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punkshort · 3 days ago

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Swept Away: Season Two

Chapter Two: Kokomo

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: The first few days back in Fiji was heaven on earth - until things start to unravel.

Chapter Warnings: language, reader has long-ish hair, fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), alcohol and food consumption, wedding talk, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of OC substance abuse, an air of mystery, perhaps?

WC: 7.4K

Series Masterlist

A/N: inspired by this ask. I should also mention I have some personal stuff going on that I've been struggling with and yesterday things took a nose dive — I haven't been on here as much as usual but I'll try to hop on when I have the ability. Thank you for understanding ❤️

It had only been a couple days at The Parador and Joel had warned you repeatedly the hotel wasn't fully operational yet, to expect some things to not be ready or up to snuff, but so far it felt like literal heaven on earth. Waking up the past few mornings with the warm sea breeze floating in through the open doors of your bedroom, laying next to the man you loved more than anything, your future husband, while exotic birds sang somewhere outside had you on cloud nine.

The first day you arrived, you had wandered around the villa in awe. There were three bedrooms, including the master, and each had its own ensuite bathroom. You realized right away your parents easily could have stayed with you, but you didn't say anything to Joel. Deep down, you appreciated the privacy, and you had a feeling Joel wanted the same. The way your parents acted any time you mentioned Joel or the wedding was really starting to gnaw at you, and resentment was burning brighter than you let on.

Granted, your relationship with your parents hadn't always been great. Growing up in their house had its challenges. You and your mother butt heads a lot and your father had a tendency to work as much as possible, creating a void between you during the most formative years in your life. It was around the time you announced you were moving to Los Angeles for college that you felt your relationship with them crumble even more. They absolutely hated the idea of you living in L.A. — preconceived notions of the city they read online had your mother convinced you would be homeless and your father thinking you would "fall into the wrong crowd". But once you graduated and got a job at a production company, you thought their minds would be put at ease, so you did your best to repair that relationship. As more time passed and the phone calls became shorter and more uncomfortable, you began to wonder if they had hoped you would fail just so you would have to move back home, proving them right.

All of that aside, getting engaged and moving in with Joel should have shown them how happy and successful you were. They should have been happy, too. Yet, they still held back, refusing to get to know Joel better or talk much about your engagement.

It was the only dark cloud over an otherwise amazing time in your life, so you were ultimately glad Joel decided to book them a villa in a different hotel instead of sharing a room. The last thing you wanted was for them to ruin the grand opening of The Parador with their negativity looming around every corner. Both you and Joel worked so hard on the hotel, you deserved to enjoy yourselves.

And enjoy yourselves, you did. It was your third day on the island and even Joel couldn't resist how spectacular it felt to be back in paradise. He looked so relaxed and happy that it was hard to remember you were technically there to work, with some wedding planning scheduled during the quieter parts of your days. But it didn't stop either of you from lounging by the pool or beach whenever you could with your phones and laptops while upbeat music played softly through the speakers surrounding the area. It surprised you at first, to see Joel so relaxed during a workday. It was a far cry from the way he behaved the last time you were in Fiji.

Another thing you certainly didn't recall him doing the last time you were there was having a cocktail or two with lunch. He had grown particularly fond of frozen drinks, something that always made you giggle when you saw him sipping around all the fruit and a fancy umbrella, shoulders shifting slightly in rhythm with the music.

"What?" he asked hazily from his lounge chair when he heard you. His sunglasses were perched on the tip of his nose and his lips were wrapped around the bright pink straw of his piña colada.

"Nothing. I'm just loving this side of you," you grinned. His laptop sat open at the end of his chair but right next to it was a book he had been reading, spread open and face down while he ate. "Can't wait to see more of this relaxed Joel on our honeymoon."

You could tell by the way his cheeks were slightly pink and the glassy look in his eye that he was just a little tipsy when his eyebrow arched at the topic of your honeymoon.

"'Bout that," he said, putting the fancy glass down next to him. "Have you decided where you wanna go?"

You shrugged and shook your head. "Maybe Italy? Or Costa Rica?"

"What 'bout Paris?" he asked before leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

"Maybe," you said, pursing your lips in thought. "Not many opportunities to see you in those swim trunks in Paris, though."

Joel grinned and turned his head to look at you over his sunglasses. "You like me on the beach, huh?"

You giggled, making his smile spread even wider.

"You do seem at home on the beach."

He pushed his sunglasses back up to the bridge of his nose and took another sip from his drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his email program pop up with an alert in the corner of his laptop screen, but he didn't seem to give a shit. The sun felt so nice and it was indescribably peaceful, sitting in your own private garden-slash-patio while the waves crashed lightly against the sandy shore not too far away. The sound drew Joel's attention and he turned his head, watching the foamy crests splash down onto the smooth sand. Then, a thought occurred to him and he frowned.

He remembered a time from your first week on the island, back when he had hired you to pretend to be his fiancée. When you first met Glenn, you made up a story about how Joel proposed to you on the beach in Santa Monica. Later, when he asked if that's what you always wanted, you shrugged it off. I tried to think of the most romantic thing possible and it just popped into my head, you had said. Joel turned back to you and took off his sunglasses.

"Should I have proposed to you on the beach?"

Your head snapped up from your phone in surprise. "What?"

"That story you told Glenn, when we were—"

"No!" you exclaimed, sitting up in your chair. "I love how you proposed to me. Both times!" you added, holding up both hands and making him grin. "You could have proposed to me literally anywhere and I would have said yes. I already told you, Joel," you scooted closer and leaned forward to cup his face with both your hands. "I love you so much, I would marry you anywhere. All the rest of this... stuff—" you jutted your chin towards your phone, where you had been replying to an email from Nadia, "—it's just for fun. It doesn't really matter. This is all that matters."

You pressed your lips lightly to his, feeling him smile before leaning back and dropping your hands to your lap.

"Hopeless romantic," Joel teased, his dark eyes sparkling and playful. You just giggled and shook your head at the familiar accusation. When you picked your phone back up to finish your email, Joel groaned and suddenly jumped up from his chair.

"I fuckin' love this song," he announced before swaying his hips. He began to sing softly to himself as he shuffled around the edge of the pool, and it wasn't until he was further away that you heard the lyrics to Kokomo filtering through the speakers.

"C'mon, pretty mama," Joel called, swiveling around and holding out his arms for you. "Dance with me, baby," he added, smirking while slowly bobbing his shoulders and mouthing the words in your direction. You burst out laughing and shook your head.

"You're drunk!"

"I ain't drunk, I'm fuckin' happy!" Joel exclaimed loudly. His chin tilted towards the clear blue sky and closed his eyes while he continued to move from side to side around the patio. When he stumbled a bit, you laughed and tossed your phone on the table so you could join him.

"Be careful, you're going to trip," you scolded playfully, wrapping your arms around his bare torso and resting your chin on his warm, sun-kissed chest.

"Maybe I should get you another ring and propose on the beach," Joel murmured, gazing down at you. He was still swaying, pulling you with him as he spoke.

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed and his hands settled on your hips, tugging you close so you could move in sync with the music.

"Alright, fine," he relented, slowly spinning you both in a circle. "Least let's play this at the wedding."

"Kokomo? You want to dance to Kokomo in front of all your super rich buddies?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" he asked with a little concerned crease between his brows. The earnest look on his face had you melting on the spot.

"Nothing," you said softly. You swiped your thumb over his frown, smoothing it out before stretching onto your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. "We can dance to Kokomo, I think it's perfect."

His lips captured yours before you could pull away, forcing you to sway back and forth on the balls of your feet with your chest against his. In the background, you could hear the final few lyrics of the song fade out, a new one starting right on its heels. It was a faster tempo, but Joel kept you both moving slow, your hips pressed together while his tongue pushed languidly into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like coconut and pineapple with just the faintest hint of rum.

You made a pleased little sound in the back of your throat when you felt him begin to harden through his swim trunks. Pulling back and grinning when he chased after your lips, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and asked, "Getting all hot and bothered, Mr. Miller?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout," he insisted, lips finding a home on your neck. "You're lookin' a little warm, though," he added, tilting his head and switching to the other side of your throat. Your eyelids fluttered when his teeth grazed your pulse point. "Maybe it's you who's feelin' hot?"

You swallowed tightly before answering.

"It's really hot," you whispered.

"What is?" Joel asked, lips puckering around your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.

"The s-sun," you stammered. Obviously. But both of you were beginning to forget what you were talking about.

Joel hummed and walked you backwards a step or two, his arms wrapped around you tightly, preventing you from tripping.

Or so you thought.

"I got just the thing for that."

"Huh?" you asked hazily with your eyes still closed and your fingers getting tangled in his hair. But before you even had a chance to scream, Joel twisted around, tightened his grip around your waist, and jumped backwards into the pool, pulling you down with him.

The water was heated but it was still a shock to the system. You screeched underwater and kicked away, propelling yourself out of his arms and to the surface for air. You gasped and snapped your eyes open, hair plastered to your face as you whipped back and forth until Joel emerged from the water, laughing and reaching for you again.

"Oh, I don't think so!" you exclaimed, and before he could get his hands on you, you kicked off the wall of the pool, giving yourself the advantage and swimming away.

Your fingers grazed the railing of the steps. You were so close, but then Joel's hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you back across the water as you screamed and giggled until he had you flipped around, lifting you up so he could wrap his arms and legs around you, immobilizing you completely.

"Where y'goin', baby?" he breathed, "Don't it feel good?"

Panting, you gazed up at him through your wet lashes. He looked so genuinely happy and at ease, it took your breath away. You couldn't stop admiring him; the sparkle in his eye, the dimple in his cheek, his broad shoulders... but the way the sun glittered on his tanned skin made you finally stop struggling. When he felt your muscles relax, his grip loosened.

"What?" he finally asked when you took too long to speak. You smiled and shook your head, then pulled him tighter again.

"How'd I get so lucky?" you whispered softly. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, deflecting the compliment, so instead you circled your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. Under the water, his hands reached down to cup your ass, pulling you snug against his hips while you deepened the kiss with a moan.

Your chest felt light, heart tapping excitedly against your sternum with each touch and kiss. It was impossible to keep the smile from your face. How could you, when you were having the time of your life in paradise with the man who you planned to spend the rest of your life with?

"Speaking of—" Joel said breathlessly when he broke away. He massaged you underwater, fingers greedily stretching so he could grab as much of your ass as possible. Your eyes followed a drop of water that trickled from his hair and down the side of his face and you licked your lips. "Am I 'bout to get lucky, or what?"

"Here?" you questioned, but he just smirked and nodded.

"Why not? No one can see us."

You bit your lip and glanced around, trying not to let his roaming hands and his hot mouth on your neck distract you. He was right - there weren't any other guests in the hotel but even if there had been, the gardens and natural fauna surrounding the patio were too thick to see through.

Joel nipped at your throat, teeth gently pinching your wet skin and you sighed, relaxing into his hold. "O-okay," you whispered.

"Atta girl," Joel chuckled before swinging you around in the pool so your back was pressed against the side. Fortunately, it was the side facing the ocean. There was no concrete lip behind you so as to mimic the water merging with the horizon. It allowed you to comfortably rest your weight on your elbows, which were perched on the smooth tile edge, and lean back so Joel could pull your bikini bottoms off.

Before you met, Joel would never have been caught dead blowing off work in the middle of the day. He practically worked around the clock, his only focus in life being his company and what he could do to become more successful. But now, his focus remained firmly planted on you. Even back home, it didn't matter how busy he was, in the back of his mind he always thought of you, finding comfort in knowing you were somewhere in the building and just a phone call away.

But having you within arms reach in the middle of paradise proved to be harder for him to resist than he thought.

Just as quickly as he shed you of your swimsuit, he was back with one hand pressing flat against your spine, pushing your bodies together while his mouth continued to suck on your neck. Underwater, your legs wrapped around his waist, the movement feeling like quicksand, but you weren't sure if it was the buoyancy or the desire coursing through your veins that had you feeling sluggish.

Joel's hand dropped between you, fingers quickly undoing the tie on his shorts so he could loosen them around his hips. Meanwhile, his mouth found yours again, kissing you with a deep groan when his tongue slipped past your lips.

The pad of his finger caught on your clit, making you whine as the familiar heat bloomed between your legs. Your hips rolled forward, chasing his hand, wordlessly asking for more. A sly smile pulled across his mouth and then he tore himself away, fingers still teasing featherlight strokes along your slit.

"I'll be right back," he said, pushing off the wall.

"Wh- what?" you stammered, eyelids fluttering. Joel took a deep breath then disappeared below the water and before you had a chance to process what was happening, his hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you onto his mouth.

"Shit!" you cried out when you felt his hot tongue gliding through your lips. He ate at you messily underwater, knowing he would soon have to return for air left him unable to take his time and savor it like he normally would.

A flash of heat seared through you, a lightning bolt from the center of your legs that reached to every nerve ending in your body. Something about feeling weightless and having the ability to relax your muscles entirely while Joel alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit had you shaking in a matter of seconds.

When he tore himself away and crashed through the surface of the water with a frantic gasp for air, you had the audacity to pout. You whined his name and writhed against the side of the pool, causing him to smirk amidst catching his breath.

"What is it, baby?"

"You can't do that. That's teasing," you grumbled. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and grabbed your thighs underwater, spreading them apart roughly before growling, "Did I say I was done?"

He had about half a second to clock the delight in your face before he inhaled deeply and dove back under. His mouth seared against your pussy immediately, tongue probing and licking desperately until he needed more air.

It was a new sensation, being brought to the edge just to be pulled back when he needed to breathe. It had you clawing at his shoulders and murmuring filth in his ear every time he came up to recover, but you couldn't help yourself. Your ears were ringing and your body felt like every nerve ending was frayed whenever he tore his mouth away, but thankfully after being toyed with one too many times, his hand took the place of his mouth when he emerged.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, fingers working quickly under the water. Two thrusted inside you, curling and stretching while the heel of his palm massaged your clit. His free arm came to rest on the ledge behind you so his entire body ended up caging you in. When you peeled your eyes open, mouth agape and mind blurry, all you could see was Joel towering over you.

