GET HI OFF UR OWN SUPPLY DATZ WHUT IT SAYS IN CRACK AMENDMENTZZ 101 ;[ i h8 being financially abused n then crying ab it while eating chiggen skewerzz n pad thai at klom klorm. i luv being a brat n also singing rly rly rly rly rly rly rly loud in my bedroom floor while making the bushwick version of goodnite moon w patchwork quilt fleece tht keeps faling aaprt actually cuz i didnt hav anymore glue sticks for the hot glu gun then it just rly all fell apart n it looked ugly n defz wuz not tha type of gift i wanted 2 giv out n also hav it b seen as something i believ kan be representative at all of moi as an artist or somethang. ;[

i stg if moi crushess dont get back 2 meh in a more timely mannner n actually wanna go on datez then ima hit up the trak teeam that came over the other week 2 Tylerz n ask them to take off their shirts for meh while they sweat in their david bowie clown make up n then talk ab giving each other orgiezz n accusing meh of being a lesbian which is not an accusation at AALLLLZZZZ.

im NOT CUNT AS MUCH AS I WANT 2 B CUZ IM INSECURE N SAD N KIND OF LIK THE EQUIVALENT TO A JELO GELATIN . BUT i luv u all n i need hugs cuz this mdma made meh throw up after seeing a musician at SOBS play the flute . im sad af but at least i took slutty pix in applebeezz N made a bonfire after asking strangerzz 4 they fire starter with puppydogeyezz n a pudding cup.!!:3

luv u

rennyxcx [ like charli but renny bc im obsessed n my hyperfixation on unlock it by charlixcx has been an autistic obsession the last 4 months also with soundcloud . DUH ]

[archer-accipitridae]

kyoka p2: (I couldn't resist!)

It's alright, just wait and see / Your string of lights is still bright to me / Oh, who you are is not where you've been / You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd / 32 and still growin' up now / Who you are is not what you did / You're still an innocent

ango:

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do / And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night / We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light / Down the stairs, I was there / I remember it all too well, yeah

the trio in general: (oof)

It seems like one of those nights / We ditched the whole scene / And end up dreaming, instead of sleeping

Yeah, we're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way / It's miserable and magical, oh yeah / Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks / It's time, oh-oh

ranpoe:

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin' / Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

I say, "Can you believe it?" / As we're lyin' on the couch / The moment, I can see it / Yes, yes, I can see it now

q:

What did you think I'd say to that? / Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? / They strike to kill and you know I will You know I will / What do you sing on your drive home? / Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn? / Does she smile? / Or does she mouth, "Fuck you forever"?

Every time you call me crazy / I get more crazy / What about that / And when you say I seem angry / I get more angry

bsd characters as taylor swift lyrics pt.1

lemme know if they were accurate 😚

atushi:

i've been the archer / i've been the prey... / who could ever leave me darling? / but who could stay-?

akutagawa:

and now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts/ memories feel like weapons / and now that i know, i wish you left me wondering

i can't let this go/ i fight with you in my sleep the wound won't close/ stained glass windows in my mind/ i regret you all the time...

chuuya:

and I can go anywhere I want / anywhere I want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones

dazai:

i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving/ cause you got tired of my scheming/ it's me, hi, i'm the problems it's me

kunikida:

you're not my homeland anymore / so what am I defending now? / you were my town / now I'm in exile, seein' you out / i think I've seen this film before

kyoka:

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes / i gave my blood sweat and tears for this

i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and i saw something they can't take away / cause there were pages turned when the bridges burned

kenji:

cause he was sunshine i was midnight rain / he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain / he wanted a bride i was making my own name, chasing that fame / he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight rain

^^^the manga readers know what i'm on about lol

yosano:

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone.../ don't you think ninenteen's (eleven) too young to be played by your dark twisted games / when i loved you so?

ranpo:

power went to my head and I couldn't stop / ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off / and here I sit alone behind walls of regret / falling down like promises that I never kept

and I feel like my castle's crumbling down / and I watch all my bridges burn to the ground / and you don't want to know me, I will just let you down / you don't wanna know me now

tanazaki:

they told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

koyo:

ladies always rise above / ladies know what people want / someone sweet and kind and fun / the lady simply had enough..../ while he was doing lines, and crossing all of mine / someone told his white collar crimes...to the FBI

higuchi:

and they called off the circus, burned the disco down / when they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns / I'm still on that tightrope / I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

gin:

now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon / with your boots beneath my bed / forever is the sweetest con.

tachihara:

i never trust a narcissist / but they love me / so I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy / 'cause for every lie I tell them / they tell me three

^^ again, iykyk

fukuzawa:

cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped-up jeans got to rule the world / long live all the walls we crashed through / i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you / and bring on all the pretenders / one day, we will be remembered.

should i do a part 2???

[tammyisobsessedwith]

Songs for my MCs

Thanks for the tag @i-boop-you @noahsthottie @crimswnred @banirareiko 😘

Tagging @mrsbsmooth @willkimura

This is a little weird for me, because almost everything I wrote is already a song fic or it involves an unnamed, nondescript MC lol But I wanted to do this anyway

Season 2 MC* (A Real Relationship)

*I never physically describe her as it’s second person narrative (which I so regret nowadays as it’s so freaking hard to write) but in my head her name is Emma

🎶 Lost And Found, by Katie Herzig

I know you left me standing there Out of the calm of the coldest air I don’t believe the words you said But I can’t find the words I want (…) Somebody found me here Somebody held my breath Somebody saved me from the world you left If you’re gonna cry my tears If you’re gonna hold my breath If you’re gonna save me from the sun you set Oh I am lost and found

🎶 IDGAF, by Dua Lipa

You say you’re sorry but it’s too late now So save it, get gone, shut up ‘Cause if you think I care about you now Well boy I don’t give a fuck

She’s a duality, as she’s set on leaving Rahim and all that mess behind, so she tries to give off IDGAF energy but deep down she was really hurt and is very grateful for having someone backing her in her most vulnerable moment.

Tammy (Meet Me in the Afterglow)

This is already a songfic for Taylor Swift’s Afterglow, but those lyrics are more from Will to Tammy, so I thought of this from her pov.

🎶 The Middle, by Zedd, Maren Morris & Grey

Take a seat Right over there, sat on the stairs Stay or leave The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware Of just how we got into this mess, got so aggressive I know we meant all good intentions So pull me closer Why don’t you pull me close? Why don’t you come on over? I just can’t let you go Oh baby, why don’t you just meet me in the middle? I’m losing my mind just a little So why don’t you just meet me in the middle?

