#i analysed a few shows already

[malachitezmeyka]

Okay as fun as this rewatch is I think I'm gonna stop for tonight because I'm tired, have a slight headache and also haven't eaten in eight hours

I've only made it through 20 minutes of episode 1, send help

[lexcys]

★ crimson tension rafe cameron x reader

summary: who knew rafe getting beat up and being vulnerable would end up giving him what he needed most - comfort

warnings: blood, wound description

a/n: ughh this took so long to write but it was worth it cuz I made myself giggle and kick my feet a few times. maybe this is a little cliche but I’m a sucker for these so sorry not sorry

loud music blasted over the speakers, laughter and unfamiliar voices rang around the manor, people spilled out from every room, clutching red plastic cups. the air was thick with the smell of beer and something sweet mixed with a faint undertone of sweat, the wide open doors leading to the cameron garden offered little relief, serving more as a passage to the outdoors than a true escape from the stifling atmosphere of tannyhill

the kitchen was a maze of half-empty bottles, red solo cups, and a few glasses perched on the edge of every counter. it was hard to believe none had shattered, considering the steady flow of people jostling past each other

right as you are about to take yet another shot you hear some barely audible shouting

curiosity overtaking your body faster than your mind and your legs start moving on their own accord, shot getting lost on the counter. making your way through the crowd but merely getting to the hallway as a mass of people block off the way and view to the living room, you hear a loud voice that undoubtedly belongs to rafe

whispers and 'oohs' pass through the crowd, before you notice rafe pushing past people with practiced ease, not bothering to acknowledge anyone as he moves forward. his focus unwavering, his movements deliberate as he makes his way toward you, a destination in mind

you catch a glimpse of the huge gash right above his eybrow - your eyes widen and you move towards him

after seeing his look and eyes you realize why he doesn’t react to you calling out his name - whatever substance he had taken prior was showing on his face, the haze clouding his expression, a disheveled look, glassy eyes with dilated pupils, fluoride stare as well as furrowed brows were noticeable as he brushes right past you

you glance around the room and the absence of attention on rafe doesn’t go unnoticed. you realise whoever had been on the other end of his rage must look worse - a chill runs down your spine imagining the ugly sight

being sarahs friends, tannyhill was not a foreign place for you so you knew where he was headed as he moved up the stairs

you hesitate but decide to follow him, once you’ve reached his room you rethink whether or not to knock, uncertainty creeping in but the worry gnaws at you too strongly - after calling out to him and getting no answer you enter the dimly lit room

the music dampens as you close his door. you pay no attention to his room, a already familiar space, your eyes immediately noticing him right ahead

the weight of the silence between you both grows heavier as you step closer, torn between reaching out and giving him space

he’s standing on his balcony, slumped onto the railing all though theres so much tension present in his shoulders that you can see it from a few meters away. his eyes are fixed on the ocean, the smoke lingering in the air making it evident that there was a cigarette resting between his fingers

he merely spares you a glance when you say his name again, turning around without muttering a single word

carefully you make your way toward him, situating yourself onto his right in complete silence, taking in the scene before you - the music has gotten louder and you look down at the people dancing below you, they payed absolutely no mind to rafe above them and in comparison to the loud laughs and voices the ocean before you was calm - the steady motion of the water, the endless horizon, seeming to soothe him

analysing his face you conclude that whatever fight had just occured - it was a heavy one - rafe had a busted lip, bruised knuckles, a bruise was already forming on his nose and the eybrow gash that was bleeding rather harshly. your face twists imagining how much his head must be throbbing

right now was not the time - but you also couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he has never looked hotter

the moonlight hit his face just right, highlighting his tired eyes, making the blood adorning his face less unsettling, cigarette held between blood covered fingers, his knuckles bruised and bleeding, yet there’s something almost striking about the way his hands look, the way they’re still so perfectly shaped, even in their damaged state - his pain and his beauty so closely intertwined. even in this state, even with blood streaked across his face, there’s something undeniably captivating about him.

quickly pushing those thoughts aside you catch rafe looking at you for a second with a seemingly emotionless look, tension still present in his eybrows

you know he probably wanted to be left alone, his body language said it all. the desire to comfort him tugs at you, wanting to step forward and reach out, to brush your fingers along his jaw, to caress the sharpness of his stern yet tender face

''why are you here?'', he bites in a monotone tone, ripping you out of your thoughts

you clear your throat, ''I just wanted to see if you’re alright... maybe help you,” you say, the words feel awkward, out of place, like you’re intruding

his eyes snap to you, and for a moment, there’s a flicker of something sharp, almost like a reflex. then, it morphs into a cold, bitter look of disgust. “I don’t need any help,” he mutters

''rafe you’re bleeding - badly'', you utter throwing a glance toward the gash which, even in bad lightning, was clearly deeper than he realized as it had oozed so much blood that it had almost covered the right side of his face. ''I just-'' you falter before sighing, ''I didn’t know what happened and I was concerned''

you weren’t entirely sure why you were confessing your concern - it wasn’t exactly something that came naturally with rafe cameron. the alcohol in your system seemed to loosen the edge

seemingly bother by you answer, not even sparing you a look he replies, ''I don’t need your pity, run back to sarah or something'' he motions you away with his hand

you bite your lip, clearly fighting a mental battle whether or not to leave him alone. you notice his hands shaking, not sure whether it was from anger pain or something else

slightly tipsy you gather the courage to ask once again, pushing his annoyance aside because you so desperately want to help him, feeling your heart hurt seeing him like this

you try one last time, ''your hands are shaking, you sure you can patch yourslef up? I really just wanna help you rafe. but if you really want me to go say it - then Ill leave'', finishing you realize how pathetic you sounded, internally cringing but hoping it would convince him and make him see that you really did care about him

silence

rafe looks at you quickly noticing your concerned face filled with worry, even though his look was quick you notice that it changed, something changed, but before you can even get close to figuring out what he turns back around and takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling up in the cool air, his gaze fixed straight ahead, not meeting yours again

he exhales slowly, the smoke drifting up in a haze, but the tension in the air thickens instead of easing

defeated, you turn away, the weight of the silence too much to bear. you don’t say anything, no last attempt to reach him

suddenly you hear a quiet ''wait'' from rafe, so faint it wouldn’t have been audible if you had taken two more steps

you turn your head around quickly, trying to figure out if he really just said that but when you catch him putting out his cigarette into the ashtray you realise that he did

he turns around as you take a few steps towards him. his face barely visible from his dark room - only illuminated lightly by the moonlight and the soft glow from the party below - holds a stern and tense look, his jaw clenched with tension, vulnerability present in his eyes

rafe still hasn’t said another word but you’re easily able to read his expression and figure out what he wants you to do

relief washing over you you exhale a big breath, ''okay where’s the med kit?''

''bathroom'', is the only thing he says, voice low, eyes still focused on you - unwavering

you turn around and step into the bathroom, the small space a contrast to the size of his bedroom. quickly you begin searching the cabinets, your mind already running through the steps you’d need to take. already thinking about where would be the best place to clean and dress his wound, somewhere where he can sit down, somewhere you can work without too much trouble - before finding the med kit under his sink

a subtle warmth creeps up your neck, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. you turn around noticing him standing in the doorway, leaning against the door - watching you with those empty yet pleading eyes before his gaze flickers over to the mirror - he’s lost in his reflection for a moment, studying himself

rafe stands there for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. then, with a quiet click, he closes the door behind him, fully stepping into the bathroom. the music muffles and the air between you tightens. you swallow, heart racing - you try to focus on the medkit in your hands. he moves past you slowly, sitting down on the toilet lid

right now, in the bright light of the bathroom, you’re finally able to see the full extent of his wounds as he holds his head up, avoiding your gaze. examining his wounds you settle on tending to his eyebrow first

you can tell that he’s not ready to talk about the fight or whatever happened. the air is heavy and something in his silence tells you not to push. so, you don’t, you stay quiet. setting the med kit down on the counter searching for the right tools, you feel suffocated by the silence, so awfully aware of every, rigid and nervous, breath you took

ready you turn back to rafe whose gaze is set onto the ground, still lost in thought - you try to clear your throat to catch his attention, to notify him that you’re ready and willing to tend to his wounds

he looks at you with a look, a look so vulnerable and hurt that it pulled at your heart. whatever he was just thinking must’ve hit him hard - the weight of it is there, written across his face, and you feel it in your chest. rafe’s eyes still carry that glassy, fluorid stare, as if he's still not fully aware of everything around him, making you wonder if he even realizes how much he’s letting slip

you figure that however you were to approach this - it would be awkward either way

you looked at him with a nervous look, alcohol-soaked cotton pad in hand - standing right in front of him, you hesitated as your eyes met his. he lifts his head a little farther up for you to get better access to his wounds. rafe is leaning forward, legs spread with his forearms resting on his knees, crossing his hands slightly in front of him infront - still at an awkward length until he fully uncrosses his hands, resting them on his knees. you waited, unsure if you’re allowed to enter the space, looking for a look of approval in his distant eyes. he nods - the faintest movement of his head, barely visible

his eyes carry a look that’s hard to read, an expression that makes you wonder if there’s a storm raging inside his mind or if he’s drifting into an unsettling emptiness

settling in between his knees - still trying to keep some sort of distance, unsure what was or wasn’t crossing the line, you bring the cotton pad up to his face. you gently start cleaning off the, mostly already, dried blood before moving on to his gash. the second it hits his skin again his eyes - which have been avoiding yours from the second he nodded - close, his jaw clenching pain evident although he tried not to show it, putting up some sort of barrier to, even in this vulnerable state, seem unbothered - strong

while cleaning you notice his hands, resting on his knees, and fingers lightly grazing against the fabric of your shorts, the lightest of touches—almost like a subconscious gesture. it’s a small movement, barely noticeable, but the tension it creates fills the space between you

you focus on your task, but it’s harder now, your hand faltering slightly with each light graze of his fingers

the delicate movement of his fingers almost like a distraction from the physical discomfort he’s trying to hide so well. it makes you wonder if he’s trying to ground himself, or if he’s just too lost in the moment to notice what he’s doing

after cleaning everything off in the best way you could you apply some zip stitches to at least momentarily close the wound. his breath hitches as you press the last stitch into place, but he doesn’t move or make a sound, the mask of stoic restraint still firmly in place

you couldn’t figure out if rafe was actually aware that he was pulling you closer to himself

by the time you were ready to clean his lip the distance between you was so minimal that you could barely clean it properly. the closeness making every slight movement feel amplified now, the soft brush of his breath, the faint tension in his jaw, the way his eyes flicker between avoiding yours and briefly meeting your gaze

you gently press the cotton to his lip, your fingers grazing his skin in the process. the way his gaze flicks up to meet yours for a split second makes your heart skip, throwing off your rhythm.

you hesitate for a moment, your heart racing in the silence between you. the closeness is overwhelming, and you know you need to steady yourself, to find a way to regain control. your fingers tremble slightly as you lift your hand, almost instinctively, and you gently place it on the side of his face. the warmth of his skin is a shock, he lets out a soft exhale which you wouldn’t have noticed if you werent holding his face with your hand - but he doesn’t pull away.

you angle his face just enough to get a better view, but the movement feels more like an anchor for yourself, the subtle pressure of your hand on his skin keeps you tethered, even as the air between you thickens with something unsaid

you press the pad to his lip slowly, careful and deliberate, but your fingers linger on his skin longer than necessary, your thumb lightly brushing the edge of his jaw. his breath brushes against you, warm and shallow

it’s hard to focus with the way his gaze lingers on you, the way your hand feels on his face

his lips part quickly as you tend his wound - the area lightly swollen, thankfully not comparable to his eyebrow gash

you finish tending to his face, placing a last small plaster, hurting at the loss of contact. you take a look back and admire your work and him. the quiet stillness between you both feels oddly heavy, but the comfort of knowing he’s patched up - protected for now - settles in

you dread saying the words a loud, not wanting to lose this moment, not wanting to end it - not sure what it even was

''done''

the hands behind you tighten their grip, slowly pulling you even closer, eliminating the space between you. your body freezes for a second - caught off guard. his head reasts on your upper body, sending a wave of warmth through you, and for a moment, you're aware of every breath, every beat of your heart

his breath is steady, slow, but there’s an unmistakable force in the way he holds you, a quiet urgency that makes your mind go blank

his grip, though firm, isn't forceful - more like an unspoken invitation, urging you, pleading you, to stay within the space he's created. he held on with such a purpose - it made it seem like you would evaporate the second he let go

you place one hand gently in his hair, testing the waters, seeing if he'd be comfortable with you running your fingers through it. the other one rests on his back

rafe flinches when you tryto pull him closer, putting pressure on his back

you let the moment linger for a few seconds more before speaking up, breaking the comforting silence which rested between you, ''rafe let me see your back''

he pulls back and looks at you for a second, his look completely unreadable. this time he complied. he stands up with a slow, deliberate motion and turns around. he lifts his shirt as far up as he could, pain clearly holding him back. gently taking hold of the shirt from his hand, you ease the fabric upward, careful to avoid causing him any more pain as you lift it higher

his back is painted with all sorts of colours - some bruises worse than others. you flinch at the sight, although you’re a little relieved to see no cuts

seeing there is nothing you can do you let his shirt fall back down, very carefully smoothing it on his back - hoping to provide some comfort with the soft touch

as you move next to him to rest a hand on his bicep, you ask him with a hushed voice, ''can I get you a new shirt'', meeting his gaze, ''yours is full of blood''

fully aware that the line that was not to be crossed has now become blurred

rafe nodded

you leave his side, moving to his drawer - your fingers fumble slightly as you sift through the clothes, searching for a shirt. you pick out a loose one, one that would not press against his back too much or that would be a struggle to put on

he now sat on his bed, patiently waiting for you, watching you

you turn back to him, seeing his eyes, his expression. a storm of thoughts no longer visible, only exhaustion

''is this one okay?'' you questioned. he nodded before clearing his throat and lowering his gaze, ''can you help me put it on'', clearly exhausted

you pull hisshirt up slowly, carefully and for a moment you’re stunned, staring in silence. the sight that greets you is just as shocking as it is heartbreaking - his chest is as bruised as his back

rafe is clearly avoiding your eyes, looking to his left with a tense jaw

without saying another word you pull the other shirt over his head, standing before him, ''are you gonna go back down?''

he replies with a shake of his head, ''no''

you quietly stars at him for a few seconds more, debating how to continue then letting your legs carry you towards the bathroom to clean up. but just as you turn to leave, you feel his hand snap out, gripping your wrist with a force that sent a jolt through your body. the touch was immediate, urgent, as though he couldn’t let you go. but then, as quickly as it had come, his grip softened, the tension draining away as he loosened his hold

your eyes flicker back to him

“stay”

[affableramen]

them apologising for calling you bad names

hurt/comfort, established relationships

(Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Capitano, Alhaitham, Dottore, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

Pantalone

You avoid him for the rest of the day but eventually in the bed time Pantalone meets you. He enters the bedroom with a grave expression in his eyes, eyeing you sit there on the bed with a book in your hands. Distracting, he thinks, she is distracting herself. 