"Need you to come for me," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Need to fuck you, baby, c'mon, lemme see it."

Water splashed lightly near your shoulder from how fast Joel was working his wrist between your legs. It only took a few more slaps of his palm against your clit before your muscles tensed and your eyes rolled back with a low moan. Your hips rocked forward and you gasped as each wave of your climax shuddered through you, all the while crumbling under Joel's intense stare.

"That's it — feels good, huh?" Joel's lips found the underside of your jaw and began sucking lightly at your skin. "Pussy's so tight, squeezin' me so fuckin' good... that's it, you're alright, shh, so pretty like this. So fuckin' pretty—"

His mouth crashed over yours, silencing his ramblings and your moans until you relaxed and he slowly removed his fingers.

"Joel," you whimpered, chest heaving and heart racing. You reached for him, a trembling hand searching for him under the water, needing him just as badly as you needed oxygen in your lungs.

One leg hooked around his waist and a hand cupped the back of his neck. You felt delirious; lost entirely to the feeling only Joel was able to create. Everything about him, you loved. You loved how he knew you so well, in every way imaginable. You loved how he took care of you, protected you, worshiped you. All of those reasons and more told you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with.

And if that wasn't enough, he somehow always managed to drag the most intense pleasure from you. He knew what you needed without you having to ask, undoing you every single time.

"Sure you're ready?" Joel breathed shakily, but he was already lining himself up, chin tucked into his chest, eyes peering through the water. You nodded and swallowed, fingers tightening around the back of his neck.

You felt him there, swollen tip resting against your opening, and you held your breath. Both of his hands held your hips steady, keeping you in place, and then his eyes flickered up to yours. All you saw reflected back was utter devotion when he pushed inside, each of you gasping in unison. You refused to look away, his dark eyes too magnetic, as his hands pulled you down onto his cock, nice and slow. He held your gaze until your hips sat flushed with his and he released you in favor of cupping your face. His mouth slanted over yours, nipping desperately at your lower lip while you fluttered and pulsed around him.

"How's that, huh?" His hips shifted, stretching you open and reaching the furthest depths of you. Your back arched off the side of the pool, gasping into his mouth.

"Fuck," you whined around the messy kisses Joel was peppering against your lips.

"Feel all of me in there?" He rolled his hips deliberately, touching lightly against a spot that had you grappling feverishly at the slippery curls on the back of his head.

"Fuck," you cursed again, "yeah. More, Joel, please."

"Yeah? Think you can handle it?" he asked, his mouth dropping to your chin, then your jaw. "Think this perfect fuckin' pussy can take it?"

You couldn't answer. All you could do was whimper pathetically, each snap of his hips driving the air straight from your lungs. But he didn't mind, because he was already too lost in the feel of you to demand an answer.

"You got no idea—" Joel grunted, slowing his hips when he felt himself nearing his peak too soon. He shifted his weight, wrapped an arm around the curve of your back under the water, and took a moment to catch his breath. "—you got no idea how fuckin' crazy you make me," he finished, staring deep into your eyes.

Your leg tightened around his waist and you leaned forward, grazing your teeth lightly over his throat when you said, "Crazy enough to fuck me in a pool on a Wednesday afternoon."

Joel growled, the sound vibrating against your lips. "You like this, don't you? You like gettin' me so hard 'n worked up, I can barely think."

You thought you managed to whisper out a yes, but you couldn't be sure because a second later, Joel was pounding into you again. Water splashed up, dotting both your faces and lips with little droplets. One strong arm pinned you roughly to his chest, and the other protected the back of your head from the tile, completely immobilizing you. Your open mouths hovered inches apart, leaving just enough room for your shared grunts and moans to escape, each devastating thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

"Oh, f-fuck," you stammered, body jolting violently in his grip from the force of his hips slamming into you. His jaw tightened, brow furrowing as he fought back his own climax. You were close, he could feel it. He just needed to give you a little more.

"Don't stop," you begged, and Joel shook his head, stomach tensing with the need to let go. A strangled noise made its way past your lips and you feverishly clutched the sides of his head. "Kiss me," you pleaded.

His mouth crashed against yours, tongue sliding past your lips, and all the while he maintained that same, steady pace underwater. There was a moment where he thought he might not be able to hold back any longer, but then he felt your body go rigid and a broken version of his name tumbled into his mouth. A second later, the sweet feeling of relief flooded his veins as he came, pumping you full of his seed while you both rode out the rest of your highs together.

Joel broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, then buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could catch his breath. Your fingers combed lovingly through his hair and you closed your eyes, basking in the sun and the afterglow of your orgasm with Joel still buried deep between your legs. His arms remained wrapped around you, as well, keeping you so close that your chests bumped together with every shaky breath. After several quiet minutes, Joel whispered your name, his soft way of checking in.

You swallowed, throat hoarse and dry. "Say it," you mumbled drowsily. You felt his lips twitch against your neck.

"I love you."

A slow smile stretched across your face and you sighed.

"I love you, too."

The drive to Glenn and Mary's mansion brought back so many memories. Nerves, excitement, and anticipation filled you the first time, hoping you would do a good job at selling your fake engagement so Joel would appear relatable to Glenn and therefore make him look like the best choice to purchase the land for the hotel. Then afterwards, uneasiness and pangs of jealousy once you found out that Joel used to carry on an affair with another hotel mogul's wife, Tammy.

This time was different. Now, you were legitimately Joel's fiancée and madly in love. No more secrets, no more feelings of betrayal. You couldn't have been any happier.

"I'm looking forward to seeing them again," you told Joel. He sat next to you in the backseat of the town car, your left hand engulfed by his across the middle seat. His thumb distractedly played with the huge diamond on your ring finger and he smiled.

"Should be nice. Just them, Trevor and Zoe," he recapped.

Zoe. You were so excited to see your old friend, a port in the storm the last time you were on the island. She was young, beautiful, carefree and a former sugarbaby. While you hid that part of your history from everyone — with the exception of Joel's trusted assistant, Liam — Zoe had told you her secret in confidence early on in your trip. As much as you wanted to share with her your own background, you knew how detrimental it would be to Joel, so you kept your mouth shut. Still, Zoe turned out to be an incredible friend. She was there the night Brooks — Glenn and Mary's son —assaulted you in a restaurant bathroom. She took care of you until Joel arrived that night. She also had your back when Tammy and Lynne accused you of being a gold digger during a dinner party towards the end of your trip.

Needless to say, after the trip ended, you remained close friends. You were thrilled to find out she quit being a sugarbaby and found herself a boyfriend... none other than Glenn and Mary's other son, Trevor. Who actually didn't turn out to be that bad, compared to his brother.

"Much better group than last time," you said, squeezing Joel's hand.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, knowing full well you were referring to Tammy and her little sidekick, Lynne.

"Easy," he teased.

Glenn and Mary lived right on the beach in a stunning Mediterranean-style house which was surrounded by exotic plants and meticulously maintained gardens, a home that still took your breath away whenever you saw it.

When your car pulled up, you could see all the lights on inside, and when the chauffeur opened your door and you stepped out, you could hear the soft sounds of music echoing from the backyard.

"They must be on the patio," you said to Joel, looping your hand through his arm and allowing him to lead you to the front door.

"They do love their view," he murmured.

A man you didn't recognize but who appeared to be part of the catering service opened the door for you with the offer of champagne. You each took a flute before heading through the familiar, grandiose foyer. The kitchen and dining areas were silent except for the staff furiously working away. Your gaze drifted to look through the glass that lead out to their gorgeous pool area, spotting four familiar faces smiling and laughing around the outdoor bar. When Zoe turned her head and locked eyes with you through the windows, her face lit up. Yours must have done the same because you immediately dropped Joel's arm and squealed excitedly.

Hurrying outside, you ran to meet Zoe halfway, then threw your arms around each other's necks, swaying back and forth and murmuring compliments in the other's ear while trying to simultaneously not spill your drinks.

"Your hair! It's so long!" you gushed when you pulled away. Your fingers idly slid down her shiny locks with a smile so wide, your cheeks hurt. "And this dress! Oh my god—"

"You should talk! You're practically glowing!" Zoe beamed right back before snatching your right hand to hold it up to the dim garden lighting. "Or is it this massive fucking rock?"

She whispered the last part so none of the others heard. They had come forward to greet Joel while you and Zoe got reacquainted, fortunately buying you an extra minute to come up with some excuse as to why you had two engagement rings.

"Oh, this?" you laughed, stretching your fingers out so you could both admire it. "Joel thought he owed me another one since it's taken us so long to get married."

"Goddamn, Joel. You are one smart man," Glenn bellowed behind you. You swiveled around with a huge grin so you could give Glenn, Mary, and Trevor each a warm hug. When you were about to step away, Mary tsked and held out her hand, so you placed your right palm in hers while they got a good look at your new ring.

"Felt bad that storm set construction back a few weeks," Joel explained, quickly rolling with your story. He curled an arm around your waist when everyone was done admiring your ring, tucking you into his side. "Caused a headache with the wedding planner. Y'know how it is."

"I always told you — happy wife, happy life," Glenn chuckled before waving everyone over to the appetizers, which had just been set out near the bar. "C'mon, dig in. Then I wanna hear all about the soft open."

Joel opened his mouth to reply when a man's familiar sounding drawl rang out behind you.

"Oh, well, what do you know? We just came from there, I can tell you all about it."

Your body reacted before your brain had a chance to figure out what was happening. The hairs on your arms stood up and your heart felt like it was lodged in your throat.

You knew that voice.

"Scott! Didn't think you were comin' in til later!" Glenn called out cheerily. Zoe's hand found your forearm and she gave it a reassuring squeeze. Then, Joel murmured something in your ear but your blood was pumping so fast and loud, you couldn't hear him. Because if Scott was there, that meant...

"Tammy!" Mary sang, raising her arms above her head with a sweet smile. She didn't notice your reaction, neither did Glenn. They were too busy giving them both hugs and murmuring something to them about the weather.

Joel tried to get your attention again but you felt frozen in place. Zoe released your arm, whispered breathe in your ear, then followed Trevor over to greet them next.

"C'mon, let's just get through this," Joel urged, and you blinked before snapping your head to look at him.

"Did you—"

"No."

You exhaled in relief. It was a surprise, Joel didn't know they were coming. Still...

"Get over here, you son of a bitch," Scott laughed, tapping Joel on his shoulder. He let you go and plastered a polite smile across his face before giving him a hug. He hesitated for half a second, then gave Tammy a quick kiss on the cheek. You knew he had to do it. It would have looked weird if he didn't. But it still had your claws coming out, so you tucked your hand behind your back, squeezing your fingers into a tight fist to release some anger.

Tammy's eyes landed on you and she gave you a fake smile, murmured your name, and stiffly leaned forward to kiss you on the cheek. It took everything in your power to move, to press your cheek against hers, to say nice to see you and act like either of you meant it.

You broke apart quickly, each of you avoiding eye contact and retreating back to your partners. Joel wrapped an arm around your waist, his fingers pressed into your hip, wordlessly trying to soothe you, to tell you it was okay. With your cheeks hot, you caught Zoe's eye. She looked just as taken aback as you.

"Did you, uh, say you were at The Parador?" Joel asked. He sounded guarded, like he was bracing for something. He must have already connected the dots and for some reason, you were lagging, because Scott nodded and announced the obvious.

"We were lucky enough to get one of the rooms for the soft open." Scott tossed Joel a grin while lacing his fingers together with his wife's. "Don't worry. We won't be too harsh in our review. Right, honey?" he joked.

Scott looked down at Tammy who batted her lashes and nodded.

"That's right. We know there's bumps to iron out when a new location opens up. We understand the business."

Scott owned his own chain of hotels and was in contention to win the plot of land Joel ended up getting on the island, so they were no stranger to the hospitality industry. But as nice as Scott was, at the end of the day, Joel was a competitor and he won something Scott couldn't have. It had your gut twisting nervously by Joel's side.

"Well, if somethin' doesn't meet your standards, you let me know immediately," Joel responded. You had to give him credit, he was handling the turn of events much better than you were, but something told you he would be expressing his true thoughts on the matter in the car later.

The only saving grace all evening happened when Scott and Tammy chose to sit at the opposite end of the table from you and Joel. It afforded you a chance to get your bearings and breathe.

"I didn't know," Zoe whispered before you could even ask. "I heard they had a layover on their way to Australia, but I didn't think they'd be stopping here."

"It's fine," you mumbled, picking at the fish on your plate. "Maybe they're just saying long enough to see Glenn and Mary."

You were wrong.

By the time your plates were cleared and dessert was being served, the topic of Scott and Tammy's unexpected arrival finally came up.

"Australia? What's taking the two of you there?" Mary asked. Candlelight that decorated the table flickered across her face, making her dark hair shimmer. She was beautiful and always very sweet. Even after your altercation with Brooks, both she and Glenn stood by your side and made the difficult decision to send their son off to rehab on a neighboring island. You were grateful for their kindness and generosity towards you during your last stay, but you had to admit, you were envious of how absolutely clueless she and her husband were about the dynamics at their table. You couldn't be certain about Trevor, but considering Zoe knew all the drama with Tammy, you had to assume the only people at the table who were in the dark were Glenn, Mary and Scott.

"Thought we'd take some time off down uhnda," Scott laughed, "Figured we deserved a little break. Hotels have been doing great but it's cost me a lot of late nights. So, we planned a little trip, just the two of us. But when we realized The Parador was about to have its grand open? Well," he breathed, locking eyes with Joel. "Couldn't miss that, now could we?"

"The boys were beside themselves but I told them when they graduate college, we'll consider taking them somewhere of their choosing," Tammy cooed, swirling her crystal wine glass in her hand. "That is, if their grades reflect the hard work they claim they're putting in."

"You sure you ain't lookin' to expand in Australia?" Glenn asked coyly. Scott gave him a sly smirk and shrugged.

"Who's to say."

Tammy scoffed and playfully swat at his shoulder. "No business, you promised!"

