#i didn’t really expect to be posting updates the way i did and i DEFINITELY didn’t expect ppl to have me be their source of rvb news

[leonardalphachurch]

okay that’s done. no commentary for the news posts bc those are just news.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Doting

Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles

Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)

An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the “Baby’s first words” post 😔 it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

Oh, your loving husband is all over you while you’re pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks you’re so strong for carrying his heir.

He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When he’s away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.

You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. It’s three a.m and you’re crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? He’s heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.

He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didn’t come naturally to him. He wasn’t born knowing how to meet people where they’re at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and that’s the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.

He’s the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didn’t come to him naturally, being a father did.

SUGURU

He’s such a “sit down and let me do it for you” while you’re pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.

Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while you’re pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.

Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. He’ll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.

This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they don’t listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though you’ve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, he’s made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kid’s life.

He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really don’t give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.

TOJI

Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.

He is so incredibly gentle while you’re pregnant. He doesn’t rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that you’re carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.

This man… whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Toji’s the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.

He adores your body. He’ll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while he’s rubbing the lotion and oil on you.

Your breasts are sore? He’ll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? He’d be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.

And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. i’m sorry but he would.

Final thing is, you better believe that he doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while you’re pregnant. If he could, he’d lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.

SUKUNA

On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.

He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, you’re usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.

The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.

He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to “make them do it again”.

Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while you’re heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.

During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that you’re okay and this was natural.

After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when he’s cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.

NANAMI

Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.

Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that you’re pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.

He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. He’s constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.

Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When he’s at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that you’re okay and taking care of yourself, but let’s be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).

When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.

Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, he’s immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.

Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while you’re giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.

[remxedmoon]

(You don’t know how much longer you can do this.)

hi the wip for this was absolutely not supposed to blow up. why does that have 1k notes. horrifying. anyways!!!! it’s update time baby!!!! 64 new assets this time around!

so that’s what the caption was supposed to be. this update was already pretty damn big and took a ton of time to make!!! and i was finally done!! but then my hand slipped and now we’re at 143 new assets. super sorry for the delay! That Was Not Supposed To Happen.

i’ll go more indepth below the cut, but this update encompasses all menu/profile art for both isat and sasasaap, battle portraits for sasasaap, every single pixel icon in isat (to my knowledge anyways), the dialogue skipping animations, and a few miscellaneous additions.

also i spent too much time on these to put them below the cut so Please God Look At My Icon Resprites I Spent 16 Hours On Them. enjoy!

okay first things first. why the hell is this batch 143 assets. so. i HEAVILY underestimated how many times the menu drawings are used in the games. even removing all of the custom art, it’s still ≈30-40 variations! that’s a lot! and once i finally finished everything, i got Posting Anxiety and somehow convinced myself that attempting Animation And Pixel Art (two things i haven’t done in YEARS) would be easier than writing a normal post. so here we are.

the custom art here is pretty much par for the course at this point. extra menu art for bonnie, extra expressions for the party in act 5, we’ve done this enough times that it’s expected. i am aware that bonnie’s custom menu art gets completely covered by the ui. i kept it in because it’s really funny (and also i didn’t feel like extending the sprite (but then the sasasaap version forced me to extend the sprite anyways so Whartever)).

once again, provided a spritesheet for sasasaap’s battle portraits! i do intend to cover both games, it’s just a slightly lower priority atm. unlike isat though, i’ve got Less (read “No”) experience with sasasaap, so there might be more issues with those assets?? apologies if there are, i’ll try to fix any issues that come up!

the Miscellaneous Additions i mentioned above are the sprites used on the teleport map and the loading screen, which is just a tiny version of the skipping animation. they were pretty small, so i figured i might as well get them out of the way!

not actually much to say about the 75 icons surprisingly! i haven’t done pixel art in about 5 years?? and that’s a Travesty actually these were super fun to make. i did make mockups for the overworld sprites earlier, but they aren’t Officially part of the redraws (yet) so they’re getting posted seperately

and also!! some exciting news!! this project might actually become a Proper Published Mod pretty soon!! i’ve been in contact with someone who’s willing to help me get everything set up, and i’ll be getting a Usable Computer around the end of the year!!!! it’ll still be at least a month before it’s up (i’d like to get the enemy art finished beforehand wauaua) but!!! still exciting!

okay, i think that’s everything relevant to the update!! i Definitely can’t fit all of the relevant assets here lol. but i’ll try my best ! please enjoy !!

[penelopeswifey]

ACCIDENTALLY YOURS!

CHAPTER 3 — WEIRDO!

a/n: so.. hey.. happy new year.. merry christmas... happy halloween. I'm SORRY FOR SAYING ID UPDATE MORE THEN LEAVING AND NEVER COMING BACK. I really forgot about Tumblr after a few days ☹️☹️ but HERE I hope you all had a good 2024 and a even better 2025!!

You just sat on your chair, contemplating life while deciding if you even wanted to live it

This is so humiliating.

Just when you thought your day couldn't get worse, you got a notification from someone you would rather die than talk to.

There is no fucking way.

Y/N stared at their phone screen, frozen.

" Funny how you kept whining about how overrated I was, wanna talk about those stories you've made? "

No. No. No.

The words burned into your brain as you read them over and over again. Scaramouche. THE Scaramouche.. The idol you dragged through the mud on countless streams and tweets. The same idol who was, apparently, now aware of your other identity.. the anonymous fanfiction writer who had single-handedly written half the internet’s “Scaramouche x Reader” content. The same person who shitted on him so much time!

You dropped your phone onto the desk and buried your face in your hands. Nope. This isn’t real. This is all a dream. It can’t be real. Why would it be real? There’s no way this is real. But when you peeked through your fingers, the message was still there, on the phone like it demanded your attention.

“Why.. why is this happening to me?” you whispered to yourself. Your brain was screaming at you to respond, but also screaming at you to jump out of your window where you could die or move to the countryside and become a farmer. But your fingers refused to move. What could you even say?

" Haha, just a prank, broski! " No, too weird. Who the hell says that.

" That wasn't me!.. " Yeah, because your whole stream was definitely ai generated.

No, none of this would work.

Maybe you could ignore it. Pretend you didn’t see the message. But what if he posted about it? What if he already had? But, he couldn't right?! He's an idol.. but just out of paranoia, you frantically opened Twitter, scanning his feed. Nothing. Yet.

Dropping your phone back onto the desk, you screamed into your hands begging to be taken out. But you were going through that crisis, your phone buzzed again. Another message.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” you muttered as you grabbed their phone.

Please don't be him again.

" I have to say, you’ve got quite the imagination. Because some of those scenarios? Bold. "

Your soul left your body. He read them. He actually read them. How many? Which ones? Did he see the one where he- no. nope, nope, nope. don't you dare think about that.

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, shaking. After a deep breath, you typed something anything- to atleast be able to solve this issue!

“ I can explain? 😁.. "

The response was immediate.

"Oh, please do. I'm very interested. "

You let out a strangled noise somewhere between a groan and a scream. Why did he have to be so smug about this?! This was his fault!, with his stupid face and his stupid voice and his stupid way of being the perfect material to write about! This is all his fault he knows damn well how he's acting In front of the camera does he expect no one to be taking one for the team and writing about him?!

“Look,” you typed, trying to sound calm, “it’s not like I’m the only one who writes this stuff. You just happened to find mine. "

His reply came in less than ten seconds.

“ Not hard to find when you've basically written half of the internet's fanfiction about me. "

You nearly chucked your phone across the room. Yes, death is definitely a better option, where's the nearest window? You couldn't even think straight before you typed back and sent

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you shot back

“ Oh, absolutely. This is the best thing I’ve seen all week. Do you always write such... intense stuff, or was it just for me? "

There's no coming back from that. You groaned, slamming your head onto the desk. There was no way you were living this down. Ever.

Driven by emotions instead of rationality, you texted back.

“I hate you.”

Another buzz.

“Doesn’t seem like it, judging by what you've written about me. "

You let out a soundless scream, shoving your chair back and pacing around the room, making laps as you ran around the house. Your heart was racing, your face felt like it was on fire.. out of embarrassment of course, NOT because you're interacting with THE scaramouche- the same one who in your fics did- yeah, stop.

Ignoring the continuous buzz of notifications erupting from your phone, you finally sat down from running laps and thought to yourself, knowing you just pulled yourself in a hole you sure as hell won't be escaping anytime soon.

He wasn't going to let this go, was he?

—

ACCIDENTALLY YOURS!

SYPNOSIS: You, a well-known streamer, have always kept your two hobbies separate. By day, you entertain thousands with your snarky commentary, but by night, you secretly write. fanfiction about your favorite idol, Balladeer. It was a guilty pleasure—until a late-night stream led to a slip of the tongue and exposed your secret to the world!

In a single moment of poor judgment and a misclick, which by the way was totally not your fault!.. I think.. clips and memes about you spread like wildfire! It was embarrassing enough for everyone to know about your fanfiction, but it spiraled down even further when they discovered you were writing about the very idol you  constantly claimed was overrated.

Just as you wallowed in self-pity, a notification pings on your phone. A familiar username and a blue checkmark.

Shit.

accidentally yours masterlist: chapter 4 —

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taglist

@kaeuri @kazumiku @kyouzki @skyoverkill1 @flowzel @lalalaloveallmydays @sketcheeee @vi0let-writes @kunikuzushis-darling @js-a-silly-little-guy @simonisferal @jayzioxx @naevis-callingae @vxmp-loml @dxrling-xing  @suzueuieeeee @kinanahan @help-whatdoimakemyusername @khisuko @dearanemo @heusalettle @v4lerixxq @catorkitty @khsuvy @reivelmin

[hvlplvss]

| you know other women?

summary: in which y/n gets jealous over colby and he says the wrong thing.

warnings: y/n is lowkey toxic in ngl. but nothing serious. suggestive at the end, but no actual smut.

colby had recently been away, he’d been busy with sam filming some things for hell week. of course, he’d update y/n, his girlfriend of eight months, about what had happened and if he was okay.

he also posted updates on social media, which y/n was always excited to look at. always leaving a cute comment, or saying how much she missed him. something sweet.

but the post that she received on her instagram feed this morning, did not make her want to leave a sweet comment.

colby and sam were pictured, their friend amanda in between them. but what really got y/n in a pissy mood was the arm that hung over amanda’s shoulder. it was colby’s arm.

just like what he used to do when he first met y/n. so of course, the girl was annoyed and jealous. she didn’t even feel the need to like the post, let alone comment. she ignored it.

colby was expected to be home by the next morning, so y/n told herself to ignore the messages she received from colby that day. just so she could hold the grudge against him

colby looked at the four unread messages he had sent to y/n. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. he turned towards sam showing him the messages, “have you heard from y/n at all today?” he asked.

“uhh yeah…” sam answered in confusion, “i messaged her this morning and she replied,” colby took his phone back and looked down at the messages once again. he decided to just send one last message to let her know that the two of them were nearly home. but once again there was no response.

he couldn’t understand what was wrong. had something happened at home while he was gone? maybe, a family issue? or had he done something that he hadn’t realised he’d done? he wasn’t sure, but he was slightly pissed off at the way she was acting.

the duo arrived back home finally, after a week of being gone. “we’re home, y/n!” colby yelled, in hopes of his girlfriend running down the stairs to greet him at the door. but nothing. no footsteps of her getting up, or a door creaking open. nothing.

colby looked over to sam, “i better go find her, she’s probably in a shitty mood,” the boy explained. sam nodded and walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

colby ascended the stairs and headed straight for his and y/n’s room. it was eerily quiet, so he decided to knock on the door as it was sealed shut, which definitely meant y/n was in a bad mood.

there was no reply, but he still opened the door anyway. colby peered into the room and saw y/n sat at her vanity table, which was slotted in the corner of the room, which was her side.

colby stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. he walked over to y/n, no reaction coming from her, even though her boyfriend had just came back from a week long trip.

“hey beautiful,” colby smiled, kissing the top of her head. still no response. colby looked at y/n in the mirror, but she didn’t even look back. she stared straight ahead, as she applied her concealer under her eyes.

colby huffed in frustration. something was clearly going on with his girlfriend, but she wouldn’t even speak to him at all, so how on earth was he supposed to find out.

“great, okay then, ignore me,” colby muttered under his breath, walking back to the bed. y/n looked at where colby had retreated to, glaring at his back to the point colby could feel the burning stare in his back.

y/n looked back at herself in the mirror, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in. colby laid back on the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

he opened instagram to check for any updates. he first checked on his own account, looking at his recent post.

which is when he realised. y/n hadn’t liked, nor commented on his post. which she always would do.

he then caught onto the reason why y/n was acting like this. he zoomed into the picture. where his arm hung loosely over amanda’s shoulder.

colby rolled his eyes and let out a scoff. he sat up on the bed, and held his phone out so y/n would be able to see the reflection of his phone in the vanity mirror.

“this is what you’re pissed about?” colby asked, his eyebrows raised.

y/n stilled her hand, which was now drawing eyeliner on her eyelid. she looked over to the reflection and looked back at herself, giving colby the answer to his question.

colby sat up even further and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “you’re the most jealous woman i know,” he stated, a slight smirk on his face.

y/n’s eyes looked up at herself in the mirror, then she turned around in her seat to look over at her boyfriend, who still wore a smirk.

“you know other women?” y/n spoke, for the first time.

colby rolled his eyes, throwing his head back, standing up and walking over to y/n, “oh come on y/n, everyone knows i only want you,”

colby stood behind y/n looking down at her in the mirror. “i’d hope so colby. i’m the only one for you,” she answered.

colby’s hand came up to the girls neck, wrapping his hand around it. “my jealous girl. now, you gonna make up for the attitude you’ve had?” colby spoke in a low voice, leaning down to y/n’s ear level.

she looked at colby innocently in the mirror, “or how about you fuck the attitude out of me?”

[wosoamazing]

Leah's Return

Part 6 - Fire on Fire Series

A/N: Sorry this one is short, updates may not be as regular in the next few weeks bc Uni is getting a little hectic... (I know I posted one yesterday but I don't know if I 100% like this so I'm just getting it out)

The game today was the one Leah expected to be making her return, it also was the game your parents had decided to come to. There was some irony in that, as your parents were most likely going to ruin a night that was meant to be fun and celebrate the return of Leah. However you ignored the fact they were there, not even looking for them in the stands before the game started.

At 61 minutes Leah was subbed on and the reception was great. The game finished amazingly with Arsenal beating Reading 6-0.

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As soon as the whistle blew you ran up to Leah and hugged her.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you told her as you patted her on her back, “I have to go speak to them now, but I will see you later,” she nodded as said something along the lines of thank you and good luck before you walked off.

You quickly found your parents in the stands and walked up to them.

“Look at you two playing the supportive parent role”, you said as you greeted them, seeing how they had brand new Arsenal Jerseys on which had your number on them, and to top it all off they had Mum and Dad written across the back.

“Y/N, respect please,” You Dad beckoned,

“I’ll decide how I treat you when you tell me the real reason your here,” you pointedly said

“Can we go somewhere else?” He asked.

 “No we are doing this here,” “Well, your father and I are giving you one last chance before we cut you off, you can decide, but there won’t be anymore chances, we will buy you whatever house, wherever you want, and we will pay for all your expenses whilst you study, all you need to do is quit.” 

“No,” you reply, looking at her dead in the face.

“No?” They both questioned, expecting you to put up a fight. 

“No, I’m not giving up the thing I love. Just to fulfil your wishes and your distorted reality. You didn’t raise me anyway so you cutting me off won't do much harm,” you walked off, and made your way into the locker room, quickly having a shower before you jumped in your car and headed home, to start getting ready for tonight, at least tonight you could drink and forget about it all.

_____

It was later that night and your plan to drink and forget it all had definitely not worked, you hadn’t actually drunk at all, knowing all too well it wasn’t the best idea at all to drown your sorrows but you also felt like shit. You couldn’t believe they came all the way just to cut you off, clearly having no respect for the date that was steadily approaching in two days. You just wanted to go home, however as you were meant to be going home with Leah you didn’t know if that was an option, as this was her night and she should have fun, however as you looked around the bar you noticed Beth and Viv together, so you decided to ask them if they could take you home.

“Can you take me home? I know it’s really early, but I’m just not feeling the best and I don’t want to make Leah leave early.” “Of course, we were thinking of heading off now anyway,” Viv told you and Beth rolled her eyes.