“You know I didn't utter those words seriously”, Pantalone says, omitting the usual ‘darling’ on his lips. You roll your eyes and shake your head dismissively, showing him apparent unwillingness to chat over the issue any longer.

“Say”, Pantalone leans to the door, his fingers, at this moment of time, bare, scratching the roof edges of his antiquated mansion wall, “Are you deeply offended by my comment? It is but something… trivial.” Seeing no reaction from you Pantalone slowly makes his way to the bed and sits down, his body making an impact to the mattress, that being gently pressed on.

“I should have held my tongue.”

“Your tongue is poisonous”, you say abruptly. Upon hearing this, Pantalone reaches his hand to your hand and takes it in his. 

“Hear me out… Please, darling, I would never honestly speak so ill-mannered of you. It was out of stress. You are not… pathetic. Never have been.”

“Mhm. How about ‘brat’? How about ‘loving me only because I provide for the family?’” 

Pantalone closes his eyes and shakes his head. You can see how his own words inflicted upon you sting. 

“Nonsense! Not a single word I spoke then was truthful.”

“Pantalone, if I ever made you doubt my affections, please do let me know.”

You abruptly put your book on the bedside table and switch the lights off. 

Wriothesley

“Why do you keep insisting on these things? You think I don’t know them?”

“I think you’re simply less educated than me. You should understand, Y/N that in some aspects you may be less intelligent. Stupid even.”

“Less intelligent! Stupid!” 

Wriothesley covers his face and bites his own lip when he realises what unruly language he just used. 

“I didn't mean that-”

“That I’m stupid?” Your patience blows up and you decisively start strutting to the exit door of his office.

“I didn't mean to sound that harshly!” Desperately Wriothesley follows; but to no avail. You already shut your door before his nose.

A few hours after Wriothesley finds you in your two’s favourite café, of course it would be the place where you’d go to reflect on your irritation. 

“Here, your favourites”, he puts the bouquet of vivid red flowers on top of the coffee table, next to your hand, and does it with such carefulness of behaviour you would least expect from him.

You look at him, facing Wriothesley’s eyes at last and as if having your thoughts read the duke says with regret:

“And sorry.”

You take a look at the flowers, your fingers caressing the petals.

“Okay”, you respond quietly. Wriothesley receives approval from you and takes a seat, his attitude nothing but amiable, a far cry from his roughness in the morning.

Neuvillette

“I told you that some matters I unfortunately, willing or not, have to solve on my own. There is no place for you in some of my business, because you’re just one weak-” Neuvillette holds his tongue, realising how personally offensive the words he said sounded. How villainous he suddenly appeared before you.

“Human? Yeah, I know. But me being human doesn't mean I can’t think and analyse, and there’s no way I’d approve the responsibility you’re about to take on yourself. I strictly dissgree.”

“Strictly disagree?” Neuvillette does not believe his ears, for you had always been a quiet amd obedient one, quite agreeable and supportive of his opinions. Yet this time you could not stay silent, seeing how your precious husband puts himself in danger for the hundredth time.

“You are to not take on that mission, are we clear, Neuvillette? And I am not weak, neither am I dumb or uninformed.”

In awe, Neuvillette stands there, looking at you. At last he takes one careful step closer, his hand in his hair, pulling it back as he’s thinking on something with raw intensity.

“If my wife is ready to convince me so much to not do something, if she finds my impulses false, then I will do my best to refrain. Knowing how worried you might be for me, perhaps it would be wise to reject the mission first and utmost.”

You nod, your face grave, uninterested as you turn away from him and walk out of his office. Only then Neuvillette stops you, his wrist tightly on yours. 

“Please, beloved, if you could forgive me for my poor choice of words and underestimating your judgment.”

“It doesn't happen first time, Neuvillette, for being a dragon sovereign makes you incredibly stiff to perceiving others’ opinions. But I’m glad if you do truly believe me now.”

“I do. Please, don't stay furious and frustrated for long.” 

You finally smile, forgiving your dragon husband as you make haste to leave the court, otherwise dramatic Fontainian society that loves gossiping and tragedy so much, will turn your little banter into a lavish scandal.

Tartaglia

“Peanut, I just said that you can’t fight as hard as I do, I didn't mean it in a bad way.”

“Of course, Ajax. You meant it in the way ‘I’m the coolest, and you are inferior’.”

“No, no, no. It’s a misunderstanding! Hear me out, babygirl…” Tartaglia gently grips the both of your shoulders and stares intimately into your eyes.

“I just wanted… You know, I just meant…” he blushes crazily and his expression radiates sheer embarrassment as he tries to seek excuse to explain himself. “I, uhh… Consider myself a great fighter, and you are exceptionally good, too…”

“Exceptionally good?” 

“Absolutely exceptionally good, babygirl. But I am simply worried, okay? I’m scared”, he rubs your shoulders up and down, as if trying to comfort you, but in honesty it rather comforts himself. “I don’t want you hurt. So you better stay home. Training.”

“Training only, nice. I will never fight real enemies if I am constantly kept hostage in Fatui training camp.”

“You’re just… so fragile. You know what I mean?”

“Uhuh. The Eleventh considers me a weakling. Nice discovery, if you weren't my boyfriend”, you free yourself from his grasp and go about the narrow long corridor of headquarters. “I thought you would trust in me and my power a tiny bit more.”

Ajax follows you immediately, his steps agile and steady as his hand gently takes yours.

“You may come with me next time. But tomorrow, I want you safe. Okay? And please… I’d never call you weak… Never.”

“Mm…” you gently caress his gloved hand with your thumb, almost failing to see him in the dim light, but feeling his erratic breath caused by quick talking.

Capitano

“I can’t let you do this, woman. You are acting immature. You have always been a bit naïve, but this is where you should start obeying me”, Capitano says with a harsh, yet genteel aura around him.

“And my love for you, Capitano, is also naïve?”

At that moment Capitano drops his expressionless, emotionless act and looks at you with horrified glint in his eyes. He wants to comfort you, to apologise for his words but realises that was once said cannot be taken back. Oh how he wishes he would hold his tongue for a little while longer!

“I didn't mean that, woman. You know that I would never-”

He shuts his eyes for a second, a storm of overwhelming thoughts crosses his mind over and over while you are standing before him, patiently waiting for an answer and expecting your husband to provide you with a proper one.

“You are weak… no not weak; you are frail. You need protection. And I want to protect you, but I may not be able to do it in Natlan. Not when I am wounded myself.”

“Oh, believe me, Capitano, I can and will protect myself. And you know what, big guy? I don't even need your permission to come with you anymore. You will accept me, because I am your wife, and I will be by your side. Especially, when you are wounded.”

Capitano raises his hand to caress your cheek with his knuckles, light-weight.

“You are going to get yourself in trouble, love.”

“I know my limits, and I can clearly see that my husband needs me, even though he won't ever admit it.”

The raven-haired tall gracious man with impeccably sharp aura around him speaks with emotion:

“But if you get hurt, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

You stand on your tiptoes and cup his cheeks.

“Oh, Capitano, I will take care of myself just to spare you the trouble.”

Dottore

“You’re a dork, I don’t even have pity for your stupidity. You got this chemical burn deserved.”

“Said who? You’re the one treating it right now, Doctor”, you respond with a tiny smug smirk, watching how carefully and gently Dottore is working on your palm. The burn is not too big, but painful enough to prevent you from completing your tasks for today.

Dottore reveals his teeth, groaning at you, his self highly dissatisfied and frustrated. He smoothly applies a herbal-smelling ointment and covers your hand with tight bandages.

“I insist you staying home tomorrow. I will speak with Pierro and describe him the accident.”

“Surely you don't have to go to such lengths for me only, Dottore. You know, I could speak with the Jester myself.”

Dottore stabs the knife with which he had been cutting the bandages, into the desk.

“NO, he won’t even speak to you. He is very uneasy to find”, he lets out a long held sigh. “Besides, brat, I think I made it clear you need to rest at home.” He glares at you with his poisonous ruby eyes. “Primarily, in your bed.”

“If the doctor says so”, you shrug, too exhausted to argue and too grateful for his help to deny him of this small favour. “I do not mind staying in my bed for a little while.”

Once the treatment has come to an end, Dottore once again checks your hand; quickly, lightly, without a single unnecessary touch or glance. 

“Sorry for calling you a dork. I didn't mean it wholeheartedly”, he clears throat. “Though I still think your ass is highly careless.”

“I will work on it, hopefully my curiosity doesn't lead me to any other injuries”, you wave to him upon leaving the lab. “Can’t have my doctor worry too much.”

“Remember to look closer what you touch in my lab next time, silly creature.”

Dainsleif

“I think you’re forgetting how difficult it is to fight Abyss alone. I can’t believe you disobeyed me again and went seeking for abyssal hounds. This is infuriating, Y/N. I have never seen a woman act so stupidly and rashly before”, Dainsleif says roughly, through gritted teeth. His expression is grave and ominous.

“I feel strong desire to take your Vision away and lock you home until you learn to respect my rules.”

“Your ‘rules’?” You raise your eyebrow, looking at Dainsleif no less infuriated and frustrated than he is currently. “You think if you’re older than me, I have to act like your little puppet on strings who does everything that is ordered? Hell no, Dainsleif. We won’t have it this way.”

“FOOL!” He yells, his arm grabbing you tightly and pressing you against a wall. “You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have been hurt! You don’t know the thoughts running through my mind when I imagine you hurt; I want to burn the whole world for you.”

“Let me go, Dain. Please, this is uncalled for, you know that, right?” As you gently ask him Dainsleif slowly, but hesitantly releases your arm and takes a step back, closing his hands behind his back.

“I ask you once again to refrain from getting yourself harmed by the hand of Abyss.”

“Did you just call me a fool? I thought you were better than that.”

“For that ruthless language, I apologise. However I need your obedience when it comes to survival matters.”

Slowly, you walk over to look into Dainsleif’s eyes.

“I understand your tragedy wholeheartedly and I sincerely respect your wish to protect me, but you need to understand that my fighting skills are not low anymore, I can be efficient and agile.”

Dainsleif’s head hangs down, you see that he is contemplating something in the depth of his heart.

“I see”, his hand reaches out to you, even though he is not looking in your direction. Dainself intertwines his fingers with yours and speaks, much quieter and softer words:

“I’m sorry for calling you a fool. That was uncalled for”, his hand gives you a light but worried squeeze. “Just… be careful, Y/N.”

Alhaitham 

“You’re acting like a child. Your opinions are too dreamy, irrational and irrelevant”, Alhaitham speaks briefly as he opens his book and hides his sharp gaze somewhere in the middle of the paragraphs.

Having acknowledged his disregard to you with pain in your heart you throw your arms around and ask him with bright feeling which is contradicting his own manner of speaking.

“Speak about irrelevance! You are the embodiment of irrationality yourself, for guilting me into thinking that you actually care for me.”

Alhaitham stays still for a moment but a tense squeeze he gives the book in his fingers raises even more contradictory emotions between you. 

“I knew you are a difficult person to get intimately acquainted with, but your actions proved that you had at least a bit of attraction towards me. If not, then your choice of words and manner of speaking to personally me was too extreme. If not, and you are dreaded by the mere thought of me being intimately honest with you, spit it out. I don’t want you to play the romance where it no really belongs. I don’t want you to like me out of pity.”

“But I don’t”, Alhaitham finally closes the book and removes from his seat. “Your opinions and decisions make me question whether or not we are compatible enough.”

“That is because you are thinking too rationally.”

“And you are thinking too irrationally.”

“You were the one to touch my hand and hug me in a very personal way. And if I am not mistaken, you are the man who never touches anyone and is dreaded by a mere thought of being pulled out from your serenity.”