🎶 1000 Times, by Sara Bareilles

I wouldn’t wanna tell you, no tell you no Nothing could be worse than the risk of Losing what I don’t have now And we could buy the minute though is it so bad If I wanna cry out That I would die to make you mine? Bleed me dry almost every time But I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, no I would come back a thousand times Make me wait forever Push me away and tell me never But I don’t mind, no I don’t mind I would come back a thousand times

As someone who falls in love with Will, Tammy (that’s me) is a little bit of a masochist and a messy drama queen masquerading as someone who has her shit together and this pair has massive communication issues that hopefully they’re working through after the big Dylan fight lol

Season 2 MC** (Secret Moments in a Crowded Room)

**Other unnamed, nondescript MC, in my head her name is Isabella - she’s about to feature in another story I’m working on 👀

Also already written as a songfic for Taylor Swift’s Dress, but this is another side to the same story.

🎶 The Heart Wants What It Wants, by Selena Gomez

You got me scattered in pieces Shining like stars and screaming Lighting me up like Venus But then you disappear and make me wait And every second’s like torture Heroin drip, no more so Finding a way to let go Baby, baby no, I can’t escape The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I’m not alive until you call And I’ll bet all odds against it all Save your advice ‘cause I won’t hear You might be right but I don’t care There’s a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants

🎶 One Kiss, by Calvin Harris with Dua Lipa

Something in you Lit up heaven in me The feeling won’t let me sleep ‘Cause I’m lost in the way you move, the way you feel One kiss is all it takes Fallin’ in love with me Possibilities I look like all you need

This girl got herself into a mess with Noah without her meaning to, but now she’s gonna go for it ‘cause what else has she got to lose? Even if he’d chosen Hope at the previous recoupling, through all those moments with him and with his expressing doubt right after, so she’s using the Hearts Racing challenge to check it out once and for all. She hasn’t been afraid to go after what she wants before and she’s not gonna start now - and it’s about to pay off.

Lily (Let It Grow)

I’ve barely started writing her story (I promise I have stuff in my drafts that I’m working on!), but I feel this is the stage she’s at.

🎶 thank u, next, by Ariana Grande

One taught me love One taught me patience One taught me pain Now I’m so amazing Say I’ve loved and I’ve lost But that’s not what I see So look what I got Look what you taught me And for that I say Thank you, next

🎶 Real Friends, by Camila Cabello and Swae Lee

No, I think I’ll stay in tonight Skip the conversations and the oh-I’m-fines No, I’m no stranger to surprise This paper town has let me down too many times Why do I even try? Give me a reason why I thought that I could trust you, never mind Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line? I guess I’m too naive to read the signs I’m just looking for some real friends

She’s not surprised by the turn of events and even though it hurts, she wants to move on, surrounding herself with the people who actually care for her - and one of them might surprise her in lots of ways pretty soon.

Season 2 MC* (Panic at the Mansion)

*Yet another unnamed MC, this is a different version of Emma (yes, my MCs who end up with Bobby are always Emma, no it’s not ‘cause of Em @i-boop-you just a coincidence I promise lol)

🎶 Say You Won’t Let Go, by James Arthur

I wanna live with you Even when we’re ghosts ‘Cause you were always there for me When I needed you most I’m gonna love you till my lungs give out I promise till death we part Like in our vows So I wrote this song for you Now everybody knows That it’s just you and me Until we’re grey and old Just say you won’t let go

🎶 Foolish, by Meghan Trainor

This ain’t no one night stand Want yo’ picture on my nightstand Be my lover, be my best friend Put that bling bling on my left hand Saying, “what kinda love you gon’ put on me? ‘Cause your last name sounds good on me” (…) They say that fools rush in But I oh I, I wanna be foolish with you

This MC is Bobby’s best match, they’ve been a power couple from day 1 in the Villa, they’re each other’s best friend and she doesn’t care if people thought they were moving too fast because she knows this is it, she’s done.

[isolemnlyswear]

ooo could i request a remus x fem! reader where both of them are very shy so it takes lily, james and sirius to push them together. and whenever they talk to each other they stutter a lot?

always have, always will.

a/n : guess what! i made this way too intense again. i can't help it; its so much easier for me to write a really fucking intense love rather than a crush IM SORRY !! the end is the only cute part the rest is shite

HAPPY (very belated bc i don't have any motivation) BIRTHDAY REMUS MY BEAUTIFUL BOY

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young!remus lupin x fem!reader

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"Oh." you sigh, blinking when you see Remus inside. Your huff isn't one of discontent; rather, as you enter the common room, you're simply nervous, timid to deal with the boy. As soon as you want to speak in front of him, to tell him that you really, really like him, you start blushing, turning into a stammering mess.

Alas, you swallow your fear, sitting down on the plush maroon chair opposite him and Sirius; Lily is on the floor, flipping through a potions book, and James is sprawled across your coordinating chair. Remus is lying against the side of the couch, knees up with arms wrapped around his legs. He's smiling, laughing at a joke Sirius told prior to your arrival.

Your heart is aching in your chest, and you try to will it to stop yearning for this boy, but there's a voice inside your head. One that tells you that he's all you could ever need.

Such thoughts reduce you to mush when Lily notices your arrival.

"There she is! How are 'ya?" the redhead greets you happily, and such a simple question is blocked out by your tunnel vision; you can only focus on one thing at the moment, and it's Remus.

You don't speak for a moment, zoning out, but when your eyes meet those of Remus, you quickly snap out of your trance, shaking your head.

"'M fine. J-just tired, I think 'm gonna go upstairs-" you manage to say, but you're cut off by an incredulous Sirius.

"S'five in the afternoon!" he says with a laugh, and you nod.

"And?" you quip, focus now returned when you tear your eyes away from Remus.

"Y'gotta stay down here, dinner's soon!" Lily replies, and you glare at her. She knows exactly why you want to leave at the moment, rather, she knows about how in love you are with one of your best friends. She raises her hands in mock surrender, and you sigh.

It's almost painful, the next hour. You're trying so hard to not make it alarmingly obvious concerning your... issue, but it's proving to be quite difficult.

And then, finally, it's dinner. You're able to get away with not talking, as you pretend to be eating anytime you're asked a question, and Remus is silent as well.

You eventually can sneak away to your dorm, wanting to sleep to rid yourself of the thoughts that give you no reprieve during the day.

But, of course, your dreams are of Remus.

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Unbeknownst to you, and Remus, the entire rest of the marauders (and about half your year) are painfully aware of your affection for the boy.

And his for you.

So they hatch a plan; it’s simple, but effective.

You're all lounging in the common room -a typical Saturday afternoon - when James poses an odd request.

“Hey, Y/N? D’you wanna go look at something for me?” he asks, fighting back the smile that threatens at his lips. You nod, eager to get away from the tension that you and Remus are swamped by.