While the men laughed, you and Zoe exchanged glances and focused on your plates. Scott, to your knowledge, never knew Tammy had an affair with Joel all those years ago. So to watch them act so sickeningly sweet and in love irked you both. Especially when Joel confessed to you that Tammy had developed strong feelings for him during their tryst.

"When do your parents get in?" Zoe asked softly, but Mary overheard anyway and perked up.

"Oh! Your parents? That's lovely! They must be coming to help you plan the wedding!"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm when the entire table dragged their focus onto you.

"Yes, they arrive late tonight, actually," you responded. "They'll help a bit, but they aren't the type to take vacations, well... ever, really. So it was Joel's idea to get them out here and relax for once."

Joel smiled and his hand found yours underneath the table. He gave you a gentle squeeze, soothing your frayed nerves.

"Well, that's thoughtful. We all oughta go out to dinner before they leave," Glenn suggested. You swallowed tightly and nodded before Zoe swooped in.

"Mary! I forgot to tell you... we went to that new restaurant the other day."

"Ocean Terrace? How was it?"

And just like that, the attention shifted to Zoe and Trevor as they told the table about a horrendous dining experience.

"Dinner's almost over," Joel assured you quietly. You met his gaze, his dark eyes glittering in the dim lighting making your chest tighten with affection. "We'll make up some excuse not to get dinner with 'em again, don't worry."

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. You could do this. Besides, what could Tammy possibly do that hasn't already been done? She was a mood killer at that point and nothing more.

Your shoulders relaxed after your plates were cleared and people began to stand. Scott mentioned something about jet lag and Joel made an exaggerated yawn before making a comment about having an early meeting.

Zoe pulled you in for a hug and murmured in your ear about getting lunch. You told her you wanted to spend some time with your parents the next day, but promised to text her and set something up after. Then you gave Trevor a quick hug, which resulted in an avalanche of farewells and polite pecks on cheeks.

Joel was leading you through the house, back the way you came. Every step made you breathe a little easier until Glenn suddenly jogged up behind you.

"Joel? You got a quick minute?"

Joel's eyes flickered between yours and Glenn's, confusion etching his face before he nodded and let go of your hand.

"I'll meet you in the car."

You didn't think anything of it. Figured it was business related; that maybe Glenn wanted to book a few villas for friends or maybe host an event in one of the ballrooms. You took out your phone after you settled into your seat and opened a text from your mother, letting you know they safely landed and that they were checking into their hotel. You tapped out a quick response, telling her you would call them the next day and advised them to get some rest when Joel slipped into the backseat. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his brows pulled tight. You quickly dropped your phone back into your purse when you sensed the tension rolling off his shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, his hand found the button for the partition. You could hear the little motor whirring as it slowly closed, giving you privacy from the driver as he drove down the empty streets, back to The Parador.

Even in the dim ambient lighting from the ceiling, you could read Joel's face. He was pissed.

"Joel?" you tried again. His jaw tensed and your eyes dropped to his knee, which was bouncing anxiously as he mulled over whatever Glenn had just said. Then finally, he forced his gaze onto you and your stomach dropped when he said, "Brooks is outta rehab. Been back on the island for a week, and—" he bit the inside of his cheek before huffing in disbelief and shaking his head. "—and he wants to see you. Says he's got somethin' important he wants to say. Glenn thinks he plans to apologize. Make amends or some shit. Part of some program..." he trailed off and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh while you remained frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from the cut of Joel's jaw.

"What?" you whispered. Joel heard the tremor in your voice. He quickly turned his focus back onto you, taking your hand in both of his and drawing soothing circles on your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

"It's fine. He ain't comin' anywhere near you, y'hear me?"

You nodded because it was all you could manage to do. Your throat was too tight to speak. This was all too much—

"I don't care what they say. He's their kid, 'course they're gonna believe him when he says he ain't using," Joel muttered. You cleared your throat and took a breath.

"Well... maybe he is—"

"Ain't up for discussion," Joel said coldly, cutting you off. Goosebumps flashed across your skin at his tone. "If it's that important, he can call or write a letter or some shit. He ain't ever gonna lay a hand on you again."

You nodded and clamped your mouth shut. It wasn't often Joel put his foot down, and considering what happened last time, he had every right to be suspicious and on edge. Besides — you weren't interested in seeing him. Only just morbidly curious.

The rest of the drive was quiet. He kept your hand on his leg, his warm palm pressing comfortingly against yours while you both stared out your respective windows, lost in thought.

Foolishly, you thought it was over; that the universe had thrown you enough curveballs for one night.

When Joel swung the door open to your villa, the room was dark. He stepped inside and began to flick on all the lights, leaving you to close and lock the door behind you. Somewhere in the master bedroom, you heard the curtains closing, but your gaze had fallen to a crisp white envelope under your shoe. You frowned, eyes darting from the envelope to the door, then leaned down to pick it up.

You flipped it over in your hands: it was sealed and not addressed to anybody.

"I'm gonna shower," Joel called from the bathroom.

"Okay," you answered distractedly. You heard the water turn on as you wandered into the kitchen, studying the envelope while trying to remember if Joel had mentioned he was expecting anything.

Curiosity eventually got the best of you and you ripped it open. Inside was just one white piece of common printer paper with four simple words staining the page, yet those four words made your blood run cold and dread settle over you like a blanket of snow:

I know your secret.

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pain-is-forever · 3 days ago

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"Argo." Theo has... it's difficult to tell what's on his face, honestly. It sort of looks like a smile. Not the kind he's given Eris not so long ago, it's not eerily gentle. It's just... gentle. Not a hidden meaning behind it, he looks just geniuinely happy to know Argo can still see him.

"You're not a monster." He repeats, as if to engrave those words in Argo's brain. To make him remember them for all of eternity. To get him to realize that he's just a kid who got manipulated into doing horrible things, that this whole thing isn't his fault.

It's Theo's fault, really. The fact that he was there to watch the entire thing happen and did nothing to help only shows how much of an idiotic asshole he is. But he'll berate himself for it later. His cloudy form shifts and stands up, walking closer to Argo. He may not be able to touch him right now, but he can still feel close to him.

Truth be told, Theo is stuck in the Death Mist again. He can't get rid of it no matter how much he wants to or tries. He'll deal with it later. He'll deal with all of it later. For now, he just wants to be there for his brother.

"I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to save you- I'm so sorry I let it get this bad, it should've never been you." Theo tries to hug Argo, but it proves difficult with the way he's stuck as a cloud. "No one deserves this. P-picture me squeezing you three times. Please?"

°•□Open Starter □•°

I Live Inside You Forever, With Satan Himself By My Side

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

>TW: Unwilling transformation, derealization, loss of bodily autonomy, body mutilization (possibly other things) <

Argo had locked himself in one of the prison cells the moment he felt it start. His wings had somehow.. absorbed back into his body? Making it all the more painful when they burst out again.

Argo lets out a bloodcurdling scream- like millions of souls worth of agony are being channeled through Argo right now.

Argo is wearing a weird outfit; like something an old puppet would wear. Bows. Everywhere. A bow tie, bows on their gloves, and bows on their little socks- and on every individual set of wings.

It would be cute, but the bows sprout into string; tying tightly around their respective areas. Wrists, wings, ankles, neck- and they lead back to an invisible control panel.. somewhere above Argo.

His wings are pure white- but tied back by razored, barbed, wire. So are his facial wings- and the smaller pair of facial wings that sprouted out with the large; actually functional wings.

They make Argo look almost.. angelic- in a biblical way.

Argo looks up, repressing another scream. Their voice already hurts.

They see a person and their face goes deadly pale.

You notice they're missing all their facial scars; like they're wearing a perfect porcelain mask.

The 'mask' which seems to now just be Argo's skin cracks; right where their jawline scar used to be.

Argo tries to move back- but their razor wire restraints prevent that. He almost objects; almost vocalizes- but a stitch comes undone from their neck and that shuts him up really damn quick.

Argo looks like a perfect little angel puppet.

So, what do you do?

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gliphyartfan · 2 days ago

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Diversity among hylians seems to be very low, so I ask you to please headcanons of the chain with a human reader who has vitiligo and maybee heterochromia. Please, please, that's all I need!

Ah, that’s true! Hylians, for all their magic and divine connections, lack a lot of the diversity that humans have. (Even if they have the funkiest hairstyles at times)

I guess at first, they don’t get it.

They’ve certainly never seen anything like it before.

The patches of lighter skin standing out against their natural tone? The two different colored eyes? It’s so far outside of normal Hylian traits that they’re just staring the first time they meet Reader.

Not in a bad way! They’re just so confused but the differences. (They adjust as they always do.)

Wind is the first to ask. (Zero filter after all)

Blunt as always he goes “Did you get cursed?”

(Cue Warriors smacking him upside the head.)

And Reader would laugh, though and reapond. “Nope. It’s just how I was born.”

Sky would be tilting his heads and say “Wait, it’s natural?”

Hyrule is quietly intrigued. (Half fae boy is kinda obsessed.)

He’d be like “So you were just… blessed with two different eye colors? And patterns on your skin?”

And Reader would be like “Blessed?” They’d snort. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

But Hyrule would.

(He probably ends up fully convinced that Readwr is some sort of celestial being that’s just pretending to be human.)

Twilight (when everyone is way more comfortable with each other) actually reaches out to touch your skin. (With permission, of course.)

The difference in texture is interesting to him. It’s not really different from the rest of Reader’s skin, but the contrast is so mesmerizing.

“Does it… change?”

“Sometimes,” They’d shrug. “Spreads a little, but nothing crazy.”

Twilight wouod be so fascinated. His own markings only appeared when he used the Shadow Crystal, so seeing someone with permanent ones they were born with is something else.

Sky thinks they’re literally kissed by the heavens.

No, really.

He genuinely believes that their skin is like clouds drifting across the sky.

He gets so poetic about it, too. “It’s like the sky at dawn… patches of light breaking through the darkness.”

Legend: “You’re making it weird.”

Sky: “I’m appreciating the beauty of nature, shut up.” (Which I personally wouod find funny)

As for heterochromia I thiiiink, Warriors and Legend notice it first.

Warriors, because he’s trained to pick up details.

Legend, because he’s just perceptive as hell. (Not that the others arent but I think everyone is heavily distracted by the vitiligo.)

Legend would go “Wait, were your eyes always different colors?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Cue them both narrowing their eyes like they’re trying to figure out if Reader’s messing with them.

Wind and Wild immediately love it.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!”

“Can you see differently out of each eye?”

“Do things look different?”

(Reader has to physically stop them from shining a lantern in your face to ‘check.’)

Time kinda thinks it’s an omen.

…Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in the way that his gut tells him you’re important.

Like… by that point Reader was already significant to them, but this just adds to it.

He’s seen plenty of strange things in his time, but a mortal with two different eyes? That’s has to mean something ya know?

Four is intrigued from a more analytical standpoint.

Four: “So, you were born with this?”

Reader: “Yep.”

Four: “It doesn’t affect your vision?”

Reader: “Nope.”

Four: “Fascinating.”

(He will absolutely study their eyes in different lighting, making notes to compare them.)

All in all, they adore it. (And it is inevitable that creeps and weirdos will try to nab such a unique beauty when they go era hopping so it ends up with them being a biiit over protective with Reader. But hey! Stories to tell friends over drinks eh?)

#linked universe #yandere linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #gliphy answers anon #linked universe x reader

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 19 hours ago

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Godspeed

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Now back home in Los Angeles, your first priority is protecting yourself, and Dieter, from Warren. Warnings: pov switching, warren's a pos, pining, fluff, comfort, dieter bravo is good at being romantic, revenge photo threats, shitty ex, panic attack, mutual masturbation via facetime sex, balloons! Words: 6,200

A/N: They never leave me folks. They're all I can think about. My thanks to @devineconjuring for her eyes and her grammar knowledge and dot eating. FYI... when you get to the scene, GG dances to "Godspeed" by Frank Ocean. (hence the title) Photo of the flower arrangement is from Tiffany Gabrus.

Previous Chapter Golden Girl Masterlist Masterlist

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You haven’t even been home for twenty-four hours when you invite Warren over.

You don’t tell Dieter. Guilt plants itself into your heart as you wish him good night, knowing that in less than an hour, Warren will be at your door.

But you want to handle this on your own. If Dieter protected you, you can protect him.

You could hardly hold it together when you called him after you arrived home, his deep voice instantly calming you. He quickly said he couldn’t talk because he was on set, wishing you a good night and telling you he loved and missed you. You cried yourself to sleep in your lonely bed, holding on to the fancy hotel robe he had worn, trying to inhale as much of his scent as you could.

You’re miserable now, sitting on the couch, your hands clasped tightly, as your foot nervously taps against the colorful terrazzo patterned rug that Warren always called too loud.

The doorknob jingles–as if Warren thinks he could just freely walk into the home he hasn’t been in for over a hundred days–before a few sharp knocks against the door make you jump.

Every step you take, your heart pounds against your chest.

You unlock the door, opening it to reveal the blue eyes you used to get lost in. The sight of his clever smile, which you used to adore, now makes your stomach turn.

“Hey,” he offers.

You don’t greet him. You just step aside and let him walk through the door he stepped out of months ago.

He looks around the space, surely noticing that all the photos of the two of you have been taken down, any signs of his presence long gone.

“Looks good in here," he muses. “You always had an eye for decor.”

“Thanks,” you reply, trying to square your shoulders and hold your head high. You can’t trust anything he says; there’s always a motive behind his words and actions. You fell victim to him for years. Now is not the time to be weak. You have Dieter to protect.

He takes a seat in the same black and white plaid chair he always used to sit in. You hate that chair now.

You settle on your new favorite spot on the couch, where you always sit when you talk to Dieter because you can easily prop the laptop on the side table.

“So,” Warren says with a smirk. “How was London? A smashing good time?” He mocks a British accent at the end. You know exactly what he’s doing. His voice drips with sarcasm, the kind that used to cut you deeply.

“It was good, but that’s not why you’re here,” you respond shortly. “How did you get that photo?”

