#he stayed sober the entire time. even though withdrawal was hard

[lacefuneral]

you know disco elysium is a good game because i'm willing to play through the exact same plot and side quests and puzzles over and over and over again. not to solve a murder mystery but because i'm fascinated with trying out alternate universe versions of harry du bois

what if he was a centrist honor cop that is also an outspoken feminist that chainsmokes. what if he was a sloppy sloppy party boy drunk doing every drug he sees, and he thinks the world is going to end. what if he was a horribly bigoted fascist - how does he exist in this world with a gay partner of color, how does he reconcile his white supremacist beliefs with that of measurehead's black supremacist beliefs (which he ends up adopting)? what if he was an outspoken communist bisexual that actively hates being a police officer at every single step and is going to resign the second the game ends, and he's been sober the entire time? what if he has 1 in every skill and spends his entire time crying, throwing up, apologizing, and passing out.

and also... do any of these men know their own name? what do they prioritize, in terms of memory recall? how do they choose to dress and present themselves to the world? does he shave? why or why not?

if they all pick the same dialogue option, are they saying it and meaning it in the same way? our protagonist is not voiced. he could be sincere, sarcastic, bitter, manic, bureaucratic, empathetic.

it's such a good study in people and ideology. regardless of beliefs, all of my characters have taken bribes. they've helped the union leader. they cozy up to the ultraliberal. even the cop trying to be the most Ethical. the most Fuck The Police. ends up abusing his own power. ends up killing people. ends up stealing. invades privacy. because its what is dictated by the job. by the narrative.

when you try to be apolitical, you still do all of those things. and, in fact, if you're apolitical enough you can abandon martinaise entirely and you get assassinated by the moralintern for Knowing Too Much about the pale.

if you play a communist you still have dros at the end telling you that you're not a real communist because you haven't fought for revolution. you're a wannabe

if you play a fascist dros even tells you that you're not a real fascist because you haven't enacted enough fascist violence. you're a wannabe

if you're a liberal you're shielding the fascists

you cannot be "a good guy" in disco elysium and you cannot "win." a "good" ending is getting recruited back to the force, and you can still manage to do that if you don't drink and kim is by your side. you can be brutal and awful and violent to everyone and everything. and they let you back.

even "good cops" cannot choose to resign. you must be kicked out of the force. which you do by hurting yourself and letting others get hurt

you can only resign if you take enough Morale Damage that you abandon not just the force but the entire community. and you get a game over screen

man. this fucking game....

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Eros: Chapter Three

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material. 

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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You’d stayed behind as the girls headed off to enjoy some time with the men who had charmed them. Most of the festivities had moved to the Parthenon, so you were surrounded by quietness and the sounds of waves. Finding yourself among halls that were usually filled with chattering people, beautiful people, you found yourself missing the Dreaming and your friends there. You needed a drink. 

Striding to a table with a jug of wine, you poured yourself a health cup before guzzling it in one go. The alcohol wouldn’t go to your head, you could drink all the wine in Greece and you wouldn’t get drunk. A sobering thought. There was nothing to take the edge off your emotions. Just as you poured your second cup, you felt his presence behind you.

“You are still missing the festivities, my lord,” You softly spoke, putting the jug of wine to the side. Then you turned around, only to find Oneiros standing directly behind you, now in front of you. He stared down at you, amusement in his eyes. 

“And still you think you know myself better than I,” 

“Have you considered the possibility that I might?” You challenged. His eyes flashed a silver glow.

“You dare—” Your hands raised to cradle his face, cutting the Endless off. From your heavenly touch or from the look in your eyes, the Endless didn’t know what had caused him to abruptly hold his tongue. 

“I do, because you are hurting,” you said straight to his face, your fingers lightly stroking his jaw line. “You are hurting, and you are angry, but you haven’t let those emotions out. It’s festering.” 

“And what do you propose I do, since you think to tell me what I feel?” Oneiros coldly questioned, already very much in love with your fleeting touch. Yet you were testing his tolerance in this moment.

“If you are so bold, tell me what will remedy my troubles.” 

“Take all your anger and pain out on me," you offered with a glimmer within your eyes. Surely that would take some of the stress off, even from yourself. It wasn’t like you were cheating on your husband, since he was your husband… you just hadn’t married him yet… he’d also been relentlessly seducing you. This wouldn’t entirely be on you. “It’d be a shame for me to miss out on the true delights of this festival, yes?” The glow within Oneiros’ eyes shifted from warning to lustful, and you caressed his cheek once more, slowly withdrawing the touch he so craved. “Or do you wish to resume your sulking—” You were cut off the moment Oneiros moved, the Endless lunging forward to press you back against the table behind you. Caught off guard, your hand came dangerously close to spilling the jug of wine and only narrowly missed smashing your cup. Hovering over you, Oneiros stared down into your face intently, his fingers dangerously close to pulling the pins from your shoulders. 

“I doubt you are prepared for the entirety of my desires,” he informed you, his eyes drinking in the way your hair settled around you. Between the silk fabric draped around your body to reveal your delicious curves and the scent of oils wafting from your skin, Oneiros was barely holding himself back. The moment he had with you alone in the bathhouse had tortured his mind since you left him hard and wanting. You lay perfectly still beneath him, though the Endless standing between your legs made your body ache. 

“You seem rather confident with your words.” You said breathlessly. 

“You have given me permission to use you.” Oneiros spoke to you, his face slowly drawing closer and closer. “I would tread with caution, little one.” Caution? Says the being that had been relentlessly pursuing you for nearly a week. 

“And I’m waiting,” You were either a very brave human, or entirely foolish to instigate an Endless… but nonetheless, Oneiros could no longer hold himself back and dove in. A hand burrowed into your mess of hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck and lifting your lips to his every whim and desire. The moment his cold lips roughly pressed against yours, you let out a whimper. You missed the intimacy of simply kissing your husband, and it had only been a week since you ended up there. This Morpheus might not be yours, but he was close enough. 

He, of course, feasted on that precious sound from your lips. He ravaged your lips with a ferocity you’d never experienced with him before but were entirely delighted to receive. Urgent. Passionate. Unrestrained. There was nothing that Oneiros held back from you. He devoured you, indulging in the softness of your lips, tasted the wine that lingered from your drink only a minute prior, and all too easily convinced your lips to part. 

Lips parted and stardust exploded within you, sparking a desperation that only had you kissing back harder. His tongue teased your lower lip, blooming pleasure, before pushing deeper to capture your own. Your true taste was sweet, sweeter than what he’d imagined while you slept at night, sheltered from his desire by nothing but the sheet that covered your body. How many nights had he simply watched rather than take? To many he’d spent in the shadows of your room rather than indulging in others. This night wouldn’t be yet another. 

When you lifted a hand to slip your fingers into that messy hair you were dying to run your fingers through, the Endless snatched your wrist and roughly pressed it against the tabletop. Then a subtle sting flickered across your lower lip in warning as bright blue flashed silver. His lips left yours, straying only a few millimeters, as his sharp gaze left you feeling frozen in place. Your Morpheus was never opposed to you running your fingers through his hair, he actually liked it. He pretty much melted beneath your touches when you did so. Did Oneiros not like that? Had you messed up already?

“Your boldness appears to have no bounds,” Oneiros darkly purred, the coolness of his skin momentarily bewitching you from response. No words were capable of forming on your tongue, rendering you silent. Not that you were capable of speaking, your tongue was still electrified from his deep and intimate kisses. “Oh? Now you find yourself without words, λατρεία μου?” (My adored)

Your inner thighs unconsciously clenched, and the Endless felt it, along with the shiver that wound its way up your spine. His lips twisted into a smirk, and releasing the wrist he still held, his touch found your chin, where he pressed his thumb against the very lips he had only moments before been scalding in possessive claim. Oneiros could hear the way your heart raced within your heaving chest, and that pleased him… almost to the point of dropping to his knees to sate his burning desire to find out if you were indeed as delicious as you had looked in that bath. But right now, arousal and need burned so viciously between you that it was doubtful that Oneiros would be going anywhere but within you. He was not, however, so cruel as to cause you pain in his haste. 

So a hand snaked down your lush body, following along your curve before blatantly ripping the fabric of your dress. You gasped as your body jolted, and the night air touched your previously covered skin. Then Oneiros’ fingers slipped between your trembling legs to brush against your shamefully wet cunt. Fire blazed across your face as a black eyebrow arched. No wonder your addicting smell of arousal was driving him insane, you were nearly dripping. 

“A pity you kept yourself at bay,” he drew out, his voice nearly making you flop in a faint. AKA: We could have been fucking sooner if you hadn’t been ignoring me. You were definitely going to pay. The Endless gave you no more words as his fingers plunged in and out of your body for a few moments, enjoying the way you reacted to a touch as insignificant as this. He enjoyed the way you squirmed, shuddered, and whimpered just from the simple touch. Yet it was far from simple for you. You had what felt like fire streaking through your cunt in an almost unbearable, painful need. But this wasn’t about you. You had to remind yourself about that. So you gripped his bare shoulder and softly whimpered your way through his almost vindictive fingers. 

Perhaps you pushed a few too many buttons over the last week. 

Your chest thrust upwards as your back arched off the table, presenting your plump breasts toward Oneiros. His eyes glowed silver briefly, already feasting off the mere sight of your pleasure. He quickly lowered his mouth to your exposed skin and hungrily pressed his mouth against your milky, soft flesh. His lips were more than ravenous against your untouched flesh, and the Endless devoured every little millimeter with sexual hunger that starved off the deep ache within his guarded heart. 

A ragged litany of strained moans departed your lips as fingers skillfully worked your body towards pleasure, and you couldn’t help but thrust your hips up, burying his fingers further into your throbbing flesh. Silver glowed within deep blue, and Oneiros drew his teeth across the exposed curve of your breast. It was still not enough. He released your chin and tore at the pins holding the cloth against your body, effortlessly lifting you up to sweep the fabric far away from your body so he could see all of your beauty. 

Lost in the waves of bliss that Oneiros was all too easily drawing from your body, you barely noticed your naked state. Eyes fluttering and panting out harsh breaths, you clung to the Dream Lord as the crescendo of what was to be your first of an endless number of orgasms shattered the quiet night. Your cry was nothing short of angelic, and the violent tremors that overtook your shuddering frame were entirely delicious to watch as you came undone around Oneiros’ fingers. He watched with a smug smirk upon his lips as your fingers fell limp against his tunic and your body sagged against the table, a soft moan departing lips he couldn’t wait to see wrapped around his cock. That would have to wait for now. 

As you lay in a daze from the high of pleasure Oneiros had so easily drawn from your body in short order, the Endless wasted no time ridding himself of his tunic and drawing his aching cock against your moisture laden cunt. Hot and wet, you already felt divine and he wasn’t even in you! Oneiros rut his hips against yours, basking in the feeling of your soft body beneath his and shuddering at the friction his cock felt brushing through your cunt. 

You regained enough composure to strengthen your grasp upon his now bare body, quivering and whimpering at having him so close to you once more. But he still wasn’t in you. One last soft plea escaped your lips in a hoarse echo. 

“Please…” Your barely audible whimper was a crescendo to his ears. Gazing deeply into your eyes, Oneiros held that contact through pushing his cock against your soaked cunt and drank in the way your eyes rolled when he sank into your lush body. You were shuddering and trying to breathe while the lusty gaze of Oneiros all but devoured your body. You hadn’t taken into account what it would be like to actually act upon your own desires. Were you cheating on Morpheus by allowing Oneiros to take you like this? 

You gasped the moment Oneiros bottomed out within you, and for a few moments, your entire body clenched as your heart stopped in your chest. No one had been this intimate with you since you started dating Morpheus—no one but Morpheus. But this was Morpheus. You couldn’t cheat on an Endless with themself. So you sucked in a new breath of air and pressed your hand against the side of Oneiros’ face, your fingers slowly sliding into his messy hair. You had planned on dragging his lips back to yours, but the Endless himself beat you to it. He mashed his hungry lips back to yours in seconds, urging your lips to part so he could drink the taste of wine straight from your tongue. It was delectably sweet and rivaled even the finest of drink the gods could offer. 

Moaning as the encompassing presence of Oneiros all but consumed you in body and mind, you dug your nails into his scalp while pulling him against you. Oneiros gripped the edge of the table and moved his other hand from your chin to grasp your hip. The last week had been torture for the endless, and he wasted no time pulling his hips back so he could sink right back into your tantalizing body. You lost the ability to think, let alone respond to his demanding mouth, the moment he began to ravenously consume your body inside out. 

Panting through the throes of intense pleasure, you closed your eyes and let your head drop back as only the most beautiful of sounds slipped from your lips in hushed whimpers and moans. Oh, the mortification you’d feel if someone walked in on Oneiros railing your brains out! Only the endless took your efforts to remain quiet as insult and tightened his grip upon your body. Fingers dug into your sides as his punishing mouth dropped to your extended neck, and he all but sank his teeth into your flesh. You yelped so deliciously, so indulgently, that he did it again just to hear that sound once more. 

Your lips parted with a symphonic cry, and you squirmed in place, one of your legs hiking over his hip as you dug your heel into his hamstring. As your mind grappled with a touch so familiar yet foreign, Oneiros’ hand began exploring your body. Your body was soft, womanly, and ripe for loving. Whoever had claimed your hand was surely missing out because Oneiros’ knew it would be days before he had his fill of you. If that were even possible. Moving his lips further down your neck, Oneiros allowed his mouth to hover over your flushed skin while he watched your breasts heave. A temptation beckoning to him. 

You cried out again, fingers clenching within obsidian locks, when his mouth sealed over one of your nipples. He teased you with his tongue, igniting ripples of pleasure from your breast that only exacerbated the overwhelming ecstasy throbbing between your legs. Even with his attention clearly on your breast, devouring it like it was the best damn thing he’d ever put in his mouth, Oneiros never once let you forget that his cock was merely moments away from unraveling you to the point of corruption. 

Morpheus had never fucked you like this. Well, you were certain that he’d never fucked you, period! Your husband worshipped the ground you walked on and made love to you beneath the stars with only the gentlest of touches that made you bloom with ecstasy and love. It had been all you’d known. All you experienced. Not this ravenous, predatory endless that lacked bounds of control when it came to you and your body. Your cunt clenched fiercely around his cock, and the muscles in your thighs and abdomen spasming. This time you made a strangled keen, your body shaking with pleasure that threatened to consume you as well. 

“Gods,” you rasped hoarsely, your entire body buzzing with wildfire. Oneiros released your breast and raised his eyes to your deeply flushed and pleasure filled face. 

“There are no gods here, λατρεία μου,” (My adored) Oneiros rumbled, his eyes sparking with intense silver energy. “They are not privy to the sound or sight of your pleasure, I am,” His cock was now hitting all the best places within your clenching cunt to spiral your pleasure to the cusp of orgasm. Yet something held it at bay, keeping you squirming and clawing at the endless with tears in your eyes. You had been surely taunting him this past week, but he was feeling rather pleased with how divine you were, body and soul. So he’d let you have this one. “Come for me, now.”      

Oh boy, did your body respond to that demand.        

The choking, strangled sound you made caught in your throat the moment your body obediently obeyed the endless. Your cunt clenched and rippled around his throbbing cock, squeezing him int he most delicious way while you trembled and quaked within his grip. Nails clawing at what they could, you found yourself caught in a mother of all orgasms that swept away your senses in a whiteout. Your body went limp and your eyelashes fluttered.

Oneiros could feel your conscious hover between this realm and his own as your body lay draped within his arms, limp and spent. Ambrosial and addicting. He hadn’t taken his own pleasure, his need to see you come undone beneath him having long since eaten away at the fringes of his being until it was all he could think about. He’d only just had a taste of you, a nibble even, and he already knew that he was going to take his time indulging. You were truly what he wanted, what he needed. So as he carried you towards the rooms he was inhabiting, your body carefully bundled up in the discarded fabric of your peplum, Oneiros thought of every way he planned on indulging in that which you had offered. 

Date Published: 2/15/24

Last Edit: 2/15/24

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[bophobic]

tw: this entire headcanon post is about hard drugs and substance abuse. i try and be respectful of people’s experiences, softly & lightly realistic, if that makes sense.

not one part of this post is condoning drug abuse. these are just my headcanons. i stick to talking about habits and not the experiences

I think it’s something all 3 of the sinclair brothers struggled with though.

It’s not canon-canon but due to one particular fanart piece I think most people hc Bo as being an alcoholic. It’s easy to get and easy to feel normal even if he’s dependent on it. He weened himself off because he doesn’t get through withdrawals easily, without lashing out at others or himself.

Of course a lot of victims come through with booze. If Bo’s raiding campsites he’ll take them and smash them out of earshot first thing. Vince & Lester will go with him sometimes, but they mostly just try and keep it away from him. He’s really serious about sobriety, tracks his days and makes his own tokens. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop him from falling off once in a while.

It might be too obvious but I think Lester’s probably tried meth at least once, especially if he got into partying at all. He tries to be around people, make his own found family after being in foster care, and when he started trying to be self-reliant he got in with the wrong people. It wasn’t the first thing he tried, but it was the thing that continued to be a problem for him.

