#here i am complaining even though i said no complaints here

[takecareluv]

omg hi baby <3 how r u ? i hope ur alright smooching u <3

- @inkluvs (ivy)

hiii !!! i’m good! i have off of work until next tuesday && i’ve got the most exciting weekend coming up so no complaints here <3 how are you? how was ur week !! sending a big hug and lots of lovvveee <3

[getosbigballsack]

Random thought! - Husband Gojo x Wife Reader-chan #inside the diary

Hear me out! Gojo read your thoughts in your diary and came to realize that he was a terrible husband to you.

He knew he was a good lay, hence the reason he managed to knock you up three times. But as of lately, he came to realize that you weren't interested in having sex with him.

At first, he thought it was just because you were too tired, having to take care of the kids while he works, all day by yourself (in which he understands, and he praises you for being such a wonderful mother).

But that wasn't the case. He just happened to come home early from work while you were out shopping with the kids, and he got a hold of your diary.

Interestingly, he took it upon himself to skim through the pages of your book, just to see what's inside your little head. Nothing out of the ordinary, just little notes and reminders to yourself about the task you had to complete and a few words of encouragement here and there.

He usually doesn't read through your thoughts, always thinking that if you had an issue you'd come and talk to him, so he was about to put your diary back where he found it because he didn't want to pry further into your thoughts, but that's until one page in particular caught his eye.

I find it difficult to enjoy sex with my husband nowadays and I don't know why?

Words in blue handwriting are written beautifully on the paper. He kept on reading, and as he continued to move further down the line, he felt his heart break.

It’s just me, but I don't think I'm attractive enough to have sex with my husband.

I wanted to suggest the last time we had sex [that was a month ago], but I didn't wanna ruin the moment for him because he looked like he was having fun.

Satoru came home today and wanted to have sex. I told him no. He never forced himself on me. He only kissed me goodnight and left to go sleep in the guest room. I know he was upset but did he really have to leave?

It's been 2 months, and Satoru hasn't tried touching me since that night. Am I not worthy of loving anymore? He doesn't even buy me flowers anymore or take me out on dates.

He doesn't compliment me anymore, doesn't tell me that I'm beautiful. He doesn’t even call me baby girl, doll or even honey.

No more I love you, only kisses to the forehead and peck on the lips before he leaves for work in the morning.

He comes home late, I'm always alone with the kids, no more family dinners, no more kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom conversations. No more late-night kisses, no more holding me tightly in his arms while he sleeps.

Does he not want me anymore?

Sometimes I wanna visit his office with the children but I’m afraid that he’ll find my presence a bit annoying. I feel lonely without him here with me.

I should've said yes that night and spread my legs for him,

That's my duty as his wife.

To have fulfilled all my husband's needs without complaint.

But it hurts to have sex, I'm just not in the mood. I'm too tired, I just need my husband to hold me, but he's not there.

I can't complain, he's the reason I don't have to work.

But is it so bad to ask my husband to love me without having the need to touch me?

The last entry to your diary reads.

I'm going to do it today, bare the pain and have sex with my husband, just so that I can feel his love once again. 

Now he knows the real reason you won’t have intercourse with him, or let's say the reason you don’t enjoy having sex with him. You feel as though he doesn’t love you anymore, and he needs to fix that. So, until he can figure out a way to prove to you just how much he loves you, he’ll have to deprive himself of your warm loving touch. 

Later in the day when you came home with the kids, you saw your husband cooking up a storm in the kitchen. “Hey baby girl, want something to eat? It’s been a while hasn’t it.” too stunned to even say a word, you just watched as your kids, ages 3, 4 and 6 ran over to their dad and engulfed him in a big hug. He giggled and stopped whatever he was doing to bend to his children’s height and kissed every single of them on their cheeks. “Hey boys. Did you all take your mom out shopping today?” Oh, that’s right you’re a boy mom. You managed to pop three boys, all of them came out looking just like their dad, especially your eldest son. 

The boys chatted away with their dad until he excused himself and walked over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. You're in a state of shock, unable to move for a moment until he whispers, “can I get a hug back?” and you did give him a hug. 

“Welcome home, have a seat, dinner’s almost ready. I cooked vegetable curry today, I know it’s your favourite,” and indeed it is your favourite. For the rest of the day, he spent time in the kitchen cooking while chatting with his kids, not without taking small glances at you. You all ate dinner together, got the kids ready for bed when night falls, before preparing for bed yourselves. 

You remembered that you wrote in your diary that you were about to try and have sex with your husband, all for the sake of feeling his love again, but that didn’t happen. Instead, you found your husband already waiting for you on the bed, fully dressed in pjs, a cup of your favourite tea in his hand and a warm loving smile on his face. 

He immediately started up a conversation with you, asking you about your day and your trip to the shopping centre. You had no clue what was going on inside your husband’s head, but it’s been a while since he last sat down and had small conversations like these, and you weren’t about to miss this opportunity. 

So with a smile on your face, you told everything that happened today and even the fact that you had to buy a bag of grapes you had no intentions of buying, but you did so because your 3 year old son stole and ate a few while you picked up a bag of oranges. The conversation went all a while until he sighed. 

“Y/N,” he whispered in a serious tone. “We need to talk. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I can’t bear the fact that my wife would be going to bed with doubts about our relationship and my love for you.”

You swallow thickly and rest your now empty cup against the nightstand before turning to face your husband fully. He reached his hand out for you, and you gently placed your left hand in his. He wrapped his large hand around your finger and gently pulled you until you were straddling his lips. You swallowed that thick lump yet again, before whispering, “So what is it that we need to talk about.”

“Why do you always refuse to communicate your feelings with me?” he asked as he let go of your hand and wrapped both hands around your waist and rested his head up against your chest. “I know I haven’t been a good husband to you these past few months, but I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you or that you’re not worthy of loving.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

He sighed heavily before taking a deep breath. “I found your diary in the living room when I got home, and I read through your notes.” Your body tensed up in his lap, your mind immediately racing towards negative thoughts. Is he angry? Why did you have to carelessly leave your diary out in the open for him to see. 

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry for reading through your diary, but I’m happy that I did because my wife won’t communicate with me,” he said with a frustrated sigh. 

You frowned, “Would you have listened even if I tried?”

“I would’ve dropped everything and listened to whatever it is that you have to say. I know it's my duty to ensure that my wife is living her best happy life, and that it’s also my responsibility to take care of your wellbeing, but I can’t always know what's going on with you if you don’t communicate with me.” 

Communication on your end has always been a big issue in your relationship with your husband. It bothered him and he’d hope that after a while you would’ve grown out of your bad habit, but he guess he’s wrong, because here you are now after 8 years of being a relationship total and that includes the four years of marriage, and 3 kids later, you still struggling to figure out a way to communicate your feelings with him. 

“I broke my heart when I read that you thought that as my wife, your duty is to only provide for me sexually or even the fact that you don’t think that you’re attractive enough to have sex with me. What hurts me the most is that you have so many doubts about my love for you. Y/N you know that I love you right?”

“I do,” your voice trembled slightly as you answered. 

“Then why are you doubting my feelings for you? I apologise for leaving you to sleep in the guest room that night, it was wrong of me to be upset all because you told me no.” There was a moment of silence, you figured he was waiting for a response in which you never gave.

“I know I don’t say this as much as I need to, but I love you. I LOVE YOU so very much. I love you as my best friend, my wife and I love you even more as the mother of my children.” Tears started to obstruct your vision as you stared off at your wedding portrait that was above your bed and listened as your husband poured his hurt out to you. 

“I need you to stop thinking that you are not worthy of loving because you are more than worthy. You’re an amazing woman, an amazing wife, and an amazing mother to our children. Just the fact that you're a mother makes you worthy of loving.” 

“Satoru… I- I,” you stuttered, trying to formulate the words inside your mouth, but even if you did, what are you going to say to your husband? You had not one clue. 

“I’m not a mind reader Y/N, so you need to start communicating your feelings with me, because if you don’t tell me, I’m not going to always know,” he said to you as he snuggled his head against your chest. 

“I- I’ll do better.” 

“I’m happy to hear that, and I promise to show you just how much I love you and do whatever it is to ensure that my wife is happy, because your happiness means the most to me. I’ll get you those flowers you want, and I’ll try my best to buy you loads of flowers in the future. And about visiting my office.”

“Yes?” you said. 

“I would love for you to pop up at my office one day with the kids and surprise me. My workers have been dying to meet my beautiful wife and children. And about the late-night work meetings. I can’t promise you that there won’t be any more late-night meetings, but I'll do my best to get home as early as I can to be with you and the kids. I don’t want you to feel as though I’ve abandoned you with the kids. I’ll take a few days off from work too and take the ends out. You’re right we barely have family time.”

“Thank you,” you said smiling as you allowed those tears to run down your cheeks. 

“I’ll do better as your husband. It wasn't my intention to not cuddle and hold you tightly while we sleep. Baby you know you can always smack me in the head or do that cute silly little thing you do and crawl underneath my arms if you want to cuddle with me,” he said to you, and you let out a small giggle. 

He chuckled too as he removed one hand from around your waist to cradle your cheek. “Lastly, this is about our sex life. If I make you feel physical pain, or uncomfortable at any time during intercourse you need to let me know because the last thing I want to do is hurt you. In your diary you said that you wanted to suggest the last time we had sex. I want you to tell me what it is.”

Your face heated up immediately, why would he have to bring that up now. Couldn’t he have waited until a better time. But nonetheless despite the obvious look of embarrassment on your face you whispered, “I was wondering if… if…”

“Yes?” 

“I was wondering if we could try something outside the usual vanilla sex,” you said to him, and he cocked his eyebrow towards you. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy vanilla sex, I love having vanilla sex with you and you know how to be rough when you need to be. But I thought it would be nice if we could do something different.” 

“What do you suggest?” he asked with a sunning grin on his face. 

“Maybe we could try using some sex toys.” 

“Sex toys heh?” he said, and you quickly covered up your face with your hands. “I’m open, I don’t mind getting a few sex toys here and there for us to use. I can order us a few online on another day.”

“Ok…”

“Good girl. I love you.” he whispered as he kissed your lips. "I promise I'll be a better husband for you."

“I love you too, Satoru.”

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— Yeehaw' it's cowgirl era!

pairings: leah williamson x reader

summary: readers' in her cowgirl era as she goes to nashville with leah and her family, she tries to contain her excitement, but its' too much to handle at the end of the night.

↪ this is my fav one shot to write, because I love country music!

and as always thank you to @alotofpockets for the help/inspiration to keep going with this fic!

"I'm so tired, why's the airport so noisy?" You grumble in complaint, all you want to do is sleep but with the news around the airport, its' difficult to do that.

You're tired, so tired. You weren't going to miss the chance to speak to your best friend in Australia though.

Stupid time zones really do suck.

"Well, that's what you get when you don't sleep, monkey," Leah chuckles, glancing at you while you are curled up on the floor.

"Its' not my fault though-- Kyra phoned me!" You whine in protest.

Leah chuckles and shakes her head, "Surely you can't be comfy down there?" She wonders, trying to understanding your reasoning to lie on the floor.

"Its' fine," You murmur, keeping your eyes shut and trying to ignore everyone around so you can sleep.

"Why don't you come and sit up here, love?" Berny, Leahs' grandma suggests, "You can't be comfortable down there."

"M' fine here," You repeat, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Shes' fine, Grandma. I'm happy for monkey to sleep wherever as long as I don't have to chase after her," Leah tells the older women, speaking nothing but the truth about the matter.

"What?" Jordan, Leahs' older cousin chuckles.

Leah exhales a sigh and locks her phone from where she's previously scrolling through Instagram, "Monkey likes to do this thing where she bolts, at literally any single chance that she gets. So as long as she's not making me run after her then I'm fine with that," She explains to them both.

Jordan blinks her eyes in confusion, "Uh, er, what?"

"Don' make me move, I'm comfy!" You whine from your position on the floor still.

"See?" Leah gestures to you with an amused smile, "Be grateful shes' not trying to pet the dogs over there." She adds.

"That was one time!" You exclaim in protest.

You try pet a few dogs' in the airport and suddenly everyone starts to make a big deal out of it, pft.

All you wanted to do was say hi to them.

You like animals, so what?

"I have so many questions right now," Jordan remarks.

Leah chuckles amusedly, "Well, we might be here a while then."

"The floors' not comfy anymore," You complain, huffing in annoyance.

"I thought you said it was?" Leah teases you at your own expense.

"Well now I'm not and everyones' been too loud," You whine in frustration, scrambling to get up from the floor, "Everyone needs to shuuuut up!"

"Uh, Le, is she okay?" Jordan turns to look at Leah in concern.

"Oh, yeah, this is just monkey being well, this is just monkey being her normal self-- Ooft, I didn't think you'd literally flop yourself down on me there," Leah groans as she feels your whole body weight completely slump down on her.

You let out a yawn and rest your head on her shoulder, "You make a comfy pillow, so deal with it." You state.

"But, you know..." Leahs' words are cut short by you.

"Shush, you're bein' too loud, Le," You grumble, not happy with her continuing to yap in your ear when you just want to sleep.

"Oh you poor baby," Leah mocks you.

"Mean Malfoy," You murmur under your breath, but it's still loud enough for the blonde to hear.

"What-- Whos' Malfoy?" The blonde's completely thrown off by the namedrop of a certain character.

"You are," You don't hesistate to admit.

"What? I am... I am not--" Leahs' still in disbelief to even realise that you'd managed to drop off to sleep while using her shoulder as a pillow, "Oh, she's asleep. Would you look at that?" She mutters.

"Must've been tired," Berny chuckles, amusedly.

"I still-- I... I don't look like him," Leah is still continuing to have a full blown crisis over the newfound nickname, "Do you guys think I look like Malfoy?" She questions, confused.

"Hey, monkey. You're quiet," Leah pokes her head around the door to check in on you, after not hearing much from you since you had all arrived at the hotel, "Whatcha up to?" She questions.

"Watchin' Black Widow," You pause the current film your watching and  peer your head up from your iPad, "Wouldn't it be so cool to have Widow Bites?" You wonder.

That would definitely be so cool.

Apparently Leah thinks different by her facial expression.

"I think I'd fear for everyones' safety around you with them things," Leah remarks, shaking her head in disagreement, "What would you even use them for anyways?" She asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you fumble with the strings of your hoodie, "Hurt my enemies and stuff, ye know'?" 

"Enemies?" Leah questions in amusement.

"I got 'em, Le. Loads of 'em!" You tell the blonde.