His eyebrow arches up as he shakes his head back and forth. “Seems like you forgot to stop backing your photos up to our Google Cloud. Imagine my shock when I got a notification on my phone telling me I had a new album called ‘London New Year's,’ and it was filled with photos of my best friend and my wife galavanting naked together in bed. It was hard enough finding out you were there with him from paparazzi photos.”

Your heart sinks. You’re so mad at yourself. You thought you’d severed all digital ties to Warren, but this specific oversight on your part is huge.

“Ex-wife,” you correct him. Your voice is strong and steady, though your hands tremble.

Warren leans back in the chair. “You know, there certainly are some interesting photos in there. It’d be a shame if they wound u—”

“If you release them, it’s illegal. I can’t believe you’d stoop this low, Warren Gregory.” You use his middle name as if you’re his mother, trying to snap a bit of sense into him. “You lied to me for years, cheated on me constantly, and yet this is the lowest of the low for you. I’m disappointed in you. You’re better than this.” Your voice breaks at the end, though you do not cry. You’re done shedding tears for Warren.

Regret flashes across his face, instantly replaced by an infuriatingly smug smile.

"And I suppose Dieter's just the pinnacle of better than me, right? How many times has he gone to rehab? What number partner are you for him?”

The audacity of this man. You take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“None of that defines him now. He’s been nothing but honest and kind to me throughout everything–ever since I met him–and you know this. If he was such an awful person, why was he your best friend?”

His smile falters for a second, and he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

"Come on, you can't tell me you're actually happy with him. He's unstable. You deserve better."

You laugh at the irony. "Better? Like you, Warren?”

He allows himself to look ashamed for a split second. “I have made mistakes, and you got caught in the middle. I admit that. But I know you, I know what you need, and Dieter Bravo is not it.”

“You don’t know me anymore,” you say, your voice and your heart gaining strength. Because in your heart, you know, Dieter is it. “The woman you knew? She’s gone. I’ve changed and grown. And Dieter… he sees me.”

Warren scoffs. “Right, because the star of Cliff Beasts 6 with a drug problem is such a catch?”

“That’s enough, Warren. You don’t get to judge him or me. Delete those photos and get out of my house. I’m not asking, I’m telling you.” You stand up, hands clenched at your sides.

He pulls his phone out and taps the screen a few times, then holds it up for you to see. “There. Deleted. But this isn’t the end of it.”

“It is the end, Warren. If you need to contact me, go through my lawyer.”

He pauses, his hand on the doorknob. The last time you saw him like this, he walked out on you curled into a ball with tears streaming down your face. “You’ll regret ever being with him. Dieter will break your heart, just like he has with all the others before you. And by the way, I think I do want the house.”

The door slams behind him, and you collapse onto the couch. Your whole body shakes as adrenaline courses through it. You pick up your phone, and the sight of your wallpaper–Dieter and you smiling in front of the Christmas tree in London–instantly calms you.

You text him a simple message, knowing he’s sleeping, before you curl into a ball and cry.

—-

Da-ding. Da-ding.

Dieter’s awoken by your text tone. He rolls over, and smiles at your message.

Missing you. I love you. 💖

The clock reads 4:40 AM. He should go back to bed, but he wants to see your beautiful face. It only takes two rings for you to answer his FaceTime. He’s instantly awake when he sees your tear-streaked face.

“Baby? You okay?”

“Warren, he-he threatened the house, and I-I—”

He sees the way you begin to panic, your wide eyes blinking back at him, your chest rising and falling in quick breaths.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

He watches you inhale slowly, trying to steady your breathing.

“The house,” you sob. “He was here, Dee. He-he threatened—”

“Baby, breathe,” his voice soft and firm. “I’m right here with you. Focus on my face.”

Your tear-filled eyes stare at him as he sends you a small, reassuring smile. His heart aches; he wishes he could hold you, but he can’t. All he can do is be there for you via a small screen.

“That’s it, Sweets, just keep breathing,” he encourages softly. “Now, tell me what happened. Slowly.”

You take another shaky breath, wiping at your eyes. “I-I called Warren and had him come over,” your voice quivers. “I’m sorry.”

Dieter’s heart sinks at the thought of you seeing Warren on your own. His jaw clenches, but he keeps his voice calm. "It’s okay. What happened when he came over?"

You take another deep breath. "He… he had photos of us. From London. I forgot to disconnect from our cloud storage."

Dieter's heart races, but he maintains his composure for your sake. "What kind of photos, baby?"

"All of them, even the private ones," you whisper, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. "He threatened to release them, but I made him delete them."

The rage inside Dieter simmers low and hot, but he stays calm for you. “You did the right thing, Sweets. I’m so proud of you.”

You nod, sniffling. “I told him to leave and not come back. But he… he said it wasn’t over. He doesn’t like that we’re together, Dee.”

He lets out a long exhale, wanting nothing more than to fly back home to you right now and protect you from Warren and his cowardly threats.

“Listen to me, baby. Remember what I said before, when he tried to worm his way between us? Fuck everyone else.”

You nod, wiping away your tears. “I just… I feel so stupid.”

“Hey, no,” he responds, his words firm and measured. “You’re not stupid. This isn’t your fault. Warren’s the one trying to manipulate you.” He pauses, realizing that, once again, Warren is planting doubts in your mind. He leans closer to the screen. “Listen to me,” his dark brown eyes bore into yours. “You deserve love and happiness. Don’t let Warren make you feel any less than what you are, okay? He’s going to threaten you, he’s going to threaten me, but as long as we’re together, we can get through it. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing he says or does will ever change that.”

You sniffle and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes. “I don’t want to lose you over this.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” he promises.

A smile finally lifts your lips. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be. Rather be awake talking to you than asleep without you.”

“I know, but I should let you go.”

“No, stay with me for a bit longer. I don’t want you to be alone right now. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

You hesitate for a moment, but then nod. “Okay, just for a little while.”

“That’s my girl.”

He settles back in bed, knowing he’s going to have an exhausting day on set, but he doesn’t care, as long as you know he’s always there for you.

—-

Last night you jotted down a quick checklist of things you need to do today. First thing’s first: call your lawyer.

You spend the next hour detailing Warren’s visit, his threats, and the photos.

This is the bravest and strongest you’ve felt in so long. The irony is not lost on you that it’s all due to Dieter’s love and support.

As much as you miss London and Dieter, you’re ready to face everything head-on. You’ve spent too long letting Warren control your life, even since filing for divorce. It’s time to take charge.

With a newfound sense of purpose, you sit at your computer with a blank document staring back at you. You take a sip of your tea as you contemplate your resumé, which will reflect who you are now–not the picture-perfect wife Warren tried to mold you into, but the creative, independent girl Dieter sees and cherishes.

You begin with your name at the top, and beneath it, “Floral Designer and Artist.”

—-

There’s been a bitterness seething in the back of Dieter’s mind since he woke up. One he really can’t seem to get rid of. He’s been able to get through his scenes, recite his lines, act like the hero when the cameras are filming, but as soon as the director calls cut, his mind instantly goes back to you.

The concealer under his eyes is wiped away, revealing the dark circles from his sleepless night. Emily, his favorite makeup artist, chatters away about all the news she’s heard as she removes his makeup after a long day of shooting, but Dieter barely hears her. His mind and heart are back in Los Angeles with you, in your house where that manipulative bastard confronted you and made you feel scared.

He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to protect you, send every single lawyer in the Los Angeles area knocking on Warren’s luxury penthouse’s door, but he also knows how important it is for you to handle all of this on your own. You’d been clear about that when he made sure you had proper representation for your divorce. He respects you–admires you even–but it still doesn’t stop the protective instinct he has for you.

He wonders if he’d feel better if he was there with you, holding you in his arms, whispering against your ear that he loves you as he soothes all that ails you.

He checks his phone again. No new messages from you. He tries not to worry; you told him you had a busy day settling back in and letting your lawyer know what happened. He knows you’re handling things, but the thought of Warren being in your space, making you feel the way you did, makes him boil.

“You alright, Bravo?” Emily’s southern accent pulls him out of his spiraling thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. Just ready to get home.”

She smiles with an understanding nod. “You’ll be home soon enough.”

—-

Sometimes you’re shocked at how life works. Though your resumé is relatively blank, you decide to include a selection of photos showcasing flower arrangements you’ve made throughout the years.

You make it a point to start early, figuring you’ll have to stop by many floral shops to get your name out there. You decide to first try your favorite shop, Bloom. It’s right down the hill from your home, an easy walk to and from the charming mint green building.

The little bell above the door chimes as you enter, the sweet scent of flowers enveloping you as you walk into one of your favorite places.

“Well, hi there!” a friendly voice calls out from behind a large bouquet being built at a table. Angela, the shop’s owner, emerges from behind the bright blooms. Her curly gray hair is pulled back in a messy bun, her apron covered in greenery and petals. "If it isn't my favorite customer! I was wondering when you'd be back."

You smile warmly at her. “Hey, Angela, it’s good to see you.”

“You too, dear. It’s been a while! How have you been?”

“Oh. Lots of changes lately. Actually…” you pause for a moment, unsure of what you should share, “that’s kind of why I’m here.”

Angela’s eyebrows raise in interest. “Oh? Do tell.”

With a deep breath, you pull out the folder containing your assembled resume and portfolio. “Well, I was hoping to talk to you about maybe picking up some work. I’ve always admired what you do, and I thought maybe I could start here, learn how to do what you do…”

Angela’s eyes light up as she takes the folder from you, putting her glasses on to inspect closer. “Oh my, this is quite a surprise! Let me take a look.”

You watch nervously as she flips through the pages, her eyes scanning your curated photos. Your heart pounds in your chest, hoping your lack of professional experience won’t overshadow your love for floral design.

After what feels like an eternity, Angela looks up with a smile. “Well, I must say, you have quite an eye. You arrange flowers in such a unique, artistic way, far different from what I do…”

Your heart drops. You almost feel ashamed for putting yourself out there in this way. You get ready to not look so disappointed when Angela’s sweet, brown eyes meet yours.

"…and I think we need someone like you here. I mean, they’re all so lovely.”

Relief washes over you. “Thank you.”

Angela nods, closing the folder. “I have been thinking about bringing on some help around here. I could use some fresh eyes and new ideas. My regulars would love something different."

Warmth expands in your chest. “I would love that. Thank you so much, Angela.”

"Perfect! Come by Monday morning at 7:30. That's when the flower deliveries arrive." She hands your folder back with a gentle pat. "And here, let me get you some supplies so you can practice!”

As you walk home, your hands full of flowers, you can’t help but fight the large smile that spreads across your face. You can’t wait to tell Dieter. The thought of having something that's yours—something Warren never touched or controlled—feels like freedom.

—-

Dieter’s sick of the cold. Without you here in London, the wind feels more bitter, the days look grayer, and his suite feels even emptier.

He flops against the couch, his heart aching to talk to you, to make sure you’re doing okay. He checks his phone–he was never one for math, but his timezone math is flawless now. It’s only 12:30 PM in Los Angeles. You’re only entering the afternoon while he just finished a 12-hour shoot and is exhausted. He only has two more weeks of this and then, then, he can be back with you. But for now, staring at the image of you smiling with the Paddington statue will have to suffice until you pick up his FaceTime.

… which you do after three rings. Your wide smile instantly brings him back to life, his heart beating faster against his chest when you softly say “Hi, Dee.”

“Hey, baby, you busy?” He already feels so much warmer and lighter as you chuckle happily, panning the phone down to a myriad of flowers spread across your kitchen counter.

“Kind of. I’m practicing.”

“Practicing what?”

“Oh… for…” your smile grows even wider. He can feel your happiness all these miles away, and it makes his heart explode. “…my new job.”

“What?! Get the fuck out. Baby, I’m so proud of you. You didn’t even tell me you were looking.”

You nod happily. “It’s at the flower shop down the hill. Bloom? It’s that mint green building. I know the owner just from going there a lot and… she really liked my stuff.”

He wants nothing more than to sweep you into his arms, swing you around, and pepper proud kisses across your pretty face. For so long, he wanted to share in these moments with you. “Sweets, that’s amazing. You’ve always been so talented, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, it feels—it feels good,” you choke out. “Like, I know it’s not going to fix everything but… I feel like I have something for me now and I’m on the right path.”

He knows what you’re implying. You’re worried about the house, about your money, about supporting yourself. But there’s no way in hell he’d ever let you shoulder that burden alone. “And I’ll be here to help with whatever else needs fixing. You know that.”

“I know Dee, I just… I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You could never, baby. You deserve it all, anything I can give you.”

“I wish you could give me a hug.”

He sighs. “Me too.”

“And a kiss.”

He groans. “Me too.”

“And more.”

He whines. “Me toooooo.”

“Hey, why haven’t we had phone sex yet?”

His eyes widen, brows rising. “I… do not know.”

A mischievous glint sparkles in your eyes. “Have you jerked off since I left? I feel like I should know this.”

“You should know this and I… haven’t.” You gasp. “It’s been over a week. Are you okay?”

“Baby, I’ve been so stressed with filming and so sad without you, it honestly hasn’t really crossed my mind.”

“Well, if you give me like, ten minutes to clean up and maybe get into something a little more comfortable, we can remedy that.”

“Fuck y-yeah. Okay. Yeah.”

You giggle, and the sweet sound of it goes straight to his cock. “Okay, I’ll call you soon.”

He nods, his cock already beginning to pulse when he hangs up.

—-

Your mirror reflects a confident woman. Your shoulders stand tall, your eyes bright with excitement as you adjust the cups of your light pink bra before turning to hike up the straps of the matching thong higher on your hips. You look good, confident, sensual–like you’re going to drive Dieter crazy. You position your laptop on the dresser, making sure your entire body is in frame before you FaceTime Dieter. He instantly picks up, his shirt already off, his back resting against the headboard of the bed you used to share with him in London.

“Baby,” he groans. “Holy fuck, you look so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good. Now watch me.”

You press play on the remote. A sweet guitar begins playing before Frank Ocean croons “I will always love you, how I do.”

Dieter’s eyes widen as you begin to move to the music. Your hands running up and down your body, hips swaying to the sweet beat. You watch him watch you, dark brown eyes roaming your body as he moves his iPad closer and closer to his face.