Alhaitham then shivers slightly, his body mannerisms betraying distress and frustration that is not by a long shot defined in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for calling you these words. These are bad words, I should not be disrespecting you so”, he looks away, giving his lip a strong bite whereas finally giving you a relief: “I always thought and I still think that you are a perfect companion for me, but our opinions are very unlike.”

“So you think two people cannot get accustomed to living with each other if they have different choice of words or thinking! Alhaitham, this is laughable.”

“The only laughable thing right now is that I desperately want to hug you”, without further hesitation he pulls you into his arms, an embrace filled with warmth and dedication, while his fingers gently stroke your back. “I apologise, my love.”

Baizhu

“You are being too nosy and impatient, sweetheart. I asked you to not ask me specifics of my contracts and yet here you are - interrogating me like some sort of criminal. I am feeling pressured and most frustrated!” He throws his arms around. “Darling, if you could give me some space, I would finish what I started with no further delay.”

“Am I violating your space by simply caring for your well-being? Baizhu, your contract has gone way too far; your help to people robs you of your own happiness, can you not see it?”

“I will be most contented if you simply leave me to finish my work. I would be happy if you simply encouraged me, but I’d be even more grateful if you stopped asking me so many questions.”

You know perfectly well what it’s like to sacrifice yourself for other people’s sake however you could not any longer bear seeing your love life being disrupted by Baizhu constantly feeling sick and suffering. You want nothing more than him to feel safe, secure and well, but instead this curious pharmacist only risks more and more his life in exchange of knowledge and improvement.

Though, Baizhu did recognise your words as a simple statement of care, he only admitted it in a few days. While you were helping him sort his things out in the pharmacy, Baizhu dropped his formal act and gently touched your hand.

“Darling?”

You stopped sorting at once when you heard what he declared:

“I’m sorry, I was so rude to you speaking about my health.”

You turn to face him and notice the sincerest apology in his snake eyes.

“I just wish you’d understand that my worry for you is not intended to make you uncomfortable or distressed.”

“I do understand it now. I will try my best to not bring you suffering from seeing me suffer. I cannot reject what I had started, but I will seek ways to heal both me and you from this torture.”

The gentle confession ends with Baizhu rubbing his thumb against the top of your hand. 

[stargirlygirl]

you smash zayne's car (on accident)

zayne x fem!reader

summary: coming home from a long day at work, you get into a minor car accident with your bf's audi

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, swearing, zayne being the best bf, 1.6k words

It happened in the blink of an eye. You were driving along the highway one moment, exhausted after a long day at the Association. Your music was blasting, and the other cars were well-behaved. Until suddenly, the car in front of you braked. Your tired brain didn’t react fast enough, and you skidded into them. The sickening crunch made you scream, your body jolting forward and back as your vehicle came to a stop.

You mumbled to yourself repeatedly, “Oh my God,” as you put the car in reverse and backed up a few inches. Slowly, you swerved to the resting bay on the side, the other car following suit. Your heart raced, and the blood rushed in your ears over the buzzing song. After grabbing your wallet, you exited Zayne’s now battered black Audi to check the hit.

And oh fuck—

The front panel was dislocated, the bonnet scrunched, and the headlights were scratched. The other driver came up beside you, a middle-aged man a few feet taller than you with a balding patch. Your hands trembled as you exchanged licenses and took photos of your damaged vehicles. You stumbled over your words, apologising before questioning why he had stopped so suddenly. A stray cat, he said. Bullshit. On this motorway? You don’t think so.

But it didn’t matter, you’ve got dash cam footage that will show if any ‘stray cat’ darted across the road. With a forced smile, you reassured him that you’d contact your insurance company tomorrow to lodge a claim.

Crouched down beside Zayne’s car, you had beaten the popped-off panel back into place beneath the headlights before driving off with a pit in your stomach. The ride home was filled with you chattering to yourself, trying to process what just happened and how you were going to explain it to your boyfriend.

“One day!” You shouted at yourself while pulling into the apartment’s underground parking. “He let you drive his car for one fucking day and you already smashed it?! Are you kidding me?!” You slumped over the wheel after parking, groaning to yourself about how reckless you were.

And now, you stand outside your shared apartment playing with your keys. They make a hell of a racket, but fiddling calms your nerves. Or at least, it attempts to.

Exhaling, you go to unlock the front door, but it swings open. In front of you stands your boyfriend, a microscopic frown on his face as he gazes down at you.

“Heyyy,” you laugh nervously. Internally, you’re groaning at yourself for already acting weird. He’s gonna know!

Zayne stares at you, analysing your dark under eyes paired with the frantic look you’re giving him. He steps aside and nods for you to come in. As you step past the threshold, you’re greeted with the wafting scent of jasmine.

He takes your handbag from you and helps you out of your coat, saying quietly, “Is everything okay?”

You nod far too enthusiastically, muttering, “Yes! Everything’s fine, really.”

He trails behind you to the bedroom as he comments, “You were standing outside for almost five minutes. I didn’t think you were going to come in.” You whip around, your shirt half-unbuttoned as you stare at him.

Oh, he definitely knows.

You watch with dread as he hangs your coat and sets your bag down almost robotically before coming back over to you.

Zayne unbuttons the rest of your shirt, not meeting your wild eyes as he reminds you, “You don’t have to tell me, but it usually helps to alleviate some of the burden by sharing it with others.” His chest ghosts yours as he pulls the sweaty blouse off your arms, leaving you in your bra. You cup his cheeks and tilt his gaze up to you. He stares at you with slightly wide eyes, caught off guard by your sudden touch.

You sigh, “Zayne… I’m sorry.” His cool hands wrap around your wrists and unleash rogue goosebumps across your skin as he waits for you to continue.

You mumble, “I accidentally rear-ended someone on the highway.” Your boyfriend blinks at you, processing your words.

You ramble, “It was an accident, I swear! He just stopped in the middle of the road! And so, yea I hit him. I’m really sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to!” He shakes his head, averting his gaze momentarily as he gets a grip on all this new information. His fingers tighten around your wrists for a moment before he tugs your arms down to your sides.

Finding your eyes once more, he asks clinically, “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m fine! It’s just… your car—”

“Don’t worry about the car,” he huffs. Zayne squeezes your shoulders before rubbing up and down your upper arms.

He continues, “You’re sure you’re not hurt? Did you hit your head during the moment of impact?”

“No. I was just scared, that’s all,” you admit quietly. He exhales and brings you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your forehead.

He murmurs, “I’m sure you were. I should have warned you about the short acceleration times.”

You squish your face into his warm chest, mumbling into his white long-sleeve shirt, “It’s not your fault, baby. Please don’t blame yourself.” You sigh with relief as he pats your head, fingertips pressing lightly into your scalp as he runs his fingers through your locks.

You two embrace for what feels like an eternity, but even that isn’t enough time. All you want is to be surrounded by his heat and refreshing musk after such a challenging day (not to mention you’re on your period). He pulls back, his hands on your waist as he gazes down at you with affectionate eyes.

He says tenderly, “Why don’t you go have a shower while I assess the damage?” You nod and sigh as he pecks your lips.

“Don’t be gone too long, okay?” You pout as he grabs the doorknob.

Casting you a glance, he shakes his head slightly, “I won’t.” You huff as you hear the faint click of the front door and wrap your arms around your now cold chest before trudging into the bathroom.

After a nice, hot shower, you put on your favourite pyjama set and do your skincare routine. Once you’re feeling relaxed, you stroll into the living room.

On the couch is your boyfriend, flicking through his camera roll. Two mugs of steaming tea sit on the coffee table. He locks his phone upon feeling your weight dip next to him. Placing it down and grabbing the mugs, he hands you one and doesn’t let go until it’s firmly planted between your palms.

“It’s chamomile,” he murmurs. You hum as you blow the curling tendrils of steam away. As soon as you stop, they whip back into a whirlpool of opaque white.

Clearing his throat, your boyfriend utters, “The damage is mild.”

“Mild?!” You retort. “It’s awful! Did you see the bonnet?”

He nods, “Yes, I saw.” Setting his mug down, he wraps a muscular arm around your shoulders and draws you into his side.

He mumbles into your hair, “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You sip your tea, the bittersweet flavour warming your insides. Zayne unfolds the fluffy blanket you bought a few weeks ago and throws it across you two, helping you to get comfy.

You sigh as you lower the mug to your lap, “I just feel so bad like. You trusted me with your expensive ass car and I ruined it.” His fingertips draw swirling patterns across your clothed shoulder, up and over the ridge of your collarbone and down to the meat of your arm.

“It’s nothing we can’t fix. Leave it with me. I’ll call the insurance company tomorrow and lodge a claim,” he mutters. Softly, he continues, “You can spend tonight collecting your thoughts.” You nod while slurping your tea.

After finishing it, Zayne takes your mug from your toasty hands and puts it down on the coffee table. Instinctively, you cuddle his side and cling onto his torso like you’re a koala and he’s an eucalyptus branch. The day weighs heavily on your shoulders, and in the comfort of your lover’s arms, you let it go.

He doesn’t say anything as you begin sniffling and eventually cry into his chest. Composed as ever, he rubs your back and pulls the blanket up to your chin. He fetches you a tissue box and holds it as you blow your nose like a snotty five-year-old.

In the torrent of your emotional storm, Zayne remains steady. He anchors you back to the present with gentle reassurances and even gentler caresses. He holds your hands whenever you try to rub your eyes and instead wipes them for you. And he whisks you away to your bathroom, still wrapped in the blanket and his warmth, to brush your teeth before tucking you into bed and spooning with you.

The next morning, he informs Jenna that you’ll be having the day off; doctor’s orders. He then calls the insurance company and recites to them the story you sobbed out last night.

You wake up to breakfast in bed and a quick peck from Zayne before he heads off to the hospital. He cooked your favourite comfort meal, which makes you tear up as you blow him goodbye kisses.

And when you pick up the rental car a few days later, he insists on driving you everywhere. Because he’s a good boyfriend, not because he’s concerned about your driving skills at all. Seriously.

a/n: pls lmk if his characterisation is okay. i got into my first car accident yesterday and this how i wished it went down when i got home (i live with my parents😀).

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day seven.

Dry Humping (1k words)

summary: You simply couldn't wait to be in a private place to show Lando how proud you were of him, so you decide to do it even though you are very aware of the people around you.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, stablished relationship, very heavy makeout, dry humping, public sex-ish. lmk if i should add anything else!

The music that thrummed through the huge speakers was loud, and the people cheering any time a new song came were even louder. The air was so thick with coloured lights and a layer of smoke that you couldn’t quite distinguish your surroundings, and there were drunk people stumbling on their own feet anywhere you looked. Lucky for you, you found yourself in the VIP area with your boyfriend, some other drivers, and a few friends.

You were all out celebrating Lando’s newest win, and you couldn’t be happier for him, so of course you had to go out to commemorate such an achievement.

Everyone was already feeling the alcohol they had been consuming since you got there, including you two, as you found yourselves sitting on one of the bigger couches, passionately making out and him gradually placing you onto his lap. It was heavy, and you didn’t care one bit; it had gotten to the point where everyone around you disappeared, even with the loud reminders of the people that were currently around you.

The VIP area was on a high platform and was secured with side rails to avoid any incident, so whatever you had going on there couldn’t really be seen from the lower ground. That included any cameras and phones that were constantly being pointed in your direction.

All they could really see were your faces basically devouring each other, which wasn’t exactly new to the public. What they couldn’t see, however, were your hips starting to rock against Lando’s and his hands grabbing you with such force only to bring you closer to him.

As expected, you were way too out of it to fully analyse what you were doing, and if you did know and were aware of it, it was clear you didn’t care; you just wanted to show him how proud you were of his fantastic race. You came straight to the club after leaving the track, so you didn’t have any alone time afterwards, and all you got to say was “I’m so proud of you,” muffled by the hundreds of cheers coming from his team and the fans.

But that was long forgotten, and all you could do right now was hold onto his shoulders as you continued humping his hard cock still stuffed inside his pants, your combined saliva falling from your chin and into your chest as the kiss got messier. 

“You did so- so good,” you managed to say between kisses. “I can’t even describe how hot you looked coming out of the car with the number 1 cardboard in front of it.”

“Yeah?” He asked, squeezing your hips as his lips left yours, trapping your lower lip between his teeth until you were too far from his face. 

“Mhm, all I could think about was having that one finger inside me.”

“Shit, baby, you are driving me insane.”

You got closer to his ear, and with a very seductive voice, you whispered. “So you are gonna go even more insane when I tell you I’m not wearing any underwear right now.”

“Fuck.”

He held you even tighter as you started to drag your hips harder, a moan scaping his lips. Your dress was rolled up, and it was now covering only your thighs, but it was pretty obvious what you two were doing to anyone at surface level.

With your pussy being completely uncovered, the feeling of the hard fabric of his jeans was heaven to you, and the thought of all your juices going straight to his jeans, pretty much the only layer between you, made you eager to come.

One of his hands came under your dress and sneaked between your folds; he just wanted to feel you, and God, he almost let it all out when he realised how wet you were.

“So wet for me, baby.” He whimpered, leaving your core and placing his hand back on your side.

You were both feeling so desperate that he also started thrusting up into you, making the sensation for you not only better but easier. A thin layer of sweat was forming on your bodies, only adding to the hot atmosphere the club naturally had.

Luckily, your moans were being muffled by the loud music and the people around you, so no one could even hear you no matter how loud you were being, and right now, it was a little embarrassing how loud you were being.

