#i want them to have a meal with each other

[extinctlesspains]

Hi could you do one where the salesman and the reader she would see him playing games with people on the subway.she asks to give it go when she loses she admits to not having money.she tells him he could slap her like the other people.he tells her to closes her eyes and he gives her a kiss on the lips instead.

𝑃𝑎𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 [𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛]

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.・。.・゜✭・

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟᴇsᴍᴀɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴜ��ɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ sᴜʙᴡᴀʏ ᴘᴀssᴇɴɢᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇs ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs sᴀʟᴇsᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sʟᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪss ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴄᴀʀᴅ ɪɴᴠɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ɢᴀᴍᴇ.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ɢᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ, ᴋɪssɪɴɢ, sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ.

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The subway cars sped through the tunnels, the fluorescent lights above flickering intermittently. You sat in one of the worn seats by the side, headphones in but no music playing, your mind wandering. It had been another rough day—your wallet was nearly empty, your rent overdue, and your stomach growled quietly in protest of your skipped meals.

Across the aisle, a commotion drew your attention. A man in a perfectly tailored gray suit sat with a briefcase on his lap, the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. He held two paper tiles—one red, one blue—and was flipping them against the tiled floor of the station, demonstrating some sort of game to an unlucky passenger.

"Flip it over," he encouraged, handing the other man a matching tile.

The stranger tried, snapping his wrist to make the paper land forcefully, but it didn’t budge the man’s tile. The suited man’s smirk grew. "That’s a loss."

The man hesitated, a nervous laugh escaping as he reached into his pocket for cash. The suited man waved his hand dismissively. "No money? Then pay in another way." Before the loser could ask what he meant, a loud smack echoed in the subway car as the suited man slapped him clean across the face. The man winced but laughed it off as he walked away, a red imprint blooming on his cheek.

Despite yourself, you leaned forward, curiosity sparking. Others in the subway glanced away, unwilling to engage, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. His grin widened when he noticed you watching.

"You want to try?" he called out, tilting his head slightly.

You froze, caught like a deer in headlights. His gaze was sharp, almost predatory, but there was an odd charm behind his smirk. Your heart thumped loudly as you stood up, crossing the aisle despite your better judgment.

"How does it work?" you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.

"It’s simple," he said, holding up the tiles. "If you can flip my tile with yours, you win. If not, you lose. Each round has a price—money, if you have it. If not…" He let the sentence hang, his smirk telling you exactly what the alternative was.

"I’ll try," you said.

The game began. He handed you the blue tile while he used the red. You lined up your shot, snapping the paper against the floor. It made a satisfying thwap but didn’t move his tile an inch.

"Your turn," he said, flipping the tile with practiced ease.

Round after round, he won. The frustration began to mount as you lost again and again, your tile barely grazing his. By the end, your palms were sweaty, and your confidence had vanished.

"Well," he said, leaning back against the subway wall, "that’s a lot of losses. How do you plan to pay?"

Your face flushed. You didn’t have a single coin to your name, let alone enough to cover all the rounds you’d just lost. Stammering, you admitted, "I… I don’t have any money."

His expression didn’t change, but his eyes seemed to glimmer with interest. "No money?"

"I-I can pay like the others," you blurted out, feeling ridiculous even as you said it. "You can slap me."

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you felt the stares of a few nearby passengers. You looked down, embarrassed, your fists clenched tightly at your sides.

Then, he laughed—a low, almost amused chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. "Slap you?" he echoed, as though the idea itself was absurd. He leaned closer, his voice softening. "Close your eyes."

You hesitated but obeyed, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the rumble of the train. You braced yourself for the sting of his palm against your cheek.

Instead, something warm and soft pressed against your lips.

Your eyes snapped open, and you found him inches from your face, his lips brushing against yours for just a second longer before he pulled back, his smirk more wicked than ever.

"Payment accepted," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You stared at him, completely stunned. Words failed you as your mind scrambled to process what had just happened.

He stood, smoothing the lapels of his suit as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Here," he said, slipping it into your hand.

You looked down at the card—a simple design with a circle, triangle, and square printed in bold black ink. "What is this?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"An invitation," he said, stepping past you toward the subway doors. As they opened, he glanced over his shoulder, his grin sharp and enigmatic. "Call the number when you’re ready to play a real game."

And with that, he disappeared into the station, leaving you clutching the card in your trembling hand, your lips still tingling from his kiss.

[berryfairyluvr]

hihi I loved the zayne princess treatment post could you do a sylus one as well please 🥹💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

sylus and his princess (queen) treatment

pairings: bf!sylus x fem!reader

warnings: none really, maybe minor mentions of some memories

a/n: thank you for the love and the request xx hope you enjoy <3

With a high bounty on his head Sylus has many enemies. Now having you as his beloved partner in this dangerous life (and all the ones before and after) your life has taken priority over his own. Despite your stubborn tendencies, he always has eyes on you ensuring your safety.

He not so slyly suggests you stay at his place 99% of the time as an answer to any of your complaints claiming he has 'this and that' but really it’s to keep you close by.

You insist on waiting up for him after his many late night outings much to his opposition. The lamps dim lighting catching his eye through the window each time he returns to find you cutely tucked into yourself sound asleep on the plush couch. He’d chuckle quietly and scoop you into his arms carrying you bridal style down the dark hallways to the bedroom.

You often complained about the coldness of his marble flooring even in socks. He’s made sure to have his staff keep you slippers in your most visited rooms ever since.

You thought his shower was huge before? He had it expanded and added multiple shower heads. When you asked why he responded with “Time is of the essence, now we can save it by showering together sweetie.”

He loves to accommodate you, adding a vanity to his bedroom, his and hers closet, shared armory access personalized just to your liking… The list goes on.

He’s discreetly possessive with his touches but it’s usually masked by his powerful demeanor. For instance, when the two of you are out he’s often guiding you on his arm or with his large hand splayed on the small of your back. At meals and meetings his hand finds its way to rest on your thigh.

He will not stand for any sign of disrespect towards you, those who haven’t learned that are met with something violently unpleasant. (Most times completely unbeknownst to you— Sylus makes sure you’re occupied)

You yap and he listens. Earnestly. And I mean undivided and devoted attention. He is so very fond of the way you light up like a child when speaking about your life.

His attention to detail is remarkable and he shows that in your everyday life. Whether it’s picking up on your favorite scent or noting what things make you relax more than others, he provides you with them as much as possible.

That travel magazine you’d been reading hadn’t gone unnoticed and to your surprise, he’d arranged for the two of you to escape reality and venture out for a vacation.

This man can compliment, and he can compliment goooood. He has no issue expressing his gratitude and respect for you through his words and oh boy is he good with his words.

Seeing you scared or fearful wounded him enough the first few times that it now melts him into a puddle at the first sign of worry from you.

this is his *please don’t be worried/upset* look

He doesn’t mind one bit helping you bathe and dress after a long day of work. He even brushes your hair.

Your words mean everything to him, he wants to hear it. (He praises you for it in return 🤭)

For all the excursions you often clung to him like a backpack atop his bike— he decided a spare motorcycle helmet just wouldn’t do for you anymore and had one made to match his.

