#for such a small world it is surprising how often we seem to miss each other

[anjee0]

Old friends

Female!reader x 2000's Eminem. (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n decides to have a little get together at her house where she gets to spark interests again with her old friend that she hasn't seen since high school.

Warnings - Explicit language, drinking, vomiting, pill or tablet taking

Requested by @heyitstial

Y/n adjusted the plant pot on the coffee table for the 100th time making sure it looked “perfect”. One of her good friends Dre was coming over with a friend of his and she wanted to make sure that her apartment was spick and span. Dre hadn't told Y/n who his friend was and whenever she asked he'd just respond with: “It's a surprise!”

Y/n sat on the sofa and patiently waited for Dre and his friend to show up. Moments later, the doorbell rang as its playful tune rippled throughout the house. Y/n immediately got up and dusted her jeans off before opening the door.

She was immediately met by Dre smiling at her widely with his arms stretched for a hug. Y/n hugged him as he felt his arms around her waist, engulfing her in a warm hug.

When Y/n pulled away she couldn't help but smile. “I've missed you. I haven't seen you in ages.” She said gleefully.

“For real. And speaking of people you haven't seen in ages…” Dre stepped to the side to reveal the Marshall Mathers standing right by Y/n's door.

“Holy crap! Marshall!” Y/n exclaimed as she hugged her old friend.

Her and Marshall were best friends with each other back in high school. They were inseparable and literally attached to the hip. After Marshall had dropped out of high school, they stopped seeing each as often. Then eventually along the way, they lost communication completely and hadn't heard from each other in a few years.

Marshall looked completely different from what Y/n could remember of him. His fluffy brown hair had been replaced with a bleached buzz cut and his teeth looked less crooked. He had small hoop earrings and definitely developed more muscles as well. He looked somewhat… cute.

“How do you guys know each other?” Y/n asked.

“I'm helping Marshall out with his new album. And while we were in the studio the other week, I told him how I was gonna visit you. He said you sounded familiar so I showed him that picture of us when we went to New York and he recognised you. So I decided to surprise you.” Dre replied.

“Wow, that is amazing.” Y/n said.

“Small world, huh?” Marshall said.

“Well, come in, come in.” Y/n said, stepping aside so they had space go inside.

Dre and Marshall stepped in and took off their shoes as they looked around at the living room. They observed in awe at how beautiful and well organised the place looked.

“Damn girl. This is great. How'd you get this?” Dre asked.

“Saved up enough money.” Y/n responded. “Uh, sit down.” She chuckled awkwardly. She wasn't really used to guests coming over to her house.

Dre and Marshall sat down on the sofa opposite to the seat Y/n was sitting in. They made themselves comfortable and leaned into the softness of the cosy sofa.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Y/n asked.

“Hey, uh. Do you ever have people over here?” Dre asked, forgetting Y/n's question.

“Oh, uh no. You guys are actually my first guests here.” Y/n responded.

“Hey how about we invite a friend over and you invite a few of your friends over and we have a small get together? This seems like the perfect place for it.”

Y/n really wanted to say no, she wasn't the biggest party person out there. With work always being her top priority, she never really had time to sit down and relax or to go out with her friends. But being the people pleaser she was, she agreed. At least she'd have some of her friends over too.

“Who are you gonna get?” Marshall asked.

“I'll call Proof. I'll tell him to get drinks as well.” Dre responded. He looked over to Y/n. “Do you have a telephone?” He asked.

Pointed over to a small rounded table where a red telephone was placed. “Right over there.”

Dre thanked her before going over to call Proof. In the meantime, Y/n tried to make conversation with her old friend.

“So, how have you been?” Y/n asked.

“I'm good. I've got a kid now.” Marshall replied.

“Oh, that's amazing.” 

“Yeah.. her name's Hailie. She's 4 right now.”

“I bet she's adorable.”

“Oh yeah, she is the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

“Is the mother in the picture?” As soon as those words left Y/n's mouth she wished she could take it back. Sure, her and Marshall were great friends but she hadn't seen him ages, she didn't have to pry around in his business. “Sorry, that was a personal question. I shouldn't have asked that.”

“Hey, don't sweat it. It's you asking so I don't mind. But uh, yeah. The mother’s Kim.” Marshall replied.

“Kim? Like Kim from high school?”

“Yeah. We're… married now.”

“Oh…”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, you guys were pretty on and off in high school.”

“Yeah, no I get that. Actually, Kim found out she was pregnant a few weeks after we broke up. We got married as soon as we could.”

“Oh, right.”

“Yeah, but uh, it's not the best marriage. We're always arguing and fighting over dumb shit. We've resorted to an open relationship now.”

“What do you mean by open relationship?”

“Well, we're both allowing each other to date other people since we don't really have feelings for each other anymore. At this point, we're just staying together for Hailie.”

“Oh, I think I get it. So are you dating anyone?”

“Nope. Sort of wanna focus on my new album.”

“Oh yeah. How's that coming along?”

“I think it's going great.”

“I'd love to listen to it once it's released.”

“I'll send you a copy.” He chuckled.

“I like the new look by the way.” Y/n smirked as she looked at his bright bleached hair.

“Oh yeah. Thanks. It's for my persona, Slim Shady.”

“Alright, I called Proof. He's coming over with drinks. Y/n, you wanna call your friends?” Dre asked as he hung up the phone.

“Yeah, sure.”

As Dre went to sit back down, Marshall, Y/n got up to call her friends. She picked up the phone and dialled her friend, Mikayla's number. It rang for a few seconds before she picked up.

“Hi there, Mikayla speaking!” She greeted Y/n in her usual cheery tone.

Y/n smiled hearing her friend’s happy voice. “Hey girl, it's me Y/n.”

“Hey, what's up?”

“So I'm having a little get together with a few friends. Wanna come over?”

“Ooh, who's there?”

“A few guys.”

“Are they cute?” 

“Yeah.”

“Fun! I'll dress extra well. What are you wearing?”

“Just a pair of jeans and a top.” Y/n replied as she looked down at her casual outfit.

“You're wearing that?”

“Yeah I know. Should I change?”

“Yes! Wear something sexy.”

Y/n could just feel Mikayla's wide smirk through the phone. “Yeah, but I don't know what to wear though.”

“Hey, how about that denim mini skirt I got you for your birthday and that cute tank top that you got from that Christmas sale?”

“That's great! I will wear that. Thank you.”

“Well, I am the fashionista friend.”

Y/n chuckled at her friend's joke. “Oh, and while I get ready, can you call Abi and let her know too?”

“Of course. I'll see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Y/n hung up the phone and turned to Dre and Marshall. “Two of my friends are coming over. I'm just gonna quickly change.” 

Dre and Marshall nodded as you entered your room and locked the door to get changed. In addition to the mini skirt and tank top, she wore a black push up bra too. The tank top was a bit see through but that didn't mind her. Y/n took one last look at herself in the mirror before coming out of her room. 

“Looking good, Y/n.” Dre said.

“Thank you. I'm just gonna clean up the kitchen really quickly.” 

What she didn't realise was Marshall absolutely stunned at how beautiful she looked. He found her cute back in high school and couldn't help but notice how much more pretty she looked since all those years ago. The new pair of clothes she was wearing fit her perfectly well. The mini skirt made her legs look elegant and the bra highlighted her breasts perfectly. And to top it off, the tank top she was wearing bought the whole look together to make it all the better.

As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen and closed the door, Dre immediately turned to Marshall.

“You like her, don't you?” Dre asked with a dumb smile on his face.

“As a friend? Yeah.” Marshall replied.

Dre slapped the back of his head and tsked. “Man, not like that. You're into her.”

“No I'm not, we're just friends.”

“Really, cause you were taking a good long look at her. As your face is red as a tomato.”

“It's just hot in here.”

“Man, stop playing with me.”

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang and Y/n immediately left the kitchen to open it. She was met by her friends Mikayla and Abi who immediately engulfed her in a friendly hug.

“You look cute!” Abi said.

“So do you!” Y/n replied. “You look cute too Mikayla, come in.”

Mikayla and Abi stepped in and immediately jumped onto the empty sofa. They came over often so they treated the place like their second home.

“Hey there, girls. Y’all look great.” Dre said.

“Say, you look awfully familiar.” Mikayla said.

“Well, I am Dr. Dre.”

“You are?” Abi exclaimed.

“The one and only.” He replied with a smile.

“Is he lying?” Mikayla asked Y/n.

“Not at all.” She replied.

“You never bothered to tell us?” Abi said.

“Yeah, we I didn't think you'd believe me.” Y/n said, sitting with her friends on the sofa.

“Dude, my little brother, Mike, is so obsessed with you.” Mikayla said.

“Oh really? Should I autograph something for him?” Dre asked.

“He wouldn't believe me even if I had an autograph.”

“I have a polaroid camera. I can take a picture of you both and Dre can sign it.” Y/n offered.

“That sounds great.” Dre said.

Y/n went to get her polaroid camera from her room and swiftly came back. Marshall got off the sofa to let Mikayla sit down next to Dre. He sat down next to Y/n as their shoulders slowly brushed.

Y/n bought the camera up to her eye, her finger hovering over the capture button.

“Alright, ready?”

“Ready!” Dre and Mikayla and Abi said I'm unison.

Y/n hit the capture button as a bright flash came from the camera followed by shutter sound. And at that same moment, Proof burst into the house with 3 six packs of beer.

“What's on you guys!” He cheered as he held the pack up and stuck his tongue out.

Marshall chuckled at Proof's energetic greeting. 

“Man, what took you so long?” Dre asked.

“Cashier lady was being a bitch. She thought my ID was fake.” Proof said as he sat down next to Dre. “What's up, Marsh?” Proof asked as he dabbed him up.

The polaroid developed and Y/n chuckled at it. Dre and Mikayla were smiling on the couch and in the background was Proof holding up the 6 packs with an energetic expression on his face. She handed it over to Dre and Mikayla who laughed at the sight of it.

“I'll sign my name right over your face.” Dre said teasingly at Proof.

“Man, fuck you.” Proof chuckled.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dre said. “I bought a cassette with the tracks Marshall's done so far for his album.” Dre reached out in the pocket of his hoodie and pulled a cassette out.

“Why did you bring that?” Marshall asked as he tried to snatch it off.

“What? Let them listen, I think it's great man and you know it too. You got a cassette radio?” He asked Y/n.

“Yup.” Y/n reached under the TV stand where a cassette radio was. She took it out and placed it on the coffee table.

Dre put the cassette in and hit play. A few moments later, the first track started playing. It started off with a catchy beat followed by Marshall's voice. His voice easily flowed through the beat and his lyrics felt immaculate. Marshall groaned as he sat back on the sofa.

“I think it's pretty good.” Y/n said as she turned her head to look at Marshall.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I'm being serious, Marsh.” She playfully pushed his knee.

Marshall jokingly flipped her off to which she happily returned the favour as old high school memories started flooding back to her.

As the music played through the background, everyone introduced each other and talked for a while. Proof eventually opened one of the 6 packs and passed everyone a beer.

“What is this?” Abi asked as she inspected the can.

“Beer, duh. Drink up!” Proof responded.

“I very much prefer Y/n's blue cocktail.” Abi said as she leaned her head on her friend's shoulder.

“It's Y/n's best cocktail. She works at a bar.” Mikayla said.

“What bar you work at?” Proof asked.

“Pink Pristine.” Y/n responded.

“Holy shit, you work at Pink Pristine?” Marshall said as he sat up.

“Yeah, I've been there for a while.”

“Ain't that the bar where all the rich people go?” Proof asked.

“Yeah, that's the one.”

“No wonder you got such a nice house.” Marshall aside.

“We love Y/n's blue cocktail. She always makes it for us.” Mikayla said.

“Blue cocktail?” Dre asked.

“I haven't found a good name for it.”

“Can you please make us some?” Abi asked. She looked up at Y/n with a pouty expression and wide eyes.

“I don't have all the ingredients for it, sorry.” Y/n said.

Mikayla and Abi both groaned in disappointment.

“Alright then, drink up!” Proof said.

Everyone cracked open their beer bottles and said cheers before drinking up. Y/n wasn't the biggest fan of beer; the bitter taste made her throat dry and left a terrible scent in her mouth.

“Anyone wanna try chugging the beer against me?” Proof asked.

“What?” Abi said in confusion.

“Me and another person both chug their beers and see who lasts the longest without stopping.” He explained. “Anyone up? Marshall?” Proof looked at him with a sly expression.

“Nah, man. I threw up like crazy last time.” Marshall said.

Proof looked around at everyone else, hoping for an answer. But he was only met with a thick silence. He was about to give up until Y/n spoke up.

“I'll do it.” She said, feeling determined.

“Alright then! Let's go! First to chug 3 wins.”

“Are you sure?” Mikayla said.

“I'll be fine.” Y/n responded.

Proof and Y/n both got ready to chug down their beers as Dre started the countdown. He did it slowly, which built up a lot of tension and a suspenseful manner.

“3, 2, 1… Go!” Dre said.

Y/n immediately started chugging down her drink as fast as she could. The bitter taste of the alcohol made her throat dry. However, she still continued to chug the drink down like it was nothing. She could hear everyone else cheering and whooping for them, encouraging them to go faster.

Y/n and Proof had finished their first can at around the same time and they were already onto the next one. She chugged that one down, already feeling the struggle to keep up. Proof was easily chugging it down like it was water meanwhile Y/n was scrunching her nose up at the scent.

When it got to the third can, Y/n could feel some of the beer trickling down her chin and down her neck. She decided she couldn't take it anymore and that she'd let Proof take the win. Y/n took the half empty cab off her lips, finally giving up, only for her to accidentally spill the rest of the beer onto her shirt and skirt.

The loud and supportive cheering was replaced by gasps. The beer had only made her shirt more see through, revealing her bra underneath more. She quickly got up to go change as her friends followed behind her.

“Yo, are you okay?” Proof asked.

“I'm fine!” Y/n called back before entering her bedroom.

“Did you guys see Marshall's face?” Mikayla asked quietly as soon as Y/n shut the door.

“No, why?” Y/n responded.

“He went all red and couldn't take his eyes off you.” Mikayla explained.

“He likes you!” Abi exclaimed.

“He doesn't. We're just old friends.” Y/n said.

“Old friends?” Mikayla asked.

“Yeah, we were best friends in high school.” 

“Did you guys ever date?” Abi asked.

“No.. but we kissed once.” 

“You did?!” Abi and Mikayla exclaimed at the same time.

“Shhh! But yes, we did. It was once. Then we never talked about it.” 

Y/n changed her shirt and bra out for something more comfortable. She decided to wear a sports bra and an old baggy shirt on top. 

When they came out of the room, Y/n could sense some sort of tension in the living room. Marshall's face was blushing red as a a tomato. He looked more embarrassed than flustered.

“Everything okay?” Y/n asked as she placed her hand on Marshall's shoulder.

“Yeah everything's fine.” He replied.

“Hey should I order pizza?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, yeah that's good. Let's do that.” Dre said.

Y/n called the pizza place nearby and placed an order for a large pepperoni pizza and for a large meat feast pizza too.

“Are we even gonna finish all of this?” Y/n asked as she sat back down.

“Hey, me, Dre and Marshall can easily have a whole pizza for ourselves.” Proof reassured jokingly.

A few minutes passed and the pizza arrived. Everyone was starting so they were pumped to get their hands on a slice. They all reached in and took a bite, feeling at ease.

Y/n could feel her stomach churn as she ate the pizza. Perhaps pizza and 2 and half cans of beer weren't the best combination to have. She started to feel queasy so she decided to have a glass of water. Y/n could feel that uncomfortable feeling in her stomach slowly drifting away from her as she finished the water.