You’ve never done something like this before, displaying yourself in such a way for someone who’s just happy to watch your barely dressed body sashay.

You look down on where you came from, sometimes But you’ll have this place to call home, always

Your hands trail up to your bra before your fingers trace along the delicate lace edges, teasing your nipples through the thin fabric. You turn your back to the camera, coyly looking over your shoulder as you slowly unhook the clasps. The straps slide down your arms as you let the bra fall away, revealing the smooth expanse of your back to him.

Swaying your hips in time with the music, you turn back to face Dieter, arms crossed over your chest before you wink at him and reveal your breasts, causing a soft groan to escape his lips. The sound emboldens you–you’ve never felt this free and confident in your own skin.

This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes, silence in the ears, darkness in the mind

Trailing your fingers down your stomach, you hook your thumbs in the band of your thong, running them along the straps. Dieter’s eyes follow your every movement, his breathing growing heavier as you sway.

“You’re killing me, Sweets,” he groans.

You smile, feeling wanted and powerful. This isn’t about pleasing someone else or conforming to someone else’s wishes; it’s about the connection with someone who loves and adores you exactly as you are.

“Keep watching Dee,” you tempt, slowly turning around again. You slide your thong down your hips, bending at the waist as you push it to your ankles. You kick the thong away before slowly spreading your legs open, baring your glistening pussy, showing Dieter just how wet you are for him, how much your little show has affected you too.

Confidence soars within you as you turn back around.

“Baby,” he lets out a low sigh as you stand nude in front of him, holding his eye contact as the final lyric is sung.

I will always love you, until the time we die

“Holy shit,” Dieter breathes as the music fades out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my life. I fucking love you so much. Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this fucking hard before.”

“Show me,” you command, surprising yourself with your boldness.

He groans, shifting on the bed as he pushes down his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and leaking, falling heavily against him. You moan at the sight of him, wishing you could taste the bead of precum glistening on the tip.

Your laptop sits on the edge of your bed, your lip captured between your teeth as you climb on the mattress, crawling across it to sit with your back against the headboard, mirroring how he sits. You can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs as you watch him wrap his wide hand around his cock.

He’s perfectly centered in the screen. His cock sits hard and heavy between his thick, golden thighs. You wish so badly to be able to lick your way from his wide cock up the swell of his stomach, across his broad chest to his sharp collar bones, feeling the rough patches of stubble against his jaw before tasting his plush lips that now sit agape as he slowly drags his fist up and down his length.

You spread your legs wider, your feet straddling your laptop. Dieter’s eyes darken as they roam your body, taking in the sight of your pussy, puffy and wet with need.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls. You follow the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows hard, twisting his fist around the head of his cock.

Frank Ocean quietly sings about Nikes in the background as your hand runs down the length of your body, dipping into the slick spilling out of your pussy. Dieter groans when you gasp as your finger paints a circle around your clit.

“I miss your tongue on my pussy,” you pout.

“Fuck, I do too baby. Wish I could taste you, wish I was right between those soft thighs.”

He’s so gorgeous. You feel so lucky to see Dieter like this–his dark brown eyes almost looking black as they’re overblown with lust, his golden skin shining from the bedside lamp, his cock standing hard as he jerks himself off for you.

Your eyes lock with his as you ever so slowly slide your finger through the slick folds of your cunt, circling your entrance, enamored by the way Dieter’s breath catches when you finally push your finger inside. The feeling makes you gasp, arching your back slightly off the headboard.

“Ohh, that’s it baby,” he growls. “Let me see you fuck yourself.”

“I can’t wait until you’re back home,” you moan, sticking a second finger in, pushing them deeper inside your wet heat.

“Two more weeks, baby,” Dieter groans, his hand picking up pace. “Two more fuckin’ weeks.”

“Two more weeks until I get to feel your cock inside me,” you moan.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ explode once I get to you,” he grits, spitting in his palm and stroking himself harder.

Your fingers pump in and out of you, trying to match his pace as your thumb works over your clit. Your free hand clasps around your breast, squeezing and pulling against the tender flesh, desperate and needy for Dieter’s tongue against your skin.

“That’s it, Sweets,” he encourages. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. My dream girl.”

“I’m close,” you pant. Your muscles begin tightening, the familiar stardust beginning to glimmer behind your eyelids.

“Wait for me,” he says, his hand pumping himself harder. “I want us to cum together.”

You slow yourself, watching how the muscles in Dieter’s arm flex as he strokes himself.

“You wanna cum with me, baby?” you ask, looking into his eyes, marveling at the intensity and love you can see even through the screen.

“Yesss,” Dieter whines. His hand moving faster, chest heaving with each breath, thighs tensing as he brings himself to the edge.

“I’m close,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm right at the crest.

“Me too, baby,” he strains. “Fuck, I wish I was there. Wish I could watch as my cock cums all over your sweet pussy. Wish I could lick it all off your sweet cunt then kiss you and let you taste us.”

You moan at his filthy words, overwhelmed at the thought of tasting the mixture of your sweet release. “Look at me, Dee. Watch me cum for you.”

Your orgasm sets your body alight, glowing for Dieter thousands of miles away as you cry out his name, staring into his eyes as you feel your walls clench your fingers, missing the feeling of your pussy pulsing around Dieter’s thick width. But being able to watch Dieter’s face contort in ecstasy, his mouth falling open as he grunts your name, spilling himself all over his fist and onto his stomach is a good enough replacement.

“I love you,” he lowly says. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you respond, never realizing just how deep a connection could be to somebody, even when they’re a whole ocean away. You never thought your life would become this. A year ago, you felt trapped, and now you’re finding your own path, with a man who loves you exactly as you are.

—-

Each day of filming feels never-ending, yet Dieter truly enjoys the chaos of projects nearing completion. He collapses into his trailer after another grueling 14-hour day on set. He aches all over, but the excitement of being only one week away from wrap means he’s only one week away from flying back home to Los Angeles… and you.

He pulls out his phone, smiling at the dozens of texts you’ve sent him while he’s been filming. Photos of bouquets you’ve created at Bloom, your grocery haul, the color of the early morning sunrise, the outfit you chose for your first day of work��a black and white striped shirt under a green cardigan, a pair of baggy, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers. He knows if he ever walked into a flower store and found someone as gorgeous as you working there, he’d go broke buying bouquets. He smiles at the reminder that you are indeed his.

It’s only 2 PM back home in LA, and he knows you’re busy at your first day of work.

The sound of his assistant Court stepping into his trailer makes him look up from his phone.

“Your car will be here in ten. Anything you need?”

“No, thanks. Hey, you want to see something cool?” Dieter asks, holding up his phone.

“You’ve already shown me the video of that little hippo like twenty times, Mr. Bravo,” Court sighs.

“No, no,” he chuckles. “Look at what my girl’s been doing.”

Dieter brings up the photos of the bouquets you’ve made. Your arrangements are just as stunning as you–unique and artistic, vastly different from the boring, typically stuffy bouquets Warren used to buy you. He’s so proud of you.

Court admires each one, her sharp brows rising in approval. “Damn, these are really good.”

“Amazing, right?” Dieter proudly smiles.

“Exactly,” Court nods.

His heart swells with pride for you, for his Golden Girl.

—-

Maybe you should have driven to the flower shop for your first day at work. Your feet are killing you, your fingers smell of eucalyptus and roses, your back aches, your hair’s thrown into the messiest bun, and you’re pretty sure you can’t mend the sleeve of your cardigan that you nipped with a pair of shears, but you can’t remember the last time you felt this fulfilled.

Angela threw you right into the deep end, letting you take customer orders, process deliveries, and even trusted you to manage the shop alone for a couple of hours on only your first day.

One sore step after another, you slowly make your way up the winding hill back home. Your house comes into view, and your tired eyes blink with joy at the sight of it. The sooner you get home, the sooner you can talk to Dieter–after a long, hot shower to soothe your aching muscles, of course.

The shower does indeed soothe your muscles, and the lavender scent left on your skin from your body wash relaxes you as you throw on Dieter’s robe and head downstairs to figure out dinner.

The doorbell dings. Outside, a courier stands surrounded by dozens of balloons—purple, green, and gold ones mix with shiny red heart-shaped and large pink flower-shaped balloons, all swaying in the evening breeze. The young man’s face is almost completely obscured.

"Delivery," he announces, his voice strained as he tries to keep hold of what must be at least thirty balloons.

"I think you have the wrong house," you say, clutching Dieter's robe tight.

The courier checks his tablet. "No, this is the right address. Are you..." he reads your name from the screen.

"That's me," you say hesitantly.

"Then these are for you. And there's more."

“More?” you ask, stepping aside as he brings the giant balloon bouquet through your door.

You’re still standing mouth agape at the ridiculous amount of balloons when he returns with an enormous basket filled with your favorite British snacks, a bottle of gin, bath bombs and oils from Dieter’s hotel, and a stuffed Paddington Bear.

“One more thing,” the courier says as he runs back outside.

The courier returns with an envelope and a small box. You thank him, sign for the delivery, and close the door, standing amidst what looks like a carnival.

This is so ridiculous, you can’t help but laugh at how it’s so wholly Dieter.

You open the envelope, pulling out a handwritten note on stationary embossed with Mandarin Oriental Hotel at the top.

Sweets,

Congratulations on your first day at Bloom! I knew you’d be amazing.

Only 5 more days.

I hope you wear your gift tomorrow for me.

Love, D

You lift the lid of the small box to reveal a gold necklace nestled inside. Dangling from the delicate chain is a gold heart balloon pendant, engraved with a D on one side. It’s perfect. You quickly put it on, loving the feeling of having his initial hanging from your neck.

You’ve never had someone show you they care for you in such grandiose ways before; it’s a little absurd when you really think about it. The Oscar-winning actor Dieter Bravo is in love with you. But, you embrace the absurd and laughable, because right now, you feel like the most special person in the world.

You click the FaceTime button next to Dieter’s name. It takes a few rings, and a bit of guilt pangs against your happiness when you realize he was indeed sleeping–rather deeply, by the way Dieter’s eyes slowly flutter open, wincing at the brightness of his phone screen.

“Hi, baby,” he lowly rasps out, his voice heavy with sleep. He rubs a hand down his face as he rumbles out a yawn.

“Hi,” you smile, wishing you could feel the warmth of his bare chest. “Thank you for my surprise. It looks like a clown car exploded in here. I love everything.”

He hmphs out a small smile, his eyes slowly blinking awake. “Yeah?”

“Yes, especially my necklace,” you pan the phone down to show him.

“Did you open it?”

“Open it?” you ask, confused.

Dieter’s eyes light up as he sits up in bed. “The heart opens, baby.”

You fumble with the small pendant, using the FaceTime screen as a mirror, and find the tiny clasp on the side. It springs open to reveal a tiny photograph inside—you and Dieter on New Year’s Eve, right before he told you he loved you. Right before he changed your life.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, as tears spring to your eyes. “Dee, it’s perfect.”

“I had it custom made,” he proudly says. “You deserve it, baby. How was your first day of work?”

"My hands are all scratched up," you laugh, showing him your battle wounds. "And I think I ruined my favorite cardigan."

"War wounds from doing something you love," he says. "Sexy as hell.”

"I can't believe I'm a working woman now," you say, running your fingers along the heart pendant. "It feels good, Dee. Really good."

His sleepy smile widens as he shifts in bed. “I’m so proud of you. The pics you sent me, you have such a talent.”

“Thanks, Dee.”

You spy him trying to stifle a yawn. You know how busy he’s been and though you miss him more than anything, you know he’ll stay on the phone with you all night if you don’t let him sleep.

“You should go back to sleep. It’s really late there.”

"Mmm, but I miss you,” his words slur slightly with exhaustion. "Wanna hear about your day."

You watch his eyelids droop despite his efforts to stay awake. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow when you're actually conscious. Sleep, Dee."

"Fine," he sighs, nestling deeper into his pillow. "But only 'cause you told me to. Five more days, baby. Five more days until I’m home with you.”

“Five more days,” you echo, your heart beating faster at Dieter saying home. “I love you.”

"Love you more," he murmurs, his eyes already closed.

You end the call and sit amongst the bright sea of balloons, running your finger along the D engraved on the pendant around your neck. This is what love is supposed to feel like—supportive, joyful, and free. Not the constant walking on eggshells and proving that you’re a good wife that defined your years with Warren.

Only five more days until Dieter Bravo is back with you.

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tearsaura · 2 days ago

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No need no use pt. 2 // Eris Vanserra x healer!reader

A/N: Thank you so so much for all the nice feedback on part one. I am so glad that you liked it so much!

Word count: 1K

Warnings: talk of death, injuries, angst

Heaven smelled like cinnamon and pine. Delicious.

I was lying, or floating, on soft clouds and felt no pain anymore. Death wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to be. For the people that lost someone, sure, but in my case, there was no one that lost me. Maybe I should open my eyes. Am I going to see all my dead relatives?

Footsteps appeared suddenly and I felt a presence, the smell of cinnamon and pine becoming stronger, as I felt the clouds under me dipped.

“Are you awake, love?”

No.

No there is no way.

I opened my eyes and stared right at the newly appointed High lord of the autumn court. And last time I checked, he was very much alive, which meant that I was too.

“What are you doing here?” Eris looked at me cautiously, his usual taunting smile inapparent. “What am I doing here?” “What do you remember?” he asked, completely disregarding my questions. Huffing, I thought back.

There was Cassian’s injury, his bones sticking out.

Azriel yelling at me, holding me down.

Leaving the house, going to the woods.

“You found me outside of Velaris.” I stated and Eris nodded. “I brought you back to autumn and had my healers take care of you.” “Why didn’t you bring me to the night court?” “If you wanted to be there, you wouldn’t have been walking away from them.” He replied. “What happened?”

I didn’t know what it was, I think my near-death experience loosened my tongue, but I told him everything. How I wanted to belong in the night court, even about my unrequited feelings for Azriel. How he grabbed my hand and held it down to heal Cassian, how none of them said anything or even cared when I walked out. Eris didn’t interrupt me, listening cautiously. The more I talked, the more I wanted to bawl my eyes out. There where no words to describe how hurt I was, how betrayed I felt. It has reached to the point that I even shared it all with a person that I didn’t necessarily like that much.