His date at any and every auction, he revels in getting to flaunt you around all dolled up and on his arm. Some even say his demeanor changed since you began attending these events with him..

read zayne’s version here

requests open ❤︎

[fenharel-babe]

Hehehe finally getting to answering it >:))). I would LOVE to see YOUR ROOK🫵 @emmg AND EVERYONE ELSE TAGGED!!!

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them?

My Rook is Raven Mercar, and she is 30 (if I’m doing the math right from DAO—>DATV). Rook is pretty neutral about celebrating her birthday. She likes it but if people don’t remember she doesn’t make it a big deal. She does feel very loved and overly happy when people DO remember it. It will make her cry the first time.

Lucanis made her a childhood meal of hers that her parents used to make before they died from the Blight. He surprised her with it one evening for dinner and she sobbed. It was very important to her because it proved that he actually paid attention to what she said and remembered something so small about her. He remembered a MEAL her parents made, and she mentioned it in an off hand comment. It was a very emotional dinner, and she couldn’t have wished for anything else.

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

Raven was a slave during her early 20s (it’s a LOONG story) and her masters were…decent. They got her a tutor for her magic, gave her nice clothes, kept her healthy, but their guests were not the same. They were assholes and her masters never truly did anything. They scolded them, but never truly stopped them.

One day, Raven was weak from training so hard with her tutor the previous night. She was tired of having her tutor hit her knuckles with a ruler when she didn’t meet expectations so she pushed herself hard one night, and the next day a party was held. Raven was exhausted on her feet and felt a little sick, and the demands and how fast she has to work with other slaves was NOT good for her. At one point, she ran into one of the guests and ended up tripping and dropping a glass tray she had in her hands filled with items. Everything, as expected, broke and to make matters worse, Raven fell onto it face first. The glass stabbed and slashed her neck, but didn’t hit anything vital. The guest (and a few others around her) were demeaning her and saying how useless she was, and none helped her up or even called for a healer. She had to get up on her own, holding a hand to her neck, and rushed towards a healer that stayed in the home. It left scars on her neck and shoulder, long slashes is what they look like.

It wasn’t necessarily the most painful, but it was painful emotionally. She never felt so helpless and uncared for until that moment. No one helped her up or even cared if she was okay. She realized that night she had to get out or she would end up dead one day and no one would care.

🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved?

Raven and Lucanis rarely fight to be honest. The only thing that makes them angry at each other is when they lie about their feelings or aren’t honest. Both have been through shit, too scared to talk about it and ruin what they have, so they lie and say things along the lines of “I’m fine.” Lucanis gets upset/worried about Raven’s occasional people pleasing attitude and how she sometimes says “yes” too many times. She denies that she’s doing that at all, not wanting to realize she’s falling back to her slave habits, and it irritates Lucanis because babe. You don’t need to please people all the damn time. You’re your own person!!

The way their arguments/unsaid arguments are resolved when they sit down and talk. Sounds cliche and too simple, but it’s true. They sit down and talk about how they feel and why they do the things they do. They both say what they’ll do better, or will try to, and they try to give solutions to the problem to help them be better. They just wanna help each other be good and happy.

Raven may also have a bit or a problem with Lucanis just killing people easily (given how she only kills when necessary) but she doesn’t think much about it.

🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard?

Raven used to be good friends with Bloom Lavellan and Joseph Lavellan, who were the INQUISITORS!! She was born in Kirkwall and was there during some events of DA2. Bloom and Joseph were there (long story) and Bloom found Raven on the streets. Raven’s parents had died because of the blight and she couldn’t afford the house anymore, so she was forced out onto the streets. Bloom found her and helped her with her magic, basically being a teacher to her, and was all motherly to her. Until she was taken by slavers one night who also kidnapped Bloom. However, Bloom had gotten away and didn’t have time to save Raven or else they would both be caught…so she ran.

Raven felt betrayed and lost that connection to both of them. It’s how she becomes a slave in the first place. It comes back during DATV.

🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold?

It would be difficult for them to do it, BUT if one was ever to win in some universe, it would definitely be Fear. Raven is scared of being alone, being forced into slavery again, losing everyone she loves, and it’s why during the Fade Prison scene, she was so scared and almost willing to give up. She felt like everyone was gone…so why should she try anymore? Fear of being abandoned and not being loved is her biggest ones, so a demon making her feel that way or threatening her with that would definitely win.

🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end?

Raven was never romantically involved with anyone before Lucanis. She lived in Kirkwall with her parents, lived on the streets once they died of blight, had a teacher and lived okay for awhile, was taken by slavers and sold to live as a slave, and once she escaped her masters’ she lived on the streets of Minrathous and barely survived. She worried about what she would eat next, not some pretty boy she saw and spoke a few words to. It’s why she was very awkward with Lucanis and didn’t know how to flirt or truly know what Love was. It’s why it takes awhile for them to get together, but they make it work. Their matching awkwardness makes them fall for each other lol.

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

Like flour or something sweet since she LOVES pastries such as donuts, and a mix of coffee. She smells like a bakery honestly.

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

She would’ve gone to the Shadow Dragons hideout. These people saved her from the streets (literally barely surviving) and helped her mentally and emotionally and physically and any other way they can help. It feels safe there, at least until it was destroyed. Now she doesn’t know where to go and just hides in her room in the Lighthouse. If she was forced out of the lighthouse, she would go to that little fisher guy Neve brought her to once to buy food. He was sweet and she loved the sound of his voice and the food. Maybe if she ate and spoke to him about simple things she would feel better….

🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison?

It would be her parents. Her parents are dead, but she still tries to live up to what they would’ve wanted for her. If she heard them confront her and look at her with disappointment? She would sob, falling to her knees, and would just…be there for awhile. She wants them to be proud of her and still love her from beyond the grave.

If they mentioned how naive she was for trusting him and playing into Solas’s hands, she would sob and feel so much regret for doing anything. She would eventually break out of it, but if she saw them??? It would haunt her.

🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater)

She doesn’t really have any big fears other than HUGE bugs or being trapped. Being trapped underwater in any way freaks her out, being trapped in a room freaks her out. She just CAN’T STAND being trapped. She already was when she was a slave, so she fears falling back into that. She needs freedom, not entrapment.

🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments?

Her only near death experience was when she was 27 and lived on the streets after escaping her previous masters. She had lived on the street for 2 years now, and it was bad. She was sick, her hygiene was terrible, she had gotten hurt from being caught trying to steal food, and she was laying in an alleyway. She believed if she fell asleep, she would never wake up again. She was so sure and just kept thinking of her parents. Would she see them again? Did she even deserve to see them again? Her thoughts weren’t really straight since she was hurt and her health was declining. She was just so tired.

But before she could die, a shadow dragon found her and brought her to the hideout. They got a healer to her immediately and she was saved.

💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like?

Raven’s relationship was very close. She was dependent on them heavily and cared for them since they cared for her. When she was sent away she was heartbroken, though a part of her understood. It felt like when she was taken away from home in Kirkwall all over again, but she knew it was different. They only sent her away as a last resort, she knew that. She was lonely and scared being on her own again, but the people taught her to be careful and how to be on the street if necessary. She would live to see them again, she would make sure of it.

🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food)

Since she was taken from Kirkwall, she didn’t have anything big to look back on. The only thing she had was the memory of a dish her parents made for any celebration. It was her favorite and she remembered the recipe and whenever she was really hungry, she swears she could taste it.

She would help her parents make it and it was always a sweet moment for the whole family. It’s why Lucanis makes it for her once she tells him what it is, because he knows it’s very important to her.

🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish?

Raven got a small snake tattoo on her wrist. It’s wrapping around her wrist and all the way to a finger. It’s a simple snake, and its eyes match her eye color and its body is red and black. It is always a constant reminder of the group that saved her and how she will always be a part of it. Even if she doesn’t have the clothes or anything else, she has the tattoo. And it’s enough for her.

The moment she got it was emotional. She knew she had people always with her and would help her if she needed it. She had an organization backing her up, so she wouldn’t truly be alone again. If she wasn’t with them, then she would have this tattoo to always carry them with her.

🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

Raven killed someone when she was living on the streets in Minrathous. It was a slave catcher and he was after her. She was trained in magic, yes, but she still had outbursts at times and if she was panicked, the magic would react. She was cornered in an alley, the man had a whip and was so close to getting her, so she cast a spell. She didn’t know what it was till it happened. It was a fireball to him, and it was strong. He burned to death in front of her eyes, and it was terrifying. She felt like a monster, but at the same time she felt a bit of…joy at seeing him dead. He wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else.

It’s what really scared her. The fact she cared but also didn’t care that he was dead. It still is a battle in her mind whenever she kills someone.

Woe! Rook ask game be upon ye!

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them? 🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred? 🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved? 🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard? 🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold? 🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end? 🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say? 🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse? 🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison? 🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater) 🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments? 💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like? 🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food) 🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish? 🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

[accio-victuuri]

010225: LRLG submission 🔴🟢

what a great way to start the year! a very long submission from lrlg! yaaaay!!!!! let me start with the last part of the post which is a message from lrlg.

It's been a long time since we last met. Isn't it a bit too long? All the work in 2024 is completed. We have entered a new year. Let's meet more often. Happy New Year!

i’m crying!!!! it’s been so long!!!!!

i will try and include as much as i can — especially one that have candy potential. the first part is bobo talking to his team and it’s a long convo but the important part is this:

staff: “How come when I went to the store to look at it, there were men’s rings?”

🟢: "I don't know. I can't go to the store."

🟢: "You can choose a pendant. There are many styles of pendants."

staff: "Only the dragon tablet and nothing else”

🟢 “Buy gold and strike it yourself”

staff:"It's too much trouble"

staff:"Just go with the gold bars and styles."

staff:“Buy ready-made”

HAHAHAHAHAHA IM CACKLING AT YIBO. Why are you like this. His staff has it hard. Why do you wanna make them hand made the gold jewelry you want???? and is this for XZ? part of the new year gift?

🟢 "Good, the only purpose is safety first"

🟢 "Absolutely"

🟢 “The express delivery has been waiting for several days.”

🟢 "It was sent by xx. If you don't go back, I'll find someone to pick it up."

🟢 "good"

the next two paragraphs are convos between wyb and his staff again. they are talking about wyb having enough time to go home ( probably spend time with xz ). then another convo about accessories.

🟢: "What did you order?"

🔴: The food I ordered hasn't arrived yet."

🟢 "I'm hungry."

Staff: "It'll probably be ten minutes. Sorry it's late."

🔴 "You're so busy. You're abusing your employees."

🟢 "Ah? Ask her."

Staff "Sorry I watched the game late"

🟢 "It's okay, I was hungry early"

🔴: "Table Tennis"

Staff "You watch it too"

🔴 "Well, mainly you are playing it out loud"

Staff "Ah, hold on to a little bit"

🟢 "Have you ordered any fruit"

🔴 "You have a big heart, dare to watch the live broadcast"

"Hey"

Staff "Then we must be on the same frequency, order fruit slices"

🟢 "I am your boss, right?"

Staff "But he is your boss"

🟢 "Okay, okay"

the next part is them finally getting their orders! HAHAHAHAHA! they ordered too much and WYB was telling his staff that when he finishes filming he will give them some time off.

Staff: "xx is here, why don't you go and take a look first?"

🟢 "Okay, you go first"

🔴 "Take a few bites of this"

🟢 "I'll come back to eat"

🔴 "Hey, there's no onion"

🟢 Chew chew chew "delicious"

🔴 "You're born in the year of the dog"

🟢 😨

🔴 "My gloves have been bitten through"

🔴 "It's so bad"

🟢 "There's water in the cabinet. I'll roll it for you when I get back. You guys eat first."

Staff "I still have two new ones."

OMGGGG they are feeding each other! and yes XZ he is a puppy! Your puppy!!!! 🥹🥹🥹😂😂😂

the next paragraphs is when WYB has already left and XZ is left with the staff. it makes me feel things that XZ is so familiar with WYB’s staff. they are truly a team that he can even joke with them. you can tell the familiarity.

Staff "I'll treat you guys to a good meal tonight"

🔴 "I'll charge you a lot"

Staff "Hey, the boss isn't here?"

Staff "XX is here"

and they are talking about a watch that was sent.

🟢 "Why aren't you eating yet?"

🔴 "It's only five minutes, you should be back in fifteen minutes."

🟢 "I grabbed the cantaloupe, it's sweet."

Staff How come yours is already cut? I just took two pieces."

🟢 "XX has already cut ones, you didn't get them

Staff "They just cut it. Do I dare to take it?"

🔴 "It's cold whether you eat it or not"

🟢 "Wash your hands"

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🔴 "Is it so difficult to eat a meal?"

🟢 "Didn't I ask you to eat first?"

🟢 "Oh, then it's no different from eating at home"

🔴 "You're the one who said all the words"

🟢 "Why are you cursing?"

🔴 "Which word did I use to curse?"

🟢 "You cursed in a very civilized way"

🔴 "The sauce is too salty"

🟢 "Good God"

LOL they never change with the bickering! and how they go back to talking as usual after.

——

🟢 Let Brother X take you there this afternoon"

🔴 "No need for XX"

🟢 "What did you buy?"

🔴 "There are dogs all over your pants"

🟢 "Are you a little dog now?"

🔴 "Yes, you are a little pig dog"

🟢 👊🏻

🔴 "Hey, how can you be so disrespectful?"

🔴 "Why do I feel that this sauce is different from what I ate before?"

Staff "Salty and sweet"

🟢 Change the chef"

🔴 "Hiss"

🟢 "I'll pick you up in the afternoon"

🔴 "No need, I don't know what time I'll be back"

🟢 "Call me when you're done"

the last part is labeled as a funny story among WYB and his staff

🟢 "Who ate the spicy noodles?"

Staff “Everyone in the room ate them."