As minutes passed, everyone decided to sit on the couch and talk with each other for a while as music radio played. As the previous song faded, a new one started to play. It started off with a snappy beat and then followed by a female voice. It was the type of music you'd hear at a club or at a bar.

“Ooh! I love this song.” Abi said, smiling widely.

“I like this song too. Care to dance?” Proof asked smoothly as he offered his hand.

Abi instantly put her hand in his as the both stood up to dance. They both put their hands on each other and held each other close as they swayed to the music.

“Guys, join in!” Abi said.

“Yeah, get your asses off the couch.” Proof chimed in.

Dre and Mikayla gave each other a look before shrugging at each other and going off to dance. Y/n looked at Marshall with a sly smile.

“Care to dance?” She asked.

“Why not?” Marshall said.

They both got up to dance along with the others too. Marshall placed his hand on Y/n's waist as she placed her ls on the sides of his neck. They pulled each other closer and swayed to the music. Their foreheads touched as the tip of their noses came to contact too.

Y/n felt the space around her getting hot and stuffy. Her cheeks came to a bright pink colour from the heat as she felt beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck. 

“Hey, you okay there?” Marshall asked.

“Just a bit hot.” Y/n replied.

“Do you wanna step outside?” 

“Yes please.”

With that decision, they went out to the back garden where they stood on the wood porch. The sky was dark and looked majestic with the twinkling stars and bright moon staring down on them.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Marshall asked.

“What?” Y/n asked curiously.

“When we snuck into that disco that the school was hosting cause we had to pay to go.”

Y/n gasped slightly as the memory started flooding back to her mind. “I remember! We danced for a bit, we got caught and stole snacks.”

“Yes!” Marshall chuckled. “And then we just kinda sat outside and watched the moon. And then we were talking and then…”

“We kissed.” Y/n said softly as she watched the grass rustle in the gentle wind.

“Yeah…”

“That was my first kiss actually.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not at all.”

They both looked at each other for a moment before leaning in slightly. But in that moment, Y/n felt her stomach getting queasy again as it tied up in twists and turns. She could feel a weird itchy feeling coming from her throat.

Shit.

She covered her mouth and turned around, vomiting into the nearest plant pot. Well, there goes her aloe vera. Marshall immediately held her hair up and stroked her back gently. His touch was calming and made her feel more at ease.

“Hey, if you don't feel well, I'll tell everyone to go home okay?” Marshall said.

“Okay, could you do that please?” Y/n replied.

Marshall quickly informed everyone about Y/n to which they were immediately concerned, especially Mikayla and Abi.

“Is she okay?” Abi asked.

“We wanna see her.” Mikayla said.

“She's fine but she needs space. It's best if everyone leaves.” Marshall stated.

“You coming with us?” Dre asked.

“I'll stay here to help her clean up. I can call a cab afterwards. I'll be fine.” Marshall insisted.

“Alright, man. Call me when you get home.” Proof said.

And with that, everyone but Marshall left. He took her to the bathroom so she could clean herself up while he cleaned up. He threw away all the empty beer cans and put the leftover pizza in some tupperware to leave in the fridge. He then hoovered and disposed of the aloe vera plant.

“Thank you, Marshall.” Y/n said as she stood by the doorpost on the living room door.

“Yeah, of course. I'm gonna get a cab and leave. Goodnight.”

“Wait.” 

“Yeah?”

“It's 2 am. You can stay over, I think that's best.”

“No, it's fine. Don't worry. I don't wanna bother you.”

“You won't bother me Marshall. You're my friend. I have a guest bedroom. Feel free to stay there. I'll quickly clean it.”

“Hey, don't bother. It's fine.”

“Please…”

“Okay, I'll stay, but you don't have to clean the room. I just need to call Proof quickly and let him know.”

Y/n nodded and bid him goodnight before going over to her bedroom to take a fully deserved sleep. After Marshall informed Proof, he also went to sleep on the guest bed and slowly drifted to a slumber.

In the middle of the night, Y/n woke up with the sudden urge to have a glass of water. Her mouth felt dry and she needed to quench her thirst. She laid in bed for a minute before finally getting up. She'd probably had to take a tablet too for her killer headache she was just starting to deal with.

She noticed that the light in the kitchen was on, Marshall was probably in there. When she opened the door, she was met with Marshall turning on the tap and getting himself some water.

“Hey.” Y/n said gently, not wanting to startle him.

“Oh hey.” He replied as looked up at her with a soft smile. “Also craving some water?”

“Yup. And something for my killer headache.”

She rummaged through her cupboards and found ibuprofen. She took some cold water, immediately satisfying the dry feeling in her mouth.

“Listen, about earlier outside. I'm sorry-” Y/n started.

“Don't be sorry.”

Before she could say anything else, he sealed her lips with a gentle kiss. The gentleness of kiss soon became replaced with the feeling of desire and having to fulfil a desperate need.

“Do you wanna sleep with me tonight?” Y/n offered.

“Sure.”

Moments later, Y/n found herself laying head against Marshall's chest and playing with the fabric of his shirt on her bed.

“I'm sorry for losing contact with you over the years.” Y/n apologised.

“It's my fault too.” Marshall insisted.

“Why don't we try giving this a chance?” 

“I like the sound of that.”

Marshall kissed her head before they both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

[monster-disaster]

I need more of the neighbors I love the storyyyy so muchhhh. The slice of life is 👌

Original: [monsters] Neighbors A Halloween one on my Patreon: [monsters] Neighbors +1

The rising sun barely scrapes the horizon. Its pale light sneaks through the gaps between the towering buildings and spills onto the empty streets in a soft, golden hue. The city is still asleep, save for a few cars that pass by while you walk down the sidewalk. Each tired click of your high heels on the pavement is a reminder of the long night behind you. Your toes are cramped in their pointed coffin, aching with every shift as you try to wiggle them for some relief. Every part of you is sore; your feet, your legs, your back. The remnants of the last several hours cling to you like the dull ache in your muscles. You danced until the floor felt like it was swaying beneath you, then left with a stranger, one whose name you will probably forget before the week is through. The memory of it is already slipping away, fading in the blur of flashing lights and the haze of alcohol. Now, all you crave is a hot shower, a big glass of water, and your own bed.

When you finally spot the familiar brick facade of your building, a wave of relief washes over you, only to be swiftly smothered by a sigh that catches painfully in your throat. There, already out and about, stands the goblin who lives in the first-floor apartment below yours. His figure is hunched over, gripping a rake that looks comically oversized next to him. The long handle is awkwardly angled as he sweeps the leaves into a pile. His scowl is unmistakable, etched into his sharp features, and as his eyes catch yours, you know that his mood is as foul as ever. It always is.

"I was almost worried when I didn’t hear you dragging the furniture across the floor all night," he grumbles as a greeting.

"I don’t drag furniture at night," you mutter, though your words quickly fade into a futile attempt. It doesn’t matter what you say, he finds something to complain about anyway.

"Well, good day," he grunts flatly. His tone is more of a dismissal than a farewell, and without another word, his attention is back on the soggy leaves that cover the small, green patch in front of the house.

With a suppressed sigh, you hurry up the stairs, eager to escape before the goblin can think of something else to grumble about, and just as you push the door open, you nearly collide with your upstairs neighbor. The burly orc woman you often meet for chitchat and coffee beams at you while holding onto her kids' tiny hands.

"Good morning," you greet them with a smile, your mood lifting at the sight of them.

The little girl’s eyes study you intently for a moment before she speaks up. Her voice is soft and innocent in its bluntness. "You look awful." Her words seem to hang in the cool morning air, thick with unfiltered honesty only the kids can have.

"Oh, god!" her mother exclaims. "We don’t say that!"

"We just think it!" the other toddler pipes up, his small chest puffing with pride as he tilts his head, clearly convinced he is the smartest of the bunch while his sister nods as if affirming his wisdom.

"Nah," you hear the goblin call out from behind. "We think it, and we say it."

The sound of his voice causes the toddlers to squeal in surprise, their wide eyes lighting up with excitement, and without missing a beat, they dash past you, eager to join the goblin. Soon, their chatter fills the quiet street while you and the orc woman stand there, stunned with disbelief.

"I still don’t understand how the kids like him," she says.

You shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips. "He’s much nicer to them."

You can hear the gentle tilt of the goblin’s voice as he says something to the toddlers. The contrast between how he interacts with them and how he treats the rest of the world is jarring, but you suppose it makes sense. You’re certain his change in attitude has something to do with the fact that he doesn’t have to listen to their rambunctious energy all night long unlike you.

"Anyway," the orc woman sighs, stepping aside to give you room. "Have a nice day, Y/N."

Lost in your own thoughts and planning for the day ahead, you don’t notice the soft footfalls following behind you, nor the subtle presence of someone drawing closer until you step into the elevator. Just as the doors begin to close, a hand shoots out, halting them with a faint ding.

"Oh," you gasp, startled, and look up to find a handsome minotaur smiling down at you. His broad frame seems to fill the space as he steps into the elevator beside you.

"Sorry."

"It’s fine," you reply quickly, pressing the button for your floor again, ready to settle into the quiet, but as the doors begin to close again, the male speaks up.

"Are you Y/N?"

For a moment, you blink in surprise. "Yes."

He smiles faintly. "My mother," he explains. "She talked about you."

Ah. Of course. The old minotaur lady lives across from you and made it her life's mission to match you with anyone in her family.

"And you are...?"

"The divorced son," he responds with a knowing look.

"Oh, right," you nod. "I’m sorry about that."

He shrugs. "It’s fine. I hope my mother doesn’t annoy you too much?"

You can’t help but laugh. "She gave me your number at least twice."

The minotaur sighs, his shoulders drooping slightly as he leans back against the elevator wall. "Great," he mutters under his breath.

When the elevator dings again, the doors slide open, and the minotaur gives you a nod before disappearing into his mother's apartment while you remain standing in front of your own door, fishing around in your black purse, the one that matches your dress, for your keys. The tiredness of the morning and the weight of the night make your every movement feel sluggish.

Then, a groan comes from your side, making you stiffen. "Ugh, you stink."

You turn sharply at the familiar voice of your wolf-shifter neighbor cutting through the quiet.

You can’t help but scoff, your patience is already at its limit. "I look awful, I stink! Anything else?"

The young man’s eyes widen in surprise at your sudden reaction. "I didn’t say you look awful," he defends quickly, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Though-"

"Don’t!" You interrupt.

"Okay, okay," he relents, taking a step back. But then, a teasing grin creeps onto his face. "But you could really use a shower. You smell like a man."

"A man?!" Your head snaps to the other side, where you spot your succubus neighbor standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you with exaggerated disgust. "But why, Y/N?" she asks, oozing with seduction. "You know you can come to me for anything." A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her dark red lips. The suggestion is clear in her eyes. "Why waste your time on men?"

Before you can respond, the wolf-shifter chimes in. "She’s right, you know? Why waste your time on human men?" His eyes twinkle as if he's enjoying this little back-and-forth far too much.

"I don’t have to explain myself to either of you!" you snap. The words hang in the air, and for a moment, the hallway falls into silence.

Then, you hear the familiar voice of the minotaur lady, muffled through the entrance door of her apartment. "Is it Y/N? Great! Let me introduce you to her."

The sound of her son’s voice follows, just as muffled but noticeably more panicked. "Ma, don’t!"

That’s it! You can't deal with this right now.

With a huff, you turn on your heel, your hand fumbling slightly as you search for the keys in your bag, the jingling sound a bit more frantic than usual. The door clicks open, and you barely spare another glance at the wolf-shifter and succubus watching with too much fun on their expressions.

"Good day!"

[solarissttee]

HEY LOVER .ᐟ

summary ; boyfriend!tristan x giant gf!reader headcannons.

request ; “ can I request tristan liones bf hcs with a gf who’s a giant and king and diane’s adoptive daughter? ” — anon

pairing ; tristan / black fem giant!reader

tags ; fluff, established relationship.

notes ; a tristan request this time around!!

catalogue

tristan is just like his daddy, always somehow attracting women that are taller than him by far.

tristan is an incredibly gentle boyfriend, and if you’re anything like your adoptive mother, diane, your constant mood changes are capable of giving a man whiplash. tristan, however, is well versed in keeping his girl happy at all times.

he tries not to show it often, but he’s incredibly smitten with how much stronger you are and loves it when you’re at your full height rather than when you shrink down. he’s proud of you and if anyone tries to make it seem that your relationship is weird, he’ll damn near turn into a tyrant.

tristan is so male wife coded. he’s always making you little things or getting small trinkets that remind him of you and always surprises you with your favourite foods and snacks. oh, you’re eyeing down a nice looking dress? he’s getting it for you and scouring the ends of the world to find a mage who can make sure that you have another version that enters you at full size. oh, you want a crepe or something else that’s sweet? he’s buying out the entire stand. he loves his girl and will do everything in his power to spoil her.

naturally, as a knight of the apocalypse, he can’t be with you as long as you’d like, but if you give him something to hold onto as a way to remember you, he’s never taking it off. he’ll use it to brag about when he’s away for long term missions. random people that you don’t even know will have more information on you that most of the people you do know. why? because your boyfriend doesn’t know when to shut up about you.

you both have definitely gotten embarrassed by your parents since they’re very close to each other. diane and elizabeth will pull out picture albums from when you both were infants and will make sure to provide context on each one. king and meliodas just watch from the sidelines in amusement as their wives turn their children into blushing messes.

your siblings are very protective of you at first but since it’s tristan, they learn to warm up a little more. they treat him like one of you guys after he expressed how lonely he is as an only child. (cue meliodas teasing elizabeth with an “we should make him another sibling so he’s less lonely.” she smacks him after that.)

tristan knows how sensitive of a topic it is for you whenever someone mentions how you’re adopted. you’re well aware that your parents love you as if you’re actually one of their own, but whenever someone points out you’re adopted just to bring you down, you get all sad and disappear for hours on end which really worries him. he knows you like to be left alone during those times and when you get back, his and your family have a nice dinner laid out comprising of all your favourite foods, that he cooked, to make you feel better.

tristan is a mama’s boy, so he knows just what a woman likes or dislikes and can get the hint on certain things that most guys miss, that makes him really popular with the girls, much to your dismay. he knows you get jealous really easily and always makes it a point to assure you that you're the only girl in his life.

we all know that there’s a bit of a tension between tristan and lancelot as well as tristan and his father. whenever he gets in a mood, he likes to have you cuddle him up in your full height. he likes to be enveloped in you when he’s upset.

tristan loves to kiss you, especially when you’re in your full height. he’ll summon his wings and kiss all over your face, muttering an “i love you,” in between each one. and when your soft lips completely smother his face in response? he’s so happy he could fly to the sun. he’s absolutely and completely whipped for you.

lancelot may be a more nonchalant, reserved and mischievous lover, but tristan is more open and gentle with his affections. but one thing’s for sure; they love their partners.

overall, tristan is a great boyfriend! 10/10 would date :33!!

[joonberriess]

m e a n d y o u r m a m a

p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader

g e n r e : domestic boyfriend au.

t a g s : soft smut, drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, breeding kink, flashbacks are in italics, y’all are rlly in love, mentions of future pregnancy, DOMESTIC, model!reader, teasing, IM SICK AT HOW SWEET THIS IS, drunk scene is where the baby is made LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 3.6 k

s u m m a r y : you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

“Just how did you two manage to find each other in such a big world, what stood out the most for you?”