Leah continues to look at you bewildered, "Right, oookay then. Well, we're gonna get ready to head to the festival soon, so are you ready to go?" She wonders.

"Uh huh, just watchin' this to kill the time-- Ooh! I still need one of them fancy hats!" You exclaim in realisation, jumping up from the bed.

"Slow down there cowgirl," Leah chuckles, making the reference to the jumper that you're wearing, "I've got you covered." She gestures to the cowboy hat which she just so happens to have in her hand before she plonks it on top of your head.

"Yeehaw! Howdy there partner!" You beam a wide grin as you try and put on the perfect accent.

The blonde continues to laugh in amusement, "You are something else sometimes, monkey," Shaking her head, she slings her arm around your shoulder, "C'mon, lets' go and find my family." She adds.

"Whatcha mean by that?" You turn your head to look at her in confusion.

"Well, you've heard the phrase 'one sandwich short of a picnic', right?" Leah explains to you as the two of you start to head out of the hotel room.

"Uh huh," You nod your head slowly in understanding.

"You're that sandwich, monkey," Leah states as she smiles.

Now its' your turn to look at the blonde bewildered, "What? I--"

"Anyways, let's go before we're late!" Leah interjects, tugging you in the direction to go and meet her two family members down in the lobby of the hotel.

"Whoa!" Your eyes are lit in excitement as you take in the sight around you of the festival, "We're in Nashville!"

"We are indeed, monkey," Leah chuckles in amusement, using her usual nickname for you since your well, a cheeky monkey.

The blonde also has another nickname though, menace, but that's usually referred to when you're being well, a typical little shit in her eyes.

So, most of the time... You guess.

You still to look around at the atmosphere in awe, "Whoa! This is so cool!" You whisper in awe, not actually believing you were here right now, "Like, I can't believe we're here-- It's so awesome, isn't it?" You turn to the blonde for her answer.

"I can see somebody's excited, huh?" Leahs' grandma, Berny chimes in as she watches you take it all in.

"Hey!" You gasp excitedly, spotting a girl nearby who just so happens to be wearing the same boots as you are, "That girls' got the same boots that I've got! We're totally matching!" You can't help but squeal.

"That's bound to happen here monkey," Leah remarks as she rests her hand on your shoulder and you sense that she's got something to say, "Listen, I know you're excited to be here, but I don't want you to be running off at all, alright?" She questions, knowing just what you're like.

"C'mon Le, I know that. I'm no idiot!" You dramatically whine.

"I didn't say that, but you know, sometimes you get distracted--" Leahs' words are cut short when you do in fact get distracted.

It's only a matter of seconds before it would happen.

"Look, they've got Churros!" You gesture over to a nearby van that's selling them and try to walk off in that direction.

"Ah, ah, no you don't," Leah's quick to yank hold of you by the back of your jumper, "See? This is exactly what I mean!" She states, firmly.

"But there's Churros, Le-- Churro's are life!" You all but insist, you couldn't get enough of the sugary treats.

"Don't even think about running off, menace!" The blonde is quick to warn you seeing that it looks like you're keen to bolt in that very minute, "I can see that look in your eye!" She adds.

However, the blondes' made the rookie error of letting go of you as they start to walk over to enter the arena where the music would be, at least the blonde still thinks you're following behind her.

Only for her to turn round and her eyes' widen when she realises you had not followed her at all, but went wandering off because of course, when there's Churros around... It's an easy decision to make.

So you bolted, running right in the direction for them without even second guessing it.

"Where the hell has she gone?!" Leahs' throwing her hands up in the air and looking fed up already, not even making it near the arena yet and you're already up to your old tricks, "I swear to god, I need to put a tracker on that girl!" She grumbles under her breath.

Both Berny and Jordan can't help but laugh, "You've got your hands full there, huh?" Her cousin jokes.

"Yeah, you're telling me," The blonde pinches the bridge of her nose, "I need to go find her, I'll be back." She huffs, very much not in the mood to deal with your antics.

And here Leah thought you will be tame tonight...

Ha, no.

"Good luck, love," Her grandma tells her, amusedly.

Leahs' shaking her head in annoyance, wandering through the various food vans' to get to where you where, currently being served the battered sweet treats, "There you are, menace! C'mere!" She states, annoyed.

You whip your head round and give the blonde a cheeky grin, "Le, look. Check out all the Churros I got! Do yer' want one?" You offer one out to the blonde, completely unaware of how peeved she is.

"What, no, I do not want one. What I want is for you to stop wander off," Leah looks at you in disbelief as she is quick to yank hold of the back of your jumper, "C'mon, now!" She states, firmly.

"Sooo, you don't want a Churro then?" You repeat the question, clearly not getting the idea of how annoyed Leah was, "Oh well, more for me then..." You shrug your shoulders and continue to shove it in your mouth.

Keeping a hold of you in one hand to not make the same mistake for you to run off again, Leah uses her other hand to rip the Churro out of your hand and toss it in a nearby bin, "You know you shouldn't be eatin' that many. You're going to get sick!" She tells you.

"But they're so good though!" You whine in protest.

Leah shakes her head, "No, no, that's enough of them. I'm not dealin' with you being sick. You know what you're like with that much sugar!" She states, firmly.

"COUNTRY GIRL, SHAKE IT FOR ME, GIRL," You sing along to the lyrics of the song that's currently being performed at the top of your lungs, having the best time of your life, "SHAKE IT FOR ME!"

If there was a table to stand on top of right now, your damn sure that you would be standing on it and pumping your fist in the air.

"Enjoyin' yourself there, monkey?" Leah glances at you and smiles, although slightly concerned for the impending sugar crash that's going to follow anytime soon.

"Hell yeah! I'm in my cowgirl era right now!" You scream in response, swaying to the music and continuing to live in the moment, "I never ever wanna leave this place!" You exclaim.

Leah laughs slightly and shakes her head, "Stay here, alright? I'm goin' to get some drinks-- Don't even think about moving!" She warns, following what happened earlier on when you went on an adventure for Churros.

"Ooo, drink. I want one!" You insist, whipping your head in the blondes' direction, "I'll take a vodka coke, please!" You declare.

"Sure, nice try. How about we hold the coke, eh?" Leah remarks, amusedly, "Legal age is 21 here, sorry, monkey." She pats you on your shoulder.

"Boo!" You huff in protest at the news, "C'mon, the rules don't have to apply to me!" You tell her.

Rules are there to be broken, right?

Definitely.

"Yes they do," Jordan chimes in.

"Pft, says who?" You scoff and roll your eyes at the older women. Your definitely not a rule follower most of the time, "Rules don't mean nothing to me."

"Me, because the rules really do apply in this case, monkey. I'm not being the one bailing you out of jail," Leah tells you, laughing in amusement.

You can't help but huff once more, "Meanie, complete meanie, Malfoy."

"I do not look like Malfoy!" The blonde exclaims.

"Yer you do, carbon copy of him," You remark cheekily, sticking your tongue out at her.

"You little-- I'll be back. Stay put here, don't even think about moving or I'll follow through with the threat of that tracker!" Leah warns, wagging her finger in front of your face, "Stay." She repeats.

"Woof," You reply to the blonde by barking, being completely, well, being completely you.

"Le? Pst, Le!" You not to gently nudge the blonde in the ribs as you start to get bored in the middle of a performance and want her attention, "Le... Leeeaaah!" You continue be that lovely irritating twerp that everyone seems to put up with.

"What?" Leah turns to face you confused, "What's up, monkey?" She questions.

"Hi," You can't help but snicker in amusement, just winding her up for the sake of it.

Mission success when you see the facial expression is unamused.

"Your such a pest sometimes," The blonde grumbles, shaking her head before she takes a swig of her drink.

You smirk and take the opportunity to be even more of a pest per say, "Malfoy's cranky." You murmur, just loud enough to still be heard.

Leah's head whips around in your direction, "I heard that, you little shit!"

"Language!" You gasp dramatically and widen your eyes, "You said a bad word!"

You feel a swat around the back of your head, "You're a menace sometimes."

"Le, love, don't hit the child," The blondes' grandma chides.

"She's not a child, she's a literal devil," Leah remarks, scoffing as she scowls at you as if to be cautious of your next move.

"Regardless, don't hit Y/N," The older women states.

You can't help but stick your tongue out at the blonde, "I win!" You exclaim, doing a little victory dance in your spot where your sat.

"I can ground you again, so be careful with your next move!" Leah warns, giving you a pointed luck.

Where's the fun in that?

You faux hurt and rest your hand on your chest, "Who, me? I didn't do out. You can't prove anything," You play innocent in front of Leah's family members.

"I was right, you really are a devil sometimes!" Leah murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief, "A complete menace to society."

"Yeah, but you still keep me around, right?" You can't help but grin cockily, letting out a sudden squeal when you feel an arm wrap around your neck and pull you down slightly, "Agh! Lemme go, lemme go!" You whine in protest.

Soon enough the wave of the sugar rush soon turns into a sugar crash.

Eating a bunch Churros was really, really not a good idea.

Although they were too good to not eat, so definitely worth it at the time in your opinion.

However, now, it is a completely different story now your energy is starting to wear off.

The state being where you somehow manage to slump off your chair down to the floor and curl yourself into a ball on the ground in front of Leah and her family.

You just want to get comfy, and the ground seems acceptable.

No judgement here, alright?

Leah's a bit drunk from the alcohol but seeing you in the way that you are and shes' sobering up pretty quick, "Monkey, what an earth are you doin'?"

"I'm tired," You murmur in half asleep state, finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

Leah exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "Why don't you come back up here and sleep on the chair, like a normal person?" She suggests.

You barely are shaking your head in response due to the tiredness, "No thanks, I'm comfy here."

"That can't possibly be comfy though?" The blonde continues to look at you in disbelief.

Jordan can't help but look over at the chaos and chuckle slightly, "Are you okay, kid?" She asks.

"M' tired and the grounds comfortable," Your voice is just loud enough to be heard, as your eyes flutter shut as your just content enough to listen to the music, "Night night."

"Monkey, come on. The grounds dirty and cold, get up please," Leah looks at you in bewilderment, trying to get you up of the floor where's there no doubt several amount of things you definitely shouldn't be lying in, "Monkey, come on. Up here." She repeats.

There's not much response from you, because somehow bizarrely, you have managed to get curl yourself up in a ball and fall fast asleep.

The soft snores are a dead giveaway that you are indeed out cold.

"Is she... Is she really asleep?" Jordan looks completely baffled.

Berny peers over at you and chuckles, "It appears she is."

"Monkey can sleep anywhere. I've never seen her fall asleep in the middle of a festival though," Leah snorts in amusement, before she takes pity on you and moves off her seat to crouch down and gently scoop you up into her arms, settling back onto her seat with you nestled against her.

It takes a few minutes before you shift in your sleep, burying your face in the blondes' neck and letting out soft snores, which make all 3 women smile in amazement.

"Shes' out for the count so it seems," Leah murmurs, swaying to the beat of the music and softly patting your back to allow you to still stay asleep for the rest of the concert, "Hopefully she can make it all the way through the acts tomorrow before she sleeps." She jokes.

Another day in Nashville, a whole lot more for you to see.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[hxney-lemcn]

How Was Your Day? — Cater Diamond x gn! reader

summery: you help Cater open up to you a bit more.

tw: hurt/comfort.

wc: 1.1k

Master List

It was so silly. You felt like you were living the most cliche scenario in the world. You had a crush on your best friend. Could you really be blamed? Not only was Cater drop dead gorgeous, but he always made you feel included and seen. There was just one thing that itched at you. You wished he would open up to you a bit more. No matter what, there felt like a barrier between you both, something that kept you from getting any closer to seeing the full painting that was Cater Diamond. You could only really see the surface, the pretty colors and beautiful framing, hiding the gritty reality that laid beneath.

You wanted to dig deeper, to truly dissect the meaning behind Cater. He was your friend, and you felt foolish that you fell for the glitz and the glamor instead of his true self. Or that’s how you felt at least. You had managed to catch glimpses of his softer moments, moments where you were feeling down. Where he’d dim down his outgoing personality and try to make you laugh with either memes he found or acting silly. And if that didn’t work? He’d listen to your complaints, only giving advice if you ask.

It was only a glimpse, though, as those moments seemed far and few in between. Putting on his cheery smile and flash of the camera. Maybe you were being selfish, but it almost hurt, knowing that Cater didn’t seem to trust you enough to show you all of himself when he’s seen you at your worst. That he can see you cry and complain, but thinks you’d mind if he did the same. You only wanted to be there for him like he was for you, to show him that he wasn’t a problem, even if he wasn’t super bubbly or outgoing. 

It seemed like you were going to get what you wished sooner than you expected. 

You hadn’t meant to stumble upon him in such a vulnerable moment. You just wanted to spend some time with your bestie/crush, knocking on his door before entering. You paused midstep, noticing a lump under the blankets on Cater’s bed, ginger hair barely peeking out. 

“Cater?” You called out cautiously, clicking the door closed behind you. He only shuffled further into his cocoon, not acknowledging your presence. Gosh, as much as you wanted him to open up, you were unsure of how to proceed, but one thing was for sure. You were not just going to let him stew alone. 

So as gracefully as you could (quite awkwardly in all honesty), you took a seat next to where he laid, hand hesitantly reaching out to pat his form. No words were said as you stroked Cater’s back, trying to think of what to say or ask.

”Do you want to talk about it?” You settled on asking.

”I’m sorry,” Cater mumbled, you could barely hear it through the thick fabric that covered him. 

“What are you sorry for?” You asked softly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

It was silent for a few seconds before Cater mumbled brokenly, “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

You felt your heart break, a heavy pit filling your stomach. Cater shouldn’t hold his feelings in like this, especially when he has people willing to lend a shoulder…like you. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” You replied without hesitation. “I care about you, Cater. If you’re ever feeling down you can always come to me, I’ll always be here for you.”

Cater was hesitant to peek his head out of the safety of his blankets, but the sweetness of your words had his chest aching, a bittersweet feeling spreading through him. On one hand, you were saying things he had longed to hear for so long, but on the other it felt completely wrong for you to see him as anything else but happy and cheerful. 

His emerald eyes peaked at you, the lower half of his face still covered, red locks of hair falling in his face, “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not a burden,” You scolded gently. “Am I a burden when I’m not feeling good?”

”Of course not,” Cater frowned from beneath the blanket. 

“So what makes you the exception?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cater opened his mouth, reflexively ready to insult himself…but he couldn’t actually think of a proper rebuttal. You had actually managed to stump him. He looked so disheartened and hopeful at the same time.

��Even if I don’t actually like all the things I say I do? Even though I lie to you all about who I am?” 