“And the worst part is, I deserve this. I never had a place to belong, and I’ll never will” I finished, silent tears running down my cheeks. At this point, I didn’t care that I was crying to the worst possible person I could be crying to because Eris, as bad as he can be, showed me more empathy and basic respect than any of my so-called family ever did by bringing me here and healing me back to life.

“It is astonishing how the night court doesn’t have any basic knowledge, but not surprising.”

“Really? This is, all you are going to say about this?”

“I could go on and on about how none of them deserved to be in your presence to begin with, how none of them deserved even a single thought of yours going towards them but I do not think that will help you at this moment. The night court doesn’t know that you’re here. Do you want to keep it that way or shall I bring you back there to tear them apart?” He asked, his cunning smile making his way back on his face. There he is.

“I don’t want to talk to them.” I said, suddenly feeling tired again.

“Should I inform them?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Why did you bring me here. What do you want from me?” I whispered, looking towards the ceiling.

“I thought you where dying.” My eyes snapped back to him. Eris held my gaze as he continued: “You were wandering around and sobbing, clutching your shoulder. I had an idea what had happened because I knew how the healers’ powers work.” He whispered back. He wore this sad look in his eyes, and I immediately wanted to grab his hand for some reason. To console him.

“You should rest, and we can talk after about where you want to go. I have no bad intentions I swear.” He said to which I only nodded absently, feeling my eyes growing heavier before I drifted back to sleep.

“You were asleep for about three days” Eris told me as we walked through the woods of his home later that evening. I needed fresh air and Eris decided to accompany. There was so much that I was feeling and yet I felt… numb. Where was I supposed to go now, what am I going to do?

“Have you eaten something?” Eris questioned, breaking the silence. I nodded.

“How’s your shoulder feeling?” “Good”

“How are you feeling?” “I have no where to go now” I blurted out. Eris came to a halt, turning to look at me. “What do you mean?” “I have been with the night court pretty much my whole life now. I do not know any other home.” I started, avoiding his gaze. “And now, I can’t and won’t go back there but I don’t know where to go. These where the only people I knew.”

His hand reached out to my face, pulling my chin up. I looked at him, his face didn’t betray any emotions. His eyes bore into me as I bit my lip. He was devastatingly beautiful.

“You can stay here of course.” He finally said, making my breath hitch. “I don’t want to impose” “You aren’t imposing. I am offering. It’d be my honour to have you here.” I bit my lip, hesitating. “Maybe I can offer my healing powers in exchange?” I suggested, to which he quickly shook his head. “Absolutely not. If you want, you can help my healers out with knowledge only, but I won’t have you risk your life for anyone.” He said sternly. “But-” “No buts. You can stay here as long as you want, and you won’t be a burden to me.”

“You don’t even know me”

“I know you enough”

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Eris held out his arm to me and I held onto him as we continued our walk. We didn’t speak much after that, making our way back to his home. Well, I guess mine now too, at least for the time being.

And suddenly, my fall out with the night court didn’t seem bad at all.

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apoloadonisandnarcissus · 16 hours ago

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“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. […] Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable.”

“Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?' interrupted Catherine. 'Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?' [...] It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity. She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall, near the road: where, heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained, calling at intervals, and then listening, and then crying outright.

‘I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I’ve no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn’t have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

“I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.”

“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills."

Catherine Madness and Ellen’s sickness: “Wuthering Heights” inspiration on “Nosferatu” (2024)

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lilithlounge · 19 hours ago

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Venus Retrograde 2025 – Love on Rewind, Chaos on the Horizon

Mark your calendars, lovers and ex-lurkers! From March 1 to April 12, 2025, Venus...the planet of love, beauty, money, and self-worth is going retrograde, meaning all things romance, relationships, and finances are about to get a cosmic reality check.

And this isn’t just any Venus retrograde. Oh no. This one starts in Aries (March 1 - March 27)—the bold, impulsive, burn-it-all-down-to-build-it-up sign—before diving headfirst into the watery, mystical mess of Pisces (March 27 - April 12). Translation? We’re going from “I don’t need you, I’ll set your car on fire” energy to “I still love you, let’s soul merge” energy real quick.

March 1 - March 27: Venus Retrograde in Aries – The Bold Bitch Era™

This is not your soft, poetic love story. This is love on steroids, then withdrawal. Aries is ruled by Mars, so Venus here is already aggressive, impulsive, and unapologetic. But when she starts moonwalking backward? Expect:

- Exes reappearing like they’ve got unfinished business (Spoiler: they do, and it’s messy)

-Sudden urges to end relationships dramatically (Blocking, deleting, "accidentally" sending that risky text? Yep.)

-Impulse spending that will haunt your bank account in April (No, you don’t need that $500 leather jacket.)

-Dramatic makeovers that may or may not be a regret later (Shaving your head? Piercing something? Think it through, babe.)

-Toxic relationship patterns coming back to test you (Did you really heal, or are you just ignoring the red flags?)

Best Advice? Pause before you act. Aries energy wants it NOW, but retrograde means it needs RECONSIDERATION. Don’t throw away something (or someone) just because you’re in your feelings.

March 27 - April 12: Venus Retrograde in Pisces – The Delusional Romance Era™

After all that chaotic, burn-it-down energy, Venus slips into Pisces, where she romanticizes the pain, writes a poem about it, and forgives everyone, sometimes too quickly.

-Dreamy nostalgia, missing people you swore you were over (Why does their name keep showing up in songs?)

-Old flames reappearing with “I’ve changed” speeches (Have they? Or is it just Neptune clouding your judgment?)

-Crying over movies, songs, and that one text from 2017 (If you suddenly feel like a poet, blame Venus.)

-Spiritual connections intensifying, twin flame chasers, this is your moment (Or your downfall. Choose wisely.)

-Illusions in love, seeing people as you want them to be, not as they are (Don’t settle for potential. Look at the reality.)

Best Advice? Don’t let the rose-colored glasses fool you. Love should feel magical, but not at the cost of your boundaries or self-respect.

So..... what should you do?

-Reflect, don’t react. Venus retrograde is about reassessing love, money, and self-worth, not making impulsive decisions.

-Avoid major beauty or financial changes. The haircut can wait. The new relationship can too.

-If an ex pops up, ask yourself: Why now? Not every “second chance” is meant to be taken.

-Focus on healing, not reattaching. If you’re missing someone, is it them or the idea of them?

-Don’t start a new relationship until Venus goes direct. Love formed in a retrograde often comes with karmic lessons (aka drama).

Final Thoughts – Buckle Up, It's a Ride

This Venus retrograde will test your patience, your heart, and your ability to avoid chaos. Some connections will burn, some will deepen, and some will make a dramatic return just to mess with your head.

By April 12, you’ll know what (and who) is worth your time and what you need to leave behind for good.

Feeling lost in love? Need clarity on an ex or a fated connection? I offer detailed astrology readings to help you navigate this retrograde without losing your mind. DM me or check my Ko-Fi, Buy Me A Coffee for a personal reading!

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secondarysefikura · 2 days ago

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Twenty years after Advent Children Cloud still looks like he’s in his early twenties. Cloud and his friends come to the conclusion that both Sephiroth’s and Jenova’s cells are preventing him from aging, add on his SOLIDER healing to it and Cloud is essentially just like Vincent immortal. Cloud puts on a strong face for everyone, especially Tifa, and the kids(who haven’t been kids in years and now look older then Cloud) and continues on with life as normal as he can. Years go on and despite Tifa’s aging Cloud and her stay to together, so to others who didn’t know Cloud and his immortality seeing them together one would think that Cloud married a woman over twice his age and not his childhood best friend. Then one by one most of Cloud’s friends pass away, Cid, Barret, Reeve(and to an extent Cait Sith), Yuffie. Cloud grieved for each of them, but then Tifa’s time came to an end. Cloud held her hand as she laid on her deathbed, never leaving her side. It was only after she passed did he break, he wasn’t the same after Tifa’s death. It became even worst when Denzel and Marlene eventually both passed away. The only reason he didn’t try to do anything to himself was because of Vincent and Nanaki who are all he has left of his old life, that is until Nanaki does pass away then all Cloud will have left is Vincent. Over the many, many years Sephiroth has continued to return from the dead, and every time Cloud has killed him, however eventually Cloud finds himself looking forward to Sephiroth’s inevitable returns. After all Sephiroth is now one of the three people from his old life, so seeing him again has begun to make Cloud….happy. He’ll never let Sephiroth destroy the planet, but a part of Cloud is starting to wish they could try to start a life together. Then a few decades after Sephiroth’s last defeat he once again returns, but instead getting reading to fight him Cloud instead runs into his arms for comfort. A few years ago Nanaki has begun to have trouble traveling large distances, in fact he’s barely been able to make it to the ruins of Midgar where them and Vincent meet up once of year at. Cloud knows what that means, he’s eventually going to lose one of his only remaining loved ones. And he knows that he shouldn’t been seeking comfort from Sephiroth of all people, but standing with Sephiroth’s arms around him just feels right. Even if his arms are possessively around him.

This reminds me of @waifujuju's old immortal Cloud au. It's kinda similar to several of the concepts you mention here, so I highly recommend you check it out!

When Cloud runs into his arms for comfort, Sephiroth realizes that he doesn't have to fight Cloud for control of the planet. All he has to do is threaten to leave Cloud alone, and Cloud will eventually break. It's still going to take a while to get to the point where Cloud is desperate enough to let Sephiroth have free reign, but the time is coming.

Soon, Sephiroth knows, Cloud will be desperate for the sort of companionship Vincent can't give him. All he needs to do is wait a little bit longer for Nanaki to die and then Cloud's desperation will be overflowing.

#sephiroth #cloud strife #vincent valentine #ff7 nanaki #immortal Cloud #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy vii #sefikura

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secretlyanimmortal · 2 days ago

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Test of Devotion yandere! boyfriend (GN reader)

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> Synopsis: You've been dating this wonderful guy for a little over a year now. You think you know all his secrets? ha ha! > TW: Stalking, general yandere stuff

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ > your sweet boyfriend, where do you even begin? from the moment you guys first met, it was an instant click. Being asked to a cafe nearby, he shared some interests, but still had his own opinions and passions different from you.

> your sweet boyfriend, who still did the cheesy romance movie tropes with you. Ate ice cream, walked in the park, even went to a New Year's celebration with you, kissing you when the timer hit 0.

> your sweet boyfriend, who was straight out of a romcom series, just the two of you. You were on cloud nine after you were together, any mention of a bad coworker? left and resigned! a karen yelling at you that shift? no reports filed! It was like the universe or him worked in your favor.

> your sweet boyfriend, who would melt on your touch, so kind, so gentle, he would never hurt a fly. The way he could soothe crying babies in public and took care of animals hurt and run them to the vet clinics, a knight in shining armor indeed.

> your sweet boyfriend, who one day in his apartment, asks you to take a little 'test' of his. You've known the cheating tests on social media or even those intelligence tests on news articles. So when you followed him to a secret room- you were only a tad bit suspicious. I mean, your anniversary was coming up, so maybe it was that?

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

> "Love, can you come with me for a sec? I wanna show you something..." You look up, his smile genuine. "Sure, is it a surprise?" standing up, you intentionally close your eyes. > You feel his hand grab your shoulders "...sort of, I just want you to take a test for me". A while of footsteps later, you come to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" > "No not yet" he mutters, a creaking door, keys jingling, then an unlocking is heard. Maybe it was a new room? Another close and lock was heard then... > "Alright, you can open your eyes" Your eyes look up in shock, you were in a small dim lit room with candid photos of you everywhere in a wall, sketches of you, framed phots, even places where you once lived were all in a little shrine on a table with your favorite candle. Not only that, but parts of bloody clothes are in a neat little cabinet in the corner, clothes you remember the people you hated last wore. > He hugs you that left you restrained, whispering in your ear "This is my Test of Devotion to you, my love..."

> "Happy one year anniversary, my love"

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

> i made this as vague as possible...

> just a quick idea out to show im not dead! just dying >o< > i am so sorry to everyone for the hiatus!!! this year i promise to post more (i have a lot of drafts i haven't even finished q-q) > hopefully you all are still here, i never expected any part 2 (for any of my fics) since i wanted people to have their own interpretations but who's to say i wont use ideas you guys have? i'm free to suggestions on where to make it more... more! xP > ms. Chari out!!!

#male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #drabble #imagine #writing with Chari #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere #yandere boyfriend

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 days ago

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((My fucking heart 😫 That was so cute!!))

They took a picture together with the harbor in the background, it was really the perfect week. Lucifer had never felt so in love before it was like he was on cloud nine.

When they finally did get home, they made love for another few hours before sleeping peacefully in each other's arms.

- Day 8 -

Adam: I would much rather stay with you.

Lucifer kissed him: I know my love, just think of it as a little something you gotta do and then you'll be home in no time. I'll be right here waiting for you.~

Adam: I like the sound of that.~

He helped Adam pack for this trip, Bandit even tried getting into his suitcase not wanting his daddy to leave and it pulled at Adam's heart strings.

Lucifer went to the airport with him, they took a cab because he didn't know his way around well enough yet to drive there and back.

Lucifer: Be careful okay? And if you need me I'm just a phone call and text away.

Adam smiled: I'm going to fucking miss you.

Lucifer: Me too.

They hugged and stayed there for as long as they could. Luicfer gave him one last kiss before Adam had to get on the plane. He didn't leave the airport until the plane took off.

Lucifer sighed, he missed Adam already. His phone buzzed.

Adam: Miss you already 💖

Lucifer: Miss you too 💖

Lucifer left and went back to the house where Bandit was whining not seeing Adam with him.

Lucifer: I know, I miss him too buddy.

He pulled out his laptop and started going through all his emails to pass the time.

Adam was going to text him when he landed and then it would be the occasional texts here and there.

Lucifer just hopes he will be okay with his dad that long.

OH OH OH OH!!!