He was using a few years after turning 16, until he caught up with his brothers and got away from what he built before. He does want to stay clean and not give them another reason to reject him. Between the extended use and his teeth never really getting better some people who come through hone in on it and make immediate judgements, and Lester can always tell when that happens. That’s when he’ll start targeting them for fun.

Vincent’s the one who doesn’t really want to get sober. His thing is prescription drugs, specifically benzodiazapines but he’ll try whatever he can get his hands on. He has a stash of ADD meds if he goes through a period of throwing himself into his (mother’s) work. He doesn’t sleep well or regularly without drugs, so even though they do make it worse he doesn’t really think it’s worse enough to care.

Bo and Lester will both try and get to ANY meds before him to keep him from it but they can’t get everything. Vincent’s really good at identifying pills, he’s responsible with at least trying one thing at a time and remembering what he took, to the point of keeping a journal entry with any identifying details he can get. He sees himself as functional that way. Lester’s also good at IDing pills but he tries not to cause certain ones tempt him too much. It’ll blow you away what some of those kids come through with.

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xx stay safe, i love you. cc or someone to talk to, my is inbox open.

[autumnsxxangel]

So even though I don't really like reading in Chinese (it's really hard and i read really slow, ok?😥) I ended up buying the Love is Science? novel when it came out because I was having withdrawals from the show and couldn't resist.

It only goes up to episode 10 (which makes sense) and I probably should have waited to get it and save on shipping since they're definitely going to come out with a 2nd book after the show finishes, but 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, there are a bunch of Yan Fei and Hsuan Yu photos in the beginning of the book which is to be expected.

It comes with two collectible postcards. You get the Mark/Ou Wen one no matter what and it's a 50/50 chance on whether you get Yan Fei or Hsuan Yu (they really know who they're selling to lol). I love them both so I didn't mind which one I got, though I do wish they had a Joanna one. (Maybe book 2) I skimmed through it since I just got it today and as expected, it's the novelization and goes through everything that happens in the show.

HOWEVER! The most important part is that they included a little booklet that is exclusively about the Mark/Ou Wen side story and when I say it spoils things, OH DOES IT SPOIL THINGS!!!!!!!

If you want to spoil ep 11 after our month long drought, I'll detail what happens under the cut.

This actually pretty much confirms my theory that they cut a lot of Mark/Ou Wen stuff out of ep 10 and pushed it to ep 11. Otherwise I can't really explain why they put this much of a spoiler in the book when the episode hasn't even aired yet. It probably happened when they decided to change the number of episodes, but the book was already formatted so they decided not to touch it.

Just a disclaimer, I don't know how much they're going to put in the episode or if they'll change things, but I can tell you what the book says happens.

It goes through what happens in their relationship up until ep 10 AND THEN

As we know, Mark follows Ou Wen to the bar to meet up with Ou Wen's friend to get over his heartbreak. Mark is mad jealous and mad petty. He keeps calling Ronald "the blond guy". In fact, he says to himself, "Are you trying to swallow him with how happily you're smiling? So what if he's blond? Labradors are blond. Golden retrievers are also blond. What's so great about being blond?"

Ou Wen ends up trying to leave with Ronald which upsets Mark and because he is king of all that is petty, he fakes a stomachache to make Ou Wen stay. Which Ou Wen does of course. All the while Mark is laughing Ronald in his head and gloating that he's a more important friend to Ou Wen. Cue sleeping taxi scene!

Then it moves on to the scene we've all been waiting for! The chase scene!!!! Mark ends up chasing Ou Wen's taxi all the way to the hotel. Here it gets a little wonky. Obviously in the preview Mark kisses Ou Wen through the taxi window. However in the book, Mark shows up at the door of the hotel room. There's also the fact that Ou Wen was supposed to meet Ronald at that hotel room and he is just never mentioned again?

But plotholes aside, Mark shows up that the hotel room and kisses Ou Wen and Ou Wen pushes him away and goes, "Are you crazy? Don't you like women?" and Mark says, "I like women, but I also like you!" So I guess we're going straight to a confession? No gay panic necessary (I'll admit, I'm a little disappointed) BUT THAT"S NOT ALL!!!! I'm just going to translate this part directly.

Faced with Mark's fast ball confession, Ou Wen is blinded. "Are you sure you're sober right now? Are you going to regret this when you wake up?" Mark doesn't say anything and pushes Ou Wen on to the bed. He tries to kiss Ou Wen again, but Ou Wen presses a hand against Mark's mouth. "If you regret it right now, I can pretend like nothing's happened."

Mark impatiently pulls Ou Wen's hand away. "Are all you gays so full of nonsense? I'm not afraid!" Mark's arrogance is very attractive. Ou Wen and Mark stop for three seconds. Three seconds later, Ou Wen goes wild.

Ou Wen turns his body and pushes Mark down. On top of Mark, he takes off his dress shirt and his undershirt and throws them off to the side. Clothes and pants fall to the ground one by one. The two people on the bed are faintly visible....

AND THEN THEY HAVE SEXY TIME!!! (Damn boys, you move fast)

To top it all off, there's a morning after scene. Ou Wen is awkward, but Mark is just chill. Ou Wen tries to run away by going to shower and Mark is like "Cool! Let's shower together!"

Afterwards, they go and get breakfast together and there's like three sentences of semi-angst where Ou Wen is playing with his food and really confused because Mark was supposed to be after Joanna and he considers that maybe he's Joanna's replacement. But then Mark scolds him for playing with his food, peels an egg, and tries to feed it Ou Wen. Ou Wen refuses so Mark eats it and steals a sip of Ou Wen's coffee. Then when he's done, he grabs Ou Wen by the back of his head and kisses him (if front of the entire cafe's salad) and says "What? Is there a problem?"

And that's basically it! So if this is supposed to encompass what happens in ep 11, I guess we're going to get a few episodes of them actually being in a relationship which is going to be fun cuz they're definitely going to bicker like an old married couple (and maybe some scenes of Ou Wen doubting the Mark for dramatic purposes). Guess we're going to have to wait and see how closely the show follows the book!

[sunflowersoonyoung]

honeyed | jinho

w.c ↠ 2.5k

pairing↠ jinho x fem! reader

genre/s ↠ smut (light bondage, overstimulation, fem!oral), incubus! jinho, soft dom! jinho, supernatural au!, office au!

description ↠ falling asleep at work leads to an oddly realistic dream about your hot boss Jinho

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, supernatural themes

a/n ↠ wow okay can you tell that jinho is my ptg bias. I seriously thirsted over him in this oneshot. this is one of my favourite smuts I've written here! I wrote it carefully and reread it three times so I'm proud of it :)

tags ↠ @prismwon

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Anxiety washed over you from head to toe, rising with each passing second. You clasped a trembling hand to your chest to feel your heart fluttering against your ribcage.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before pushing open the glass door to work.

The publishing office was bright with mellow, natural lighting, an open room dotted with large desks cluttered with stationary. Some of your coworkers had already arrived and had busied themselves with various tasks - bustling distractedly around the room.

“G-Good morning, everyone!”

You tried to announce your presence as boldly as you could; despite this, barely anyone bothered to even glance in your direction. You swallowed nervously and made a bee-line for your desk.

New to the workforce and fresh from University, acclimatising had been a difficult journey. No one was willing to sacrifice any precious time to help you - or even welcome you, for that matter. You felt utterly ostracised by the team. They had all apparently established their clique, and you were not invited.

The one exception had been the lead editor: Jo Jinho, your boss and the office eye candy.

“Good morning, (F/n).”

As if reading your thoughts, Jinho’s melodic voice drifted over your shoulder. You swallowed, feeling sweat prickle your armpits in response to his presence.

“You look bright today. I hope you’re making good progress on that manuscript.”

You pivoted in your chair to face him, in turn becoming stricken by his gaze. There was something unusual about Jinho, something that had successfully hypnotised many of your coworkers, including yourself.

He was impossible to resist. From his handsome exterior to his pleasant interior, he was genuinely mesmerising - like the sunrise in the morning after a cold night.

“Y-Yes, thank you,” you stammered, forcing a polite smile. Jinho’s smile in response was a thousand watts bright, his creased eyes just as radiant.

He was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, interacting with everyone else on the path to his desk. Your nerves melted from your taut muscles, and you breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that Jinho had moved on. Being beneath his attention was too challenging to handle. You withdrew your laptop from your bag and made a start on work for the day.

Unfortunately, your concentration was coming through like a sputtering hose. You were not yet accustomed to working in a room with ten other people and limited silence.

Your attention drifted around the office. You observed conversations, watching as a young girl was scolded; a middle-aged man answered the phone with a frustrated visage.

You could not help but become drawn to Jinho.

He was hovering over someone’s shoulder - Seunghee, you vaguely remembered her name to be. Girls in the editing team tended to ask him for help suspiciously frequently. It was apparent they all simply longed after Jinho’s presence.

Admittedly, it was tempting. In that position, you could feel his breath against your ear.

You quickly became absorbed in observing him. It was not just his pretty features. His expressions were genuine, his explanations clear and concise. Fully believing you were free to admire him, you forgot your surroundings and lost yourself.

Abruptly, Jinho’s gaze shifted from Seunghee’s work to you. It was such a subtle shift that you almost failed to notice it. Electricity shot across your skin upon realisation, heat blossoming from your ears to your cheeks.

Though it was too late, you looked back to your computer screen. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see him grinning. That cruel image worsened your embarrassment.

As your mind buzzed with thoughts of Jinho’s grin, you struggled to return your focus to the manuscript as much as you tried. You huffed frustratedly.

“Everything okay, (F/n)?”

You wondered with horror if he intended to make things more difficult. Your humiliation should have been apparent, and yet here he was, standing directly behind you with a hand resting on the back of your chair.

“Y-Yes,” you responded, refusing to tear your eyes from your laptop. You could hear your voice quaking.

His palm settled on your desk, confining you. It was no longer possible to pretend he wasn’t there. His face was far too close for you to deal with.

“Really? Hmm,” He hummed, “There must be some other reason you were staring at me then.”

You could not even begin to imagine how crimson your face was. Was Jinho teasing you? It certainly felt like it.

He snorted faintly, withdrawing. On the edge of your vision, you could see him smiling broadly.

-

After getting very little work done for the rest of the afternoon, you opted to stay behind and work overtime. The manuscript was due tomorrow evening, after all.

The office buzz began to fade, gradually declining till the room was entirely quiet. The only thing disconnecting the silence was the sound of fingers against keyboards.

You decided to take a short break as your fatigue began to increase. Shadows from the night sky crept across the floor. Usually, you liked to be fed and warm at home by this time. Your eyelids were heavy, your thoughts sluggish and tired.

It was only you and Jinho remaining at this stage. You had managed to keep your thoughts away from him until now. He was wrapped up in his work; his face blank with concentration. Sighing, you ignored him and returned to your own business.

The words on your laptop screen began to blend with each passing second. You squinted, blinking rapidly to counter the weariness that was dousing you like warm water. You had never been so tired at work - it was as if you were being dragged down by an invisible force, and nothing you did could stop it. It was a similar sensation to having too much alcohol.

Before you knew it, your head had lulled onto the cold desk, crumpling the papers in front of you.

-

Alarm overwhelmed your thoughts as you lifted your head from your desk.

You could not believe you had fallen asleep at work. Rubbing your eyes, you looked towards Jinho’s desk in panic, hoping to apologise and then flee. Relief washed over you - his chair was empty. Perhaps he had gone home.

Strangely enough, the room was hazy. Instead of its usual white light, it was rose-tinted and clouded. It did not look familiar to you.

“You fell asleep? How cute.”

You blinked, and Jinho seemed to appear directly beside you, seated on the table with one leg crossed over the other. He was admiring you, cupping his cheek whilst wearing an affectionate smile.

It took a moment for you to react; your head was abnormally thick, so your thoughts were slow, but once you realised what was happening, you became flustered.

“Your face tells me everything - your expressions are so honest. It’s adorable.”

Jinho leapt smoothly to his feet, circling you to place his hands on the back of your swivel chair and then rotating you till you were facing him. You could do nothing, frozen with anticipation and unsure what to expect next.

He leant in closely, leaning on the armrests, and you held your breath. His nose was close enough to brush against yours, yet his expression was unchanged - still as sweet as usual.

“Why don’t you let me make you feel good?” He hummed. His gaze was direct, and you swooned inwardly when you finally met it. In contrast to his soft nature, his eyes were hard. You tried to swallow but your throat had gone dry.

“Wh-what if someone sees?” You stammered shyly.

Jinho chuckled, his eyes crinkling in amusement, “no one will see. I promise.”

He placed his hands on your knees, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed reassuringly. He pushed his hands up your thighs, catching the fabric of your skirt and baring your thighs to the air. You could not look away, dizzyingly mesmerised by him. Your head was getting light and hot.

Finally, Jinho kissed you. It was a shallow, chaste kiss that tasted of vanilla and made you feel as if you were melting into the chair.

You could not split your concentration between the kiss and the way his warm palms rubbed against your thighs. The combination was causing a spike of burning excitement to prickle between your legs.

He parted from you with a soft pop and offered you a hand. You were too flustered and weak-kneed to stand steadily, but it hardly mattered - Jinho did not make you stand for long.

“Let me taste you, gorgeous.”

Jinho was simultaneously gentle and firm as he guided you to his desk, carelessly sweeping it clear. You gasped when he spun you around, essentially folding you over the surface. The varnished wood was cold through the thin fabric of your shirt, momentarily sobering you to reality.

With your ass in the air, he hitched up your skirt to reveal your underpants. You were uneasy about the fact that you could not see what he was doing.

“Hands behind your back, please.”

This was Jinho’s first true order.

The way his voice dropped a few notes sent chills down your spine, goosebumps travelling across your skin. You were trembling as you obeyed, swallowing a nervous squeak when he loosely wrapped fabric around your wrists, tying them together.

“I’m not punishing you, sweet. It’s just some extra fun for you,” Jinho reassured. Admittedly you were both anxious and aroused by his decision to tie you up. It made your heart pound fast against your ribcage.

With you properly restrained, Jinho determined that it was time to begin his ministrations.

His fingers ran up and down your slit through your underwear before hooking the fabric and drawing it aside. You strained against your bonds and arched your back when he made direct contact with your pussy. It was only a subtle touch, and yet pleasure was already rippling across your body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jinho’s voice was dripping with honey, and yet his fingers were cruel. He grazed your clit with his fingertip and then dragged his finger back down between your lips and teased your entrance with slight pressure, and then repeated this process.

He was not entirely giving in to you, and you were becoming so sensitive that tears of desperation were beginning to sting your eyes.

“J-Jinho .... please,” you pleaded, feeling helpless - frantic for more.

“Please, what?” He hummed in response, “Tell me what to do, sweet, and I’ll do it. Use your words.”

Despite being dazed and overwhelmed, you still managed to respond, albeit in a small voice, “I-I want your lips and your fingers.”

“Of course, sweet.”

He pressed his thumb directly to your clitoris, and you gasped, toes curling. He languidly rolled his thumb, observing you whilst cleverly allowing your pleasure to build. Your focus honed in on his touches, no longer paying attention to the noises passing through your lips.

“The more I touch you, the prettier noises you make,” Jinho commented.

Abruptly, he filled you up with his forefinger. Your breath hitched in your throat, hardly expecting him to make that leap.

You cried out when his lips sucked in your clitoris, gradually fucking you with his finger. He eased you into a swift orgasm, pressing fluttering kisses to the backs of your thighs while you trembled.

“Good girl~. One more time?”

Before you could respond, Jinho had added a second finger and was pistoning them inside of you much quicker than earlier. You were incredibly wet thanks to your orgasm, and he seemed to be using that to his advantage.

His tongue teased your swollen clit, and you sobbed, “I-I’m too sensitive!” Seemingly uncaring, Jinho dragged you into a second, far more intense orgasm that had your legs thrashing and drool spilling out onto the desk.

Your ears were ringing, but you could hear Jinho chuckling as he removed himself.

“Was that too much?” He mused, cleaning his fingers with his mouth, “Can you take any more?”

You were still an empty shell, electricity and heat clinging to your skin mingled with a sheen of sweat. His hands smoothed over your ass cheeks, a comforting action that made your heart soften. You twisted around to look at him dazedly.

Jinho was just as gorgeous as ever, though he had lost some of his neatness. The restraint around your wrist was apparently his necktie, which was missing, and he had undone his button-up shirt to reveal a sliver of his flawless chest. He combed his fingers through his hair, gleaming at you proudly.

“The look on your face tells me you want more,” he purred, rolling his hips against your backside. You mewled and rocked backwards, feeling his hard cock straining through his pants. You had never been so delirious, hungry to feel every inch of him.

“Ho~ such an insatiable girl,” Jinho unzipped his pants, sliding the tip of his cock over your slick folds. Even that simple action felt incredible.

“Oh, my God.”

Jinho filled you up, stuffing you in one lazy stroke. You were so full, your pussy throbbing delightfully around him.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you, “Jinho-ah, please.” He scoffed in response before giving in to your desires.

The way he fucked you was utterly sadistic in contrast to his sweet nature. He was relentless in the way his hips slammed against yours, no longer offering you any mercy. You were defenceless to him, only able to dig your nails into your palm whilst bracing yourself.