You were sitting in the back seat head resting against the window, when Beth asked if you were okay, and you mumbled a small ‘yeah’ before small soft tears started to roll down your cheeks.

Both women followed you into your home but you didn't question it, you were honestly expecting it, however you just ignored them and walked into your room.

You were scrolling on tik tok when the fifth edit of your parents and you from the game showed up on your screen, with the caption saying how supportive your parents were. Before you could even think you flung your phone out of your hand and it hit the wall

You threw your phone across the room as hot angry tears started to flow down your face.

“Hey, what's going on?” Beth asked as she opened the door, “are you okay?”

“No, but that doesn’t matter, sorry if I scared you, I threw my phone, I didn’t want to see another edit or post of me and them from tonight. People are saying they are supportive, but they aren’t, and I mean I did have my aunts but it’s still different. Knowing your parents are literally throwing millions of dollars at you so that you do what they want. Knowing they disapprove of what you do so much that they would do that. It’s fucked, and it’s fucking unfair,” you took a deep breath before more tears started to stream down your face, “I’m sorry.”

“It is unfair. It is a fucked up situation and you have nothing to be sorry about,” Beth said as she walked up to you, and wrapped her arms around you. You practically collapsed into her, needing any form of comfort. “Should we call Stina?” She questioned

“No,” you had called Stina enough over the past few years, tonight was date night and you weren’t going to interrupt her night, “oh you can go if you want,” you said as you tried to pull out of her arms, getting the sense that she didn’t want to stay.

“No, that's not what I meant. I just didn't know if you would want your best friend or not?”

“No, it's okay, and you're one of my best friends now too,” you admitted, shortly after hearing a sniffle, looking up to see some tears had fallen from Beth’s eyes.

“You’re a fat softy you know that, right?” you told her before pulling her in for a massive hug.

You spent the rest of the evening on the couch with Beth and Viv watching a movie.

[toxic3mmy]

Star Struck

prompt: you get a message from alex on tumblr

hai lovely peeps <3

this is gonna be a short little book type thing with a few more chapters to come

i hope you guys enjoy!

ps- ill try my best to update this series at least once a week!!!

you mindlessly scrolled through tumblr. yes it wasn’t 2015 anymore but you still used the app religiously. you had a good number of followers, too.

you posted about all the emo and alternative music you were into and not to mention the youtubers who you loved.

your number one favorite youtuber was alexis quackity. you related to him in many different ways. he made you laugh on days you weren’t doing too well. he meant a lot to you, even if you didn’t know him personally and it was all most likely just an internet personality.

still, you found yourself talking about his latest let’s talk streams or even his random tweets. you loved having a community of online mutuals that felt the same way about quackity.

____

halfway across the country, alexis sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty takeout boxes and energy drink cans. his eyes were glued to the computer screen, the glow from the monitor reflecting off his square-rimmed glasses. his mouse hand hovered over the keyboard, poised to respond to the endless stream of comments that flooded his youtube channel. his thumbs danced across his phone, scrolling through the notifications that seemed to never end.

it had been a wild ride for alexis since he started streaming games and posting videos under the moniker 'Quackity'. the fame had come quickly, and with it, the adoration of millions of fans around the globe.

sometimes alex would take the time and look through his community of devoted fans. he would use throwaway accounts to simply be unknown for once and just see what there was out there.

his fans were so unbelievably talented. many of them were amazing artists making portraits of him or even writing songs for him. some were even exceptional writers and the fanfiction stories he’d come across were actually pretty good.

amidst the digital chaos, one fan seemed to stand out from the rest. y/n, with her username 'Y/NIsNotHere', had caught his attention with her thoughtful comments and unyielding support. He clicked on her tumblr profile, and there it was: a fan account dedicated solely to him.

her profile was a shrine to his digital persona, filled with meticulously edited gifs, screenshots from his streams, and heartfelt notes about how his content had changed her life. Alexis felt a strange mix of flattery and curiosity. he hovered over the 'send message' button, his heart racing with excitement.

what did she look like? what was her voice like? would she be as amazing as she seemed? with a deep breath, he typed out a simple hello.

granted, he was using a secret throwaway tumblr account so he didn’t expect for an immediate response. and yet, the response still came rather quickly.

Y/Nisnothere: hi! whats up?

emoboy666_: nothing much, just surfin da web. so you’re a fan of quackity?

Y/Nisnothere: yeah im definitely a huge fan. there’s just something about him you know? he’s different, he makes me feel okay

alexis’ cheeks heated up after reading the compliment. he smiled softly as he continued to message you

emoboy666_: i totally get you! it’s nice to be distracted from things

Y/Nisnothere: for sure! so tell me about yourself

emoboy666_: well, im in my early 20s.. im mexican, i love video games and art….. oh and you can just call me A

Y/Nisnothere: well im 21, im also mexican, im also really into all things artsy and nerdy and well, emo lol, and you can just call me y/n :3

emoboy666_: i’m glad we have some things in common! your blog is really cool btw, it’s like a hidden gem amongst the cyber world

Y/Nisnothere: aw thanks! that’s really sweet of you to say <3

emoboy666_: no prob (: so, what are you doing right now?

Y/Nisnothere: oh not much, trying to do homework but getting distracted by tumblr and twitter lol. and u?

emoboy666_: oh same here, what do you study?

Y/Nisnothere: i’m studying art

emoboy666_: that’s awesome! maybe you should show me some of your work sometime

Y/Nisnothere: yeah! id love to (:

emoboy666: me too (:

Y/Nisnothere: (: <3

the two of you continued to message each other practically all night. you were happy to have made a new online friend and alexis was happy to get to know one of his fans.

neither of you truly knew who was on the other end of the phone but you still really enjoyed talking to one another. it was refreshing for the two of you.

you fell asleep with thoughts of your new friend, A

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I'll be here.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Warnings: Mention of shooting.

Summary: Casey Novak was censured after a Brady violation. She felt ashamed of what had happened so she decided to push everyone away. Little did she know that destiny had other plans, and she crosses paths once again with the one and only Alexandra Cabot.

A/n: A surprise fic on a random Friday? Yep, definitely😌 A soft (and angsty) Calex fic, there was an episode that helped me think of this idea (also we not liking Kim Greylek here as usual) and @saurgaeee also helped create this. Though yes...it does have angst. I’m slowly recovering and I had this in my drafts, so I decided to post it, and I promise the rest will come (eventually😭) and I’ll do an update of fics that are coming next week🫶🏻 Keep the requests coming you guys! Enjoy and leave your comments, reblogs, hearts, whatever you'd like, will be very much appreciated🫶🏻 (not proofread)

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Casey Novak had made it her mission to not let anyone intimidate her once she started in Sex Crimes. Going to Law School, the last thing she expected was to end up where she was at the moment. After working with Mary Clark, she really thought that she wanted to be like her and if she could stay with her, her life would probably be easier. Working in White Collar had definitely taught her a lot, but the things she learned in Sex Crimes were beyond her knowledge. Of course she knew it wouldn’t be easy, she knew what she was getting herself into, and after trying to talk to Branch the first time, she knew there was no way out, and to be honest, she didn’t mind. She knew the squad saw her as someone tough and that really didn’t care about the victims, but she did, she really did care for them, she cared about the case, she wanted to get them the justice they deserved, she’d do anything for them, even if it meant getting herself in trouble.

But the last thing she expected was to go beyond her limits and get to the point where she had risked her career for a case that still ended up going to the trash, no matter how they had handled it, she knew the case would end up going bad for them and there was nothing they could’ve done to fix it. And yet, she risked her job and her license, and here she was now; sitting at the bar after standing for an hour or so before the bar listening to them talking about the lack of professionalism that she had in this case, and that she was lucky enough to not lose her license, they were taking in consideration something that Elizabeth Donnelly had told them, and that was the only reason she was still given a chance to keep her license, but…she would be censured for three years. She honestly expected worse after the conversation she had with Elizabeth, she expected them to really take away her license, but thankfully they didn’t.

Now she was sitting at the bar thinking of all the decisions she had taken in the last few years, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next. What was she supposed to work in? She was lost, she was confused as to why she let this happen to her; what was done, was done. She had to pay for what she did, even if the consequences destroyed her. The squad had tried to call her to find out what had happened, even Elizabeth had tried to call, but Casey couldn’t bear the thought of telling them that she was not coming back to SVU, someone else would tell them, they’d have another ADA. After five years of working with them, there would be a new ADA, and she really believed that she’d work with them until she couldn’t do it anymore. But this was on her, and no one else. She asked for another drink, maybe the fourth or fifth, she had lost count of them now, but she didn’t care. She had nothing better to do anyway. For a moment her eyes registered the whole bar, knowing this was a bar that the squad normally came to, and she hoped she wouldn’t find anyone here, but then her eyes landed on someone; a blonde. She frowned as she tried to focus her eyes, the drinks now getting to her. It couldn’t be, could it?”

“Casey Novak.”

Casey’s eyes widened a bit as Alexandra Cabot stood right in front of her. “Alex…you’re back.”

Alex chuckled softly as she nodded. “Yeah, well…I was missing New York and I thought that it was finally time to come back.” She grinned. “May I sit with you?”

Casey nodded. “I’m here on my own so…some company won’t hurt.” She grinned as she looked at Alex, resting her head against her hand. “So, Alexandra Cabot is really back.”

Alex nodded as she smiled. “Sort of.” She looked at Casey. “I’m helping McCoy with some cases right now.”

“Are you making your great comeback to SVU?” Casey smiled, even if it hurt her to ask the question.

Alex frowned. “Why would I? They have you.” She grinned.

Casey sighed as she looked at her drink and shook her head. “Not anymore, Cabot.” She finished her drink and placed the empty glass in front of her.

Alex looked at her with a confused look, completely lost. “What do you mean?”

“I was censured for three years.” Casey looked back at Alex with a serious look. “Brady violation.”

Alex tilted her head. “Case…”

“I did this to myself, Alex. No need to feel sorry for me.” Casey offered a sad smile. “Liz is right…I lost perspective.”

“She did this?”

“I mean, I’m sure Petrovsky talked to her, and then Liz decided that it was for the best. I’m sure she thought that if I got away this time, then I’d do it again, and she couldn’t allow that to happen.” Casey looked down at her empty glass and shrugged. “I deserve it, Alex. I shouldn’t have done this. And either way…things went bad.”

Alex grabbed Casey’s hand on hers, making her look back at Alex. “You did what you had to do, Casey. This job…sometimes we cannot help it, and we do the things that we think are right. And I’m sure you did this for a good reason.”

Casey shook her head as she felt her eyes getting teary. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, Alex.” She whispered softly.

Alex sighed softly as she stood up, wrapping her arms around Casey, hugging her tightly. “I’ll be here, Casey. You’re not gonna go through this alone.”

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Alex had been quiet on her return to Manhattan, she had agreed with McCoy that she’d be helping him with some cases, ending up working in appeals. She had made sure that her comeback hadn’t been the big deal around the office or out of the office, still not ready to let the squad know that she was back just yet. She had heard that there was a new ADA, there were rumors going around her own office about Sex Crimes, and as much as she wanted to know them, she knew that there was no point in getting involved in any of that. She also knew that if Casey ever found out that they were talking about her and now getting involved in talks about the new ADA, would hurt her. Alex had spent most of her time checking in on Casey, after work, she always headed back to Casey’s, for dinner, for movie night, to go out to drink, anything that kept Casey busy. For the first four months, Casey had decided to give herself a small break and had decided to just spend some time for herself going to therapy, Alex being the only person to know what Casey was doing with her life. Alex had tried to convince her to not push away people, she knew that she hated the fact that she didn’t have anyone when she was away, but Casey made it clear that she was just not ready to talk to them.

Now, six months later, she was helping Mary Clark in whatever she was able to do. It was at least something and it would keep her busy and distracted. She had to admit that finding Alex that night at the bar had saved her in so many ways from drowning in her own sorrow, Alex kept pushing her and kept her from falling, and she was so thankful. Both women had created a routine that at first annoyed Casey a little because she knew that Alex just didn’t want to leave her alone and she wanted to keep checking on Casey every possible chance she had, but she loved it. She loved having Alex in her apartment, she loved having her company, she loved seeing how hard Alex tried to keep her smiling and laughing, even if that meant that she had to make a fool of herself…she loved Alex.

It was obvious before, when she was working at White Collar and heard about the famous Alexandra Cabot, she admired her. And then running into her every now and then, developing a crush had been impossible to avoid. Finally being able to meet her when she was back to help them with the Connors trial, and being able to spend some time with her, really did get her crush to be more solid and Casey wished every single day that she had been brave enough to say something but then, Alex was gone again. Now having her in her apartment every single day was a bit of torture as she didn’t want to say anything that could ruin what they were building. Casey definitely needed someone in her life, and that someone was Alex, and she was not about to lose her for some stupid feelings.

“Case?” Alex asked as she closed the door behind her.

“Living room!” Casey sighed as she typed something in her laptop, her brows furrowed as she stared at the screen.

Alex chuckled softly as she walked into the living room, smiling. “I suppose you got yourself a hard job?”

“Just doing some research and trying to put everything together to send it to Mary.” Casey sighed again and then looked up at Alex. “Was expecting you later.” She smiled.

“Well, I got done with work before I thought, so I decided to bring some take out and show up earlier.” Alex smiled as she sat down beside Casey, looking at her laptop for a moment. “I think I should hire you to do our research for us. At least for me.” She grinned, looking back at Casey.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully and closed her laptop, putting it aside. “Please don’t. I have enough with what Mary asks me to do to.” She huffed a chuckle and shook her head. “She’s so happy I’m working with her again, and I’m just wondering when it’s going to end.”

Alex tilted her head as she smiled. “It’ll be over before you know it, Case.”

Casey looked back at Alex and smiled. “I know.”

“And I’ll be here to see the day it happens.” Alex smiled as she placed her hand on Casey’s squeezing it tightly.

Casey stared at Alex for a moment, trying to form the words for her the question she wanted to ask. “Why are you doing this, Alex?”

Alex frowned. “Doing what?”

“Being here with me. Supporting me. Pushing me so I don’t fall. We barely knew each other before, and now…we spend every day together.” Casey smiled a little, trying to hide the fact that she was happy about it.

Alex smiled and shrugged. “I know I hated to be alone back when I was in Witness Protection. I know it’s a completely different thing but…I don’t want you goin through this alone, Casey.”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled. “Thanks.”

Alex took a deep breath as she looked down at their hands. “There could be another reason, though.”

Casey frowned as she stared at Alex. “Elizabeth didn’t ask you to look out for me, did she?”

Alex huffed a laugh as she shook her head, looking back at Casey. “No, she didn’t. She doesn’t know I’ve been seeing you, she just knows I’m back.”

“Then, what is the other reason?”

“I don’t think I can tell you. I…I don’t want to ruin what we have.” Alex offered a sympathetic smile.

Casey’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Alex, unsure of what Alex could mean but also hoping that it was what she thought. “Nothing could ruin it, Alex.”

“I’m not sure about that.” Alex looked back at their hands, sighing softly. “Casey…”

“Say it, Alex.” Casey said softly, her eyes searching for blue ones.

Alex took a deep breath as she stared back at Casey. “At first…it was because I wanted to be here for you. For you to not go through this alone. But…” she huffed a chuckle. “I always had this…crush…since the first time I saw you.” She grinned. “I was just never brave enough to say it, and then I had to leave again. And seeing you in that bar…I thought it was my chance.” She shrugged. “I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of the situation, I mean…I really do care about you, and I don’t want you going through this alone and I-“

“I have feelings for you too.” Casey suddenly snapped, a faint smile on her face.

Alex frowned, unsure if she had heard Casey right. “You do?”

Casey smiled softly, thinking about what she could say next, but then she decided to do something instead of using words. She wetted her lips before she leaned in and placed her hand on Alex’s neck, bringing their lips together. Alex gasped softly, letting go of Casey’s hand, her eyes widened for a second, not sure what she was supposed to do now. Casey felt that Alex was not moving and thought that maybe she had made a mistake, so she pulled away, but before she could fully move back to her spot, Alex’s hands went to Casey’s waist and pulled her into her lap, her lips attaching to hers again. Casey couldn’t help but smile against her lips, her hands tangling in Alex’s hair while Alex’s hands went up and down her back, pulling her closer. The kiss was slow and tender, until Casey’s tongue teased Alex’s bottom lip, making her moan softly and giving her full access. They finally parted ways as air became a necessity, resting their foreheads against each other’s, smiling and chuckling.