Staff "Too spicy, that spicy strips they bought online"

Staff "xx had a nosebleed after eating it"

🟢 "Let me taste it"

Staff "Don't eat it, I ate a small piece and now my stomach is on fire"

🟢 "Medical insurance can't be used anymore, this is how it is"

😂😂😂😂 anyway, WYB! Don’t eat that spicy thing!!!!

-END.

i am not authorized to translate the entire thing but these are the ones that stood out and included xz and wyb interaction! this is such a simple part of their life but that’s how it is. i’m glad they get to spend time together. the question is, when was this. lol. this post as you may have noticed is more on the translation and a tiny bit of commentary from me. i will do a longer reaction and crying post later. 🫶🏼

in the meantime, enjoy ^^

[alwaysonthemend]

A/N: Happy belated new years, everyone! I hope each of you had a wonderful holiday season. Apologies for this being a day later than intended – I hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you for sticking with me even though I've been MIA lately <3

(and if you saw me accidently post this last night... no you didn't)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / minors dni / typos, probably / cussing / unrequited love (but not really) / p in v sex / unprotected sex / fluffy smut / jake being amazing

Word Count: 7k

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There was really no one to blame but yourself. 

No matter how many times you had tried to logic your way out of this being your fault… well. You always came back to the same conclusion. This was entirely, irrevocably, and utterly your own fault. 

Holidays have never been the easiest for you – seasonal depression coupled with a healthy dose of loneliness has never been a mixture that makes the Christmas season particularly enjoyable for you. Not that you weren’t learning to be okay with being single; not at all. In fact, you would much rather be alone than settle for someone who doesn’t treat you right. But something about the holidays just seems to make all that hurt and loneliness more powerful than usual. 

Christmas day had been alright – you had spent the day with a few loved ones and exchanged gifts and shared a meal. Looking forward to seeing the people closest to you had been what got you through the dreary, cold days leading up to Christmas. But now that the day has come and gone, now that you’re stuck in the weird in-between of Christmas and New Years, you find yourself particularly lonely. 

So, when you had received an invite to a company New Years party, you had been less than thrilled at the thought of spending another New Year with nosy coworkers who cared more about getting to know someone for gossip than actual friendship. You were even less thrilled at the prospect of yet another New Year of being single. In fact, you’d been quite content with skipping the event entirely, but you’d made the mistake of mentioning the affair to your best friend Jake, who had been helping you with some home renovations the week before. He had promptly scolded you for being a spoilsport, insisting on an alternative way to spend your New Years Eve. 

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“I don’t want to go alone.” 

Jake grins and rolls his eyes playfully at you. “So dramatic. Just come with me to my family’s get together, then.”

“Oh Lord no.” You exclaim. “That’s even worse! I don’t know most of them, other than Josh. I can’t just invite myself to a family function.”

“You’re not.” Jake quips, plopping down beside you on your sofa. “I’m inviting you to my family function.”

“Absolutely not.” 

Jake looks at you unimpressed, narrowing his eyes the way he does when he’s thinking. “There’s only one alternative, then.” Jake continues to stare, waiting for you to ask what he means. When you don’t give him the bait he’s looking for, he continues on anyway. “I come to your office party with you, then.”

“How is that the only alternative? I do my thing, you do your family thing. That’s the alternative.” You can feel yourself growing frustrated the longer this argument goes on – Jake may mean well, but he’s like a dog with a bone sometimes and just doesn’t seem to know when to quit… and right now seems to be one of those times. You don’t want to go to someone’s else’s family function; you don’t want to go to a stupid office party – let alone by yourself; you would much rather just be alone at home. 

“I can’t let you spend New Year's Eve at a shitty office party or alone here. That would make me the worst best friend ever.” Jake leans backwards onto the sofa, dramatically tossing his head back to rest on the back of the couch. “Besides, it’s in the contract.”

“Jake, nothing is in that damn contract. You made it up.” The Best Friends Contract was something that he had announced was in existence a few years ago in order to explain away his reasoning for always paying for your food when the two of you hang out. “The Best Friend Contract states that a good best friend must never turn down being paid for when the other is more than happy to cover.” You’d called bullshit on the first utterance but it has unfortunately stuck as his go to excuse for anything he did that you tried to argue with him about. 

“Don’t you disrespect the contract like that.” He reaches up and pinches a bit of your hair at the ends with his fingers and tugs a little. “It clearly states in the contract that a best friend never lets the other spend New Years Eve alone.” He tugs again just to be a little shit and then grins widely at you. “I don’t make the rules, sweetheart.”

“Yes, you literally do.” You swat his hand away from your hair, fighting back a smile of your own. “And besides, even if you did show up at my office party, it would end up being awkward.”

“Elaborate.” He demands, reaching up to mess with your hair again and then pouting when you smack his hand away for the second time.

“You know how nosy my coworkers are. They’ll all be asking all night if we’re dating and I’ll have to explain: no, he’s not my boyfriend; no, he’s just my best friend; and yes, he’s a guy and yes, he’s still my best friend.” You huff dramatically – you’ve dealt with it all before with him at parties or events where people can’t seem to understand that a man and a woman can be best friends without it meaning more. “It’ll be awkward and annoying for everyone involved, Jake.”

“So we pretend.” He replies simply, shrugging as if it’s an obvious conclusion. “Just say we’re together and no one will be the wiser.”

“Jake… how on Earth do you think that will be less awkward?”

He just shrugs in answer, still grinning like an idiot at you. “It’ll be fun. Like a game.” He leans in closer, his grin turning a little wicked. “Unless you're scared.” 

“Of what?” You demand, trying to ignore the way your stomach feels like it’s doing back flips when he looks at you like that. 

“Dunno.” He leans back, looking completely innocent again. “You tell me.”

You sigh, knowing that he’s already won. “Fine.” 

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The thing is, you don’t know his siblings or the rest of his extended family very well, but you know how much Jake loves them. So why on Earth would he rather come with you as a fake boyfriend to a shitty office party instead of spending time with them? You’d asked him as much… demanded, even, why on Earth he wanted to skip spending the night with his family. He just smiled at you like he’d been doing for the entire stupid argument and said it was in the contract – a best friend never lets the other spend New Years Eve alone, even if it means pretending to be a significant other.  

So here you are, waiting anxiously for him to come pick you up. You had chosen a long dress for the occasion – just a little too tight in certain areas that you normally don’t like to draw attention to, but it was a little too late now to find something else. You’d styled your hair the way you normally do, though you had added a little more makeup than usual and a glossy lip to top off the look. You’ve been ready for the better part of an hour now since you always tend to start getting ready early when you’re nervous. 

I have no reason to be nervous, you keep telling yourself, it’s just Jake. But that last part is exactly why you’re nervous. You still have no idea why he’s so willing to do this for you – why he’s content with being a fake date at an office party where he doesn’t know anyone instead of spending a fun night partying with his family. Not to mention, the thought alone of Jake in a nice suit makes butterflies erupt in your tummy.

What if he’s only doing this out of pity? What if he’s miserable the whole time? What if it’s awkward pretending to be together and he regrets ever agreeing to this? What if-

The questions swirl through your mind at such a constant rate that you’re quite sure you may vomit from the nerves before he ever even arrives. You’re moments from texting him and calling off the whole thing but then comes the knock at the door – and you know that he’s the only person it could be. 