“What is it?” you ask as he gets up, leading you up the stairs and to his dorm room. You're confused, eyebrows furrowing and hands wringing nervously.

“You'll see.” James grins at you as you enter the dorm room - which has four beds, three of which are littered with laundry and other teenage boy things, but one is impeccably neat, and you assume it to be Remus’s.

“James, what-” you begin, but he shushes you with a laugh.

“Lily’s cat won't get out of this closet, y’see, and I know you're good with animals and the like, so could you...get it? For Lily, f’course, ” he asks, pointing to a rather large closet in the corner of their dorm.

You raise your eyebrows, but nod, opening the doors and getting in, eyes searching for Lily’s feline friend.

But as soon as you drop to your knees, a soft thud reverberates through the closet. James had shut the doors, and the closet was big enough to where you weren't claustrophobic, thankfully. But there is no cat in sight. None.

Downstairs, however, James had strolled in nonchalantly, and Lily’s grinning.

“What did you do this time, Prongs?” Remus sighs, unaware that the others around him are all aware of their little plot.

“Maybe you should go upstairs and find out,” James says ominously, raising a dark eyebrow. Remus glares at him, sighing.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, still holding his gaze on the brunette. Lily giggles, and Remus shoots her an impatient glare. “What did you do to her?” The question is directed at no one in particular, but the irascible tone in the lycanthrope’s voice demands an answer.

“Once again, go upstairs and find out, mate.” James’s tone, however, is one of amusement.

Remus takes in a querulous breath, turning to stomp up the stairs.

Undivulged to him, James is sneakily creeping up the stairs behind the boy.

You're pounding at the mahogany of the closet door, and you've forgotten your wand downstairs, leaving you helpless in the space. You ponder why James would do such a thing, but you brush it off, figuring it was another prank, one of all too many.

“Y/N?” Remus questions hesitantly into the empty dorm, and your ears prick up at his voice.

“I'm in here!!” you shout, pounding at the closet door, and Remus rushes to open it for you.

But as soon as he's inside, helping you up, James, with a flick of his wand, shuts the door.

You're locked in.

With Remus.

And it's absurd, really, how quickly your heart is beating in your ribcage.

“Prongs I swear to Merlin-” Remus starts irritably, but stops himself with a tremulous inhale.

“Fuck,” you whisper, cowering to the back of the closet. Remus’s scent is surrounding you, the honey and chocolate and dark cologne enveloping you in a blanket of bliss. You’re thankful for the dim nature of the closet, for your cheeks are rouging with embarrassment.

Little known to you, Remus’s heart is pounding in his ears, and he’s even more entranced by your scent, what with his dog-like sense of smell. It's his favorite scent in the world, truly, one he could get lost in forever.

“Sorry,” the boy whispers, slumping down across the space from you, and you quirk a brow.

“W-what are you sorry for, Remus?” you ask quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I got us locked in here, didn't I?” You can hear the soft smile in his voice, a bittersweet one.

“But that isn't too bad, is it?” you say, courage surging through your bones as the darkness shields your nerves.

“Oh yeah?” he asks under his breath, laughing softly.

“What, am I that unbearable?” you tease, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.

“No,” Remus says remarkably quickly, and then he hesitates for a second. “Quite the opposite.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but his words ring in your ears like a mantra.

“That's quite cryptic,” you say, taking in a deep breath.

“Y’gonna make me spell it out for you?”

“If you mean what I think you do, fuck, either I'm being terribly idiotic right now or...” you trail off, noticing that Remus is closer to you, now.

“Or what?” he breathes, and you close your eyes slowly.

“Or...if you're, um, insinuating what I think you to be, and I get words out correctly enough to respond...” you leave the rest of the sentence unsaid, words trapped in your throat.

“What then?” Remus says ever-so-quietly, and you take in another breath, eyes still pressed closed.

“I'd be making the best decision of my life.”

You can hear the boy’s breath hitch in his throat. You open your eyes to see that he's next to you, now, and the soft light from under the door that illuminates you as the sun lowers is glimmering on his skin, bouncing off the scars in his skin and the gold flecks in his eyes.

“Perhaps... Perhaps it’d be right of you to make that assumption. That I'm saying what you think I am, that is.” He breathes slowly, and your eyes flick to him again.

“This conversation is the most cryptic thing I've ever heard,” you say quietly with a laugh, and Remus nods in agreement.

“We’re getting the point across, though, aren't we?” he jests, and you giggle. Your expression then turns serious, and you turn so that you're facing the boy.

“Could I... Could I take you up on that offer of spelling it out?” you say breathlessly, and Remus smiles gently.

“We could say it on three,” he suggests, and you laugh.

“Merlin, we're like toddlers. Fine, on your count, then,” you reply with a nod, heart a jackhammer in your chest.

“One... Two...” he pauses for a second, and you let out a breath.

He's fully facing you, as well, and you see a glint in his eyes that's so familiar yet so new.

“Fuck this,” he says before the last count, and your eyes widen. “I love you, Y/N. I'm- I'm in love with you.” he admits, shutting his eyes like he's ripping off a particularly menacing bandaid.

You don't respond for a moment, mouth open in shock. But as soon as you snap out of your trance, you notice the boy’s posture; he's nervous, recoiled as if he's worried you wouldn't say it back.

You place a delicate hand on the side of his face, thumbing over his cheek, and he relaxes at your touch, still not opening his eyes.

You softly press your lips to his, and he responds instantaneously, one hand reaching to pull you in by your waist, the other resting on your cheek.

There's a fire exploding inside you, and it’s glorious, golden sparks erupting after being kept inside for so long. Your lips are dancing in a delicate rhythm with his, like they were meant to. He tastes like chocolate and bliss, and his hand wraps in your hair, tongue swiping over your lips gently.

After what feels simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all, you break away for air, resting your forehead against his.

“Now it's my turn to infer from that,” he breathes after a moment, and you smile.

“Not quite as cryptic, you'll find.” You smile, kissing him again. “I love you, Remus Lupin. Always have, always will.”

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: Fighting For the Right Side

Warnings: Nightmare [Depiction of child death] ; Mention of death ; Allusion to mass murder and bombs

Words: 3.3k

You were quick to settle into your position in Pogtopia. Every day was primarily spent with Techno, but it was relaxing. You farmed, took trips to the bastion you two had met at, he protected you in fortresses, you two even went mining together. He was a comfortable constant in your world. Even when the voices got to be too much, you were with him. But that might have been what caused it all in the first place.

Settling into the small alcove Tommy said you could use, you decided that you could take this brief moment of quiet to read. You felt safe in the ravine, so much so that you had shed your armor back in Techno’s hidden stronghold.