– I can’t really put my finger on it, when we first met each other I admit it was all me in the beginning. I couldn’t stop staring at her and I think she thought I was a creep or a weirdo. “Oh would you look at that, Kim Namjoon from BTS is a weirdo,” or something like that. I didn’t approach her until the end of the night, right as she was leaving. It turned out we had a lot in common, other than the whole being invited to the same fashion show thing.

The camera shutters and flashes went off in every direction and the room was filled with chatters from the stylists on set. Despite getting the chills now and then you felt empowered and beautiful in the tiny backless night slip that seemed to ride up with every movement you made. (You know Namjoon is definitely enjoying the sight of you prancing around in such scandalous attire.)

Namjoon’s dressed to the nines, styled in a black and white striped suit, a watch worth over sixteen thousand, and his black hair styled in such a way you wanted to tangle your hands in it. “You’re both sensual beings,” the photographer had expressed before the shoot even began, and that he was right about.

Here you were, perched on Namjoon’s lap like his personal little arm candy to show off to the world. His hand rested over the small of your back, his other arm perched on the armchair whilst he lazily flicked his hand back to avoid getting any ashes on you or himself. “Look into the camera,” the photographer mumbled, “show me the art of sex you both embody.”

You stared into the camera with a sultry gaze, eyes half lidded and lips parted slightly. Namjoon couldn’t resist and right before the camera went off again he turned to look at you with eyes full of desire and lust. How could he not after all? Given that you were practically being offered on a silver platter to him dressed so scantily and pretty.

“How did you realize that she was the one?”

– It wasn’t hard at all, I often sat at home thinking about the future a lot with her, I slowly realized she was my home, my entire future included too. I think that the dealbreaker for me was when we finally decided to get matching tattoos of our name together, we went in separately because we wanted to surprise each other. She comes out smiling like a kid in a candy shop, and when I ask her why she shows me her ring finger, and right there I see my initials. I fell even more then and there. If it was even possible.

The hand on your grip gently guided you to a more comfortable position, ensuring that you were relaxed. You had a tiny smile on your lips as you stared deeply into his eyes. You hadn’t missed the way he subtly ran his hand over the expanse of your baby soft skin. His hand cheekily snuck a little squeeze here and there.

“Are you free after this shoot?” Namjoon grins in amusement, suppressing his laughter when he sees you roll your eyes at him. “What? Are you, or are you not?”

You give him a look, failing to hold back your smile as you fondly bring him down for a gentle peck. “I’ll have to see Mr Kim, we’ll have to discuss this with baby Kim, see what he thinks about it.”

Namjoon sighs in fake exasperation, “..I guess baby Kim can join us too then.” You playfully smack him in response.

“How in love would you say you are?”

– I would rather not be on this Earth if I couldn’t be with her, everyday I’m more and more thankful she came into my life. I don’t worry about it at night anymore, not when our little blessing is sleeping in the room next to ours. I think that I’m most definitely ready to settle down and enjoy life, well, our life to be exact. I think an image that’s recurring in my mind is of us walking down the beach with our kid, that’s how in love I am..

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The world went absolutely berserk when Namjoon’s company had announced both his relationship and your pregnancy. For the sake of privacy your company didn’t offer much to the press, stating that anything in direct relation to your private life was to be revealed by you and you only. Something you deeply appreciated.

You dated quietly for several months, flying in and out to see each other with no one but your closest friends seeing the two of you together. Here and there you dropped some cryptic pictures with his hand in yours, a scenery photo from your date, and if you were feeling a bit bolder you posted a picture from the back of him walking straight ahead of you with your hand still in his.

Your fans were just dying to know who you were seeing, begging and pleading for more. You didn’t make an official statement until after the events of you discovering your pregnancy. Which like mentioned before was several months into your dating.

When you finally dropped the news of your pregnancy, you were about five months along already. It hadn’t been much but a simple picture collage on Instagram of your belly being surrounded by two ultrasound pictures. Namjoon’s hands were laid over yours with the caption being: “our tiny bundle of joy”.

The internet blew up, which was understandable because their favorite supermodel was both tied down and “somebody’s baby mama”. It felt a little cruel to leave them hanging so you explained in a more formal post on your Instagram. “I know lots of you are surprised ‘n stuff but I wanna let you guys know I’m doing okay and I’m happy with my on-going pregnancy! As you can see I’ve met someone very special to me and we’ve been together for a while now. I hope you will all continue to support me! xoxo”.

Namjoon was next after you since he had wanted you to be on-board when you both decided to reveal your relationship. He did the same, except posting a full blown picture of you sitting in the grass with the sunlight pouring down over your frame. He added a simple heart to it and let his company do the rest for him.

When the baby was born you had decided to add all those little moments captured on camera to a small video you decided to dedicate to your little one. Looking back on it now makes your heart swell with utter adoration and love for Namjoon. You realize that you’d go to hell and back for him, and he’d do the same for you.

.

After parties in LA are crazy, well the LA lifestyle was pretty wild on its own anyways. After attending your friend’s concert with Namjoon and some other friends of his, you two went off to the after party. It was pretty wild already, drinks were poured and people were sitting in small circles on the rooftop smoking weed and taking other stuff you were going to stay as far away from.

Namjoon and you were swaying together on the dancefloor, you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely and his hands settled on your waist. You admit that maybe you had taken a few more shots than intended, same for Namjoon but the buzz was pleasant though and being with your boyfriend made it one hundred times better.

He had his forehead resting on yours, a closed-eye smile on his face as he listened to you sing along to the song playing in the background. “You’re off-key.” He teases.

“Do you want me to stop? Wait, do I sound that bad?” You pout at him and bring him down for gentle kisses, “You’re supposed to lie to me and say I sing better than anyone on this Earth.”

Namjoon’s eyes open and he kisses you a bit more intensely, “You sing better than anyone on this planet.” He murmurs against your lips.

A small smile forms as you push your forehead against his, “Are you drunk right now Joon? You telling me these things cause you know it’s what I wanna hear?” You tease softly. He shrugs in response and you laugh again and throw your head back. The world around you spins from how dazed you are at the moment.

Namjoon follows and leans down to trail kisses up the column of your neck, “You singing isn’t the only thing going on in my mind right now baby,” he mumbles, “I could think of a couple other things we could be doing instead of being here.”

You hum in response, “What kind of things were you thinking of?” You lick your lips. He doesn’t reply, not verbally at least, he slots his lips against yours with more intensity than the small lazy kisses he has been exchanging with you this past hour.

A soft little moan escapes your lips and you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. He pulls you in so you’re both pressed up against each other and whatnot. Through his jeans you can feel the outline of his cock press against your thigh, hot and throbbing which in turn makes you whine quietly into his mouth. Namjoon hikes one of your legs around his hip so he can press right up against your clothed pussy.

You start grinding sensually against him, unknowingly moving to the beat of the music playing in the background. Namjoon groans softly against your lips and pulls back to stare into your eyes with a half-lidded expression. “C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.” He tugs you in by your ass.

You nod eagerly and stumble after him as he takes you through the large crowd of people. You’re in no state to drive and neither is he so you two catch a ride with a friend you see who also happens to be leaving the party too. The whole ride back to your home is spent exchanging heated kisses in the backseat of your friend’s car.

When you get there Namjoon hoists you up in his arms and carries you in. You tangle your hands in his soft hair and tug him closer for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he kicks the front door open and enters. “C’mon baby,” you mumble pawing at his shirt as you try to take it off, “need you so bad.”

Namjoon groans in response and sets you down, hurriedly tossing his shirt off and then going for the back of your pretty little dress you got on. The hallway becomes a mess leading to the bedroom where Namjoon has you pinned on the bed, hands searching through the drawer for a condom. You’re whining and pleading for him to hurry, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull from the kiss, “Forget about it baby.”

“You sure?” He dryly replies, swallowing in obvious excitement.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, “Just need you in me,” you breathily whisper and reach down to grip his hard cock, “c’mon baby, put it in.” You moan softly as you rub his cock up and down your wet slit, “You feel how wet I am for you?”

Namjoon shivers at your husky soft tone, his eyes drop down to where your hand is stroking his cock as you tease yourself with the mushroom tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and adds to the mess of slick your pussy has made. He moans loudly and reaches down to grip his cock himself and push up against you until the head catches at your opening.

“You’re driving me fuckin crazy baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Gonna have you shaking and gushin’ for me, pretty little pussy boutta cream all over my cock and make a fuckin mess.” He slurs out and presses in, pushing to the hilt until his pelvis is pressed close to yours.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back on the pillow and grip the sheets. His words only seem to fuel the desire pooling in your belly causing you to grind up against him in an effort to chase your pleasure. Namjoon places both hands on either side of you, using it as leverage to hold himself above you while his hips begin to slowly roll into yours.

Your pussy is so slicked up you can hear every time he pushes his cock in and out. With a choke up whimper you reach between you two and rub your clit in slow circles to match with the speed of his thrusts. Namjoon buries his face in your neck and ends up mouthing at the skin there while he loses himself to the pleasure and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Fuck you feel so good babe,” he moans, “gripping me so nicely, wanna watch my cum drip from your pussy, love making a mess outta you.” He whispers into your ear, his hands slither down to grab your asscheeks and he holds onto them tightly while passionately fucking into your throbbing cunt.

A wobbly little cry bubbles out of your throat at the change of pace, he drives his cock into you passionately with his thrusts jostling you up the bed with how hard he’s going. Your bleary eyes open, the room around you is all blurred out from your tears and how tipsy you feel from the drinks earlier. You feel like you’re spinning in ecstasy, pleasure blooming pleasantly all throughout your body.

A blissful smile forms on your face as you hike your legs up higher around his body, “Mmm, right there Joonie I can feel you so deep in me… ‘s so good,'' you slur out, “gonna cum.” Your breath hitches.

Namjoon moans a little louder as he pulls back from your hickey littered neck to stare down at you, “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock baby? C’mon baby, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he leans down to slot his lips with yours in a messy little kiss, “you’re so fuckin gorgeous babe.” He whispers like it’s a top secret no one must know.

“L-Love you so much,” you hiccup softly, “so, so, much.”

Namjoon whispers his own set of ‘I love yous’ whilst he fucks away at your cunt. His cock bumps into your g-spot over and over again, it makes your legs shake from the strong pleasure. Your orgasm draws nearer and nearer until you suddenly stiffen and it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Namjoon..!” You cry out, hugging his body closely to you as you shake through your orgasm.

He groans in response and bucks up into you for a few more minutes until he’s coming too. He cums with a low moan of your name, head already dropped down on your chest. You end up laying there lazily trying to catch your breath and stay awake. A wave of drowsiness hits you out of nowhere, you try to blink the sleepiness away but every second that ticks by you’re closer to knocking out.

“Mmm so sleepy.” You softly whisper as you let your arms fall back on the bed and lay there motionlessly.

Namjoon hums in response as he lays his head on your bare tits, “Me too.” He mumbles out, eyes already closed in bliss.

“Les sleep,” you slur out softly and wrap your arms around his head, “so.. Sleepy.” You whisper the last part out before sleep takes over and you’re left in the dark.

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“... ‘Would you look at that Haru, daddy’s finally getting around to build your crib. After ordering and leaving it in the closet for months.’ You tease softly, holding the camera up as you try to get it to focus on Namjoon who’s sitting in the middle of the room reading a book of instructions with a look of utter confusion on his face.

‘You need help there?’ You laugh softly.

Namjoon looks up at you with his eyes lighting up with joy when he sees both you and your swelling baby bump, ‘You come in here to make fun of me or what?’ He chuckles as he sets the booklet down and holds his hand out to you.

‘No, dropped by to ask for the car keys cause I’m hungry–no, we’re hungry.’ You correct as you rub your belly and step closer.

Namjoon gently pulls you in and nuzzles his face against your tummy, ‘I left the keys in the room by the bed, what’re you gonna get?’ He says as he lays soft kisses over your shirt.

‘A burger or something.’ You reply and angle the camera downwards so you can capture him kissing your tummy, ‘You wanna come? That way you can take a break n stuff since this crib stuff is hard.’ You laugh.

‘Haha, very funny.’ Namjoon rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

‘Love youuuuu.’ You coo as you begin walking away, capturing his own ‘I love you’ just in time before you walk out the door…”

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Namjoon and you were both wrapped up in bed lazily making out with the TV on in the background. You were SUPPOSED to be watching the new Scream movie that came out but Namjoon had other plans. With him kissing up on you like that it reminded you how rare sex was between the two of you ever since Haru was born. It was like the kid had a sixth sense and knew when you guys were trying to get into the mood and stuff.

You’re surprised he hasn’t started crying through the monitors by now, but you rather not jinx it just yet. You’re both buried under the warm covers which obscures both you and your noises. Namjoon takes it slow, rocking his hips back and forth against yours. His cock fills you to the brim and brings nothing but a pleasant ache and pleasure. This is exactly what you were missing, the intimacy.

Given the circumstances around Haru’s conception you and Namjoon went back to using condoms because you were not about to risk anything (not that you didn’t miss him going bare, which he did a lot during the pregnancy). Soft moans and pleased little sighs left the both of you, between the two of you there were quiet squelching noises that your sopping pussy made from how slicked up you were down there.

“Shit.” Namjoon curses under his breath as he ducks down to hide his face in your neck.

He keeps the same pace up, making sure to hit those sensitive spots that send spiraling in pleasure. Your moans rise a bit in volume but he’s quick to hush you with his lips, not wanting to wake up the baby in fears of ending the one time you can fuck early. Namjoon pants softly and pulls back, reaching down to hike your thigh around his hip to go in deeper.

“Fuck you make me wanna give you another baby.” He groans out, “Gonna look so beautiful, full of our baby,” his eyes close and he shudders in pleasure like he’s thinking about it.

You let out a tiny mewl in response, pussy tightening around his cock at the thought of him knocking you up with another baby, “You’re not playing fair.” You softly pout.

Namjoon breathily chuckles but it dissolves into a moan when you squeeze around his cock again, “Can’t help it, you look too goddamn sexy.” He purrs and rocks into you faster.

The bed frame gently creaks from the increase in speed, you end up whining at the change and quivering, “Right there,” you bury your face in his neck and hold on, “mmm..mm.” He grunts quietly and keeps hitting that spot where you like it, he reaches down to flick his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your head falls back and you let out a loud long moan, shivering for a few seconds before going limp as your pussy convulses around his cock. He hisses softly and lets himself fall on you as he rocks into you slowly, trying to stave off his own orgasm but failing miserably because you feel so good.

He throbs and a quiet moan escapes his lips, cum filling the condom (he secretly wishes it was you he was filling up. “Shit.” He lifts himself off of you and rolls on to his back, “Can’t believe we actually got to finish this time.” He chuckles.

You sleepily hum, curling up and closing your eyes, “..I know right..” You mumble softly, already on the verge of falling asleep since you know, that’s the parent life for you now.

Namjoon yawns quietly and leans over to smooch you gently, “Night baby.”

“....Night.” You whisper softly.

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“Is this..?”

“Yes.”

“..Holy shit, you’re serious. Fuck baby.”

“Are you not happy..?”

“Of course I am baby, I’m excited to have this baby with you. I love you more than life itself, I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course I will you big dummy, why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you two so much..”

“I love you too.”

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[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Hello! Can I ask a jealous Hiccup bc f!reader spends time with the rest of the team (especially Snotlout)?

Plus, if you like, he does his best to get her attention and you end up confessed to her (a little bit of angst would be nice) <3

Thanks! I love very much how you write, I hope you have a nice day~

The Jealous One

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,170

An old friend starts to act odd. Snotlout is slightly less so.