90 Day Fiance Au

Lucifer is from California and he meets Adam online who is from Australia.

Ohmygod- yesssss!!

Lucifer is a suave businessman who meets Adam, who's a drover in the harshest areas of Australia.

He can only respond to Lucifer when he's in a city or town, which isn't often. But they both like each other, so Adam takes the risk of giving Lucifer his phone number. Whenever Adam has reception he calls Lucifer.

ALSO Lucifer flying out to Australia to meet Adam- who looks so out of place.

Like-

He'd rocking this vibe (without the gun, of course lol). And everyone at the airport is a tad suspicious about the dirty Australian guy who gets told off for lighting a cigarette inside.

Lucifer is instantly in love.

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salternateunreality2 · 1 day ago

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Concept I CANNOT get out of my head: Lucretia ends up pregnant with identical twins. Sephiroth has a brother. How does this change the story?

Thanks for the ask! Lots of possibilities here, so there's a sad/likely one up top and some happy crack ones if you scroll down.

Angst answer (CW: major character death, Hojo shenanigans)

Hojo pits them against each other to encourage growth and competition. Fear of punishment plus natural ambition (they have 3 very ambitious parents) drive a wedge between them.

They bond a bit over shared trauma, but Hojo is invested in severing that bond every chance he gets, to make them more dependent on him.

Wutai falls almost immediately. Rhadore is wiped off the map mercilessly. Shinra's power grows at an even more alarming rate.

Due to their fierce competition, they don't spend time getting to know anyone. The saving graces that could have been in their lives (FS trio, Banora Boys, Zack) are shoved aside. They are very, very lonely men, or even boys because the plot progresses so much more quickly.

They are bitter, spiteful, and sharp. Cadets and underlings fear them.

Only one gets sent to Nibelheim, and Hojo knows what's there. The other is kept at home as a control.

He falls, of course. If he is younger because of the accelerated conquering, then Cloud doesn't stop him and dies as a child in the fires. Zack hasn't made rank and is probably just a trooper, and it's one of both of the Banora boys who tries to stop him.

Let's go with both for maximum angst!

Crazyroth wounds Angeal severely and Genesis manages to stab him and kill him while getting severely wounded himself and sliding down to meet Angeal. Zack is either killed in the river or by Crazyroth as a trooper.

Angeal and Genesis are picked up by Hojo for experimentation. Tifa's also dead because she was a younger child too and hadn't advanced enough in training yet.

Hojo is furious Crazyroth died, but he still has Normalroth...well, Jenova got activated somewhat during Crazyroth's rampage and is now in the lifestream with him...so Normalroth is getting constant migraines.

Angeal wakes up and breaks himself and Genesis out, following Zakkura's path. Thanks to Hojo's experimentation, they don't suffer degradation and thanks to their prior enhancements, Genesis wakes up sooner than Cloud did.

Genesis is furious and convinces Angeal to go to war against Shinra. Unfortunately, with no bond to hold him back and no clones to help GenGeal, Normalroth obliterates the pair, but does get wounded.

Meanwhile, Aerith is haunted by the planet's screams as Jenova taints the lifestream, just as Normalroth is haunted by his brother's voice echoing his mother's.

Avalanche proceeds as normal and the president drops the plate. Aerith is spared by the Turks, Hojo finds out, kidnaps her to make her make babies with Normalroth.

The only thing that saves her from that fate is Normalroth snapping after all his headaches and killing everyone, including her, in the tower.

The Turks sensed danger and got Rufus away, but now a planet-level threat is roaming around all rabid and there are no plucky teams of young adults to band together, collect friends, and stop him. Plus, Jenova+Twinroths starts from a stronger position with a living body.

Jenova gets her way, eats everyone on the planet, and uses it as a vessel to see the stars.

Twinroths are finally at peace, doing one activity they both always loved: stargazing.

As they fly, conquering worlds and living freely, they meld together more and more into one entity with Jenova, and enjoy it immensely. At long last, the connection they longed for ❤️😺😺🐙❤️

Precious boys:

Them riding Mother's coattails:

Crack answer 1:

It's Chadley. Chadley and Sephiroth.

In the most likely scenario, this just results in Hojo letting Chadley skip some torture as long as his scientific progress is beneficial to Hojo, but the boys both still get trained in war and end up in the angst case above.

Sephiroth cracks first, then Chadster.

In a more hopeful situation, both boys spend more time on science and the angst above is delayed by a few years! Woo!

In the best case scenario, they band together. Sephiroth wants to protect his "baby" brother and Chadley wants to protect his naive older brother and they work together to kill Hojo and Shinra and run off with Glenn and co. and live happily ever after as accomplished astronomers and maybe astronauts.

Crack answer 2:

They are gremlins of the highest order and enable each other in escape attempts, eventually finding Vincent, who falls for their chaotic charm immediately and protects them with his life.

#ff7 #sephiroth #vincent valentine #die hojo die #fuck hojo #not literally lucrecia pull yourself together #hojo #angst #major character death #hojo being hojo #hojo being a creep

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lovelymylene · 2 days ago

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introducing.. 70s STONER TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

“All I can do is be me, whoever that is.”

stoner timmy.. who never seems like he’s in a rush. He moves through life like he’s got all the time in the world, even when he doesn’t. You could be late to school, running down the street like your life depends on it, and there he’d be, leaning against a lamppost, cigarette dangling from his fingers, looking up at the clouds like they just told him a secret.

stoner timmy.. who’s got this annoying, effortless charm that makes it impossible to dislike him. He’s never trying too hard. Never really trying at all. But somehow, he’s always the guy people want around. It’s not just that he’s funny, or that he listens better than most. It’s that he makes everything feel lighter, like the world isn’t so serious when he’s in it.

stoner timmy.. who got told once that he looks like Bob Dylan and has held onto it ever since. He doesn’t bring it up often, but when he does, he acts like it’s no big deal, like it doesn’t keep him up at night thinking maybe he’s meant for something bigger. He doesn’t know what yet, but he’s working on it.

stoner timmy.. who loves music, movies, sports, and art but can’t decide which one to fully commit to. He’s got records scattered across his floor, half-finished sketches on his desk, a baseball glove in his backseat, and an old film camera he takes everywhere. He just wants to be one of the greats. The question is, great at what?

stoner timmy.. who matches people’s energy like a mirror. You’re loud and excited? He’s right there with you, matching your enthusiasm like he’s known you forever. You’re quiet and mellow? He’ll sink into the calm with you, like he’s always belonged there. But sometimes, when he’s the only one reciprocating the good vibes, it gets a little awkward, like he’s standing in a room full of people but still somehow alone.

stoner timmy.. who doesn’t believe in bad days. Not really. If something shitty happens, he shrugs it off, says, “Yeah, but did you see how good the sky looked today?” Like that’s supposed to make up for it. Maybe it does.

stoner timmy.. who can talk to anyone about anything. Politics, philosophy, the best way to roll a joint, how a certain song makes him feel like he’s floating. But the second someone asks about him, he dodges the question with a joke or a smirk, like he’s got nothing to say about himself that’s worth hearing.

stoner timmy.. who has never, not once, been caught up in drama. Not because he avoids it on purpose, but because people just can’t bring themselves to drag him into it. It’s hard to be mad at a guy who looks at you like you’ve got the whole world inside you.

stoner timmy.. who loves sitting in the backseat on long drives, watching the world blur past, cigarette in one hand, feet up on the dash. He doesn’t care where he’s going. He just likes moving.

stoner timmy.. who, no matter how hard you try, you can’t bring yourself to hate. Even when he’s frustrating. Even when he’s impossible to figure out. Because at the end of the day, he’s got this way of making you feel like the world is a little softer, a little easier to exist in. And maybe that’s enough.

@issysh3ll

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#fanfic #70s #fiction #headcanon #oneshot #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader

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elioas-diel · 2 days ago

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𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀; 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

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She came a year after he did, the gladers just establishing a steady routine. Change was her, and he didn’t take it easy.

Y/n and Gally bickering wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to the glade - in fact it was abnormal to not see them arguing over something dumb.

From the moment he had seen her confused face it was there, that hatred he had for her - one that wasn’t just driven by the disruption she had caused but it seemed to run deeper than the either knew.

He took note of those feelings but always kept it to himself, his character too stubborn to speak out or have the rivalry go deeper than meaningless annoyance, frustration and competition. Afraid with what he’d find out.

Though, that doesn’t mean his bubbling suspicion for Y/n didn’t eat him alive. That nagging feeling that made him go crazy every time he saw her - something, a voice? - that told him he knew her, but from where?

It couldn’t have been more the opposite for her. She couldn’t have cared less for him, Y/n had set her mind on survival; that worry being on the top of her list.

The psychological mechanics embedded in our bodies from birth, one called the fight or flight response system had been surging through her the moment she had woken up in a moving chain-mail box.

Dangling thousands of feet above pure darkness.

When the warmth of what felt like she remembered to be sun met her features, he had jumped in and clouded it.

His sharp blue eyes observing her weirdly, grazing her figure like she was some abnormal creature - it didn’t help but make her even more terrified than she was puzzled.

She didn’t hate him, didn’t feel some sort of connection, but with his fixed “unwelcoming-snarky,” attitude towards her, she felt the need to know why it was so.

They were bio-hazards sewn on to themselves - the death of each other and she fell into a trap that was known as Gally.

Love, trust and relationships were a dangerous thing, especially in a place where nothing was certain.

Peace in the Glade had its run. Peace between the two of them had its fun.

Everything had never been as it seemed and it was all about to change a year later.

After-all, uncertainty and certainty were two sides of the same coin.

“Bring bloodshed on them,” - ??

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domivancarvalho · 9 hours ago

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Ivan chuckled. "It most certainly would, yes" he said, then stayed silent while he listened to what Teddy was saying, having care to take in and process every word of it to get things right in his brain, right enough to give him an answer once he was done talking. In many ways, Ivan knew he would never forgive himself for make things become what they became that day, for planting that seed of doubt in his beloved Teddy's mind, a seed that somehow will always find a way to pop its ugly head somehow.

He never let go of Teddy's hand while he spoke what was in his mind, and when he heard him clearing his throat he placed his other hand on top of Teddy's, a way for him to see he was there to support him. "Baby- listen to me now. I know there's no possible way in which you could help the way you love people. And, as the amazing and beautiful human being you are, it's no wonder some of those people may feel the same way about you. You have such a big heart, and like Charlie says, it's big enough to fit so many." He smiled, then nodded. "That's why I can tell you you didn't disappoint me back then, and I want you to believe me. I let some ugly jealous feelings to cloud my better judgement, and that was on me." He moved one of his hands to cradle Teddy's face. "I love you, Teddy. I've loved you since the moment I met you. And- if you come back to me, to us, and give me the honor and joy to be your Dom, all I know is that, no matter who you love, or how you love them, I will be your home to come back to every night." He felt a lump in the middle of throat, and he felt the tears threatening their way out, but he did his best to keep it together.

He'd been tempted to dress up - he always ached to look his best for Ivan - but he'd kept it simple with a sweater and jeans, knowing the plan wasn't to get down and dirty right away. Still, lust fluttered in his belly as Ivan pulled him to his feet and kissed his cheek, the feeling of his hand in his own grounding and pulse-quickening all at once. Teddy smiled and let a breath out once they sat down, trying to gather his thoughts and calm himself. Because - as tempting as it was to just throw himself into his Dom's arms and call it good, he knew they needed to get everything in order so this wouldn't happen again.

"I do like when you go sappy on me Mestre, but I think that would lead somewhere that would just delay this conversation," he said with a small, cheeky grin. "I know we've both said a lot. We've talked about how we feel about everything that happened. But I think the thing I need to be sure of is if something happens like that again. Because - I can't help the way I love people," he said with a soft sigh. "It would make things a lot easier if I could. And I can't - really stop them if they return feelings. But what I need to know is what happens if that comes up again, because I don't think I could handle feeling like I disappointed you like that again," he finished in a rush, clearing his throat quickly as he felt his voice threaten to crack.

#f2f:teddy006

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ningco · 1 day ago

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strangers

pairing: hueningkai x reader

genre: romance, angst, slightly suggestive

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hueningkai wasn’t stupid.

he knew what this was—what you were both pretending it wasn’t.

it wasn’t just casual. it wasn’t just fun.

not when his lips lingered on yours longer than necessary. not when your hands traced his skin like you were trying to memorize him. not when you looked at him afterward, eyes clouded with something deeper than lust.

not when he saw the hesitation in your gaze every time he got too close to asking for more.

and tonight was no different.

the dim glow of your bedside lamp bathed the room in soft light, shadows stretching along the walls. your sheets were tangled between your legs and his, your fingers still resting against his bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. he could feel yours too, where your bodies remained pressed together.

but this time, something was different.

he had reached his limit.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

your breath hitched, fingers twitching against his skin, but you didn’t pull away just yet. maybe you were hoping you’d misheard him. maybe you thought he didn’t mean it.

but he did.

kai had let you string him along for too long—letting you have him in every way except the one that mattered most.

his voice was quieter when he spoke again, raw, pained. “i love you.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, your heart screaming at you to say it back. to let him in. to stop running from the inevitable.

but the fear was suffocating.

“kai…”

the way his name trembled on your lips—it almost broke him.

“you love me too,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “i know you do.”

of course, you did. every shared glance, every stolen moment, every time you kissed him like he was the only person in the world—he knew.

but you weren’t willing to risk what you had, even if it meant tearing him apart in the process.

a deep, heavy silence filled the room. you felt kai shift, felt his warmth pulling away, and that’s when you finally opened your eyes.

he was sitting up now, head in his hands, as if bracing himself for your rejection. but you could see it—the hurt, the exhaustion, the quiet plea hidden beneath his words.