Once sat in front of the fire, you tossed another small log in the flames. You'd have to go find more wood tomorrow but this was enough; The fire burning was bright enough you didn't need to light a torch and waste extra materials they might need, and the air warm enough you only needed a small throw blanket for added comfort to cuddle during the parts of your book the suspense physically got to you.

And so you got comfortable. You relaxed against the wall and you opened your book. Page 47.

Suddenly, sounds bombarded the child - a mad rustling, and then, twit twit, echoing over and over. They were familiar sounds, not particularly frightening, but unplaceable. A heartbeat was louder than anything else and the small nine year old could only wish that the sound were quieter. That everything was quieter.

The maze was an overgrown thing. Something so large that anyone who encountered it knew they could never escape. The shadows kept moving though; rushing faster than legs could ever hope to outrun. Faster and faster they crawled like vines all around. And soon the child was engulfed. Darkness spread to every limb, smothering wails that spilled from parted lips. There were no cries for help or alerts to any who would listen. Soon, nothing remained.

The crash had startled you awake. Your nightmare releasing it’s hold from you at the sudden sound. You relaxed quickly, however, seeing Wilbur in a heap next to the stairs. He must have fallen again. You pressed your lips together, remembering Techno’s words. “We used to have railin’s but Wilbur, he just really enjoyed fallin’ to his death.”

The brunet slowly got up and pat himself off before looking up at you and smiling. A smile like that could have made sunflowers turn to revel in its glow.

“Oh, hey. Sorry for waking you.” His voice was soft, probably to not wake anyone else if they hadn’t already been awoken already.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn’t a very good dream.” He nodded at you in understanding. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

The teasing smile on your lips grew bigger when his smile soured and he scoffed, grumbling to himself about how every mission was technically a secret one.

Yours fell away when he started walking off, his softness darkened with the thought of what happened during his outing. You hesitated. You didn’t want to wake Techno. You two were only just growing closer and you didn’t know how the hybrid reacted to missing out on the little sleep he was actually getting. But you didn’t want to be with your thoughts. Despite not being even remotely close to the man now leaving you behind, you reached out for him. “Hey Wilbur?” He turned to look at you. "Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don't want to be alone after that."

You watched his brown eyes brighten and a boyish grin overtake his lips. It reminded you of Tommy’s. You briefly wondered if his mood always swung this dramatically. “I'll stay for as long as you need." He made his way to sit with you and you added another log to the fire, sitting up so the rock digging into your spine shifted away. Wilbur sat across from you, his presence immediately making you relax.

"So, Mr. Leader," You taunted once more, "What was the secret mission?"

In the coming days, you and Wilbur spent more time together. He’d tell you the most random facts about himself whilst you two worked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pay it any mind.

-

"Hey [y/n], guess what?"

"Hm?"

"I was born on September 14th. That makes me a Virgo."

-

"Did you know I can play guitar?"

"I think everyone knows that about you, Wilbur. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought you might wanna hear me play you something sometime..."

-

"You know, I was once married to this wonderful salmon named Sally. You remind me of her sometimes."

-

“With you on our side, [y/n], I know that we’re going to win L’manburg back. And I promise you’ll have a spot in my cabinet.”

It was decided. Techno and yourself would attend the festival while Wilbur and Tommy hung back and watched from a safe distance. You were nervous. A bad feeling grew like a stone in your stomach as they all prepared.

"Hey [y/n], come here a moment, will you?" Sighing as you stood from the chest you were going through, you felt your back pop in a few different places and you hissed before walking to where Wilbur stood. It was silent in the ravine, everyone just as anxious about the festival as you.

"Yeah?" You asked, resting a hand on his arm as you peeked around him at the paper on the table. It was a map of Manburg with “x”s scattered across it.

"Are you prepared?" He glanced down at you, watching the crease in your eyebrows deepen as you examined the plans.

"Mhm." You hummed, finally looking up at him. His eyes were so warm when they looked at you, just like Techno’s. Even if he didn’t have a smile, they were always filled with that same warmth that made you feel important. The two were more like brothers than either cared to admit. "Why?"

"Can I tell you something and you keep it a secret from Tommy and Techno?" Everything around you felt like it had stilled. Everything waiting for the other shoe to drop. The stone suddenly felt heavier.

"What is it?” He continued looking at you and you found it almost hard to breathe. "Wilbur?"

His hand reached to cup your cheek gently. They weren’t calloused like Technoblade’s. They were the hands of a poet, of a musician, of someone whose hand reached for the quill not the sword. They smelled of gunpowder. Your heart felt like it was in your throat when you realized what all of those “x”s were.

“You would risk letting all those people die just so you could have L’manburg back? Why?”

His voice came out hoarse when he finally brought himself to speak. "Because if I can’t have it, no one can, [y/n]. I'm so sorry."

Your lips trembled. You thought of all of the innocent people who would never see it coming. You thought of Tommy and Techno, getting ready in another part of the ravine who wouldn’t know until it was too late. You thought of the man before you who probably felt like he was doomed to keep repeating this action again and again. When had blowing something up ever worked in his past lifetimes? He had to know that this was crazy, right?

Wilbur continued to stare at your frightened face for a moment. He looked so serious. His dark eyebrows drawn together and lips turned just the slightest bit downward. But his eyes? The warmth that filled them seemed to be slowly draining and being replaced with dark melancholy. You hated that look on him and drew your hand up to hold the one cradling your face. “You don’t have to do this, y’know. There is always another way.”

Wilbur stepped forward, pulling you into an embrace that smelled of cedar and leather. His hand left your cheek to instead hold your head to his chest. You didn’t like this hug. This hug felt like he knew things were going to go horribly wrong and he didn’t want you to see the aftermath of it. “If there were one, we would have found it by now.”

Your hands gripped the soft material of his trench coat and you pressed your face into his sweater. You didn’t want this. You were happy to help where you could, but you didn’t want to be a part of the destruction of a nation. You just wanted to help your friends overthrow a tyrant. “I wish I were as brave as you, Wil.”

The soft huff of a chuckle reverberated through his chest as he squeezed you tighter. “Did you know that that’s the first time you’ve called me something other than my name?” His voice was uplifted at the end. He almost sounded happy by the thought. It was squashed when he sighed, pressing his face into your hair. “I wouldn’t call it bravery, though. Still, I promise that we’ll all end up on the other side of this together.”

You tilted your head up a bit to look at him. “Where else would we be?”

He didn’t answer you, just held you tighter.

If there was one thing Wilbur couldn’t describe himself as, it was good.

In previous lives, he had been a cruel, sadistic god. He forced hundreds of people to compete for his entertainment. They were rats, moles, ants, sometimes even just humans while he played the part of omnipotent creator. He had been a king sometimes, or a hero. And time and time again, he was just an older brother. But no matter what, he couldn’t seem to save the people who loved him the most. He couldn’t protect the ones who looked up to him; be it because he found sick joy in their deaths, or because he wasn’t strong enough.