Tags: fem!reader, jealousy, beginning of Snotlout friendship, ambiguous Post-first movie pre-httyd 2 timeline, part one

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Your footsteps rung hollowly, the sound of thick leather rubbing against stone nearly drowned out by the distant sound of bustle and the ominous creaking of the Great Hall’s large doors.

Similarly, you remembered the way the wood sounded against your hard soles, the sound of the gently rushing water and mindless, careless chatter- how your heart felt as you very certainly ignored the small form of Hiccup and his Night Fury fading off into the skyline.

There was no one capable of avoiding your sour eyes as you meandered, feeling sort of potently, upsettingly upset in a way that you thought shouldn’t have been natural. It was so intense that you had no grasp on any part of the world, empty hands grasping at loose threads, slipping past all but the one that decided that, in this moment, you should struggle heavily against the full weight of years and more than a handful of nasty, lonely tears, all of which eager to burst past the safety of your eyelids.

You surely didn’t miss his griping, or his judgment, or any of his whining. You didn’t miss the feasts, the dark nights, the hiding away, the moping and you certainly didn’t- You didn’t miss- You grit your jaw holding steadfast in the same way a jailer did before a break, a warrior before he swung his sword, wishing dearly that you’d anyone else- any other friend. 

You wished you had some larger rocks to kick, too.

“Forgot my fucking coin pur-“ Your shoulders jerked as you startled, chests meeting with a force that was dull but no less breath-taking, not not nearly as startling as the feeling of stone cracking against the hard bone beneath your skin, the slamming of teeth against each other, deeper than you could have every though they could go, grit as they were, and the way the earth seemed to dissipate around you, making way for air and vertigo as you nearly slipped backwards down the stairs of the Great Hall.

 “Gods,” You hissed, thick bits of gravel digging into the sensitive skin of your palms, stinging as you lifted them. You pushed yourself upwards, running your hands down the backside of your skirts, urging away dust and grime.

You squinted. So we meet again.

“Watch it,” Snotlout ground out, looking quite annoyed with his arms crossed, standing as if he was a taller man than he was a step or so above you.

You glared at him… then you smirked. The first thing you noticed- Hookfang was missing. Absent.

It was surprising but not shocking. The Riders and their dragons had separate lives, of course, the Jorgenson Rider and his steed more so than the rest. Even as, in the minds of most, they remained so closely associated. 

Hookfang was quite the socialite, or at least a watcher. The Nightmare was also just as revolted with his Rider as he was foul when it came to others speaking ill in his presence, which usually made back-talk quite difficult. 

“What are you doing here?” You shot at him. It was a stupid question, a simple one. It didn’t matter what was siad, though, not really- it was more about the fight laying underneath, or the lack of, or the mix of both.

You’d been seeing him much too often nowadays, though truthfully, now more than ever, his face hadn’t been one you hated. It was as pleasant to look at as he was a wordsmith, which was to say that it wasn’t pleasant-looking at all. Still, it was a balm to your aching guts. And so, in place of genuine conversation, if his jeering was all you had to work with, you found you didn’t much mind it.

You’d never show it, though.

You took a determined step forwards, glaring straight into his eyes as other Vikings  came and went, brown-furred and tan-tunic-ed shoulders knocking into yours and passing through the open doors of the Great Hall like schools of fish.

Snotlout huffed, furrowing one large brow, open-mouthed frown exposing one large, missing tooth, “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

You adjusted your shoulders, stepping up with your other foot and crossing your arms, nearly meeting him chest-to-chest.

“None of your business,” You grumbled, feeling petty. “ Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“I’m here for the grub,” Snotlout scoffed down at you, “That’s where I have to be. Not my fault you’re too busy skulking to watch where you’re going.” 

“I don’t skulk?” You asked incredulously. 

“Not in a million years, and unless you’re offering to pay, then I got no time for you, small fry.” He grunted.

You hid your wince. That was a nickname born only after Snotlout had trained his dragon and the Riders had fought larger battles. You resented it, sometimes, just as much as you embraced it. It was a token of something else, a name perhaps mostly meant to show you how little you meant in the grand scheme of things.

“Like you’re much of a catch, either,” You shot back gleefully, roughly huffing away your discontent. It was easy to smother as you rolled your eyes and grinned for the first time in what felt like a long while, forcing the ends of your mouth tightly upwards.

Snotlout scoffed at you condescendingly, looking up at you with his arms crossed and stance stout, cocky as ever.

“I don’t have a dragon,” You grumbled under your breath, feeling scales catch against the rough padding of your fingertips, struggling to keep a hold as tough muscle writhed like silk between your fingertips.

You tossed down the Terror perhaps a bit too roughly, wincing as it caught on to your sleeves with dull claws, spine twisting as it made a valiant effort to land on its feet. It was by some miracle that it landed anywhere else, meeting flesh instead of dirt or hand, quickly grabbing hold of Snotlout’s face.

You hid your grin behind a pitiful wince, watching an already grumpy, irksome viking become frantic below. The Terror screeched as Snotlout hurried to try and push it off, shouting and irritated, both of them flailing around, fingers scrabbling at claws which dug into his jaws and cheek in turn.

His pain brought you joy. 

It was a malicious joy, one born partly from the feeling of victory, something small and petty left over from an old, fading rivalry, the other majority born from the fact that you'd been dragged along on a chore that had never been yours to begin with and it was his fault.

Your thighs relaxed slightly as you shifted, straddling a thick bark body and wooden spine. You sat up high in the trees, leaning against an old, heavy trunk, feeling the points of any branches and the folds of leaves pressing against you through your clothes, feeling quite loathed to make things easy for him.

It was by the hand of a tall, burlish woman that you’d been rushed into your quest, lips nagging with such an intensity you’d been startled into silence, pushing as if the crying mouth of her child had been a timer by which she had been bound and had then bound the two of you.

She had been quite standoffish and brash, preoccupied and frazzled, yet sharp- one of the more warrior types, covered in armor with large spiked helmets. The kind who, when they eventually had children with the least suited fathers, looked awfully out of place, busy and regretful. 

You were sure, in a few years, her kids would be quite the hellions. You almost felt a little bad for them, between your efforts to wipe their spittle from your face and back far enough  away with enough time to spare to keep your hearing intact.

So, you almost hadn’t held it against her. 

Of course, you were about the right age to be a Rider, the only demographic who was, in name, saddled with a duty to manage the dragons, to change the minds of many in favor of the good of all. However, you weren’t one, though you doubted she cared much at all what creed you belonged to as long as someone got her job done and it didn’t have to be her. 

You found conflict in the sentiment the same way you found conflict in the fact that you’d been robbed of any of the benefits of any title that came from living on Berk- you failed to understand why their hardships fell to you as well.

In regards to Snotlout, this was the one instance in which he’d offered no rebuke.

So, instead of leaving, which you supposed would have been a very viable course of action, and not at all because you had nothing better to do, you settled for trouble.

You smiled as the Terror left a particularly hard bite on Snotlout’s nose.

“You know what you need?” Snotlout complained, roughly tugging a branch from his shoe, hopping on one foot as he kicked aside a particularly feisty yellow-and-purple Terror.

“What?” You hissed, glaring at him stubbornly. Privately, for all the trouble it had wrought, you thought it served the little pest right. 

“You need a dragon.”

You snorted, looking down at your hands. You wondered when you’d stop being dragged along on chores with Snotlout. It was becoming a pattern. “A dragon?”

You glanced upwards. You had an idea of the load- of the tasks, the jobs, the chores, but good Gods. It was nearly getting to be too much.

“It would make things a lot more convenient. For me.”

“If you can get me one,” You rolled your eyes and your neck, shoulders cracking as you picked a long stick-with-leaves out of your hair. “I would be happy to have it. But I’ve not had very good luck yet.”

“Then-” Snotlout seemed to pause, but only momentarily before yelling again as the Terror launched itself at him again. 

You shook your shoulders loose then winced, stepping  forwards again, a pain both dull and blooming bursting through the sole of your foot. 

You lifted it up, hopping and pulling up your sole to see a hefty thorn stuck right in the middle, squinting, using dull nails to pick fruitlessly at it, efforts half hindered by the setting sun and dimming light. 

“Meet me back here tomorrow. If I’m going to be stuck with you, then-” Snotlout lifted a finger into the air, quite clearly still off-put by the terror’s attack, something odd and purplish bleeding where it had split skin.

He inhaled deeply before stumbling off the path.

You waited for a moment, watching, before shrugging gaily and deciding that it was probably fine. The paths here weren’t that steep, you knew.

“Sure,” You said simply, continuing on your way walking down the path. You decided that whichever foul soul thought Terrors would be a great starting dragon for the children deserved to be hung. 

You promised yourself you would give Hiccup a piece of your mind later.

“-Right, yeah, uh, so, I- well,” Hiccup said, shifting from one leg to the next, before stilling completely.

It looked like you’d caught him fresh from flight-and-crash as the browns of his leather were more mud than hide. His hair was a mess, more of an ugly bed-head than wispy and windswept, though you found it endearing all the same. 

“Hey,” You scuffed your feet awkwardly into the dirt. You had dressed lighter for the occasion, something less green and blue- you glanced down before staring straight ahead, meeting Hiccup’s eyes head-on.

There was an odd, reddened, blotchy quality to his face in a way he hadn’t had since he’d just started riding Toothless, before soft, land-bound skin had gotten used to the winds whipping past his cheeks.

You were careful not to stare too long lest you somehow accidentally revealed your affections, thin as a spider’s web though just as elegantly woven, spreading wide and reaching many parts of you you’d rather keep hidden. In many instances, you found it entwined with a braid of bitter something, knotting and pulling, weighted. In the moment, you were most focused on keeping your basket, and therefore its contents, out of view and out of discussion. 

Your nose twitched.

Dragon-training, to you, at least, felt as if it was a personal affair. In that sense, to involve hiccup, someone who was, at this point, an outside part, felt most definitely like interloping, and so, in that sense, he was most definitely not welcome.

Though you doubted he would, if he asked, you would loathe having to explain, or having to come up with an explanation for, well, anything. It felt sort of wrong to share something your heart urged you to hold so preciously, Snotlout aside, and so, in that sense, like most of your precious things, it was of the utmost importance that you keep it hidden.

From Hiccup to dragons, precious thing to precious thing, an affection prone to hurt and a bond intended to be, new and violate- perhaps it was exactly Snotlout’s apathy that made him easier to deal with, the certainly that each of his words would be just as biting, an equal amount sharp, all just as meaningless. The lack of hope a balm, each word more flat ground than a toe teetering on the edge of a string, wobbling and ready to fall either which way.

“Let me just-” You shifted to the side. The two of you were standing face-to-face in the open door to the newly minted dragon stables.

There was plenty of space for you to move, though you did so more to graciously cut through the awkward atmosphere, to split the spell that had broken between the two of you as of late, though you were hard-pressed to understand why.

You met each other step-for-step as you attempted to pass, and through that there was born a sparking frustration in your lower stomach. 

You weren’t sure where the feeling had come from, or maybe you were, but in that moment, you felt foully towards him. You cursed him, who had shown his face just as you had begun to muster up some excitement for something new, with the audacity to look so dazed and joyful after having the gall to leave you feeling so alone for such a long time over and over.

His fruitless search for things nearby would lead him to leaving, you were sure- leaving permanently without so much as a care or a goodbye, leaving you destitute, with nothing better to do than butt heads with petty cousins… if he didn’t take the cousin with him, that was.

“You should stop giving the children Terrors.” You wanted to say something worse, feeling sort of haughty, mouth twitching as you made a considerable effort to smother all the bitter feelings broiling in your gut.

“Uhm,” Hiccup nodded, twitching to life suddenly, as if he’d just come back into himself, “Right?”

You crouched behind a sizable rock, one hand clutching tightly at a sharp, pointed ledge, nose wrinkling at the sour smell of fish which had followed you even long after you’d discarded your hefty basket.

You were on the far side of the island where most of the dragons here lounged, unclaimed. 

Dirt and sharp pebbles ground into your palm as you peered over the top, rocky ledge giving way to reveal a vibrant, blue-looking Thunderdrum. It was standing in a way that was quite posed, on all fours stout as it nosed around in a small clearing, strong breaths pushing against a healthy dusting of grass with each exhale. 

Despite its oddness, it was quite frightening. The dragon was sort of small in the back, but its jaw was large enough to make up for it, and it had a large, beefy set of arms for a Thunderdrum, which made you a little nervous.

Its mouth opened oddly to grasp the small strands of grass and leaves, its neck clearly not built for that kind of consumption. It ended up tearing up dirt whenever it pulled too hard or bit too deep, and whatever it could get ahold of was only roughly nibbled before being quite accidentally dropped.

Thunderdrums didn’t come into the forest that often, so this was your lucky break.

Maybe it will work this time?

“Are you sure this isn’t going to be too much for us to handle?” You shifted, scales shifting against your own hand, which was feeling both quite damp and warm, slime dripping from the ends of your fingers onto the dry crushes of grass by your feet. 

You hoped you’d be able to please at least something with your meager offering before it gave your fingers wrinkled, though you were afraid you were much too late. 

Most of your morning was spent speaking away from Hookfang, who gorged himself quite readily on your catch, watching cautiously all the while as if he knew the two of you were about to do something stupid, yet too bored to do much to stop it. The rest of it was spent putting your ancestors to shame, failing at a great number of things- finding a dragon most particularly.

“Like I said. I’m not gonna help you tame some lame dragon,” Snotlout scoffed, “I don’t do small fry, small fry. So are you going to get it or what?”

“Alright, Chief, keep your trousers laced,” It took you a considerable effort not to make an ass of yourself as you spoke, scowling.

You furrowed your brows with determination, setting your jaw assuredly, shifting on your feet behind the rock. Snotlout peered over the top too, horns sticking out obviously over the edge of it.

“So I just, what- give it the fish?” You asked, half in a whisper, “Should I, like, toss it, or hand it over, or…?”

“How should I know?” Snotlout asked exasperatedly, at a pitch that was perhaps just a bit too loud, “Do I look like the ‘Dragon Master’ to you?”

He asked that last bit mockingly, shrugging his shoulders exaggeratedly, using his fingers to make air quotes.  

“Are you serious?” You asked, gritting your teeth. “But you have a dragon.”

“Well,” Snotlout shot back. The two of you turned to gripe at each other, barely noticing as you were overshadowed, though not caring very much as to what was doing it, “That’s wimp stuff. Hiccup did all the taming.”

You opened your mouth wide, tongue lit with a scathing rebuke. Before you could respond, a loud, malicious, echoey rumbling seemed to fill the air around the two of you.

Slowly, you looked up, shivers, dread and the phantom of a cold sweat gathering around your temples and your spine. You heard the shifting of fur against helmet that dictated that Snotlout was doing the same. 

“Oh, Thor.” You managed to squeak, staring up at a long row of sharp teeth and a wide, angry blue face.

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Life Eternal (part 2)

Can you see me longing for you forever?

Larissa Weems x former student fem!reader

A/N: Thank you to anyone who enjoyed the first chapter and asked for more! Still inspired by some of my life events. Title again from one of my fav Ghost song (you should really listen to it, just for some more angst).

TW: alcohol consumption

You have no idea how long the two of you stayed in each other’s arms, Larissa’s body gently swaying as she rubbed soothing circles on your back. You didn’t want to let go and it seemed like she didn’t either.

“We should go back outside.” Larissa eventually said but made no move to pull away from you.

Just one more minute, please.

“We should.” You agreed and reluctantly let go of the tall woman.