“tell me,” he said, voice hoarse, “tell me you don’t want this.” he turned to look at you, eyes dark and desperate. “tell me you don’t want me.”

you wanted to lie.

you wanted to say something that would make this easier.

but you couldn’t.

because you wanted him. more than anything.

your lips parted, but nothing came out. you felt the sting of tears at the back of your eyes.

kai let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “that’s what i thought.”

he stood up, gathering his clothes in silence. you watched him, your chest aching with the realization that this was it. he was walking away.

and you were letting him.

the door clicked shut behind him, and the moment he was gone, the tears spilled over.

because he was right.

you did love him.

and now, you were losing him.

the next day at school, you felt it before you even saw him.

the shift. the absence.

hueningkai had always been there—whether it was his lingering touches, his teasing remarks, or the way his gaze always, always found yours, no matter where you were in a room.

but today, he was gone.

not physically, of course. he was right there, sitting with the rest of your friends at your usual table during lunch, laughing at something beomgyu had said. his eyes crinkled at the corners, dimples appearing just as they always did.

but when you sat down across from him, he didn’t look at you.

not once.

your stomach twisted.

you tried to brush it off, to tell yourself you were imagining it, but then soobin made some joke about your shared psychology class, and for the first time in forever, kai didn’t chime in with a teasing remark. he just kept eating, expression blank.

it was so fucking unfair.

just last night, he had been inside you, his body tangled with yours, his voice whispering words into your skin that you had been too much of a coward to return.

but today?

today, he was acting as if none of it had ever happened.

as if he had never held you.

as if he had never loved you.

you felt daniela nudge your foot under the table, giving you a questioning look. you knew she could tell something was off. you were sure the others could too.

still, no one said anything.

no one except beomgyu, who had never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

“kai, you good?” he raised an eyebrow. “you’re kinda quiet today.”

“i’m fine.” kai’s response was immediate, and when he finally glanced up from his food, it was at beomgyu. not you.

you hated how much it hurt.

hated how easily he was pretending you didn’t exist.

a bitter laugh almost bubbled up your throat.

so this was how it was going to be.

fine.

if this was how he wanted to play it, then you weren’t going to beg. you weren’t going to crumble under the weight of your own mistake—not in front of him, not in front of everyone.

so you lifted your chin, plastered on a neutral expression, and acted like you didn’t care.

like he hadn’t held you the night before and made you feel things you weren’t ready to name.

like you hadn’t broken his heart, and in doing so, broken your own.

after school you had found him by the soccer field.

practice had already ended, the rest of the team scattered across the field, collecting their things or joking around near the bleachers. kai stood by the fence, tying his cleats, his posture relaxed—too relaxed for someone who had spent the entire day pretending you didn’t exist.

your heart was hammering in your chest, but you refused to let it show.

you marched straight up to him, stopping just close enough that he had no choice but to acknowledge you. but he didn’t. not at first.

“kai.”

nothing.

he finished tying his shoe, straightened up, and slung his bag over his shoulder. still not looking at you.

“kai, what the fuck?” your voice was sharp now, frustration breaking through. “you’re really gonna act like you weren’t inside me less than twenty-four hours ago?”

that got his attention.

his jaw clenched, his grip on his bag tightening. finally, he turned to face you, and the look in his eyes made your stomach drop.

it was cold. indifferent.

like you were just another person to him.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” he said, voice flat.

you almost laughed. almost screamed.

“oh, i don’t know,” you shot back. “maybe something about how you’ve been ignoring me all fucking day?”

kai exhaled harshly, running a hand through his damp hair. “i wasn’t ignoring you.”

you scoffed. “you didn’t say a single word to me. you didn’t even look at me.”

silence stretched between you. the sounds of the field—laughter, distant shouts—felt muted, irrelevant. it was just the two of you, standing in the wreckage of what you had done.

kai’s gaze hardened. “what did you expect, huh?” his voice was sharper now, edged with something you couldn’t quite place. “you made yourself clear last night. you don’t want to be with me. so what, you want me to just act like everything’s fine? like i’m fine?”

your throat tightened. “kai—”

“no,” he cut you off, stepping closer, his eyes burning into yours. “you can’t have it both ways. you can’t keep me at a distance. you can’t keep doing this to me, to us.”

us.

your heart clenched at the word.

“kai, i—” your voice cracked, and for the first time, you let the truth slip through the cracks. “i’m scared.”

his expression flickered—just for a second. but then, he let out a bitter laugh.

“you think i’m not?” his voice was quieter now, raw and vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache. “you think i don’t know that this could ruin everything? that if we break, i might lose you completely?”

your breath hitched.

“that’s why i—” you swallowed, trying to hold yourself together. “that’s why i can’t do this. i can’t risk losing you.”

kai shook his head, looking at you like you didn’t get it. like you never would.

“you already have.”

and with that, he walked past you, leaving you standing there with nothing but the weight of your own cowardice.

“kai—”

your voice broke as you grabbed his arm, fingers trembling, eyes burning with the tears you refused to let fall.

he stiffened, but he didn’t pull away. not yet.

desperation clawed at your chest, suffocating, unbearable. you couldn’t let him leave—not like this, not when you could feel him slipping away for real this time.

so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

you kissed him.

you poured everything into it—the longing, the regret, the silent pleas you could never voice. your lips moved against his, familiar and desperate, like maybe if you kissed him hard enough, he’d forget the way you had hurt him. maybe if you kissed him like this, he’d understand that you were just scared, not indifferent.

for a moment—just a moment—he gave in.

his lips parted against yours, and you could feel the way he wanted to hold you, to melt into you the way he always did. his hands twitched at his sides, and for a second, you thought he’d pull you in the way he always did.

but then he didn’t.

instead, his hands pressed against your shoulders, firm but gentle, and he pushed you away.

not roughly. not angrily.

just… final.

when you opened your eyes, his were already on you—tired, resigned.

“no,” he whispered, shaking his head. “that’s not going to work anymore.”

your stomach dropped.

because you knew exactly what he meant.

it was over. not just the stolen kisses, not just the nights tangled together in sheets and whispered confessions that neither of you could say in the light of day.

you had lost him.

your lips parted, but no words came out.

kai exhaled, stepping back. “i love you,” he murmured. “but i can’t keep letting you do this to me.”

and then, without another word, he turned around and walked away.

this time, you didn’t stop him.

this time, he didn’t look back.

you stayed home from school the next day.

your alarm had gone off like usual, your phone buzzing with notifications from your friends asking where you were, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

you couldn’t bear the thought of walking into school and seeing him. seeing kai act like you didn’t exist. seeing him look at you with nothing but indifference like last night hadn’t happened, like you hadn’t kissed him out of sheer desperation, like he hadn’t pushed you away and told you no.

so you stayed in bed, curled up beneath the covers, replaying every single mistake you had made with him.

how long had you been lying to yourself? how long had you pretended that what you had with kai was something casual? that you could touch him, kiss him, let him whisper things to you in the dark, and somehow not fall completely, devastatingly in love with him?

you already have.

his words rang in your head, over and over, cutting into you like a blade.

you had already lost him. and the worst part?

you had no one to blame but yourself.

your phone buzzed again, vibrating on your nightstand. you reached for it with shaking hands, barely glancing at the screen before your heart clenched.

megan: you okay? you never miss school.

sophia: lmk if you wanna talk.

beomgyu: yo wtf where are you??

your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

because you weren’t okay.

and you weren’t sure you ever would be again.

you weren’t expecting anyone.

so when the soft knock on your bedroom door echoed through the quiet of your house, you almost didn’t answer. you had ignored every call, every text—what was one more knock?

but then—

“it’s me.”

soobin.

your breath hitched.

of course, it was him. if anyone was going to show up, it would be soobin. he had been one of your closest friends since childhood, the one person who could always see right through you, no matter how hard you tried to hide.

you hesitated before mumbling, “it’s open.”

the door creaked as he stepped inside, his tall frame nearly filling the space. his uniform tie was loosened, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and the second he saw you curled up in bed, his expression softened.

“you look like shit,” he said flatly.

you let out a weak laugh, wiping at your eyes. “yeah, well. i feel like shit, too.”

he sighed, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed. “i figured. you never miss school unless something’s really wrong.”

you stared down at your blanket, fingers clutching the fabric. “did… did anyone else notice?”

soobin hummed. “everyone did. sophia kept checking her phone, megan was worried. beomgyu was being annoying about it, but, you know, that’s just how he is.”

your stomach twisted. “and kai?”

soobin paused.

that was all the answer you needed.

you swallowed the lump in your throat and exhaled shakily. “so he really meant it, huh?”

soobin didn’t say anything for a moment, then—

“i don’t know what happened between you two,” he admitted, “but… yeah. he looked—different today.”

different.

you knew what he meant. you could picture it perfectly—kai laughing with the others, acting like he was fine, like you weren’t even a thought in his mind.

like you hadn’t been in his arms just two nights ago.

your chest ached.

“i think i really fucked up this time, soobin.”

he didn’t sugarcoat it. “yeah. you did.”

you let out a watery laugh. “wow, thanks.”

he nudged your leg with his knee. “i’m not saying it to be mean. i just—i don’t get why you kept pushing him away. you love him.”

your throat tightened. “i know.”

“so why didn’t you just let yourself be with him?”

“because,” you whispered, voice breaking, “if i lost him, i wouldn’t know how to handle it.”

soobin stared at you for a long moment, then shook his head.

“and now you lost him anyway.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, but it was useless—because the truth was already there, staring you in the face.

you had lost him. and it was all your fault.

you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

the weight of everything—the regret, the loss, the aching emptiness kai left behind—came crashing down all at once. a choked sob ripped from your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you broke.

soobin barely hesitated.

without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tight as you cried against his shoulder. his warmth, his familiar scent—everything about him felt safe, like the home you had known since childhood.

he didn’t say anything. he didn’t tell you to stop crying or that everything would be okay. he just let you fall apart, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back as you clung to him, sobs wracking your body.

“i—” your voice cracked. “i d-didn’t mean to hurt him—”

“i know,” he murmured. “i know.”

you fisted the fabric of his hoodie, struggling to breathe between your gasps. “b-but i did. i hurt him so bad, soobin.”

his grip on you tightened. “yeah,” he admitted quietly. “you did.”

a fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks.

“but you love him,” soobin continued, his voice softer now. “right?”

you squeezed your eyes shut. “i do.”

“then fix it.”

you swallowed hard, pulling back slightly to look at him. “what if it’s too late?”

soobin studied you for a moment, then sighed, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “then at least you’ll know you tried.”

you bit your lip, your chest still heaving from the crying, but the smallest flicker of something—hope?—bloomed deep inside you.

because soobin was right.

if you loved kai, you had to fix this.

before it really was too late.

you showed up to school the next day with dark circles under your eyes and the weight of yesterday still clinging to your chest, but none of that mattered.

you weren’t going to hesitate anymore.

you wanted kai. and this time, you were going to fight for him.

the hallways were bustling with students, voices overlapping as people rushed to their first classes. you barely heard any of it, your heart pounding as your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him.

then, you saw him.

kai was standing by his locker, talking to taehyun. he looked… normal. laughing at something taehyun said, his hands tucked into his pockets, his posture relaxed.

like he hadn’t spent months tangled up in you. like you hadn’t meant anything.

like he hadn’t broken you just two days ago.

your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to move. you weren’t going to run away this time.

kai noticed you before you reached him. his laughter died the second his gaze landed on you, his expression hardening. you could see the conflict flash across his face—the hesitation, the way his jaw clenched—but he turned back to taehyun, pretending you weren’t there.

fine. if he wasn’t going to acknowledge you, then you’d make him.

“hueningkai,” you called, your voice steady despite the way your heart slammed against your ribs.

taehyun glanced between you both, sensing the tension immediately. “uh… i’ll catch you later,” he muttered before walking off, leaving you alone with kai.

slowly, he turned to face you.

his eyes met yours, cold and distant, and for the first time in your life, kai looked at you like you were a stranger.

“what do you want?” his voice was flat. emotionless.

but you weren’t backing down.

“i need to talk to you,” you said, taking a step closer. “alone.”

kai scoffed, shaking his head. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

you swallowed. “please.”

he exhaled sharply, glancing away as if debating whether you were worth his time.

and then, after a long pause—

“fine.”

without another word, he turned and walked down the hall.

and you followed, your hands trembling at your sides.

this was it.

it was now or never.

you led him into an empty classroom, your palms sweating as you gripped the doorknob before shutting it behind you.

this room held memories—of late-night study sessions that turned into stolen kisses, of whispered conversations when no one else was around, of fingers intertwined under desks when you swore to each other that this was nothing serious.

kai stood near the desk where he had once pulled you into his lap, his arms crossed, jaw tight. his whole stance screamed indifference, but you knew him too well. you could see it—the way his fingers twitched, the way he avoided looking at you directly.

he was still hurting.

and it was because of you.

“what do you want?” he asked, voice clipped.

you took a shaky breath. “i’m sorry.”

he let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “for what, exactly?”

“for all of it,” you admitted. “for pushing you away. for pretending like this wasn’t real when it was the realest thing i’ve ever had.”

kai’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing. “you don’t get to do this now.”

you took a step closer. “i know. i know i should’ve figured this out sooner. i was scared, kai.”

he finally looked at you then, and it nearly knocked the air out of your lungs. his gaze wasn’t just cold—it was exhausted.

“i loved you,” he murmured, and your heart cracked. “i waited for you to stop running, to stop acting like this was just some game. i would’ve done anything for you. but you—” he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “you kept me at arm’s length, even when i was giving you all of me.”

your throat tightened. “i thought—” you swallowed. “i thought i would lose you if we made this real. but i lost you anyway.”

kai’s lips parted, and for a second, he looked just as broken as you felt.

you took another step forward.

“i don’t want to be scared anymore,” you whispered. “i don’t want to pretend like i don’t love you, because i do. i love you, kai.”

his breath hitched.

silence filled the room, thick with everything unspoken, everything you had been too afraid to say until now.

and then—

“say it again.” his voice was barely above a whisper.

you took his hands in yours, your fingers lacing together like they were always meant to be.

“i love you.”

his walls crumbled.

and then he kissed you.

this wasn’t like the other kisses—the desperate, fleeting ones in the dark, the ones you convinced yourselves meant nothing.

this was different. this was everything.

because this time, there was no hesitation.

you weren’t afraid anymore.

for the first time, you let yourself love kai the way you always wanted to.

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