“Bold of you to not use words.” Alex teased as she chuckled, looking at Casey as she smiled.

Casey shrugged. “Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” She bit her lip as she smiled, her hand stroking Alex’s cheek. “So now you see that you’re not ruining anything.”

Alex’s smile widened. “I know that now.” She sighed softly, her hand sneaking under Casey’s shirt and tracing patters in her skin. “Are you willing to try this?” She whispered softly.

“I’m in if you are.” Casey smiled softly. “I…have not been with anyone in years. I’m scared but…I do wanna try.”

“I won’t hurt you. We’ll figure things out together.”

Casey nodded. “We’ll figure things out together.” She smiled as she leaned in to kiss her lips again.

********************

“So, you’re our ADA temporarily?” Olivia asked as she leaned over her desk, crossing her arms as she stared at Alex.

Alex nodded as she smiled. “Temporarily. Unless until they get a new ADA.”

Olivia nodded. “I’m glad it’s you and not Greylek anymore.”

“Was she that bad?” Alex grinned.

Olivia sighed. “I mean…sort of? She did her job but…we couldn’t handle her.” She shook her head. “She talked badly about Casey.”

Alex sighed. “What did she say?”

“’Those days are gone since Casey Novak lied to a judge and got disbarred.’” Olivia scoffed. “She’s lucky I didn’t slap her. I was so close to it, but she left.”

“She’s lucky I wasn’t here.” Alex rolled her eyes. “No one talks about Casey like that.”

Olivia stared at Alex for a moment but nodded. “Yeah. She was out of line, and I failed to protect Casey…again.” She shook her head. “We should’ve protected her.”

“Liv, she did what she did for a reason, and if she didn’t want to drag you guys with her, it was her decision. It was out of your control.”

Olivia nodded. “I know.”

“Does Elliot know about this?”

“I don’t think we’d want to know what Elliot had to say about it.” Munch shrugged. “But we definitely didn’t agree with Greylek.”

“No one ever did. We played it cool for our own sake.” Fin shook his head. “Like Olivia said, we would’ve done something for Casey.”

Olivia huffed a chuckle. “No, I didn’t tell him. He’d have gone off.”

Alex shrugged. “It wouldn’t have been bad, you know?” She grinned.

Olivia chuckled. “Well, he doesn’t have to know about it, she’s long gone now.”

“I’d have definitely told Elliot.”

“Tell me what?” Both Olivia and Alex turned back to find Elliot just a few feet away from them, a frown on his face. “What?”

Alex stared at Olivia for a moment and hen back at Elliot. “Not my thing to say, but Olivia does have something to say.” She grinned as she crossed her arms.

Olivia looked back at Alex and sighed. “I-“ she turned back to look at Elliot and shook her head. “It’s really nothing.”

Elliot raised his brow. “Right…I don’t think I believe you.”

Alex sighed as she rolled her eyes. “Greylek talked shit about Casey, and Olivia was ready to slap her, but she escaped.” She shrugged.

Olivia slapped her arm playfully. “Alex! Seriously?”

“What did she say?” Elliot frowned again, walking to both women. “Did she insult Casey?”

Olivia sighed. “Not exactly, I mean…she made a comment about Casey getting disbarred and that things had changed around here since she was not here anymore.”

Elliot took a deep breath. “Was it just that time?”

Olivia shook her head. “No.”

“Ah, I see you have a new ADA. Alexandra Cabot is back.” Kim walked to them and offered a smile.

Everyone turned to look at her, not expecting to see her back. Elliot turned to look at her and sighed. “You thought it was okay to talk badly about Casey?”

Kim frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Casey was part of us. Whatever you had to say about her, we don’t care. You have no right to talk shit about her.”

Kim scoffed. “She did something illegal. She deserved to be disbarred.”

“She was not disbarred, I don’t know where you got that from.” Alex snapped as she stood beside Elliot.

Kim stared at both of them, scoffing again as she shook her head. “Well. It’s what she deserved after what she did. If they let her walk without any consequences, then she’d have done it again. If she wants to do that, she can be a defense attorney, because that’s what they do. Oh, wait.” She laughed. “She cannot do that, because she doesn’t have her license, right?”

“You bitch.” Alex said under her breath.

“You don’t even know why she did what she did. Was getting her office not enough for you? You gonna drag her name too now? What are you, a fifth grader who’s so insecure that you need to drag people down to feed your ego?”

Alex looked at Elliot. “She got Casey’s office?”

“I only said the truth. What are you so mad about? Are you sleeping with her or what? Do you miss your girlfriend here?”

Alex turned to look back at Kim, giving her the stare that would definitely kill her if she could. “I am sleeping with her! Is that a problem for you?! You think you’re so perfect to say those things about her?! She has the highest conviction rate, you bitch!” Olivia wrapped her hands around Alex’s arms stopping her from going to Kim.

Cragen walked out of his office as he heard his squad and the attorneys yelling at each other. “That’s enough!” Everyone stared at Cragen, calming down. He looked at Kim. “I think you should go.”

Kim nodded and looked at everyone. “I’m sorry.” She simply said before she walked away.

Alex sighed heavily as Olivia let go of her, running her hand through her hair. “I can’t believe her.” She shook her head.

Munch frowned and turned to Alex. “You and Casey?”

Alex’s heart stopped at the question, turning to look at everyone who were already staring at her. “Uh…what did I say? I didn’t-“

“You said you were sleeping with Casey.” Olivia raised her brow as she grinned.

Alex gulped as she nibbled on her lip. “I uh…” she clears her throat. “I don’t recall saying that.”

“Oh but you did.” Fin smirked as he nodded.

Elliot then turned to look at Alex, frowning. “You’re sleeping with Casey? You’ve seen Casey?”

“I- uh. I just had to stop her from talking, that’s all.”

“Right.” Munch laughed.

Cragen looked at Alex and sighed. “Have you seen Novak?” Alex turned to look at him and nodded softly.

“How is she doing?” Olivia asked softly.

Alex sighed. “Guys, I don’t think it’s my thing to say anything, I-“

“C’mon, Alex. We just wanna know how she is. She never answered us.”

Alex nodded softly as she looked back at Elliot, smiling. “She’s doing okay. And yes…we’re dating.”

Olivia smiled. “That explains it all.”

Alex huffed a chuckle. “We uh…we ran into each other when I came back, and from there, we just started hanging out daily.” She shrugged as she smiled. “From there, it just developed into a relationship, and we’re both happy. She moved in with me.”

Elliot smiled. “But she’s not ready to talk about what happened.”

Alex shook her head. “No. She’s not. But she’s okay. She’s working with Mary Clark, keeps her busy.” She sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“We get it. But let her know…that she’s missed.” Cragen nodded as he offered a smile.

Alex smiled softly. “I’ll definitely let her know that.”

Elliot walked to Alex. “Please…tell her that we’re here for her. Whenever she wants to talk?” He said almost in a whisper, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Alex smiled and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll tell her that.”

********************

“You’re back.” Casey said softly as she smiled, opening her arms as Alex walked inside their bedroom.

Alex chuckled softly as she kicked her shoes off and crawled into bed, getting on top of Casey, and leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “Hi.” She smiled.

“Hey.” Casey smiled against her lips, placing her hands on Alex’s cheeks, and bringing her down for another kiss. “How was your day?”

Alex sighed as she laid on top of Casey, burying her face on Casey’s neck. “It was okay.” She grinned. “A bit hectic.” She huffed a chuckle.

Casey frowned. “Something happened?”

“Yep. We almost killed Kim Greylek.”

“Was that the ADA that replaced me and that you’re now replacing?”

Alex nodded. “Indeed.”

“Why would you do that? And who else was gonna kill her?”

Alex chuckled, sitting down so she looked at Casey but staying on her lap. “We found out that she was talking about you, some bad things. Elliot found out too.” She grinned. “He went off on her, and she fought back but…Elliot and I stopped.” She shrugged.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh my god.” She chuckled softly. “Baby, whatever she had to say, it doesn’t matter.”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t want anyone talking shit about you. Whatever happened, no one should say shit about you.”

Casey smiled softly as she sat down, wrapping her arms around Alex’s waist and leaned in kissing her jawline softly. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Alex wrapped her arms around Casey’s neck and shrugged. “I know.” She smiled.

“I love you. Thank you for protecting me.” Casey smiled.

“I love you more.” Alex smiled as she kissed her lips softly. “Also…the squad wanted me to tell you that…you’re missed, and that they’ll be there for you for whenever you want to talk to them again.”

Casey sighed as she nodded. “I will. Eventually.”

Alex smiled, running her hand through Casey’s hair. “I know you will. I told you, there is no rush.”

Casey smiled. “Thank you.”

“Take a shower with me?” Alex bit her lip as she smirked.

“Are you telling me I smell bad?” Casey raised her brow.

Alex laughed. “I just want to take a shower with my girlfriend.”

“To save water, right?” Casey grinned.

“To save water.” Alex smirked.

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Right.” Casey wrapped her arm securely around Alex’s waist and moved to stand up with Alex still in her arms.

“Case!” Alex laughed as she wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs tightly around Casey’s waist, hiding her head on Casey’s neck.

“What? We’re gonna go shower.” Casey laughed as she stood up, her hands under Alex’s thighs to hold her and walking to the bathroom.

********************

“Do you know if Cabot is out of the trail?” Munch asked as he looked at Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “Not sure, she said she’d come as soon as she was done, so she could be here any time soon.”

Elliot picked up his phone and yawned, shaking his head. “Stabler.”

“I’m sure they’ll find him guilty, there is no way they’ll let him walk free.” Fin sat on his chair as he looked at Munch. “Cabot wouldn’t let that happen.”

“We sure know she wouldn’t, but it’s not in her hands after all.” Munch shrugged.

“Wait, say that again.” Elliot got up and frowned, his chest heaving as he listened to what the other line was saying. He snapped his fingers at anyone who would look at him. “Call Novak.”

Fin frowned as he looked at Munch and then at Elliot. “What?”

“Call Casey!” Elliot yelled as he brought back his attention to the phone. “Where was this? Are you sure about it?”

Olivia frowned as she looked at both Munch and Fin grabbing their phones, and then she looked at Elliot. “Elliot, what’s going on?”

Elliot covered the phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “There was a shooting in a store. They were holding the people inside as hostages…”

Olivia shook her head. “What does that have to do with Casey?”

“One of the victims…was identified as Casey.” Elliot said almost in a whisper.

Olivia’s heart stopped for a moment as she stared at Elliot. “Oh my god.”

Fin sighed as he shook his head. “How are we gonna tell Alex?”

“Tell me what?” Alex walked to them and frowned as she saw the worried faces. “Who died?”

“Uh…” Olivia  looked back at Elliot who was still on the call trying to get an answer to see if it was Casey or not.

Alex looked at all of them and shook her head. “Everybody forgot how to speak or something? What’s going on?”

“Elliot is in a call right now…there was a shooting.” Olivia said calmly.

Alex nodded. “Okay…aren’t you supposed to go investigate? You want me to do your job too?” She joked as she looked at Olivia.

“Alex…” Elliot whispered.

Alex looked at him. “What?!”

“They identified a victim. The name’s Casey.”

Alex stared at her for a moment, her heart sinking as she tried to process Olivia’s words. “What?”

“We don’t know if it’s her, Alex.” Elliot said as he looked at her.

Alex felt herself starting to panic, trying to take a deep breath. “Is there…where? Where did it happen?”

“They’re still trying to get the shooter out. They just know there are victims who were shot.”

“Anyone tried to call her?!” Alex stared at Munch and Fin.

“No response.” Munch simply said.

“Okay…uh…I’m…I’m going h-home.”

Olivia looked back at them and then at Alex. “I’m coming with you, let’s go.” She grabbed the keys and followed Alex to the elevator.

The whole ride they were both quiet, Alex trying not to panic as she looked out the window. She had tried to call her to her phone and to the house’s phone, but there was no answer. Casey had told her that she’d go out to buy some stuff and to see Mary, but when Alex called Mary, Mary had said that she had already left, and she hadn’t heard from her. She could feel Olivia’s eyes on her, and Alex tried her best to hold back tears. Elliot was right, they didn’t know if it was her. They didn’t know if it was her Casey. It could be anyone else, there were so many people called Casey. They couldn’t have known so easily that it was Casey who had been shot. There was no way to know, not if the cops were still outside trying to get the shooter.

“Alex…” Olivia whispered.

“How is it possible that they can’t fucking say anything? They call and they…they don’t have official information. And she’s not answering the fucking phone.” Alex snapped as her eyes started getting teary.

“Honey, you need to calm down. We don’t know for sure that is Casey.”

“What if it is my Casey?” Alex turned to look at Olivia, tears already rolling down her cheeks.

Olivia looked at her for a moment and then focused her eyes back on the road, sighing. “No. She’s too stubborn to just die and leave you, Alex.” She offered a faint smile.

Alex huffed a chuckle, wiping away her tears. “And she’s too stubborn to let me know if something happened to her because she doesn’t want me to worry.”

“She just loves you, Alex. She’d call if something was wrong.”

Alex nodded softly as she looked out the window again, trying to stop thinking the worse. Once they got to her building, they decided to take the stairs, too desperate to wait for the elevator. Alex got her keys out as fast as she could and almost kicked open the door, walking inside the apartment, she dropped her bag and started yelling Casey’s name.

“Case?! Casey, are you here?” Alex went into the living room, the kitchen and to every room.

Olivia’s phone went off, pulling it our of her pocket and answering. “Benson.”

Alex almost sobbed as she walked out of their room. “She’s not here, Olivia.” She walked to Olivia and stared at her, noticing that Olivia was staring blankly at the floor with the phone still in her ear. “Olivia?”

Olivia hung up and looked at Alex. “Alex…we need to go to the hospital.”

Alex shook her head, covering her mouth. “No…Liv. Please-“

“We need to go, Alex.”

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Turns out that to their bad luck, the shooting had happened in the store that Casey had decided to go to. She got shot and she had been unconscious the whole time, bleeding out, so once they got inside the store to get the victims out, Casey had lost way too much blood already, they had barely gotten a pulse, rushing her as fast as they could to the hospital. One of the cops had recognized Casey, but then was told to not confirm anything yet, even if they knew it was Casey. They pulled the bullet out, and Casey was now in intensive care…in a coma. Alex had tried to understand everything that the doctor was telling her, but she was lost, she couldn’t focus on whatever they were saying, she only wanted to see Casey, she wanted to be with Casey; her Casey. She had almost fought the nurses that didn’t want to let her go in to stay with her and Olivia had to talk to Alex to calm her down. But now here she was, sitting beside the bed looking at her girlfriend with a lot of cables on her. This was not happening, not Casey.

“Case…” Alex whispered softly, grabbing Casey’s hand, and bringing it to her lips to kiss it. “I don’t know if you can hear me. The nurse…I’m not sure if she told me to make me feel better or because you really can hear me. She said I could talk to you.” She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at Casey. “Casey…please, wake up. I need you to come back to me. I cannot lose you.” She sobbed. “We’re all waiting for you. I’m waiting for you. I need you. I…I was so happy when we gave each other a chance, I really thought that I wouldn’t be able to have that chance with you, and then you kissed me.” She chuckled sadly. “Remember? You…you kissed me, and god I was in heaven when you did.” She stroked the back of her hand and stared at it for a moment. “I already knew I was in love with you. I was scared to admit it because I thought it was too soon, but I just knew.” She looked back at Casey. “And I knew that I didn’t want to live this life without you. So please…please…come back to me.” She sobbed. “I need you, Casey.”

The squad tried to switch every now and then with Alex so she could have a break and go eat something or just to get some fresh air. But Alex didn’t want to leave Casey’s side, she wanted to be there in case she woke up, she just wanted to stay there the whole time. 2 more days passed, and they said everything looked good so far, but she just needed to wake up. Elliot had begged Alex to go home and get some sleep and that he’d be there, but Alex had been too stubborn and almost fought him that she would not leave the hospital to go to sleep. Elliot decided to drop it and they all decided to stay outside to let Alex stay inside for another hour. Alex talked to Casey, trying to tell her how the squad was a pain in the ass, but that they were so happy that they could see Casey again. Branch, Elizabeth, and Mary had paid their visits, also trying to convince Alex to go home, but they’d have to fight her to go home, so they didn’t push anymore. Alex laid her head on Casey’s arms as she stared at her; she missed her voice, seeing her smile, her laugh, she missed kissing her and holding her. She just wanted her Casey back.