“So tight,” he groaned, hanging his head back in bliss.

He angled his hips upwards, the head of his cock meeting a sweet spot. You started contracting around him, the pleasure in the pit of your belly peaking.

“I’m gonna-,” you managed to slur out before you came hard, so hard that stars speckled behind your clenched eyes. You practically ascended into the ceiling, losing all sense of Jinho’s thrusts and anything else around you.

Ink drowned your vision as you passed out.

-

“(F/n)?”

Your head was weighty as you lifted it, heat throbbing between your legs in response to the vivid dream you had just woken from.

Jinho was peering down at you, his hand warm on your shoulder.

“You should go home if you’re so tired,” he sighed, wearing a concerned expression. You were in shock, simply unable to process that what had just occurred had been entirely in your head. You could still feel his thickness inside you, still feel the intense climax he had given you.

“Are you okay? You look flushed,” Jinho cocked his head, the worry growing on his face. You waved your hand dismissively.

“I-I’m fine. I should go home.”

He hovered nearby as you packed away your laptop, silently observing you. You were ready to leave when he finally broke the silence.

“Let’s do that again,” Jinho suggested innocently, his smile no different from his usual one, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

[anonil88]

Euphoria Season 2 Episode 5 liveblog

I knew this was gonna be bad oh god.

Thank god for Jules, that's someone who actually gives a fuck about Rue.

Aw Rue. She is a good person shes just angry, that was fucked up but its because she's hurting Leslie and hurting Gia. Rue is about to snap because that's the one thing she keeps telling herself that make her spiral.

Rue is snapping but she also needs the suitcase because that woman will kill her. Just tell your mom its 10,000 dollars worth of drugs.

Rue is about to snap on Jules and Elliot. She doesn't mean any of it. Rue is about to loose Jules completely but she's also about to loose her newest friend. They actually care about her too.

Jules is used to this unfortunately with her own mom, she loves her but this is not good. (She is a chaotic messy angel who doesn't need to go through this again.)

Elliott did the right thing. Jules did better by telling her mom.

Now Rue feels bad and the mood swings are hitting hard, but she also needs that 10,000 or Laurie is going to chop her ass up. Her brain spiraling because of the drugs, her bipolar disorder, and because she doesn't not have 10,000 dollars for Laurie.

Leslie put on them child locks on please the smart thing to do is child locks.

Leslie saying a bunch of shit that no one wants to hear but child locks should have been put on. The muffled is so good because when addicts say shit like this they are literally talking out if their ass and its usually just nonsense until it isn't.

She's about to start feening BAD. Yep and its been almost 24 hours Rue is gonna start going through withdrawal.

Every addict when they have to go through withdrawal pains. (If you've taken any drug controlled or not, withdrawal will have your body fucked up.)

That honestly may not have even been Fez door cause addicts get delirious but them body aches are about to have her begging everyone. Also that diarrhea.

Hopefully Suze realizes what is happening, she's now confirmed alcoholic which i called. But I think Jules told everyone including Fez which is good. Everyone knows you aren't sober Rue, you look a fucking mess.

The hurting people doesn't make anyone feel good, its the high that feels good.

Yalls optimism is fucking annoying. Rue :0 YES I WANTED THIS FROM DAY FUCKING ONE. Table the conversation because Rue is dope sick and needs fucking rehab.

Maddy deserves to go off on Cassie though but now is not the time. Lexi is like can we please get out of this house cause Rue is going through it and I have a play.

And she's gone, sigh why did Leslie and Suze not like block the damn door.

At least everyone knows that Rue has a bad problem now but I mean everyone already did so hey.

Withdrawal is about to have her bowels empty af, she needs water desperately, but I think Faye is about to hook her up.

Oh god Rue not grandmas pills, Fez can't have her there because he loves her too much but he can't have her fuck up his business and his life. This is the reality of drug addiction though. You can love an addict and they aren't entirely themselves when like this.

God dammit Rue you should have gotten the shit and left immediately.

Gia is tired of this shit over and over and you should have let her stay home.

Oh god Rue. Just throw up. Me in that instance;

Fuck. Rue is out here doing parkour and while its not funny it is funny.

Ah fuck Rue, now you dine got ppl in an accident and ruined someone's wedding. If she takes these cops to Laurie's she's such a fucking idiot.

Realistically Cops aren't running this long to catch nobody. In L.A they are putting out a helicopter and if they can't find you they are over it.

Laurie is so chill, where are the scary guys? That is concerning, again Rue you lying and look high and everyone can see it. Every damn addict does this too. Also all the drug dealers literally have their stashes off base.

Laurie's story is so familiar. Hmm.

40 ml omg Rue thats a lot. Yea Rue you're shit out of luck with this woman you need to get cold hard cash. You better sober up and get a summer job to pay this woman back or start selling ya cooch.

Ah fuck no no Laurie nooo and this is how drug addicts get taken advantage of in so many more ways than one. And she is just a kid. I will add going cold turkey is not the best way to get clean and some clinics no longer do it that way. It will fuck you up worse sometimes, so they ween with something else rather than cut off.

It sucks that she is going to have to go through this just to get sober.

Intravenous will fuck you up. Oh god this is going to be so bad and I have a feeling this woman is going to have Rue get hurt. Yea the analogy to her as a kid in the tub is so bad because its an analogy.

Some of her biggest best moments were with her dad and she can't feel him anymore. Been there ms girl.

Everyone heard that eulogy and no one got up and fucking hugged her. You're sick and her mom couldn't hug her because she was grieving and yall didn't even try. Makes me sick. I been there fuck yall. FUCK YALL.

And now you've been kidnapped girly and the only one who can help you is Fez. You are in a whole nother ball game Ms.Rue. Laurie is not your average dealer and she warned you.

Get out girl get out and go home. Rue said sex trafficking no not I.

I think Laurie might have let her go in the end because she's a teacher but if I was Rue imma still find a way to give her 10k.

Teaser toughts: Cassie needs to be excorcised of that demon called Nathanial. Send her to a convent. Rue did mean what she said kind of said like the pain of it all and missing her dad, but she didn't mean all of the hurtful all stuff. I think she lied about wanting to not be high anymore because honestly no addict in recovery really wants to leave the highs behind but its everything else that they go yea im gonna be sober. Well sigh much love to all my girls and fuck nate jacobs.

[we-are-inevitable]

babes,,,,,

imagine recovering addict jack kelly listening to tennessee whiskey by chris stapleton,,,,,

and it dawning on him that that’s how he feels about davey. pls i’m gonna cry i cant do this today-

bestie i might have to write this. i think i'm going to write this. i'm gonna write this

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT.

TW: alcoholism, drug mention, withdrawal mention

first: let's establish the whole Jack situation.

just because of the content, i'm gonna say jack and davey meet when jack is about twenty-three; he's been able to legally drink for two years, but he's been going hard since he was about... fifteen.

rough home life. no parental support. barely any friends, save for a few scattered across New York City from foster home after foster home.

at his new foster home though, Jack falls in with the wrong crowd. they fight. drink. smoke. some do drugs- mostly weed, but sometimes other things- and jack follows in their footsteps, for the most part.

he doesn't touch any drug harder than weed, but that's okay, because Jack has alcohol. Jack doesn't need drugs to feel numb.

Jack's drinking starts out as just a fun little thing to do with friends, but by the time he's seventeen, he can barely stay sober for longer than two days without needing a drink, and it only worsens as the years continue to go by.

he doesn't go to college. he has a shitty apartment and a shitty job and he spends all of his money on alcohol and can barely afford rent but, hey, it's fine. it's fine! he's fine. everything is fine.

until a new customer comes into the little bodega that jack works at.

jack hasn't seen him around before. at least, he doesn't think so- his memory isn't that great usually, but he would remember a stunning guy like this, right? tall, olive skin, beautiful hazel eyes, a Roman nose, and dark wavy hair that's just this side of curly.

the guy buys something simple: a Starbucks coffee in one of the little refrigerated glass bottles, and a granola bar.

and he buys it the next morning.

and the morning after that.

finally, Jack talks to him on the fourth morning, because the guy comes in a bit earlier and there's no one in the store, so they talk for a little bit.

jack learns that the guy's name is David and that he just recently moved to an apartment down the street. he's twenty-three, like Jack, and is a first year teacher at a local high school.

"Good luck," Jack mentions. "That school is rough. Not a whole lotta student success stories."

"That's alright," David replies, "I like a challenge."

And a challenge he gets, because Jack asks David out about a month after their first conversation, because they talk almost every every morning. And Jack goes all in for the first date; a simple picnic in Central Park, because Jack can't really afford anything nicer, but he makes the food and he's actually sober for it and, yeah, he's a little bit shaky sometimes and, sure, maybe he's just a tad more erratic, but that's just because he's excited. right? that has to be it.

first date goes off without a hitch, and Jack goes to bed without a drink.

but it absolutely bites him in the ass the next morning.

he wakes in a cold sweat with the deepest feeling of dread he's EVER felt, deep within his chest. he's shaking. he feels nauseous. he can't think straight.

jack calls into work.

this behavior continues for the next month and a half. he makes himself be sober for David, he doesn't want David to see this, but as soon as he's alone, Jack gets drunk again, because the withdrawals after even just a few hours make him feel like he's going to die.

he's torn, because his relationship with David- who is now, by title, his boyfriend- is making him feel as good as the alcohol does, but the drinking still has a hold on him.

but for the first time, jack doesn't want it.

he takes a week off of work, gives david some lameass excuse about having a busy week, and holes himself up in his apartment- after throwing away all of the alcohol he has in his possession, even the expensive bottles.

and it fucking sucks. it's a week of absolute torture. he' shakes for hours on end, he feels sick constantly, he has raging headaches and he breaks down more times in the span of a week than he has in years.

when he goes back to work, he looks horrible- to the point of wanting to hide when David comes in.

"Jackie, are you... are you okay?" "Can we- can we talk when you get off?"

so jack and davey talk after davey gets off of work, and jack tells him everything. he doesn't look him in the eyes, but he tells him everything. about the underage drinking, the alcoholism, the withdrawals from trying to quit so suddenly, and he expects David to just walk out of his shitty apartment and leave him without so much as a warning.

but David stays, and David holds him, and David promises to be there every step of the way.

As far as Tennessee Whiskey goes, Jack hears it on the radio when he's been recovering for about a year. He physically has to pull over because of it; it hits harder than he thought it would, and he calls David as soon as it's done. David doesn't answer, obviously, because David is a good teacher, but Jack leaves a message.

"Hey, cielito, I know you're at work, but... thank you. Thank you for.. for everything. I love you. Talk to you later, babe."

that song is an immediate favorite, and, newsflash, it's one of the slow songs that plays at their wedding.

THIS IS ENTIRELY TOO LONG BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND I'M GONNA WRITE IT EVENTUALLY

[delaber]

Could you do like a short piece where Daveed and reader are a thing but not really a couple. And he ruins it by not wanting more but comes back and apologises. Thanks!

Title: Stepping Up

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Note: Thanks anon! First time I’m writing Daveed. This was fun and challenging.

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of sex. Slight angst. I think that’s it but let me know

"U up?"

Two words and a question mark. That was all it took and you felt your heart start pounding in your chest. Your feet started moving around, unable to stay in one place. You had to shred the duvet, you had started sweating. Two words and a fucking question mark and he could make your body betray you. Two words and you were ready for him.

You had to actively remind yourself that you were in withdrawal. That you couldn't hit him back no matter what. That he hadn't treated you the way you deserved. That he was fine and sweet and wonderful - but a dick nonetheless.

Still, it was hard to resist temptation. If you finally allowed yourself to text him back he would be here in a jiffy. You needed it. You missed him. And suddenly everything came rushing back: Daveed's athletic body the first time you'd seen him jump around on stage, his smile as he had introduced himself to you, his teasing manner as he had thrown around millions of jokes to you and the rest of your cast-mates. How you had already fallen for his wicked charms by the end of the first rehearsal. How you had flirted desperately to get him to notice you, and how he had finally pulled you backstage and kissed you in secret. It had all lead to a daring affair between the two of you, Daveed fucking you roughly every day in between rehearsals and later in between shows. His long fingers curling inside you while you moaned his name, the taste of him on your lips, his demanding movements as he took you in various positions all over your dressing room.

And no one could know. Not even Jas or Leslie or Oak. Daveed had made you promise not to tell - that this was your personal thing. You had agreed and said 'of course' right before he had hoisted you up beside the powder room mirror and slid into you. At first, the sneaking around had been nothing but arousing - you one hundred percent condoned it; your only goal back then had been to keep fucking Daveed in your costumes, the blue revolutionary jacket always open against his toned chest, but as the weeks proceeded, you felt yourself wanting more from him.

You wanted to be able to snog him senseless every time you saw him. You wanted to intertwine your fingers with his in public. Treat him to dinner. Take him home. Watch movies on lazy Sundays. Run your hands over his abs in your own bed. Waking up to find him covering your body with kisses.

But Daveed had said no. That he didn't want those things. That he didn't want to engage in anything serious with someone he worked with. That you were just co-workers who helped each other relieve some of the stress that the highly demanding job craved. Nothing more. In other words, you deduced that you were his stress ball - and you got angry! You yelled, and you threatened to kick him out of your dressing room, and you even threw a small lipstick at him, but his chocolate brown eyes were so sweet and so kind that you eventually felt yourself nodding along to his arguments of how the two of you could mess up the entire production if you started dating and things didn't work out. You sighed and you nodded and you agreed with him. And not even ten minutes later had he pulled off your panties, bent you over the couch, and dropped to his knees behind you. A lousy way to make up for it.

You had let it continue like this for eight months until his contract finally ran out and you were no longer co-workers. You had been looking forward to this. On his last night at the theatre, Daveed had stumbled into your dressing room in his Jefferson robe. The door behind him had barely closed before he had ripped your corset open, his warm fingers immediately rolling your nipples they way he knew you liked it. He had pressed his pelvis up against you and whispered in your ear that he had been hard on stage all night, patiently waiting for the show to be over so he could come see you. And you had decided that now was the time; slowly, you had turned around in his arms with a smirk and you had asked him out seeing as you wouldn't be working together anymore. You had thought it was a sure thing. But Daveed had pulled down your pants mumbling "My contract's in effect until tomorrow," right before you had felt his tongue on your skin.

"So what happens if I ask you again tomorrow?" You'd panted as his tongue was joined by his fingers.

"It'll still be a no," he grinned up at you, apparently unaware of your aching heart. He was a good man. If he knew the effect he had on you, he would've either stepped back or stepped up.

"And what happens after tonight?" You'd asked.

"We keep fucking," he had grinned with a content sigh as he spread your legs apart.

That was five weeks ago.

Now you had endured five weeks of Daveed constantly texting you that he was stressed, or hard, or thinking about you. Five weeks of him sending you dirty texts explicitly describing what he wanted to do to you. Five weeks of you ignoring him completely.

And now you were staring at his text consisting of two words and a question mark, contemplating if a small toe-dip into your old addiction was such a catastrophe. You felt your phone buzz in your hand as another text from him ticked in: 'I know you're reading my texts. Please stop ignoring me I miss you.'

You almost choked. In the year you'd known Daveed this was the most sensitive he'd ever gotten with you. You read the second text over and over and over again contemplating what to do; text him back? Call him? Or keep ignoring him?

In the end, you decided to call him up. He needed to be told of. He answered before the fourth ring.

"Hey," he almost whispered.

"Daveed," you let out a sigh, "you can't keep texting me."

"I know. I know I'm sorry," he mumbled, "are you mad at me?"

"Of course I'm not mad at you," you said quietly, "but things can't go on like this."

"I know... Are you in love with me?" He said abruptly but in a soft voice.

You went completely quiet when you felt your heart ache. So he did know about it. He had managed to put two and two together... "it isn't fair of you to ask me that," you almost whispered, "you know I am."

Daveed went quiet too and you could hear his steady breathing on the other end of the phone line. After a couple of seconds he finally said, "can I come over?"

"I'm not sure it's a good idea."

"Please. I have to see you. I want to apologise properly," he groaned painfully, "can I please come over?"

Unable to resist him, you breathed a short "yes," and ten minutes later opened the door to him.

"Hey," his face curled up in a smile the minute you came into sight. He stepped closer to you, and pulled you in for a soft hug, "you look cute."

"Yeah, well thanks," you mumbled against his neck. You didn't want to reciprocate his compliment even though he did look awfully cute too.

He followed you to the living room.

"Whiskey?" You asked him.

"Nah, I gotta stay sober for this," he shook his head.

"Sober for what?" You asked quietly.

"I - ehm - I wanted to apologise. Like a man," he looked at you with a firm gaze, "I've been a dick and I've been treating you badly."

"Yeah," you nodded and folded your arms across your chest, "you've been acting like an ass. When did you realise?"

"It's embarrassing for me, but I honestly didn't realise before you started ignoring me. I was so used to having you around me all the time, and suddenly I missed you like crazy," he took a deep breath before he continued, "I was so sexually frustrated that I called a friend back home in California and told him about it all. I thought he would agree with me and call you stone-cold or something like that but instead he called me an idiot. He called me out for the way I've been treating you. He made me realise why you wanted to ask me out. I didn't even realise. I'm very sorry."