“Let me take a good look at you, it’s been so long.” Larissa said as her hand cupped your cheek to lift your head.

It took all of your strength not to close your eyes and nuzzle your face in her palm, instead letting your eyes roam on her face like hers did on yours. You loved everything about her. From her sapphire eyes to the dent on the tip of her nose to the scar that slashed through her lip.

“You haven’t changed at all.” You said when your eyes locked with hers again. You are still the most beautiful woman in the world.

“You have. You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” Larissa smiled and her hand dropped back to the side of her body, making you miss its warmth instantly.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you that lasted until Larissa eventually moved toward the door.

“Perhaps afterward we could visit the Weathervane for a hot chocolate? I would love to catch up and hear about all those adventures you’ve been on during those five years. Do you still like it with whipped cream and cinnamon?” Larissa offered, half turning to look at you.

I can’t. I can’t spend the evening with you as if I had never left. I can’t bare the thought of opening up to you. I can not let you build a nest inside my heart again, Larissa.

And there it was again, that look of expectancy in her eyes. Why did she keep hoping all those years, couldn’t she just forget about you like you had tried so hard to do about her? Had she even tried at all?

“I think I could use something stronger.” Was all you could answer. You should have said no, but you couldn’t disappoint her.

“Of course, I know a nice place downtown. I will take us there once everyone is gone.” Larissa gave a nod and opened the door, waiting for you to walk out of her office.

You were back in the yard in a few long strides, taking deep breaths of fresh air hoping it would ease the loud ringing in your ears.

You had no choice but to make small talk to a few people from your past when Enid grabbed your arms and dragged you to one of the tables. It seemed like everyone had settled into their life. Most had a nice job, were in a steady relationship and some were even married. As you found out, none of them were madly in love with a woman twice their age.

From time to time you’d look around the yard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Larissa’s tall figure, only for your heart to skip a beat each time your eyes met.

“Promise me you’ll call more often!” Enid said as she gave you a tight goodbye hug.

“I promise I’ll try.” You nodded, catching Wednesday smirking at your answer.

What a strange couple they made, you thought as they walked away into the parking lot. Opposite attracts. At least you hoped that was true, that might give you a chance with-

“Well, it looks like everyone is gone.” Larissa’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “You can wait by the car, darling, I just need to fetch my keys.”

You were surprised to see that she was still driving that old minivan, surely that thing should have been sent to the scrapyard a long time ago.

Larissa turned on the engine which in turn turned on the radio, Lovesong by The Cure instantly filling the car. Larissa moved to turn it off but you quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from doing so.

“Is it still your favourite?” She asked and you answered with a nod. Of course it was. It was the song Larissa used to introduce you to her favourite band.

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

You looked through the window and bit on the inside of your cheeks. Everything about this song reminded you of her.

“Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again.” Larissa softly sang along to the lyrics. “Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again.”

Her fingers gently drummed on the steering wheel and your eyes drifted to her face, your heart swelling with yearning when you barely audibly whispered the next lyrics.

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you

You sighed in relief when the song came to an end and Larissa parked the car outside the bar.

“I’ve been here a couple of times, it’s very cosy and usually not too noisy.” She said as she pulled the door to let you in.

The place was dimly lit, people sat in booths with seating made out of leather and velvet. There were mouldings on the ceiling and the wooden walls were covered in framed artwork. It felt chic, expensive and, you dared to think, a little romantic.

“Have a seat, darling.” Larissa said, her hand on the small of your back gently pushing you towards an empty booth.

“Do you remember the first time I had alcohol?” You asked her once you had settled down and the waiter had taken your order - a bottle of red, which Larissa picked, and an antipasti board to share.

“If I remember?” Larissa laughed and shook her head a little at the memory. “I felt guilty for weeks!”

It had been on your eighteenth birthday. The two of you had shared a glass of rosé and a piece of cheesecake that she’d bought from the Weathervane for the occasion. She’d made you swear that you wouldn’t tell anyone she had let you sip on her wine.

“Good thing I’m legally allowed to drink now, then.” You grinned when the waiter poured you a glass.

You weren’t sure wether it was a good thing or not, actually. Alcohol had a tendency to loosen your tongue, you had found out through the years, and you usually weren’t what they called a “happy” kind of drunk.

“To friendship that lasts, even after years apart!” Larissa smiled, raising her glass.

“To friendship.” You nodded and clinked your glass against hers. You would need more than wine if she used the word friendship again.

“So,” Larissa put her glass down after taking a sip. “Tell me everything, I want to know everything that you’ve done since graduating.”

So you told her. You told her about going to university and failing. Picking up another course only to realise mid-year that you didn’t like it. Twice. How you struggled to find your place, how nothing ever seemed to be distracting enough.

“What did you need to be distracted from?” Larissa suddenly cut you off, her chin resting on her hand as she listened to you.

You. I needed to be distracted from your memory. I needed to find something, anything to replace you. But to no avail. The heart wants what it wants, and mine wanted you, it still does.

“Who knows?” You shrugged and thanked the waiter who had just placed the food on the table.

“And now? Have you found what you were looking for?” Larissa asked, worry painted on her features. “I could always help if you need anything. You were a brilliant student, I’m sure I could find you a nice job if you let me give a couple of phone calls.”

Have I found what I was looking for?

“I go from job to job. It’s not as bad as it sounds. It gives me the opportunity to try many, many things.” You picked an olive from the board and popped it in your mouth, washing it down with a few sips of wine.

That’s when you noticed them, the two women sitting together in the booth at the back of the bar. One as young as you and the other one closer to Larissa’s age. They could have been mistaken for a mother and her daughter if it wasn’t for the fact that they had chosen to sit next to each other rather than one on each side of the table.

“Are you with me?” Larissa waved her hand in front of your face, your eyes immediately snapping back to hers.

She poured you another glass as well as one for herself and started talking again. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying, you really did, but after a few seconds, your attention was back on the two women across the room.

There they were, their hands gently intertwined, sharing soft laughters and stolen glances. Their connection was palpable, their love radiating like an aura around them. A pang of longing coursed through your body. How badly you yearned for something like this.

“Is everything alright?” Larissa’s hand was on yours now, her eyes searching for yours. “Why are you crying? You know that you can tell me anything.”

“Crying?” You repeated, your free hand moving to wipe your cheeks. When had tears started rolling down your face?

“Fuck, I can’t do this.” You said before emptying your glass and getting on your feet. You grabbed your jacket and pulled a few bills from its pocket, enough to pay for both Larissa and yourself.

“Wait-“ You heard the tall woman say but you were already on your way to the door.

Hot tears flooded your cheeks as you walked down the street, ignoring the tall woman calling your name a few feet behind you.

“For heaven’s sake!” Larissa grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “What is wrong with you?!”

“What is wrong with me?!” You laughed, tears still falling from your eyes. You needed to get away from her before your loosened tongue started saying things that you could never take back. “I’m going back to Nevermore, getting in my car and leaving this hell hole. Forever this time.”

If your words hurt Larissa, she didn’t let it show. Choosing instead to cup your face ever so gently. You had tried hating her, but how could you?

“Let me take you to a hotel. You will have a good night of sleep and we’ll talk in the morning. How does that sound?” She offered, her thumb caressing your cheek.

You silently nodded in agreement and Larissa pushed a small smile, her arm wrapping around your shoulder as she walked with you to the nearest hotel.

She took care of everything, booking the best room available and even paying for it. Asking the front desk to wake you up at nine the next morning.

“There you go.” She pushed the door to your room open and followed you inside. It was way too luxurious but you said nothing, grateful for everything she was still doing for you.

“Well, I should go back to Nevermore now.” Larissa said, hands clasped in front of her.

“Thank you.” It came out of your mouth as a whisper and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the tall woman again.

You held her close and tight as if it was the last time you would ever have the chance to hug her. And she held you back as close and as tight as you did as if it was the last time she would get the chance to hug you.

“No more tears.” She said when she eventually pulled away, holding onto your chin to look into your eyes. “There always is a solution, my darling, I promise. Whatever is bothering you now, we will find a way to fix it, together.”

Together. Surely that would fix you, you and her together.

Larissa’s lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before she wished you goodnight, reminding you to drink plenty of water to avoid a headache in the morning.

As soon as she was out of the room, you started sobbing again. You couldn’t help it, you had to get all of these feelings out or you would go crazy.

You fell asleep that night clutching onto the pair of leather gloves that Larissa had gifted you, holding them close against your chest hoping they would somehow soothe your aching heart.

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[ilovebubblegum]

hi finn! :) You’re the best writer i know. I know you are busy so I am pantiently waiting to read more of your wonderful stories ❤️ you make me so happy and whenever i’m having anxiety I can always read your stories and they make me smile 💞 ❤️💞

We Never Get Nights Like This (Joel Miller X Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was a request from someone on wattpad, hope you like it too! Thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 . Thank you for being patient and enjoying my stories. So glad to hear they make you smile and happy when you have anxiety. As someone who is also suffering from anxiety, I will do my best to entertain you! Sending you lots of hugs and kisses 😘

Life in Jackson had settled into a comfortable routine for you and Joel. The days seemed to blur together as Joel carried out his duties patrolling the outskirts and ensuring the safety of the community. You, on the other hand, spent your time caring for Ellie, your baby, and managing the household.

It was late at night when Joel returned from spending the previous night on patrol. He found you sitting on the porch, softly humming a lullaby to your baby. He sighed, a mixture of fatigue and guilt tugging at his heart. He had been absent more often than he'd like, and he missed spending time with his wife and children.

You looked up as Joel approached, a warm smile on your face despite the exhaustion in your eyes. 

"Hey there, stranger," you patted the space next to you on the porch swing.

"Hey," Joel replied, sinking down beside you. He watched the baby, cooing at his baby in your arms. 

"How's everything been?" He asked while you leaned your head on his shoulder, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten. 

"Busy with all the newborn stuff, but good. Just wish you were around more."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry." Joel's chest tightened with a mix of regret and affection. 

You reached over and squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault. We both knew what we were signing up for when we decided to stay here."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on your eyes. "Yeah, I guess we did."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you sat up straight. 

"You know what, though? How about we change things up a bit? Tomorrow, let's take a break from everything. Drop Ellie and the baby off with Tommy for the night and have some time just for us."

"You really mean it?" Joel turned to her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. 

"Absolutely. We deserve it." You grinned and nodded. 

The next day, after ensuring everything was set for Ellie and the baby, you and Joel went to drop your kids to Tommy’s. Thankfully, Maria wanted to help.

As the sun set, you and Joel found yourself having the time of your life. The crackling of a fire and the soft flicker of candlelight set the mood as they shared a candlelit dinner in your kitchen. You shared conversations and your laughter was infectious.

After dinner, you danced to the tune of a song playing on an old record player. Joel held you close, his hand resting against the small of your back as you swayed together. The worries of the outside world melted away as you reveled in each other's presence.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in each other's arms on the couch warming by the fireplace. Your fingers entwined as you shared tender kisses and touches.

“I missed you.” You hummed as Joel kissed your neck.

You giggled and caressed his salt and pepper hair. Joel smirked, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to lay down. You were now under his big and broad body. 

“Joel!” You were surprised at the sudden movement. 

“I missed you more.” Joel answered, then gave you a slow and passionate kiss, tongues intertwined.

You moaned as your hands wrapped around his broad back. Joel moved to lay beside you but the couch wasn’t big enough. 

*Thud*

Joel groaned as you fell on top of him on the carpet. Both of you giggled in each other’s arms. You gave him a peck because of his clumsiness. Then you slowly took your clothes off, freeing your bare breast.

“I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.”  Joel’s eyes were up and down admiring you. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw you naked in front of him.

Your cheeks redden as you heard his sweet words. Then Joel followed you and undressed himself. You lay yourself on the floor and Joel crawled on top of you. His head to your chest, hand holding your breast, sucking your nipple wildly like he was hungry for you. Well yes, he was hungry to taste you. You moaned, hands on his head and pulled his hair. Joel moaned.

You let Joel take his time touching you and he finally went down, spreading your legs wide open. You could see the hunger in his eyes when he saw your glistening pussy. He looked at your eyes as if he was asking for permission. You nodded and he started licking your pussy up and down, circling your clit. He was so good, he gave you shivers.  

“Joel..” You called his name softly.

Joel raised his head and looked at you. He knew you needed him to be inside you. He crawled to you, lips touching yours, letting you taste yourself. His hand stroked his hardened cock with your juices and pushed himself inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Joel groaned. 

He missed the way you taste, the way your pussy clenched on his cock, the sound you made  – he missed you. You moaned as he thrusted. 

“Kiss me.” You whispered to his ear.

Joel kissed you as soon as you told him too. You swallowed each other’s moans, enjoying one of the rarest moments since you had a baby and Joel being busy with patrols. 

Joel thrusted faster and deeper as he knew he was cumming. You knew you were cumming too. After a few thrusts the two of you came. Joel groaned as he came and he fell next to you, extending his hand behind your neck. You giggled and moved closer to Joel, your arms spooning him. You had never felt so good for a long time. 

"We never get nights like this," Joel whispered, his voice a mixture of contentment and longing.

You smiled and stroked his chest, "We should try to change that."

[mlbigbang2024]

Big Bang Etiquette: Tips for Writers & Artists Working Together

Sometimes it feels daunting to start talking to someone you don’t know on the other side of the world, particularly if you’re a little shy. Here are some tips to make your Big Bang experience fun and productive!

After all, it’s in everyone’s best interest to finish the fic and artwork. So we have tried to come with a handy guide. Hope this helps you!

For Writers:

1. Be Clear with Your Vision: Share your story ideas early. Let your artist know about key scenes or vibes that inspire your work.

REFERENCES, REFERENCES, REFERENCES: These are key to make sure that the artist understands what you are envisioning.

Pinterest boards can also be your friend.

Share your outline and your chapters as soon as possible so that the artist can start planning!

2. Respect Artistic Freedom: Trust your artist’s interpretation. Their unique perspective adds depth to your story.

Be Open to Surprises: Your artist may come up with ideas or visual elements you hadn't considered. Embrace their creativity as it often leads to a richer final product.

Constructive Criticism: If you’re unsatisfied with a piece, don’t be scared to speak up, but do so respectfully. Frame your feedback in a way that’s encouraging and helpful, like suggesting adjustments instead of outright rejections. 

3. Deadlines Matter: Stick to agreed timelines. Your artist is working around them too!

Plan Ahead: Keep track of all deadlines and set internal checkpoints to ensure progress is on track. If you anticipate delays, communicate early to find a solution together.

Be Reliable: Consistent and timely updates build trust and show your commitment to the partnership. If you meet your deadlines, your artist is more likely to do the same.

For Artists:

1. Ask Questions: Don’t hesitate to seek clarification on characters, settings, or moods. A little detail can spark the perfect illustration.

Dig Deep: Ask about character motivations, the tone of scenes, or any specific visual details the writer envisions. Even small things like the color of a character’s eyes or the style of clothing can make a big difference.

2. Share Progress: Show sketches or drafts early on. Feedback from the writer can steer your work in the right direction.

Step-by-Step Updates: Share your progress in stages—initial sketches, line art, color blocking, etc. This allows the writer to give feedback at each step, preventing major overhauls later on.

Encourage Input: Invite the writer to share their thoughts openly. Remind them that it’s easier to make changes during the sketch phase than in the final stages.

3. Be Flexible: Sometimes the story evolves. Adapt if needed and stay open to adjustments.

Offer Solutions: If a requested change seems challenging, suggest alternatives that stay true to the writer’s vision but might be easier or more effective artistically.