“Even then,” You agreed, scrounging any confidence you had left in you, you raised a shaky hand to run it through his hair. It seemed like that was the right thing to do as Cater’s eyes shut in a look of bliss, unconsciously leaning his head into your hand. 

“Y’know you don’t have to lie about all that stuff, right?” You asked softly, scratching his scalp gently. “Who cares if you like spicy over sweet, it won’t change how much I love you.”

“Thank you,” Cater murmured with a content sigh, nuzzling his head into your thigh, soaking in your affection. 

“Of course,” You murmured back, admiring the way his hair framed his face so prettily…only to be surprised when his perfectly manicured hand reached out from beneath the blankets and wrapped around your torso, dragging you to lay down beside him. You felt your face flush from being so close, his faint freckles more visible from this distance. 

“I…” Cater spoke out, tongue thick with emotion. Those three words you said so easily felt like a ton of bricks that he just couldn’t cough up, but he wanted to oh so desperately at that moment. You watched on in concern as Cater’s face contorted into what looked semi-painful, like he was struggling with a thought.

”I love you too,” Cater managed to push out, eyeing you with anxiety and vulnerability. Your eyes widened, before it clicked that you had said those words mere minutes ago, you hadn’t even realized those words slipped past your lips, but you had meant them wholeheartedly. 

You relaxed in his hold, resting your head on his shoulder, “Hmmm, well too bad I love you more.” 

Cater let out a short giggle, nuzzling into your hair, the both of you drowning in butterflies. It was a rainy moment turned sunny, the two of you basking in the glow of the other's love. Sure, the problem wasn’t solved and Cater would still have to work on opening up to you, but it was a start, and you’d be by his side supporting him through all his ups and downs.

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Just Keep Swimming (And Complaining)

Tabito Karasu x Reader

Synopsis: Karasu faces his fear of swimming with the help of his ever-loving girlfriend.

Word Count: 1.3k

MASTERLIST | Part 2

Tabito stood at the edge, arms crossed, glaring at the water as though it had personally insulted him.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he muttered.

“Because you love me,” you replied cheerfully, tugging gently on his wrist. “And because I’m right. You never know when you might need to swim. Not knowing how to could literally kill you one day.”

“I don’t plan on swimming in the middle of nowhere,” he argued, but there was a faint waver in his tone—just enough to tell you he’d already lost the battle.

“Life doesn’t ask for permission, Tabito,” you said, stepping into the pool first and turning to look at him with a patient smile. “Come on, it’s just water. You trust me, don’t you?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might storm off. But then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he muttered something about how you were the only person he’d ever let drag him into something so ridiculous.

Slowly, reluctantly, he stepped into the water.

“Alright,” you said, standing chest-deep in the water, your arms outstretched. “First, we’re going to work on floating. I’ll hold you up, so don’t freak out.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Floating? What am I, a piece of driftwood?”

“It’s not that complicated,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Trust me.”

“I’d trust you a lot more if this wasn’t so—” He cut himself off with a sigh, his sharp tongue softening in the face of your expectant gaze. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

You guided him to lie back, your hands steadying him as his body stiffened like a board.

“Relax,” you said, your voice calm and soothing. “The water will hold you up, but only if you let it. Don’t fight it.”

“I don’t do relaxed,” he muttered, but his breathing slowed as your hands gently supported his back and shoulders.

The closeness made your cheeks warm, but you pushed the thought aside. “Pretend this is just another chemical reaction,” you teased. “A balance of forces. You have to trust the process.”

“I hate how that makes sense,” he muttered, but he let out a slow breath, his body softening slightly.

“See?” you said with a smile. “You’re doing it.”

The next few days were filled with progress and complaints in equal measure.

“Stop kicking like that,” you said, watching as Karasu flailed awkwardly in the shallow end.

“This feels wrong,” he snapped, his frustration evident.

“You’re overthinking it,” you said, wading closer. “Here, let me show you.”

You stood behind him, your hands lightly guiding his legs into the proper motion. His sharp intake of breath didn’t escape your notice, and you smirked. “Relax, babe. I’m not going to let you drown.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered, but he followed your instructions, his movements becoming smoother under your guidance.

“That’s better,” you said, stepping back slightly to give him space. “Now try again.”

He kicked his legs properly this time, propelling himself forward with surprising efficiency.

“See? You’re a natural,” you teased.

“I’m just good at everything,” he shot back, but the faint smirk on his face betrayed his pride.

By the fourth day, Karasu was starting to get the hang of it. You worked on teaching him how to tread water, standing close enough to catch him if he faltered.

“Keep your arms moving like this,” you said, demonstrating the circular motion. “And your legs need to kick just enough to keep you up. Don’t panic if you feel like you’re sinking.”

He mimicked your movements, his gaze flickering to you every few seconds as if to make sure you were still there.

“You’re doing fine,” you said, moving closer as his balance wavered. “I’ve got you, okay? Just keep going.”

His hands brushed against your arms as he steadied himself, the contact sending a spark of warmth through you. “If this were anyone else,” he said quietly, “I wouldn’t have even tried this.”

By the end of the week, Karasu was swimming laps across the pool surprisingly. He still muttered complaints here and there, but his confidence had grown noticeably.

As he climbed out of the water one evening, shaking droplets from his dark hair, he turned to you with a rare, genuine smile. “I guess this wasn’t a complete waste of time.”

“High praise coming from you,” you teased, tossing him a towel.

He caught it with a smirk, draping it around his shoulders. “If I ever survive a shipwreck, it’ll be because of you.”

“And if you don’t survive,” you said with mock seriousness, “I’ll be very disappointed.”

Karasu laughed—a low, warm sound that made your heart flutter. He reached out, pulling you closer with a damp arm around your shoulders.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he said, his voice soft but teasing. “Anyone else, and I’d have walked away on day one.”

“And you’re lucky I love you,” you replied, leaning into him. “Because anyone else would’ve given up on teaching you.”

He laughed again, pressing a light kiss to your temple. “Thanks,” he said after a moment, his tone quieter, more serious. “For making me do this. For always looking out for me.”

You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Always, Tabito. You can count on me.”

The two of you sat side by side on the edge of the pool, feet lazily swaying in the water. Karasu leaned back on his hands, sharp blue eyes fixed on the ripples your toes created.

“You know,” you said casually, leaning closer to bump his shoulder, “Now that you can swim, we should totally plan a trip to the beach.”

Karasu’s head snapped toward you, an incredulous expression plastered across his face, “The beach? Are you out of your mind?”

You laughed at his reaction, unable to help yourself, “What? It’ll be fun! Sand, sun, waves… you showing off your new swimming skills.”

He scoffed, sitting upright and giving you a pointed glare, “The only thing I’d be showing off is my patience running out. Sand everywhere, loud kids, screaming seagulls? Sounds like a nightmare.”

Karasu remained stubbornly unmoved as you continued your campaign for a beach trip. The two of you were now walking home and despite your best efforts, he’d shot down every single reason you gave.

“Oh, come on,” you teased, nudging him. “You can’t avoid water forever. Besides…” You grinned, your tone turning playfully smug.

“If we went to the beach, I’d finally get to wear a real bathing suit. You know, not the conservative ones we use for school.”

Karasu blinked, his steps faltering for the briefest second, “…A real bathing suit?”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, the grin on your face widening.

“Yeah. Something cute, maybe even… revealing. Not that I’d wear anything too flashy, but still…” You trailed off, shrugging casually. “Guess you’ll never get to see that, though.”

His eyes narrowed, clearly trying to assess whether you were serious. “You’re bluffing,” he said, though his tone had lost some of its usual confidence.

“Am I?” you shot back, enjoying how his resolve was visibly wavering. “Guess we’ll never know.”

For a moment, Karasu stayed silent, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh so exaggerated it might as well have been a theatrical performance, he finally relented.

“Fine,” he said, as if you’d just forced him into a life-or-death situation. “I’ll go to your stupid beach. But only because I know you’ll be insufferable if I don’t.”

“Uh-huh,” you said with a triumphant grin. “And definitely not because of what I might wear, right?”

He scoffed, looking away to hide the faint pink dusting his cheeks, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

You laughed, linking your arm with his as the two of you continued walking, “You’re such a terrible liar, babe.”

He muttered something under his breath, but the way his fingers brushed against yours told you everything you needed to know.

The beach trip was officially on.

The beach trip… yay or nay? Comment to be tagged on (possibly) future Karasu oneshots

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On her throne

Solas x Inquisitor Lavellan Fanfiction.

Summary: Inquisitor Lavellan is stressed and worried about all the responsabilities that now fall on her shoulders. Luckily, Solas is there to help her feel better. (Or, Solas making out with Lavellan and going down on her while she's on her Skyhold throne).

Notes and tags: +18, there's oral sex here (female receiving). There sex in the Fade but also cuddles in the Fade (porn with feelings, is that how you call it?). Poor Lavellan is stressed and doubting herself.

Words: 2.5k

Lavellan let out a tired sigh, resting the back of her head against the cold throne, eyes closed. She was so tired of passing judgment, of listening to people’s complaints and demands, of meetings, of every decision weighing on her shoulders…

The Inquisitor opened her eyes, relieved to see that the hall had emptied. She leaned to rest her elbows on her knees and her head on her palms. She felt done for the day…

“Vhenan.” At Solas’ voice, Lavellan looked up from her hands, finding him walking to the throne. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…just tired.” She smiled at him, reaching her hand to him as he approached. Solas took it, bringing it up to his lips, and her tired smile grew bigger at it. “But suddenly I'm feeling better.”

Solas gave her a soft smile. He always looked at her like she was precious to him, and it always made her feel dancing butterflies in her belly.

“Something’s worrying you,” he said as he knelt before her, studying her face. He wouldn’t be on his knees before a throne for anyone but her.  “Care to share?”

“It’s…it’s not worry, just…just tired.” Lavellan leaned back on the throne, weary. “I was supposed to just close the rifts with this thing.”  She shook her hand with the anchor and Solas reached for it, caressing her fingers with his thumb. It was calming. “But instead I’m here sitting judgment, and most things are not even related to the rifts, and how I’m supposed to know what to do? Who am I to judge all these things?”

“You’re the Inquisitor,” Solas said, as if that meant something to her, when she didn’t even know how she’d stumbled into the role. “And you’re wiser than most, what you decide is well done.”

Lavellan’d never get why Solas seemed to hold her in such regard, but she’d enjoy it anyway.

“Thank you…but no matter what I do, someone always disapproves,” she sighed.

“You can’t please everyone,” Solas said, matter of fact.

“Then I guess I’ll just try to please you,” Lavellan retorted, trying to joke, and Solas arched an eyebrow. “Okay, I didn’t mean it to sound like that,” she snorted.

“I wasn’t going to complain.” Solas shrugged, a smile dancing on his lips, and he chuckled when Lavellan swatted his hand playfully, before taking it and intertwining their fingers.

“Seriously, though… I just try to do what I feel is right,” Lavellan said, playing with Solas’ fingers. “But I can never be sure it’s actually the right thing, and I have to keep deciding everything, and it’s too much, it’s overwhelming…”

“Vhenan.” Solas’ voice was soft. He placed a hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing gentle, soothing circles. “You’re doing good. I don’t know anyone who’d lead this Inquisition better.”

Lavellan took a deep breath, realizing that she’d been holding it as she ranted, and she gave Solas a small smile. His words made her feel better, as did having his support, it meant more than she knew how to tell him.

“Thank you,” she told him softly. She reached to caress Solas’ cheek, smiling when he leaned into her touch. She stopped her knuckles under his chin and leaned to kiss him. 

The kiss started soft and sweet, but it soon deepened. Solas always kissed her as if he couldn’t get enough of her and this time was no exception. He moved closer, still knelt at the foot of the throne, and Lavellan opened her legs so he could get even closer, making her lean against the back of the throne.

Lavellan felt his hand softly caressing up her calf under her skirt, and she gasped against Solas’ mouth when it reached her thigh. Solas’ lips parted from hers and his hand stopped, as if he’d just realized what he was doing.

Lavellan didn’t want him to stop, though, or move away, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close again and kissing him. Solas kissed her deeply, melting into her. His hand squeezed her thigh and a sigh escaped Lavellan’s lips, kissing him just as intently.

She loved the way Solas always kissed her, as if he was starved of her, stealing not only her breath but almost her mind, until he, his touch, his kisses, were all Lavellan could think of, her worries and troubles blessedly disappearing if only for that moment.

Lavellan pulled back ever so slightly but kept her arms around him, and Solas leaned to hold his forehead against hers, as if he too couldn’t get enough of her touch. It made her smile, butterflies fluttering in her belly.

“Whenever I feel stressed or like everything is too much, I should just call you and have you kiss me, so it all goes away. Works like magic,” she joked breathlessly, but it was true.

“Glad to be of use to the Inquisitor,” Solas joked back. His smile was fond and he was looking at her again like she was something precious to treasure. It took Lavellan’s breath away as much as his kisses.

Solas pulled back and Lavellan tried to chase his lips again. Solas didn’t let her, though, smiling, and Lavellan wondered if he had the right to look so smug. Yes, yes he did. She went to kiss him again and Solas let her peck his lips but pulled back again.

Lavellan’s complaint died on her lips when he felt his hand sliding down her leg under her skirt. He reached her foot and lifted it to place it over his shoulder, turning his face to kiss her calf, right above her boot.

Solas kissed her leg again, higher, and looked up at her with his mouth still brushing her skin, as if to see if she was okay with it. Lavellan leaned back on the throne, lifting her skirt higher and angling her leg for him to keep going as he pleased.

Solas didn’t need more encouragement. He kept kissing up her leg, and Lavellan took a deep breath when he felt his lips on her thigh while his hand caressed her other leg. He kissed her inner thigh, almost reaching her center, and Lavellan could feel the heat coming off her.

Solas then moved to kiss her other thigh, first down to her calf, then his lips kissed a trail up her thigh again, lifting her skirt higher, until Solas placed a kiss above her clothed core, eliciting a gasp out of Lavellan’s lips as her hips rose from the throne to meet him.

“Vhenan…” Solas whispered, sounding almost reverential to Lavellan’s ears.

He caressed his way over her thighs until he reached her smallclothes, and Lavellan shifted to help him remove them, leaving her bare under her hitched skirt. Once that was done, Solas grabbed her thighs, tugging so she’d slid down to the edge of the throne, and he placed her leg above his shoulder again.

Solas lowered his mouth on her, but he didn’t go for her heat, instead kissing her thigh again. He kissed his way up to her inner thigh, and a soft moan escaped Lavellan when he finally kissed her center.