"It's okay," you said softly, "I know you didn't mean to."

"Good," Daveed nodded and looked like a schoolboy who'd just been scolded and you suddenly felt bad for him.

"I didn't mean to ignore your texts. After your time was up at the theatre, I wanted to keep seeing you - it was just too rough. I had to back off."

"I'm glad you took care of yourself. It's made me realise some stuff about myself that I want to change. I want to be better."

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Let me start by making it up to you," he smiled, "tomorrow's Valentines day. Let me treat you to dinner. Give you the proper date you deserve."

"I'm not going on a date with you just because you're sexually frustrated and you know I'm an easy fuck," you huffed.

"No! Never! But how about going on a date with me because I like you and I want to see where it could go?"

You shot him a look.

"I understand if you don't believe me but in the past couple of weeks I haven't just missed having sex with you. I've really missed... you. The goofing around, the banter, your infectious laughter. I want to treat you to a date. Let me take you out."

You looked at him suspiciously, "romantically?"

"Yes. Rafa was right. I have a crush on you too. Let's see where this goes."

A small smile crept onto your lips, "okay. If you're sure."

"I'm positive," he grinned and pulled you in for a hug, "fuck I've missed you."

@ramp-it-up

[deafeningdreamerthing]

Travelers are space orcs, part 2

Electric boogaloo.

- Aether will sometimes turn into amber and use baron bunny as a pillow.

- Ability to clone small stuff, (aka the investagte option). He’ll just touch a cabbage or something, then discreetly put a second cabbage back into his pocket. Loves books, figures out everything by reading. Will clone any book he finds and keep it. Reads them all, no matter what.

- Each planet has its own language. Half the time he spent with Paimon before they went to Mondstat was just him learning the language, he picked it up quickly though. Struggles not to laugh every time the word ‘fatui’ comes up, (Fatui means stupid in his language) because he naturally translates the word in his head, all he can think of is “The stupid are up to no good” “There’s the stupid forces” and “I am the eleventh stupid harbinger”. (Look it up, it’s actually real but I forget for which language).

- The first time he met scaramouche, he died laughing as soon as the thought “Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango” came to his head. Scaramouche immediately knew he was laughing at his name, and- pissed off, used his attack. Which made Aether laugh 100% harder because he’s an ELECTRO ELEMENT.

- Can see item stats. A lot of people disregard the common trinkets found in chests because of how many there are, but Aether can see the attack, defense, energy, etc stats on each item and will keep all of them. Which is part of the reason he’s such a good fighter. The stats apply to everyone, but nobody notices their magical effect because every single one found is level 0. He uses mora and other artifacts to make them stronger so the stats actually make a difference.

- Everyone writes the Traveler as Broke AF, but the reality is that they have stacks of mora, they just use it for upgrading stuff. Once they slow down on that, they’re practically rich.

- There’s probably a time when Amber asked for tips on fighting but Aether just came back and handed her a fancy flower and feather. While pretty, she didn’t see the attack merit in it... until she hit a hilichurl and it died INSTANTLY.

- Pocket space is infinite. Aether has no bag, but just pulls everything out of thin air. All the dishes he cooks stay fresh in the pocket space too, which is good because Paimon will eat anything but is somehow still picky.

- Sucrose has actually noticed whenever someone asked for something from the traveler, they usually have it on them. She asked Aether about this, and for a while Aether had to be careful with pulling stuff out of thin air.

- Can’t age. Aether was asleep, for at minimum, 500 years, probably through the entire archon war maybe. Everyone thinks he’s around 15 to 16, but in reality it’s more like 1500 tbh.

- Know’s information about all of his forms. The more he uses them, the more stuff he knows about them, which he knows would unnerve some people so he just sticks to somehow knowing everyone’s birthday while subtly trying to nudge people’s emotional issues in the right direction. Is sure to compliment sucrose with her work, gave Bennett bandages to hold onto, and does his best to convince Barbara that her hard work is enough.

- Although, knowing people’s birthdays does come in handy. Most of the time he just finds an anonymous gift or bakes something delicious and leaves it on their doorstep. But for Albedo’s birthday he had an idea more... practical. Baby seelies will follow anyone around, and make for quite good pets since they don’t need to eat. So when Aether found a bunch of baby swarming seelies, he asked if any of them would like to come back to help his friend out with his research on dragonspire.

- They all agreed. This, lead Aether to have a birthday box full of baby seelies that crammed themselves in there and were vibrating from excitement. He only wanted one or two, but all eight wanted to come. And as it turned out, everyone forgot Albedo’s birthday, including albedo himself because he preferred to be doing research or tests.

- This led to a hilarious situation of Aether, leaving a present that was rapidly vibrating, on Albedo’s desk. Terrifying. They had to call in Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, AND KLEE to make sure they’d be able to defuse whatever was inside. Imagine the shock in the room when instead of a bomb or angry slime, there were a bunch of tiny seelies!

- Yes I have nothing better to do, why do you ask?

- Aether... is not a lightweight. Everyone imagines since the travler is new to alcohol, they’d be a lightweight, but venti was able to handle nearly 37 glasses of wine before getting drunk. Combined with how fast Aether can go from full to starving again, his system probably doesn’t even register the alcohol.

- Once, in an attempt to get him drunk, someone started buying him stuff they claimed wasn’t alcoholic. Nothing malicious, just some adventurers wanted to see him get tipsy. By the time Diluc noticed AETHER was the one getting the alcohol, they all were too fascinated to get him to stop. He out drank all of them without knowing and was still sober as a stone.

- Doesn’t die. Aether doesn’t actually feel pain until his hp is at 0. Once he’s “dead” his body will automatically withdraw from the fight, teleporting him somewhere. Although it looks really freaky to anyone else because it looks like he just collapsed and then dissapered. Dying is mildly painful, but Aether doesn’t really mind. It’s mostly a mild inconvenience to be honest.

[seancekitsch]

Forgetting: Klaus Hargreeves x Reader Kinktober fic, Part of the Prize Buck series

warnings: deepthroating, kinda toxic no one has good coping skills, toys, overstimulation, talking about drugs and relapsing but not actually doing it

When Klaus gets home, he finds you on the bed with tears in your eyes, surrounded by papers you shouldn't be reading. Vanya had given him the heads up, that your research team (including your ex-fiance) had published. Not just anything, but your research. With your name carefully left out of the list of authors and contributors. This is what Klaus was rushing home for, to prevent and protect you from ever seeing this, or at the very least to be there and comfort you when you first discovered it. He knows this has to hurt. It's your entire career’s worth of work changing the field you love without bringing you along with it. Bringing the people that abandoned you along for the ride. It's everyone that shunned you flying on the wings of your work. And of course he knows your ex-fiance had a hand in it. The way the guy stared you down at the bar the one time Klaus saw him in person was enough for him to tell what kind of person he could be. That had to be another twist of the knife for you. 

He wants to protect you from it. To be some kind of hero, not like when he was a kid, but a real hero. To save you from the hurt and the pain, though he knows sometimes his protection is futile. He only hopes you know he would shield you from all of this and take the brunt of it if he could.You don't look at him, don't acknowledge his arrival until he begins collecting the nest of papers littered around you. Your eyes are brimmed red with tears and makeup cakes the bags under your eyes, but they're sober eyes. You haven't touched the bottle or the hash in the cabinet, Klaus notices, a decidedly good sign.

“How many years did I work on that?” Holy shit. Your voice is barely over a whisper, sounding not unlike a ghost, and he would know. 

“Don't go there,” he urges, trying to sound as firm as he can while still being gentle with you. Klaus shuffles the papers after they are all collected, straightens them like they are to be organized, then unceremoniously drops them on the floor. They bear nothing on your value and only have harm to contribute, so they don't even deserve the place on the table.

 “How long?” you repeat, looking more through Klaus than at him.

“Jesus, love. Snap out of it!” more emphatically, grabbing your shoulders this time. 

“No,” defiant and destructive, “This is the last thing I had.”

Klaus knows that. The last shreds of who you were before the clinic were gone now. You like your life. The one you have now. You have a little home and a partner that wants what's actually best for you, you have a job that doesn't drive you into the arms of an addiction, you have his family to supplement the one that no longer speaks to you. But the finality of it is like a sword on your neck. Your eyes leave his briefly, darting to the cabinet and back. Anything in there will only make you worse tonight. But instead of moving to get up, you rise to your knees and wrap your hands around his biceps, curling until nails bite crescent moons into his skin.

"Fuck me into the mattress, please I need it,” you beg, and he knows this look. This itch you can't scratch, this fix you can't fix yourself. The look you had when you first met. He knows you need him, and fuck, if you or he have any better options. He concedes, more than willing and happy to be that for you. If he cannot protect you from the things that hurt you, he’ll be the medicine and the treatment that heal you. Another small please dies on your lips as he claims it, swallowing it whole in a kiss. He kisses you further, using the momentum to push your pliant form down onto your back, crawling over you as you go. You're going to let him do whatever he wants to you, you concede. 

You trust him, that's love, you trust him to use you and be the stand in for any drug that could take the hurt and emptiness away from you. A true symbiotic relationship, like those sharks with the fish attached, but maybe you're both the shark and you're both the little fish attached. He suckles at your bottom lip, sure to leave it puffy and sore from kissing, leaning and laying his whole weight upon you in something less than a hug but more than an embrace. You want him to peel you apart, layer by layer, fuck you into nothingness and back again. You want him to use you, your body as an idle plaything for his appetite. A means to an end. Klaus leans himself into you, wanting you to feel yourself pressed into the bed, into him. If he covers you in him, you can't cover yourself in all the metaphysical shit you want to cover yourself in. But he has other plans for you tonight. Something to make your mind wander and put the sadness out of your mind. He strips you bare, piece by piece, hands and tongue racing to cover the newly bare skin. But then he stands up, and you openly and unabashedly whine at the loss of contact. 

But he shoots you a smile, to smooth away the pout, and reaches into one of the drawers. Of course he would go there tonight. Sneaky fucker always has something kinky up his sleeves. He unceremoniously sheds his clothes before returning to your bed, a bright purple, thick vibrator in his hands. The terminator, as you called it. When he returns to the bed he clasps your hands while transferring the terminator to them, placing a kiss on one of your knuckles before withdrawing and circling around to the other side of the bed where your head was. This was different.

“Fuck yourself with it, stuff it against your clit, do it,” he urges, leaning down your body and grabbing your left ankle, then your right. Lifting them into the air, his arms straight out in front of him to keep them parted and away from your body.  You obey, pressing the vibrator to your clit, rubbing it idly on the lowest setting, enough to moan through closed lips and to earn a smile from Klaus above you. 

“That's right, now push it in deep.” you obey again. Pushing the vibrator in as far as it will go, and turning it up to the highest setting. 

Immediately heat floods your body, a shiver wracking your body outright. Its powerful, you find yourself thinking there might be new batteries in the thing, or maybe your nerves are fried from emotional exhaustion. He holds your legs, though you struggle in vain against his hold, your climax rushing already from the sharp vibrations wracking your cunt unmercifully. He stares down at you not unlike a predator stalking its prey, that dark glint in his eye something dangerous and beautiful. He watches as you come undone, shaking and shivering and clenching around the vibrator, almost fascinated by the scene and the way you quietly thank him before sliding the toy out of you.

“Done so soon? I thought you wanted me to make you feel good,” his tone is playful but the intent is anything but. This is less a game, you know he means war. Tonight won’t end until you physically can’t move, and Klaus will make sure of it, you realize. The vibrator slides back into place, and even though you haven’t caught your breath from coming, your moaning and gently rocking your hips as you keep the toy in place.

“Open up for me, lover?” and you turn your head to be met with his hard cock, already leaking for you. Your lips part, welcoming him in as he starts to move, slow shallow thrusts against your lips and ready tongue. Your tongue lavishes his length gently savoring the feel of his soft skin against you as it travels the length within your mouth. Surely, Klaus moans in approval, little hums spurring you on as his thrusts get a little deeper, but staying on the conservative side of your molars. You love to get him off like this. It stirs your second orgasm up, pushing you to the brink with each little moan and thrust he gives as he shows his appreciation for you. When it hits you, the orgasm, the shuddering of your entire body, a moan rips itself from your throat and you moan around him, causing his hips to sputter, head of his cock bouncing against your throat. You turn the vibrator down with shaky hands, feeling the effects start to wear on your body. 

“Shiiiiiit shit oh my god,” he slips his cock from your mouth entirely, and your lips chase after it. “Did I hurt you?”

“Do it again,” your breathy voice, the open waiting mouth, Klaus has no choice to obey, pushing back in and not caring about the gentleness of a shallow thrust. He pushes until you gag a little, letting up only to let you breath, but keeping himself in your mouth as far as possible. 

“No, no sweet thing turn it back up, I wanna feel you moan all the way from the back of your throat,” commanding prophet voice, you recognize, and once again the vibrating onslaught begins. He holds you there, laboring to breathe as the toy wrecks your body, shaking and contorting from the overstimulation. He moans and praises you as his hips thrust, fully fucking your mouth until the tip of his cock bumps at your throat, relishing in the feeling of your warm soft lips wrapped around him and the whimpering, pleading moans from your throat. 

“One more, can you do that?” he checks in, “Can I finish in your mouth tonight?”

The hand not holding the toy in your soaked and aching pussy gives him a thumbs up, and he begins to thrust a little faster, earnestly trying to finish before you do. You almost can't tell where the normal overstimulation ends and your third orgasm begins, but a particularly hard spasm in your leg jerks Klaus’ arm forward, and you think that's probably it. He lets your legs go after that, letting you ease your back and drop the toy on the bed. When he looks down at you, all is lost. 

You look fucking beautiful. A goddess with smeared make up and a cock in your mouth. He’s never kidding when he says he would get people to worship you. If only everyone could see how beautiful you look, but honestly he would never fucking let them. Not after the tent situation. He watches your eyes as he finishes, silent promises and praise as he smiles and watches your throat bob, swallowing every last drop.

 There's an audible pop as he pulls himself from your mouth, your lips chasing to press a last little kiss to the tip before he’s too far away. He runs a hand through your hair, squeezes a breast, and then rounds the other side of the bed to grab the vibrator and put it away so you don’t accidentally lose it in the bed. That’s happened before.

“Remember,” Klaus starts, comforting partner voice, “in every dark cloud there's a purple vibrator.”

“No, that's not the phrase,” you dismiss, but you take his well meaning to heart. He crawls up on the bed, first covering your body with his, then rolling off to the side to snuggle up against you.

“Feeling a little better?” he asks, arms coming around you to squish your form into his bare chest warm and comforting.“How could I not be?” you whisper, kissing his skin and adding a little thank you that he might not even hear.

“Still want me to fuck you into the mattress, you wild thing?” he can feel you shaking from the collective aftershocks, muscles spasming and jolting under his firm hug.

“Save it til the morning, I’ll fall asleep if we try to fuck.”

“That’s not exactly flattering to my sexual prowess, but I’ll make you atone for that in the morning since you’re so tired.”And he kisses your head and you both drift off to sleep, on top of the covers and clinging to one another like life depends on it.

[mynameliterallymeanslove]

◇ The Ghost Of The Future ◇

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▪︎Five Dies AU▪︎

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Part Two

- Five is gone and something breaks

- Klaus didn't even see him leave, busy rolling a blunt under the table he pays no mind to the argument, Five and Father are always at each other for something or the other

-Hours later when Klaus is coming down from the high is when he notices something has happened

- Five is gone and Klaus laughs, loud and shrill

" The lucky bugger" he says, cheering on his brother's escape

- Vanya's white face slips his mind as he ambles languidly back to his room.

- The hours pass and Five is still gone. Klaus can faintly hear Vanya's anxious pattering through the wails of the dead. But a few pills later and everything fades away.

- Three days pass and Five isn't back. Luther declares that Five is off somewhere licking his wounds, Diego and Allison laugh agreeing. Vanya sits with Ben as they both watch vigil over the door. Klaus is oblivious to the time that passes, jumping from one haze to another.

Reginald is indifferent, he continues their training

- Two weeks pass, the act begins to splinter. Luther is quiet and pale, gazing forlornly at the door whenever he passes by. Diego is all sharp edges and cutting remarks constantly stalking the threshold.

There is something strained in mom's smile as the days pass yet Five's seat remains empty.

Allison disappears for hours at a time returning quiet her voice is strained when she returns, no one says anything.

Ben constantly makes himself sick with anxiety, and the sounds of Vanya's choked sobs somehow carry over the cacophony of the dead.

Klaus's stash had been found, forced through withdrawal, the situation is a lot less amusing when Five isn't there to sit with him in the mausoleum.

- A month goes by and the siblings are near desperate. Allison rumors Reginald and Pogo to stay out of the way whilst they search the best they can. Printing out multiple copies of pictures cut out from newspapers they take to the streets searching and searching, they notify the police why didn't Reginald notify them the search goes viral people all around trying to find the missing boy.