4. Respect the Story: Your art enhances the writing. Keep the narrative in mind and aim to complement the writer’s vision.

Stay True: Your art should reflect the mood and style of the story. Whether it’s lighthearted, dark, whimsical, or intense, align your artistic choices with the writer’s narrative goals.

For Both:

Communicate Regularly: Check in often, even if it’s just to say everything's on track.

Be Considerate: Life happens. If something’s going off course, let your partner know ASAP.

Celebrate Each Other: Acknowledge each other’s efforts. This project is a team effort—cheers to collaboration!

Ways To Get Conversation Flowing:

1. Artist

Ask the writer what inspired the story or how they come up with ideas

Tell the author your favourite scenes. The creation process takes a long time, and some writers miss getting the in-flow of kudos and comments from Ao3 for motivation. During this phase, you are their source of motivation!

2. Writers:

Ask why the artist why they liked your idea.

Tell them about yourself, anything from the Timezone you are in to help with communication or to what inspires you.

If you have something big coming up, like a holiday or an exam, let your artist know. Who knows you might find out you have similar interests!

3. Both: 

Talk about anything and everything! Compare head canons, your favorite episodes, maybe even your favorite fics!

Provide regular updates! Ask for feedback. It doesn’t have to be a complete work. You’re just providing each other reassurances that there’s progress!

Remember this is more than an event, this is FANDOM! And we are here to have fun and make new friends! 

[errihaienx]

first part (read the first part to understand the context my loves!) requested

A whole school year had passed since that fateful, embarrassing yet heartwarming moment. Rintarō's memories of that particular scenario were etched into his mind, every word and detail preserved like a treasured relic.

He has undergone significant changes since that time, perhaps fueled by the fact that it was his final year in high school. Over the past four months, he had caught only fleeting glimpses of you, mere encounters amounting to two or three times. In the depths of his heart, he believed that his once-ardent feelings were slowly fading away. Surprisingly, Atsumu concurred with this sentiment, but Osamu, the other twin, dismissed it as mere self-delusion.

"Rin? It's been such a long time! I've missed hanging out with youuuuu," your cheerful voice still sounds as vibrant as ever, except now it holds an even more endearing quality because he hasn't heard it in so long.

"Hey… yeah, long time no see…" Rintarō responded though he hesitated to include the word "cutie" that often danced on the tip of his tongue. Osamu's words haunted him—nothing had changed, not really.

"Didn't you miss me? I heard you almost won the finals! Oh my gosh, you've grown so much taller! How did that happen?" you bombarded him with questions, each one making his heart flutter. If anyone else had asked those same questions, they would have sounded obnoxious.

"Which question should I answer first?" Suna attempted to sound nonchalant.

"The first one! If you missed me…"

"Whoa, being a third-year from a different school has made you like this, huh…" Suna mused, reminiscing about his former shyness and how he used to freeze up whenever you were around. As he had grown, so had his feelings for you.

"I missed you too," he finally confessed, unable to hold back any longer.

"Alright, great! Now, answer the following questions."

"I don't remember," he lied, for he remembered everything all too well. He simply chose not to answer.

"You oldie," you playfully taunted.

"Meanie," he retorted, a small smile tugging at his lips.

With a smirk on your face, a curious thought crossed your mind.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you blurted out, "I heard… I heard you had a crush on me. Is that true?"

Suna's eyes widened in surprise, his normally composed demeanor momentarily faltering. The air crackled with tension as the weight of your words hung in the air. Time seemed to slow down, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

"Who in the world…" Suna's voice trailed off, disbelief washing over him like a tidal wave. Shocking didn't even begin to describe the whirlwind of emotions churning within him.

"Oh! Atsumu told me… But don't tell him I told you!"

Suddenly, it all made sense. Suna had led Atsumu to believe that his feelings for you had waned. It was Atsumu's cue to reveal to you that Suna liked you (though we all know it wasn't in the past tense, hmm).

"Oh… Well, he's right, though," Suna confessed, still avoiding eye contact. He simply couldn't bear to look at you, as your radiance was blinding.

"Really?" you inquired, your voice laced with a mix of surprise and hope.

"Yep," he responded, silently wishing he could tell you the truth—that his feelings for you remained, strong as ever.

His heart fluttered with anticipation as he dared to dream that his long-held crush on you could finally manifest into the reality he had yearned for all along—to be with you, to bask in your presence, and to embark on a shared journey of love and companionship.

A smile of genuine surprise graced your lips upon realizing that THE Rintarō Suna had developed feelings for you. The unexpected revelation sent a delightful jolt through your heart, causing your eyes to sparkle with curiosity and joy.

Playfully, you couldn't resist teasing him, your voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Looks like you have impeccable taste," you remarked, unable to hide the playful admiration in your tone.

Suna chuckled softly, the sound of a sweet melody echoed in the air.

"Well, I suppose I do have a knack for recognizing something special," he responded, his voice warm and inviting.

For almost two hours, you both immersed yourselves in a captivating exchange, sharing stories, thoughts, and laughter. Throughout the entire conversation, the smiles never left your faces. Each word spoken, each shared moment, only served to deepen the bond between you.

[l-starlight-l]

Forgiveness in the rain

A/n: switching it up and writing some atla. Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of burning

Description: You are surprised to see Zuko, the boy who you have a weird history with, working in a local tea shop. You don’t know how to feel, but confront him anyway.

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

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With Appa missing and the hovering Dai Li, the team was under a lot of tension. Ba sing sa was nothing like you thought it was going to be. The hope of getting the solar eclipse plan to the earth king vanished after the gala and now you had nothing. With no help from the earth kingdom winning this war would be a lot more difficult.

You’re usually an early raiser but this morning was different. You had slept way later than you meant to and had waste a good part of the morning hours. You quickly fixed yourself up and got ready for the day before exiting your room. When you walk out to the main area of your temporary home you see Sokka, and only Sokka which was unusual. He turned around hearing your footsteps and smiled. “Well good morning, you slept in late today” he warmly greeted you.

You let out a nervous laugh, “hey, where is everyone” you questioned while looking around the empty house.

“Well Aang was gone before I woke up, and Katara and Toph are have a “girls day”” he said making finger quotes when saying girls day.

Your heart hurt alittle, you were new to the group and they were still warming up to you but why would they not invite you out with them. Sokka could see what you were thinking and added “they wanted you to come but figured you needed your sleep”.

You just nodded trying not to think about it to much. “Aangs been going out so early, he’s going to tire himself out looking for appa” you were concerned about him, you knew appa meant the world to him. Sokka nodded his head in agreement. He was worried too.

There was a long awkward silence between the two of you. It not like you don’t like each other, it’s just that you don’t spend a lot of one on one with Sokka. So neither of you know what to talk about. Breaking the silence you ask Sokka if he would like to go to the market with you. He agrees, thinking he has nothing better to do and it may be fun. You two head off to explore the walled city.

After a few hours in the market you come out with necessary things like supplies and food. As well as unnecessary items like a hat to match Sokka’s purse and belt. You roll your eyes at his ridiculous purchase and decide to call it a day. You had over heard a shopkeeper talking about an amazing tea place and decided to try to find it.

After some searching you reach a small shop with a sign reading “The Jasmine Dragon” over the door. Sokka groans because ,as he’s mentioned multiple times on your way here, he hates tea and would rather go to a restaurant know for their perfectly cooked meat. You roll your eyes once again at this childlike boy. “Stop whining Sokka, I already told you we could go to the restaurant tomorrow” you try to silence his complaining as you walk into the shop.

The shop is pretty packet but lucky you find a table for two. The atmosphere is calming and fills you with serenity the second you walk in, which is much needed after the week you’ve had. A young brown haired girl comes up to take our order. You politely ask her for a cup of jasmine and order some pastries for the whiny baby across from you. When she leaves it becomes awkward again, you are horrible at making conversation and it seems Sokka just doesn’t know what to say.

A few moments later the girl comes back with your tea and explains that the pastries will be out soon. You can hear Sokka’s stomach from across the table. You laugh and take a sip of your hot tea. You eyes light up tasting what probably is the best tea you’ve ever had. Your mind drifted to when Iroh use to make you tea, it tasted just like this. You would have to come back often. You offer Sokka a taste, he makes a grossed out face and holds his hands out like the tea will attack him. He exclaims that he doesn’t want leaf juice, he’s learned his lesson drinking plants after the cactus juice.

You laugh and it goes back to silences, but it wasn’t awkward this time it was more comfortable. It seems that you two have started to warm up to each other a little more. You look around the small shop and take it all in. As your gaze drifts across a wall with a dividing curtain, you figure it leads to the kitchen. You’re about to move your eyes away when a farmilar face shows up. Your eyes widen as you watch the boy who has tried to kill you multiple times, go up to your sweet sever with a plate of cookies in his hand. Your heart races unsure of what to do as the sever points to our table. Your eyes met and he freezes. You look at Sokka who seems to be lost in his own world and then back up at Zuko. You drop your tea cup and it lands on the table. Sokka jumps up as his pant leg gets covered in hot tea. You also jump up still staring at Zuko who now looks more surprised. Sokka starts to look back to see what is distracting you but you grab his shoulder and it knocks you out of your trace.

“Oh my, Sokka I am so sorry like me help you” you say stressed. You raise your hands to the tea soaked area of his pants and bend the liquid out of the fabric and back into the tea cup. You then reach into your pocket and pull out a gold piece and leave it on the table. “You know what I think I’m feeling pretty hungry now, should we go to that meat restaurant” you say practically pushing Sokka to the door. He’s eyes light up and he rushes out the door leaving you behind. You stand there for a second looking at the floor then slowly turn your head to face him. He looks like the boy you knew so long ago. The boy you use to play with as a kid. He was lost after Zuko was banished, but now you can see he’s starting to come back. You can feel his change. He stares at you surprised, not knowing why you did that. Your eyes are sad and hurt, and you can tell he’s full with the same emotions. You hear Sokka call you and you rush out the door.

When you get back to the house later that night you see Katara and Toph dolled up and it makes you smile. Your glad they had a good time, even if you weren’t there. You look over and see Aang half asleep and you go over to him. “Hey, how are you doing” you ask. He looks at you, “I still haven’t found him, and the dai li are making it so hard”. You sigh and rub his shoulder in comfort, “why don’t you take a break tomorrow and I’ll go out and look for him”. Aang just nods and lays down to sleep. You hear the rest of the group saying their good nights and heading off to bed. You do the same but sneak out instead of sleeping.

You rush to the tea shop, your heart racing just thinking about what happen earlier. The lights are still on when you get there, you debate on going through the front door or seeing if there’s a back. As you creep closer you hear voices and laughter. An older man’s voice carries through your ears and you immediately recognize it as Iroh. You slowly opened the door and see a small group of men Sitting and drinking tea. They stopped talking and turned to you, one of the guys you didn’t recognize kindly let you know they were closed but Iroh got up and stood parallel to you. “Y/n?” He said softly, “oh I’m so glad to see your okay”. He holds out his arms for a hug and you run into his embrace. He holds you for a minute and you realize how much you missed him. You think he’s the only good thing that came from the fire nation. He lets you go and turns to the table, “this is my old friend y/n” he has a big smile and is so proud to introduce you. You shyly wave and say hi, then you realize why your here and look around attentively. “He’s in the back, why don’t you go say hi” he motions for me to go towards the curtain. You hesitate but go as he tells you. You pull back the curtain and see the back of a tall boy with dark hair scrubbing dishes, something old Zuko would never even think about doing. “Do you need some more tea uncle” he asks while wiping his wet hands off. As he turns you take a step back out of instinct, when he sees you his face goes white. “You” is all he can muster out. “Me” you try to hide the emotion on your face. You’ve always seen good in zuko, even when you were helping him hunt down the avatar. He was just a scared boy who wanted something he thought was taken from him. He starts to walk to you and you back up til you hit the wall. His hands are reached out to you in a concerned manner but in your head you see the hands that burned you months before. All you can think of to do is run, so you ran. You ran all the way back to the house, when you get there you sit on the steps trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t stop thinking about the last time you were that close to him. You had gone against his command and protected the avatar. You let aang and his group get away while trying to talk down Zuko. But that didn’t work and he ended up shoot a fire shot straight at you. He’s different now, you can feel he’s different you just need to get over yourself. You go inside quietly as to not get caught and try to get some sleep.

The next day you search for appa and it ends with nothing. You’ve searched the whole city and you’re sure aang has searched it more than fifty times. Appa is no where to be found. You wander the streets for a little before going back to the house. You walk past the Jasmine dragon and see Iroh out front. He spots you before you can sneak by. You go up to him and you can see worry in his eyes. “Yesterday you ran off without saying goodbye” he says. You just nod ashamed. “I understand why you may feel uneasy with Zuko but I also understand that you’ve forgiven him, even if you haven’t said it out loud yet. He wasn’t the same after what happened, he misses you but he’ll never admit it, I can tell”. you don’t know what to say, you just let his words resinate with you. “Thank you” you say quietly, and then look at the door and see it start to open. “Uncle what’s taking you so-“ he starts before seeing you and freezing. You look at him, you stare into his soul to try to see if he’s truely changed but you can’t tell just from a look. “Will you meet me later?” You mumble to him, he nods and you leave to go back to the group. When you get back it’s already dark, you have to deliver the bad news about not finding Appa but no one really seems surprised. Soon after everyone goes to bed and you sneak out once again. You begin to walk to a fountain you found your first day adventuring the city. Zuko is already there, you watch as he messes with his fingers and fixes his hair. He’s just as nervous as you are and it makes you smile. You walk up to him, and sit down on the edge of the fountain. He looks down at you with big eyes, you softly pat the spot next to you. He sits down trying not to be to in your space. There’s a moment of silence that feels both awkward and comfortable. “I’m sorry for running last night, I- I don’t know why I did” you apologize. He looks alittle surprised, “why should you be sorry I should be the one apologizing” he takes a breath and then let’s it all out, “I am so sorry for what happened that night, I’m a fool and never wanted to hurt you, it’s haunted me every since”. You don’t say anything at first, just to give him a hard time. You reach and touch his hand, “that wasn’t you Zuko, that was the rage you’re father has filled you with” you hover your finger over his scare. “You were so clouded by fulfilling a destiny that isn’t yours, I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago” you raise his hands to your mouth and lay a light kiss on them.

He’s face lightens at the touch. “Thank you, I don’t deserve this” he says in a whisper. You just shake your head and look up at the stars. They’re so bright tonight and you see it as a sign. Suddenly rain starts pouring on the two of you, you laugh as Zuko pops up from his seat. “Let’s get under some cover”, he locks his fingers with yours and try’s to pull you under a near by roof. You don’t follow him and take both his hands. “why, let’s enjoy the beautiful storm” before he can say anything you run deep into the rain. “Do you remember those dances we learned in school” you ask eagerly. he nods, “good” you say with a smirk. You place your hands in the respected places and he does the same. You start to move, spin, and become in sync again. He isn’t the best dancer and steps on your feet a few times but you don’t mind. You laugh and he smiles, your eyes are glued together. He shifts his hands so that they are on the small of your back and you happen to be closer than you meant to. You’re eye contact breaks for the first time that night as you look at his soft lips. You lean up and kiss him. He’s taken aback for a second, but only for a second then he’s kissing you right back. He moves his hands to you face, cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. A widow opens in one of the near by houses and an old women yells out the window “get off my street you punks”. You both freeze and she goes back inside. You break and laugh, he takes your hand, “my apartment is close let’s go”.