Your legs were already getting tired, but you were so close that you knew you only had to chase your orgasm for a little longer. His hands that were previously on your hips were now everywhere, feeling every inch of any uncovered skin he could find as he moved along with you.

“Mhm, Lan.” You moaned, moving a little faster than before, making him squirm under you.

“Yeah? You gonna cum in my pants in front of all our friends?” He whispered. All you could do was nod in response, and you could feel his smirk on your neck. "I wanna rearrange your guts and turn you into a mess, baby. I’m making you all mine as soon as we are back at the hotel." 

“Ah,” another loud moan left your lips.

"You want that, don't you?" 

“Please, let’s get out of here.”

As soon as he heard you say that, his hands fell back on your hips to make you drag them even faster, harder, as his own picked up his desperate pace. He could feel your body starting to give out; that could only mean you were about to snap.

With a few more thrusts, he felt your orgasm hitting you, making you drop your head on his shoulder as he chased his own release, which came a few seconds later.

“Shit,” he whimpered as his cum stained his clothes, the warm and thick fluid coating both of you.

You pressed your foreheads together as you tried to catch your breath, a laugh escaping both of you as you came down from your high. 

“We can never come back here,” Lando whispered as he kissed you again. Not as desperate, but just as hungry for more. 

“Are you done-?” You heard Oscar yell above the noise as he came close to you, making both of you look at him in pure embarrassment as Lando pushed you off his lap, revealing his cum-stained jeans. “Oh my God, you are done... Okay, we are getting out of here.”

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[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

— pairing; malleus draconia x reader

— summary; set in the future, where there's a threat to you and your unborn child

— notes; i was inspired to write this after watching a scene on youtube where we meet maleanor for the first time. please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It starts off as an ordinary day.

❋ You typically spend your mornings in the palace gardens, enjoying the breeze on your skin and the smell of fresh flowers. Now that you’re heavily pregnant with the future heir of Briar Valley, you’re constantly monitored by the Royal Guards, ensuring your safety in the absence of their Lord.

❋ But on this particular day, something goes wrong.

❋ The threat to your safety is swift and sudden, leaving you scrambling to protect your unborn child. Your protectors are caught off guard, leaving you vulnerable and unprotected for just a few terrifying moments.

❋ When word of the attack reaches Malleus, his blood runs cold. Then, it boils. His composure cracks, betraying the true depths of his emotions: a controlled, silent rage that emanates a chilling aura throughout the castle hall. His magic crackles in the air, the darkness swirling like a tempest around him. Everyone, guards and servants alike, can feel the suffocating weight of his fury.

❋ The guards — some of Briar Valley’s finest — stand frozen before Malleus, unable to meet his gaze with their heads bowed low. But he doesn't lash out immediately. Instead, he surveys them with a thoughtful, calculating look, purposely prolonging the tension in the otherwise silent room as they await his judgement.

❋ In his mind, he’s analysing every single one of their failings, dissecting the chain of events that allowed you and his unborn child to be placed in jeopardy. It’s a battle to restrain himself; the true depths of his emotions would surely set Briar Valley ablaze. As it is, the sky outside is already grey and overcast, reflecting the blackness of his mood.

❋ Finally, Malleus confronts the guards with a chilling calmness, his voice like the crackling embers of a storm. “Your folly,” he hisses, his words cold and precise, “could have cost Briar Valley its future.”

❋ Lilia watches from the shadows, a fond smile playing across his lips. Secretly, he’s taken aback by how much Malleus resembles his mother in this very moment. Maleanor had once looked at him the same way, with blazing eyes and a terrifying show of lightning magic, when he had arrived moments too late to protect her and her egg, a young Malleus still forming inside.  

❋ Maleanor’s fierce love had been passed down to Malleus, and he would protect you and his child just as she had protected him.

[sayuri-of-the-valley]

On how Crowley and Aziraphale felt during the kiss (but mainly Crowley here):

Ok so first, the main idea for this huge meta is that a LOT of us noticed how the music from the kiss scene is similar to the nebula one, right?

Second, a lot of us also correctly noticed the parallels between the kiss and how it was to taste food for the first time for Aziraphale: bc of his reactions, the hand on lips, the similar way MS acted both scenes, the little inhale etc. So how was it for Crowley?

Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss is practically a puzzle to solve on its own, so it's fun to analyse it, but basically, in a few words, Aziraphale kissed Crowley and he discovered he was physically starving for him, longing for him, yearning for him, for his kiss, and he had no idea. Just like with the ox. And now he needs to gorge himself in him but he can't. Great amazing heartbreaking chef's kiss someone give MS an Emmy.

But there's already so much amazing meta out there about Aziraphale x Ox ribs x The Kiss that I want to focus on Crowley here, and on the music.

So back to the music. The song in "Before the Beginning" and the song that plays during The Kiss (I Forgive You + Don't Bother) are so similar. They're not *exactly* the same, but they're totally reminiscent of each other. The viewer is immediately reminded of those chords that played in the opening scene. It's no coincidence that the fandom was talking about this fact only minutes after first watching those final fifteen minutes. This is an obvious intentional choice for storytelling reasons (David Arnold is a genius).

I have no expertise whatsoever when it comes to music, so I asked our friend @otsanda to see if that made sense and not only it does and she explained it, but she also uncovered so much more hidden meaning in all of it (musicians are amazing), so check out her meta about the music that not only serves as evidence to what I'm proposing here but it also has so much more juicy information in it 💖.

Back to the point: WHY thought? Why choose a similar song? Why intentionally COMPOSE a similar song for that moment?

Hear me out. WHAT IF, by reminding the audience of the creation of the nebula, they meant to convey to us that, for Crowley, kissing Aziraphale gave him the same feeling that creating his stars did?

THAT'S what the music is telling us. THAT'S why it makes us remember "Before the Beginning". It may sound cheesy, but Crowley may have literally seen stars when he kissed Aziraphale. He couldn't react accordingly (just like Aziraphale couldn't), bc it was an overwhelming and extremely sad moment (the music is also telling us that) for both of them. They knew it was ending . They were both having a moment of huge revelation that was fated to not come to completion. Crowley was right, it was too late.

It makes sense to show Crowley's feelings through the music, bc he was the one who started the kiss, and also he was wearing sunglasses in that scene, it's different from a character like Aziraphale that has all his million expressions for everyone to see at all times. And they've been doing this ever since s1 with the Queen songs that play in his car or in the background.

So my point is: the same song being used there makes me wonder if kissing Aziraphale finally gave him what he lost. His purpose. What Aziraphale was trying to give back to him by taking him back to heaven. There's no need for Heaven. Just kiss him, Aziraphale, and there he'll find the stars you want to give back to him. There you will one day see that smile on his face you saw Before The Beginning. Neil Gaiman and David Arnold I am in your walls 😭

This is what may lead us to see this happiness in Crowley again (not the action of kissing itself, of course, but what it represents to their relationship, them being together, them being an Us).

As @otsanda said: from the music we can interpret that that moment was a Revelation for them. Almost a religious experience. Crowley found his purpose again. What he'd been missing the whole season (or even his whole life since the Fall, but we've seen him especially depressed this season).

I'm not even getting into the poetry of how one can interpret the parallel to the angel's reaction to the kiss as carnal, and the demon's as religious; that would be another whole essay but let's just agree that it's incredibly beautiful. (Let me be clear that I mean here Aziraphale's reaction is carnal specifically for Crowley, and Crowley's is religious specifically for Aziraphale, not religious as in "worshipping god")

"Do you ever wonder what's the point?" Crowley asked in s2e1. The point, for him, is Aziraphale (if you've seen The Good Place you know what I mean). I hope he figured this out with that kiss, even as heartbreaking as it was. Even if it was a (temporary) separation kiss. (I hope Aziraphale figures this out with time too, that he's more than enough to make Crowley happy, that Crowley doesn't need Heaven, or stars, that Crowley needs him.)

Maybe that's why Crowley didn't leave and kept waiting outside until the very last moment.

Aziraphale and Crowley both bit the apple at the end of s2. There's no turning back from that Knowledge now.

Edit: I just have to add here this brilliant colour analysis of the nebula scene by @halemerry. And it's pointed out that during the nebula formation there's a moment when it looks like two people embracing. And the fact that a similar song is used in the actual Kiss scene I just... I have no words

[bountycancelled]

(un)secret admirer

luke castellan x child of aphrodite!reader

tip me on kofi, if you feel so inclined

requested: nope, I'm just currently obsessing over pjo (aren't we all?) and Charlie bushnell is my pookie so luke is also my pookie (what about all the people he murdered– what murdaaaa?!)

warnings: none I believe!

content: probably ooc luke becusse I haven't read the books, I don't know if demigods even nap, I don't remember the movies and he's barely in the show lol, some cuddling, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, also I know demi gods are dyslexic i just dont gaf because i thought this concept was cute, that's all!

a/n: SEND ME PJO REQS! please. also this is short and I'm sorry, I've been having horrid writers block.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Lukes voice could be heard from where he sat on your bed, as you gazed at the piece of paper in your hand, pacing back and forth in your room as you analysed its every minute detail to the best of your abilities. "you get letters from the other campers all the time."

"I already told you Luke. this handwriting isn't the same as any other letter I've gotten, so that means it's from someone who's never sent me a note before, and I need to know who it is."

you had recieved a myriad of letters ranging from 'I think you're pretty' to 'I would sacrifice my right arm just to get a hug from you' during your time here at camp. beyond being drop dead gorgeous, you were kind, always wearing a charming smile on your face, and having the ability to comfort people with your presence alone.

that (coupled with the facts that most kids here had some kind of parental baggage and your kindness definitely filled some kind of void) meant that you recieved many a words from not so secret admirers. you were sure that you knew the identities of the people who had given you sealed envelopes and tightly folded papers, but you were currently stumped.

you were startled out of your staring contest with the scribbled ink by the feeling of Lukes arms around your shoulders as he spoke. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually, now can you please come back to bed? you know that I can't nap if you're not with me."

you sighed, letting him lead you back to your bed so that he could rest before you two inevitable of the two of you needing to help around the camp occured. you stared up at the ceiling as he slowly started to dose off beside you, before you gasped and shot up, effectively spooking him out of a peaceful moment.

"it's Percy!" you shushed Luke before he had the chance to complain about your sudden exclamation or the fact that you weren't letting him get a wink of midday sleep. "I mean, he's just met me, and one of my friends probably told him some stuff about me–"

"it's not Percy." Luke deadpanned, pushing you down by the shoulder from the upright postpone you were sat in to make you lay back down, and wrapping his arm around your waist. you were shocked into silence, because although Luke was an affectionate friend, he had never cuddled you while he was still awake. he would always wake up and discovering that he had wrapped around you in his sleeping state, apologising sheepishly while retracting his limbs.

after a few moments of stunned silence, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement. "and how do you know it's not him, huh?" he simply blew air from his nose, tightening his grip around your waist.

"because it was me, sweetheart."

now that shut you up fairly quickly, as you bit your lip to try to hinder the giddy smile that wanted to form on your features. you opened your mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Luke placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

"we'll talk when we wake up, alright?" but you weren't having any of that. "okay... but, before you go to bed. how long have you liked me? is this actually the first letter you've sent? why wouldn't you just tell me, you idiot. obviously I like you too. I know you said some stuff that you like about me in the letter, but I want you to tell me about everything you like about me, like every feature, every trait-"

Luke chuckled, sporting a big grin as you spoke. he would tell you all of that and more, he would do anything you asked of him, just as long as he got to hold you in his arms just like this.

[kindaasrikal]

I think its very important how Lloyd is notably more distant and emotionally unavailable whilst everyone else is written with so much more emotion in their interactions and words more often than usual in Dr season 3, and how that links heavily to his actual role as the Green Ninja, AND his connection to dragons and oni. As well as his possible role in part 2.

With the concept of the green ninja, Lloyd’s entire role and purpose is to defend others. It’s been shown so heavily throughout the series that the green ninja is someone kind, loving, hopeful, and good. Whilst the hope factor tends to lack sometimes, there has been no denial in how kind and good Lloyd is.

And yet, in dr season 3, there seems to be more of a lack of the kind part. He seems distant towards Frak, less involved in Sora’s handling with Arin gone, so much more distant to the ninja and the only time i can note where he seemed as emotional as usual was when he met Pixal again. Other than that he seems similar to Wu when he first began training the ninja, and even further back to when Wu began training Morro if i actually think about it.

I saw a few posts here and there about it and a very good point I’ve seen is due to how he is now watching someone he is supposed to protect suffer instead. Arin.

Lloyd’s role as the green ninja is to protect, yet i think he feels a burden to do so with how much he believes he has failed as the merge and its mystery continues. Where had he gone wrong? Why is it going wrong? He has to continuously tell people ‘i don’t understand’ or ‘i don’t have the answers’ or ‘it doesn’t make sense’ and his own damned actions show he doesn’t know what to do.

Has he ever?

This feeling of doubt in a situation like no other is weighing him down in a way it has never before because it is bundled up with the feeling of uncertainty.

Doubt in the truth of everything around him, uncertainty in the lack of understanding.

A man whose whole life and destiny was something he already knew, feeling uncertain? He doesn’t know how to react.

Linking it back to his Dragoni heritage, i think it’s very clear Dragons and Oni feel emotions a lot differently. Dragons seem to feel emotions on a more calmer sense, with even chaotic emotions like anger seeming easily rationalised to them and calm compared to humans or Oni. Oni feel emotions in a lot stronger sense, and more on the adrenaline and negative spectrum than anything.