He is no where to be found

- Three months pass, no news comes Reginald calls off buries the search, the public have ridiculous and soft ideas on how to handle children, he needs none of that

Reginald calls Klaus to his office. Klaus is sober, has been for a while no one will take him seriously if he's out searching for his brother whilst high . Klaus is too exhausted to work himself up into complete panic another night gone with no results , and it's to early for him to be shoved into the mausoleum. What could Reginald want

- He asks no commands Klaus to summon Five or rather Five's ghost. Klaus feels as though ice has been poured down his back, he flinches. It never occurred to him he didn't let it that Five could he injured or even dead no

He is stood there for about 40 minutes entirely dumbfounded staring blankly at the wall till Reginald loses his patience and orders him out. His cruel words barley register in Klaus brain as he stumbles out

- Walking on auto pilot, Klaus heads to his room. Crawling under his covers he closes his eyes and cries.

- 6 months pass, half a year has gone by, missions resume.

- Five has officially been declared missing, the world decides six moths is long enough time for them to abandon the search and instead mourn The Boy, the children are subsequently forced back into superheroing.

The paint dries though there is still a faint whiff of the odd smell , Fives' painting has been up for a while.

- The first mission goes terribly, it's the breaking point. Luther carries Ben's unconscious body back home he hasn't been eating, why didn't any of them notice. Reginald's reply is cruel and scalding, no one reacts they have nothing to say, Five isn't there to argue back Diego doesn't take up that mantle for a while yet

- It's late, Vanya as she had been doing for months, crept out of her room some minutes ago and wouldn't be back till dawn, her fingers sticky and stained with jam their father had yelled but she didn't stop, she wouldn't for a long while

After waiting for a few minutes making sure Vanya is gone, Klaus sits up

He's gone sober for weeks to lead up to this point, to summon his brother to squash that still hopeful voice whispering daring what ifs . If Five was really gone, at least they should get one last chance to say goodbye.

Taking a steady breath, Klaus blanks his mind, a difficult feat to accomplish normally, now especially so with the groaning of the man with his guts ripped out hovering at the foot of his bed.

Nevertheless Klaus could be stubborn. He concentrates on Five. The boy with his smug grin , the huffs he made when he laughed, the distinct markings on his face, the way his eyes gleamed when he chattered on with Ben about his math's, the intense look he gave when you had his full attention, his sharp cutting tongue, the glare of his green eyes, the quiet scoff he gave when he found something dumb, the familiar popping noise he made when he jumped, the way he always emitted blue if you looked at him hard enough, the firmness of his hand and the comforting blue light that accompanied him everywhere. Klaus concentrated on the feeling that was Five and pulled.

[ahrorha]

Flame of Winter

This is the final chapter, and it feels unreal to have come so far. The story is far longer than I ever could imagine. And I want to thank everyone who joined me on this journey.

Your kind words were a joy to have received. Thank you so much for everything.

I love you guys <3

Chapter 35

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Upstairs in the Hanged Man in Kirkwall, Varric sat in his armchair. His room in the most famous tavern of Kirkwall had become his second office since he became the Viscount. Here he could hide for a while from the complaining nobles and stuffy politicians he was surrounded by in Hightown. He could clear his head here and listen to the common people living in Kirkwall, who faced, in his opinion, the real problems in life. Not that he could escape his 'assistant' (pain in the but) Senechal Bran here. Bran had just delivered another stack of letters that required his 'immediate' attention. Varric sighed. He would become bald, grey and worn out like the previous Viscount if he wasn't careful.

“I see you are still insisting on staying in this lovely part of town.”

Startled, Varric looked up and saw Dorian walking into his room, looking critical at his choice of furniture.

“Sparkler! You've already arrived. Take a seat.”

“Yes. My voyage was very boring and uneventful. No burly Qunari pirates visited to make it less tedious.”

Varric stood up to send for refreshments, and soon afterwards, he took a deep drink from a mug of ale while

Dorian was sniffing his wine before taking a careful sip. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the excellent taste.

Varric laughed. “I got you something good. My knowledge of wine has improved after spending time with you and Broody.”

They both were silent for a while.

Swirling his mug of ale, Varric asked. “Have you gotten one too?”

“Yes. Though mine was a little different.” Dorian answered.

“How so? Didn't you get a letter? Mine just showed on my nightstand when I woke up.”

Dorian gave him a surprised look. “A little unnerving. Do you know who brought it?”

Varric shook his head. “No, and to be honest. After Hawke, the Inquisition and my trip through eluvian capital, there is little that still can surprise me.”

“Well, this might just do. I have talked to our little Snowflake.”

“What?!”

“I didn't get a letter. I got a sending crystal.”

“What is that?”

“A small magical marvel. It is a magical gemstone that can be used for communication. They come in pairs, and you can talk with the person that has the other one. With the crystal came a small note with a date and time.”

“She has the other one?”

“Yes, though she hasn't answered any of my calls to this date, but I talked to her just before I left Minrathous. She is doing well, though she feels guilty about how she left. We talked a long time about me and how I was after Iron Bull's betrayal. I have to confess I wasn't entirely sober after that.”

“So, it is true she is back with Chuckles?”

“Yes, they are back together, and she seems happy.”

Varric sighed. “Well, at least one good thing has come out of this mess.”

“She also told me that things are far more complicated than she ever thought, and she was unsure what the future would bring.”

“You don't say. I know a lot of people don't believe what Chuckles is claiming and are more worried about the Qunari. But after what I saw in the Crossroads and seeing so many elves disappear, I know something is going to happen.”

“True, though our dear Inquisitor hasn't told everything that happened.”

Varric looked curiously at him.

Dorian chuckled. “Do you know what the first thing she did was, when she saw Solas?”

“No.”

“She slapped him with all her might.”

Varric sputtered. “She did what?”

“I think it may be not as bad with her at his side.”

“Maybe? I got an extra note with my letter, from the Dread Wolf himself.”

“Really?”

“Yep. He confessed that he had spent the last two years looking over his shoulder, fearing for a shot from my Bianca. He also thanked me for looking out for her.”

They both huffed a laugh and nursed their drinks again.

“Do you blame her?” Varric asked.

“After everything that happened to her and with the Circle looming over her head? No. Though I fear what the future is going to bring.

“If I have learned one thing over the years is that nothing is simple.” Varric lifted his mug. “Let's drink. And I think we will come face to face with her or Solas sooner than we might expect.”

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Skyhold was once again surrounded by a thick layer of snow. Cullen shivered as the cold wind tugged at his cloak. Winter had the Frostback Mountains full in its grasp. He looked up at the sky where slowly clouds were gathering. There would fall even more snow today. It would delay his departure even further back.

Feeling a little melancholy, he gazed over the walls. It had been almost eight months since the events at the Exalted Council, and soon he and the remaining troops would leave Skyhold for good. The fortress would become a mere outpost now the Inquisition had transferred into the personal honour guard of Divine Victoria.

Currently, the main body and command centre of the Inquisition was stationed in Val Royeaux. Most of the Inquisition's operations had already been transferred; what remained at Skyhold was the clean-up crew.

Cullen looked at how little was left of the once vast field of tents and huts in the valley. So much had already been deconstructed. A caravan of wagons was being loaded to bring the last of the supplies down the mountain. It was strange, they had arrived here with so little, and now they needed weeks to clear out the fortress.

It wasn't really necessary for him to be here, but it felt right to accompany the last of his men personally when they would leave. A final goodbye to another place he had called home.

Three years they had stayed at Skyhold, and somehow it felt like he hadn't achieved anything. True, many things happened here; they had defeated Corypheus and saved Thedas, but if what Ryan had told them about Solas was correct, then Corypheus had only been the beginning. He had a hard time grasping what Solas claimed to be. To

Cullen Fen'Harel was a character from elven folklore. In the past, he had never paid much attention to the Dalish tales about their gods. As an Andrastian, he had always believed that their talks about elven gods were no more than silly fairytales. Even now that he had spent time studying those stories, he wasn't any wiser as to how to prepare for an opponent that claims to have made the very Veil itself. But one thing was for sure, Solas had outsmarted them all, even Leliana.

It had been very sobering to see how many elves had disappeared after Ryan's confrontation with Solas. Over a period of weeks, servants, craftsmen, cooks and cleaners had left. They all disappeared overnight, not leaving any trace behind. And it wasn't only the Inquisition or Orlais that reported the disappearance of elves; it was the same in Fereldan, Nevarra and the Free Marches. Tevinter was keeping quiet, but they gathered enough information to know that they also struggled with people becoming missing. Whole families had left, leaving some alienages almost empty and the servant quarters abandoned. There were even reports of entire Dalish clans that hadn't been seen on their migration paths. It showed just how vastly Solas' network was and how his people had access to every organisation in Thedas.

Maybe the most dangerous thing was that no one could estimate how big Solas' forces really were. It showed just how no one took the elves seriously and how they could have operated without being noticed. Cullen had a hard time convincing others of the dangers those elves could represent. To most, the disappearance was a mere nuisance; they complained because their servants they relied on had left. And for once, they had a hard time finding a replacement.

What they didn't see was the threat those elves could represent. Cullen knew from his own experience how dangerous things could become once Solas would train these elves. The Inquisition itself had started this way; the first soldiers under his command were recruits from Haven, men and women who barely knew how to hold a sword. The same recruits turned out to be brave soldiers that won many battles and helped to defeat Corypheus.

Solas had achieved what hadn't happened in seven hundred years; he was uniting the elves of Thedas. Though Cullen couldn't guess what Solas' plan was. He had said to the Inquisitor that he would destroy the world, but Cullen doubted that Solas would destroy it in such a way that his allies wouldn't survive. But he wondered what Solas' plans meant for the humans. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be peaceful. With how things were now, no human nation would support any claim of the elves for land or power.

He shook his head. No, whatever was going to happen would end in more bloodshed.

His thoughts went to Eirlana. Was she back beside the man she loved? Or had Solas cast her aside just like after the defeat of Corypheus. He felt a pang in his heart thinking of her. He missed her more than he wanted to admit, and although she had rejected him, he hoped that wherever she was, she was happy.

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Cullen entered his quarters, a familiar headache pulsing in his head. Without Eirlana's healing, his headaches had returned, as well as his cravings for lyrium. He sat down at his desk, feeling drained. With a sigh, he rubbed his tired eyes, knowing there wasn't any escape from his withdrawal. But there was no time to rest; even in an almost abandoned fortress, paperwork was waiting for him. Letting out another sigh, he grabbed a report to be read when his sight fell on a small raven scroll lying in front of him. With a frown, he took it, wondering where the scout had gone to who had delivered this. A message from a raven typically meant they needed a reply immediately. With ease, he broke the seal and unrolled it. A small pressed elfroot leaf fell out of it, and Cullen's heart skipped a beat when he recognised the familiar handwriting.

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Cullen

I don't know if you want to hear from me, but I have a request.

Meet me alone at the grove tonight. I will be waiting for you.

Eirlana

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Cullen sat there stunned, re-reading the short message. Why would she contact him? Grabbing a drink from his secret stash, he stared out of the window, not knowing what he should do.

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The eluvian sprang to life in the small elven ruin. The eluvian was half-buried in the rubble, and Himel had to bow down to step through it. Immediately he checked the surroundings. Soon he was followed by other elven soldiers that spread out and did the same. The eluvian's surface rippled again a short while later, and Solas and Eirlana stepped through it.

Himel returned to them and kneeled down. “There are no signs of any activity in the vicinity, my Lord.”

Solas fussed at the fur collar of Eirlana's cloak, pulling it tighter around her neck. “Wait here for our return.”

“Yes, my Lord.” answered Himel. “Stay safe.” He then directed his men to their stations and guard this place.

“Are you ready?” Solas asked Eirlana, stroking her cheek with his gloved thumb.

Eirlana nodded. “Just a little nervous.”

“We will be alright.” Solas stepped out of the ruins in the open and transformed himself into a huge black wolf. Crouching down, he waited until Eirlana had climbed on his back. Once she had securely grabbed his fur, he rose and took off. The sun was setting, turning the snowy peaks into orange and pink hues wherever the twilight managed to peak through the heavy snow clouds. When they arrived at the mountain ridge surrounding Skyhold, night had fallen, and Solas slowed down. Casting a spell to hide himself and Eirlana, he carefully made his way over the mountaintop and down the valley. As of yet, he couldn't find anything unusual other than that the walls had far fewer guards and that the fires in the settlement surrounding the lake had dwindled in number. Skyhold was almost abandoned. Confident that there was no trap waiting for them, he fade-stepped the last distance into the grove.

Solas waited again, listening, smelling for any sign of trouble before lowering himself so Eirlana could slip off his back. He transformed back and walked with Eirlana to the oak growing at the far end of the grove. Silently Eirlana lay a couple of white flowers on the grave of their unborn daughter. She shivered when Solas took her in his arms, it still hurt that she had lost her, but the pain didn't sting as much as it used to. She could feel how Solas also mourned the loss. It was strange to be with him here together after the years she had mourned alone. But she was grateful they finally could share their loss without the burden of their secrets between them.

She leant against Solas, and he pressed a kiss on her head. “She will always be a part of us.” he said softly. “And who knows, maybe she has decided to come back.” His hand stroked her tummy tenderly. Under his fingers, he could feel the spark of a new life. “You have given life to something precious again.”

She shivered again under his loving stare, which turned concerned immediately.

“Are you alright? Do you feel cold? Do you need something?”

Grabbing his hand, she smiled. “No, I am fine. We both are. Though it's strange to be suddenly in the snow again.” She squeezed his hand to reassure him. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Solas' ears twitched as he heard footsteps in the distance.

“Stay back.” he whispered and turned back into a wolf. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the glow of a lamp. Silently he moved forward, curious if Cullen had heeded Eirlana's request.”

.

Cullen stepped into the grove alone. It had just begun to snow, and he peered through snowflakes, wondering if Eirlana would really be here or if he was about to step into a trap. Maybe Leliana was trying to test his loyalty in a twisted way. She had become highly suspicious and vigilant after what happened at the Exalted Council. Seeing no one, he walked further when suddenly a giant black wolf appeared from the dark. It was double the size of a big war-horse, and its six yellow eyes were glaring at him.

Startled, Cullen dropped the lamp and reached for his sword, cursing he hadn't brought his shield.

“Cullen?” Eirlana's voice called for him.

He hesitated to draw his weapon further when he saw her approaching from behind the wolf.

“I come as your friend. Are you alone?” she asked.

“I am alone.” he answered, not taking his eyes of the wolf. It had to be Solas, he thought. Slowly he sheeted his sword and spread his hands. “I am not here to hurt you.”

Eirlana smiled, seeing Cullen's gesture. “Solas, please.” she turned to Solas.

Solas took another deep sniff before he was satisfied that Cullen was telling the truth; with a whoosh, he turned back. He gave him another silent stare before he spoke. “You have nothing to fear from me, Commander. I am merely here to escort her.” He kissed Eirlana on her forehead before he stepped back and leaned his back against a tree, not letting his guard down.

.

Cullen felt a chill running through him; Solas wore a full golden and black elven armor under a black-furred coat. He looked nothing like the humble apostate Cullen knew. Though he had the same face, his body language and expression had changed dramatically. It now screamed confidence and self-esteem, and even without having consumed lyrium for years, Cullen knew he had never faced a more powerful mage.

It was a stark contrast with how Eirlana looked as she approached him. Her armor consisted of a silverite breastplate and arm guards, both of elven design and richly engraved. Under them, she wore finely tailored blue robes that were silver embroidered. Her cloak was lined with white furs. She looked radiant, like a noble elf from one of the old elven legends he recently read. Her hair had been intricately braided and decorated with a silver circlet. He also noticed silver jewellery encasing her left ear. It curled along her whole ear and had a couple of silver chains dangling down. Both jewels were adorned with small blue gems that glittered in the light of the lamp.

Cullen was stunned, not knowing if what he saw was real. Before him stood the two most wanted elves in all of Thedas. And they had just shown up, taking the risk of him betraying her request. Although now Eirlana was coming closer, he also could feel her magic radiating from her. It was stronger than ever before.

“Cullen?”

He realised he had been staring at her. “I...”

Not only Solas demeanour had changed, but she had also changed. She seemed stronger and more at ease. There was an air of self-confidence around her she usually only displayed when she worked as a healer. Her eyes had lost the sadness that he had seen in the past two years. She looked more content, happy. It gave Cullen both a feeling of relief and sadness.

.

“I am sorry about the way we parted ways.” Eirlana smiled at him.

Cullen looked back at Solas for a second. He was still leaning against the tree, he looked relaxed, but Cullen could tell he was listening and watching for any sign of danger.

He focussed back on her; he needed to know. “I understand, but I have to ask. Did you know about Solas?”

“Did I know he is Fen'Harel?”

He nodded.

“Yes, I knew. Did I know about his plans or his involvement against the Qunari at the Exalted Council? No. Though I always intended to leave the Inquisition and look for Solas after the Council.”

It shocked him that she knew about Solas' identity, but it wasn't surprising she had planned to leave the Inquisition. He couldn't see her go into a Circle.

Eirlana huffed a laugh. “This is more difficult than I thought. I want to tell you so much, though I find it difficult to find the right words.”

Cullen rubbed his neck, feeling awkward. This is ridiculous; they used to talk all the time. Why did he freeze now? “How... how are you?” he asked; it was the first thing that popped into his mind.