His tongue tasted her wetness with a long lick and Lavellan gasped, eyes closed as she leaned back against the throne, her hand flying to Solas' head, only caressing it at first, but when his tongue circled her clit, she couldn’t help but push his face closer, hips lifting to his mouth as a moan escaped her lips.

When he sucked on her nub, Lavellan let out a moan that reverberated across the empty hall. At the sound, she vaguely recalled where she was. 

She wondered what someone might think if they walked in then and found the Inquisitor like that, her skirt hitched up to her waist, one leg spread at the side of the throne and the other thrown over Solas’ shoulder, his head buried between her legs.

She wondered too why she didn’t seem to care that much if someone walked in. The room had emptied long ago, it was late, and-

Another flick of his tongue on her clit and Lavellan forgot where she was again. 

Lavellan tried to relax her hold on his head, caressing his skull as he kept going. Her other hand lay on the cold armrest of the throne, fingers curling and grasping it hard as Solas sucked on her, until his hand moved to hold hers so her fingers squeezed and grasped his own instead of the armrest.

She opened her eyes and the sight of Solas looking up at her from between her thighs as he pleasured her made her moan his name. Her hand squeezed his, and she felt more than heard him growl against her sex, burying his face in it.

She’d always thought Solas kissed her as if he was starved and this was no different. The throne room filled with the sounds of her gasps, sighs, moans, and whimpers as he kept going until she couldn't take it any longer.

Lavellan cried out as she reached her peak, one hand grasping Solas’ hand tight while the other pushed his face even closer to her. Her back arched and her hips lifted, quivering thighs clamping around Solas’ head, but he pushed them open again, holding her in place, and he kept going as she climaxed.

He slowed down, stopping when her thighs relaxed and her moans turned into pants. He kissed her thigh before pulling back to look at her, smiling at her as she tried to catch her breath. Lavellan reached out to stroke his face and Solas leaned into her touch.

“I…I’m definitely feeling way better now,” Lavellan breathed out, and Solas’ sweet smile turned smug.

Lavellan cupped his face, stroking his cheeks before leaning closer. “Come here,” she whispered before kissing his lips and soon, as Solas pushed close to her as they kissed,  she was out of breath again.

“When I say come here, I mean it,” she said, tugging at him, and Solas chuckled as she practically tried to drag him onto the throne seat with her.

Lavellan moved to the side to make room for Solas, shifting to sit on his lap instead once he was sitting down on the throne, nestling against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck, looking at him.

“Won’t I be beheaded for sitting on the Inquisitor’s throne?” Solas joked, holding her to him.

“You have a special permit by the Inquisitor herself,” Lavellan joked back. “I’ll even write it on paper, hang it around here.”

Solas chuckled again, looking at her in a way that made her heart flutter, before he kissed her.

When their lips parted, Lavellan snuggled to Solas' chest with a satisfied sigh as he held her tight.

“I hope nobody decides to come here,” she murmured. “I’m sure almost everyone is sleeping.”

She felt the rumble of Solas’ chest as if he’d laughed. “You don’t know you’re sleeping too?”

“What?” Lavellan pulled back to look at him. “Seriously? We’re in the Fade?” Solas nodded and Lavellan looked around, sighing. “Someday I’ll be able to realize it…well, I guess it was too convenient that nobody walked into the hall, should have suspected it.” Solas chuckled at her words, caressing her arm with his knuckles. “So…you went to sleep and decided to come visit? Or was it me barging into your dreams?”

“Me. I wanted to see you, you didn’t look good when you retired to your chambers.”

“I was exhausted and feeling like everything was too much…” She’d felt so overwhelmed and stressed, and it had followed into her dreams. “So…thank you for coming to check on me and change that.” She smiled at Solas and he pecked her lips. “But you could have just come to my room, you know, awake.”

Solas arched an eyebrow at her words. “Yes, I'm sure that me going alone into the Inquisitor’s chambers after she’s retired for the night won’t have people talking.”

“If they want to talk, then let them talk, I don’t care.” It was not the first time she told him that. 

“I’m sure Josephine would love it,” Solas retorted and Lavellan sighed. She didn’t care about what people talked and gossiped about her, but she knew Josephine cared.

Her advisor wanted the Inquisitor to have a good reputation in the eyes of human nobility, and Lavellan knew that gossip about who she might be involved with, especially if it was an apostate elven mage, might not work in her favor. She didn’t care, and it made no sense to her that people put hers and the Inquisition’s value on who she might love, but she didn’t want to stress Josephine.

Still…she had closed rifts, fought demons, fought Corypheus, and kept going at it…didn’t she deserve something good? Couldn’t she love and be happy with whoever she wanted, without people talking about her as if she were losing time for trying to be content for five minutes? Why would any human noble feel like they were entitled to have a say on who she loved? Hadn’t she done enough?

Everything started to feel like too much again and Lavellan snuggled even closer to Solas. “Let’s not talk about Inquisition business until it’s the morning and we’re awake and we have to.”

“Gladly,” Solas said softly.

He kissed the top of her head, holding her tight to his chest, and in his embrace, Lavellan felt her troubles and worries disappearing again.

She wasn’t sure when she slipped away from the Fade and woke up, but eventually, Lavellan found herself on her bed. She missed Solas’ arms around her immediately, wishing he’d have come to her room instead of only seeing her in the Fade.

The sun wasn’t even up yet, there were still hours until she was needed…

Lavellan got up from the bed and headed to the door of her chamber, opening it carefully. She walked down the dark corridor until she reached the door that led to the hall, which she opened as quietly as she could, peeking into the hall. Once she saw it was dark and empty, Lavellan quietly made her way to the door that led to Solas’ rotunda and opened it, careful not to make noise.

She found Solas asleep on the big couch, looking rather cute, if she was one to judge. She approached him silently and sat down on the couch, trying not to wake him, but he stirred anyway.

“Vhenan,” he murmured as she lay down next to him.

“Sleep,” Lavellan whispered as she snuggled up to Solas. “No need to leave the Fade on my account. I’ll see you there soon if I’m lucky.”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, before kissing the top of her head. Lavellan let out a content sigh, closing her eyes, letting the rise and fall of Solas’ chest and his warm embrace lull her back to sleep, her mind blessedly empty of her troubles and worries for the time being.

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So... I think Solas had daydreamed about eating out Lavellan while watching her on her throne, and I gave him the chance.

Also, pretty sure that after this, the Inquisitor may just joke to Solas that for now her new throne can be his face/lap. She's bad at making jokes, poor Solas.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.

Solavellan has taken over my life and mind. I love Solas character, his story, his depth, and I'm in love with his relationship with Lavellan. It's all so beautiful and tragic. I can only wish they'll get a happy ending in DATV.

I hope to write more Solavellan, if anyone would be interested in reading it, although writing Solas is incredibly intimidating. But if you have something you want to see writen, let me know.

Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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This Kitten Purrs | Choi San ☆

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☆ Day 07 : Thigh Riding

↬ [ Synopsis ] : When tension runs high and nothing seems to work, you decide to throw one final bait for your roommate San to take, enlightening him of your desires. This time, he actually takes it, reciprocating with equal passion and intensity. Game night turns into a wild night of intense pleasure—riding thighs with hands and mouths everywhere, making this kitten purr.

Word Count : 1.6k Genre : Non-idol u, Smut, Angst. Pairing : Roommate! San x F.reader

WARNINGS : Pure smut(18+), both are switch!, dirty talk, dom/ sub undertones, dom san, sub fem reader, thigh riding, pet name(kitten), self pleasure, nipple play, biting.

Tag list OPEN! - let me know if you want to be tagged for this Kinktober list

☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 07 is here ma chéries ☆ and it's our kitty San's turn for some fun. A shorter one compared to my other fics, but I promise, it's not going to disappoint. Hope you enjoy it ma chéries.

Also, I successfully completed one week of Kinktober '24. Brb, gonna cry in a corner. I can’t believe I finally committed to something and am actually seeing it through. Thank you so much for all the love and support you've shown for this rookie kitten.

Wednesdays were always booked and busy for game night. Phones were on silent, snacks and drinks were on the table, the PS was plugged in, and the game was ready to begin. You, Yunho, San, and Mingi all crashed at your place, crowding on the couch while you comfortably perched on San’s lap.

You and San had always been so comfortable being physically touchy with each other, so it was normal for you to sit on his lap. Kissing on the cheeks, back hugs, forehead kisses, and sitting on his lap had become common occurrences around the house.

As your eyes were glued to the screen, your fingers moved swiftly over the controller. You all cheered with every kill, eating and drinking the evening away, not realizing five hours had passed.

Now, the final match began—the most intense 2v2 yet. San and you were on one team, with Yunho and Mingi on the other. The tension peaked as San gripped his controller, ready to give it his all one last time. Only, his team wouldn’t be winning. You wouldn’t let him.

Why? Because San had whined all afternoon, stubbornly against the idea of you going on a blind date with some random guy named Mingyu. “What if he turns out to be a serial killer?” he’d tried to convince you. “Can’t let the resident kitten get killed so early, now can we?” He pouted, smirking as mischief glinted in his eyes. You both knew these complaints were baseless and ridiculous.

Kitten? you scoffed. If anyone’s a pussy here,its him.

The real reason was his desire to have you all to himself, though he was too hesitant to make the first move. And, let's just say, you shared a mutual desire to have him too, especially since these blind dates were turning out to be disappointments. So, you decided to give him a cheeky little push,a bone to the hungry animal, curious if he’d take the bait.

If he did, the blind date was off.

Your plan was all set and ready to be executed as you shifted in San’s lap, seeming innocent, but your intentions were clear to you.

As the game raged on, you subtly rocked back and forth on his thigh, eagerly awaiting a reaction. His arms tightened around your waist, tension building with each movement, but he stayed quiet, trying to focus.

“Yah, are you trying to distract me?” San complained, his tone playful but strained, his lips forming a pout.

You laughed, your eyes still on the screen. “Me? Distract you? San, focus, please. We can’t let them win.” You smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing, continuing the subtle rocking with your goal in mind.

His grip tightened, and though he said nothing more, you could hear his breath hitch as his focus slipped the longer you kept moving. The game was already lost, but your game was well on its way to victory.

Just give in already, Sannie!

“Fuck!” San cursed loudly, tossing the controller aside as the victory screen flashed for the other team.

“Told you we’d win!” Mingi cheered, fist-bumping Yunho.

Yunho grinned. “Looks like someone got distracted” he teased, shooting a knowing look at you and San.

“Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts.” San muttered, waving them off. “Next time, we’re winning,” he added smugly, confident in his future victory.

“We’ll see,” Yunho smirked, pulling Mingi along. “See you guys next week.”

San watched them leave, his eyes following as the door shut softly behind them.

“I’ll play with you later, Sannie,” you said as you got off his lap, pretending you had somewhere urgent to be. “Can’t keep Mingyu waiting all night, can I?” You turned, walking to your room to get ready for the blind date.

San's hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice needy. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? And now you want to leave for this date with some random dude?”

“Maybe I did,” you smirked, leaning back, letting your head rest against his shoulder as you traced your fingers slowly along his thigh. “But what are you going to do about it, Sannie?” you teased, your voice soft but daring, the challenge hanging in the air between you.

Piecing together the situation, a low, sultry chuckle escaped San’s lips as they brushed against the exposed skin of your shoulder. He bit down gently, a silent declaration that the challenge had been accepted. “Kitten needs to be punished.” he murmured, his voice dark with intent as his desires took over.

Got him right where you wanted. Now, the real fun started.

“Stand up” he commanded, a devilish smirk adorning his lips as his dominant side surfaced, his eyes darkening with desire. Blinking a few times, you smirked, and obeyed without hesitation, feeling the heat of his gaze as it roamed over you.

Dom San is hot!

Leaning back, San settled comfortably, his eyes locked on you. “Undress for me, kitten.” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation, waiting for your naked form to grace his view. You obeyed, the thrill of submitting to him already making you wet down south as your hands got rid of your tank top and shorts.

Your naked form, delicate yet extremely sexy, almost made him take you right then and there. But he wanted to devour you bit by bit, both for the sake of punishment and to fulfill the satisfaction of your cancelled date.

“Now,” he continued, his gaze locked on you, “touch yourself for me.” His words were heavy with desire, wanting to witness how you pleasured yourself. The memory of your moans from a few nights ago still lingered in his mind, those nights when you’d leave the door just slightly open, knowing he’d peek in, and your sultry cries of pleasure were loud enough for him to hear and brick up in his pants.

Your hands cupped your breasts, giving them a few squeezes that made San practically salivate, eager for a bite, maybe even a hard suck on those perky buds. Your fingers pinched your nipples, hardening them, ecstasy coursing through your body as you broke apart under his intense gaze. Pinching them harder, you gave a final tug before your juicy breasts bounced back to their original position with a jiggle.

Now, your hands traveled down south, every move diligently followed by San as his dick hardened in his pants. You tugged at the waistband of your lacy underwear, pulling it down quickly. As it fell to your feet, you began rubbing your wet core, soft moans escaping your lips as tremors ran through your body. Your fingers slipped inside your heat, the delicious stretch making you ache with frustration that it wasn’t his touch you were feeling. The frustration drove you to pump your fingers faster, slick gathering on your skin as the pleasure built, edging you closer to a heart-stopping release.

That’s it. San couldn’t wait any longer.

With one swift motion, he pulled you back onto his lap, capturing your lips as an urgent hunger consumed him, thanks to your little sexy performance. His grip on your hips tightened, his lips messily nibbling, occasionally biting your lower lip. “Move, kitten.” he commanded, and you moaned as he tugged at your lower lip, sucking and showing no mood to let go of your sexy mouth.

Without a word, you shifted in his lap again, your thighs pressing against his as you rocked forward, slowly testing the friction. The sharp intake of breath you heard from San was enough to encourage you further. You repeated the motion, deliberately this time, feeling his hardness beneath your hand.

“Fuck…” San breathed, his voice strained as he enjoyed the sensations erupting on thighs. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as you continued to grind against his thigh. The feeling of his thigh between your legs, combined with the strong grip of his hands, sent waves of pleasure through you.

Your pace quickened, your breathing becoming heavy as you chased the friction. San’s eyes were glued to your face, watching your blushy cheeks, your lip between your teeth, and your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself in the rhythm. His hands never left your hips, pushing and pulling you against him with just enough pressure to drive you closer to the edge.

“San…” you whimpered, feeling the tight knot in your stomach about to snap. He groaned, his hands gripping you even tighter, practically guiding you into each movement now.