He never felt strong enough.

When Technoblade had told him of the strange person whom he had met in the nether, he almost brushed it off. There was no way he had met someone whom he hadn’t shared at least one lifetime with. There was no such thing as new players who weren’t just NPCs.

However, when you stepped into the ravine, inventory absolutely filled with different items that you just willingly handed over to the pink haired hybrid with a smile, he was utterly floored. The curve of your lips, the tone of your voice, even the look in your eyes were all new to him. He had never once met you.

He approached the two of you with hurried steps, wondering what kind of trick you were playing, only to freeze when you turned your gaze to him. He could hear his own blood rushing through his ears and, for a moment, he wondered if you could hear it too. The expression you wore unnerved him. It was as if you had seen every lifetime, every possibility. Yet you still had the nerve to smile shyly at him. When you waved at him in silent greeting, he knew Technoblade had been completely correct in his assumption. Your lives were missing from your wrist.

You were an investment.

But no one made him feel as powerless as you did.

You were able to try things over and over and over again. You weren’t held back by memories of mistakes or fears. The tiny flits of trauma they all seemed to feel were just… absent in your being. You were unapologetic about running errands in Manburg and doing reconnaissance whilst you were out, seemingly unafraid during the recounts you had given him of meeting Schlatt and Tubbo for the first time.

And this seemed to hold true in your interactions with Tubbo. He didn’t treat you with the same feral energy he shared with Tommy or the attitude he put forth for his leaders. When you weren’t spending almost every waking moment with Technoblade, the soft murmur of your soft voices being heard through the stone walls that led to the farm, you were interacting with one or both of the teenagers that helped fuel the rebellion. Tubbo told you about new ideas he had, or described to you his day, or even just explained to you things that even he himself knew he would have trouble understanding, despite Tubbo being the one to explain them. Wilbur noticed that you just did that. You listened patiently while someone talked, despite the knowing look in your eye that made him feel like you already knew exactly what they were about to say. And this seemed to carry over into your relationship with Tommy.

You paid rapt attention to the blond, reminding him that even if he was still technically a child, that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be listened to. The oddest part he found, though? Tommy actually returned the favor in kind. It wasn’t so much that you would go on long-winded tangents and he’d be forced to sit there and listen. It was that when you asked or told the sixteen year old to do something, he did it without too much of a fight. That’s not to say he wouldn’t talk back to you, he did almost every time, but it was the point that he would still do what you said without much hesitation. And every single time, Wilbur felt the sharpest stab of envy.

He had questioned Tommy after the first couple instances of it happening before him. He had cornered the very person who had been his younger brother in many previous lives against the cold stone wall on one of the walk ways while you and Techno were out gathering things from the nether and demanded to know why. However, the young soldier just shrugged in response. “They just usually have very fun ideas.” He had stared long and hard at the blonde, the other fiddling with the hem of his dirty shirt. He made a mental note to ask if you’d be willing to do laundry for them when you next went to Manburg. “That and…”

“And?” Wilbur had immediately prompted, knowing the time he had to question the younger was running short.

“They just have that tone of voice. And something makes me feel like I should listen when they tell me to do something.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to berate him. “Sometimes it feels like they know way more than they should. Like they already know what’s going to happen.”

The brunet’s words died on his tongue.

They all felt like that.

But if you knew so much, why did you never talk about any of your past lives like the rest of them did? If you knew what was going to happen, why were you so patient and let them make mistake after mistake?

The thought sat bitterly at the forefront of his mind as he pat himself off, having fallen off the side of the walkway yet again. He almost regretted removing the child-proofing, but he was an adult, and he didn’t need them, and he certainly wasn’t going to recant his insistence that they didn’t need them. He turned when he heard shifting and saw you slumped against the side of the ravine.

In the dim lighting, you looked different. You were cuddled under a thin blanket, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed into a pout that reminded him of a child. He must have awoken you. You looked rather cute like this, though.

He smiled at you despite himself. He was still a little hesitant about being around you. He didn’t need help in his daily activities like Technoblade, he didn’t need a guiding hand like Tommy, and he felt plenty listened to daily, unlike Tubbo.

But somehow, he didn’t feel as loved as you were.

“Oh hey, sorry for waking you.” The words had slipped from his mouth before he had had a chance to stop them. Now he’d be forced to converse with you. He watched your eyes look away from him, even in the dim light.

"It wasn’t a very good dream.” You didn’t have good dreams? What was there to have a nightmare of? He tucked that piece of information away for later, your eyes were back on him. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

His mood immediately dropped, especially when he saw the mocking grin that planted itself on your face. It was as if this were a game to you. “Every mission we pursue is a secret one, you of all people should know that.”

The grin just grew and he felt his chest tighten. How could you act so lax when you seemed to know exactly what happened when he was out there? He turned to walk back to his desk to write about the events that had transpired and quell his anger. He wasn’t truly upset with you, he knew that, and he didn’t want to take that out on the one person that seemed to be holding together his fellow usurpers, but you almost irritated him. His soft steps reverberated through their base.

“Hey Wilbur?”

His steps faltered. Despite your previous mood, you suddenly sounded so small. Afraid. He looked at you from over his shoulder and was surprised to see your extended hand.

“Can you stay for tonight? I don’t want to be alone after that.”

A new feeling sparked in him.

You wanted him? The one who had been so helpful for everyone else, to the cause, even to him on occasion, needed his help? How bad had your dream been? You looked so distraught, so powerless. He didn’t feel so weak when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need.” Your eyes held a warmth that could rival the fire in front of them. You moved to feed it and he sat across from you. You two weren’t close in either sense of emotionally or physically.

When had that changed?

He felt compelled to check up on you more after that night, use you as the investment that he believed you to be. No one in Manburg knew of your status, and he was planning on using it to their advantage.

Or, he had been.

But you made him feel safe about sharing things about himself. You were easy to talk to, easy to work around, easy to listen to. You would have been so easy to use.

Maybe that’s why he told you of the plan he and Tubbo had come up with.

You had found your way into much more than his good graces, just like the rest of them, and he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. You were so susceptible to influence, he feared you’d start to see him as a villain. He knew what people would say about him. He wanted you to know his thoughts and feelings before you could be tainted by their remarks.

He had shared memories with you before. They all had. Words seemed to fall unencumbered whenever you were around and they were all victim to it. But you hadn’t judged any of them on the actions they had taken in their previous lives. You didn’t even judge them on the actions they had taken in this one. Despite this, he was still scared you’d be turned against him if he wasn’t the one to tell you.