She looked at her feet, gathering her thoughts. “Good.” she looked at him. “I want to say wonderful, but it is more complicated than that. There is much I need to consider.”

He shook his head lightly and smiled. Her answer reminded him of Solas and how he used to give answers that only resulted in more questions. “I see you have spent much time with Solas.”

A beautiful smile of love and affection spread on her lips, giving Cullen a slight sting of jealousy, but he was also relieved to see her so happy.

“I did.” she answered. “Though many matters demand our attention.” She stared at the mountains in the distance. “Everything is much more complicated than I ever could imagine. Good and evil, right and wrong, they are not so easy to define anymore.” Sighing, she looked back at Cullen. “But I didn't come here to discuss such matters. I came to help you. Your symptoms must have returned for a while now.”

He nodded slowly, perplexed that she put herself in danger for him. They must be aware that both the Inquisition and the Chantry were looking for them. Not that their searches had any results, but they both had to know the danger they put themselves in by coming here. And yet, here she was, taking the risk of being captured just to help him.

.

“Come. Let's sit down.”

She walked towards the frozen water of the grove's spring and sat down on its stone edge. Cullen glanced at Solas, who watched them without saying a word before he followed her. She had removed her gloves and

raised her hands towards his face, activating her magic. He closed his eyes as her familiar magic engulfed him. As always, a sense of relief and peacefulness washed over him, chasing away his headache and discomforts of his lyrium withdrawal. Then something changed; he could feel her magic going deeper. The residual lyrium within him reacted immediately; he could feel it hum and answering the call of her magic. It felt both peaceful and overwhelming at the same time.

Cullen wondered, what more had she learned over these past months?

He took a sharp breath when he could feel the lyrium leave his body, burning away like small timber. It gave him chills throughout his body. He inhaled deeply when the magic finally ebbed away, and he felt cleansed and whole again. A little disorientated, he opened his eyes. Solas had moved next to them and offered his hand to help Eirlana up. He hadn't even heard him approach.

Looking at him, she smiled. “Thank you for coming and honouring our friendship. I won't ask secrecy from you. You may tell everyone what has occurred here.”

She pulled out a satchel from a small bag she carried. “Here this is for the others. It is not as effective as my abilities, but it will help them. I am sorry, but I can't risk it to meet them.”

Still, a little dazed, Cullen took it. “I will see to it that they get it.”

“ I have included the recipe to make more. Adan or any other skilled alchemist should be able to make them.”

Solas suddenly whipped his head around and stared up the walls of Skyhold. They could faintly hear some guards talking. He turned back and pulled Eirlana's hood up. “I am sorry, my love. It is time to leave.”

She nodded and gave Cullen a smile. “Farewell.”

Then she turned around and walked back to one of the bigger oak trees.

Cullen watched her before focussing again on Solas.

Solas studied him before he spoke. “I have to thank you for protecting her when I couldn't. I will never forget what you have done for her. I hope that our paths won't cross when you are operating in the name of the Chantry or the Inquisition. Live well, while time remains.”

He inclined his head and then joined Eirlana. Cullen noticed when he turned he had the same elvish ear ornament that she wore. Only his was crafted from dark metal.

Solas transformed into a giant wolf again and crouched down so Eirlana could climb on his back. Watching them, Cullen stood up and immediately could feel a difference in his body. Gone was the stiffness and the pain he was used to. He huffed, not even remembering a time when he wasn't in discomfort. His head was clear, and the constant calling for lyrium had disappeared.

“Goodbye, Cullen.” Eirlana said to him.

“Goodbye.” he answered. “Eirlana. I... please stay safe.” he then raised his voice a little. “And you! Don't you dare to leave her again, or a swear by the Maker I will...”

The wolf turned his head and closed slowly his to many eyes, as if he was acknowledging him. Eirlana smiled at Cullen and ruffled Solas fur. Cullen watched as they both turned invisible and a trail of paw-prints and disturbed snow let into the darkness. By now, it was snowing heavily, and Cullen knew that their tracks would be gone by the morning. Wondering what the future would bring, he walked back to Skyhold. At that moment, he shared Solas' sentiment and hoped he would never be forced to face Eirlana as an enemy.

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Solas ran over the mountain passes. His heart tugged as he felt Eirlana's sorrow as they left Skyhold behind. He could understand her pain. She had given up so much to be at his side and would face even more heartbreaking decisions in the future. It was a fate he couldn't spare her from.

Suddenly her hand stroked the fur by his ear. Now they were truly bonded; she could feel his sorrow as he could feel hers. There was a spike of gratitude towards each other as they knew they were not alone.

Travelling through the snow, they went to face an uncertain future. But they knew one thing for sure. Being bonded, they would face it together.

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This is the end so far. I can't wait for DA 4 to blow our minds again with long lost secrets and hidden lore. And our next heartbreak that will come (thnx Bioware ;p)

We already know that the next wizard in our party will have some hidden agenda. And I hope we will finally be able to romance a dwarf.

Until we meet again, for I am not finished writing fanfiction in the epic world of Dragon Age

[imjeralee]

Wallflower: Chapter 8 - O Brother, Where Art Thou? (NSFW)

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers. You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

Extra note: This is very nsfw btw

O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU?

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...

Raihan carries you over to his dining table and makes you lie down whilst he remains standing before you, deliberately nudging your legs apart and he leans over, your lips pressing together heatedly.

The house is quiet except from the clock ticking on the wall and your breathless, lusty moans as your lips meet again and again. Raihan's touching you everywhere, his hands sliding under your clothes and sending numerous tremors down your spine as he explores every inch of your skin. It's not surprising when you feel his hardened bulge against your crotch but you don't want to stop, even though your heart is beating so hard. You want this to happen; you feel ready for this.

He trails kisses over the side of your face and all the way to the column of your neck where he bites and nibbles, nipping at your soft flesh playfully. You push yourself off the table using the back of your elbows and you weave your hands into his hair, threading your fingers between his dreadlocks to keep him in place as he focuses on kissing you on the mouth and unbuttoning your shirt.

You find yourself assisting and your shirt is pried apart, his fingers slip deftly underneath the soft material of your bra to grope your breast. You gasp as he squeezes and massages your breasts thoroughly, his fingers pinching your nipples - you help him remove the garment entirely, the straps falling over your shoulders flimsily and the cups loosening. 

Raihan leans forwards again, presses his large hands under your breasts and scoops them up, feeding them into his mouth and lapping at your nipples with the tip of his tongue which forces out a lustful moan from the back of your throat.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close your eyes and return to lie over the table comfortably as he continues to suck, starting with your right breast; the other is not forgotten - he lavishes your left breast by kneading the flesh with his large hand, tracing and tweaking your nipple over and over again with his fingertips. Your breasts are very tender now but before he moves to your left, he throws you a quick glance then he begins his licking and suckling.

His lips are hot and needy as he kisses and bites your skin around your nipple; your breasts feel rather wet and sore as he continues to kiss and suckle your flesh before he plants little butterfly kisses over your collarbone and neck before his lips return to claim yours once again. You run your hands over his bare shoulders as you kiss before carefully encircling your arms around his neck; his skin is smooth to touch, his muscles thick and lean.

Breaking apart for a brief moment, you let go of him to tug on the waistband of his shorts; Raihan returns to stand and pulls your leggings and panties off and discard them on the floor. Your heartbeat soars as soon as you’re both freed of your clothes; you're both naked and sober for a change, your head is clear and so is your conscience. You want him and he wants you, and you are going to do this.

You sit up again to cup his jaw, planting kisses over the side of his face; he chuckles at your eagerness and kisses you passionately whilst he reaches over and rummages for a condom from the pockets of his discarded shorts. His breathing becomes laboured as you press your body against him thoroughly, nibbling at the shell of his ear as he puts it on and once he's ready, he rubs the heel of his palm between your legs - you're wet enough - and he takes your hips in his grasp and angles you properly. 

You close your eyes as he enters; he stretches you completely with his thick girth and you bite down on your lip, lying down over the surface of the table as he guides himself inside.

You're not exactly prepared for his size. He's bigger than you had expected; he's huge, stretching your walls and you bite down on your lip. He’s really hot and hard and he seizes hold of your waist, pulling you forwards and allowing himself to slip in even deeper inside you inch by inch, taking it slow until he's all the way to the hilt, causing you to let out an incredibly loud moan in response as you draw your legs up, knees bent.

Once you’re both comfortable, Raihan begins to work himself inside you. You lay on the table with his hands grasping your hips, holding you in place when he withdraws and pulling you towards him when he thrusts; you sheathe him entirely and Raihan grunts whilst you moan and gasp, closing your eyes as he fucks you.

Your instincts kick in once the pleasure starts to build up from the pace he's setting. He starts off gentle and you can feel each smooth penetration of his cock and every stroke and it’s torture as he glides past your folds and fills you up so intimately with his shaft, thrusting inside you with such vigor and intensity.

He feels so good inside; the more you moan for him, the quicker he settles into an unforgiving pace, pulling you even closer as he grinds into you, penetrating you deeply with each thrust. You arch your back and moan, squeezing your eyes shut as he fills you up again and again.

Your thighs begin to tremble as the pleasure builds up and up until you're almost crying. The expression on your face is one of indescribable ecstasy and Raihan comes first, grunting. He's still moving, rubbing back and forth against your sensitive nub and definitely not letting the momentum go away which you appreciate because you're so, so close.

You're able to sit up, slamming your palms flat over the surface of the table and leaning your head back as your hips knock together; he doesn't slow down with his thrusts, gripping your thighs tightly and lifting your legs higher into the air. You finally reach that high which you experienced with him that fateful night and you can no longer move, sighing with pleasure as you contract and spasm around him.

Your heart thumping hard, you sweep your hair back whilst Raihan lets go of your legs, pressing his lips over the side of your face. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, attempting to regain your breath until he lifts you off the table and carries you out of the lounge and up the stairs to his room for a second round.

....

Later.

You're used to sleeping on your side, curled up and in a foetal position but on this occasion, you wake up to discover you're not alone and Raihan is spooning you from behind; it takes a few seconds to register before you smile to yourself, pressing your face into his pillow - wait, nope, it's not his pillow, it's his hand - you're actually resting on his arm - no matter, it's extremely comfy and he stirs and he begins stroking the side of your face and hair and you snuggle against his palm. 

You hear him groaning lightly and his other arm that's draped around your waist increases in grip and thoroughly presses your back against his chest. He shifts carefully behind you, grunting audibly under his breath. You're sore, raw and sensitive right now but aside from that, your body feels pretty damn amazing and you feel so comfortable lying on the bed beside him.

In fact, you're at such ease that you can't seem to muster the energy to leave the warmth and cosiness of his embrace and you gingerly place your own hand over his. 

You know he's awake now because he alternates between snuggling you and stroking your hair and arm. You lie still as he begins to press his lips over your bare shoulder and you can feel the tips of his teeth digging into your skin playfully. You've become extremely intimate with him - even though your relationship began by getting intimate in the first place - but you don't mind at all and it's very likely you will share more intimate moments with him in the future.

He leans down and you can feel his breath on your cheek. "Hey...you okay?"

"Mm-hm."

"Was I too rough?"

"No." You murmur. He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulder, leaning down to press his lips over your cheek and jaw. You sigh with content, closing your eyes. "What time is it..."

He stops kissing you to quickly glance over. "It's almost ten." And he promptly returns to holding you close to him, clasping your hand tightly with his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before he begins sucking on your fingers. "Do you wanna stay for the rest of the night?"

"I can't; I should go home soon. Sorry."

"That's alright."

You don't make any indication to leave at this moment so you both settle into a comfortable silence until you murmur, "I watched the DVD. I heard what I said.... and you still went to find me the next day."

"Yep." He leans down, lips by your ear, "I know I took your virginity..."

You blink, before you press your face into the pillow, your cheeks red. Raihan chuckles at your reaction and gives you an affectionate squeeze before he begins kissing the side of your face, his hand moves from your waist and inbetween your legs. 

His fingers gently part your folds and he begins to slowly tease you as he prods at your entrance before slipping two fingers inside, one at a time. You curl up as he stretches you and you feel yourself becoming wet in an instant. Squeezing your eyes shut, you instinctively begin to grind against his hand, your hips moving back and forth as he fingers you.

Brows furrowing, you drag air between your teeth before your mouth opens in a silent gasp as Raihan continues his torturous motions until he retreats his fingers and you're disappointed because you were about to come until his fingers are quickly replaced with a thicker, longer and warmer shaft that glides past your folds and fills you up which you find far more fulfilling and you moan loudly, unable to contain it any longer.

You move with him as he thrusts in and out, your hips rocking together as you turn to face him and he captures your lips with his. He strokes your thigh and ass and occasionally kneads and massages your breasts with his hand, rubbing his thumb over your nipples until the peaks turns stiff.

You kiss as he continues to slam into you, your entrance wet and dripping and allowing slick penetration; his cock stretches you fully and goes in deep, his tip hitting your womb with each thrust. 

You cry out, fingers digging into the pillow for some ground and he concentrates on grinding into you with sensual thrusts. He squeezes down on your breast as you come, your chest heaving as your lower body shudders with pleasure all over. 

Your walls contract and squeeze around his cock uncontrollably and you pant heavily and close your eyes, trying to catch your breath until he slips out of you and you feel him climbing over you and the mattress sinks under his weight as he cages you in his arms.

You roll over to lie on your back and glance up at him, watching as he nestles between your legs and guides himself inside you once more, forcing a gasp from your lips. Hooking your knees with his arms, he starts thrusting all over again.

You're in for a long night.

...

Next day.

Opening the front door of your cottage, you inhale a deep breath of crisp, fresh air and exhale loudly.

You didn't get much sleep last night, but whatever.

What a wonderful morning. You can't see the sky because the trees are thick and it's eternal darkness here, but you're sure the weather is amazing and there's cute little Rookidees singing in their trees and plump pink Hoppips happily floating around.

Grinning to yourself, you adjust the strap of your bag, slip on your shoes and pop your earphones in, then switch your music on and find your favourite song. You let the song consume you and you're up and ready to go, locking the door behind you and hopping down the path of your house with a spring in your step and in tune to the music. 

You're on your way to work and you accidentally catch sight of your reflection off the glass of the pokemon centre as you wander by. There are plenty of lovebites all over your neck and collarbone which you don't pay much attention to. Instead, you quickly brush some hair from your eyes and check your teeth. Hey, you look good! Along the way, you see some of your neighbours and you wave and greet them; usually, you wouldn't have done it unless they waved to you first.

Further up ahead, there's a massive queue for the Corviknight taxi as it's rush-hour but you don't mind at all. In fact, you spend the half-hour wait searching up beauty salons and hairdressers, trying to find the best prices for manicures, pedicures and makeovers. You are going to spoil yourself, and spoil yourself you will. When it's finally your turn, the taxi ride is over in a jiffy and you're deposited at your workplace where you push open the door and see your boss behind the counter.

"Good morning!" She says cheerfully, to which you smile widely in return.

"Morning!"

She stops sweeping at once and looks at you incredulously. "Hen?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" You exclaim, beaming widely as you make a beeline for the storeroom. "The weather is great today, don't you think?"

Your boss blinks wide-eyed before she giggles to herself; she leaves you alone to get ready, you stow your bag away into your locker, change your shoes and put your apron on. You begin your usual tasks and checks, breezing through the egg nursery, some EV training and for some reason, the day goes by much quicker than usual. Inside the main play area and there's poop and puke all over the floor courtesy of the babies, but you know what? That’s totally fine!

Grabbing the mop and bucket, you clean up whilst humming to yourself jovially, dancing around the tiles with a smile on your face. However, before lunch, some douchebag customer comes to pick up his Thievul - who has been really sweet and well-behaved - but his trainer doesn't look satisfied with the care and demands for a refund. 

Your boss struggles to cope with his demeanour and he's shouting and scaring the babies so you decide to step in and face him head on. With a wide smile, you watch as he screams and barks and shakes his fist at your face threateningly but you're unaffected! You apologise and tell him if he's dissatisfied with the service, he can send a complaint letter to Macro Cosmos since all nurseries are essentially run by the conglomerate. 

Knowing that this is completely futile, he leaves, marching away and slamming the door shut and calling you and your boss a few choice words consisting of 'dumb bitch' and 'ugly slag'. But you're still smiling.

"Hen, are you alright?" Your boss asks you for the umpteenth time today.

"Yep!"

She looks perplexed but nonetheless, is pleased with your productivity and fabulous attitude and professional handling of that uncivil lout. When it's your lunchtime, hell, even your usual bland sandwiches and juice tastes better than ever and as you sit on the porch of the nursery with some of the Pokemon, you check your messages to see that Raihan has sent you a photo of himself working out with Goodra along with a photo of his lunch. 

You feel your cheeks warming and you smile even wider as you snap a photo of yourself with some of the babies who gather around you for the photo. You hit send and eagerly wait for his response, holding Rotom to yourself tightly; you are on cloud nine. You have not felt like this, perhaps...ever.

You're so happy right now, it's indescribable, it's unbelievable! Are you in love? If you are, it's wonderful, it's the most beautiful thing in the entire world and you wish this moment would never end.