Steeling yourself and resolving to act like a big girl, you rise up from your seat on the sofa and open the front door. 

“Wow.” The word slips from your lips without your brain being able to fully process, yet you can’t think of anything else to say. Jake has always been attractive – going from being a cute young man when you first met to the handsome one standing before you right now. The all black outfit suits him; black always does. His hair is freshly washed, the ends delicately curling against his shoulders. His usual necklaces adorn his neck, with a few extra bracelets and rings added to the ones he usually wears. 

Chocolate eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles, his head tilting just barely to the left as he regards you. “I hope that was a good “wow” and not a bad one.” He glances down, a tiny hint of shyness to the action. 

“No. It-” you clear your throat, “it was a good “wow.” You look very handsome.” You’re quick to recover, mentally shaking yourself. 

“And you look wonderful.” His eyes give you a once over, making you feel both emboldened by your choice of dress and slightly embarrassed. “I’m a very lucky man to have you as my fake girlfriend.”

The joke breaks the slight awkwardness of the moment and you laugh softly. He’s always been good at that. 

“And I’m a lucky fake girlfriend.” You grab your bag from the hook on the wall and step out into the chilly night with him. He hovers beside you as you lock your door, and then the two of you walk side by side to the warmth of his waiting car. 

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Your pulse is racing as you and Jake enter your office building. It only gets faster still as the two of you get onto the elevator. 

“Nervous?” Jake asks as you press the button for the correct floor. The doors closing feels like a curtain call of doom.

“A little.” You shrug, but Jake’s concern for you is written all over his face. “Some of my coworkers can just be a lot.” You explain, hoping that will be enough explanation for him and he won’t go digging further into your other fears for tonight. 

“I’ll just use my natural boyish charm.” Jake grins and loops his arm with yours as the elevator dings. 

“Boyish? You’re almost 30.”

Jake gasps dramatically and then tugs you off the elevator and towards the party that’s already been started for a good 30 minutes. One of the TVs on the wall has been turned to a countdown for midnight. You recognize many of the guests, though there are several that you don’t – likely other people’s plus ones that you’re sure they’ve been dying to show off. Though there’s one woman that stands out… the one woman that you absolutely didn’t want to see tonight. 

“Who are you death staring at?” Jake murmurs into your ear, startling you a little. When did he move that close? 

“Her name’s Jess. And she’s a stuck up bitch.”

“Woah.” Jake's eyes widen at your harsh words and looks back towards her, his eyes giving her a once over. “She’s definitely, um..” Her dress is skin tight and short, barely covering anything. Big hair and high stilettos makes it so that she sticks out like a sore thumb. “She’s definitely got a style.” 

You giggle a little at his attempt to be nice – in all the time you’ve known him, you can’t think of a single time when he’s ever insulted a woman’s appearance or choice of dress, even when it’s totally warranted. 

“Aaand she’s walking over here.” Jake supplies, making you scowl at him. 

“Yeah, I fuckin’ noticed.” You say lowly, clenching your teeth in what you hope is a convincing smile. “Jess! Hey.”

She smiles widely at you, flashing her overly white teeth. “Y/n! I didn’t think you would show tonight.” Her perfume is so strong you’re pretty sure you’re already getting a headache by the time she makes it to you. You begin to explain that Jake wanted to come but she’s quick to interrupt you as soon as her eyes land on him. 

“Well it’s certainly lovely to meet you.” She purrs, stepping closer to him and practically turning her back to you. “I’m Jess.” She extends her hand, which Jake shakes just barely before dropping it again. 

“Jake. It’s nice to meet you as well.” His smile is tight, mostly forced, but she either doesn’t care or is too stupid to notice. 

“Now tell me how you managed to snag this handsome young man, Y/n?”

Already your heart rate is starting to pick up, anger and hurt at her apparent disbelief that you’re dating him making you want to reach up and rip her obnoxious strip lashes off her eyes. Even though it’s the truth, your brain not-so-kindly reminds you. 

“Well, I-”

“We’ve been friends for years.” Jake interrupts you, taking a side step closer to hook his arm with yours once again. “Naturally, I fell in love with her the very first time I met her.” Those chocolate eyes find yours, a comforting warmth in them that instantly makes you feel better. “But I only recently managed to work up the nerve to ask her out.” 

His tone is sickeningly love-struck, so believable that you have to stop yourself from openly staring at him in shock as he speaks. You find yourself nodding along, more than happy to play along that you’re both in love with each other. 

“Of course, I had feelings for him the whole time, too.” You squeeze his arm a little. “Just never thought he felt the same. Turns out we were both oblivious.”

“But here we are.” Jake turns to look at you again as he speaks, those warm eyes making you feel all melty and gooey inside. 

“Here we are.”

Jess, for her part, manages to seem utterly crestfallen as the two of you speak, as if she had known Jake for years and been in love with him, too. Eventually, she turns her nose up in the way she does when she feels offended and plasters a saccharine smile onto her painted lips. “Well how sweet is that?” She asks, though gives no time for either of you to speak further. “Well, there’s still plenty of people for me to see tonight so you two enjoy yourselves.”

She’s gone before either of you can reply, disappearing and leaving nothing but the smell of her sweet perfume. 

“See?” Jake asks, tugging you towards the refreshments. “Not so bad.”

“Sure.” You scowl but gratefully take the cup of punch that he offers you. 

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A few other coworkers come to say hello, with the two of you giving the same performance each time you get asked how the two of you met. It gets easier, and each time it happens you can almost picture the story that the two of you weave – Jake shyly admitting he’s been in love with you, you declaring you love him back, you kiss, happily ever after, blah blah blah. It’s too easy to imagine and you find yourself wishing that you were anywhere but here with anyone but him. 

Jake glances towards you, probably noticing that you’re standing there as stiff as a board, trying to look romantic and in-love while sipping punch like it’s a secret weapon against the sheer discomfort you’re feeling. 

“Hey,” he nudges your shoulder with his, “at least try to look like you’re enjoying yourself.” 

You turn to look at him, rolling your eyes at the teasing grin that awaits you. “I don’t know how you’re doing this. This is a nightmare.”

“It’s not so bad. It’s funny watching people try to act like they’re nicer than they are.” Your heart warms a little – Jake very rarely ever complains, no matter how shitty a situation, so of course tonight is no different. His suit is a little wrinkled now from almost an hour of milling about and mingling, and his tie slightly askew in a way that’s almost charming, but also makes you want to reach up and fix it. You hate that you notice things like that about him. “Besides,” he continues, taking a sip of his own punch, “you have plenty of practice with being around these people. You should be used to it.”

You snort at him. “Yeah, well, there’s a difference between working with people and pretending that we’re, you know, in love around them.”

Jake laughs a little. “I think you were doing just fine. But our little charade has become a bit lackluster.” He grins a little, the mischievous one that he does when he’s up to nothing good. “Maybe we could work on a kiss or something. You know, really sell it.”

Your eyes widen as you choke on your punch. “I– what?”