“Alex.”

Alex opened her eyes, sitting up and looking at the door but there was no one there. She frowned as she tried to stretch, and then her heart stopped when she heard her name again. She turned to find Casey smiling at her.

“Casey…”

Casey smiled. “Hi baby.”

Alex’s eyes got teary, sobbing softly. “Casey. You’re awake.”

“Seems like it.” Casey chuckled softly. “I don’t even get a kiss?”

Alex chuckled softly as she stood up and carefully placed her hands on Casey’s face, kissing her lips softly, smiling against her lips. “You’re awake.” She chuckled softly as she rested her forehead against Casey’s. “I missed you.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“2 days. Almost 3.”

Casey sighed. “I’m so sorry, baby. I wanted to call you but…”

“You got shot in that moment.” Alex whispered softly.

Casey nodded. “Yes.”

“You remember everything?”

Casey nodded again. “I do.” She sighed. “I’m so sorry if I scared you.”

Alex smiled sadly. “You didn’t just scare me.”

“What you mean?” Casey frowned.

“The whole squad is outside waiting for you. Branch, Liz, and Mary came yesterday.” Alex smiled. “They all waiting for you.”

Casey smiled softly. “They do miss me.”

Alex chuckled softly. “They do.”

“Can we wait a bit longer though? I just want to be with you.”

Alex smiled as she nodded. “Sounds good to me.” She leaned in and kissed her lips softly.

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“Hey! Look who’s here!” Elliot smiled as Alex and Casey walked into the squad room.

Casey chuckled softly. “Yes, I’m back on my feet. I’m just glad I didn’t need to wear a cane again.” She grinned softly as she looked at Alex, who had her arm wrapped around Casey’s waist carefully.

“Oh, that’s because I’m your cane? Very funny.” Alex chuckled.

Olivia smiled. “We’re just glad you’re okay, Casey. And to see you back here.”

Casey sighed. “Well, I’m still not back. You got this one for another while if she decides to stay and keep my place.” She grinned.

“Oh, the place you took from me first? How nice of you.” Alex smirked.

“Who would’ve thought, Novak and Cabot together. Can’t say I’m not in for it. I’ll be waiting for the wedding invitation.” Munch grinned as he laughed with Fin.

Alex blushed slightly, turning to look at Casey. “Uh…we’ve just been dating for a little over a year guys. Don’t get too ahead of yourselves.”

“You saying you don’t wanna marry me?” Casey raised her brow.

Alex cleared her throat. “Uh…I didn’t mean that. I-“

“Alex Cabot blushing and nervous. What do you do to her, Novak?” Fin teased, making the squad laugh.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “Cut it.”

Elliot laughed. “Hey, we were thinking about going to eat, all of us.” He walked to Casey and smiled. “You’re not getting rid of us again, Case.” He winked at her and then went ahead to grab his coat.

Casey sighed softly as she smiled, looking back at Alex. “Shall we?”

Alex nodded. “Also.” She saw the squad walking out and then turned to look at Casey, smirking. “I do wanna marry you, someday.” She leaned in to kiss her lips softly and smiled.

Casey blushed slightly and started walking with Alex still holding her. Everything had started like shit, but things had definitely gotten better, and she couldn’t wait for her future with Alex.

[s12e28]

AlCale Fanfiction Recommendations from a Crazy Person (Updating…)

For those who can accept anything.

All the works are from sotdae (솟대). I recommend reading in this order…!

I Don’t Love You (나는 당신을 사랑해지 않는다)

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 2 (R18) • Epilogue (R18)

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Of course it matters who the Young Master Shield dates! The mere rumor of the Rowoon Empire losing their Moon, their Silver Light, to a lover from a foreign power is already causing an uproar in the nobles’ conference—what more if the citizens caught wind? All the development in post-war stability will be for naught… unless…

“…What is it, Your Majesty?”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Are you crazy?”

If problems can be solved with bigger problems, then scandals can be solved with even bigger scandals.

Alver and Cale fake-date for political reasons. It progresses exactly how you’d expect it to.

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Beautifully written. The author was able to excellently capture how two of the most calculating bastards would get together in their own special way.

Plot and Dialogue : S-Tier

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Real Person Can Sue You

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 2 (R18)

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‘Why would he do something so stupid? He was so rich that additional income didn’t mean anything, and the honor he could lose was endless.’

OR

The one where Cale picks up a strange hobby after everything’s settled down.

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If ancient Mesopotamia could churn out fanfiction for their local heroes Gilgamesh and Enkidu, then who’s to say Rowoon won’t have the same for their beloved Sun and Moon? Anyways, I dub this the “fujo cale fanfic”. It was a very funny unhinged premise, but still.

Plot and Dialogue : S-Tier

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Hand (손)

Oneshot

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There’s nothing in the hands of Rowoon’s newly crowned King that Cale desires.

Alver knows this.

And really, it’s not a bad thing at all.

“When you could read love in my eyes, did you think I couldn’t read love in yours?”

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Well, I thought this was really… the character interpretation… I can see it in canon. Cale sat Alver on the throne because he knows that by then, the other’s number one priority will always be Rowoon. The second that priority wavers, Cale will definitely beat the King back to his senses. Don’t be distracted by useless emotions and focus. It was bittersweet, but the ending was really good. Alcale is real…

Plot and Dialogue: S-Tier

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Bum of the Governor’s Family (관찰사댁의 한량이 되었다)

Part 1 • Part 2

(I’m not doing it any justice—but basically the title is a parody of the original work. Maybe a more literal translation of the title would be “I Became The Bum Bride of the Governor’s Household” because of 관찰사댁의. Also 한량이 is the more ancient term equivalent for “Slacker” with use dating back to the 900’s Goryeo Dynasty—so just imagine that setting and time period.)

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A white hand like snow stretched out in front of Alver’s eyes.

“Take it, Your Highness. Then I’ll give you the world.”

The sweetest temptation.

Alver took its hand.

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Oriental AU. Characteristics of secondary-sex and pheromones, but not necessarily omegaverse. If you’re a fan of Kingmaker Cale, then this one’s for you. Cunning til the end, while it does roughly follow the plot of the original—there are still some moments that will make you go: ah!

Plot and Dialogue: S-tier

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Love Potion (사랑의 묘약)

Oneshot

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There lay an empty a glass plate, its previous contents reduced to mere crumbs of sugar.

Funny thing is, apparently one of them had… a love potion!?

“Your Majesty, if you’re in love with me right now, give me a week’s vacation.”

“Well, the potion’s effects only last for three days…”

“Tch. Then three days.”

Alver smiled faintly.

“Young Master Cale, if you’re in love with me right now, please review this budget report.”

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It was funny how they couldn’t tell who took the love potion. Whatever they felt has always been, in their own definition, love. A very sweet story.

Plot and Dialogue: S-tier

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Jane

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 (R18)

WARNING: The content of this story may not be suitable for those who are sensitive to: Rape, Adultery, Self-Harm, Blackmail (incest), Graphic descriptions of Death/Murder (infants, toddlers).

Please read with caution.

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“Don’t call me, I won’t answer.”

“Then how do I catch you?”

Cale, who was inclined against the bedside, smiled brightly. He leaned his red head against the window, long hair flowing down and mixing with the moonlight.

“How can you catch me?”

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If you can handle the heavy themes listed in the warning, then PLEASE give “Jane” a chance. No words can describe the emotional rollercoaster that was this story. Every description was as vivid as it was jarring. The downwards slope came gradually, but when it got steep—it felt impossible to turn back. For you as a reader, and for them as characters. Think about if Alver and Cale’s usual tacit agreement with each other took a twisted turn. I can guarantee none of what you’re thinking of now could prepare you for this fic.

Plot and Dialogue: SSS-Tier

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copycat

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 (R18) • Part 6 (R18) • Part 7 (R18) • Part 8 • Part 9

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Basically LCF if it were the Sci-Fi genre. No excerpt, there are too many incredible parts. Heads up for scientists on steroids instead of mages, advanced AI robots instead of dragons, cyborgs instead of necromancers, and sick eugenicist AI White Star. Give it a read if you’re a fan of rich world building!

Plot and Dialogue: SSS-Tier

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[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 2)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t read chapter 1!

✨possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨wc: ~2k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? future angst and smut??? definitely fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Chan’s POV:

He’d been in his studio working on a new track. ‘For way. Too. Long,’ he thought. Every beat was starting to run together and every sound was starting to become the same. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh and took his time standing up out of his chair. A walk is what he needed. He figured he would grab a drink while he was at it. He reached to the couch behind him to pull on his hoodie, grab his wallet, and pick up his phone. He brought his phone to his face to see any notifications that had popped up in the past couple of hours. He would normally silence it when there was something he really needed to get done for the day. He scrolled, Bubble notifications, Instagram notifications, a few Youtubers he watched had uploaded new videos.

New text: A. Felix. Chan quickly tapped over the notification and held his phone up to his face to unlock it.

‘Huh? What is he on about? I don’t think I’ve even seen anyone recently to talk about that kinda stuff.’ Chan thought.

Chan decided to wait back a minute in his studio. Sitting back down in his chair, he hoped Felix would text back soon. Now he was invested.

‘I mean, yeah, I’d hung out with him the other day… He definitely brought up girls though and didn’t mention anything to me about it other than if we found someone, we’d better promise to not totally abandon each other afterwords. He didn’t mention a new girl though.’

‘Weird, but whatever,’ Chan thought. He sprung up out of his chair and headed out the studio door. Whoever it was, he figured he didn’t know them if JK didn’t even bring them up. It was a good distraction to give him a bit of a break though.

Chan made his way out of the company building and headed to the nearest convenience store. ‘A pineapple juice is in order,’ he thought. He grabbed some snacks quickly, before heading to the check out. He stopped outside of the company building, chatting with some of the JYP trainees and idols, continuing on the inside of the building too. If there’s one thing about Chan, it’s that he’s the biggest social butterfly there ever was. If something happened in the Kpop industry, he would know about it. That was why it took him a little aback when Felix was getting the scoop instead of him.

He made his way back to his studio, setting his new treats down on his desk before settling back into his chair for the evening. He pulled his phone back out to check for an update from Felix.

Of fucking course. ‘Good job Chris, good job,’ he thought to himself. ‘You waited too long to say anything and this is what you get. I mean you even introduced her to him! What did you expect?’ He thought back to the day you and Jungkook had been at the apartment. Nothing was said out of the ordinary, was it? He remembered how beautiful you looked that day, and how your eyes meeting his made his heart race. How he had a stupid grin on his face once you left. How he had beaten himself up for not coming up with a way to ask for your number.

‘No wait,’ he thought, suddenly pulling a memory out of his ass. Once he had plopped back onto the couch with Jungkook, he had leaned in and said you seemed nice. “Yeah, she’s great,” Chan had responded. Is that all it took? For JK to meet you for 2 minutes and hear that you’re a good person? That’s really all it took to get him interested in you to the point of asking you out? ‘He has balls, and you don’t Chan. Why would she be interested in you over him anyways?’ He thought.

He let himself lean all the way back in his chair, running his hands over his face. He let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding in. Hands resting on his forehead, with elbows flexed up above his head, he allowed himself to sit like that for a minute. He knew he should be happy for his friend. He knew he should be happy for you. It sounded like you’d been going through a lot and it’d be great to have something good to look forward to and to distract you. But in the tiniest, most hidden corner of his mind, he was hoping it would be him. Some day. FUCK.

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Y/n’s POV:

“Okay there, I sent it,” you excitedly looked up at Anna. You were shaking the tiniest bit, but you hoped she didn’t notice.

“What did you settle on?” she spun your phone around to read the message to Jungkook.

Sure, that sounds like fun! Just let me know something.

“Cool, calm, collected. I like it,” she smiled at you, turning the phone back to you.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to seem like I was like- expecting anything, ya know? Like I don’t want to put pressure on it and make him feel like it’s a date or anything. Cause I feel like it’d be a lot easier if it’s just casual.”

“I mean, I agree. But DM’ing asking to hang out doesn’t exactly scream ‘casual’ to me,” she smirked.

You blushed. “I don’t knowwww, I just- I don’t know what to expect.”

“Valid, but just try not to worry about it. A literal babe just borderline asked you on a date. I don’t think he would’ve done that if he didn’t think you were great,” Anna rotated her head back and forth at you, rolling her eyes to the side. “TRY to enjoy this. I bet he’s nervous too.”

“You think?”

“Oh I KNOW. I bet he’s been sweating his balls off ever since he sent that, waiting for you to respond. You probably put him through hell not responding for hours!”

It made you giggle to think about… almost in a guilty way. “I don’t know about HELL, but -“ your phone buzzed in your hand, cutting off your sentence. You quickly craned your head down to read the message on the screen.

Abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: I’ll have some down time tomorrow? Are you free?

Your heart jumped a little as you read it.

“Hey, let me see, let me see!” Anna poked her head over top of the device. She looked at the screen intently. “Of course you’re free tomorrow! And if you aren’t free, we’re gonna come up with a plan to make you free!”

You went over tomorrow’s schedule in your head. Professionalism training in the morning- going over things you are and aren’t allowed to say and do once the taping of the show starts. Hair and makeup around lunch time. You should have some sort of lunch break in there since there were so many other contestants who also had to get made up. Then shooting materials that will be used as your introduction on the show. You weren’t too sure what all it entailed, but you knew you’d have to talk a bit about yourself and Changbin would be brought in at some point. You’d have to act like this was your first time meeting him, so that’s awkward. The company scheduled a mandatory dinner and drinks night for the new Everyday Idol cast so that everyone got to know each other well before the show. Now THAT, you were excited for. You figured some people would be cut throat, but you were just here to have a good time. You were excited to make more friends and see who you’d vibe with. You weren’t sure if any of the JYP staff would be there as well, but it would be good to know them too.

Your thumbs automatically flexed on the screen.

I have a pretty full schedule tomorrow, but I could probably do something around lunch! Can I text you tomorrow closer to when I know I’ll be ready? You know how the scheduling is.

You said this out loud as you typed. You looked up to Anna, silently asking for her approval.

“Perfect,” she said. With a deep breath in, you hit send. You both sat, waiting for a response since his other had been fairly quick. You held your breath almost the entire time. Why were you so nervous?

*DING* Another message.

Abcedfghi__jklmnopqrstuvwxyz: Great, I’ll pick you up to get some lunch. On me of course. Just message me tomorrow and let me know a time. Can’t wait! :)

“Ahhhhhh!” Anna squeeled.

“Ahhhhhh!” you squeeled back. Neither of you could contain yourselves, waving your hands back and forth in the air.

“Bitch, you have a date with Jeon Jungkook… BITCH YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!” she screamed, jumping up and down as she sat. The smile on her face spread from one ear to the other.

“I KNOW, I KNOW!!! … Oh my God Anna, what am I gonna do?! What am I gonna talk about?! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” You were now jumping up and down as well, mildly freaking out all the while.

“I don’t know, but you are gonna CRUSH it,” she squeaked, hugging you. “And it will be okay, just deep breaths! You are so smart, you will literally have a million things to talk about.” You were still holding your breath.

“God I feel like I could pass out,” you laughed.

“Well don’t. Not until after your date.” ‘DATE.’ Jesus Christ. Your nerves were on fire. ‘I’ve got to calm down. It’s nothing, it’s literally nothing. It’s just a normal date. Honestly, he didn’t even call it a date. It’s just two people hanging out, that’s all. PLUS, let’s not forget that he kinda sucked when you met before. There’s only pressure on him. HE has to prove why I should like HIM, not the other way around,’ you thought.

You decided to “Like” the message, making it more casual. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ve gotta shake these nerves off,” you said, standing up.