In fact, nothing could ruin this -

Suddenly, you see a message popping up on your screen and you let out a squeak of delight. Raihan's gotten back to you - oh, wait. What is this? No, it's not. It's not Raihan, it's someone else. The message that has appeared is in block capitals and printed in red.

Your smile drops.

"Bzz! Emergency video call!" Rotom cries.

You hurriedly swipe the screen to see your mother on the other end. She's ashen-faced, looking positively terrified and she's sobbing helplessly. "...Mum? What's wrong?"

"It's your brother; he's missing!"

...

Your trip to Ballonlea is a nerve-wracking one - you had spent the entire taxi ride talking to your hysterical mother via video call. You're so grateful to have such an understanding boss and although she's nice, you're worried you are now more trouble than you're worth considering this is the second time you've had to leave work on sudden notice - you hate how things like this keep happening to you. Can't you catch a break? Obviously not, it seems. Once you hang up on the phone, you feel sick and uneasy. Should you call Raihan and tell him what's going on?

Glenn is missing.

He didn't return home after he left your house. Mum's checked his bungalow in Mahogany Town but he wasn't there and there is no sign he returned - nothing's been touched. He hasn't gone to Ecruteak either. Mum's spoken to the folk who know him and no-one has seen him. His pokemon are missing, too. He hasn't returned any of her calls or messages and now she's called the police in Johto but they have not managed to find him.

It's then you remember that Glenn called you after your disastrous camping date with Raihan, which means you were probably the last person to see and speak to him. Your mum grills you about the conversation you had but you cannot tell her anything - you didn't recognise where he was and you didn't discuss anything particularly important. There's no indication that Glenn would disappear willingly. Something bad must have happened to him...

Holding your head in your hands, you wipe away at the tears which are building up in your eyes. Not Glenn. Anyone but him. How could this happen? Where could he be, and why did he go missing? Glenn is so important to you and you're so scared for him, you feel sick to the stomach; you were not aware and didn't think of checking up on him - partially because you're so used to Glenn sporadically visiting you every now and then with no notice so you don't message or call him everyday...but you should've. This time, you should've. It wouldn't even have taken five minutes. You should've called him, just to make sure. Your blood turns cold, the fear seeping in from all four corners. You pray that he's safe, that nothing has happened to him....that he's okay.

You reluctantly call Raihan and you're relieved when he picks up. After you tell him, he insists in coming to see you and you've decided to meet at the pokemon centre. On the way, there's a ruckus near the entrance of the Glimwood Tangle - you see Ms Opal along with a little boy with dark hair who is wearing a strange white mask - it's Allister, the gym leader of Stow-on-Side. They're talking to a tall young woman with ginger hair tied into a side ponytail, wearing a light brown coat and light-coloured trousers - you recognise her as Sonia, the granddaughter of Professor Magnolia who is well known in Galar. Beside her is a Charizard and a young man with tan skin, long purple hair and bright, golden eyes.

It's Leon, the champion. What is he doing here?? You're so shocked by his arrival that you stop in your tracks just to stare. You can't help it. A group of locals have completely surrounded them and their focus is particularly on Leon. You're stunned to see him in person - indeed, the red cape looks expensive and those white leggings look very tight on his body. You can even overhear some of their conversation:

"What brings you to Ballonlea, Mr Champion?"

"There's been reports of a strange white light coming from the woods so myself, Sonia, Opal and Allister have been asked to investigate. We would appreciate if you could give us some space whilst we look around," Leon speaks in an incredibly clear and concise manner - it's probably because he's so used to speaking to large audiences, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you all have a champion time!"

He turns with a smooth twist of his body and raises his arm, striking a pose. Oh right, it's his signature pose. The crowd goes wild, cheering for him in a frenzy whilst his Charizard looks on with arms crossed.

"Please do be careful, Mr Champion. A lot of people get lost in the woods."

"Before you go, can I have your autograph, please?"

"Yeah! Can I take a photo with you?"

You've heard that Leon has a dismal sense of direction so you're kind of glad he's not alone in this. And honestly, you want a photo with Leon too and his autograph, but Glenn is your priority here - and you quickly enter the pokemon centre. Raihan's not here yet so you'll withdraw some pokemon and switch some around. You can't deny that there's a terrible feeling in the pit of your gut. Right now, you have Metagross, Garchomp and Tyranitar in your party. You have three more to choose. Hm, who to pick?

After you've decided on your team, you exit the centre just in time to see Raihan arriving; he pays the taxi fare and you immediately rush up to him; when he sees you, he holds his arms out and brings you into his embrace, holding onto you tightly.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

You shake your head, closing your eyes as he holds you.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Looker to help."

Somehow, you're not exactly keen on asking for Looker for help even though he probably wouldn't mind and it's the right thing to do; however, it still feels like a burden to ask the agent. After all, he's part of international police and wouldn't really spend his time looking for missing people... However, you don't have too many options, so you nod silently. With Looker's help, there'll be no doubt that Glenn will be found. Raihan glances towards the direction of the woods, noticing the presence of Sonia, the gym leaders including the champion himself and raises a brow.

"What's going on here?" He asks. You know he'll need to talk to them later.

"I'm not sure."

"I'll call Looker first."

"Thanks."

As Raihan makes his phonecall, you glance at your phone and wonder if it's worth a shot attempting to call your brother's phone. With nothing to lose, you find him in your contacts list, press down on the button and wait. You opt for a video call and wait a brief moment and suddenly - to your utmost surprise, the screen switches on and you're stunned and relieved when you see your brother's face.

"Glenn?!!!?" You exclaim in shock, and Raihan pauses in his phonecall and heads over to you, "Glenn, you're okay!!! Where are you?!!"

He looks pale and exhausted, his eyes sunken in. Is he high? No, there aren't really telltale signs... "Sis?" He breathes out.

"Where are you? What happened?"

"Uh..." He pauses, looking around. He's surrounded by an array of familiar neon lights. "I think I'm in the Glimwood Tangle but I don't recognise this area...I think I'm lost. Like really lost."

What?! He's closeby! You breathe a sigh of relief and thank the heavens that he's fine, "It's okay, just stay where you are, I'm gonna get you."

"Please hu - " Glenn stops in mid-sentence. You watch in confusion as he suddenly closes his mouth, his eyes going glossy and the phone drops out of his hands and hits the ground. You hear a crack and the screen splits, broken - your view goes sideways as you see rows and rows of neon green mushrooms outlining the path.

"Glenn?" You squeak, as he begins to trudge away. You can only see his feet and he's moving further and further away from you. "Glenn, come back! Glenn...?"

He's not alone - you see a strange being waddling beside him - it's fairly short, only going up to his knees and it's got pink stubby feet, a slim white body and a large purple mushroom cap on its head. It's three spindly filaments latch onto his hand and begins to lead him away further into the woods.

Turning round, it stares at you with it's lifeless, beady black eyes.

....

[elitegleeksrp]

Welcome to LAS DALTON ENCINAS as an old money socialite student that paid tuition to get on campus, CAMPBELL CLARINGTON. Check out our newbie checklist if you’re not sure how to start and send your account in within the next 48 hours to get started! 

OOC INFORMATION ⇨

Alias: Helena

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 28

Timezone: EST

Chosen FC: Kaya Scodelario

IC INFORMATION ⇨

Name: Campbell Clarington

Age: 25

Birthday: August 5

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible

Social position: (Scholarship student? Socialite student? Public college student? If not attending school, at least clarify if they’re rich, middle class, or poor) Socialite Student

Occupation: (If your character doesn’t work, still write their family’s business here) Campbell does not work, the Claringtons are very wealthy due to their high military status and careers.

BIOGRAPHY INFORMATION ⇨

TW: drug use, alcohol use, cancer, death

Campbell Clarington was born August 5, 1995 on the US military base Fort Campbell, located on the border of Tennessee and Kentucky. As the youngest and only female Clarington, Campbell grew up as the apple of her brother's eye. She and Hunter were always extremely close, despite the family secret that Campbell was actually the product of an affair, and she is a half-sibling. She has always looked up to her brother beyond compare, believing him to be the perfect sibling. Although the Clarington parents never treated Campbell differently for being the product of an affair, that didn't mean they were perfect parents. Due to the family's status and easily recognizable name, immense amounts of pressure were placed on the Clarington children. Expectations on how to behave, how to act, how to conduct themselves were ingrained within them from the time they could speak, and their parents' expectations were firm and unwavering. There wasn't ever a ton of love nor affection flowing through the Clarington household, and each child responded to that differently.

Throughout her childhood and teenage years, Campbell did her absolute best to meet and excel far beyond any of the standards set by her family. She excelled in everything she did, holding top marks in academics and high rankings in all extracurriculars she pursued. She was gorgeous, well-groomed, well-liked, and embodied every one of the values her family expected of her. When Campbell was 13, her father was promoted into a position that required the family to move overseas, to Spain. Having moved around nearly every year for as long as Campbell could remember, she wasn't pressed about her new location or environment. And, she'd been taking Spanish classes since elementary school, and was already incredibly proficient. Although living in an entirely new country was a bit of an adjustment, Campbell navigated her new life with ease. However, she found herself missing home, experiencing bouts of slight depression at the thought. So, when the time came for her to graduate high school and move on to college, she decided to return to the Americas, enrolling in the Journalism program at UCLA.

For her first semester, Campbell did extremely well, maintaining her 4.0 GPA and upholding her family's good name well. However, that all changed after her not-so-serious roommate talked her into attending a party with her one evening. Despite everything Campbell Clarington had always been taught to be and uphold, she couldn't deny the slight curiosity within her that wondered what the 'wilder' side of life really looked like. So, she went, and there she had her first taste of what it really felt like to lose control. She sampled drugs, drank more than anyone should, and gave in to temptations she'd managed to resist for 19 years. After that, things began to spiral. It wasn't long before she found herself failing, placed on Academic Probation, skipping classes, shirking responsibility, and losing complete control. Hooked on drugs and alcohol, she began stripping to help pay for her habits, not wanting to alert her parents to any wrongdoings by using the money they afforded her.

One fateful night, Campbell found herself passed out behind the club where she worked, in the middle of winter, wearing nearly nothing and far too high to feel the near-frostbite. Luckily, she was found by one of her classmates, someone she'd known of and seen in passing since the beginning of her freshman year- Kallee. The other woman picked her up, nursed her back to health, helped her through withdrawals, and brought Campbell out of the darkest time in her life. Then, they set to work on her grades. By the time everything had been sorted, the two found themselves hopelessly and madly in love. The bliss, however, did not last long. A mere six months into their relationship, Kallee was diagnosed with a rare, and fatal form of cancer, and given less than a year. Heartbroken, terrified, and lost once more, Campbell vowed to do any and everything she could to help her love. She dropped out of school, and hired the best medical care team possible for Kallee, staying by her side 24/7. One of Kallee's dreams was to be married, so Campbell arranged a beautiful bedside wedding for them, making the woman who had saved her life her wife.

The two were married for nine months, three months longer than doctors had originally projected Kallee would live. When she passed, Campbell crumbled, absolutely devastated and feeling as though she'd lost her own will to go on. Near immediately she went back to the drugs, the alcohol, the lifestyle Kallee had worked so hard to pull her from, though she knew no other way to numb the excruciating pain she felt. Campbell found herself lower than low, living in trap houses, going days without food, and not caring whether she lived or died. One evening, she found herself involved in a raid. Weighing her options, Campbell made the choice to run- not hoping to get away, but hoping for an end. Luckily for her (though she couldn't see it in the moment), she came face-to-face with an officer who not only recognized her, but who genuinely cared about folkx, and their well being. Rather than arresting her, he took her to a rehabilitation center where she could get the help- physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally- that she could get. Campbell remained in rehab for six months before being transitioned into a sober living facility, where she continued to pursue therapy. Now, just over four years after Kallee's passing, Campbell has returned to Spain to rejoin her family, and has enrolled in Las Dalton Encinas to complete her Journalism degree, and to regain her own life. Although she will always love and remember Kallee, and although there are days that her wife's passing still hurts as though it happened yesterday, Campbell is in a better place than she ever has been, and is looking forward to the next chapter of her journey.

ANYTHING ELSE ⇨

As a Clarington, Campbell is well-known and easily recognizable. No one outside of the family knows about her half-Clarington status, and only her closest friends know about what happened when she moved back to America. Any of the socialite students will know her on at least a basic level.

[apoguecalledjj]

Fixation (Chapter 8)

Sorry, this one is a bit short! It’s because the next one is going to be long, also there’s only one more part + an epilogue!

Series summary: Eleanor is new to the outer banks, and the pogues are quick to take her in. But so are the kooks, and as she grows closer with Rafe, trouble emerges. Trying to balance her relationship with the pogues and the kooks, as well as dealing with her own personal problems, Eleanor falls into a hole she may not be able to dig herself out of.

Chapter Word Count: 2140

Chapter Warnings: Hospitals

Previous Parts: Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8

Taglist: @prejudic3 @maragritatimebaybee @drewxxrudy @outerbankslove @bricksatanakinswindow @alexa-playafricabytoto @gigi-june

“I don’t think this is a good idea, JJ.”

“Kiara, he almost killed her. He almost fucking killed her.” JJ was fuming in the front seat of John B’s van. The five of them were currently on the way to figure 8, more specifically, the Cameron residence. 

“JJ’s right, Kie. I’ve had enough of Rafe fucking with my friends.” John B’s eyes were fixated on the road, but everyone knew his thoughts weren’t focused.

He pulled into the driveway and Sarah jumped out first, the pogues trailing behind her. Kiara and Pope hung slightly back, not entirely comfortable with the idea of a fight. Even though they both agreed that Rafe deserved to get his ass kicked, it wasn’t often that he was without Topper and Kelce. 

They learned quickly that Rafe wasn’t alone as he burst through the front door, his two friends just behind him. Topper glared, but Kiara could see a sliver of worry in Rafe’s eyes. Worry for Ellie, or worry about getting in trouble, she wondered.

JJ didn’t hesitate. “You fucking prick!” He yelled, lunging toward the closest kook boy, his fist connecting with bone. But JJ wasn’t thinking clearly, he wasn’t focused like he normally was during fights, this time he was overcome with anger and it was easy for Rafe to hit him back and eventually straddle him to the ground.

“Don’t come around my place acting all mighty and strong, you dirty pogue,” Rafe spat in his face. John B stepped forward to pull Rafe off, but Topper stood in front of him, giving him a shove back.

“You deserve to fucking die,” JJ snarled, his hands wrapped tightly around Rafe’s arms as he struggled to get out of his hold. “You left her alone. You left her alone to die!”

Topper’s fist froze in midair, and Kelce, who had yet to move anyways, took a step back. “What’s he talking about, Rafe?” Kelce asked.

“Nothing,” He mumbled, loosening his grip on JJ. 

JJ managed to push him off of him, flipping the boy over so he was now pinned against the ground. “Causing your girlfriend to overdose isn’t what I would classify as nothing.”

“Ellie overdosed?” For once, Topper sounded genuine. The two kook boys actually did care a lot about Ellie, they had grown quite close to her and to hear Rafe had hurt her upset the both of them.

“Yeah, she did,” Sarah said, stepping towards where JJ and Rafe still sat on the ground. She motioned for JJ to move and he did, and Rafe stood up to face her. “You idiot-” She jabbed her finger into Rafe’s chest. “-Got her hooked on cocaine. You know her mom’s a fucking addict? That’s why she lives with her uncle. And you got her addicted. Are you stupid?” 

Kelce moved away from Rafe, looking at him in shock. “What the fuck, bro.”

Pope continued where Sarah left off. “You think you’d be smart enough to at least not push her limits. But obviously not, since she’s now unconscious at the hospital, after they found her ALONE, SEIZING in your room, Rafe. Why would you leave her?”

“I called the ambulance,” Rafe mumbled.

“Yeah, and it was almost too late. Any longer and she probably would have died,” Kiara told him, not even able to look him in the eyes.

Topper was still staring at the ground in front of him. “I had no idea she was doing drugs.”

“She wasn’t, till she got with Rafe,” John B sneered.

“She’s still unconscious?” Kelce’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “Can we see her?”

JJ froze, obviously not knowing how to respond. He didn’t like Kelce and Topper, got in fights with them often, but their reactions seemed genuine and they did spend a lot of time with Ellie. He glanced at Kiara, urging her to answer the question for him.

She nodded. “You two can. HIm, though-” She motioned to Rafe. “Absolutely not. I don’t even want to see him outside of the hospital.”

Rafe nodded, his eyes wide and frantic. He looked crazy, worried, and paranoid, and that was when JJ realized he wasn’t even sober. His girlfriend just overdosed, and he was still getting high.

Kiara’s phone rang, and she stepped to the side. JJ stepped closer to Rafe. “I think it’d be a good idea for you to stay away from Ellie from now on.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Rafe kicked at the ground, turning to go into the house. “Keeping me away from my own goddamn girlfriend, yeah,” He mumbled just loud enough to be heard.

“I doubt she’s your girlfriend anymore. I got a feeling she’s gonna want to stay a long way away from you,” Sarah said.

Rafe scoffed. “Top, Kelce, you coming? Fuck the pogues.”

“Nah, man, we’re gonna go see Ellie,” Topper told him.

Kiara stepped back into the group. “Perfect timing. She just woke up.”