“Cum for me, kitten.” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Can you do that for me, pretty? Will you let me take care of you?” His rough voice transformed into one filled with sweetness and care.

The duality pushed you over the edge snapping the knot as a wave of pleasure crashed over you. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as your body trembled with release. San’s name fell from your lips in a breathless moan as your movements slowed, riding out the high.

But was San done, though? Fuck No!

You could feel how hard he was, his arousal pressing hard against you hands. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m not letting you off that easy. Ready for round two, kitten?”

With that, he carried you to his bedroom, and you still recovered from your high as excitement grew inside you in anticipation of the wild night that was about to come.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[nanaminsmoon]

clingy!connie x blackfem!reader

a/n: i need him bad.

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), connie calls reader; 'ma', n word usage, "te extrañé, ma"("i missed you, ma).

wc: 1619

thinking about your clingy boyfriend, connie, who couldn’t leave you alone even if he tried…which he hadn’t. skincare done, cold bottle of water on your nightstand, pyjamas (aka one of his shirts, and some panties) on and your bonnet atop your head, you had knocked the fuck out as soon as your head hit the pillow. by midnight you were in deeeep sleep, but you were rudely awoken by some federal ass knocks on your door. at 2am. at that time of night, it could only be one person. and, even though you had told him to stop, connie’s routine of showing up at your house once he’s done dealing wouldn’t cease. he’d show up at your doorstep multiple nights a week, the potent smell of weed and his cologne smacking you in your drowsy face as soon as you opened the door.

”why are you here?”, you’d ask, voice groggy from how tired you were. you’d had a long day, and could barely piece together coherent sentences, but you just needed to know why this kept happening when he had his own damn bed in his own damn house.

connie would just shrug at you, because he knew how this went; you always complained, but you’d always let him in. then, once your irritated grumbling stopped, you’d cuddle to sleep—waking up the next morning with a stupid grin on your face, talking about how glad you were that he had come over.

”i’ve had a long day, and i needa sleep”, he explained, hanging his moncler puffer up, and neatly placing his shoes on the rack. asking further questions wouldn’t change anything, so you just hmphed and started dragging your feet back to your room.

”and why the fuck’s that my problem, dickhead?”, you said, under your breath. connie couldn’t give you shit for your attitude because he was the one who caused you it, so he’d just laugh your complaints off and follow you to your bed.

”te extrañé, ma.”, his hand reached for your arm as he walked behind you, but his fingertips would just about graze your skin.

”hm”, you replied, already taking your slippers off and getting back into bed.

because of how often this happened, connie had clothes at your place. at first, you thought he was leaving his shirts there for you to sleep in, then you started finding jeans, boxers, joggers, and shoes in your closet. when you told your friends, they just said to move in with him, but you didn’t feel ready yet. so you’d just have to deal with him showing up at your house whenever he felt like it, and walking around in nothing but boxers. which was exactly what he was doing right now; keeping you up by walking around your room, brushing his teeth. you kissed your teeth at him, before wrapping yourself up in the duvet.

”why is that nigga never at his own damn house?”, you mumbled, trying to find the comfy position that had lulled you to sleep in the first place. connie heard you, and pulled the duvet off you, running away laughing when you picked up your slipper and threw it at him. like the little piece of shit he is.

and when he got back, just as you got warm again, you’d feel a cold draft on your back when he got into bed with you. and his piece of shit shenanigans continued when he pressed his cold fucking feet on your legs. of course he’d pretend like it was an accident, and complain when you slapped his leg. before having the nerve to start making demands.

”move over”, he pushed you slightly. you’d huff at him, then you’d remember why he came to you; affection. so you’d give it to him in the form of a goodnight kiss, before moving as far as you could on your side of your bed. a self-satisfied grin decorating your face, as you could practically feel connie’s glower hitting the back of your neck.

”why you so petty?”, his arm reached around you, pulling you to him by your waist.

”how am i petty?“, you laughed, lightly hitting his arm before giving up and just letting him pull you toward him.

”how you gonna kiss me goodnight then move all the way over there?”, he kissed his teeth and you just laughed at him again.

”i'm giving you space!”, you turned to him, trying to move out of his tight grasp.

”i never asked for space, now c’mere”, he snuggled into you, kissing the side of your neck, ”really think i came all the way over here to ask you for some damn space”, he muttered under his breath.

laying chest to back, with one of connie’s hands under his your shirt holding your tit, his breath would hit the side of your neck with every rise and fall of his chest. connie had always been one of those people who fell asleep as soon as they were still for more than thirty seconds. but you could tell that he was nowhere near falling asleep. and the reason for his unusual alertness, was poking the skin exposed by him lifting your shirt.

”is your dick hard right now?”, you looked over your shoulder at him, and chortled at his closed eyes as he pretended to be asleep.

”no.”, he replied bluntly, but you’d move the duvet up to look at what you already knew was pressing into you. ”sleep, bruh, i’m tired”, he pulled the duvet over the both of you, trying to cage your arms with his.

”how can i, when your dick is poking me?!”, you laughed at him, and connie just rolled his eyes.

”then fix it”, he said. his eyes were still closed but his lips formed a smirk.

”nigga you got hands, go do it yourself”, you turned back to face the other way.

some way somehow, within a few minutes, connie’s head was sandwiched between your thighs as he sucked on your clit. how tired you were made you ultra sensitive, so your legs kept closing around his head. but connie couldn’t care less. eating you out was connie’s favourite pastime; he did it when he was bored, happy, sad, or tired like he was today. in between your legs, lived a fountain of rejuvenation that revived him whenever he felt like he was two seconds away from fainting, like he had when he decided to drive to your place. but, as amazing as you tasted, feeling you around his tongue just made his dick jealous. so, right after he tasted your release, your legs would be wrapped around connie’s waist, as he slowly fucked into you. though slow, his strokes were deep enough to kiss your cervix over and over again, making your toes curl behind his back. meanwhile connie’s parted lips would pour low, heavy breaths onto your neck. occasionally placing a lazy kiss on it when his brain could gather the energy to remember. because the man was exhausted—he really came over to cuddle and sleep with his girl but his dick had other plans. so everything was just slow, but you felt it in your stomach.

”’m tired, ma.”, he whispered on your neck. and, luckily for the both of you, you were about to cum anyways.

”ssshit, me t-too”, you whispered out. his hand would move south and rub at your clit, as he used his remaining body strength to pull back from your neck to take your nipple in his mouth. the combination of the two was it all it took for you to tighten around him. the mix of his lingering high from smoking with ony, the sleepiness, and your tightening around him meant that connie was right behind you—face in the crook of your neck as he stilled and filled you with his seed.

you’d both just lay there, eyes closing before connie would lift you to take you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet so you could pee. you’d both clean up, before he’d pick you up again to put you back in bed. honestly speaking, that orgasm had ladened your eyelids and you’d been ready to go back to sleep since it washed over you. so, the second your body made contact with your bed again, you had pretty much dozed off. but, of course you’d be disturbed by your boyfriend, moving you around like you weren’t trying to get some rest. connie would move you from your side of the bed, to pull your face onto his chest. even though it wasn’t consuming any of your energy, you hated how he was still interrupting your sleep. so once your cheek was on him, you’d murmur something that sounded like,

”dunno why you can never just go home”, onto his tatted skin. but connie would just laugh at you again. and it wouldn’t take long for the both of you to fall dead asleep. because, although you complained about him knocking at your door at ridiculous times of the day, your bed felt empty without connie there. it’s like at some point, his clinginess and need to practically live in your pocket had bled into you. now your pockets felt too light without his presence in them, and your skin ached for his warmth embracing it as you dozed off after a long day.

[stellarbit]

Hiiii! I love your writing so much! Can you please do one with crosshair and his adorable general who’s super sweet but is super shy and easily frightened. Because of this crosshair is SUPER protective of her and every time someone teases him about it he completely denies his feelings for her. And of course, his general is totally oblivious to this.

Though I am slow at requests, I so appreciate what y'all send me. I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: fem!reader x Crosshair No Warnings Summary: A little drabble of Crosshair basically being a grumpy shadow for ya in the best way.

Crosshair stuck the butt of his rifle in your path. "Not a chance," he stated flatly.

You were deep into a recon mission for the legion you both were aiding. As the Jedi General assigned to Clone Force 99, your task was to locate and rendezvous with the commanding General. The journey required traversing two kliks over a rugged ridge, and having Crosshair, with his keen sniper's eye, was indispensable. Just as you were gearing up to leap down to a lower vantage point, he intervened.

Gently pushing his rifle aside with two fingers, you questioned, "Why not?"

His gaze followed the trajectory of your intended jump. "Doesn't seem like your kind of jump," he remarked coolly. He’d gotten a glimpse of your fear of heights a few missions ago and had yet to let you live it down.

“I can handle it.” You challenged him.

“Sure you can.” Crosshair replied. He readjusted his rifle and pivoted away, signaling for you to follow without awaiting a reply. "Let's move."

Catching up, you prodded him, "Who's in command here, exactly?" Your tone was light, playful even. It was this easy going demeanor that had landed you with Clone Force 99; your leadership style didn't clash with the team's dynamic, as you knew when to lead and when to listen.

Crosshair snorted, but continued on in silence. He’d welcomed your being assigned to his squad. Despite not being fond of over the top accolades, he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the recognition. Even without the Force, he found you impressive. You were skilled and selfless, sometimes to your own detriment. 

Despite your clear nervousness, you never allowed fear to dominate. The entire squad had noticed your jumpiness, a stark contrast to your fearless command. Crosshair, with his sniper eyes, noted the small tells: the slight purse of your lips before diving into water, the held breath as you squeezed through narrow gaps. Your reaction to the sudden boom of cannons or the sharp crack of thunder was almost instinctual, a flinch that you could barely control.

Yet, for all your sensitivities, you never let them hinder the mission. You pressed on without complaint, earning not just Crosshair’s respect but his silent guardianship. He watched over you, often from a distance, ensuring that nothing would compromise your focus or safety.

That protectiveness went into high gear when you’d nearly slipped down a steep cliff. You’d caught yourself well enough and in doing so you clung to Crosshair immediately beside you. Even through his armor he could feel your trembling. It was only for a moment, you released him quickly enough, but Crosshair picked up on it all the same.

Once you scouted the ridge, you commed the commanding General and headed for the rendezvous spot. 

“He said he and his captain will meet us back at camp,” you relayed, checking the coordinates on your comm device before glancing at Crosshair. “We should make it back before they do.”

“Is that a challenge?” Crosshair asked, a scoff at the end.

You hummed playfully, “I didn’t realize that would be a challenge for you.”

Crosshair held his rifle close, positioning himself to sprint. “Don’t expect me to catch you if you trip.”

The suggestion sent a jolt through you—was it the fear or the thought of his arms catching you? There wasn’t time to ponder as Crosshair surged ahead. Show off, you mused silently, though the view of him leading the way was something you never complained about.

Before returning to camp, you had to make it down a steep incline - about 50 feet. Crosshair slid down the incline, as nimble as ever. At the bottom, he secured his rifle across his pack and shifted his weight onto one foot, signaling you to follow.

“Don’t worry,” He said, his teasing bordered on mocking. “When you fall, I’ll catch you.” Even with his helmet concealing his features, the slight tilt of his head suggested a smirk.

Without pausing to gauge the distance, you summoned the Force behind your movement and launched yourself down the incline. It was a controlled, forceful descent aimed directly at the sniper. His helmet jerked back slightly, caught off-guard by your bold maneuver, as he braced to intercept you. 

You could have eased the landing, but the opportunity to test Crosshair's assurance was far too tempting. True to his word, he caught you adeptly, his movements syncing perfectly with your descent. He pivoted, his arm securing around your legs while his other hand steadied at the small of your back, guiding you safely against him. Your waist nestled just below his chest, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you looked down at him with a smile.

A subtle motion caught your attention—the soft brush of his thumb across your back, almost imperceptible.

“Nice catch.” You whispered down to him. 

Crosshair’s helmet, angled up towards you, tilted subtly to the side—a silent question or perhaps contemplation. He made no move to lower you to the ground, his arms creating a gentle but firm cradle. You remained as motionless as possible, acutely aware of every point of contact. The warmth from where your bodies touched seemed to radiate, intensifying the sensations.

Under the fading light of dusk, shadows played across your faces, cloaking the flush that had started to climb up your neck. You hoped the dimness concealed your reaction, though part of you wondered if Crosshair, with his keen senses, could detect the change in your pulse or the slight tremor in your breath.

With a slight shift, Crosshair broke the silence in a dry tone, “Should we include you jumping into my arms in the debrief or was the little show just for me?” Even hidden behind his helmet, the slight tilt of his head suggested a smirk.

A flush of embarrassment warmed your cheeks as another thumb brushed the small of your back, the slow, deliberate motion sending a shiver through you. You arched involuntarily at the touch, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. Squirming slightly under his gaze, you managed to wiggle free from his loose embrace and found your footing on solid ground. Your hands lingered on his chest briefly, feeling his arms still encircling you.

Before he felt your hands trembling, you gave him a light pat on the chest. “Best keep it between us - wouldn’t want to have to explain your slow reflexes.” You were impressed by the steadiness in your voice.

Crosshair stepped back, feigning offense. “Slow reflexes? You launched yourself at me.” It wasn’t an accusatory statement, more of a reminder.

Backing away in the direction of camp, you wagged a finger between the two of you. “Between us it is.” At the rate you walked away you were practically fleeing the scene.

You ended up making it back before the other general. Crosshair joined his brother’s at the landing strip of the Marauder while you checked in with the Commander on duty.

As Crosshair approached he pulled his helmet off and slipped a toothpick between his lips. 

Hunter leaned against the wing of the shuttle and said, “Took you long enough.” The comment earned a sharp glance from Crosshair, his expression tightening just enough to convey his annoyance. Hunter had watched his brother pick at you and knew him enough to know Crosshair was fussing over you in his own way.

Tech's voice preceded him from the ship. “Right on time. The other general is arriving momentarily as well.” Descending the stairs, Tech barely lifted his eyes from his datapad. “We should be departing shortly.”

True to Tech's prediction, the Jedi General in command and his Clone Captain emerged through the underbrush soon after. While you engaged in a discussion with the General, the Clone Captain approached the rest of the Batch. 

He tilted his helmet respectfully. “Thanks for the support, troopers. They weren’t kidding when they said you were effective.”

Wrecker snorted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, someone's gotta be good at their job around here.”

The Captain did a double take at the large clone, but only shook his helmet in response. Resting a hand on his hip, he glanced towards where his Jedi General was standing. With a chuckle, he mused aloud, “I wouldn’t mind being under her command.”