“Well I’ll be right here waiting and game planning what you’re gonna wear tomorrow,” Anna beamed up at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you smiled and rolled your eyes. Heading to the bathroom, you slowly turned the shower to almost the hottest the water would run. ‘Fuck, I need to shave EVERYTHING,’ you thought. ‘This is gonna have to be a longgg shower.” You quickly removed your clothes and set them on the ground beside you. You tapped on your phone to get a nice, calming playlist going before your marathon shower started or else you’d be bored, huffing and puffing out of your mind trying to get the razor up your leg for the millionth time.

Dang, another instagram notification. Maybe Jungkook WAS really into you. You tapped to open the chat again.

gnabnahc: Hey! I know this is random, but if you have any time tomorrow, could you meet me in my studio? I’ll be around in the morning and at lunch after hair & makeup. If you have time of course, I understand if not. I just wanted to talk to you about something.

‘Good fucking God,” your heart dropped. “Anna… I need you. NOW!” you screamed.

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✨ Contiue to ➡️ Chapter 3

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[shelfthe-reader]

Super late WIP Wednesday 10/30 post

What it says on the tin. I’ll update the WIP Wednesday community with all of the random stuff.

BUCKLEYS TAKE LA - @twyrewolf , @aparticularbandit

While inspecting the room, Evan realized that there wasn’t much for him to pack. Sure, he was a relatively sentimental person, but he didn’t want to take much of that with him - just in case something happened. Danny and Maddie would appreciate some of it anyway.  Clothing was surprisingly the easiest to deal with. Evan didn’t need much - only a couple weeks worth, and maybe some nicer outfits - so the rest could go into storage or donated. He didn’t really care either way.

i know nothing about the military ft a secret relationship - @allofthebeanz @zyrafowe-sny

NOTE: GIRLIE IS STILL GIVING BIRTH TO HER SON + THERE ARE COMPLICATIONS BUT SINCE ITS A DIFFERENT POV IT’S KINDA VAGUE SO IT SHOULD BE FINE BUT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES.

The nurse took that as an invitation to look under the blanket, which Eddie thought was a little strange, but what did he know?  There was a brief pause, followed by an uncomfortable silence.  “Okay, Shannon, we may have to do things a little differently now,” the nurse approached.  Eddie could feel Shannon’s pulse quicken. It definitely wasn’t the ideal situation, and he started praying.  “Differently? What do you mean by differently?”

FBN: THE FIC - @auburnlaughter @loyal-house-of-lupin @hurricanebreeze @eriquin @kallisto-k

The Captain gestured to the seat opposite of himself and Buck sat down and took in the sight in front of him.  The Captain was thumbing through a file. His own, Buck figured. T.K., though he had his own copy, opted to continue staring into Buck’s soul like it had personally offended him.  Not cool, man.  Channeling some of the Diaz Sass, (It’s not ‘sass’, Buck, Eddie would argue, I just can’t deal with it anymore) Buck decided to take a shot.  “You look like you want to ask me something, Strand. Wanna bite?” T.K smirked, placing his forearms on the table and leaning in towards Buck.  “Would you,” he started, “or would you not commit a hate crime while on shift?” What the fuck?  Out of any outrageous question Buck thought he was going to get, that was the last thing he expected.

Re-evaluate Your Decisions Bestie - @lizhly @tamsinswriting @somefishycat @asha10100101010 @wizisbored

@oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @whimsicalmeerkat @post-and-out

NOTE: THERE IS A CW FOR ALLUSIONS TO SU*C*DE AT THE END TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES

Eddie felt his eyes well up in tears, but he did nothing to fight them.  Ignore them, his father would tell him. Real men don’t cry.  He tried not to think of his father. Being a real man got him into this mess.  “Did he tell you anything else?” He whispered, not trusting his voice. Carla glared at him, but there was a softness to it. That was the best part about Carla, Eddie decided. She still loved him, even if he was being an ass.  “Not much, Eddie,” she replied. “The poor boy wouldn’t even tell me where he was going. He doesn’t trust anyone right now. But…” “But what, Carla?” Eddie begged. “What did he tell you? We need, I need to know if… if he…” Eddie trailed off, not daring to finish the sentence. The whole room understood, though.  Carla wrapped Eddie in her embrace, and, though it was still a bit stiff, it was still warm enough. “Oh Eddie,” she said. “No need to worry about that, baby. He handed me a stack of transfer papers, not resignation forms. He’s okay. Well, not okay, exactly, but alive.”

[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 32 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

A/n I realized that most of the links on my master list were not working so I will be getting that fixed soon!!

Also please check out this post to see an update on what is going to be happening with my blog

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! mentions of negative body image

Word count: 2800+

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“But would you like to be?” 

His words echoed inside my head as I tried to decipher what he meant. Was he asking me to marry him? I didn’t want to jump to conclusions and get my hopes up. We still hadn’t actually defined what we were to one another. So, in my eyes, going from ‘no real label but basically in a relationship that no one actually knows the true nature of’ to engaged just didn’t seem possible. Right? 

I convinced myself it was crazy for that to be what he really meant. I mean sure we were practically together but Maul had never explicitly said we were, so we weren’t. Right? That is how this is supposed to work. 

I was working myself up. Maul’s voice is what finally snapped me out of my downward spiral. 

“Yn, can you hear me? Are you alright?” He asked, hand resting on my shoulder as he hunched over slightly to look me in the eyes. 

I stared at him blankly, trying to get my thoughts to quiet down. 

“My love you are worrying me. Can you just nod so I know you’re hearing me?” He asked gently. 

I nodded. 

“Good. I was saying that I know it’s sudden. I know we haven't officially been in a public relationship, but there is something between us that’s clearly much more than close friends, having and raising a child together. I love you, Yn. I know I am not the best at expressing the way I feel at times, but I need you to know that there should never be a doubt that I love you because I do, I have and I always will. I want to make you mine. If you’ll let me…. I don't need an answer now. You can take some time to think it over.” 

The last time he had said those two sentences to me was back when he first asked me to carry his heir for him. And just like when he said them then, I knew I didn’t need time to think anything over. I loved him. 

I began to shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes. 

“I don’t need to think anything over.” I stopped shaking my head and began nodding, “I love you too, Maul. Always have, always will.” I repeated his words, “Plus I think Yn Opress has a pretty nice ring to it, don’t you think?” I joked. 

He nodded, “I think does, definitely more so than Kryze.” He said, making me smile. 

A weight that I didn’t even know was sitting on my chest was lifted off of it. I was finally getting rid of the thing that tied me to them. I felt like I was finally freed from them. 

Maul grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. Then he stood up. 

“I’ll be right back, my love.” He said gently. 

I watched as he walked into the bedroom as I leaned back into the couch, slouching a bit and letting my belly stick out more than it already does. I put my hands on the sides of it so I could feel him move as I spoke to him. 

“Did you hear that, big guy? We’re getting married.” I said. 

I felt him kick and smiled, “I know, it’s exciting, isn’t it?” 

“Who are you talking to?” Maul’s voice made me jump, I hadn’t expected him to be that quick. 

“I was talking to our son.” I said, pushing myself to sit back up. 

“Well I would hate to interrupt but I have something for you.”  He said with a smirk. 

“We’ll talk later, ik'aad (baby).” I said. 

I didn’t speak in Mando’s often, but lately, I have taken to the nickname for the baby. I pushed myself to sit up as Maul walked over. He had his hands collapsed behind his back clearly hiding whatever it was that he had for me. 

“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” He instructed. 

I did as he asked and waited. He placed a small object in my hand. I could tell it was a piece of jewelry, the metal cool against my skin. I would have assumed it was a ring given the current circumstances, but it felt like there was a chain attached to it. 

“Okay, open.” 

I did and saw the most beautiful ring attached to a silver chain in the palm of my hand. Upon seeing the clear gem with the blank bands throughout it I had a hunch as to what it was. I was pretty sure it was Haxonzite, a crystal native to only the planet Dathomir. 

“Maul… it’s stunning. The stone is, Haxonzite, correct?” I asked, admiring the ring. 

“It is… and it’s not actually silver. It’s beskar. I wanted it to have a bit of both of our homeworlds in it.” 

I felt the tears prick at my eyes, “It’s perfect. I love it so much.” 

“I am glad you like it. I went ahead and put it on a chain so we could wait until after he is born to get it sized correctly. I remembered you saying some of your rings haven’t fit lately.” 

He was right, I had some swelling in my hands recently, but when I brought up my concerns to the medic droid but was assured that it wasn’t anything to worry about but to keep an eye on it. 

“Thank you. Will you help me put it on?” I said holding it back out for him to take. 

“Of course.” He took it from me and unclasped it. 

Then he carefully reached around me and then brought the chain up and around my neck before clasping it. It hung just above my beast, which meant I could wear it with most of my dresses and blouses to work and tuck it in so no one would see it. 

I reached up and picked it up, tilting my head down to admire it one last time. It didn’t feel real. Truly, it was unimaginable to me that not only was I having a baby with the man I loved, but we were now engaged. I turned around to face him and immediately leaned over to kiss him. He immediately responded, kissing me back and bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. I shuffled a bit in my seat trying to turn to face him better. The task was easier said than done, I managed though all without breaking the kiss. Once I was facing him more, I brought my hands up to grab the hems of his open tunic and pulled him closer. 

I could tell he got the hint that this wasn’t a single kiss to say “thank you, I love you” it was more of a segway into a whole experience that says “thank you, I love you, let me show you.’ His tongue grazed my bottom lip and before it even reached halfway across it, I was already parting my lips to let him in. 

It’s like he was surrounding me in every way possible. I could taste him as his tongue explored my mouth like he hasn’t done so a hundred times before. I could smell the cologne he put on this morning. That mixing with the subtle, burnt, and smokey smell that always seemed to linger on him was absolutely intoxicating. The sound of his small grunts and groans were spurring me on, knowing that if this went further I would get the chance to hear even more from him. By now, My hands let go of the edges of his tunic in favor of pressing my hands against his broad, tattooed chest. I swear he had to of been sculpted by the Maker himself, he was so perfect. Although my eyes were closed, I could see him in all his perfection as well. But I wasn’t seeing him in this moment, kissing me. I saw him in the future, doing all things I wished we were already doing now. My brain felt fuzzy. 

Maul pulling away is what ultimately made my eyes open. I was met with the sight of him smirking at me. I knew what that smirk meant and it was exciting. 

“So that’s what you want me to do to you, hm?” He asked his voice low. 

“Fuck me.” 

“You’re getting straight to the point aren’t you, darling?” He teased. 

“What can I say? I know what I want.” 

He huffed, amused at my statement before bringing one hand to cup my cheek and the other to rest on my side, “How are your hips feeling today? They hurt at all?” 

I was slightly confused but nonetheless, I answered his question, “No, they’ve actually felt fine.” 

He nodded, clearly pleased by my answer, “Good, because I want to see you…” he paused as his hands moved from my face and side to my bump, “all of you.” 

I gave him a look that read, “Seriously?” 

“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll help you.” He said, dropping his hands and clasping them behind his back before he turned around and began to walk off to the bedroom. 

I watched him walk away and just as he was crossing the threshold to the room, he paused. “My love, I cannot fuck you if you’re all the way over there.” 

That got my feet moving. I walked into the room and glanced around to find him over by the refresher door, by the large mirror, already removing his tunic. 

I leaned on the frame of the doorway and watched as he undressed. The way the muscles in his back flecked under black ink that adorned his skin had me subconsciously biting my lip as I stared. 

“And you said I was straight to the point.” I teased, before pushing off the doorframe and walking over. 

“Always with the attitude.” He teased me right back as he turned around and stepped forward to meet me. He leaned down to bring his lips to mine and gave me a long, slow kiss. 

Quickly, our clothes were removed, and all the while kisses were being shared. Once we were both completely nude, Maul stopped and stepped behind me, giving me an unobstructed view of myself, wearing nothing but the thin chain holding the ring around my neck, in the mirror. His body was pressed right up against mine and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. 

“You feel that?” He pressed his hips forward slightly to ensure I knew exactly what he was talking about even though I didn’t need any clarification on it. 

“You do this to me, darling. Every time I see you like this, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You carry my son so well. Truly stunning.” He said between kissing my neck as his hands came around to rest on my bump. 

I blushed at his words. It has been hard at times to look at myself and still feel beautiful with the changes that my body was going through, but Maul was there to constantly remind me how beautiful I was as I grew and carried our son. I turned around in his hold and kissed him. He gently pulled me a little closer, mindful not to squish the bump. Just like before he quickly took control of the kiss before he began to slowly walk backward, using his hands on my lower back to guide me along with him. 

Once we got to the bed he broke the kiss to sit down a position himself on the bed. Once he was good, he reached out his hand to me. 

“Come here, my love.” 

I took it and allowed him to help me climb over him so my knees rested on either side of his thighs. 

“Does that feel okay?” He asked, leaning forward to give me a quick kiss. 

I nodded, “Yeah. I’m okay.” 

“You tell me if anything begins to feel uncomfortable or if your hips or thighs begin to hurt. Okay?” 

“I will.” I promised, punctuating it with a kiss. 

“Good girl.” He mumbled against my lips as he pulled away just enough to mutter the words before he was kissing me again. 

I felt something beginning to just barely trace light circles over my clit. It caused me to jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it seeing as my hands were still on Maul’s shoulders and his were on my lower back. I knew he was using the force to do it. He laughed lightly against my lips at my reaction.

“Not fair.” I muttered back. 

“I could stop.” he said, pulling away from my lips to move on to making a mark on my neck. 

The sensation was gone and it almost had me whining from the loss of contact. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again. More please.” I begged. 

The feeling returned this time with more pressure than before. I began to grind down slightly on his thighs. I desperately wanted his cock inside of me. 

“So impatient.” Maul teased, pulling away entirely. “But, your wish is my command, though.” He gave me one last quick kiss before he laid back flat against the mattress. 

I leaned forward slightly and put my hands on his chest to help lift myself up. Once he was lined up, I slowly began to ease myself down. I had to take it slow. The stretch felt different than when I’ve been laying down when we have sex. Now, I was working with gravity. It was trying to pull me down which made the stretch feel much bigger than it did before, not that I was complaining. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath, it always took me a minute or two to take him on the first try. 

“Fuck.” I sighed sinking lower. 

“You’re doing so good, love.” Maul praised me, causing my walls to clench slightly, earning a small groan from him. 

Once I had sunk all the way down, taking him completely I stayed there for a moment. 

“Are you okay?” Maul asked gently. 

I nodded, “Huge.” I sighed, already high off of the feeling, brain foggy. 

“But you take me so well.” He said, running his hands up and down my thighs. 

The praise is what spurred me to start moving. I lifted myself up and then sunk back down, Maul met me on the way back down, thrusting his hips ups, pulling a moan of his name from my lips. I felt the pressure on clit return which sent my mind into complete overdrive. I was in absolute heaven. It felt amazing. I then realized, my legs weren’t getting even the slightest bit sore, it hit me, Maul wasn’t just using the force on my clit he was also using it to help ease the strain on my quads. 

I sped up my pace and was reduced to an absolute mess of moans. Maul’s name left my lips in a repeated chant. 

Maul’s PoV

The sight before me was on I wanted to commit to memory. Yn, my fiance, bouncing up and down on my cock, looking stunning. She was absolutely perfect in every way. Seeing her belly grow, knowing it was our son she was carrying, that it was I who had put that baby there struck a nerve deep within me. It ignited the primal, breeding nature inside of me. 

Seeing her like this, knowing she was mine with that ring bouncing up and down on the chain in time with her riding my cock, was a sight I would never tire of. My hands gripped her thighs, surly the force of my fingertips would leave a few marks. Hearing her moan my name was about to send me over the edge. I felt her squeeze my cock and that was what did me in. 

Reader’s PoV

Maul grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto him as he came deep inside me. The feeling of his warm cum painting my walls sent me into my own climax. I hunched over slightly as my walls clamped down on him and I came hard. Maul’s hand moved from my hips to my shoulders to help support me as my body went numb in ecstasy. My hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his back. 

Once we had both recovered enough, he carefully was helping off of him. I laid down beside him, on my side facing him. He turned to look at me and smiled. 

“What?” I asked quietly. A hush had fallen over the room. It was a stark contrast to the sound of our moans and skin against skin that had filled the room and echoed off the walls just minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb the quiet. 

“You’re just so perfect, Yn. I can scarcely remember my life before you. I think my mind has forced out all that it could after you came along. You’ve always been nothing shy of perfect to me. I am overwhelmed at the idea that I will soon beagle to call you my wife, my queen.” 