“Okay, maybe not a kiss.” Jake adds on quickly after your reaction. “But we’re barely convincing anyone right now. You look like you’re getting ready to ask me about the office coffee order, not like you want to whisk me away for a midnight kiss.”

Okay, so maybe he’s a little right on that one. You glance around, trying to think of anything other than kissing Jake, when your eyes land on the makeshift dance floor. 

“Come dance with me.” 

“Um.” Jake answers eloquently, “I don’t dance. You know that.”

“Actually,” you begin, already tugging him forward by the arm, “I’m pretty sure that it’s in the contract that you have to dance with me.” Jake opens his mouth to say something but you speak before he can. “And don’t say it’s not. You make shit up about the contract all the time. It’s my turn.”

Jake groans. “Fine.” He mutters, scowling at you as you tug him through the people who are already dancing with their significant others. It’s only 11 minutes to midnight now according to the countdown so you figure everyone is gearing up for the big New Year’s kiss. “But only for you.”

Your stomach does stupid little somersaults when he says that but you ignore them. The room had been filled with the chatter of voices but as soon as you press closer to Jake they grow silent, as if the world beyond the two of you completely disappears. Jake stands awkwardly, his hands hovering just barely above your waist, unsure of where to land. His gaze maps out every inch of your face except your eyes and a tiny blush dusts his cheeks. 

“Are you blushing?” 

Jake scoffs, his palms finally settling fully onto your hips. “No, I’m not blushing.” He stage whispers at you, though you’re pretty sure no one is paying enough attention to have heard him. “I’m nervous. I don’t dance.”

Although you feel equally as flustered – probably more so than Jake, you feel oddly at ease this close to him. You choose not to examine that feeling too deeply at the moment. “I can tell…” you tease, taking one of his hands off your waist with your own. “We hold hands with this one.”

“Oh.” He mutters softly, his gaze flickering to your shoes. He offers his hand for you to take, looking as if he was offering a fragile gift. 

Hyper-aware of every minute rise and fall of his chest with each breath and every flutter of your own heart, you take his hand. “Right.” You answer, smiling a little at him, noticing every single detail – of his warm fingers, of their roughness, of how perfect his hand feels in yours. 

The music shifts to something a little more lively as the countdown hits 7 minutes now, though you and Jake have yet to actually start dancing.

“So, um…” You begin softly, trying to fill the silence that is quickly becoming awkward. “I guess we just… move around a little?”

Jake’s eyes find yours, comedically widened and you can’t help but laugh at the fact that this is what finally has broken his cool demeanor. 

“Right. Moving. Moving is good.” Jake’s voice is a little higher than normal and it makes you feel better about your own nerves. “We can, uh, move.”

“You lead.” You remind him, starting to move slowly back and forth with him. “Right? You’re the guy.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He answers dryly, making you giggle. 5 minutes to midnight. “I thought you were the one who knew how to do this…”

“I do!” You answer, a bit more enthusiastic than you’d meant. “I mean, I do know how to dance. But I’m not… you know, leading.”

He takes a breath, his hand sliding down a fraction to hover over your lower back. You stiffen for just a second before your body relaxes into the contact. “Okay. Leading. I got this,” Jake mutters, his voice carrying an unexpected determination.

Your movements start out a little awkward and timid, but soon the two of you find rhythm with each other, the nerves melting away bit by bit until it feels as if the rest of the world grows muffled – the two of you in your own little universe. 

“Not so bad, right?” You ask him, glancing up into those chocolate eyes of his and trying not to get lost in them. 

“Nah. Not bad.” He smiles at you, then glances at the countdown on the wall. “Three minutes.” 

You nod, your mind suddenly filling with thoughts of what this would feel like if it was real… what it would feel like to kiss him to bring in the new year. It makes your chest squeeze to think about so you say instead, “Thanks again for coming with me to this. I don’t know why you did it… but thank you.”

“Told you… the contract.” He grins but it softens after a moment. “But really, I’d rather be with you, anyway.” 

His answer gives you pause. He doesn’t mean… right? Surely he doesn’t mean anything other than that he just enjoys your company as friends. You want so desperately to believe that it could be more. “I feel the same.” You reply quietly. “I mean that- that I would much rather be with you, too. Even at a stupid New Year’s party.”

Jake smiles, a tiny huff of laughter escaping him. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your face, smell his cologne. His eyes lock with yours and you can’t do anything but stare back. “Speaking of New Years.” His eyes cut to the countdown and then back to you. 

Everyone around you begins to count down from ten, their voices blending together – becoming muffled as you once again lose yourself in his gaze. 

9…. 

He wouldn’t be here tonight unless he really wanted to be. 

8…

He chose to be here. 

7…

With you. 

6…

His hand tightens its grip on yours.

5…

Your heart is pounding – so loud it’s like a drum pounding in your ears. 

4… 

The damn contract… years of wanting him. 

3…

God damn it, you’re tired of being afraid and he doesn’t move at all when you lean in. 

2…

His eyes flicker to your lips. Fuck it. 

1..!

Your lips hit his cheek as he turns his head at the very last second. Stunned, you pull backwards, whipping your hand from his. He looks just as surprised as you do – perhaps even more so. For a moment, neither of you move. The people around you cheer, their excited movements blurring as everything around you moves in slow motion. 

“Y/n, I-” Jake cuts himself off as you shake your head, taking a step back from him. Then another. The shame and embarrassment hits all at once, stealing your breath. “Y/n, wait-”

“No!” You shake your head again, walking backwards from him even further. “I- I can’t-” The words won’t come. Nothing you say could ever fix this. Letting instinct take over, you do the only thing you can think of – you turn and run. 

People complain and shoot glares as you shove through them, though you pay no mind to anything except getting as far away as possible from him. Distantly, you can hear him call your name again but you don’t look back. The elevator doors open and you practically throw yourself into it, pressing the close button over and over again as you see Jake making his own way through the crowd. In what you can only imagine is an act of pity from the universe, the doors close before he makes it. 

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You manage to hold the tears in until you reach the dark street outside. Fireworks boom in the distance and you can still hear the excited chatter and whoops from inside. The hot tears burn as they run down your face, no doubt ruining your makeup. You must look a mess, but you don’t care. You glance around at the deserted street. He drove. You don’t have a car. But you can’t spend another second with him. 

“Y/n!” The building doors slam open and out he comes, his eyes wild and frantically scanning around until he sees you. “Y/n, please!”

You take off running down the pavement. Well… you take off running the best you can in the heels that you had spent so much time picking out because you wanted to impress him. Like a fucking idiot, you think bitterly. 

You barely make it 15 feet before his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you backwards and stopping you from going further. He looks so upset, so affected that you almost fall for it. Almost. “What?” You bite out, tugging uselessly at his grip. 

“Y/n… please. Give me just one fucking minute to explain.” His voice sounds just as wrecked as he looks. 

“There’s nothing to explain. It was a stupid mistake. I don’t- I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

“Just one minute.” He begs and you feel your resolve crumbling. Of course it does. It’s him. 

You nod. “One minute.”

“I—” His voice breaks, cracking under the weight of his own panic. He runs a hand through his hair – the way he does when he’s stressed or upset. “I don’t know how to—god, I’m just—I don’t know how to say this.”