“I think everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

It was his turn to prove that they were fighting for the right side.

[thebmatt]

FFXIV Write Day 1

Foster – “encourage or promote the development of (something, typically something regarded as good)”

“I still cannot believe you built a bloody airship! I mean, I’ve done maintenance work on them under Cid or Stephanivien’s tutelage, but you BUILT one, from practically nothing!”

Tataru looked up from the pile of paperwork she was dealing with and grinned at Franks. “What, you didn’t think little old me could do it all by myself? No, wait, that’s not it, is it?? You’re JEALOUS!”

Franks threw down the cloth he’d been using to clean his gun and tools only moments before. “Of COURSE, I’m jealous! You know how many times I’ve tried to make time with either one of them to learn more about magitek engineering? I’ve lost count, because every time, without fail, either I have to cancel because the star’s in peril again or one of them has some company emergency or other to deal with! And now here you are, buildin’ an entire AIRSHIP! Hells yes I’m jealous!”

Tataru spasmed as she tried to hold back her mirth, covering her mouth, but there was no hiding the look in her eyes. First a few giggles escaped her, growing more numerous and loud, until she released peals of laughter, falling over in her chair. Franks eventually joined in, the pair enjoying a simple moment together.

Eventually Tataru managed to get herself under control. “Well, hopefully one day, this will all be in our pasts and you can spend the rest of your days building and maintaining magitek, if you wish. Think you’ll open up Cid’s first competition? Or maybe work for him? Wait, can you stand to be around Nero that much?”

Franks chuckled as he resumed cleaning a wrench.”Honestly, once you recognize and accept that his boundless arrogance is an attempt to mask both his profound fear at having to essentially restart his life in a formerly-hostile land AND trying to sort out exactly how he feels about Cid, he’s really not that bad. But while working at the Ironworks would certainly be enjoyable, I think my place is in Ishgard, in the Machinists guild. I want to be at the forefront of that discipline, both training new recruits and helpin’ Stephanivien come up with new tools for them to use. I foresee workin’ closely with the Ironworks to make that happen, though, so it’s really the best o’ both worlds.”

Tataru nodded. “I don’t know what the Scions will do once this is all over. I don’t even know if there’s really a place for us once the world is saved, if such a thing is even possible. But I might quite like working for Cid, I think. There’s a lot of upsides. Good pay, constantly getting to learn, don’t have to leave Mor Dhona…”

“Not to mention being in constant proximity to a certain Lalafell engineer…” Franks added, smirking as he looked over in her direction.

Tataru flushed and quickly looked away from his knowing gaze. “Y-yes, I suppose being near my good friend Wedge would be a nice perk!”

“Uh huh” Franks replied, not at all sounding like he was buying that description for one second. He finished wiping down the last piece of his aetherotransformer, and with practiced ease, began reassembling the components. With a final click, the device came together and lit up from within. Giving it a final examination, he returned it to its place at his hip and began reassembling his gun. “So…this next question might seem cruel, and if it’s hurtful please tell me so I can apologize, but I’m curious. You’re clearly a good engineer, which means math isn’t a problem for you. So why have you had such a problem with arcanima?”

Tataru had returned her attention to her paperwork, but the question stopped her mid-sentence. She looked back at Franks, her expression one of sad acceptance. “Thank you for saying it like…. that”

“Tataru, I’m so…”

“No no, it’s not bad. It’s nothing I haven’t asked myself and wrestled with, but I came to an answer a while ago.” She picked up a small clock that adorned her desk. “When I’m building, anything from constructing an airship to something simple like sawing wood…the math is there, a physical object in front of me. When I can see, can feel, the results right then, it all makes sense in my head. But with Arcanima….it was all in my head for me to unravel before it would manifest the magic. That’s harder for me. Not impossible, I don’t think I could have manifested a carbuncle or a Ruin spell otherwise, but I was a lot less confident, doubly so when I had to fight with it. I think that confidence, or lack thereof, is why my carbuncle didn’t do what I want.”

Franks nodded. “That absolutely is understandable. Everyone learns differently after all.”

Tataru’s smile brightened. “And really, I’m somewhat glad it didn’t work out! I wouldn’t have been able to find my talents as a crafter and intelligence gatherer for the Scions if I hadn’t accepted defeat with a grimoire!”

Franks laughed. “Absolutely true. I’ve no idea what would have become of the Scions if you hadn’t! We probably would still be wondering how we’d pay for the fare to Kugane! Definitely wouldn’t be eating as well, that’s for sure!”

She had to laugh at that. “Oh, I get it, I’m just your bank lender and chef, is that it?”

“In all seriousness, do you still wish you could join us in the field? Fight alongside everyone?”

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I won’t deny the idea doesn’t STILL have some appeal, but I know I’m way more valuable to the Scions in my current role. I do wish I had a more reliable way of defending myself, especially should the Garlands attempt another Waking Sands massacre, though. I suppose I’ll just have to hope the people of Revenant’s Toll are more capable of defending us than the citizens of Vesper Bay were.”

Franks looked back down to his gun, nodding. “Mmm, makes sense. Even if you aren’t in enemy territory, as it were, traveling around isn’t always safe. We might just have to….” he stopped, nearly dropping the assembled firearm.

“Have to what, Franks?”

“I can’t believe I never thought of this. How did it not occur to me?”. Franks stood up, slinging his weapon across his band into the holster that held it in place. He looked to Tataru with an almost manic gleam in his eye. “Go get something warm to wear, Tataru! We got someplace to be!”

Tataru looked confused “W-where??”

Franks grinned. “Ishgard!”

A bell later, the air around the Ishgardian aetheryte gave a slight pop as it was suddenly displaced by the appearing forms of Franks and Fearless. Both shivered, if only briefly, before their bodies re-acclimated to the colder temperatures that they had grown used to those many moons they’d spent in the city.

Both were quickly recognized by practically everyone they passed by, and while Franks had little hope of recognizing most of the people who spoke to them, Tataru seemed to know everyone, able to call them by name and ask personal questions that she’d had to have learned about on those random evenings in the Forgotten Knight. More than once, she was able to recognize fully helmed Temple Knights by voice alone. Franks, for his part, hurried them both along, seemingly eager to reach their destination.

“So where ARE we going, exactly?” Tataru asked in between a conversation with one of Hilda’s people in the City Watch and a noblewoman of a minor house. Franks didn’t reply aside from a grin on his face until a few minutes later when he stopped in front of a building and pointed. “There!”