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Natural Satellite [ch 7]

An In Stars and Time AU. In part seven, Isabeau talks to Loop. (SPOILER WARNING for the entire epilogue / "secret ending" / "two hats" / just really all conceivable spoilers! Read at your own risk!!!!!!)

You’re not going to talk to him, obviously. You’re under no obligation to chat up every idiot who comes your way. You’ll just stay in your tree and wish you were dead, like you always do when your stardust is off having manic episodes and/or interviewing genocidal maniacs. But when he shuffles up to your tree, the Fighter has the gall to say, “Um… Loop? Are you home?” (NO.) Against your better judgment, you allow him to see you. "You don’t really believe that this little tree is my home, do you?” “Nnnot... anymore?” “Aw, Fighter,” you giggle. “Did you think that stars grew on trees? I’m devastated to deprive you of such a charming misconception.”

Again, and I cannot emphasize this enough: a6se spoilers below!!!!

(And a followup PSA: with all the unsettling updates viz a viz "whoops maybe AI-training / content-scraping is coming to Tumblr too," for now I think I'm gonna stop posting entire chapters on here! I'll still post a sizeable preview, but the work in full will continue to hide out on ao3.)

In hindsight, your first mistake was letting yourself believe that things couldn’t get any worse. You should have known the Universe would take it as a challenge.

* * *

In a field a quarter-mile further south and a few hundred feet to the east, a Traveler jolts awake. They sit up on their elbows just in time to see their Fighter hurtling into view.

The Fighter beams at him. “It worked!!!!!”

“—Buh?”

(Ve~ry articulate, stardust. Why, I can’t think of a single reason why the big guy might take that the worst way he can think of!!!)

Sure enough, the Fighter sags a little. “U-Um. I meant… looping back without dying?”

“...Oh.” They’re not looking at him, just down at their own hand. Running their fingers over their palm with a vague, faraway look in their eye. For a second, you can feel phantom fingers ghost over your wrist. “Um. Sorry.”

The Fighter looks baffled. “What? No. I mean, I’m sorry. Why are you sorry?”

The Traveler just keeps staring at their palm. When the Fighter’s eyes follow theirs, he flushes all the way down his neck.

You roll your eyes. He was always sooo~ easy. Not that your silly little stardust could ever rub two brain cells together for long enough to notice.

You can’t feel them all the way on the rooftop. Maybe it’s because you never made it that far. Or maybe it’s the King’s wish, dampening yours. But you can feel them now. The pins-and-needles prickle of your palm. Warm static fizzing up your arm. You can feel the way you— the way they’re looking at their Fighter, and trying not to look, and looking anyway. You have many faults, but you’re not stupid. You can put one and one together.

“UHHH,” the Fighter blurts out, overloud. “I’m… really sorry? I just… You said I had to do something you w-wouldn’t expect and I—I guess I really really didn’t want you to stab yourself, so…”

Your eyebrows twitch. (No they don’t. You don’t have eyebrows, probably. Unless you do? How would you ever know?)

“No,” your stardust mumbles. “It’s. Um. It’s… sorry, it’s… Sorry. Um. Don’t… worry about it?”

(…Are they stupid? He’s definitely going to worry about it.)

“Okay!!!!” the Fighter shouts. “Cool!!! Then I definitely won’t!!!”

(Uh huh.)

The Traveler shakes his head muzzily. “I—uh. I should go… do something? Else?”

“Huh?”

They gather just enough of their shattered composure to muster a glare. “If you’re going to make us fight the King every time, then I need everyone’s special skills. Or else it’s going to take forever.”

“Everyone’s what-now?”

“Their— When I help them with their problems, they—” He huffs impatiently. “It doesn’t matter. I just mean, I have things to do. Now. With the others.”

Their Fighter blinks at them. “Wait. You get friendship quests?”

“...Yes?”

“Secret quests!!!” the Fighter gasps, brightening. “What do you do with everyone??”

“That’s private.”

“Okay, fair. Well, then, what did you do with me?”

The Traveler looks away. “…Not telling.”

Well, of course they won’t. Wouldn’t want their precious Fighter just… saying his lines. Parroting the same stupid sentiments over and over till the words all lose their meaning, like a certain blinding moron who you are, of course, far too decorous to name.

“U-Um,” the Fighter mumbles. “Okay, well. If you’re gonna be busy with the others, then… I think I wanna talk to Loop.”

You nearly fall out of your tree. Fortunately, the only witness is a nearby nest of swallows, which you’ve already sworn to silence.

In the field, your stardust looks almost as surprised. “You’re—what? Just you?”

The Fighter nods.

“You and Loop?”

“...Is that okay?”

“...Yes?” You can feel their bafflement all the way from here. Or is that yours? Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

* * *

You’re not going to talk to him, obviously. He’s not the one trapping you here. That would be his precious little Traveler. You’re under no obligation to chat up every idiot who comes your way. You’ll just stay in your tree and wish you were dead, like you always do when your stardust is off having manic episodes and/or interviewing genocidal maniacs.

But when he shuffles up to your tree, the Fighter has the gall to say, “Um… Loop? Are you home?”

(NO.)

Against your better judgment, you allow him to see you. "You don’t really believe that this little tree is my home, do you?”

“Nnnot anymore?”

“Aw, Fighter~,” you giggle. “Did you think that stars grew on trees? I’m devastated to deprive you of such a charming misconception.”

“That’s not what I—!! Aw, it doesn’t matter. Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Teehee! I wouldn’t worry about that!” Only people are capable of offense, and you haven’t been a person in a long time. “What is it that you want, Fighter? Or are you just here to enjoy the pleasure of my company.”

“Um… Well, I’m also here to say hi?”

Your patience thins. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

Isa— The Fighter flinches. “Haha… I guess I just wanted to ask about, um…” He pulls a notebook out of his pocket. “You and Sif have been trying to figure this out for, like, ages, right? Ages and ages of loops.”

“Mhmmm~~”

“And you’ve been talking with them this whole time.”

“That’s right! I’ve come to know my sweet little stardust quite intimately, teehee.”

The Fighter chokes. “I. Uh. Right. So, then, do you… Have you guys figured anything out about why this is happening?”

“‘Why,’ hm? Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves? I would’ve thought you’d start with ‘how.’”

“Well, it’s all one big ouroboros, isn’t it?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “That’s an awfully big word for a guy who can’t even confess a crush.”

His face flushes violently. Bullseye.

“Oooh, did I guess right?” you giggle, like it wasn’t abundantly obvious. “How embarrassing! You have such bad taste!”

“Hey.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You wink. “You’ve seen how they’ve been acting. Now that the show is over, they’re finally ready to show their true shades.”

The Fighter’s fists clench. Good. Time to finish him off. If you play your cards right, he’ll never want to come back.

“Say, here’s a fun game!” you say brightly. “Do you want to guess how many times he let you all die just to save a little time?”

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The Only One - Part 7: Immoral Comfort

Welp...Part 7, here we are. This is the part I started way before I even wrote Part 1, because I was in a Mood™. I originally thought this was going to be a 3 part story, but it looks like it's gonna be something closer to 12. Tbh, I didn't expect anyone to be interested in this fic because it was such a niche, back-of-the-brain thought. So, thank you to everyone who's made it this far with me and taken the time to leave comments!

I know it's been forever since I updated this, but I hope there are at least a few people who are still interested. I had a very specific way that I wanted things to happen in this chapter and I was being a little too picky about the details, so my apologies for the delay! If you want to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know!

*Dominionese language pulled from @dominionese-resource and their Dominionese dictionary. If you want me to clarify where I got certain words or phrases, or how I tried (clumsily) to piece them together myself, please feel free to ask. I probably conjugated a few verbs incorrectly or structured things wrong in places, but I tried. Also, the signature mentioned was based off this post on their blog.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Weyoun (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This has smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Vorta/Human sex, fingering, jealous Dukat, drunkenness, romantic Weyoun, telepathic/empathic connection, mild existential crisis, crying, sorta hurt/comfort? but mostly just stress/comfort, spoilers for S6E4 "Behind the Lines."

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Nearly a month passed from that long, odd day when I met Keevan and his men. I hated having to conceal part of my motives from Weyoun, but I didn’t have much of a choice. There was no way in hell I’d sit idly by while the Changelings took over my home. Major Kira, Odo, and a few others had begun a small resistance cell aboard the station, and so that they wouldn’t jeopardize my mission or I theirs, Kira had ordered me not to attend meetings. I was to keep my ears open and report to her as usual. She was allowing me to help but only in minor ways. Yes, it was important to cause chaos for the Dominion while they were occupying the station, but a position of influence and confidence like I currently held was insanely important for the intelligence gathering task that Starfleet had given me. Hell, I didn’t even know who all the members were.

That was definitely for the best. With the intimacy of the connection that Weyoun and I shared, my lack of knowledge kept myself and the rest of the resistance members safe. I’d have to be content helping in my own little way. Thus far, Dukat trusted me almost as much as Weyoun did, and Damar was slowly coming around to the belief that I wasn’t his enemy. All I had to do now was keep it up and find a way to contact Starfleet Command. Discreetly.

Seated beside each other one evening, Weyoun and I worked on our respective reports. I wasn’t particularly curious about the file he was reading until he picked up a stylus and wrote something. It was an odd group of symbols and marks that I’d never seen before. Without much thought about how rude it probably was, I tilted my head and watched how fluidly his fingers drew the stylus across the data PADD.

“What is that?” I asked quietly, and Weyoun gave me a perplexed look.

“A report about troop movements...?”

“Oh, not the report, I mean this,” I said pointing to the symbols he’d drawn out beneath the final paragraph. A look of understanding washed over him, and he gave me a small smile.

“That is my signature,” he answered simply, and I felt my eyes widen. “Have you not seen Dominionese written out before?”

“I’ve barely heard Dominionese, much less seen it. Is that really your name?” I asked unable to keep the wonder from my voice. I examined the markings a bit more carefully, wondering what each meant in order to form a name as precious as his.

Weyoun set the data PADD aside, picked up an empty one, and wrote the symbols a little neater this time. I watched the way his stylus glided over the PADD’s surface in practiced, fluid movements. When he was finished, he tilted the screen toward me to show me his handiwork, and I couldn’t stop a smile from splitting my lips. The more I looked at the symbols, the harder it became to shake the feeling that I’d seen something like them before.

The pendant! I pulled it out from beneath the collar of my uniform and sure enough, the symbols were similar. The engravings were in Dominionese.

“Weyoun, the pendant you gave me...what does it say?”

“Would you like me to tell you, or would you like me to teach you to read it yourself?” He asked with a twinkle in his eyes, and I felt myself perk up at the implication.

“Would you? I-I mean, are you willing to teach me? I know you’re busy with the station and the war, so I understand if you don’t have the time–” He cut me off with a quick kiss and set the PADD aside as he took my hands in his.

“My dear, I would be honored to teach you the language of your people,” Weyoun murmured. “I’m sure you’ll take to it quite easily. You’ve always been a fast learner, at least from what I’ve seen.”

‘My people.’ Both of us knew they weren’t anything of the sort after what they’d done, but I still appreciated his sentiment. Besides, the hope that he held about a potential reconciliation between myself and the Changelings, while utterly futile, was also incredibly sweet. After all that he'd been through, the fact that he still had hope was just a testament to the strength that the Founders chose not to see in their Vorta followers.

Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, I looked up at the gorgeous purple-eyed being on my sofa. How in the stars did I get so lucky?

Purple blush spread quickly across his cheeks, and Weyoun let out a shy little laugh. Right, the feelings. It had become more natural over the duration of our relationship for us to share our emotions through the strange telepathic connection we'd been granted, but there were still moments where it caught one or both of us off guard.

"As much as I wish I could keep you all to myself tonight and demonstrate exactly how much I adore you, didn't you say you were meeting a friend tonight?" His question pulled me from my reverie, and I blinked in comprehension.

“Computer, what time is it?”

“The time is eighteen-thirty hours,” it responded, and I got to my feet. Shit, he was right, and I was going to be late at this rate.

“Meeting Damar again?” Weyoun asked as he stood, too, and grasped my waist lightly. When I nodded my head, he gave me a gentle smile. “I’m so glad you’re making more friends. I know you were already acquainted with some of the Bajoran officers, but knowing that Keevan and Damar along with some of their officers have become close to you...I’m overjoyed! To tell you the truth, I thought you might feel isolated here given the personnel changes. I-I thought...you might regret staying.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I wrapped my arms around the Vorta’s neck.

“Well, I still feel a little out of place at times, but there are a few people here who’ve been kind to me," I murmured placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "For the record, you make staying here worth it. As long as I have you, I won't regret leaving Starfleet."

I knew this was only temporary - that as soon as the Federation regained control of the station I'd be back to being a Starfleet officer - but I was going to make the most of this while I could. Sure, I still had my mission and a very important job to do, but I wasn't about to waste my opportunity to soak in Weyoun's presence while I could.

A beautiful, joyful smile stretched his lips, and he pressed his forehead lightly against mine.

"Good, because running this station and protecting Bajor for the Dominion...it would be mind-numbingly dull without you, my dear." That brought a smile to my own lips, but probably for different reasons than he would've anticipated. The Founders would likely have blown a gasket hearing that one of their Vorta toys was bored with the job they'd been created to perform. If that wasn't proof that the Vorta were capable of being so much more than the Changelings thought, I didn't know what was. "Don't be late, now. I'll be here when you get back."

I nodded my head quietly and gave him a tender, parting kiss before making my way toward Quark's.

The Bajoran station was humming with the partially-exhausted crowds that naturally accompanied the end of a shift. Used to the tired throng of people either going for a meal or heading back to their quarters, I used a few of the back corridors - less-traveled areas, of course - to make up some time.

Rather quickly, I found myself slipping into the doorway to the Ferengi's bar and zeroing in on the seat that was held for me out of habit by Dukat's right hand man. Without preamble, I plopped myself on the padded stool and gave a polite nod to the Cardassian in question.

"I was wondering when you'd get here. Usually you're early," Damar said as he brought his glass of kanar to his lips. He seemed in unusually high spirits tonight. Either something minor and gossip-worthy had happened, or I should be very concerned about the state of the war.

"There was a lot of foot traffic tonight. Apparently everyone decided this was the night to be in my way," I said with a dismissive giggle. Quark caught my eye and nodded in acknowledgement. "You look like the cat that got the cream, Glinn. What's got you in such a good mood?"

The Ferengi bartender set my drink in front of me with a wink - I knew for a fact that he flirted with all the patrons who wouldn't kill him in the hopes that he'd get a bigger tip - but before he could leave, Damar's hand landed on his forearm.

"Anything the Lieutenant drinks tonight is on me. This is a celebration," the Glinn said with a smug smirk. Looking at him in surprise, I lifted my glass of kanar in salute.

"Why, thank you, Glinn. If I may ask, what's the occasion?" He tapped his glass against mine, and after we both took a generous swallow - clearly not his first of such this evening - he turned to face me on his stool.

"My impending promotion!" He said puffing up his armor-covered chest.

Uh oh.

"Wait a minute," Quark cut in as he polished a glass, "you started a fight in my bar and they're making you a Gul? What kind of way is that to run an army?"

Weyoun had mentioned the fight only a couple of days before. Apparently, it had been between Cardassian officers and Jem'Hadar soldiers. Quark's concern was completely valid. How the hell did that track?

"Dukat wasn't happy about what happened," Damar started refilling his glass and topping mine off, even though I'd only taken a single sip. "I had to find a way to make it up to him."

"I hope it was something big," Quark chimed in.

"Must've been a hell of a blowjob," I teased, and the tipsy Cardassian let out a raucous laugh.

"Nothing so personal. Let's just say it will change the course of history," he said before draining his glass once more. Quark's eyes met mine. This reeked of trouble.

"As a businessman," the Ferengi started, refilling the Glinn's glass himself, "I'm very interested in the course of history. This one's on me."

Damar accepted the drink with a nod and a raised glass.

"That's very kind of you, Quark, but I can't talk about it." Down the hatch went that drink, and I sipped slowly at mine as I formed a plan. Quark looked over at me, and sighed as he grabbed a third glass.

"Of course, I understand. Have another," he offered, refilling Damar's drink, topping up mine, and pouring one for himself. I'd never imbibed heavily before, but there was a first time for everything.