“I’m an idiot. And I—I’m in love with you,” he blurts out, the words tumbling out in a rush, like they’ve been stuck in his throat for years and now that they’re coming out too fast to control. “I know it—god, I don’t know why I never said it before. I don’t know how to… to keep pretending I’m just your friend when every time you laugh, or make a stupid joke, or chew on your lip when you’re thinking… it kills me because you’re my best friend and I’m not supposed to love you. But I can’t stop it. I can’t. I’m just—fuck, I’m in love with you.”

What feels like millions of emotions and thoughts hit you all at once, each one slipping away before you can pull a coherent thought together. “Then why… why did you do that?” Confusion, hurt, doubt – each one digging its fingers into the little tiny seed of hope in your chest and throttling it before it can form. 

“Because I’m an idiot.” He stresses again, his fingers tightening on your wrist. Without even thinking, you step closer to him, as if your own body is betraying you. “Because I’m scared of fucking this up or of losing you and I can’t-” he rubs his palm over his face with his free hand, his expression scrunching up in frustration. “I didn’t know what it meant. I’d made that stupid joke about us kissing and… and when I realized what was happening I panicked.” The chocolate of his eyes is dimmed, glazed over now with unshed tears. “I was afraid that maybe it didn’t mean anything. And I couldn’t- I wouldn’t survive kissing you and it not meaning anything.”

“But it did!” You insist, finally breaking free from his grasp. “It meant everything.” You wrap your arms around yourself, the chilled breeze finally starting to get to you now that you’re standing still.

“I know. I knew it as soon as I saw your face after and I knew that I’d fucked it up. I knew I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life because it would have meant everything to me, too.” His hands drop defeatedly at his sides, shoulders hanging low – the perfect picture of a man heartbroken. “Let me make it right.” The words are more of a plea, his eyes so sad that you want to reach out and comfort him. “Tell me I can make it right.”

There’s a part of you that wants to keep hiding it forever, to keep burying it deep in your chest where it can’t hurt you. But the louder part of you is tired of waiting, tired of burying it, tired of being afraid. 

“I forgive you,” you take a step towards him, closing the gap that had felt like it stretched out for miles, “and I understand why. And I- I love you, too.”

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips find yours at last, his hands finding your hips and guiding you closer to him. You can feel the heat of his skin, the heavy rise and fall of his chest. You can taste the fruity punch from earlier on his tongue, coupled with the taste of him. And you want more of it – more of everything. You want to touch every inch of his skin in the way you’ve always wanted but never been allowed. 

He pulls away after what could have been minutes, hours… you can’t tell. All you can focus on is the feeling of him. “I will spend a lifetime making up for what I did to you tonight.” He murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “I will spend a lifetime making sure that I never see that look on your face ever again – by my own actions or someone else’s.”

“A lifetime?” You ask, loving the feeling of the word on your tongue. A lifetime. A lifetime of him, said so simply – as if he cannot fathom any other ending after this. 

“Two lifetimes,” he continues, “three, even. As many as it takes.” His grin turns a little wicked. “Starting with tonight?” 

The sudden wave of desire that hits you almost makes you dizzy – you feel yourself nodding, you feel the heat rising from between your thighs and spreading throughout your body like a wildfire. Years of waiting, of wanting. And now you have him. “Take me home, Jake.” 

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Your heart is pounding as the two of you tumble through the front door of Jake’s home, both sets of hands exploring each other as his tongue explores your mouth. The ride here is hazy, nothing but a blur as Jake kicks the front door shut behind you. You’ve been to his house plenty of times before so you pay it no mind as Jake starts leading you further into the house and towards the stairs, knowing that his bedroom lies waiting for the two of you upstairs. 

You both stumble at the top of the landing, nearly falling over and making you giggle. Jake grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards his room. He kicks that door shut, too – and then he’s on you once more, gently pushing you back to the wall. His body cages you in, the feel him pressed so closely making you feel weak in the knees. 

“Is this okay?” He asks lowly, his fingers delicately tracing your skin at the tops of your thighs, just barely dipping underneath your dress. Compared to the kiss the two of you just shared, it’s an innocent action, but it feels even more overwhelming because it’s him doing it. At your nod, Jake’s hands continue to explore, his rough fingertips moving higher up and hooking in the elastic band of your panties. “And this?” You nod again and he tugs them down your legs and you step out of them. “Tell me what you want.” Chocolate eyes, almost black, lock onto yours. 

“I want you.” You answer him, finding yourself just as breathless as a teenager during her first time. 

“As much as I’ve dreamt of hearing that,” he murmurs, “more specific.”

You feel your cheeks grow hot, the words that want to spill out seeming crude in such a delicate moment. But the unbridled want in his eyes makes you say them anyway. “I want you to fuck me.” 

He growls a little, a deep rumble in his chest, at that. His hands find your waist and he guides you away from the wall, gently pushing you to the bed. The edge of the mattress presses into the backs of your knees and he guides you to sit. 

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” He answers, sinking down to his knees on the floor in front of you. Deft fingers wrap around your ankle as he lifts your foot slightly and begins to undo the straps of your heels. “But I won’t be doing that tonight.” He lifts your other foot and you glance down at him in confusion. “There’s a million things I want to do to you,” he continues, both shoes now off and placed neatly by the nightstand. “Kiss you, taste you,” he rises, stepping between your parted thighs, “but I won’t be fucking you. I don’t want to do that to you tonight. Ask me what I want to do to you.” He demands softly. 

“What,” you can’t help but stare at him, your heart beating so fast you fear it may burst from your chest, “do you want to do to me?”

He grins like a kid in a candy store. “I want to make love to you.” He slips his fingers beneath the straps of your dress and slides them down off your shoulders. “Is that okay?” 

Lifting your hips as he helps you out of the dress, you nod. “More than okay.” Summoning every ounce of bravery you have, you reach out and slide his jacket off his shoulders. It falls to the ground alongside your dress. You grab his tie and haul him closer, crashing your lips to his. Frantically, you help him undo the buttons of his shirt, then his slacks, leaving both of you in nothing but his boxers.

“Let me look at you a minute.” He breaks the kiss and pushes you backwards onto the bed. You do your best attempt at scooching backwards in what you hope is a graceful, sexy way, but he pays it no mind. His eyes roam your skin, lingering on your bare breasts, then down to your exposed pussy. You want to cover yourself, to hide yourself away from his piercing gaze but he stops you from moving away with his palms settling on your knees. “Don’t do that,” he whispers, spreading your thighs further, “don’t hide from me. You’re perfect. Stunning.” 

Jake lowers himself between your legs, his arms hooking under your thighs and pulling you closer to him. His eyes lift to yours. “Let me taste you? Please?” He begs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

It’s the “please” that gets you, slick dripping out of you even more. You nod your head. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then the other side. Then a little higher. Hips squirming, you mutter his name. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing.” Another kiss, this one closer to where you want him, but still too far. “I’m taking my time. I want to remember every second.” 