Tataru bid one more person farewell and stopped to take in where the pair had arrived at. Sounds of rhythmic thumping filled the air, which smelled of flame and metal and soot. She looked up at the building. “Skysteel Manufactory? What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see!” Franks called back, already having made his way to the corner where one needed to turn to enter the Manufactory’s font door. Tataru squeaked and started after him as quick as her smaller legs could carry her. By the time she rounded the corner, Franks had already thrown open the wooden doors of the entrance and strode in.

“Franks, my old friend!” a voice cried out from within. Tataru quickly ran to catch up, and as she entered the door, the eyes of an Elezen man quickly jumped to her. “And mistress Tataru! What a surprise!”

“Good to see you too, Lord Stephanivien!” she replied, smiling.

“Whatever brings Ishgard’s savior, and most importantly my best machinist, and the Scion’s….erm…what IS your official role within the Scions of the Seventh Dawn these days, milady? If half of what Franks tells me is true, “secretary” would seem a woefully inadequate title! Perhaps ‘the very hull on which the entire ship is built’? No? Too long?”

Tataru giggled. “Oh no, milord, ‘secretary’ is just fine. I like it, makes people underestimate me! And that’s how I get em!”

“Who’s come calling, milord?” came a voice from the upper levels of the Manufactory. A woman’s head peaked over the railing, her blond ponytails dangling from the sides of her head. “I thought I heard….TATARU!” With that, she bolted for the stairs that led to the entryway, sliding down the rails. Tataru ran for the woman and lept right into her arms, hugging.

“What’re ye doin here, girl? I thought you were busy keepin’ them Scions from fallin apart!”

“I don’t know, rightly! Franks dragged me….” Tataru trailed off as she noticed that Joye’s braids had somehow completely undone themselves, and her hair was a wild mess. “Are you ever going to tell me how you do that??”

“Dunno what yer on about! FRANKS!” she turned and yelled at the man who’d been quietly conversing with Stephanivien. “Why you dragged this poor lass all the way out into the cold arse o’ this time o’ night without tellin’ her what’s goin on?”

Franks smiled, leaning away from Stephanivien, and crossed his arms. “Well, Joye, I’d like to introduce you to someone that, well, you don’t really need introduction to! That lady you’re hugging is Tataru Taru, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, the glue and rivets that keep the very organization held together, and-“

“We know who she is, ye daft sod!” Joy interrupted, setting Tataru back on the ground. “Ya literally just watched us have a mini-reunion!”

“-AND, assuming she’s amenable, the newest member of the Machinist’s guild!” Franks continued, as though he hadn’t been interrupted.

THAT got everyone’s attention. Both Joye’s and Tataru’s jaws dropped. Stephanivien simply smiled.

“Wait…this is your solution to me wanting to increase my martial skillset?” Tataru asked.

Franks threw his arms out, gesturing around to the manufactory around them. “It’s a perfect idea! Think about it! You’re already proficient with magitek, you’ve certainly proven that by now! You already know what I’m guessing is about 80% of the members already! You don’t need any extensive training in magic or heavy melee arms, all you really need to learn is how to shoot! I don’t doubt you can get the hang of that, especially with Joye teaching you!”

Joye looked down at Tataru. “Aye….aye I can! Tataru, this’ll be great!”

Tataru still appeared in shock. “But…I don’t…I don’t have a gun! And I bet they don’t keep ones sized for Lalafell around!”

Stephanivien knelt down to face her. “As it turns out, my dear, we actually made a custom one for a colleague of ours from Garlond Ironworks. He frequently comes to collaborate with our fair guild and commissioned a carbine with which to recreationally shoot. He keeps it here, as well. I believe you are acquainted with one Wedge? His weapon should suffice for you to practice with until we can build a custom one for you. I daresay he will not object either, would you not agree?” He winked almost conspiratorially.

“I know where it is! Come on Tataru, let’s go blast some training dummies!” Joye practically dragged Tataru behind her as she ran outside. Tataru didn’t require TOO much prompting, however, as pretty soon, she was running full steam out the door behind Joye under her own power.

Stephanivien turned to Franks. “Seems you have a knack for fostering talent in people, my friend. I heard of the fortune that befell the Baroness de Jervaint, and now you’ve added a new member to our guild’s ranks as well! I know you must wear any number of metaphorical hats, but I am quite glad the Machinist’s goggles are among them!”

Franks smiled. Whatever the future held, he was glad to keep building towards making it better.

[sylvie-writes]

Clumsy

50. “You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

My first Sebastian Stan fic! (what a better way to start my break than ending with two fics in one day?)

hehehe, I took this from my prompt list bc I needed inspo. I had another fic in mind but it was stoopid [Ransom Drysdale voice]. Soooo here we are…

I’m gonna say it once more, I feel this isn’t my best writing (that’s why it is a hc)

Please pardon any mistakes!

I promise I will come back with a fresh mindset and better writing! 

Translation: băiat=boy

Enjoy loves!

It all started at 9 am this morning.

Sebastian had left for a photoshoot and you were still trying to figure out how to spend your day. 

As you were just about to make breakfast, Sebastian’s mom called and invited you to brunch. 

She was just the sweetest lady, a second mother to you basically.

All the time she insisted that you called her mom, which after a while, you finally did. 

Clearly, she had taken a liking to you all those years ago, a feeling you definitely reciprocated. 

So while at his photoshoot, Sebastian had gotten three missed calls from his mom and a bunch of texts. 

Come to find out, you were in the hospital and he immediately dashed out of the photoshoot. 

Now here we are, a nervous Sebastian pacing the halls, trying to find your room.

Eventually, he calmed down, came to his senses and found the room, your bright smile greeting him.

He hadn’t known what had happened and he expected the worse while on his way over. 

Sebastian took a seat beside your hospital bed, taking in your form. Right arm in a cast, and your left knee slightly elevated and in a cast.

“How in the hell did you do this, babe?”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips, the man beside you, looking at you with a confused expression. 

“Well, you see...I fell down the steps. Landed on my knee, fractured my kneecap, also landed on my right arm and broke it.” 

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sebastian let out a sigh at your constant stumbles, it’s like every week you were falling or slipping.

Last weekend you went to get a drink from the fridge and somehow managed to slip on your dress. 

To top it all off, later that night when you got out of the shower, you managed to hit your head on the shower door. Your boyfriend came rushing to your side, but you were just smiling like nothing had happened.

In all honesty, either you had a high pain tolerance or you were just desensitized. Maybe both. 

“Now, how did you manage to trip on the stairs, (y/n)?” Like a parent to a child, Sebastian looked at you with raised eyebrows and pursed lips awaiting your answer. 

“Uh well, it’s really quite a funny story you know-”

His unamused stare prompted you to quickly get back on track with the story. 

“Your mom had offered to take me out for brunch, so as I was walking down the stairs to greet her, someone rang the doorbell and it scared the cheese out of me. I slightly jumped and missed the stair below apparently…” 

Looking at Sebastian, a bashful look on your face, he just burst into laughter, you joining along, relieved he didn’t scold you. 