When you get there you see a well decorated, clean little apartment. You see Iroh asleep, and quietly creep by into what you think is Zukos room. You’re both soaking wet. You bend the water out of your clothes, and go to bend his but he’s already taken off his shirt. You blush but dry off his pants. “it’s raining pretty hard out there” he say suddenly looking really awkward, “why don’t you stay the night”. He scratches the back of his head waiting for you to answer. You blush and a small smile grows on your lips as you respond, “I would love to”. He smiles and you both lay down in his bed. You drift off to sleep to the sound of the storm.

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[chaosmax]

More on: “I’m so surprised more people don’t evaluate and compare & contrast Kaiba and Diva in relation to each other more often”

I'm looking at these pics side by side and either KT just straight up has a type of fav character design that he can’t shake himself out of OR this was on purpose to draw parallels between the two making them seem like shadow figures of each other/rivals/foils--

Both have a sleeveless coat, high collar, dramatic coat tail, pendant (or at least, I still solidly believe that KT just forgot to give Kaiba’s his, or perhaps you could argue that it missing has a symbolic reason or maybe to contrast with Sera and Diva who both have a small triangle pendant, turtleneck

Kaiba: silver/gray metal arm bracers, nothing special with hair sans when he’s dueling the duel gazer/headset is on his left, kneepads, belt, and his coat has the little spikes at the waist creating the flair of the spikes at his waist

Diva: gold bracelets, decorated hair with the longer strand on his right, wrapped fabric at the waist, spikes/flair at the end of his sleeves Also, nice framing with them literally in an inverted stance toward each other. And while on the Seto’s side it’s just himself and Mokuba against the rest of the world on Diva’s side he has all the kids that have joined the Plana at his back.

Like, I’m not an artist or visual director but all of these things are almost so 1:1 I highly doubt that we WEREN’T supposed to draw these connections. This seems to be visual cues galore.

And then for the meta/story side because I am first and foremost a story and writing evaluator:

When you really stop to think about it Diva and Kaiba are remarkably good character foils of each other with a lot of the same yet different methods, actions, flaws, weaknesses, and goals/motivations.

Motivations/Goals (those outside the main conflict of the film): Diva wants to create a new perfect dimension, a Utopia collective consciousness that the Plana would create and guide others to (this is more explicitly stated in the sub). And the Shadi and revenge thing, but more on that later.

Kaiba, (again most explicitly stated in the sub with Kaiba’s pre-tournament speech about how the new Duel Disk is meant to bridge the gap between people of all race/country/creed/etc. and the Transcend Game Manga) is trying to achieve a similar thing with his games and the duel disk. He states how the body is like a prison and these barriers between people lead to bloody useless wars. His connection via games is meant to escape that. He has a bunch of kids as the beta testers for their minds are the most imaginative. Kaiba is reaching for his own collective consciousness here but in a very different way.

Methods: Diva has complete confidence in the power of the Plana. He’s been told by Shadi about this great power and has seen it in action before he even receives the Quantum Cube himself. Diva and the rest of the Plana has seen that utopia the power of the Plana can provide (and Sera even showed Yugi a glimpse of it) but there is still that level of uncertainty in the creation of this new dimension. Sera states after Diva has gotten corrupted by the ring that the Cube has the power to create a new shining world of light, but if one drop of darkness gets in there the whole thing can be corrupted.

Kaiba has complete confidence with his tech. It is a simple equation of A + B = C. It may take it a while to get there, but there is a steady and succinct step-by-step process in his mind on how to get to point A to point B. And if he runs into a roadblock one way he explores another solution--as seen by when the Dimension Ascension had its safety limits in the World of Duel Links his focus became entirely on the puzzle, and then from the puzzle to the Duel Dimension System (it’s not a time machine i s2g if I see that one more time I will sCream. Atem recognizes him. He wouldn’t if it’s a time machine. It’s the darkside of dimensions, not the darkside of time travel). Kaiba’s methods are calculated and testable. There’s a scientific process to his approach.

Actions: They have very similar goal when it comes to the wider global scope, and yet intact that goal in different ways, despite both believing they are right in their own solutions even though this point never came up between them (but did between Diva and Yugi). Diva has seen paradise and that’s all he’s interested in until Yugi challenges him about building that paradise with everyone instead of gifting it to a few.

Aside from that conflict point though, Diva and Kaiba are pretty similarly ham-fisted when it comes to their actions once the plot of DSoD kicks off. Kaiba stomps around Domino City as he sees fit, he faces his challenges head on. And he is pretty clearly 100000% done with magical things running his tournaments and creates a counter for both of Diva’s Plana powers without much of a snag.

The Duel: Then of course they duel each other. And in this direct challenge they are pretty evenly matched. Kaiba, who the audience knows is a powerful duelist at this point dishes out powerful attack after powerful attack and even has new, stronger monsters to fight with. Yet Diva finds a way to avoid or redirect those attacks, even being bold enough to have an attitude that feels like he’s toying with Kaiba. While few others can go toe to toe with Kaiba in a duel the match was heavily going in Diva’s favor until Seto managed to summon Obelisk by picking up with the trace memories/wavelengths in the tomb.

Death and grieving: Both of them are trying to deal with the fallout of the death of someone that played a big role in their lives, but how each of their plotlines resolve for this are opposite at the end. Despite Diva’s actions to try and get rid of Bakura being against everything Shadi taught him and the rest of the Plana kids and even Sera and Manny trying to talk him down from it he doesn’t listen. Diva gets so caught up in the pain he’s feeling instead of what he knows. He’s eager to be able to blame someone for Shadi’s death he’s ignoring that Ryou Bakura is likely not the same as the ring spirit. But when confronting Ryou and realizes the truth he can’t ignore it anymore and he lets Ryou go and the glow of the cube fades. (Remember, it was the appearance of the corrupted Manny that caused the banishment of Ryou, not Diva himself, I see this getting mixed up quite a bit) And then he is able to start to fully move past his fixation on revenge.

But Kaiba hasn’t been able to make that progress himself. Even after Yugi reassembles the puzzle himself and shows it’s empty Seto keeps hounding Yugi, spitting cruel words and still refusing to believe that Atem isn’t still within Yugi. Then, even after Atem temporarily returns that isn’t enough for him to complete his grieving process, he finds a way to travel across dimensions for one last duel.

Flaws: Seto and Diva share some weaknesses in their ambition, ego, and arrogance yet at the same time it’s a situation of the pot calling the kettle black. Due to their own respective power they both think they’re invincible. Diva shittalks Kaiba’s egotistical actions of taking over Domino City and creating his own version of a collective consciousness within Duel Links. But Diva is doing a similar thing himself by how he’s dictating who should have the right to exist and even erasing people just for standing in his way like Jounouchi. Yet at the same time Diva thinks the power of the Plana is unstoppable and plain incompressible to anyone who is not apart of it--something that he gets a rude awakening for when Kaiba deflects his attempt to distillate him in the tomb and then later when Diva gets captured.

And then Kaiba gets knocked down a peg when his duel with Diva is a close one and then again when he has to team up with Yugi in order to defeat Diva’s corrupted form.

The character paths Diva and Seto are on through dsod are very similar. The characters are alike, but different. They have plenty in common to draw comparison to yet also differences that foil each other many steps of the way. And I just find this neat ™ and am surprised there isn’t more talk about these two in relation to each other when there’s so much crossover and they’re honesty the main two opposing forces of the film. Like there is so much going on here  TwT

[ewanmitchelll]

•Wait for me…•

Imagine it’s 1944, Aemond goes to war and he parts without knowing your feelings for him. What then?

Warnings: N/P= the name of the place of your choosing. Y/C= your college course.

Recommendations: “Wait For Me”, Kings of Leon. “Thinking of You” and “The One That Got Away” by Katy Perry.

***

The year is 1944. War is carrying further, leaving destructions everywhere, anywhere with little hopes of coming to an end. It has become part of the routine to turn the tv and see the images of bombs, armies marching against the other, scenes of extreme violence and sadness.

You, on the other hand, try to avoid watching. It’s bad enough to live in such scenario, worse to allow oneself to live with hopes. As you grow in your teenage years, you spend time with the Targaryen family in a small village located in N/P, United Kingdom. Though the big, white mansion is the summer house of that family, you more than often are seen around them.

And though everyone seems to think you and Helaena are the best of friends, it’s by Aemond’s side you are seen the most: whether riding a bike together, climbing trees or even studying.

You two know each other so well that even his mother once remarked:

“You know, Y/N. I’ve only seen Aemond smiling widely when he’s around you. Not even his family has earned such privilege.”

At which you blushed and appreciated the consideration. But even so the Targaryens are like your second family, so you feel free to be yourself around them.

So now you are getting close to celebrate your 20’s and you are about to get to university to study Y/C. Under a cork tree, right in front of the lake, you and Aemond are talking about it.

“So I want to become a y/c”, you tell him, placing your curls behind your ears, making sure not to have your hair a complete mess when you are around him, a sudden concern you try not to pay attention this much. “And after a lot of conversation with my father and my mother, they agreed! I thought they wouldn’t, but they did!”

Aemond, in turn, is surprised to find sadness upon such news. Yet, he masks well when occupying himself with lighting a cigarette.

“Does this mean you are leaving to US?”

“What? No. I wouldn’t dare to go that far”, you mumble shyly, looking down at your hands and missing the side, shy smile when he casts you a relieved glance. “You know I cannot afford crossing the ocean and establish myself.”

And yet, despite his selfishness, he finds himself saying:

“You know we could always help you. You are practically a family, Y/N.”

You smile at him and your heart skips a beat when he smiles too. Uh-oh. Oh you wish you haven’t noticed that when he is happy, your heart swoons as a result.

“I appreciate it, dear Aemond. But I wouldn’t ask you this. I.. I prefer to stay.”

“How come? There is so much you could do. I mean, I would go if I had the opportunity”, he grumbles.

You shoot him a hurt glare despite being aware that he has a complicated relationship with his father and his elder sister.

“What about me?”, you hear yourself saying and almost instantly you wish you had not opened your mouth.

But Aemond scoffs at you.

“I would take you with me, of course”, the Targaryen smiles gently when seeing you blush.

A pleasant sight to behold.

If only you knew, though…

“Well, we could always run away together despite the darkness this world has been plagued to.”

“I’d like that. Don’t see why not.”

“You are quiet today”, you remark, leaving your spot to join his side. “What’s been happening?”

Aemond sighs heavily. Looking at the horizon, he at first refuses to look at you, but you are patient. Very gently you put your hand over his shoulder and rub it.

As you wait, your eyes linger at his long silver hair, his long face with lilac eyes that often hid from others what you could easily perceive: his kindness, sense of duty, gentleness to others, loyalty to his family. Where people judged his pride, you’d find him reserved, preferring quiet occasions than lousy ones.

Oh damn it, Aemond. I think I’ve fallen for you.

The realization knocks your heart down, specially aware that you’d never be his type: he’d been in a long relationship with an older woman named Alice Rivers for about five years and the break up wasn’t easy—despite the evident relief in his family, who clearly disapproved the match.

So you remove your hand and look away, thoughtful, but nothing is yet to remain the same when Aemond, feeling the cold on the spot he appreciated the warmth of your touch, gives you the worst news you could expect.

“You know, Y/N. There is something I haven’t had the courage to tell you.” He hesitates.

You look at him, already distressed when he is careful with words—knowing Aemond is not, like when you witnessed him shouting at his older sister Rhaenyra for trying to teach him lessons about dating an older woman when she hooked up with her own uncle—, for something bad is happening. As you predict, it does.

“Yes? Aemond, darling, what is it?”

He cannot look you in the eyes when saying:

“I-I’m going to fight in the war.”

You don’t even realize you shout.

“WHAT?”

You don’t realize you start sobbing.

“W-WHY? No, Aemond! No!”

Aemond swallows his own tears before pulling you to an embrace, forbidding you to flee from his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I…I was a coward”, he speaks softly to you. “I’m sorry, Y/Nickname. I really am. But I had no choice upon this matter.”

You cast him a hurtful look without parting the embrace, his arms so tight around you that even if you wanted to, you could not get away so easily. You hug him in return, not saying a word as you two stay like this for a long while.

You understand his motivations, but you blame yourself for expecting… What exactly were you expecting, though? That one day he’d find out you have feelings for him and suddenly you’d replace Mrs Rivers in his affections? That the war would never find you and part one from the other?

“What are you thinking? Please talk to me”, he begs you, cupping your face when looking for your eyes.

“I…”

There is so much you wish you could say. But believing to be far from reaching his heart, you are stuck with your words. What comes out of tongue disappoints Aemond, whose thoughts mirror yours.

“Why must you go? This is not your war to fight.”

“You know I cannot refuse. My father’s influence along my maternal grandfather’s managed to prevent my participation in the front.”

“I bet Aegon kept instigating you about it”, you remark with evident displeasure.

“He always sought glory and in many ways, distorted these might be, he is dutiful. He’s been sent to Germany, however, and so far it’s not been so bad.”

You shake your head.

“Come on Y/Nickname”, says Aemond rather anxiously. “I must do what is expected from me. Lots of men are doing so.”

Your eyes are full of protest, Aemond can tell they do, but your gentle nature softens it.

“As long as you come back to us whole, well and alive.”

Aemond gives a smile before taking your hands and kissing each, which makes you giggle.

“I promise you, Y/N. I promise you I’ll come back.”

And he is yet to say something—his impulsiveness seems to realize that he must profess how ardently he loves you before he goes to war—when Lord Otto, his grandfather, comes after you.

“So is it here your secret spot, children?”, the older male laughs away as you two instantly part from each other, and he finds quite absurd how you can’t see what is evident to everyone. “Well, I lament to intrude but Aemond, General Lannister is waiting for you. Apparently you are needed urgently. Your poor mother is already weeping.”

Lord Otto nods at you and there is little time to say anything. Aware how Aemond is colder in front of his relatives, you expect nothing but a quick goodbye. But Aemond hesitates. All he does, though, is look into your eyes, seeing something in them.

I wish I could investigate what there is in your y/c eyes, Y/N. I wonder if you feel the way I do… May God spare me and let me know if you when I come back.

Thoughts that do not, however, reach out for his tongue.

“Take care, Y/N. I’ll see you around.”

He knows… Aemond knows that, without waiting for your response, the moment he turns, you’ll weep. He is forced to swallow his own tears.

And he is right. You are left in silent tears, hating yourself for never telling how much he means to you.

***

A year later… Oxford University.

You don’t move on. You simply cannot, in spite of the appearances. In spite of dressing a long blue skirt and a red-white short sleeved shirt. In spite of putting those Mary Jane’s black shoes and carrying your notes everywhere. In spite of conceding dances to other gentlemen such as Mr Alex Velaryon.

But no gentlemen match your beloved Aemond, your best friend, whom you loved since you were a child. Who went to fight a war and never again you heard news from him.

Because you started to study y/c at Oxford University. Because the Targaryens never again came back to the village you were raised. Because war ruined your dreams.

Your hair is shorter, filled with curls in the manner of these days. You like the fashion. It helps making you feel alive—because part of you left with him.

He is not dead. I know in my heart, Aemond. I know you are alive.

But there are moments your heart is heavy with regret and remorse for never telling him how you feel. So you write this in your journal:

“I should’ve told you what you’ve meant to me. So now I pay the price. In another life, I would make you stay so I don’t have to say you were the one that got away.”

You, however, wait. Specially when news of the end of the war reach your ears. It’s a great relief and everyone is naturally overjoyed. Classes are ended before time and you are allowed to visit your family.

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond is on his way home. He has missed an eye during the conflict, but he is going back as a war hero. Despite the traumas he’s got to deal with, all he cares now is to find you.