--

Making our way to Kira's quarters while intoxicated was more difficult that I'd anticipated. Not only did I have to keep myself upright, but I had to try and steady Quark as well. The dirty bastard's hand roamed several times, but a threat to remove them at the wrist seemed to sober him up just enough for him to process how bad of an idea it had been.

We were practically dragged into the Major's quarters when we got there, having seemingly stumbled our way into a meeting of her resistance group. So much for me not knowing who was involved. She'd clearly bet on the probability of me forgetting the night's events by the morning, otherwise she wouldn't have let me in at all.

After several rambling attempts at conversation, Quark got a little agitated, and Kira tried to drag him back on course.

"How can I relax when there are thousands of Jem'Hadar ships are sitting on the other side of the wormhole, waiting to come through?" He slurred, and Jake shook his head, trying to placate him.

"Don't worry about it. They're stuck there." He sounded so confident - so naïvely certain.

"Noooo, Jake. They're coming," I said, clutching at his arm as if I could make the young man understand. "If Damar was telling the truth, they'll be able to get through soon."

"What are you talking about?" Kira asked, and together we managed a somewhat intelligible, if slurred, explanation of what happened. Odo and Kira shared a look, and I was ordered to head back to my quarters.

How I got back, though, was a mystery to everyone, myself included. All I recalled the next morning was the vague impression of Weyoun helping me into clean clothes and letting me cuddle him until I fell asleep.

I really hoped that I'd dreamed saying how pretty he was so many times. He deserved to know he was handsome, but I didn't exactly want to sound like such a moron when conveying that to him.

Gentle lips against my cheek brought me back to consciousness in the morning, and I burrowed farther into my lover's embrace. My head ached and everything felt dry and scratchy and too loud.

No wonder I heard so many people warning about how strong kanar was. If this is how it felt the morning after, I was quite happy never to taste that syrupy shit again.

"Come, my love. It's time to get up," Weyoun crooned in a gentle, careful whisper. An involuntary groan escaped me, and he ran his fingers softly through my hair. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. I have something that'll help, though."

"I don't think even your gorgeous cock can fix this," I rasped as I forced myself to sit up - an utterly monumental task in that state.

"As honored as I am that you view me as a potential cure to many ailments, I was talking about this," he said reaching for a hypospray sitting on the bedside table. "It'll take away the majority of your symptoms."

I tried to nod my head, but it just ended with me wincing and lying back down. A quiet hiss sounded against my upper arm, and a few moments later, the pain melted away as if Weyoun's fingers trailing over my scalp had behaved like a poultice, absorbing the Evil Hangover straight from the source.

Featherlight kisses landed on my closed eyelids, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sensation.

"I take it you and Damar had fun last night?" He teased, and I groaned.

"For your own health, never ever try to match drinks with a Cardassian soldier." I cautioned, but before I could say more, the comm system chimed.

"Dukat to Weyoun. There is an urgent meeting in thirty minutes. Bring the Lieutenant with you. She'll want to be a part of this." He didn't wait for a response, simply stated the message and cut the line.

A long-suffering sigh escaped my lover's lips, and he fixed me with a stare. Those soft, warm purple eyes of his filled with a playful sort of calculating stare. He then picked up a glass of water and gave me a wink.

"Computer, deactivate Universal Translator in this room," he ordered, and my eyebrows shot upward. The acknowledging chirp from the computer stirred my curiosity. Holding the glass of water between us, he pointed at it and murmured a single word. "Na."

I blinked, and he, noticing my blankness, smiled and repeated the word before gesturing a hand at me. I repeated the word, still mildly confused, but it pleased him, and just like that something clicked.

Apparently, this was my first lesson in how to speak Dominionese. My pronunciation had been right on the money, but I didn't know if he meant the cup itself, or what was in the cup.

"Na?" Reaching forward, I tapped the glass as I asked, then I dipped a fingertip into the liquid, "or is this na?"

A look of comprehension flickered across his face, and he touched the liquid as I had, repeating the word confidently. He had me say it once or twice more, and offered me the glass with a cheerful little kiss on the forehead.

As we dressed for our meeting with Dukat, Weyoun tapped items of clothing and various objects around the room, giving me their names in his language and having me repeat them until my pronunciation was satisfactory. By the time that the translator came back online, I couldn't help but feel proud that I'd absorbed so much while recovering from a hangover.

--

The Changeling standing in the wardroom sent a bolt of anxiety rocketing through me. Why was a Founder here? Wasn't it enough for the Vorta to keep their people informed? Odo stood at her side, looking confused, a little suspicious, and...was he happy? I supposed that he must be. After all, he wasn't the one who'd been exiled from ever returning to their homeworld. The slightly guarded yet curious glances he threw her way said more than words ever could.

How long had she been on the station? How deeply into him had she sunk her claws?

I had my answer when I glanced at the table and noted that Major Kira was conspicuously absent. For the safety of the resistance and the Federation's future, I had to assume that Odo had been compromised.

"Founder, it is an honor," Weyoun said sinking into a low bow at my side. His hand still rested squarely in mine, but I didn't copy his actions. Lifting my chin in defiance, I merely looked at her as her hawk-like eyes watched us - or rather, me. She didn't seem to even notice Weyoun, choosing instead to stare at me.

"We meet again, child of Meris," she said, but I just lifted an eyebrow. What sort of response could I possibly give after she banished me? I'd chosen Weyoun over my people - a decision I could never regret - but I had no intention of discussing my logic with one so cruel that she could not comprehend that what she'd almost done was wrong in the extreme. "Have you nothing to say to your kin?"

Glancing around the room in faux contemplation, I shook my head blankly.

"I see no kin here. Besides, the last time we spoke, you made your opinion on my existence quite clear." I was proud of how calm and logical I sounded despite the anger boiling within me.

"Perhaps our opinions of you have changed," she said taking a few steps toward me. Looking away from her, I spotted Dukat and was, for once, grateful for his presence.

"What did you call us here for, Gul?" The smirk that met my inquiry sent a shiver down my spine. "I trust it wasn't just for this...reunion?"

"Come, Lieutenant. Have a seat by me. We have a breakthrough to discuss," he called, and I did as he suggested. Pulling Weyoun gently along, I ensured that the Founder wasn't given the chance to sit on either side of me. All the meeting gave me were specifics on the plan to remove the minefield. Nearly everything Dukat and Damar said were things I'd heard from the latter the night before, and I forced myself to act surprised.

I caught Damar looking at me a few times, doubtless trying determine how much he'd said the night before and how much I remembered. When I gave him an innocent smile and acted engrossed in Dukat's speech as if it was all new, he seemed to relax.

Very well. Let the drunkard believe that he'd averted a crisis. The more his people underestimated their opposition, the easier it would be to catch them off their guard.

"You will keep me informed," the Founder said rising to her feet as if she was a queen. Without waiting for an answer from Gul Dukat, she turned to Odo. "Come. I wish to speak with you alone."

I expected him to toss out an abrasive comment, but instead, he followed her like an obedient puppy.

What the hell was going on?

Before I could say a word to Weyoun, though, the Founder tossed a glance over her shoulder.

"Come, Weyoun. We require your service," she called not waiting for an answer as she swept out of the room. He gave me an apologetic kiss on the cheek before rushing after the pair of Changelings, and then I was left alone with the two Cardassians.

"Well, well, that wasn't exactly what I was expecting," Dukat murmured, and I let out a heavy sigh. I still had the edge of a headache from this morning's hangover. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat. "Oh dear. You do seem stressed."

It was all I could do to keep my eyelids from snapping open when one of his large hands rested on my thigh, squeezing the muscles there in what I guessed was supposed to be a soothing gesture. I hummed low in my throat - the sound's meaning was one that I let him interpret on his own.

"Did I wear you out last night?" Damar asked with a huff of laughter, and Dukat let out a scandalized gasp. I could imagine just how wide his eyes had grown as he looked between his officer and me.

"Don't tell me you were with another Cardassian!" He sounded sufficiently playful, but still just jealous enough to bring a smile to my lips. Good. I had him hook, line, and sinker.

"Only for a drink," I replied, and Damar took that as his cue to leave. The door hissed closed, leaving me truly alone with Dukat. Why shouldn't I use this as an opportunity to deepen his trust in me?

"No wonder you look so tired," Dukat murmured sounding much closer than before. His other hand touched my forehead and his lips met my cheek. "Poor girl. I can massage that headache away if you like...?"

Letting out a harsh, skeptical laugh, I finally opened my eyes and tilted my head to face him.

"And trust your hands not to wander? Forgive me, Gul, but I've heard stories of your dalliances during the Occupation–"

"Are you truly telling me that after all we've been through over the years, you wouldn't enjoy a little...dalliance of our own? Especially considering that your pretty little Vorta toy will likely be busy serving the Founder's wishes while she's aboard. We wouldn't want you to grow lonely, would we? I could keep you entertained," he challenged as he skimmed his fingertips down the side of my face. After seeing the Founder in the flesh and how unquestioningly obedient Weyoun was to her, suddenly Dukat didn't seem so bad.

Relativity, indeed. Tilting my head, I skimmed my lips ever-so-lightly over the palm of his hand and looked up at him - a nice touch, if I do say so myself.

"You wish," I breathed, and a devilish smirk stretched his lips. Oh, I was playing with fire.

"Would such a wish really be so surprising?" The Gul's voice was low and intimate - soft, as though he thought that was what I needed.

I did. I needed gentleness quite badly. Just not from him.

"Coming from you? Not in the slightest." I put as much condescension in my tone as I dared, hoping he'd take it as a clumsy attempt at Cardassian-style flirting. A raspy chuckle vibrated deep in his throat, prompting me to get to my feet.

"You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

"I should. After all, Weyoun–"

"–will be busy with the female Founder and Odo for quite some time. You are free to do as you wish," he argued, but I shook my head quietly.

"I have duties."

"You don't. I took the liberty of having Major Kira clear your schedule for the day." I froze, and obviously didn't hide my surprise well, because he continued in a more amused tone. "Initially, I believed that you'd want the time for a family reunion, but given your reaction to your long-lost relation, you could use the time for something more...enjoyable. Improving interstellar relations between Bajor and Cardassia, perhaps...?"

He stood and moved in front of me, tilting my chin up so that eyes met his.

"There's no need to be coy," he whispered. "Obviously, we both want this..."

"You want me?" I asked, attempting to sound as innocent as I could while my hand slid up to his neck ridge. He practically moaned out a 'yes,' and I grabbed the section of his ridge that Kira had taught me was a weak point for Cardassians. Dukat let out a pained hiss, but the delighted smirk on his face spoke more of arousal than discomfort. "Then work for it. I'm not one of your comfort women from the previous occupation. If you want me, then you need to earn the privilege. Understood?"

"Oh yes, Lieutenant." Though strained, he still managed to sound flirtatious. I released him and spun on my heel. Sparing him a single glance over my shoulder as I walked out, I noted the tent in his uniform trousers.

--

This was a mess. Everything was a mess. If the Federation didn't retake the station soon, the resistance might be in shambles. Damar was clearing the wormhole, Odo was wrapped around the Female Founder's little finger, and Dukat's actions today might have finally convinced Major Kira that I wasn't worth trusting...that I'd truly betrayed the Federation and Bajor. Besides that, I might have to close my eyes and do something I'd very much regret with Dukat.

Guilt wound through me every time that I acknowledged how much I'd encouraged his attraction. I knew I needed information for the Federation and the Resistance, and I needed the Gul to trust me, but was flirting with him even the right move considering everything at stake?

I had no idea how long I was stuck in my thoughts, but at some point that evening, I became vaguely aware that Weyoun had returned to our quarters. His voice washed gently over my ears, but I didn’t hear a word. My eyes remained lost in the stars just outside the window, and my arms had been crossed protectively around my middle for goodness only knew how long.

What could I do to stop the minefield being removed when I hadn't even found a way to communicate with Starfleet Command? I mean, what had I been doing all this time besides playing house with a Vorta?

A wave of concern flowed from Weyoun to myself through our odd link as he sensed my emotions, but I didn’t move a muscle. Even when his hands took up careful residence on my shoulders, I couldn’t bring myself to do more than blink.

“Something is wrong, isn’t it?” Weyoun’s smooth, concerned voice asked from behind me as I stared out into the oblivion of space. He could read people better than they could read themselves, and I was certainly no exception, not that I was making it particularly difficult for him at the moment. Even if we hadn't been empathically linked, it wouldn't have been hard to see how wilted I felt. “You’ve been quieter than usual since you returned from that late night with Damar, and now with Founder here... You’ve been preoccupied. I realize that you don’t want me to think of you as the offspring of a deity, but...I live to serve you in whatever ways you may require, my love. What can I do to help you?”

I felt too vulnerable and too closed off all at once, like a frayed wire being strangled by what little remained of its casing. Who else could I say anything to? Who else cared about what I said, even if this all turned out to be a ruse - a long game that he'd been playing so patiently - in the end?

Weyoun was the only one. I couldn’t trust anyone on this station, not anymore, not where it was important. Hell, I shouldn’t even fully trust him, but what other choice did I have?

For this...could I risk it just this once? He thought of Changelings as gods. He regarded the being who was my biological father as a god, and I myself as a demigod of sorts. Would this be taking advantage of the programming the Founders had included in his genetic makeup? Would he feel obligated to listen to me drivel on without regard for his own feelings despite my protests that I wanted only his honesty?

When I turned and my eyes met his, I felt something in me break. Weyoun looked so worried. Precious man. His almost neon purple eyes were moist as though he were on the verge of tears like I was - he truly was distressed over my current state. I knew my own eyelids were most likely puffy from the tears I’d shed - the emotions threatening to spill over again at any moment - and I knew that he’d have noticed that by now. He was much too clever for his own good.

A low whisper of my name brought me out of my thoughts enough to notice that the Vorta’s brow had furrowed just a little bit more than before.

“Please...it pains me to see you like this. I beg you, please let me help,” he said barely above a whisper, and whatever cracks had formed in my defenses extended far enough that I could no longer keep up my flimsy facade. My eyes burned, my vision blurred, and tears began rolling down my cheeks. A flicker of fear passed over Weyoun’s features and through our bond, and although I wanted to comfort him, all that escaped me was a quiet sob. There wasn’t much space left between us to begin with, but he still stepped forward as much as he could and lifted his hands, allowing them to hover on either side my face as if he was afraid to touch me. “H-How do I help you?”

In answer, I reached out and wrapped my arms around him. Pressing my face quietly against his shoulder, I felt his own limbs envelope me without hesitation - one around my middle and one around my upper back - holding me close to him. Weyoun was nearly trembling from how fiercely and protectively he was embracing me.

“I’m here,” he murmured against my temple in that soft, comforting voice. This time instead of it being filled with steady lies as it so often was in meetings, I could hear it wavering with emotion just as it had so long ago on that Dominion ship and when he found that I'd remained on the station despite its occupation. “You are not alone. You have me; you always will. I promise. No matter what happens with the Dominion, the Alpha Quadrant, the Gamma Quadrant...you will always have me. I know what it is to be alone, and I swear you never will be again.”

Safe in his arms, I found myself no longer caring whether this was just a ploy or not, because I so desperately wanted to believe that I wouldn’t be alone anymore. He'd been here, but I hadn't allowed him to see just how stressed I was trying to toe the line between the Dominion and Bajor. I wanted to believe he was telling the whole truth. Just this once.

Just this once.

So I nodded my head against his shoulder and simply let myself be comforted by his embrace, by his promise, and by this one act of kindness, dangerous though it might eventually prove to be.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to get out around my stuttered breaths. I was. He didn’t deserve to have someone sobbing all over him for no reason. He was the one who needed kindness, especially after the way I’d seen that Founder treating him. He wasn't some pet for them to order around. He deserved so much more kindness than he was being shown.

Yet he was the one showing it to me. Whether incited by genuine concern or by his programmed devotion to the Founders - and myself by extension - Weyoun had never been anything less than sweet and gentle and courteous to me.

But how could I allow a shred of doubt into my head? Just thinking back to the first time I'd felt the extent of his love for me, I remembered how different his emotions had been compared with those he'd felt for the beings who had cloned him.

Shame wove hot and heavy through the ravages of my sorrow.