“You’re the clumsiest person I know…how did you survive past childhood?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just continued to happily talk with him.

“In other words, the person who rang the doorbell delivered your nasty protein shakes. I hope it was worth it.” 

“Ah, I was wondering when they’d come in! And they aren’t nasty, you just have to try them again.”

“Says the man who literally grimaces as he drinks one.” 

Sebastian’s phone went off, a text from his mom.

“Mom brought us some food, she also wants to see you. I’ll be right back!” 

Getting up from his seat, Sebastian leaned over the hospital bed and kissed you until the smile growing on your face broke your sealed lips. 

Soon Ms. Stan came up with Sebastian, some takeout from the nearby burger joint.

The three of you talked, enjoying your burgers and the playful banter between Ms. Stan and Sebastian, every time he teased you.

“She’s so klutzy, maybe I should wrap her in bubble wrap.”

Jokingly, you ‘angrily’ threw a french fry at Sebastian, which he actually caught with his mouth.

“Oh hush, băiat! You are just as clumsy. Should I mention the time you were playing baseball and--

“Okay okay! I surrender. Wow, my own mother.” 

In mock offense, Sebastian brought his hand to his chest, mouth open in surprise. 

Laughing, you leaned over the bed rails and kissed his cheek.

“You are such a big baby.” 

Later that day, the doctors gave you the green light to head home.

Sebastian slowly helped you in the car, taking care of you as if you were a piece of the finest china.

“Make sure you don’t hit your head. And I’m being serious.”

You just stuck your tongue out at him as he returned the gesture, closing the passenger door. 

The traffic was terrible, and you both sat in a sea of cars for about half an hour.

To pass time you did some car karaoke. 

I got my hands up,

They're playin' my song

You know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the USA

Yeah it's a party in the USA

While singing, Sebastian had locked his hand in yours and used it as a microphone.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

“Oh no babe! Looks like we can’t sing this one!”

Sebastian gestured to your leg and you looked up at the song title, turning your head, you squinted at him, a retort on the edge of your lips.

“You are mean, you know that?

Oh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody

With somebody who loves me

Sure, your song playlist may have been a little bit of a hodgepodge, but they were fun to sing and definitely killed a lot of time. 

You were sure the people in the cars beside you might’ve been concerned for yours and Sebastian’s sanity. 

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Love was changing the minds of pretenders

While chasing the clouds away...

Then, all of a sudden, an all too familiar song came on and you knew, you just knew, Sebastian was about to have a ball with this one. 

“This should be your theme song, babe.”

You got me trippin', stumblin', flippin', fumblin'

 Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love (in love)

You got me slippin', tumblin', sinkin', fumblin'...

“Oh shut up smartass.”

[sunlightwoo]

Broken Pieces

ღ pairing: fallen angel!minho x gender neutral reader

ღ genre: angst in a way, mentions of bruising and if you squint then there could be some fluff?? honestly i just spat out words that formed in my head and just went weeee

ღ wc: 842

ღ plot: A fallen angel had no right to interact with humans, as they would only steer them away from their ultimate destiny and purpose in life. However, Minho wasn’t sure how it would’ve worked out with this one particular human that he was familiar with, considering you both found it hard to stay away from the other. 

FALLIN FOR YOU MASTERLIST

Minho could’ve sworn that the pain that he was feeling inside his heart was more painful than when he first fell from heaven and got his wings ripped out from his bare back. The memories of becoming a fallen angel because he disobeyed the orders of superiors from above were still fresh in his head, as if they were only yesterday.

He was told that by becoming a fallen angel, he shouldn’t interact with any humans that were on Earth because his bad and sinful presence would only stray them away from the path they were set to live on.

But that wasn’t easy for him.

Minho was easily known to be cold and stoic to all of his peers that were surrounding him, whether it was in a school setting or just out in public. The look on his face was intimidating as no one dared to cross the attractive figure, not wanting to know what was deep within the walls that he was putting up to protect himself and the other party. However it was often lonely considering he had nobody in the place that was supposed to be full of life and happiness; that was before he met you.

The first encounter that he had with you was strange, because it was in a setting that he never expected to find himself in; a college party. He was brooding against the backwalls of the house, watching you have the time of your life on the dance floor with your friends as you didn’t give any thoughts as to who could’ve been watching you in that moment. It wasn’t until your eyes were locked onto him that your sudden interest in the stranger peaked, resulting in you both talking throughout the night about the beyond of philosophy and reality.

“So you truly don’t think that there’s another side of evil out there, ready to snatch you at any given moment?” He says that night, looking at you in curiosity as the reflection of the night sky was suddenly captured in your own eyes.

“I think that everyone, even people that say have bad actions, have some sort of human in them that makes things moral.” You reply, glancing back at him who was still staring at you in the night surrounding you both.

After the night of the party, you never saw each other again until days later on the rooftop of your apartment building, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as you once again talked about the inevitable and beyonds. It was like that almost every night, seeming as though you couldn’t find a way to steer clear away from the fallen angel that revealed you his true form that one day.

You remembered that break of morning clearly as he showed up in front of your apartment door at five in the morning tattered and bruised. It was the sight of him in pure pain that made your heart twist at the horrid sight, taking him inside as you tended to the wounds on his face and arms. By the time that you got to his back, you noticed the marks of where his wings used to be, you remember him mentioning beforehand, and you realized that everything you were told was true.

“Why did you fall, Minho, when you ended up enduring such great pain as punishment?” You whisper to him softly when you finally situated yourself to sit on top of your bed with him.

The warm golden hues of the morning sun was slowly starting to rise as its colors were slowly pouring in throughout your room. You notice the little features that painted his face and thought that there was nothing more beautiful than his presence that was radiating throughout the room, even if he was a fallen angel.

“You humans get to enjoy emotions, fighting for your own beliefs and values. Being an angel limits you from doing all those things, which was why I went mad and started to break down the columns that held up the pitiful stairs to heaven.” He mumbles softly, hands in yours as he held them softly knowing that if his previous superiors were to see him doing this now, he’d probably be sent straight to hell instead.

“So why did you end up here? What is holding you back from being sent to hell?” You muttered while subconsciously squeezing his hands gently, unsure of where his words were going to go in terms of which direction it could end up being.

“I’m not supposed to be around humans, in fear that I night stray you from what you were suppose to do with your life because I could taint you,” He breathes out softly when suddenly he presses his forehead against yours softly, placing a soft kiss beforehand as he inhales once more to finally tell you the truth of why he always stayed with you.

“But I think the stars and moon could even tell that you’re my other half, am I wrong?”