Aemond too collects remorses. War has changed him, his perspectives...and mostly taught him that there might not be tomorrow. Losing an eye is nothing compared with the possibility of losing you.

"You are too quiet, Aemond", so says Aegon. "Are you seriously letting it affect you? If I survived this shit, so will you."

"Each to their own", grumbles Aemond. "You became a drunk man, Aegon. How does that make you feel better?"

Aegon pats his brother's shoulder and says:

"Each to their own", he repeats his words.

But they do share the relief of coming back home. By the time they are dropped at the Targaryen mansion, the brothers are surprised to find their father waiting for them next to their mother.

"My boys!", it's Alicent who runs in their direction.

It's a moment to count their blessings, indeed. Even Viserys leaves pride aside to acknowledge he hasn't been the best of parents. Reconciliation is a most prudent path to take, the first steps to heal old wounds.

But as much as Aemond wishes to take part of it, the urgences in his heart cannot wait any further. So he excuses himself from his family.

"My son!", exclaims Alicent in perplexity. "Where are you going to?"

Aegon smirks, but it's Helaena who responds:

"Oh, he is going to purchase his lady's heart at long last!"

***

You are twirling in your swing, finding the celebrations boring. You are not in the mood to tolerate your family, and their constant implications you are in the age of marriage. Your cousin even went as far as telling how he got over the first woman he fell in love.

Ugh. Their assumptions are so unwelcoming and out of place.

However, you do feel sad when considering the possibilities of your life had you told him how you felt.

Not to know makes difficult to move on.

Yet, every doubt dissipates and with it, the shadow of the reminiscent sadness when a very known voice is heard:

"I never thought I would find my lady in such a state."

When looking up, you find Aemond himself standing before you. He is dressed in his old uniform and there is a mix of anxiety and concern in his lilac eyes when staring at you.

Your heart races, but you hesitate.

“Is that a phantom that stands before me?”

He takes your hand, tears emerging in his eyes.

“Is this touch not real enough for you? Oh, madam, what other proof is enough to dissipate any doubts about my return?”

You promptly stand and hold him tight, all the whilst Aemond breathes in relief and lifts you in the air, spinning you around.

“I told you I would come back for you, silly head.”

You giggle amidst tears.

“It’s really you!”

“One eyed, indeed, but me!”

And words come out just like that.

“I love you all the same, Aemond.”

It’s when his face brightens that you notice what you said. And you pale at once.

“Y/N…”, Aemond smiles the brightest at your reaction. It’s so much better he’d ever conceived how it was gonna be. “What did you say?”

You untag yourself from his embrace, turning abruptly on your back, detesting to feel that old anxiety that plagued your teenage years about anything that was out of your league—and Aemond had always been one of those things, at least according to your judgement.

“I didn’t say anything.”

But he turns you at him, making you look at him.

“I heard you well. Why are you running away from me? I told you I would come back for you, didn’t I?”

You swallow hard, specially when he cups your cheeks and, caressing each, makes you look at him.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname. I’m sorry I took so long to admit it.”

“I thought you loved her”, you whisper, leaning into his touch.

“I thought it too, but when it comes to you… Good God. I was afraid you were married by now”, he says, afflicted.

You smile gently, placing your hands all over his chest.

“My heart has always been yours.”

“You waited for me”, Aemond smiles back.

“Of course I did. I will always wait for you.”

“As I will always come for you, my wife.”

You smile brightly.

“My husband.”

And so he pulls you for a kiss, sealing your destiny for good.

[idkelly]

RED NAILS

• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me •

CHAPTER ONE

A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.

The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.

Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.

"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"

 (Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."

"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.

Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."

"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—

"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."

"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"

"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."

 Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."

 The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.

"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."

 "I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.

"The job?"

 "A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."

"What else?"

"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."

(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."

 "Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay,  what else?"

"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."

The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

 "It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf. 

 It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.

 The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.

 Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.

They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.

Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?

This is the place where we wait?"

 "Think so."  The older man answered.

And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool

"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"

 "Not much," (Yn) said.

 "It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.

 "You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—

"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.

"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.

 "A Delicio"

"Sorry, what?"

"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.

The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"

 "A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."

 “Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”

 "You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added

 Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.

“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.

Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.

Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.

These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!

 After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."

Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.

As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."

"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."

"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"

"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.

"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“

"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.

"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"

 The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."

 Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy

 Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.

 "All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."

 "But we need three guys."

“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.

The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.

 A red truck finally made its way over; Yn  was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.

"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"

"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit." 

And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.

Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.

 shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.

"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn)  to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.

 "Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.

As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.

He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.

 The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.

In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."

"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."

"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."

The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.

"What’s your name?"

"Why should you know?"

"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.

"mike hermentrout"

"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.

 "Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.

as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"

“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"

"Maybe another time."

[roturo]

Can you pls write a story where in idol hueningkai is your secret bestie (kinda like his family knows you and ur super close to his mom,sisters n his mom is the biggest shipper of both of ya'll but the twist is none of txt is aware about this...they know he has a special friend but never knew it was a girl or it was y/n)..during holidays u both go on a family vaca where in you both share a room which is common but you both get drunk (y/n has low tolerance, kai is still aware) and land up kissing n making out!! txt members plan to surprise kai but land up witnessing him cuddling u n sleeping and get shocked instead

LOVE ME LIKE THIS

HUENING KAI X F!READER - FRIENDS TO LOVERS.

WARNINGS: NONE.

*Eomeomin (어머님): Reffering to a mother of someone else*

You were a huge fan of Tomorrow x Together, the famous kpop group a lot of girls wished they knew them personally.

Which, luckily, you were one of those. You had met Huening Kai, the maknae of the celebrated group, you both know eachother through mutual friends & family, and bonded over love for music.

The thing was, nobody in TXT knew about your friendship with him. The only ones who knew were Kai's family, which, you were really close with. Kai's mom was especially fond of you and would often tell you that she wished Kai would end up with someone like her.

Which you only laughed at that, how could someone like you, be with someone like him?, attraction grows without you knowing, he deserves someone that’s on his “level”

“Now let’s stop joking eomeomin*, you know I can’t be with him, and they won’t let me be with him. And we’re just friends! Nothing else” You said while giggling and trying to stay still while painting her nails since you were going on vacations together.

“Oh well, we had known eachother for years now y/n! Both of you definitely have something going on, I can see it, the way he looks at you and talks about you it’s so-“

You cut her off trying to hide the fact you were dying of embarrassment.

During the holidays, your family and Kai's family went on a vacation together. You and Kai ended up sharing a room, which wasn't anything new as you had shared a room before on previous vacations.

But this time, things were different. On your second night there, your family and his were celebrating TXT’s new album and both of you got drunk. You had a low tolerance for alcohol, while Kai was still in control, which seemed kinda of funny for him, but this time things went different.

As the night went on, both of you could feel even closer than before, dancing together, feeling eachother, something was in the air? or why does Kai looks more appealing than before? His lips looked even puffier and prettier, not even a minuted passed and you felt his lips on yours, that made you leave a small whine, surprised at the sudden act, he still continued kissing you and you were just at his mercy.

Continuing the kiss, both of you find yourself at your shared room, kissing eachother, leaving his lips for a moment to breathe, you tried to kiss him again, but he stopped you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong” You asked, worried that he thinks this is all a mistake.

“No. It’s that I just been fantasying this moment for ages that I have to make sure it’s really happening.” He said, while holding your waist and hiding his face on your neck.

“I’ve been too scared to say this Y/N, but I think I have fallen in love with you. Finally found the missing piece for peace in my heart, it was you.”

“Kai… We both know this isn’t possible, your world is really different than mine, you’re an idol, we can’t be together.”

“I know, but we can make this work out, just love me like this, and you know i’ll love you right back.”

With that, your lips finally connected again, feeling the love both of your have hidden through the years, you couldn’t get enough of each other. Both of you get on the bed, lips not leaving the other.

“Love me like this, always.”

“And i’ll love you right back.” He answered.

The next morning, both of you woke up feeling embarrassed and confused remembering the night before. Even though, both of you still felt a little shy around the other, you couldn’t be apart, he was playing with your hair while you were sleeping beside him. Little did you know that the other members of TXT had been planning a surprise visit to see Kai and celebrate all together.

As they walked into the room, they were expecting to see Kai alone. But what they saw shocked them. They found both of you sleeping together calmly.

At first, they didn't know what to think. They couldn't believe their eyes. But as they processed the situation, they realized what had happened.

Kai had finally found someone he cared about, and it was you all along.

A/N: OMGGG, so this is my comeback ig? 😭 Hope you like it! I’m still a little rusty, but I hope I can get better! I loved making this! Please request more of txt! Love the fluff! 🩷

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Violet: Chapter 4, Holy Adoration

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Chapter 4: Holy Adoration

Several weeks later Will sat in his office reviewing the essays of his students and tabulating their grades. He was making good progress until he stopped at a paper filled with that familiar, peculiar handwriting. 

“Violetta Vespero,” he sighed out with exasperation, putting her work aside until he could finish the others. He always had to brace himself and come to her work last. Her arguments and research were detailed, specific and relentlessly sharp.

He often saw her in the campus library long after hours, the creamy white pages of open books arranged in front of her over the long mahogany table in an extensive tidy row. Rather than sitting, she would stand, scurrying from one volume to the other flipping pages, rearranging, making notes. There was something about it that made him think of a surgeon walking back and forth over an operating table, precisely poking, prodding, slicing, and removing vital parts. It was as if her mind wouldn't allow her to sit still, and she wanted the vast hall to herself for this strange scholarly dissection. The first time he visited the library in the wee hours, after being plagued by insomnia and the noise of the city for several nights, he found her there. The overwhelming surprise of her engaging in this unusual ritual stopped him abruptly in his tracks as their eyes met. He was dumbstruck and frowned quizzically for several moments before he finally said, “You're not supposed to be here this late.”

“Neither are you,” she quipped back, then said wryly with a hint of a crooked grin and an arch of her eyebrow, “I won't tell if you don't.”

He couldn't help smiling faintly and blushing, though he had to avert his eyes to the floor under the acuity of her scrutinous stare. He was embarrassed to be seen in his disheveled leisure clothes and uncombed hair. “We have a deal then, Miss Vespero,” he replied, carefully hiding the amused boyish giddiness from his voice and trying in vain to hastily smooth his tangled hair with his hand.

From then on they would simply nod in acknowledgment to one another and then ignore each other as much as possible, leaving the other to whatever was occupying them. She would smirk as she noticed how he now combed his hair and wore more presentable clothes for his visits. Will would still always feel a bit sorry for disturbing something apparently sacred and solitary. It was as if he were intruding on an intensely private act (though she was probably doing the work he himself had assigned her). In any case, her presence didn't stop him from his nocturnal outings. Though he was reluctant to admit it to himself, he looked forward to finding her there. Though they were mostly respectfully silent towards each other, he felt as if they had an understanding; a tacit agreement that it was rather nice to be alone together.

One evening he strode in as restlessly as usual, ready to acknowledge her with that curt nod, then rush to research whatever new topic had sunk its teeth into his boundless curiosity. To his surprise, a tray containing a teapot and two cups was laid out neatly on the table beside her row of books. Violetta wordlessly poured a cup for him, placing the warm porcelain in his chilly hands. “Thank you,” he eventually stuttered out, with the most innocent and endearing smile of gratitude at the simple gesture. She was utterly disarmed by those blue eyes becoming so soulful and soft, but tried with all her might to seem nonchalant.

She simply nodded and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, saying “It's nothing,” and returned to her research. Merely recalling the episode made him grin irrepressibly. Will Ransome was a man who found joy in small kindnesses. He saw it as evidence of humanity's persistent goodness. It was the same joy and awe he felt from learning more and more about this intricate and amazing world his God had created. In these moments he found grace, divine presence, and if he was lucky, peace. Did she find the same? Did she seek the same?, he wondered.

He came back to his task, flicking through more essays with swishes and scratches of paper and pencil, but it wasn't long before he was dwelling on the puzzle of her again. Will thought it was a shame that her gender precluded her from the study of law. She would have been magnificent in such a profession. She is magnificent, he thought, and it made his neck uncomfortably warm under his clerical collar. But it was more so the Violet of the daytime, the classroom, whom he could see as a mercilessly sharp lawyer, not the Violetta who carefully handed him a cup of tea at midnight. In those late library sessions she seemed the smallest bit softer, less defensive, more relaxed in their solitary solidarity.

She was different in lectures by the light of day, more on edge and anxious...but then again, so was he. It wouldn't be exactly fair to call her an irritating student. She was polite enough, never really doing anything wrong or rude. She was just...what? He couldn't be sure. Never content with the easy answers, she would ask unabashedly if she didn't understand. She spoke up firmly and fiercely when she wanted to know more or if she disagreed with his reasoning or arguments, but never forgot her manners.

At first she was most likely to debate him in the religious classes, however, one day, abruptly, she simply ceased to. He discovered her silence frustrated him more than her restless inquisitiveness. Will found himself missing her challenges, looking forward to her presence, her persistence, her temperament, like craving a too-sharp fingernail to scratch a stubborn itch. The thought that she might have stopped pushing because she no longer found his lessons interesting or valuable wounded him more than he anticipated.  

As he looked over his grade book, he was not surprised to see the accumulated evidence of her brilliance. In almost every topic she was extraordinary. He hated to admit that she was surpassing his own skill and knowledge in several subjects. What was he going to do with her now? He thought with a huff. She was remarkable in everything, except the divinity lectures and biblical studies. He scowled at the grade book. Ms. Vespero's marks had been steadily declining in that area, not failing by any means, but clearly settling for mediocrity when she was capable of so much more.

It needled him deeply for her to waste potential. They would need to have a meeting about this. It couldn't go unaddressed, he decided, though he realized many of his colleagues would never bother. They had no qualms about dismissing female students as simply debutante fuel for a social engine and nothing more, not to mention their means to a salary. He heard how they complained about these young ladies during their flavorless communal dinners; shameless crotchety old men who hunched over their plates and desks, bitterly refusing any concession to new ideas or creative thinking. He scowled and shook his head at the thought. Must my gender be full of such Neanderthals? Or worse, is that my future as a man of God?

Will was, honestly, a little afraid to confront Miss Vespero, but hoped she would appreciate that, at heart, he was advocating for her success against such backwards men. The reverend was silently cheering her on to prove them all wrong. He hoped she would best them. She was certainly besting him in alarming ways.

Reverend Ransome could guess how she would meet his gaze when he confronted her; dark brows knitted in suspicion below thick waves of hair held up with a pencil, arms crossed defensively, large dark eyes blazing away like coals. She wasn't loud. She wasn't mean. The girl simply didn't bother being more solicitous than necessary, and he always got the feeling she was speaking to him from behind a jagged wall of defensive wit. There was a loneliness about her, and he recognized it as the same sort of specter that haunted himself; the sort that whispers in one's ear, This is a deliberate choice and it's better this way.

Will shook his head, uneasy with the amount and frequency of moments he'd begun to spend thinking of Violetta Vespero. The parson hated to call her Violet, with a full name that beautiful and fitting. He smiled a little at the corner of his thin mouth, and recalled with a crinkle of his eyes, how she would always incorporate some shade of purple into her attire, and when he came closer to help her, he would smell the lush woody scent of her fine violet perfume. These seemed to be her own little inside jokes to herself, for herself; her own little rebellion of maintained, tangible identity in a place trying to remake her. He closed the grade book, and finish up for the day, trying to ignore how even her paper intoxicated and excited him with the scent of her.

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