Tech audibly groaned, while Crosshair’s head snapped towards the Captain, his body language tense. “And why is that?” His voice was sharp, a clear edge underlying the question.

Hunter inhaled deeply, sensing the brewing storm. Wrecker, meanwhile, stood by grinning, evidently enjoying the unfolding drama.

Nonchalantly, the Captain gestured towards you, unaware of the undercurrents swirling around him. “Who wouldn’t want to get to look at her all the time?”

Crosshair’s helmet muffled his simmering as he pulled it over his head. Turning to face him directly, Crosshair tilted his head towards the Captain. “You’ll have to say that again.”

The Captain, caught off guard by the sniper’s intensity, scoffed dismissively, “Is that right?”

In a taunting, egging-on voice Crosshair said, “Either you say it to her.” Crosshair pointed to you then stepped closer, invading the Captain’s personal space, his posture menacing. “Or you say it to me.”

A dismissive chuckle came from the Captain and he said, “Fine.”

Meanwhile, you wrapped up with the General. “Anytime Master, we’re happy to have helped.” You were about to shake their hand when you noticed a commotion at the edge of your vision.

The next moment Crosshair rammed his helmet into the Captain’s with enough force to send the man on his ass. 

“Time to go,” you sighed, rushing towards the unfolding scene. A few regs were gathering by the time you made it through. 

Crosshair was poised to advance on the fallen Captain when you intervened. Slipping in front of him, you wrapped your arms around his armored torso, your presence an immediate barrier. His rage simmered down to a trembling restraint under your hold.

“Cross,” you said with a firm tone, but softened immediately when he pushed against you again. “Hey, hey, hey. Who’s jumping into whose arms now, huh?” Crosshair held the pressure a moment longer, his breath heavy against you, then growled softly and stepped back.

Realizing your hands were still at his sides, you snatched your hands back as if he was too hot to touch.

“Wise choice,” Crosshair sneered over your shoulder at the Captain, who was clumsily regaining his footing. His hand found its way to your waist, and with a hiss that betrayed a blend of annoyance and protective instinct, he murmured, “After you, General,” guiding you towards the Marauder’s ramp with an unexpected gentleness.

As you passed Hunter, his smirk broad and clearly entertained, Crosshair snapped, “Stow it.”

Your head swiveled between them, confusion knitting your brows. Once on the ship, you halted and pushed back against Crosshair’s guiding hand, spinning around to face him while trying to ignore how his touch lingered. “You just had to fight, didn’t you?” Despite your attempt at authority, your voice cracked, revealing your weak resolution.

Crosshair looked down, a soft chuckle escaping him. He gently turned you back around by the waist and nudged you deeper into the ship. “Your fault,” he crooned, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped despite your frustration. You craned your neck to look up at him, demanding an explanation, “Tell me how.”

“I don’t think I will,” he replied, the hint of a smile still in his voice, leaving the words hanging between you like a challenge.

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

[toast-the-unknowing]

on fanfic plagiarism

Almost five years ago, in January of 2019, someone I'd never met before reached out to tell me that one of my Pynch fics, "Word on the Street," had been plagiarized.

I remember that the stolen fic was posted in k-pop fandom, though not what specific band it related to -- I'm not into k-pop, or really into pop music at all.

I remember that the person who messaged me told me that they had found my fic because the plagiarist had a reputation for stealing fic, so when they'd posted a new story, this person had known to do some digging.

I don't remember what the plagiarist's username was. I remember scanning the stolen story, trying both to read every detail and to avoiding taking any of it in, because looking at that right-but-wrong, not-quite-there, uncanny-valley-ness of it made me queasy.

I remember being darkly amused that the plagiarist had cut out the reference to the main character suffering physical abuse at the hands of his father -- I guess it didn't make sense in the context of the new character. It's almost like the story wasn't written for him. It's almost like someone wrote the story about Adam Parrish, instead.

I filed an AO3 complaint, on the grounds that this was a blatant and unarguable violation of their plagiarism policy. Within twenty-four hours, they got back to me, and the story was removed.

It was a weird, uncomfortable, gross feeling, knowing someone had taken words I'd written and passed them off as their own.

But at the same time -- "Word on the Street" was a silly thing I dashed off pretty quickly, during a period of my life when I was doing a lot of writing. It hurt to have it stolen. It was a violation. But…I had other words, that were more important to me. Maybe that was a buffer.

-

Last month, about six weeks ago, someone I'd never met before reached out to tell me that one of my Pynch fics, "there's talk going 'round this town," had been plagiarized.

I was, bizarrely, amused.

I was less bizarrely furious. I was understandably, relatably, I would say rationally, furious. But in a way (and as always, when I say in a way, I am calling back to the scholars of overthinkingit.com for whom in a way is meant as the thing I have just said or am about to say is false) -- in a way, I was amused.

The plagiarist clearly did a 'find and replace' on the character names, to replace Adam and Ronan's names with those of k-pop characters. They did a bad job of it, since the name "Ronan" still appears in one paragraph and the name "Parrish" still appears in two paragraphs. The fic is here, in case anyone doesn't believe me, under the name "i do(n't remember)". At first when I complained about the fic on tumblr, I didn't mention the name, or which fic they'd stolen, because I was worried about anyone…I don't know, making a scene. I've stopped caring. AO3 user springguk is bad at find and replace and they should feel bad. About their computer skills, and also about their blatant plagiarism.

springguk also did some more edits to my fic, I have to give them credit for that. I wrote "there's talk going 'round this town" within a relatively short time span, for me. I tend to either finish things within one week, or else take several months. I believe this one took about five or six weeks completely to write -- I was very inspired.

(I was inspired, specifically, by the press coverage of Winona Ryder and Keanu Reeves 'discovering' they might be 'accidentally' married. I mention that in my author's notes. springguk doesn't mention what 'inspired' them in their author's notes. I wonder how they talk about it with friends. They do, in their author's notes, include a link to their ko-fi, and a request that people buy them a coffee.)

If I'd taken longer with this fic, I might have made some edits. Even at the time, I knew I was being self-indulgent in letting the scene with my teenage female OC talk at such length with Ronan about what his non-canonical film career had meant to her, a person the audience didn't care about. But I had fun. I liked Fox. I didn't want to cut her, and what the hell, it was fanfic. I decided to self-indulge.

I was darkly amused to find that springguk did cut out the scene with Fox from their plagiarized version. Maybe springguk is a more disciplined editor than I am. Maybe springguk just didn't have a good k-pop character to map Fox onto. Maybe springguk didn't even realize that Fox was an OC. Do you know anything about the fandom you steal fics from, springguk? I can't help but wonder. Have you read The Raven Cycle? Do you care about teenage OCs who steal cars because of fake films that are clearly meant to be stand-ins for The Fast and the Furious franchise?

Maybe springguk just didn't give a fuck, because none of their heart and soul was poured into this fic. I cared too much about Fox. springguk doesn't care about a single word in the fic they published. Why would they? They didn't write it.

I'm being a little mean in naming them so many times. But I'm able to, this time, because although I filed a plagiarism complaint with AO3 six weeks ago, springguk's stolen fic "i do(n't remember)," is still available to read on AO3 to this very day. I don't have to wrack my brains to remember what their username was, or which k-pop band they recast my work with. I can just look at their fic with its 24 comments and 151 kudos. Hell, maybe that fic is even better than mine, if you don't mind that by cutting the sequence with Fox they've sacrificed a fairly substantial development in the romantic relationship, and also if you don't care that at one point the characters names switch from Jeongguk and Taehyung to Ronan and Parrish, because seriously, for fuck's sake, if you're going to steal a fic at least do a goddamn ctrl+f at the end.

I was mad. I was amused. I made a complaint that the AO3, six weeks later, has still not acted on. I mostly moved on.

-

Tonight, someone I'd never met before reached out to tell me that one of my Pynch fics, "while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now," had been plagiarized.

I wanted to vomit.

I was supposed to be playing Dungeons and Dragons online with friends tonight; I spent the entire call unable to focus on anything anyone was saying. I had to keep reminding myself that I was on camera and my face wasn't supposed to look like that.

"while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now" is the first of a series of, currently, twelve fics. skytoseungmin, the person who stole it to pass it off as their own work, knew this. Their stolen version was published as part one of a series, though they hadn't published any of the sequels. Presumably, they wanted to wait long enough to make it plausible they'd gone and written the follow ups, instead of just finding them.

skytoseungmin likely didn't know that this fic and this series are intensely personal. They didn't know that the apartment that Adam -- Seungmin, in their ill-gotten version -- lives in, that was based in part off of the apartment I lived in for a year in Pico-Robertson with talldecafcappuccino. They didn't know that the 7-Eleven Adam buys coffee at is the same one I used to tease talldecafcappuccino for buying coffee at. They didn't know that the strip club where Adam and Ronan have their humorously ill-timed romantic revelation outside of, that was the strip club I used to use as a landmark when giving people directions for how to navigate the confusing as fuck freeway exit I lived near, which once caused me to accidentally tell my highly Catholic parents "just go past the strip club and you're good!"

skytoseungmin didn't know that the apartment Adam -- sorry, Seungmin, thoroughly, they were better with find and replace than springguk -- lived in, was also based off of my ex's apartment in Palms, where I as the mere visiting girlfriend was never allowed to park in the parking lot. Where I would sometimes have to spend twenty or thirty minutes circling the neighborhood before I could find parking, often a walk of several minutes away. skytoseungmin doesn't know that when Ronan's car get towed from a McDonald's parking lot, that that was a specific McDonald's on Venice Boulevards, the same one my ex's asshole roommate used to just roll his eyes and say that I should park at. skytoseungmin doesn't know that I once wished passionately that I had just parked in that McDonald's parking lot and risked getting towed, on the occasion that a man followed me several unlit blocks from my car. skytoseungmin doesn't know that when I talk about how helping someone park is the truest love language there is in Los Angeles, that that was what I meant. Has skytoseungmin ever had to circle to half an hour to find parking in Los Angeles? Has skytoseungmin ever loved someone enough to do that, instead of saying, fuck it, they can come to me or we're breaking up? Has skytoseungmin ever loved someone in Los Angeles enough, to do as my ex did, and come running as fast as humanly possibly when their girlfriend called them whispering and crying on the phone, someone's following me, please, I'm scared, I wish I just parked at the McDonald's?

"while we're on the subject, could we change the subject now" is a very personal fic.

It isn't half as personal as some of the fics that come after.

skytoseungmin marked their plagiarized version of the fic as part one of a series. Were they planning on stealing part two, where I, through an alternate universe characterization of Ronan Lynch, dig into my experience of grief and trauma surrounding my grandmother's dementia? Were they planning on stealing any of the explicit fics, where I play with kink and desire in ways I haven't even exposed to my actual sexual partners, but where I felt able to through the guise of fandom? What else was skytoseungmin planning on stealing, with charming little author's notes apologizing for how they missed the fandom-relevant date they were shooting for, because they were so busy with exams, tee-hee! Why the excuses, skytoseungmin? how long does it take you to ctrl+f, even if you are more thorough about it than springguk?

If I seem too accusatory and mean-spirited toward skytoseungmin, well, the LA verse is a very personal fic.

And it's also, it turns out, only one of eight different fics that they stole from me.

I didn't even notice at first, to be honest. I was too stunned. But my friend Jessie, my Lady Galahad, went to my defense and clicked through to the author's page, while I was still reeling at the horrible possibilities of part one of a series. It turned out, of eight fics on skytoseungmin's author's page…I had written every single one of them.

Some were short and pretty lighthearted, things I hadn't had to invest too much of myself into -- like I said, sometimes, I can write a fic in under a week.

Other things…

They stole the space western AU.

I don't think I can articulate to any human being how much that hurt me, to look at it, to see.

I wrote that as a thank you gift for someone who donated to Fandom Trumps Hate.

I spent nearly two years of my life on it -- two years during which, because of mental health issues and life situation changes, my words per year dropped precipitously. I still haven't recovered. I still think of what a failure I am for not writing more, currently, actively, and I remember how the space western AU was both a symptom of that and a defiance of it: yes, writing has become fucking hard, fucking NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE, but I'm still doing it, goddamn it, you can't stop me, even if all I produce is the tiniest trickle of words a month. it can still add up, somehow, if we just keep TRYING.

To see the space western AU, casually nestled amongst a half dozen other fics that were all apparently casually dashed off in the same month…I know it was theft, I know it was a lie, but it still felt like a slap in the face, why can't you write this fast?

Jessie, my Lady Galahad, went on a campaign of commenting on all of skytoseungmin's (my) fics, and I am so thankful. The k-pop fans who heard Jessie have been reaching out, to her, to me, to each other on Twitter, and I am so thankful for them too. skytoseungmin has deleted all of their (my) fics on AO3, and their entire AO3 account, and their entire twitter, apparently. Maybe they were hoping to get enough clicks to parlay them into some kind of book deal, and they'd now rather give up what was a low investment effort on their part than be associated with accusation of plagiarism.

I suppose they can always start over with a new user name and someone else's fics if they really want to.

I suppose they can always start over with a new username and my fics, if they really want to.

And after all, AO3 has still not reached out to me about springguk, and "i do(n't remember)" is still sitting there. Maybe springguk is also going for a book deal. Who knows?

Why complain about any of it?

In a way* (and remember what "in a way" means), isn't it a compliment, if someone loves the words I wrote, even if they don't know it was me that wrote them? toast-the-unknowing and shinealightonme, if they're the same name (and they are), then why not springguk or skytoseungmin, too?

Am I making too big of a deal out of this? Does everyone just have their work stolen from them, all of the time? Is that simply the cost of doing business in an era and an ecosystem where we all can copy and paste twenty-four thousand words with greater ease than our ancestors could transcribe a single phrase? Are more prolific, more famous, more successful fan authors looking at my piteous cries and thinking, bitch, you've only been ripped off by k-pop fans ten times, come back when you have real problems?

And yet in a month, a year, a whole life phase of not being able to write as much as I would like to, because of my health, because of my work, to have someone else just casually pass off the words I have managed to eke out, as though they have no value, as though it were no more than photo copying a shitty flier to stick under a windshield wiper…

I can't imagine springguk or skytoseungmin give a shit how I feel about any of this. At best, they roll their eyes; at worst they laugh to know they hurt me -- and what's the difference between the two? I'll never know either way.

I know that some of the people they duped do care, and are also upset. That helps. And also, it doesn't help.

I just fucking hate all of this, and if all I have are words, and if my words are valuable enough for someone to steal, then here, here are enough of them to choke on. I know I did.