For Lloyd, his Oni side is only shown through genuine anger in a way he has never expressed nor felt before. With a more distant Lloyd, is this a sign of his more Dragon side?

It’s like the writers are building up for something, and whilst it may not link to his dragoni blood, it does link to the choices and decisions he will make in part 2. Because Lloyd, even like this, will always been emotional in a sense, and i think it’s gonna burst out of him to the point he is a mess once more. He just needs a push.

Lloyd is a very important piece to the puzzle, one whose new destiny is going to attack without mercy.

Thinking on it more, you could also say he’s reacting this way because not only has he just lost Arin in a sense, but he is being forced to handle with either guilt, confusion, and possibly a form of anger at Wu.

Wu, who Lloyd loves so damn much.

Lloyd is no fool to believe that Wu hasn’t made mistakes before, but Wu is not only the first person who show Lloyd love but his uncle. How is he supposed to believe his uncle caused the merge on purpose? It doesn’t make sense to him, because Wu must’ve have a reason to do so. The problem is, is the reason a good one?

Man he’s gonna be an actual emotional mess next season poor guy.

Anyways I’m gonna rewatch season 3 i need to analyse more stuff properly because this just seems like I’m stating the obvious

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — 29. a moment of vulnerability

(wc: 2.281)

much to your surprise, haechan’s door was already left unlocked by the time you reached it. your hand halted at the immediate unlock of it, and you hesitantly moved it open afterwards, your confusion growing more prominent with each step inside. it wasn’t typical for haechan to leave his door unlocked, especially at night from the experiences you’ve had with him.

as you entered further into the apartment, an unusual sense of eerie and a strange stillness hit you. a muddled expression formed on your face, and you looked around the dark living room, a feeling of familiarity following as you did so. your first thought was to look at the spot you remembered haechan to be seated at last time you had visited him during the night hours.

“haechan?” you didn’t expect the tone of your voice to be so soft as you called out his name. haechan, who was sat on the couch instead of the floor, didn’t acknowledge your words, letting them echo into the void. “i know you have my stuff, asshole.” you lightly complained, attempting to stir a reaction out of him who had yet to look up.

he remained strangely silent, barely moving. you took more careful steps into the place, slowly making your way towards the middle of the room where he was. standing next to the couch, you contemplated on what exactly to do. “are you asleep?” you whispered carefully, somewhat worried that you’d wake him up. you’ve never seen haechan this silent, let alone this motionless.

haechan shook his head, breaking the motionless trance he was in. his hands were still crossed over one another and his head was still looking down at his lap. “are you.. you okay?” the question felt foreign as it left the tip of your tongue. it remained in the air and was left unanswered for approximately 10 seconds. you didn’t expect haechan to talk, but he did. “i don’t know.. maybe.” his voice croaked. you don’t think you’ve ever heard such a sound come from haechan.

you expected him to dismiss it, and now you were put in an awkward position. were you the right person to ask him to elaborate? your relationship with him wasn’t that strong, let alone anything friendly in your eyes. still, you had already intruded his place without his consent, maybe the least you owed him was an ear to listen. “wanna talk about it?” you sighed out with reluctance.

haechan’s sigh followed soon after as he finally looked up, making eye content with you. the first thing you took notice of was the tired look in his eyes, almost as if he hadn’t been sleeping for the past few days. before you could analyse his face any further, he spoke. “i just got a lot on my mind.” he started, fiddling with his fingers.

“about what?” you reluctantly asked again. realistically, you’re not sure if you cared or wanted to know the answer. but based of his body language alone, you could tell something was bothering him, and call yourself foolish, but if there was anything bigger than your foolishness, it was your sense of empathy.

“life? i’ve just been very.. what’s the right word.. lost?” haechan continued. you eyed the empty spot next to him, contemplating the decision on whether or not to take the seat. you obliged, if you were to stick around for a story time, you at least deserve to actually sit through it. you sat down and nodded for haechan to continue. “what about life?”

“i’m just.. I don’t know, i’ve just been wondering where i’m heading to with life.” he confessed, and the answer took you by surprise. “why’s that?” you questioned, growing intrigued. haechan pondered for a moment, his hands now limp on his lap. “it’s stupid.. i think seeing jaehyun do well in life just has me questioning my own course in life, i guess i feel somewhat discouraged?” haechan admitted and the mention of jaehyun piqued your interest, though you tried to not show it.

“i don’t get it, do you want to be like jaehyun?” you asked in confusion. your conclusion behind haechan’s sullen mood seemed to bother him. he shook his head with a soft groan. “no, i don’t want to be like him, but i also do. its not that i want to have the fame jaehyun has or be known as an outstanding singer.. it’s more like.. i want to stand out too.” haechan explained, gnawing his lips.

“why do you think you don’t stand out?” you inquired with your head tilted in confusion. haechan glanced your way before shutting his eyes softly, re-opening them shortly after. “well, now i stand out yeah, but i don’t like the way i stand out, it’s not me.” haechan groaned in exasperation, yet you remained confused.

“i don’t get it, what’s the issue?” you questioned once more, growing more intrigued by his complaints.

“of course you don’t get it, because you don’t know me (—). you probably think you do, but you don’t.” haechan deeply sighed, it seemed like he was really tired, whether it be in general or because of your continuing questions. you remained silent, not sure how to respond back to his words. haechan took the silence as an opportunity to continue.

“i’ll let you know a bit about me then. did you know that the only reason why i’m even attached to my guitar is because i believe it’s the only reason people show interest in me?” haechan stared ahead of him, arms loosely crossed. “i do know what it’s like to not stand out because i had always remained as the one everyone would choose second because i had nothing to offer. does that make sense to you?” with a slight twist, haechan shot you a quick glance before turning his gaze back to it previous focus.

“its funny because i thought, maybe, if i pick up on a trait such as learning the guitar, people would take more interest in me and i’d get their validation. which worked in my benefit, surprisingly. who knew everyone could be so into the rockstar boyfriend fantasy?” he chuckled almost bitterly. you slightly gaped at the confession, too stunned to form a proper reaction.

“its why i liked to be called haechan, and why no one aside from yangyang jaehyun and renjun get to call me by my real name, because they don’t actually care about the real me. they like haechan.” haechan’s arms unwrapped from each other, gesturing up and down the length of his body to emphasise his point. “they like haechan, the guy who plays the guitar and is nonchalant, not donghyuck, the guy behind him who always comes second.”

haechan’s tone was undoubtedly bitter, and he paused for a moment. “so, do you get it?”

“..i’m sorry to hear that.” was all you could come up with in the moment, your expression doing enough to showcase your honesty. haechan didn’t response, instead he brushed his fingers through his hair with a lack of energy. “but what about karina? she calls you donghyuck?” you wondered. haechan let the question hang in the air for a bit before he answered.

“because i never told karina any of my issues, why would i? she was a short talking stage, i was still figuring myself out as donghyuck and cut her off once i wanted to start fresh. i didn’t want a memory of the old me to be left behind, except for those i actually care about. i don’t care about karina.” haechan answered truthfully with no hesitation.

once again, you weren’t sure how to carry on from that. what was an appropriate question to ask in such an instance? there was an underlying hostility in his words, yet you could also sense the rawness and misery in them. your empathy truly got the best of you, and you prepared yourself for the speech you were about to give.

“this is probably going to sound weird coming from me.. but i’m sure there are many people who admire you.” you started. “i won’t lie, i hate your guitar, a lot, but you’re not bad at it, i guess.. you could say i admire that, or something.” you averted your gaze, staring ahead just like he did.

“i dont know, it seems to me like you’re scared of people liking you for who you really are which is why you’re putting up this front.” haechan’s face contorted into a frown. “now you’re just twisting my words.” he laughed, and you softly chuckled too. “what i’m trying to say is that i doubt people wouldn’t put you first if you remained true to yourself, for all you know, someone could’ve been madly in love with you for being donghyuck. why change yourself for others if it doesn’t make you happy?”

silence overlook again and you believed that you had hit a sensitive topic. “but it does make me happy.” haechan admitted after a minute, his voice merely a whisper. “so you’re happy being someone you’re not?” you repeated bewildered and haechan shrugged. “maybe.” he answered honestly.

“and you’re happy talking to girls as someone you’re not?” you continued.

“i like the feeling of being wanted.” haechan responded.

“okay, but playing with people’s hearts is not nice.” you argued back. haechan shrugged again. “i never said i’m trying to be nice, life hasn’t been that kind to me either.” he stated simply, crossing his arms over each other again. his persistent mindset shocked you, and you swiftly turned your body to face his.

“listen, i know we’re not that close for me to tell you what to do, but, stop doubting yourself, it’s weird.” you sighed in annoyance. “you’re interesting as you are and i don’t think a guitar would change that much. you’re scared that people will put you second, but you’re not even giving people the chance to put you first by being yourself. wouldn’t it be worse if people found out you’ve been putting up a persona this whole time? that you’re name isn’t even haechan?”

“what are you trying to say (—)” haechan had turned his head to look at you “you’re too harsh on yourself. whether you’re haechan or donghyuck, it shouldn’t matter. if people don’t like you for who you really are, then they’re not worth your time. also, you’re leading girls on by seeking their attention, it’s not nice.” you stated with determination, and haechan couldn’t hold back the smile that was forming on his face.

“why are you getting all serious about that.” he scoffed out a laugh, and the room started to feel more lively. his face seemed to have softened, and you internally let out a sigh of relief, for some reason. “i think everyone has their destined person that’s perfect for them, it’s kinda sad that you’re leading these girls on and making them think you’re their perfect match when you’re not even serious.”

haechan let out another soft laugh, and this time, he sat himself up more proper before turning to face you again. “okay, do you think you’ve met your perfect match?” his stare felt strong as they locked with your eyes and for a moment you remained speechless, lost in the intensity of them. “i don’t know.” you answer back truthfully. haechan nodded his eyes, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “and do you think we could be a perfect match?” and the question took you by surprise, your mouth ajar as you tried to come up with an answer.

“god forbid.” haechan chuckled at your response, and the rapid beating of your heart slowed. “i’m surprised you told me all this, you know. i thought you didn’t like me.” you admitted. haechan’s eyebrows raised at the assumption and he swallowed.

“i just wanted to be vulnerable for the night, knowing i wouldn’t confess to this stuff any other day. its nice to get stuff off your mind from time to time.” it hit you then why everything felt so weird this particular night. because haechan, the guy who barely crossed the friend status, was being vulnerable, with you of all people.

“we aren’t exactly friends.. but you can get stuff off your chest with me if you need to.” you offered haechan, and genuine surprise overtook his features. “why would you do that?” you shrugged, looking down at your own intertwined hands. “isn’t it better to tell someone who couldn’t care less about you than someone who does?”

“i didn’t know you could be nice like this.” haechan chuckled after some time. you scoffed in offence, looking back up at him. “I don’t know what image of me you have in your head, but i’d never make fun of someone’s vulnerability.” you defended yourself. haechan shook his head. “that’s not what i meant.” he corrected.

“i know, but being nice doesn’t have to be limited to friends. its nice to be nice… even towards insufferable people like you.” you continued to defend yourself and haechan’s perked up at your words. “are you saying we can’t be friends?” he wondered, his surprise masked by the tired look that had returned.

you attempted to remain unbothered by his inquiry, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. “do you want to be friends?” you proposed with hidden curiosity. haechan stuck his hand out towards you, silently waiting. you hesitated before essentially gripping onto it, his own hand shaking your clasped hands.

“i‘ll give you your utensils when i wake up, i’m tired.” haechan yawned before getting up from his couch and walking towards his room. you got up yourself, making your way towards the door with your mind in a haze. your hand was on the handle of his front door, and before you could open it, haechan’s voice called for you.

“just.. you can call me donghyuck too, if you want, since you know it already.”

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[lime-bloods]

I honestly didn't ever expect that I'd be in the position where I'd be using this blog not just to analyse what has come before in Homestuck, but to look toward the comic's future and do some real old-fashioned theorycrafting. but the time has come. so here goes; lime-bloods' Beyond Canon theories as of the July 6th 2024 update:

Vriska's Going to Hell

were all gonna help you! / whether you like it or not

a select few eagle-eyed readers already noticed that the sound used in last month's (Vriska: Figure shit out yourself.) is called "hell_tierwav". while it was easy to dismiss this as irrelevant composer shenanigans at the time, it's now become clear exactly what this was foreshadowing. whether it would be more apt to call this "Hell" or "Purrgatory" is probably up for debate - but whatever you call it, Vriska's been placed in a dimension seemingly tailored specifically for her personal torment.

while Vriska characteristically interprets the recreation of her childhood home as a symbol of how badass she was, the ghosts of her past - both literal, as the shades of the trolls she killed as Mindfang, and figurative, in the form of sprites wearing the faces of her dead friends - show us in no uncertain terms that Vriska's childhood home is the stage where traumas play out.

Erisolsprite puts it succinctly with his welcome to hell, but pay close attention to what exactly we're being welcomed to: this update ends on page 665. so as of this next update, we'll be starting on page 666.