---

The pogues, plus Topper and Kelce, rushed to the hospital and through the halls. Travis was leaned against the wall outside of Ellie’s room, his eyes closed slightly as he hummed.

“Hey, kids,” He said, hearing their loud footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes and turned. “Topper and Kelce. Didn’t expect you two with this crowd.” His eyes narrowed and he scanned the group. “Rafe isn’t here, is he?”

JJ shook his head. “No sir. We made sure he wouldn’t come, I hope that was the right thing to do...” JJ trailed off nervously, still not entirely sure how Ellie’s uncle felt about the situation even though Rafe had almost killed his niece.

“No, that’s good. We don’t want to see him around here anytime soon,” He said, nodding. He turned to Kelce and Topper. “You two weren’t involved with this, were you?”

Kelce’s eyes widened. “No, no! We had no idea she was doing coke. She never did it around us.”

Travis nodded once again. “Alright. Well, you guys can go in and see her. She’s been asking for you. There’s no limit anymore since she’s awake, so all of you can go in, but please, try not to overwhelm her.” His gaze was aimed towards John B and JJ with that last statement.

JJ entered the room first, and the smile that spread across Ellie’s face caused his heart to flutter. She already looked so much better, there was color in her skin and her eyes were bright. She lifted her hand up in a small wave and he went to return the favor but was interrupted by John B slamming into his back. 

“Why’d you stop man- Oh hi Ellie!” 

She giggled at John B, and JJ swore it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. He had been terrified he would never hear that laugh again, and every sound that came out of her now felt like a blessing.

The rest of the group piled into the room, which was way too small for all of them, but Ellie didn’t seem to mind. Her smile just grew wider and wider as they piled in, especially Topper and Kelce, who she was obviously shocked to see.

JJ took the chair by her bed, a silent agreement among his friends that he would be the one to sit there. Kiara took the other chair, John B propping himself in the windowsill and Pope standing next to him. Sarah sat on the foot of the bed after some encouragement from Ellie, and Topper and Kelce stood on the other side of the room, not used to being with this group of friends.

“Hey El, how you doing?” JJ spoke quietly, finally able to talk to her.

She sighed. “Withdrawl is hard. I have a brutal headache, and I’m exhausted. But I'm not gonna sleep. I wanna talk to you guys.”

JJ had noticed that her eyes were slightly drooping, her blinks were longer than normal, but he hadn’t wanted to mention anything. He had watched his dad go through withdrawals before, and he knew how terrible it could get. 

There was a moment of silence, no one really knowing what to say after your best friend just had an overdose. Eventually, Ellie spoke up again. “So how’d you two kooks end up with the pogues? Never thought I’d see the day.”

No one spoke at first, not sure if bringing up Rafe was a good idea. But Ellie was waiting for an answer and they would have to talk about it soon anyways.

“The pogues came to tell off Rafe,” Topper finally told her, earning a smack from Kelce for how blunt he was about it.

“You guys went to see Rafe?” Ellie asked, surprised.

John B nodded. “Kiara wouldn’t let us beat him up though.”

“John B! You can’t say stuff like that!”

But Ellie just laughed. “Should have let them,” She told Kiara. Her face turned more serious. “I don’t want him around here at all though, ok? Can you guys try to keep him away?”

Kelce nodded quickly. “He won’t be around. The pogues dealt with that one.” He sent a smile their way, something no one thought they’d ever see. “And I don’t know if I can speak for Topper, but I’m not going to be around him much anymore.”

Topper nodded in agreement, and Ellie smiled softly. “Thanks, guys.”

Pope finally asked the question everyone was dying to ask. “Are you going to rehab?” He said quietly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but curiosity getting the better of him.

Ellie shook her head. “No, I told uncle Travis I didn’t want to go and promised I wouldn’t do anymore coke. Or even drink alcohol. The doctor wasn’t pleased, and really wanted me to go, but uncle Travis is letting me have a chance. Me crying helped a little, I think.”

"I'm glad you'll still be around, " JJ spoke quietly but he knew Ellie heard him because she smiled.

They continued to laugh and joke around afterward, Topper even managed to make John B and JJ chuckle a few times. Ellie felt happy, even after all she had been through because she was surrounded by the best people. It also helped that JJ was right next to her, he always managed to put her in a better mood.

His hand was gently rested on top of hers, neither of them could remember when he placed it there but it stayed, bringing warmth to her palm. His thumb brushed over her skin, relaxing her unconsciously.

"'M getting tired, " Ellie admitted after hours of giggling with her friends. It was still early in the night, but she still wasn't 100% and probably wouldn't be for a while. Even though she had been unconscious for over 24 hours and had taken a nap afterward, she still longed for sleep.

Everyone slowly trickled out of the room, but JJ stayed behind. "Can I talk to you alone for just a minute? It won't be long, I promise."

Ellie smiled. "Of course, I don't mind."

JJ wrapped his fingers around the hand he was still holding. He met her gaze, and she could see how serious he was. "I meant what I said before and I still do. I am in love with you Ellie, and almost losing you just helped me realize it quicker. I would give the world for you, you make my heart beat faster, and having you next to me is the best feeling in the world. I know you've been through a lot and you just got out of things with Rafe, but I had to tell you. Again, since this is technically the third time I've confessed." JJ noticed her look of confusion and quickly explained himself. "I poured my heart out to you while you were unconscious."

He chuckled. "I don't ever want to see you hurt again. I love you Ellie, and I'm willing to wait. Or unless you don't have feelings for me. I didn't think about that but if you don't it's okay. I kind of jumped the gun with that one didn't I?"

JJ would have continued to ramble on nervously if Ellie hadn't interrupted him. "JJ. Stop. I do have feelings for you. I think I always have, I was just- just overtaken by the drugs." JJ smiled, and she quickly continued. "But you are right, it is really soon. I need to take things slow."

He nodded. "Slow. I'm good with slow."

Ellie didn't respond, instead, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He immediately kissed back without thought, his hand moving around to the back of her neck while the other still held her hand.

They pulled away, both of them grinning. "What happened to taking it slow?" JJ asked.

"Starting now." Ellie smiled at him, then kissed him once again.

[thrushpot]

look what you’ve done

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“maybe a billy one of the aftermath of the reader and his first big argument? maybe the reader gives him the silent treatment??? (locks her window so he can’t sneak in, goes to school early so he can’t drop her off) your choice if it ends fluffy with a make-up or angsty :”)) I always hate telling a writer EXACTLY what to do, but this was just an idea I had in my head ♡” requested by @delqcour

word count: 2,421

warning(s): swearing, arguing

a/n: made this incredibly dramatic and emo, wanted to give reader a valid reason for doin him the silent treatment, so he’s a giant slime ball in this one. definitely don’t fall for this irl, Billy’s emotionally abusing the SHIT outta the reader in this one. in other words, angst!!!! also girl don’t worry about telling me details for a fic, it’s helpful !

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You knew he didn’t mean to say what he said, but that didn’t excuse his actions. He crossed a line, and by the look of self hatred smothered all over his sorry face after the words left his mouth, you know he recognized how hateful and mean he sounded and he regretted it too.

“Don’t do that. Don’t pull that shit with me, Y/N. You know exactly what you’re doing, and I know what’s going through that head of yours,” Billy hissed in your ear, taunting you by getting up in your face, even laughing like a maniac as a scare tactic. Right now Billy looked like the poster boy for toxic masculinity and the green eyed monster. He puffed his chest out, making sure you feel smaller than him, and continued his accusations that went on for miles and miles.

It was quite the reach trying to punish you for touching someone else when he didn’t even have proper proof or any trust in you at all. In fact, it just sounded like insecurity bubbling to the surface that had been begging to be unleashed throughout yours and his entire relationship. The blonde backed you further into the corner of your room, wanting to put you in your place, make you feel intimidated. And you were. It was hard emotional labor you did, protecting him from others, but most of all protecting him from himself.

He’d been around the block before, cheated and been cheated on, and he thought in this critical stage of your relationship that you would’ve fled by now. That in this particular point in time it was make or break, so he chose the easy route; break. None of the unconditional love and care you showed made any sense to him, so he was on edge just looking for evidence that it was all just bullshit, that you’d betray him and then ultimately leave him like everybody else had in his life. And when he thought he finally saw the proof, you and your brother’s best friend talking close to eachother at his locker during passing period, he gave you his bratty attitude the rest of the day then backed you into the corner under your own roof not only tell you off, but to utterly disrespect you; not to mention wrongfully accuse you.

“Was he better than me? Bigger too? Mmhm, I bet he was, wasn’t he? Sweetheart,” he practically spat in your face when he didn’t care to wipe his mouth free of saliva as he continued to lecture you. You helplessly took the emotional beating he was giving as you exerted all the energy you had into not letting the tears brimming your scared eyes fall. You shook your head over and over, not finding the words to reassure him that he’s imagining things, and that this is not about you but about him.

“Not even gonna try denying it? Yeah, I fucking knew it. Nothing but a slutbag that just used me for my co—“

“ENOUGH already, you whiny fucking pig! I cannot believe what I’m hearing right now. Can you hear yourself? The way you’re talking to me right now, what you’re really saying?” You pushed his chest forward, not hard enough to wound him but not light enough to allow him to continue freely invading your space. That finally got him to shut the fuck up. “I’m the sluttiest slut, aren’t I? I sure am, because I just can’t keep my legs closed while giving my brother’s best friend the homework he missed! Insane, right?” You raised your voice then pointed your finger at him before he shoved it away from his face.

“Don’t point your fucking finger at me, look at what you’ve done!” His screams were soon replaced with whimpers as his voice grew weak, and in time faded to soft sobs that spriralled into hysterical bawling and you watched the scene unveil until the dam officially broke. He finally let go of all the anger and it got replaced with pathetic weeping. You let him crawl in your arms as you stayed standing while he sunk to his knees, wanting you to save him from himself once again. Pick up the pieces for him. You lowered down to his level and hugged him tight, hoping his tantrum was over so you could get him to finally talk to you and then a specialist. After ten to fifteen minutes, he rubbed his eyes like a child waking up from a nap, utterly exhausted and wiped out from thinking so much and feeling so scared of being replaced by another boy in your life. The tears eventually dried down his face, the mucus also drying from his nostrils, making him sniffle a handful of times. When he looked at you, he saw your own tears trailing down your shiny cheeks and he reached up to wipe them away before whispering, sounding completely broken;

“I’m still so angry with you.”

—

After the weekend went by, you both quietly agreed that you were due for a short break. However, the both of you neglected to communicate an important part and mention just how long the break should go on for, and he clearly thought he could step all over you then come crawling back the next Monday. You had been writing your analysis on one of Shakespeare’s stories for English with your stereo playing softly to keep your thoughts quiet. That’s when a rock nicked your window, and made you withdraw yourself from your assignment before investigating what it could be. And then another one flew, hitting the closed and covered window and by now you knew this was no accident.

You scrambled to quickly turn off your stereo and lower your lights down then hesitated when locking your window. It’s not that you were scared of him, but maybe more terrified of the daunting talk you’ll have to have with Billy in the near future that you just weren’t ready for emotionally. Having your boyfriend you strongly committed to spit at you and call you a whore in your face was hard to even think of alone without feeling nauseous and wanting to cry all over again. Now he was outside trying to come up to your room.

“Y/N!”

You layed low and shut your eyes, putting a hand over your mouth to stay silent, hearing him struggle to climb up before knocking on your window several times, then just giving up and attempting to open it.

“Babe, please. I want to talk. I’m ready now, and I’m sorry. I can wait till you’re ready, too. No pressure. I said some horrible shit, but I’ll — I’ll see someone, then I’ll m-make it up to you, and we can kiss and make up like old times, yeah?”

A minute later and no response on your end, Billy knew it was a no go. It was a long shot to even think she would open her window anyway. Soon he just said his goodbyes, ending it with a soft “I love you” and you heard him jump back down and start his car below and drive off. Finally you felt like you were able to breathe, and threw yourself back into your bed while covering yourself head to toe in your comforter and turned up your music louder than it was before he came, blocking out everything as sobs wrecked through you.

—

Billy was getting shakey and worried without you, drinking way more than what he’s used to, and it’s always whenever he looked in the mirror at himself or saw something that remotely related to an inside joke he had with you, or if it reminded him of your scent, your hair, or even your body. He had done enough self deprecating sober, now he just pitied himself as he drank.

You never shut him out as long as this, and he knew it was bad this time, really fucking bad. The teenager was aware that he deserved all that’s coming to him, but he just couldn’t believe you were really gonna do it. You weren’t going to speak to him, or acknowledge anything. You were going to lock your window whenever he tried to come over, and head to school early every morning so he couldn’t drive you anymore, even take great lengths to hide from him at lunch, which was usually a time you two spent together making out in his car or just talking.

Billy didn’t bother hiding how much of a mess he was at school or anywhere else without you by his side, showing up late to class with bags under his bloodshot eyes. He knew there was an opportunity hidden in this breakup, he could better himself instead, try harder to be a better more understanding and forgiving person. He could grow, and eventually maybe even win you back. Even though he knew he’d be pushing his luck pretty far.

But he just wasn’t capable of handling any of it on his own.

Knowing that this was probably the end of Billy and Y/N, he thought of one last resort at taking to you before he said goodbye.

—

You opened your curtains to reveal yourself this time when he knocked on your room window, but kept it shut as he looked at you through the glass, seeing your face for the first time in days. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at you while you just couldn’t look at him. He waved sheepishly before blowing his hot breath on your window, then writing “hi” with his fingertip on the fog he had made. You shook your head, then wondered what he wanted this time.

“If I let you in, what happens? Are you gonna cry and yell at me again?” You ask, your voice not hiding that you were close to tears and twiddling your fingers to try keeping busy. Billy grimaced at your words, even though they were muffled through the window he still clearly made out what you asked and it wasn’t looking good, he knew that. Couldn’t swoop you off your feet this time, or make a mess and have you clean it up because he was incapable and selfish.

“Checking up on you,” Billy murmurs, scrubbing his eyes in hopes it will keep them from watering. “I need to know that you’re taking care of yourself. I know how you get when you’re upset,” he finishes lamely, and although it was true he also just missed your voice, hearing it comforted him in a way. Made him feel like it was a shield from all harm. He held his breath as he carefully observed your every move, then almost gasped aloud when you unlocked your window and shoved the sliding glass open, allowing him in. It didn’t take him longer than a beat to come in, nearly too big to fit through the damn thing and knocking over things that were in the way, cursing and rapidly picking up what had fallen from his clumsiness. Wiping his sweaty palms at his jeans, he cautiously looks to you before lowering to your level where you sit.

“Have you been eating, baby? Drinking enough water?” He gently asks, seeing you look significantly different. More tired and exasperated than he’d ever seen you, and it was because of him.

All because of what he’d done.

Billy chokes another apology before grabbing your head with both hands and embracing you in his chest, helpless in keeping his soft sobs in. You’re no better, clutching at his jacket for life. You had battled yourself for the past week, not knowing if it would be healthy for you to go back to him and let him get away with treating you the way he did, saying the things that he said. Billy hadn’t ever thought about the affect he had on people, that words hurt even if they’re said in anger and not necessarily true in the long run.

“Your folks home right now? I kinda didn’t look for any cars in the driveway. I just climbed up here when I saw your light,” he mumbled as his lips layed kisses at the top of your head before smoothing our your hair and brushing our little tangles with his fingers.

“Dinner. They’re at dinner,” you answer, not letting him go from your grasp even if he wanted to. You’ve missed loving him and despised hating him.

“Wanna go eat? You also need to get hydrated, babe. I’m really sorry. I — I know I did this to you,” he gets the hair away from your face before caressing you’re cheek.

“I’m real sensitive, Billy. I have feelings and you — you scared me. Scared the shit out of me and just — you’re such a bully, and now you want to feed me, make it all better again? Erase it?” You let out, watching him crumble and look down in shame.

“‘M not, I know I can’t take it back. I just wanna take it fucking back,” he scrubs his face and drags his nails down his cheeks, making his skin turn a light pink. You pulled his hands away from himself to stop him, then held both his hands in yours.

“How is Max doing?”

“Huh?” Billy looked up.

“Max. I asked how your sister is doing,” you repeat for him.

“Oh, um, she like won this skateboarding contest thing. Got a free board for a prize, so she’s pretty happy, the little twerp.”

“Yeah?” You smile. “Good for her.”

“Mmhm,” he hums, stroking your hand in his. “I won’t ask you to forgive and forget, but just— I want to stay in touch, please? Knowing that you’re doing okay and all that. Sweet Jesus, did you even drink any water like I asked?” You snorted at the last part of his speech before he gets up to snatch a paper cup from the restroom and fills it to the brim, handing it to you and demanding you gulp it down while he watches. You roll your eyes but do it anyway, and you can’t hide that it tastes good given you hadn’t been taking good care of yourself lately. Billy stands and fills it for you three more times without being prompted, watching you drink it all.

“Happy?” You ask. He gives you a grin and fills up the same cup you used and drinks it himself while eyeing you playfully.

“Never happier, actually.”

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if you wanna, you could listen to “look what you’ve done” by Jet, it’s soooo good and moody and that’s where I got the vibe for this.