[littlelambscandyland]

Let Her Be

CG!House x Little!Autistic!Fem!Reader

Notes- Made the gal autistic because I am and couldn't stop myself from writing this, leave me alone, lol. That being said I just got my laptop working again, so I'll be working on requests again soon!

Warnings- Skin Picking (around the nails), Arguing (Cuddy and House), Hyperventilating, Panic Attacks, Non-violent biting (mentioned),

(Fun Fact the word count is 2,012 which is the same year the show ended)

It'd been 20 minutes. 20 damn minutes and no one even knew what this conversation was even about anymore. Cuddy had come to talk to House about yet another one of the man's many neglected duties. Normally it’d be a quick in and out where he’d complain, moan, and insult but eventually do, somewhat, what she asked. However, when Cuddy entered his office she noticed one of their interns off to the side. You.

You had been hired a few months back. A part-time intern for the psychiatric department. Cuddy was initially hesitant to hire you on because of your own mental disorders. You were autistic, quite ironic that you went into psychiatry. Despite her initial fear you were proven very useful and hardworking. Sometimes she felt herself feeling bad for ever thinking so wrongly of you, thinking how she played into the stigmas wrongly, but other times she feels glad she pushed those aside to hire you on.

Then again, maybe it was a mistake. Not because of you, mostly. You experienced age regression in high stress situations or for reasons Cuddy wasn’t quite aware of, and House had taken some special interest in you. He made excuses for you to work more with his team. Eventually Cuddy gave in letting you help with their cases by, essentially, being the patients temporary therapists. She gave you a raise and promoted you from intern, though most people still thought of you that way as Cuddy basically made up a position for you, just to shut House up.

The problems only really came when Cuddy noticed House having you around, almost, all the time. Noticing that unless he sent you away you were glued to his side. She also noted that you seemed more childish whenever he was around. Eventually, she realized you were regressed during these times. Of course, by realizing it was actually Wilson telling her after ranting to him about her confusion.

Now the actual problem wasn’t all of this. No. The problem was with House keeping you around all the time you weren’t able to do your actual job. You seriously couldn’t do it while in the mindscape of a five year old. It was ridiculous, so with feeling like there was nothing else to do she changed your job again. This time she made you House’s personal intern. Your new job entitles keeping him on track and mentally stable. Tieing in his need for you to be around and your degree in psychology.

Back to the present. It’s the first time Cuddy had to come and remind House of his job. The man had even been doing his clinic hours with a little less complaints. Today, though, House hadn’t been out of his office all day. According to Forman, House quickly dismissed them of any and all cases, and you’d done nothing about it.

So, here Cuddy was trying to talk to two incredibly distracted people. You wrapped up in a chair at a desk House had added just for you, and House sat opposite from Cuddy. He sparred more looks toward you than at Cuddy. Despite the “serious” talk, House just couldn’t ignore you. Sending funny faces or glances when you weren’t looking. If anyone knew any better they’d say House’s eyes were filled with adoration more than fascination.

And if anyone knew any better they’d realize they were right.

House had no idea when or why you became so important. He remembers meeting you, how kind you were. He remembers how he’d made a rude comment and you immediately shot back. He remembers how he called you out only for you to do the same to him. House remembers how you took everything he threw at you in stride. How you were so sweet and funny. How you willingly showed yourself with little doubt. He saw how sweet you were. How smart you were. How honest you were.

It was just you. Everything about you. He felt protective and calm with you. House felt like he didn’t have to mask himself around you. You openly answered anything he asked you and you told the truth. He knew from the moment he saw you that you were an age regressor. House knew that you wouldn’t hide that part of yourself from him as long as he asked, so he did. House confronted you the way he does everyone, bluntly. You answered him with slight embarrassment, but openly you answered with kindness towards his curiosity. 

Ever since he confronted you on it you’ve been completely responsive to every push he’s given. House can’t explain why but when you willingly started regressing around him he’d gotten so happy that he couldn’t help but coddle you. Even he found it odd how you became so special. A simple fascination turned to admiration. He saw you as a new extension of himself. Not because of how physically young you were to him, but because of how mentally young you could be. Even out of regression you had a positive childish view on things, and House was begging to protect that. He knows how rare a girl like you is. He felt even more proud when you asked him to be your caretaker when you regress. He felt even more proud than that when Cuddy transferred you to a new position as his “personal intern”. He liked spending his days with you. He liked how you needed him.

Now he sat looking at you. Eyes filled with boredom that changes to love whenever he looks towards you. You sat at a colorful deskright across from him. Eyes interchanging between a screen, Dr.Cuddy, and House. Sweet distractions and an inability to hear whatever the two of you are being told. Thick irritation unable to crush your five year old wonder.

You remember asking House if he was alright with having you around so often. You knew how it could be being stuck with someone unwillingly. You remember him telling you to shut up and if he didn’t want you around you’d be gone by now. You remember making him smile genuinely, not a sarcastic cocky one. You remember him questioning everything about you like an intense interview. You remember the smile that he tried to hide in pride when you asked him to be your caretaker.

You moved as gracefully as you could with the new changes thrown at you. You acted with stability and a mask that could be unbreakable. Yet. Anytime you were with House, alone, you dropped the mask and he did too. Two people completely real with who they’re supposed to be, if only for a short time. He saw you in a way most people didn’t. He didn’t doubt you because of your disorder. House became, so quickly, such an important part of your life. Platonically, you loved him and he loved you. Neither of you would admit it, but even when you weren’t regressed you saw him as a father figure. Someone who is actually there, who actually cares about you.

So, here you sat at your desk. The mindset of a child as you did your best to do your damn job. Cuddy scolding you and House simultaneously. Her words work too quickly in a tone you didn’t enjoy so you took in kind the silly looks and glances from House. You “worked” on the small computer in front of you. An open document with random words or phrases you’ve typed out being the only “work” related thing open. All your tabs have games or silly videos on them. Despite your current age you did try to listen to Cuddy, it was just so hard.

Cuddy stopped her rant midway through a sentence. A look of annoyance played in her eyes. She looks over to House who is once again making faces at you, and she looks at you trying your best to suppress your giggles.

“Will you pay attention, damnit.” Cuddy exclaims in frustration.

The sudden exclamation made you stiffen. You immediately shot your eyes to your lap, afraid Cuddy would turn her glare to you.

“Hey!” House shouts out just as quickly. “Watch your tone in front of the kid.” He says with a bit of a tease.

Cuddy bit at her words for a moment. Gapping for only a few seconds while looking between you and House. Finding her words she finally speaks again. “She shouldn’t be a child right now!”

“Well, maybe we should be more accommodating.” House argues, playfully.

“House this is serious. I won't have a reason to keep her working here if she isn’t actually working.” Cuddy replies.

“She is working.” He shakes his head. “She keeps me on track.” He says matter-of-a-factly.

Cuddy narrows her eyes at him. “Not today she isn’t. Today she is the biggest distraction you’ve ever seemed to have. Today you haven’t even taken on a new case!”

Their conversation continues. A bickering background as your mind takes in the overall statement “I’m a burden”. Of course, that wasn’t what Cuddy was trying to say. That doesn't mean that wasn’t the message coming across to you.

Your hands shook as you started to pick at the skin around your nails. Your eyes blurred, not with tears, but because of your ragged breaths. You picked and tore at the flesh. The red didn’t really bother you as you continued to rip at your fingers.

Suddenly House was moving across his office.

“What are you doing?” Cuddy questions before her eyes land on you.

“Will you shut up for like five minutes?” House answers with a voice filled with indignation.

House is near you in seconds. He takes your shaking hands in his and holds them tightly. He tries to guide you. Keyword tries.

“Alright well this isn’t working.” He says to no one in particular.

He pulls you out of your chair and to the couch, sits you in between his legs, and wraps his arms around you. He holds you tightly and says something to Cuddy you can’t quite hear between your own heart beats. Something about not telling anyone something, something.

“Tell me what you need.” He commands.

You shake your head feverishly. You’re pulling his arms more and pushing your back against him.

“Alright, alright.” He says.

One hand goes to your head and his other goes to your legs. He repositions you until your face is shoved into his shoulder. A few more minutes of pushing and pulling, and a bit of biting from your side. Finally you're calm enough for him to get an answer from you.

“What happened?” He asks bluntly.

“burden…” You say, your voice lowly.

“You're not a burden..” House replies quickly.

“That’s what this was about?” Cuddy asked dumbfounded.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re still here?” House asks.

She huffs at him before beginning to walk out.

“Next time watch your mouth in front of the kid!” He calls out to her.

House turns his attention back to you. Your mouth latched onto the collar of his coat and you were lightly chewing on it. 

“What’re you a gerbil? Get that out of your mouth.” He says taking his collar from you. “You know how many germs may be on this thing?” He teases.

“sorry…” You whisper.

He snorts. “No you’re not.”

His response pulls a small giggle from you.

“Hey,” He nudges you. “You’re not a burden. You hear me?” House looks into your eyes.

You nod your head.

“Good. Because if that was your takeaway of the conversation we need to teach you more on reading a room.” He tells you condescendingly. “Because I,” He emphasizes. “Don’t think of you as anything other than my kid.”

The way your eyes lit up at his words made House’s heart swell. If humans were actually made of stardust, House could’ve sworn all of your stardust was in your eyes. A moment of peace after what felt so intense.

Thankfully House didn’t see Wilson standing outside his office watching as, what he called, “House makes progress”.

[killuasskateboard]

Killua x reader !

10 days of being seatmates

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Day 1

The first day of the semester at Hunter School was always chaotic. Students filled the room with chatter and energy, all abuzz with excitement over new classes and new challenges.

Killua Zoldyck sat lazily at his desk near the window, his silver hair catching the sunlight. Next to him was his best friend, Gon, the only person who made the craziness bearable.

"Alright, brats, listen up!" Biscuit Krueger, their petite but terrifyingly strong teacher, clapped her hands, demanding attention. "We’re doing seat arrangements today! This year, I’ve decided to mix things up."

Killua leaned back in his chair, his usual smirk in place. "Whatever. As long as I’m next to Gon, I’m good."

But his smugness quickly faded when Biscuit announced, "Killua Zoldyck, you’re sitting with y/n!"

"What?!" Killua shot up, glaring at Biscuit. "Why do I have to sit next to her? Gon and I—"

"No arguing," Biscuit cut him off with a sharp glare. "This is for your own good."

'that old hag...' killua cursed under his breath looking annoyed.

Grumbling, Killua slumped into his new seat. You looked over at him, smiling nervously. "Hi, Killua."

He didn’t bother looking at you. "Whatever."

Later, during class, you asked, "Killua, can I borrow a pencil? I forgot mine."

He groaned dramatically, digging through his bag. "Seriously? Why do I have to sit with someone so unprepared? Here." He shoved the pencil toward you without even looking.

"Uhh thanks?" You spoke, laughing awkwardly.

Day 2

The second day started with a similar attitude from Killua. He barely acknowledged your presence and spent most of his time whispering to Gon across the room. 

You decided to leave him be, but during a group exercise, you had no choice but to talk to him.

"Killua, we need to finish this together," you said, holding out the worksheet Biscuit had assigned.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just don’t slow me down."

Despite his grumbling, you noticed he was actually pretty smart. 

By the end of the exercise, the two of you had finished first.

Day 3

Killua’s complaints continued, though slightly less frequent. During lunch, you surprised him by offering a homemade snack.

"Here," you said, placing the small bento on his desk. "I made too much, so you can have some."

He stared at it suspiciously. "What’s your angle?"

"No angle," you replied. "Just being nice."

He hesitated but eventually took a bite. 

His eyes widened slightly. "This… isn’t bad."

You smiled. "Thanks, I guess?"

Day 4

By the fourth day, Killua had stopped actively ignoring you.

He still complained, but it seemed less genuine. During a particularly boring lecture, you doodled a small cartoon of him looking grumpy and showed it to him.

"Is that supposed to be me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, grinning. "Yeah. See? I even got your signature pout."

He tried not to laugh but failed, a small chuckle escaping him. "Okay, that’s pretty good."

Day 5

Killua found himself noticing little things about you—how you always came prepared with notes, how you helped other students who were struggling, and how your laugh was… oddly nice.

When you asked him for help during a sparring exercise, he didn’t complain as much as usual. "Fine. Just don’t blame me if you can’t keep up."

Day 6

By now, Killua had stopped complaining altogether. Instead, he found himself initiating conversations with you.

"Hey," he said during a break, "how do you always stay so calm during Biscuit’s training? She’s terrifying."

You laughed. "I guess I’m just used to it. What about you? You’re supposed to be this amazing assassin, right?"

He smirked. "I am amazing. Just… not a fan of authority."

Day 7

Killua started waiting for you outside class, though he pretended it was a coincidence.

"Wow, you’re early," you said when you saw him.

"Yeah, well, I just didn’t want to listen to Gon talk about bugs again," he lied.

You laughed, and he felt his chest tighten in a way that confused him.

Day 8

Killua realized he was looking forward to seeing you every day. During lunch, he offered you some of his food, surprising both of you.

"Here," he said, shoving a snack in your direction. "You always share with me, so… whatever."

"Thanks, Killua," you said, your smile making his cheeks feel warm.

Day 9

He couldn’t deny it anymore—he liked being around you. During class, he found himself watching you more than paying attention to Biscuit’s lecture.

When you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, his ears turning red.

Day 10

Killua finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for you. When you smiled at him that day, thanking him for lending you his eraser, he felt something shift in his chest.

"Hey," he said after class, stopping you in the hallway.

"Yeah?"

He hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "I… uh, never mind."

You tilted your head. "Killua?"

He sighed. "Forget it. I’ll tell you later."

But deep down, he knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer.

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This was in my drafts hehe , im sorry if there are grammar mistakes and all, thank you for reading! :)

Have a good day/night !!

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[pinkanonwrites]

It’s You I Like

Vash/Reader, songfic, 1500+ words I don’t normally write Isekai stuff for Vash but this was too good an opportunity to pass up, and I ended up liking it a lot so maybe I’ll do more little drabbles with this specific isekai!reader

"Well, at least we managed to stock up on everything before we left."

“...”

“You said the next town was, what? About forty iles? Doubt we’ll make that tonight, but it’s not too bad considering.”

“...”

“So I can set up the sleeping bags if you want to get a fire going, how ‘bout that Vash? …Vash?”