Does Homestuck Have Hell?

the exact bubble of reality Vriska's currently found herself in seems to be an entirely new construction of the likes we've not yet seen in Homestuck - but that doesn't mean this kind of cosmic torment is without precedent. because while 666 is a number with Satanic connotations in the broader cultural context, it also has a very particular meaning of its own within the world of Homestuck. indeed, the latter half of the comic almost revolves around it, culminating in a climax in Act 6 Act 6 Act 6.

specifically, this repetition of a single digit is emblematic of recursive storytelling. to summarise what you can already read about in detail in my essay The World / The Wheel: when Caliborn is 'gifted' the Act 6 Act 6 supercartridge, which he is told is an "expansion" of Homestuck, it's a trick. there is no "expansion"; he's going to be trapped in a story that never ends because it keeps dividing into smaller and smaller versions of itself forever. the only way to truly beat the devil who trapped the heroes within a story is to trap him in his own story.

that's what Caliborn's "Hell" is, and that's also exactly what the Alternate Calliope achieved in Act 7 by creating the black hole which Vriska knocked Lord English into, ending Homestuck's story - something that Calliope even hints at in this very update, when she refers to the black hole as "containment"; not an accident, but a deliberately crafted prison. black holes are a symbol of recursion and regression; being sucked into one means being forced to live out your whole life over and over again, forever. so really, this is all we ever could have expected to happen when Vriska stepped into a black hole within a black hole! the presentation of the narrative even subtly hints at this; events in Beyond Canon that take place in the black hole are enclosed (in brackets), and now events that take place in a black hole-within-a-black-hole are contained within {curly brackets}, because you should always use a different kind of brackets to differentiate nested parenthesis from each other!

it is absolutely no coincidence that when Caliborn closes the curtains on his appearances in Homestuck, thinking he's won when really he's been condemned to a hell of his own making forever more, it's with a tribute to this exact same Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff strip.

IF YOU REMEMBER JUST ONE THING I SAY, OF SO MANY GREAT THINGS SAID BY ME, THEN PLEASE REMEMBER THIS. I WANTED TO PLAY A GAME.

So What Does That Mean?

one of Beyond Canon's central missions is expanding upon Homestuck's exploration of the relationships between author, text, and audience. as discussed above, a large part of Homestuck's thesis is the evil of forcing characters to live the same lives and the same stories over and over without the chance to grow or move on, and Beyond Canon picks up on this by placing Dirk in the position of trying to keep Homestuck going forever purely to appease its fans, while the Alternate Calliope continues to oppose this ideology. and while the alpha Calliope outwardly seems not to have taken a hard position on where she stands in this cosmic battle, the question posed by her device seems to be an entirely new one: can it actually be a good thing to regress, to return to ground that the story has already covered? can this path lead to something new, rather than merely stagnation?

it's so relevant that Vriska is being confronted with the crimes of her past, not only in the form of all the trolls she was personally responsible for killing but also in the form of the exact same punishment she condemned Lord English to with her heroism - complete with the herd of horses that are always present at Caliborn's demise! but where being condemned to an eternal cycle was fitting punishment for Caliborn, someone who refuses to break free of cycles of abuse and instead chooses to enact that same abuse on the world around him... if Vriska is someone who can break free of these cycles, who can change and become a better person despite what happened to her, will this punishment have the same effect? or, as Davepeta seems to believe, is forcing Vriska to reckon with her own past and traumas exactly what will allow her to break free of that cycle?

DAVE: [...] ill just be over here in the hyper gravity chamber training to beat lord english KARKAT: WE HAVE A HYPER GRAVITY CHAMBER???

it's hard not to be struck by the parallels in design and purpose between the Plot Point and Dragon Ball's Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and not just because of the Dragon Ball enthusiasts present on Beyond Canon's writing and art teams: albeit in typically Strider-bastardised form, the Time Chamber got a shoutout in Andrew Hussie's own Homestuck (see quote above), in a reference that was even picked up on by prolific theorist bladekindeyewear at the time. for the uninitiated: the Hyperbolic Time Chamber allowed its users to train for extended stretches of time, sometimes even spanning years, while a significantly smaller time period passed in the world outside - something that is actually true of real-life black holes! and with the Plot Point's own emphasis on time, represented by the hourglass included among its mechanisms, it seems to me that an essential part of making the 16-year-old Vriska ready for the trials ahead will be giving her the time to undergo the same growth her adult friends have experienced.

considering that Beyond Canon is already playing in the Ultimate Self space, where there are levels of power beyond merely the "god tiers", it also doesn't seem too farfetched to speculate that Vriska, forced to reckon with the fact that becoming a powerful Thief of Light isn't the be-all and end-all of personal growth, will take another leaf out of Dragon Ball's book here and ascend "beyond Super Saiyan". perhaps this is even the "hell tier" so cheekily alluded to in the Plot Point flash? certainly this kind of evolution would be the perfect way to challenge Dirk's belief that the Ultimate Self is the only logical final step for a character's development.

whatever the case, I believe we can take Davepeta at their word here. I don't think it's just a joke that by the end of this ordeal Vriska Serket is going to be fucking RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPED!

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Jamil Viper

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Jamil Viper x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.260 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.

Jamil was not present at the Housewarden's meeting, since he isn't one. But it didn't take long for Kalim to tell him, especially because he was panicking. He starts saying loose sentences about ghosts, kidnapping, marriage and especially your name. Jamil gets very serious and asks Kalim to stop for a few seconds, calm down a little and explain things clearly. And if that doesn't work, he has a plan B: ask one of the other Housewardens. Riddle would be an excellent choice.

After fully understanding what is happening, he himself panics for a moment. But then he clears his throat and calms himself down. He asks, no, he orders Kalim to stay safe in Scarabia while he joins the others in the rescue groups. When Kalim tries to convince Jamil to let him help them, Jamil gets straight to the point and says it's dangerous, both for him and for you. Does he really want to risk ruining everything? It's your life that's at stake here! Jamil was being harsher than usual, but Kalim knew why, and promised that he would stay in Scarabia hoping that everything would go well. He would behave well for Jamil and for you.

However Jamil is too cautious to simply believe him. So most likely, without Kalim noticing, Jamil will put him to sleep or something with some spell or with his Snake Wisper. You know, just in case.

Jamil asked to be in the last group. A little like Azul, he is the type to first analyse all angles of the situation before forming a more appropriate plan.

When it's the last group's turn, whenever someone needs to stay behind to tie up the ghosts, Jamil tells one of the others to do it. He always managed to show himself as a good strategist and someone who conveys the confidence of a leader, so the others just followed this order without questioning much. His behavior showed that he seemed to have a plan in place. He ends up being the only one to arrive at the ceremony hall.

He could follow the plan, but he knew himself well in this regard. He is good at hiding his true feelings, but he is not good at showing feelings that are antagonistic to his true ones. The princess would definitely notice this as she noticed some of the others' strategies. For these reasons he had a plan B, but still wanted to try the original plan.

“Your majesty, you must stop this wedding. You are taking with you someone who doesn't want to be with you. If you don't marry someone who loves you back, both of your lives... afterlives? will be miserable. And that's why I'm here. Please accept me as your husband and I promise to do everything in my power to make your afterlife wonderful.” Everything was going well, until he proposed to be her husband.

The princess said out loud the same thing that you also noticed. In these sentences his emotion almost disappeared, showing that he was lying. And she accused him of trying to deceive her.

Jamil sighed. He was now forced to follow plan B, which he never really likes to follow: Be honest. “You are correct, your majesty. I was lying. But-” Before he could continue speaking the princess ordered the guards to catch him. And he had a plan for that too.

He managed to dodge all the ghost guards and was heading towards the altar where you and the princess were. But one thing wasn't part of his plan: One of the guards turning into a giant ghost. Obviously he still tried to fight and did his best, but he still lost against the guard. As soon as the guard caught him, the princess wasted no time in slapping him, she didn't want to hear his excuses.

However, Jamil remained able to move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing. The thing is that her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Jamil’s reaction was to lower his head to try to make his hair hide his face.

Then he lifted it again, with an upset and slightly obscured expression on his face. He really hated exposing himself like that, but at that moment, it was his last shot to save you. “Do you want the truth? I'm here for someone, yes, but not for you. I'm here for the person you kidnapped to force to be your partner.” She starts to say that she didn't kidnap or force anyone. “Your delusion disgusts me.” The guard shakes him, threatening him not to insult the princess.

But now the princess is interested. He was there for you? So why did he ask to marry her? “Because we had a plan.” Jamil admits, as if he's had enough and just wants to resolve everything once and for all. “Making you accept one of us as a husband to put a ring on your finger that would send you to the afterlife.” The princess is offended and feels attacked by that. And while she and the guard start to say how outrageous that is, Jamil looks at the princess again, but this time with a condescending look.

“If you're going to take someone with you, take me then. Let (Y/N) go. Let me go in their place. From a young age I learned that part of my job would be to be willing to give my life for someone. Let me give my life for someone I lo... care about, then.” He couldn't fake something like this that well.

And, out of nowhere, the princess started to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you. Having someone willing to give their life for you like that. This was the greatest proof of love anyone could give. How she wished she had someone like that for herself too. And this was the opportunity that the guard who was in love with her found to declare himself and say that he would give his life for her, after all, technically, he had already done so. And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

As soon as the guard releases Jamil, he runs to you. “Are you well? Are you hurt?” You were petrified, but shortly afterwards you could move again. Jamil never left your side until the ghosts left.

After everything and while the first-years were getting ready to tidy up and clean the cafeteria, you asked Jamil to wait a bit. You leave the room so you can talk alone. He couldn't look at you, and he was trying to hide his face with his hands or his hair. He had practically already declared himself to you during all that madness. So you decide it's your turn to tell him that you feel the same way about him. He looks at you in surprise and you can see how flattered he was.

Knowing now that your feelings were mutual, he becomes kind of smug. “Does that mean you would give your life for me too? That you would serve me if necessary? *chuckle* Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. Unless you don't mind.” You say you would at least kiss him right there and then if that's what he wants. He holds you by the waist. “Be my guest.”

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[bambooswordwielder]

Shen Yuan not fully treating the other characters in the novel as real real people but as just book characters until nearly the end of the novel is one of my favourite decisions taken in SVSSS.

I've seen quite a few Transmigration type stories, but I've haven't seen many that play with the idea of the MC not treating the other characters as real distinct people quite to the extent I've seen in SVSSS (note this is from what I've read/watched, there are definitely books out there with this trope I haven't read)

This aspect of his character often leads to him not realising how he affects the world and the characters and how much his mere presence vastly changes the plot (Eg: Saving Liu Qingge, Being Kind to Luo Binghe, Saving Ning Yingying and Liu Mingyan from their Novel-Fates)

While we as readers can joke about how oblivious Shen Yuan is to not realise his impact on the world, how oblivious he is to other characters' opinions on him, but I feel like it's a pretty reasonable response when you think about the fact that he regularly gets reminded of the fact that the world is based on a novel he read.

He firsts dies while reading PIDW and then proceeds to end up in the body of the Scum Villain Shizun who abused Luo Binghe before eventually being punished by having all his limbs being cut off and Yue Qingyuan dying trying to save him, add on the fact that for he has to act 'In-Character' as Shen Qingqiu until he unlocks 'OOC'.

Imagine facing this realisation straight after finding out you died.

Shen Yuan is a unique case in the sense he apparently already somewhat mentally prepared himself in his Past Life for what he would do in Transmigration.

Shen Yuan is already different than the average person to the extent that he was at least somewhat prepared mentally.

The soon after, he discovers the System.

A fact I want to acknowledge is the way the System talks throughout the book — Often using 'Gaming' Words or Words we associate with Games.

It has a Point System which Shen Yuan can use to get things, it punishes Shen Yuan for not doing what it wants him to do, it regularly calls events 'Plot' and '____ Arc', things we associate with TV shows, Movies, Books, and Games. It even gives him a tutorial mission he has to finish in order to get a special reward which would make the rest of his 'gameplay' easiler (Get to act OOC)

Various Characters also have Special Points regarding their emotions and or feelings, with Shen Yuan being able to "Improve this characters opinion on him" and "Increase Protagonist's Satisfaction Points!".

Luo Binghe being clearly designated as the Golden Protagonist who cannot be harmed fatally by the plot makes the situation worse as Shen Yuan's mind is constantly being reminded of Luo Binghe's role in this world.

Due to the System, Shen Yuan is forced to push Luo Binghe into the endless abyss, cementing his fate in his mind because — "Luo Binghe will certainly murder his Scum of a teacher now!" — not recognising yet how much his care and teaching of Luo Binghe has impacted him.

Now add in the inherent complexities of Original! Shen Qingqiu, someone who's backstory was hidden in PIDW and didn't have someone who truly understood him in his own world/Sect. Shen Yuan, for as much as we can praise him for many different things, has a flaw of assuming characters will act exactly as they are written in the novel without accounting for changes.

He doesn't realise the true reality of how complex Original! Shen Qingqiu was as a person as he interacts with Yue Qingyuan.

To him, Original! Shen Qingqiu was a one-note Villain until Shen Yuan finally does get to see Original! Shen Qingqiu's backstory.

I've seen many complaining that Shen Yuan doesn't feel sympathetic enough to Shen Jiu after finding out his past, but after analysing some points in the novel, I feel like it makes sense. I don't necessarily like it, but it makes sense.

Shen Yuan's journey throughout the novel is learning to accept Luo Binghe as a living breathing person who he loves. He has to separate Luo Bing(mei) from his original Novel Countertop (Luo Bingge).

We face his lows and highs during his novel as he learns his mistakes in treating various characters as mere novel characters and not as people.

Shen Yuan has never met Shen Jiu — only learning of him from either the novel or from the other characters. Shen Jiu himself was already far too complex to the point no one in his world ever truly understood him, how could we expect Shen Yuan, a character who only read of him as a Scum Villain with no context to his backstory.