“You of all people have no reason to apologize to me,” he said before pressing his lips against my forehead in a tender kiss. “What could you possibly have to be sorry about? You have never been unkind to me, you’ve never hurt me. You’ve only ever shown me love and compassion. You are the most remarkable person I’ve ever encountered.”

“You have better things to do than put up with someone crying all over you,” I muttered daring to tilt my head back enough to look up into Weyoun’s eyes. He looked almost startled at my statement.

“My dear, you act as though you are a burden to be borne. I assure you, nothing is further from the truth,” he murmured in a pained voice. One of his hands lifted and cupped my cheek. His thumb skimmed gently across my skin wiping away the last of my tears. Leaning into his touch, I let my eyelids flutter shut. I knew I shouldn’t be this open with him - he was the Female Founder’s puppet while she was aboard the station, after all - but I couldn’t help it. Who else could I possibly be vulnerable with? Considering the cruelty and violence of this war surrounding me on a daily basis, was it really so wrong to enjoy a simple moment of self-indulgent intimacy? I raised my hand to cover Weyoun’s and turned my head just far enough to kiss his wrist.

It wasn’t even close to an adequate thank you for all he’d done for me, but it was all I could manage. I knew he’d understand - he always understood me with a startling degree of accuracy, even when I couldn’t express myself correctly or fully.

“Why do you think so little of yourself?” He asked in barely more than a whisper as his eyes slid from our hands to meet my gaze. “You are lovely and kind to everyone, even those like me who don’t deserve it–”

“But you do deserve it. You always have, Weyoun, no matter how the Founders may have treated you,” I said quietly looking up into his eyes. He blinked owlishly at me, and I leaned in, kissing his cheek. “Can you still not see that after all this time, darling?”

“I suppose I...still have a bit of trouble separating myself from the way the Founders created us,” he admitted as a lavender blush colored his cheeks. “Forgive me–”

“Hush. There’s nothing to forgive,” I promise coaxing him into resting his forehead against mine. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I knew his excellent Vorta hearing would still register what I had to say. “We are, always have been, and always will be equals.”

“I believe you,” he murmured as his hands took up a timid grip on my waist. He took a slow, deep breath and as he exhaled, I rested my hands gently on his shoulders. Nothing had technically changed - the war was still raging, my father was still a missing murderer, and Dukat was still playing a tyrannical, slutty version of king of the castle with the station.

And yet...there in Weyoun’s arms, such a fundamental shift had occurred that it felt as though I suddenly could take on the universe. Perhaps it was a part of the Vorta coding which bound them to the Founders that made me feel reassured as I stood there, his own confidence in me bleeding over and restoring my own.

Or perhaps there was another explanation. The relationship that had been developing between us had shown no cracks until Dukat tried to worm his way between us. Even now, I was acutely aware that the Gul had plenty of reasons to try and manipulate me on that front. Why had I ever allowed myself to listen to a single word he said? Was I so afraid of losing Weyoun that I assumed it was just my luck that I would?

I had doubted myself and my judgment regarding him for so long that I suppose I didn’t feel like I deserved to be loved with the kind over unwavering affection Weyoun had shown me. Even as that thought crossed my mind, doubts filtered through from my subconscious that I shouldn’t have allowed myself to take this much liberty with his affection as it was - that I was weak for doing so.

But I needed him, and I loved him. Weyoun had assuaged my fears on that front so many times before, but was that justification enough for continuing?

“Such chaos thrust upon one person... Let me be your shielding."

The soft earnestness surrounding Weyoun's words had me crumbling in his arms. Almost without conscious thought, I tilted my head and caught his lips in a kiss that I hoped said all the words I couldn't muster. My lover didn't hesitate to return the gesture, kissing me with such tenderness that it took my breath away.

Slowly, naturally, our movements gained momentum, becoming hungrier and more desperate by the second. Just as he'd done after my encounter with Keevan, Weyoun easily took control. Something urgent and lurid passed between us, and in a blur of discarded clothing, we fell into our bed.

We'd experimented with each other over the time we'd been together, but we hadn't quite taken that final step. With his fingers pumping between my legs and mine caressing the base of his length and the folds of his slit, he whispered in my ear.

"I want to make love to you. Please, I'm ready. I'm aching for you, my love. I've dreamt of you so many times..."

I couldn't possibly deny him. Why would I even want to after all this time? I loved him, and I would never pressure him into doing more than he was comfortable with. I would, however, be lying if I said that I'd never imagined what our first time together would be like.

My imagination paled in comparison to the sweet sounds he made as he entered me for the first time. His name was a prayer on my lips, just as mine was on his. Our pleasure was reflected, doubled, then increased exponentially by the bond that formed between our minds. We merged so completely that I couldn't tell where Weyoun began and I ended.

The wet slap of skin-on-skin sounded less obscene and more...restorative. We both needed this. Our reasons might have been different, but our desires, our love, stemmed from the same source.

When he finally spilled within my trembling body, tears dampened both our faces. Weyoun's teeth had left bite marks down my neck, and I'd left a few scratches down his back.

Aside from murmured declarations of love between kisses, we didn't speak. What could we say? What could possibly need to be said so desperately that either of us would risk disturbing the peaceful, content atmosphere that had settled over us like a blanket?

Gentle touches, cuddles, and affectionate looks carried us delicately into dreamland that night.

--

The next morning as I blinked hazily into awareness, I thought the Vorta was still asleep. Trailing my fingers ever-so-softly through his mussed, silky, black hair, I couldn't help but smile. He was supposed to be unsettling to the Dominion's enemies and charming in equal measure, but all I could see was how gentle he was. I knew he had it within him to be manipulative, charming, and underhanded all in a matter of moments - that was how the Changelings had cloned him to be - and I'd witnessed it. But there was something satisfying about seeing the head of station's occupying force curled up like a kitten in my arms.

"That feels good." The words breezed from his lips, carried on his breath as easily and lightly as a feather. I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my lips.

"I won't stop, then," I whispered, and he let out an appreciative hum.

"I meant it, you know. Every Weyoun since our very first iteration over a hundred years ago has seen your face in our dreams. Seeing you on the Defiant...I recognized you immediately."

My hand slowed atop his scalp. My lover's voice was low and nervous, as if he was afraid I'd mock him or accuse him of lying. Instead, I watched as he lifted his head from my chest and looked up at me with wide, gentle eyes.

"But...that was so long ago..." I was confused, definitely, but I wanted to hear him out. Across our bond, I could feel tension, as if Weyoun was taking a chance saying any of this.

"My very first memories are images of you from prior iterations' dreams. They all saw your face so frequently that they knew you were someone vitally important...that the Founders were allowing us visions of a blessing they planned to give us. The fourth Weyoun...he'd almost lost hope the day you met him," he murmured. "Only the important memories - the ones that stand out - are encoded for future iterations to retain. You...your face has survived every activation."

A lump rose in my throat. How was that possible? I'd heard of people having visions they thought were from their deities - hell, even Captain Sisko had visions from the Bajoran Prophets - but I knew for a fact that the Founders weren't gods. Even they couldn't predict the future like that. Otherwise, I had no doubt that they would've stopped my father from mating with a Human.

"In the dreams, you called out to me...said my name...promised you'd find me no matter what. I've never told anyone this before, but in my darkest hours...the moments where my faith in the Founders was at risk of falling apart, I clung to the image of your face hovering over me...and it strengthened me," Weyoun admitted in a whisper as he cupped my cheek, gliding his thumb over my skin. "I-I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Unable to make my tongue work, I shook my head and kissed his lips. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? What could I say about that revelation?

I hadn't even begun to sort through the messy tangle of emotions in my chest when the comm chimed.

“Damar to Weyoun.” Of course, there was never a calm, quiet moment on this station, even with it under the Dominion's thumb. The Vorta sighed quietly, the warmth of his breath caressing my skin as softly as his lips had in the wake of our intimacy.

“What is it?” He asked quietly, sounding more reluctant than I’d ever heard him. He didn’t move away from me any more than I did from him. If anyone had been watching, they’d doubtlessly assume that our nude bodies were stuck together beneath the blanket by some immutable, unseen force.

“You’re needed in Security. Now.” The Cardassian sounded smug, a fact which never seemed to bode well in his company. "We've just arrested a saboteur. The Ferengi bartender's brother, Rom."

~*~*~

Dominionese:

Na = water

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hi, so lately at night I’ve had extreme brain rot of streamer au!xiao, & I just recently read your “they see a suggestive edit or reader” so can I ask for that with xiao ? :)

streamer! xiao x reader

ft— xiao warnings— suggestive content, slight nsfw? nothing too much!! nothing else that i know off.. a/n— im so sorry for holding this off for so long! i hope you enjoyed this, you deserve it for being so understanding and patient <3 btw i changed it to just reader and not online friend reader as i already started this off with them together (in a room) hope u don’t mind.

recommend listening to: diamonds - chris travis(sped up)

streamer! xiao x reader

he is absolutely shocked. devastated. concerned. but he's also liking it.. very much.

it was a normal day, just him streaming with you in the background, you were minding your own business, scrolling through instagram while xiao was talking to his viewers

you paid no attention to what they were talking about, it was just like every other stream, them talking to xiao or the other way around, talking about future updates.

what caught your attention was how xiao suddenly went quiet, how you heard a message that made you turn around to face xiao.

“is xiao blushing...?? EVERYBODY KEEP ON SENDING THEM IN!!”

that was the message. when you turn your head around you see xiao staring at the screen which showed his discord with a video. the video had you as the thumbnail.

you raise your eyebrow as you questioned xiao why he went quiet all of the sudden.

xiao, in response to your question spins around as his eyes bores into yours, his face flushed which intrigues you.

“uuuuuh nothing..?” it’s absolutely something (ᓀ ᓀ).” 

when he doesn’t answer you get up and walk over towards his screen and place your hands on his mouse to click on the video, but once you do he immediately places his over yours to prevent you from trying to do anything

you look at xiao, you were definitely suspicious now. xiao pulls his hand back and sulks in his chair, waiting for you to just watch the video to get this over and done with.

clicking on the video, you see that it’s a video of you, but it’s not a cute or funny edit, it’s a very suggestive edit.

it was a edit of you literally doing nothing that would be suggestive but with the help of the song and effects it definitely looked like you were doing something very not sfw.

honestly, you couldn’t help but feel concerned as well. just like xiao, a blush creeps onto your face—you didn’t expect a edit of you like that.

after the edit ends you clear your throat which catches the attention of xiao, “... is this what you were.. all silent about?”

he shakes his head, but his expressions says otherwise.

xiao, at that very moment, felt like bursting. he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole, he could not bear the embarrassment.

but before he could burst like a bubble, you turned your attention to his stream, his viewers.

pursing your lips and glaring at the screen(.... no comment), xiao expects you to ask who sent that or something like that, what he doesn’t expect is you to ask if anybody had anymore edits of you.

his eyes widen when he heard your question.

“what- why would you-” “what? i want to see more.” “................why”

with your question everybody that was on his stream all went to their discord and posted EVERY.SINGLE.EDIT. they had of you.

so many videos appeared on xiao’s discord, xiao noticed how your eyes twinkled mischievously.

groaning, his hands covered his face and slid back down, he really did didn’t want to see more edits of you, especially if they’re nsfw..

you spend the next 30 minute watching every single edit everybody posted, some were cute, funny, weird.. or suggestive.

of course you comment on every single edit!! cause why not?

xiao could be watching a edit of you which is cute, so he smiles softly, but when you scroll down and play the video and it’s abolustely the opposite of what you two had just watched he internally and externally screaming.

you turn around to face xiao who’s covering his face with his hand but you can see how there’s a small opening.  ε-(´・｀)

you roll your eyes playfully and resume watching the edit.

xiao’s heart beats 100x faster when he watches a suggestive edit of you, his cheeks burn and he notices how the room also gets hotter, but not for you. you’re fine, but him? yeah, bro’s sweating so much like good lord.

after watching SO many suggestive edits of you, he looks down as he felt uncomfortable, not because of the edits but more of.. something else.

looking down he notices a bulge appearing. his eyes literally shoot out of their sockets (not literally, please.)

and he’s thanking the gods right now as the screen does not show his waist and below.

and he’s so thankful that you didn’t notice, or maybe you did.. but didn’t want to tell him.

xiao clears his throat and grabs one of the nearby pillows and places it on his lap which causes you to stare at him and watch as he puts the pillow on his lap.

you quirk your eyebrows but shrug it off and continue to watch the edits while the people on stream start to comment on his weird action.

some even catching on why he did that.

“wait. you guys.. is xiao hiding something below?!?! HIS BULGE?”

when xiao notices someone commenting that he was hiding his bulge he’s scared. literally.

he again, clears his throat which prompts you to look at him AGAIN, and sigh.

xiao pulls out his phone and asks if you would like anything to eat for lunch to which you obviously say yes to!!

his plan was to keep your gaze off his screen for as long as he could and it worked! somehow.

you didn’t think anything was off, which was good.

after eating your food, you again, unfortunately look at the screen and see how everybody was spamming in the comments, everyone was talking about his ‘bulge”.

you’re confused at first, but after piecing one and one together you finally understand. you’re flustered.

and xiao too, was flustered, ah, yes. two flustered people in the same room <3

but now it was getting too embarrassing. too embarrassing to his liking, so you know what he did? ended the stream. yes. he did that.

“xiao? what- why did you end it?”, “we need to talk.”

upon hearing what xiao said you were scared, at first, but then you remembered about his.. bulge situation. a grin appearing on your face.

he then goes on about how yes, he did have a bulge because of the edits and then goes on how he feels sorry, and guilty.

and he was extremely sorry if you felt uncomfortable and so on but you cut him off with a kiss, to his surpise.

and honestly he loved it. at first he’s taken aback and is stiff but melts into your touch.

you pull back from the kiss but xiao immediately pulls you back and you two end up kissing for quite some time that it eventually leads to....

note: if you would like to be added to the genshin taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato   @v4an @imetsk(couldn’t find ur main acc xiaxiao) @fiannee @sunnyf4lls @fiannee 

there were others but i couldn’t find your account : @kuaenyx @mobiuskiss, dm me if this was one of your accs!!

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!

another note: I LOVE YOU!! please forgive me that i held onto this for i dont know how long which is how bad it was :(( i really hope you enjoy this!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[ofmermaidstories]

I really want to join the journaling comm but I don't know how to journal... the most I've dabbled in it is keeping a diary for a few months as a kid

eh, join it anyways!!! what’s a better place to get a feel for it than a community dedicated to it, right? 📓✨ there’s no rules to it, and tbh—anything goes!!! like, i also started journalling (keeping a diary) as a kid! but i didn’t get serious with it until i was about twelve—right after i read Anne Frank’s diary. 🥺 i went out, bought a notebook, and because it was plain i got some left over wrapping paper and a birthday card with a rose on it that i liked and recovered it, and then started all my diary entries with “Dear Kitty”, lmao, just like Anne! looking back it was so interesting because like, i was writing like i expected someone to read it—i carefully did a lot of word art, i glued things in, i wrote like i was updating a story. but the entries were so—boring! LOL. they were about, idk. fighting with my friends, or being teased by the boys i had crushes on. or detailing the exact moments in which they were nice to me. 💀 the angst i felt about turning 13, like it was some magical portal. when one boy—whom i’d had a crush on for years before and who knew it, and would tease me viciously for it in front of everyone—moved away, and we said goodbye. 🥺 my diaries got sporadic in highschool, and then afterwards i went through a phase of “creative journalling”, i guess? where like, the point was to make them as pretty as possible. i was posting them online!!! i drew a lot in those ones, painted. one of them even had a little storyline. 🥹 and then i stopped for a few years. at one point i made a project out of writing letters, instead of keeping a journal—like i would make the envelopes and everything! but now i’m back to just writing in a notebook. it’s nothing fancy! kinda big, blank pages. i paint a little in it with watercolours, sometimes, or draw me and bakugou kissing (lmao) but most of the time i’m only working in it when i need it to soak up my tears. 🥹 there are literally no rules with keeping a journal. you can literally—literally!!!—do anything you want with it. people junk journal/scrapbook, they keep notion pages for it, they bullet journal. some people are strict with keeping up with it, some people aren’t. there’s so many systems, so many ways of doing it and hopefully our little community will showcase them all so yes!!! definitely come join lmao. if you wanna. :3