“...Hm? Oh. Oh! Y-Yeah, no problem… Here, here’s this.” Even though Vash responded to you, his gaze hadn’t yet left the direction the two of you had just come from as his bag thumped into the sand next to you. Or rather, not so much came from as fled from. You were just about to make yourselves comfortable at the local inn for the evening when someone managed to recognize your red-coated traveling companion, and it wasn’t long before the entire town was hot on your tail. Miraculously, somehow, the two of you managed to escape the hailstorm of bullets completely unscathed and with all your meager travel gear intact, but now you found yourself far past the outskirts of the town and left to your own devices in the barren wasteland.

Not like you had any room to complain though. Considering your sudden and unorthodox appearance in one of your favorite series, you'd much rather cling to the familiar presence of Vash the Stampede than risk your luck bumming around any other town on this desolate rock. How fortunate were you to not only find the spiky protagonist, but also to have him listen to and believe your wildly unbelievable tale of woe. Mentioning the SEEDS ships helped, you supposed. Now wherever Vash went you had no choice but to follow.

Again, though. Definitely not a complaint.

Vash was still quiet as the two of you cobbled together your camping site at the base of a large outcropping rock. There was a small smile on his face, framed by the fire's amber glow. But even without having read the manga and watched the anime you could tell it wasn't a real one. It didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You were probably looking forward to an actual bed tonight, huh?" He joked, gaze never leaving the small fire. "Welcome to the life of an outlaw! I assure you, it's always this glamorous."

"It's no big deal! Camping's not bad either, at least when you have the sleeping bags."

He didn't look convinced by your words, but he nodded anyway, an uncomfortable silence falling between the two of you. You kicked your boots off and pulled your knees to your chest on top of your sleeping bag, watching the fire crackle.

"...Is it hard?"

"Hm?" When you glanced over to Vash he was finally looking your way, elbow propped up on his knee and his cheek resting in his palm. Despite the casual pose there was a melancholy behind his eyes, a deep remorse. "Is what?"

"Running around like this. I doubt you're used to it."

"It's… Well I won't lie to you, it isn't easy." Vash barked out a laugh at your brutally honest response. You pushed forward, unabated. "But honestly? I'm probably safer with you than I am anywhere else on this planet. I don't know any people, any places… The only thing I really know is you." A prickling heat began to crawl up the back of your neck at your openness, and you rested the side of your head down on your knees as if it would deter the sudden fluster. "I'm really lucky you found me."

That seemed to catch Vash off-guard, as he began to awkwardly fiddle with his cybernetic hand as his gaze flitted around. "That's, uh, I mean… you've got a pretty skewed idea of luck, I think. Heh…"

There was an awkwardness that fell in the next extended silence too, but it wasn't quite the same. It was a little softer around the edges, more vulnerable. Off to your side you could hear the soft clinking of Vash disassembling and cleaning his gun, bits and pieces placed carefully across his sleeping bag to make sure nothing was lost in the shuffle. As you stretched your legs out in front of you in a v-shape, you hummed softly to yourself as you watched the embers stir and crumble into the sand. 

"What song is that?" You glanced at Vash, biting back a chuckle at his furrowed expression, tongue peeking from his teeth as he stared down the empty chambers of his revolver with a cleaning pick and a look of intense focus.

"It's a children's song from home. It's from an old TV show, I think." You hummed the first line a little louder, just enough so Vash could hear the melody over the fire's crackle. You doubted he even knew what a "TV show" was, but he didn't seem too fazed by it.

"Do you like to sing?"

"I like it. I'm average, I think, but I always have fun when I'm singing." Out of the corner of your eye you could see Vash looking at you again. "Oh, absolutely not. Not gonna happen."

"Hey, I didn't even say anything!"

"You didn't have to! I could tell by your face! I'm not gonna sing, it's embarrassing."

"No it's not! Besides, you said you like it. And it's a song from Earth, too! I wanna hear it." He probably didn't even realize it, but he was flashing you those big, sad puppy-dog eyes that he didn't yet know you couldn't resist. You let out a small, irritated whine, hand finding the back of your neck and resting on the flushed skin there as you drew your gaze back to the crackling fire.

"...Fine. Just this once. And don't… Don't say anything weird."

"You got it!" You could see him salute out of the corner of your eye, and couldn't help the quiet snort of laughter that came from you in response. Dork. The quiet click-clack of him beginning to reassemble his firearm returned, so now was as good a time as ever, you supposed.

"It's you, I like."

There was a sharp tink! of Vash fumbling part of the barrel and it clattering down into the remaining pile of gun parts, but you were far too self-conscious to glance over and gauge his expression.

"It's not the things you wear. It's not the way you do your hair, but it's you I like."

You could feel him staring, but you kept your eyes locked on the low, rolling flames.

"The way you are right now, the way down deep inside you. Not the things that hide you…"

Stretching your foot out just a bit, you tapped next to the pile of gun parts sorted neatly on his sleeping bag.

"...Not your toys, they're just beside you."

He chuckled, so quietly that he probably didn't expect you to hear it. But you did, and it made your face positively burn. 

"But it's you, I like. Every part of you. Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, whether old or new."

You couldn't ignore Vash's continuous shifting around any longer, flicking your gaze over to him. He'd turned himself completely to face you, cross-legged, chin perched in his palm, a look in his eyes so soft it made your heart feel like it was thundering right up against your ribcage. Your voice wavered for just a note, but you pushed forward.

"I hope that you remember, even when you're feeling blue."

Blue, so blue, his deep cyan eyes finding yours and not flitting away, watching you so gently, yet so intently. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn't find it in yourself to look away either.

"That it's you, I like. You yourself, it's you…"

He seemed to lean in at your every word, like a sailor to a siren. You hardly found your singing to be enough to hypnotize like mermaids in old fairy tales, and yet here he was.

"It's you, I like."

With your song ended, the silence that stretched between you was only interspersed by the soft crackle of the fire. A sharp humiliation suddenly rushed through you, face burning hot at your own vulnerability. Seeming to blink his way out of a trance, Vash began to speak.

"That was-"

"GOODNIGHT VASH!" You yelped, quickly rolling over and burying yourself in your sleeping bag facing away from him, the edge of the fabric pulled all the way up to your nose. He didn't push, letting you curl up and wallow in your own embarrassment, the clicking of his continued gun reassembly peppering the background silence.

And then he began to hum. Quietly, carefully, he felt out the unfamiliar melody.

"It's you, I like."

You could hear the smile in his voice.

"It's not the things you wear."

Warmth blossomed in the pit of your chest, curling up around your heart and settling fluffy and light. He was a good singer as well, his lack of familiarity with the song the only thing slowing him down. But he continued, metal bits and parts snapping together under careful hands as he sang your song.

"It's not the way you do your hair…"

Eyelids dipping heavily, you let them slide shut, Vash's voice filling the empty wasteland and pooling low and sweet in your tired mind.

As sleep began to fog at the corners of your mind, you were completely oblivious to Vash's fond gaze upon your bundled-up form as you began to drift into unconsciousness.

"...but it's you, I like."

[nightbutterfly09]

Am I doing the wrong thing?

hii so the next part is officially out. I hope you'll enjoy.

Warning: Vulgar language = SWEARING

If you aren't comfortable, don't proceed

part 3

The “date” between yourself and the prodigy went better than expected. He sucked at racing games but you obliterated him in those. Although you have to say, he is great at winning plushies from the machines. Plus naturally, he is the king of the soccer games. Still if you count all his and your losses, he lost more.

It was an hour or so after lunchtime so you excused yourself to your mother and explained how you want to stay longer, which she went along with, ‘If Sae-kun drives you home safely.’ On the car ride back home you felt exhausted and your eyelids seemed to lower by the minute.

“We’re here” said an awkward voice. You felt a big hand on top of your head slightly stoking you. Saying goodbye to the comfortable position you were in you sat up.

Realisation struck you. You fell asleep on Sae’s shoulder as he drove you home. It was his hand on your head. “I-I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to-” “That’s fine, we are playing the dating game right now, so it’s alright.” He grinned.

Your father sat in front of Sae with a stern look on his face. You were helping your mother out with preparing the things for the meal. “So you want my daughter?” Sae gulped and nodded. “Yes sir.” He was nervous, like an anvil dropped on his chest. “Why do you like her?”

“Because she is beautiful, talented. While she is mostly impatient and likes to complain she will still make the most out of herself. She is diligent regardless of her complaints. She likes unique things and she’s different from the other women who've liked me.”

He spoke without a falter in his words. It was so honest and genuine. You couldn't help but wonder whether he meant that or those were words he rehearsed. “Stop eavesdropping and wash these utensils.” Your mother smacked your head lightly.

“Is that all?” Sae looked away. Your father leaned on the table staring at Sae. “She’s…” See looked up, into his eyes. “I want her to be mine forever.” He seriously hoped you didn’t hear any of that but especially this last confession. He didn’t say it loudly but it was filled with certainty.

The father’s eyes widened a little. If his eyebrows would’ve been capable of rising to his hairline they would’ve. “You plan to marry her?” “Yes sir.”

Were you going too fast? You just met not long ago and now he feels all these emotions. He feels his face get red whenever you say something heartwarming to him. Whenever Rin says something about you his attention splits from whatever he was doing and focuses on his little brother’s words. Even if he seemingly hated him, he still tried talking to him once a day.

Regardless, one thing he was positive about, was that you made him feel emotions he's never experienced before.

At lunch your father stayed quiet, almost ignoring Sae deliberately. You were seated next to your “boyfriend”. “You should eat this, it’s my favourite.” You giggled as you put some of the food on his plate. “Y/N, don’t feed him everything, he’s an athlete” Your mother coed. “It’s fine, I’ll just go on a severe diet when I go back to Spain.” He grinned with a smirk. HE did ruffle your hair up a little which earned him a soft glare in return.

“How do you plan on handling your relationship when you’re overseas?” Your father glanced at him, taking in a spoonful of soup. “Long-distance..probably but if she is ready, she can move in with me.” he looked devoted as he said that. This small moment made your heart skip a beat. ‘I think I’ll have to visit a cardiologist later, this is getting out of hand.'

The air froze around you two. Your heart was beating at a different pace, Sae was trying to suppress his blush spreading on his face. Your parents though, they had an unreadable expression.

After saying bye and after you walked him out the man drove off.

Sae was halfway to his house when he got a phone call. Seeing as it was his manager he picked up. “What do you want?” “Sae! You have an ongoing dating scandal, you haven’t heard??” “I do? Already?” "What do you even mean?” His manager sighed and got to the point in another three minutes. “I assigned two interviews, they will ask about the girl but nothing terrible.” “All you have to do is disagree with them, and tell them the truth that there isn't anyone.”

“Actually, there is someone.” his manager visibly froze. He knew from the way he didn't hear any breaths or exclamations. He was sure that whatever the older was doing was left astray right there on the spot.

“What?” he finally mustered some curage to ask. “I have a girlfriend, well, fake girlfriend for now.. but she is different..” he gulped down all his pride. He’s been doing that a lot with yoi and your family. It was quite funny actually. The Itoshi Sae would bow down to you and them if it came to it.

“So you really were on a date? With that girl? At the arcade?? It wasn't just her forcing you?!? You took out a human being?!?” Okay now that was mean. Sae couldn't help but get irked at his last comment. He scoffed. “So what do you want to do about it?” He sighed and took a sharp turn into his street. He decided to step on the gas pedal. He couldn't wait to get home.

The manager sighed. “You know what, go do what you want. I don't actually mind you admitting a girlfriend. But do talk to her about it! The media will be happy too to know you actually feel human love.” “Seriously, do you think I’m some robot or what?”

The manager let out a soft chuckle. Without any further words he hung up. Sae got pit of the car and headed inside his building. The last message he received was his manager texting him the time for the interviews. That dumbass put in two just to get on his nerves.

Previous parts:

-> part 1

-> part 2

-> part 3 (HERE)

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

"the vampires convene under the light of the full moon, raising their arms to the sky; they refer to each other as "brothers" and talk very formally; they occasionally all chant "blood! blood!" in unison; and of course they all carry matching shovels which they use to dig up the body."

This is so funny I would think it's a scene from WWDITS.

And the part with one (1) vampire among the evil cult groaning during the entire raising process is potential for comedy gold scene.

Imagine them all in black cloaks going "Thy time has arrived, brother!" and lifting their arms chanting "blood blood". Meanwhile Varney keeps going "Why am I even needed here" "Can't Satan or whoever just raise the dead himself if he needs us so badly" "I mean I myself rose without a vampire chanting so?" "I have better things to do such as languishing" "Is he rising yet?" While one of them whispers to the next, arms still lifted, why do we have him come for evil rituals he always ruins the vibe.

oh that's basically exactly what happens. the following is a direct quote from the text:

"Brothers," he said, "you who prey upon human nature by the law of your being, we have work to do to-night -- that work which we never leave undone, and which we dare not neglect when we know that it is to do. One of our fraternity lies here." "Yes," said the others, with the exception of one, and he spoke passionately. "Why," he said, "when there were enough, and more than enough, to do the work, summon me?"

over the course of the scene, varney proceeds to make the following complaints:

he was busy -- he's hungry, he was out getting food, why'd they have to interrupt him like this

"I was engaged in my vocation. If the moon shine out in all her lustre again, you will see that I am wan and wasted, and have need of--" "Blood," said one. "Blood, blood, blood," repeated the others.

he doesn't have time for this, can we hurry it up please

"Let the work be proceeded with then, at once, I have no time to spare."

who even was this guy we're digging up

"Let it be done with. Where lies the vampyre? Who was he?"

this guy sounds like an asshole. fine, i'll help dig him up, but he can climb out of the grave his own damn self, i'm not helping him

"Shall we aid him." "No," said Varney, "I have heard that of him which shall not induce me to lift hand or voice in his behalf. Let him fly, shrieking like a frightened ghost where he lists."

wow he's taking a while. did we even dig up the right guy?

A quarter of an hour, however, passed away, and nothing happened. "Are you certain he is one of us?" whispered Varney.

are we done yet??

"Is it done?" said Varney. "Not yet," said he who had summoned the[m] to the fearful rite[...]

he goes through the whole scene with the approximate air of someone who's been summoned to a mandatory work meeting on his lunch hour. the other vampires treat the whole scene with grave (haha) importance and mostly ignore his constant complaining. funniest of all, they seem to view him with some reverence, as he's apparently well known and well respected in the vampire community for having lived a really long time (if the line of background he drops in this scene is to be believed, he goes back as far as the 14th century!)

and then as soon as the scene is over, we return to the main plot as though nothing had happened, which at this point in the story consists of three different parties of scooby-doo villains (including varney) all trying to outscheme each other at once, complete with silly disguises and attempts to scare people by dressing up as a monster. the vampire council is never mentioned again and are never relevant to anything else that happens.

book of all time.