[sturnioloszn]

CAUGHT (3) - C.S + M.S

summary; after months of sneaking around, matt and chris finally realise they're being played and decide to teach you a lesson.

warnings; smut, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap the willy), oral (blowjob), face-fucking, creampie, leaving hickeys, praising, degrading, dirty talk, spanking... think that's it lmaoooo?

a/n; finally time for the main event, and I'm shitting myself. i've never written anything similar to this, so let's bear that in mind when reading, gracias. if you don't fw this kinda stuff...ignore? and this was all inspired by @sturnobessed!

P1, P2

An episode of 'Gravity Falls' played on the tv, but it was simpy to fill the silence in the air as both brothers were completely captivated by their own phones.

The warm sun of early summer began to set, and the sky shifted to darker hues. Other than the low sound buzzing from the tv, the only other noise that could be heard was Chris's stomach.

"Yo, wanna go out for food?" Chris asks, still keeping his eyes locked on his screen, waiting for his brother's response. "Earth to Matt?" He spoke again, this time peeling his eyes away from his device to look at his brother, who was sat inches away on the couch.

Matt replied with a small mumble, still keeping his eyes locked on his phone, not caring about whatever stupidness his brother was saying.

"Kid, what's got you grinnin' from ear to ear?" Chris points out, shifting to move closer to Matt. However, Matt quickly pulls away his phone, refusing to let his brother see his screen. "Don't be a dickhead, show me," He whines.

It wasn't unusual for Chris to bitch and moan about not getting his way, he was the youngest after all; and like every time, Matt gave in, briefly panning his phone over to Chris.

"Just talking to my girl," Matt says, blushing at the current conversation and pulling his phone back.

"Your girl?! Wait, y'mean girlfriend or what..?" Chris asks, his interest now peaked. He moved even closer so that their shoulders were now touching, and he had a clear view of their chat.

"Nah, we're just fucking about, she's chill," He corrects, typing away on his phone. "Fuck," Matt speaks under his breath, regarding the picture that had just popped on his screen.

Due to the fact that Chris was also peering over Matt's phone, he too got flashed by the nude selfie that just appeared. A short second passed before Chris ripped the phone out of Matt's hands and stood up, walking away with the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Matt says, standing up to follow his brother who was already in the kitchen. "Give me my phone, Chris!" He continued to yell.

"No fucking way," Chris spoke as he continued to analyse the picture. Matt tried to grab his phone back, but Chris kept fighting him off, being careful not to lock the phone.

"Chris, stop being an asshole," Matt speaks, giving up on trying to reach for his phone, instead landing a firm punch to Chris's arm.

"Ow!" Chris yelped, dropping Matt's phone. Matt picked up his phone and walked back to the couch where Chris followed suit, rubbing his now sore arm.

"Actin' like you've never seen a pair of tits before," Matt huffed, going back to his conversation.

"It's not that smart ass, I recognise them," Chris says, sitting back next to his brother. Matt's head whips to look at him.

"How the fuck would you recognise them?" He questions, bringing the picture back up and staring for a moment. Chris leans over and also looks over the picture, finding the pink jewellery eerily familiar.

That's when realisation struck.

"No way, dude," Chris shakes his head and drops it into his palms.

"What?"

"Matt, where'd you meet this girl?" He asks, lifting his head from his hands and looking at his brother, who was very confused.

"At a party... a few months ago? Why?" His brother questions. By now, Chris was certain that his theory was true.

"I've been hooking up with a girl from the party months ago too," Chris begins to explain, finding the words difficult to gather.

"So...?" Matt asks, still confused about what this has to do with anything.

"My girl has the exact same piercings," He clarifies, realisation finally setting in for Matt too.

"We're not fucking the same girl," Matt denies, now shaking his head I'm disbelief. "There's no way,"

"There's only one way to find out... on three say her name," Chris explains. So, on three, the same name fell from their lips, leaving them in complete shock.

As much as they tried to deny it and find other plausible explanations, they were drawing blanks. After filling each other in on what's been happening, they decide its their turn to manipulate the game.

Matt was supposed to drive over to her apartment in an hour, but instead, they organised for her to come to their house. They were about to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.

-

The front door was left unlocked, just as Matt said it would be, and I made my way into the dead silent house. I knew Matt said we'd be completely alone, but the silence was still incredibly off-putting.

"Hello?" My voice echos, bouncing off the walls, as I continued to make my way to Matt's room. There was a bizarre feeling about what was happening right now, but I couldn't place my tongue on it.

I grabbed onto his door handle and pushed it open, being met with the thing I expected least; Matt sat on the edge of his bed and Chris in his gaming chair.

It felt as though the air was knocked from my lungs, and I was completely winded. My eyes flickered between the two brothers and eventually landed on the floor under me.

The tension was so incredibly thick that it could have been cut with scissors. I'm mentally begging for someone to break the silence because whatever words that would come out from their mouths would be less embarrassing than the silence that currently filled the air.

"Wanna tell us something, baby?" Matt says, standing up from the bed, and taking small steps in my direction.

I gulped down my pride and whispered just loud enough for them to hear, "I'm sorry,"

"Sorry for what?" Matt whispers, bringing his hand to under my chin and lifting my head so that my eyes could meet his. However, not a word leaves my lips.

"I think she's sorry for being a little slut who needed two cocks to be satisfied, isn't it?" Chris spits. Matt shushes him before turning back to me.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask, letting a tear roll down the side of my face.

"Of course not... just disappointed," Matt coos, bringing his thumb up to wipe away my tear.

"But that's what your punishment is for," Chris smirks, now also standing up to walk over to where Matt and I were stood.

"Punishement?" I sniffle. I looked over to Chris, who was standing behind Matt, with a sinister grin on his face.

"Well... you wanted two cocks soooo bad, so now you're gonna take them," Chris smirks, pulling me away from Matt's comforting touch. "Tell us how bad you want both of us to fuck you," Chris says, wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing lightly.

"S-so bad... I need it," I stutter, realising what my 'punishment' would be and realising it wasn't really a punishment at all.

"Fuckin' whore," Chris mutters, before crashing his lips into mine. His lips moved roughly, trying to claim my mouth entirely, and I was too focused on allowing his tongue into my mouth to notice that he was shifting us towards the bed.

The back of my knees hit the bed frame, causing me to fall backwards onto the mattress. Chris follows me and crawls onto the bed, positioning his legs between mine. He rejoins our lips while his hands explore my body. As our mouths fight for dominance, I feel the bed dip just above my head.

The kiss becomes more urgent as both of Chris's hands move to my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs. My shirt is next to go, shortly followed by my lace bra, leaving me in just my matching underwear.

Chris pulls back to admire my bare body beneath him while peeling off his own clothes. I take the opportunity to look around the room for Matt, and I find him sitting against the headboard, palming the stiff bulge in his pants.

I slide myself from underneath Chris and crawl up to Matt, climbing onto his lap. His hands travel down my body, softly groping and squeezing any chance he got. I lean my head down and pepper small kisses all over his neck until I reach the spot, just beneath his ear, which drives him wild.

"Shit," Matt groans, letting his head fall backwards as I suck a purple bruise into his skin. I feel a second pair of hands on my body, moving to pull down my last piece of clothing, leaving me completely naked.

I separate from Matt's neck, looking over my shoulder to find Chris in only his boxers. Matt was still fully dressed; so, I reached down to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. I then lifted my hips so that I could work on removing his pants.

I slid his boxers and pants off him and threw them somewhere in the room. His cock was painfully hard and sore, begging for attention. I slide off his lap and onto my stomach, bringing my mouth in line with his dick. I swirl my tongue around his red tip, licking up the drops of pre-cum, which spilt out.

"S-stop teasing," He moans, placing one of his hands on the back of my head, softly pushing my head down to take more of his length. I open my mouth wider, letting his cock hit the back of my throat before pulling up again. I keep deep-throating him until I feel Chris come up behind me.

"Lift your hips," He commands, grabbing my hips and forcing them up. With no warning Chris's cock pushes into me, filling me up completely. I focus back on Matt's cock, sucking his tip and rubbing the rest of his length whilst Chris is roughly thrusting into me.

"You're such a fucking slut, wasn't one of us enough for you, hm?" Chris groans as he continues to drill into me from behind, digging his fingertips into my hips. "Answer, bitch!" He says, delivering a harsh slap to my right ass cheek.

I yelp, disconnecting from Matt's dick once again. "N-no... I w-wanted b- AH, BOTH!" I yell, feeling another smack to my ass.

"Of course you did, because you're nothing but a whore," He speaks, giving me another firm slap, as he somehow thrusts his hips even faster into me.

"Chris, that's enough," Matt speaks up, looking down at my red and sore ass cheek.

"She's fine, aren't you, ma?" Chris asks, smoothing his hand over my ass before giving it another slap.

"Mhmm," I moan, giving Chris reassurance that I'm more than okay, before retreating my mouth back to Matt's cock. Chris's actions are becoming more jagged, indicating that he's coming close.

I focus on bringing Matt to his euphoria too, dragging my tongue up the prominent vein on his cock, before flattening my tongue around his length, hollowing my cheeks out, and bobbing my head up and down rhythmically.

Within seconds, his hand is pulling on my hair and thick, warm cum is shooting down my throat. Simultaneously, I feel Chris stutter his hips into me, releasing his load into my pussy.

They're both completely still until I feel Chris pull his semi-hard cock out of me and spread my ass apart, watching his cum drip out of me and onto Matt's bedsheets.

"Matt you've gotta fuck her, she feels amazing," Chris says, looking up at his brother who was still desperately trying to catch his breath from the best head he's ever recieved.

"Please fuck me Matt... I need it so bad," I beg, going back to straddling him.

"Get a condom and you can ride me all night, baby," Matt says. I happily reach over to his nightstand and pull out a condom; I rip it open and slide it over his dick.

"Your such a little pussy for wearing that," Chris says standing up and walking over to stand next to us.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm just cleaner than yo-," Matt spits back but is interrupted by the feeling of my pussy swallowing his cock. Chris rolls his eyes before pulling my hair into a make-shift pony tail.

"Y'gonna be a good girl and suck my dick while you ride him?" Chris asks, somewhat rhetorically, because this was my punishment... I had to do whatever they wanted.

I nodded my head as I began to grind my hips, causing moans to spill from both me and Matt. Chris tightens his grip on my hair and guides my mouth to his already hard again cock. This time, however, I had no control over my mouth as he placed his other hand on the side of my face and thrusted his dick to the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

"If y'think I'm letting you half-suck me like you did him you have another thing coming," Chris groans, as he continues to face-fuck me. I try my best to keep a solid rhythm on Matt's cock but it's proving to be a challenge so I grab his hands and place them on my waist, asking for help.

He takes the hint and softly helps me move my hips back and forth on his length. I speed up my movements, eleciting more moans from both me and Matt. However, my moans are drowned out by the wet sound of Chris's cock continuesly hitting the back of my throat.

"Mmph... I'm close baby, please don't stop," Matt moans, even though he's the one doing the majority of the work. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head, feeling my first orgasm fast-approching. I've been so busy allowing myself to be used that I didn't even realise that I haven't finished at all yet.

I hear a string of swear words fall from Chris's lips as he takes his dick into his hands, pumping it insanely fast. I stick my tongue out, awaiting for his cum.

"Fuck!" He exclaims, painting my tongue white with his cum. "Y'better swallow all of it," Chris moans, pulling his member out of my mouth. I swallow all of it down, just as he wanted, and I stick my tongue back out as proof.

"Good girl, you've been so obedient, haven't you?" Chris coos, pushing away the hair stuck to my forehead from all the sweat. I moan in response, feeling my orgasm about to crash over me.

"Shit, shit, shit," Matt chants, as I feel the condom in me fill up, and I finally feel my own satisfaction coming down onto me. I let out a pornographic moan, squeezing my eyes shut and grabbing onto Matt's shoulders for support as I slowly ride out my high.

Without even opening my eyes, I drop my head down to his shoulder, feeling our sweaty bodies fuse together.

"Holy shit," Chris laughs from next to us, causing me and Matt to also laugh. I peel my eyes open and look at both of them.

"So... I guess you guys found out," I say, slowly removing myself off Matt and wrapping myself up in his sheets.

"Yeah, maybe don't send around titty pics when they're that recognisable," Chris says, shaking his head. My cheeks blush bright red, although you could hardly tell, considering how blushed my face already was.

"C'mon, let's get you in a nice warm bath," Matt says, scooping me up from under his sheets.

-

I woke up the next morning in between two of the hottest guys ever. After we all cleaned up and Matt changed his sheets, we all settled into the couch and watched a movie. But we were all so exhausted that we didn't even get through half of it before passing out, all sprawled out on the couch.

Replaying the events leading up to this moment, I would've never thought that this was how it ended, but I would be absolutely crazy if I said that I'd want it to be any other way.

a/n; omg, this is longgg. anyway, this isn't as good as i wanted it to be, but it's my first time writing something like this, so i guess i can't be too picky. but thanks for reading, love you <3.

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[elliesglock]

AMARI LIVE ANALYSIS

okay hey bitches. again redoing my analyses so today we're doing on of my ogs. THE amari live. now this live is packed with details that are not super visible but if you pay attention you'll get rewarded. a lot of anons have asked me to put time stamps in my analyses so i shall from now on.

live begins and we see the arrangement of the beds. ice and ines on the bed, amari on the floor in front of the bed, and paige/azzi laying on the second bed. i wanna start off this analysis with one of my more delusional theories. lemme preface and say i have no idea who's room this was but in my head it was either p or azzi's. why do i believe this? in the beginning in the back you can say azzi's under the covers with her bonnet on. and in azzi universe that's bed time wear. she looks completely relaxed and it seems that she's obviously sharing this room with someone else. it could be paige's as well but either way azzi looks comfortable like as soon as they leave and end this live she'll STAY in that bed and probably not sleep 👀. either her and paige are gonna cuddle because they're already in that mode in this live or they're gonna spend some more time off camera before they have to go to their own rooms. just a little theory of mine, i'll prob come back to this a few times when i'm mentioning things that could prove this.

this whole live you can kinda tell azzi's still in that sleepy mode and every time p yells she looks way closer to a meltdown. not that dramatic but she looks so over it at times. which i get because this whole live paige is up and down, yelling, screaming acting like an ipad kid over lebron. and amari WILL not stop being messy with the comments which azzi is listening to and really not fucking w. at 5:53 we see paige yelling and screaming as usual, but when she goes back to the bed she's facing azzi and almost looking like she wants to lay on her. and she kinda does for a second imo. azzi prob gave her a face after she was yelling and she decided to calm down and cuddle her to say sorry for a second. the way her body language is when she sits down is almost like she's checking up on azzi cause her WHOLE body is turned to her when she sits down and her eyes are on her. usually turning your body towards someone shows a preoccupation with them. and when she lays down her leg comes up and her hips shift almost like she's rolling or laying on azzi 🥀. i'm so sorry girl ik that hurts. and lemme just say before i blow up the way they are acting this whole live is so coupley and IM OBSESSED. azzi getting annoyed, p being touchy as a sorry, paige rolling and laying all over her knowing she'd get yelled at if they weren't on camera. it's so coupley. during this time, amari's ass is so messy and reads out a comment that says "amari has a bf and paige has a gf." and i like to acknowledge ice because she can't hide her face and unfortunately becomes evidence all the time for pazzi nation. she very quickly goes "PAIGE DOESMT HAVE A GF" not even acknowledging the amari part. now it's hard to differentiate if it's because she sees a couple in front of her and paige's girlfriend and guiltily tries to lie terribly by just blurting that out, or if paige and azzi aren't together yet and she don't want anything to be started saying that...me personally i don't think pazzi were every acting different with or without the labels. so the second theory kinda doesn't matter to me. pazzi has always acted like a couple even when they weren't together, that was their problem. they were invested and from first glance had intimate tendencies while not being together. idk it's whatever yall wanna think about it i would love to hear your opinions. to me ice sounds really guilty and like she's trying to hide something. after this 6:11 p starts talking to az really softly for a moment and it might be her checking up on her again. that's how i feel. i feel like she's focused on her and talking to her to keep an eye. we know p's very perceptive to azzi and also protective.

also during this ice and amari but seem tense and start watching the camera, most likely because p and a are doing something in the back. 6:43 paige and azzi aren't involved in the convo between ice and ines, they're having their own convo most likely little spat. paige goes "azzi....are you serious? we can't do that." paige reveals that azzi wants her to play a game after ice kinda starts staring at them. it's such a cute thing to argue about. azzi wants to play with her girl and paige is like babe but lebron's on. 7:00-7:05 it seems like paige calms down and goes back to being occupied with azzi during the commercial breaks because as soon as the game comes back on she jumps from the bed and tells everyone to lock in. jus so domestic that when she's not watching she just wanna lay and talk to her girl. even though her girl wants her to play a game during lebron's legacy game. now if paige didn't wanna look nonchalant for the camera she'd DEF fold and play with az. who can resist? 7:22 now why tf this girl go back to azzi and kinda look like she sits on top

of her and starts teasing her. paige sorta starts cooing at her and almost sounds like she says "she so cuteeeee" maybe making fun of her pouting, and azzi responds "don't laugh at me" in a VERY pouty voice so idk the streets are saying p was smiling and teasing az for being pouty. idk how to describe it but p seems like teasy flirty in this live. i wanna say dom but im not trying to get sniped so teasy flirty it is. her energy gives she wants to squeeze azzi's cheeks and make fun of her for how cute she is. she acts like this when she gets back to the bed and it almost seems like she leans down in azzi's face and teases her some more. maybe azzi is still pouty but gets blushy? u can hear a little smile in azzi's voice. 7:25 ice clocks it and looks over probably seeing pazzi being cuddly and close to one another. so when amari looks back, ice looks at her as a sort of warning. therefore, amari shifts herself so she's covering pazzi. that just tells me they looked close enough to almost kissing each other or they were being flirty and ice wanted to make sure they were covered from cameras view. paige eventually locks back in and goes back to watching but i find it so cute she was obv very invested in the game but MUCH MORE invested in her girl at the end of the day. ice is still a little nervous obv because anytime paige moves she looks back to make sure she doesn't have to signal amari again. ice i can read ur mind pookie.

8:53 azzi says move! she's so over her but that's her girl and she's gonna stick beside her. guess all those apology cuddles from p went out the door the minute p stood back up cause paige doesn't even care anymore 🥀. 10:53 azzi says shush i'm trying to hearwhen p is talking. at times like this i feel like azzi is the only one who can talk to p like this cause ive never seen p BE QUIET when she's told to be quiet. like she don't even listen to geno but by god she's going to listen to her girl. mouth shuts too quick and ines almost seems like she wants to laugh at her parents. paige looks like a kicked puppy and keeps looking back at azzi afterwards. she's like bae you always let me yap whatttt 💔. but azzi is just princess to everyone cause she says be quiet EVERYBODY quiets down oooo that's a bad bitch. paige knows she got a baddie too cause she always listens to az. somebody in the comment says "yall afraid of azzi? nobody even on that bed with her..." which is so true because not even clingy ass PAIGE is with her so she knew her girl meant business. (16:14) amari is talking about the comments and saying how when azzi said shut up they all did. and paige pipes up (cause she's also the only one allowed to do this) and says because of lebron not because of azzi! u sure about that twin? ur voice is shaking a bit. also she was screaming when lebron was on so YES obv you shut up because of azzi u damn liar. final moment, we get the legendary moment where amari is being messy AGAIN (this is becoming a theme) where she reads and says "Paige someone is going to take you out to breakfast" and azzi is over ittttttttt. she said take my girl where??? she says "better not" in this tone that can be so easily spotted as jealousy. she genuinely is not fucking w the idea of someone having dates or wanting her girl at all. jealous azzi agenda come home we miss you in this drought. she's gotten more subtle with her menacy behavior but she will NOT allow anyone to hit on paige and ive always felt if someone tried to hit on her she'd be blunt asf and say that's my girlfriend btw.

kinda not edited at all sorry guys i'll go back and edit it. but it's longer than my original, happy reading! lmk your thoughts

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Nokia ib: nokia by drake please listen while you read :) tashi x fem reader part 2 here

cw: nsfw (18+), fingering, public sex (kinda), drunk sex

stop teasing me, yeah, what? stop teasing me

Tashi could recognize you anywhere. In a crowded room of hot and sweaty bodies, music blasting. Several of her senses were impaired but she still spotted you from the moment you walked in.

Opium was the hot spot for who’s who every friday night, so no surprise she was there. The question was why were you there? The studious college student she had met all those months ago who rarely partied.

You and Tashi had met after she came to talk at your university. She talked about the ups and downs of her career as a tennis player turned tennis couch turned entrepreneur. There were also rumors that she was going through a divorce, but the carefully curated line of questioning seemed to avoid that topic.

After the talk a few girls hung back for the chance to talk to Tashi and take pictures. You were last in line so it was just you and Tashi left in the auditorium.

You can’t even remember what dumb question you asked her but you can remember the insta and connection you felt to her. It was like magic. If magic existed, that was the closest you’d ever come to it.

You also remember the fateful words Tashi said, “I have a few hours before my next meeting, did you want to get lunch?”

She said lunch yet no food was eaten. But I guess technically you did eat something else…

So she had you sign an NDA and sent you on your way, not thinking she’d see you again.

Surprised was an understatement, but she kept her face neutral as she watched you like a hawk as the night went on.

She didn’t even want to come out that night but Patrick had begged her. Saying that he’d been playing well lately and deserved a break. She was fully opposed, insisting that he go with Art instead. But Art offered to stay home with Lily, saying that “You deserve to have some fun too.”

So here she was. Standing at a high top table, watching her ex-hookup on the dance floor. You came with your friends but as far as Tashi was concerned you were the only one on the dance floor.

Patrick came back with some drinks from the bar. He smirks watching Tashi with her eyes on you. “If you stare hard enough you’ll turn her into stone.”

She side eyes Patrick, her face unamused, “Fuck off.”

He sips his drink and then he realizes, “Wait a minute…you so wanna fuck her!”

Tashi tilts her head to the side before she takes a sip of her drink, “I thought age was supposed to improve critical thinking skills.”

He analyses her face for a second more, “No you’re right I was wrong,” He takes a step closer to her whispering in her ear, “You already fucked her didn’t you?” He watches Tashi face for a moment. Still unmoving, no reaction to the words he said.

He nods to himself, “Good luck with that.” And with that he picks up his drink and walks into the crowd.

She scoffs sipping her drink again. She turns back to look at you again only to lock eyes with you. You were staring right back at her.

She holds your eye contact. You break it to start grinding on the next guy that approaches you.

So that’s how this was gonna be. Fine.

Throughout the night Tashi had been approached by so many different guys and girls she couldn’t even keep track of their names. Stacy? Becky? Keisha? Ellie? Dani? Doesn’t matter.

Sneaking glances in the middle of making small talk to people she wasn’t even interested in. She just hoped you were paying attention to her the same way she was paying attention to you.

And you were.

But you were definitely teasing her. Dancing on whoever showed you even a little interest. Grinding, shaking ass, whatever the music called for, and she watched it all. Wishing it was her instead.

But Tashi wasn’t one to play games for long.

She watched as you whispered in the ear of the girl you were dancing on before you parted ways, making your way to the bathroom. None of your friends following you which would be a little concerning if you were alone but worked out perfectly for Tashi.

She followed a few steps behind you. There were single bathrooms. You didn’t notice until there was a hand stopping you from closing the bathroom door shut. You make eye contact before Tashi slams the door behind her.

“You think this is a game?” is the first out of Tashi’s mouth.

You let out a huff from your nose, smiling while you pull your panties down from under your dress. You make direct eye contact with her as you piss, “I mean this has been pretty fun for me, so if you want to think of it as a game, sure. But you’re the one getting played.”

You wipe and flush the toilet before moving to wash your hands. Tashi steps closer until she’s directly behind you, pressing up against your back.

She leans in closer, making eye contact with you in the bathroom mirror over the sink, “Let’s not forget whose name you were moaning out like a slut three weeks ago,” She whispers in your ear.

You can help the wave of pleasure that washes you over you as you reminisce your time previously spent with Tashi. The way she ate you out like she was performing surgery, meticulous and effective. You’ve never finished so fast before.

“That was a lifetime ago,” You dismiss her, breaking eye contact to turn off the faucet. You’re about to reach down to pull up your panties until Tashi moves her hand under your dress. She finds your hole, teasing the pad of her middle finger against your entrance.

You suck in a sharp breath through your nose.

“Seems like someone’s remembering now huh?” She says, smug as ever. Then she’s pushing her finger in. Nice and easy, considering how wet you are.

You go to rest your hands on the bathroom counter, letting your head fall forward. But that doesn’t last long. Tashi’s hand runs up the nape of your neck, fisting a handful hair. This effectively pulls your head up, causing you to make eye contact in the mirror once again.

She adds another finger, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart on my fingers, so you don’t forget this time.”

You bite your lip trying to stay quiet until Tashi starts curling her fingers,

pressing up against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck Tashi,” You whine as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out.

“Touch yourself,” She spits out, keeping up her pace.

You move your hand down to rub at the bundle of nerves, enhancing the pleasure your feeling. You’re not sure how much longer you can last.

There’s a banging on the bathroom door, probably someone who needs to go but there are several single bathrooms on this floor.

“Tell them it’s occupied,” She whispers in your ear while picking up the pace.

You clear your throat, about to speak until you can feel the rush of your orgasm sweeping over you, “Ah fuck baby, I’m coming,” You basically yell.

Tashi smirks, knowing that the person outside probably heard. But there was no more knocking so hopefully they made the smart choice to find another bathroom.

She pulls her fingers out slowly, completely covered in your juices. She brings those fingers to your mouth. You open, letting her push her fingers in. Tongue swirling all around, sucking every last drop, cleaning up the mess you made.

“That’s my girl,” Tashi says softly, letting go of your hair and placing a kiss on your cheek, “Look at yourself, completely wrecked.”

And she was right. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, your dress was askew. Your panties were still pulled down around your thighs.

You try to turn your head to capture her lips in kiss but she steps around you, starting to wash her hands in the sink.

“If you think you’re going to play games with me and still have me, then you really don’t know me. You’re lucky I even made you come to begin with.” She grabs some paper towel to dry her hands off.

She checks herself in the mirror. Hair in place, makeup still perfect, and dress still laid perfectly over her body. She grabs the door handle, “This still falls under your NDA by the way.”

And then she’s gone.

Tashi walks out of the bathroom triumphantly, perfect as ever, while you remain in the bathroom trying to get yourself together.

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a/n: big shoutout to ava (tacobacoyeet) for the idea :)