Finally, his tongue laps against your aching clit and you cry out, one hand fisting in the sheets and the other reaching down to tangle in his hair. Jake moans against you, his eyes closing in concentration as he circles your clit, toying with you, seeing what movements make you squirm the most. His brows furrow as he dips lower, his tongue pressing just barely into your entrance before swiping back upwards to your clit. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever done before – he’s unlike anyone you’ve ever had before. He’s paying attention, finding what makes you tick and using it to coax the warmth in your lower belly to spread. 

You feel yourself arching upwards, grinding your soaked pussy against his mouth. He groans into your heat, two fingers now prodding at your entrance as his tongue never lets up. His fingers press in deeper, stretching you out as you climb higher and higher to a peak that you know you won’t return from. Cracking your eyes open, you peak down at him again, and you can barely stand the sight that awaits there. His eyes are still closed, his brows drawn together with determination. His mouth attached to your clit and his fingers hidden inside you, curling so deliciously. But what really gets you – the final nail in the coffin that sends you so deep into pleasure you fear you’ll never return, is the way his hips grind desperately into the mattress, as if the very act of bringing you pleasure has rendered him unable to wait for his own. 

“Jake, I’m gonna come.” You warn him, and he only nods his head in answer, his tongue working harder and his fingers faster at your broken warning. Your orgasm is a steady build, starting deep in your belly and working its way outwards, engulfing every nerve-ending with white hot pleasure. Distantly, you hear him moan as your thighs tighten around his face, as your walls clench around his fingers. 

Your body is trembling when he finally pulls away, his fingers then instantly being brought to his mouth. He sits up, his eyes closing again as he licks your release from them before they open again and find your dark gaze. He gives you a lazy grin, his chest and face flushed. “I knew you’d taste sweet.” He tells you, climbing his way upwards towards you to kiss you. You can taste yourself on him and you already want more of him. 

“I need you inside me.” You demand, your hands mapping out every inch of his skin that you can reach before hooking in the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down. 

Every inch of him is just as perfect as you’d imagined it to be. A perfect length and mouth-wateringly thick. His swollen head is flushed and glistening with precum. Slightly bashful, he leans down and kisses you again. 

You reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around him. He draws back and whines, his body going tense as you work him a little, smearing his precum over his throbbing length. “Fuck, Y/n.” He mutters, placing his forearms on either side of you. After a few pumps, you guide him between your legs, lining him up with your entrance. He starts to press in slowly, his lips wrapping around your left nipple and sucking softly as he sheaths himself inside of you. Both of you cry out softly, your quiet, panting breaths mingling with the other’s. He fills you perfectly, the stretch so delicious you never want to be without him inside you again. “You feel…” He never finishes, instead moving over to suckle at your other breast. 

“Move, baby.” You beg and he instantly obeys you, drawing out from you and then pushing back in, his pace slow but pointed and powerful. Your hands grip his shoulders, sliding down to hold tightly at his biceps as he rocks into you. 

He pulls away from your tit to look down at you, his pupils so wide his eyes look black. The bed frame creaks with each powerful thrust of his hips. “I won’t last with you looking at me like that,” he murmurs, seizing his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” You fight to keep your eyes from fluttering shut – you want to see his face, to see the way it contorts and twists in pleasure. 

“You feel even better.” He brings his thumb up to your lips, dragging it across your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth. You suckle at it, moaning around it. He moans too, then pulls the digit from between your lips and drops his hand to rub your swollen clit in time with his thrusts. “Need you to come first, angel. Wanna feel you squeeze around my cock.” 

You can feel your second orgasm building, your body starting to tremble as he starts to move faster, his cock twitching inside of you as you both near the edge. His lips part, desperate little groans filling the air between you as he fights back his own release. “Please, baby.” He urges, and that’s all it takes. The band inside your belly finally snaps, your vision going white around the edges as your orgasm rocks through you. He thrusts into you frantically, working you through your release before pulling out of you, ropes of hot cum painting your lower belly as he finishes. 

Both of you are left panting, the meaning of what just happened and the weight of what’s been confessed tonight settling over the two of you like a weighted blanket. 

“I love you,” Jake offers, pressing his lips to yours for another kiss, “and I’ll keep kissing you as many times a day as you’ll let me to make up for the one I didn’t give you at midnight.” 

You can’t help but grin up at him, already knowing that no one could ever hold a candle to the man who’s gazing down at you with nothing but reverence in his eyes. “I love you, too.” 

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[goatgoatgoat7778]

I swear I draw more than rainworld stuff, this is just somehow the only stuff that ends up getting posted! I probably outta start posting sketches and stuff to balance things out lol. 

Not to mention that this isn't even the original direction I was gonna take with Scratch. I was going to have him form a bond with an iterator who was studying slugcat language. Originally the iterator would help him out of pity (and to study his language), but would later realize he's kind of a gluttonous jerk and would only work with him begrudgingly to further their studies. I might still do something with that, but chronologically it takes place before this story. Oh well. Non-chronological story-telling just makes it more artsy or something lmao

Anyway, story:

Warnings: painful hunger, Scratch questions whether he’s a good person and it might be kinda heavy? idk, he's going through a redemption arc

Wake never thought that the first slugcat he’d end up bunking with would be such an ass. 

 He tried his best to be courteous when they first met! The edible flora in the region had been scarce the past few cycles and it seemed the other slugcat (Scratch, as he would later introduce himself) had been hit by the famine, given the audible rumbling coming from his stomach as he fixated on the large centipede at Wake’s feet. His stomach gave a groan to remind him that he’d also been affected by the famine, but he stifled it with a hand as he offered to share his meal. It had been a long time since he had company, and Wake was more than happy to eat a smaller portion if it meant making a friend. Surely, he thought, that such an act could only lead to friendship.

Scratch apparently didn’t view the exchange in quite the same light. Instead of sharing, he demanded Wake give him the whole centipede, so the breaking of bread turned into a tug-of-war which escalated into a full on wrestling match. They broke it up when it started to rain, knowing they only had a few moments to get to shelter before it grew dangerously heavy.

It was clear that Scratch wasn’t as acquainted with the area as Wake, and though Wake was mad about the fight, he wouldn’t dare leave a slugcat to die. He grabbed Scratch’s hand and pulled him beneath the water where the nearest shelter was. Usually it would be easy enough to swim down there, but the added weight of Scratch, who refused to so much as even kick his legs in assistance, and the massive centipede he refused to let go of, made the short trip feel like a high-intensity workout. 

Wake pulled them into the shelter. The automatic door slammed shut behind them and the excess water drained through the floor. Scratch took a few gasping breaths and shook himself off while Wake flopped onto his back, muscles burning from the unexpected exercise. The only thing he wanted to do was stuff himself with centipede and take a long nap. But Scratch had other plans. Which is to say, Scratch had the exact same plan.

Before Wake could even process what was happening, Scratch ate the entire centipede by himself, leaving nothing but the hard inedible shells behind. He then nestled himself in the opposite corner of the shelter, giving no acknowledgement to Wake for either the meal or saving his life. Absolutely ungrateful!

Now, Scratch was fast asleep while Wake jealously watched his large belly grumble contently. Wake rolled over onto his back, and rested one hand on his horribly empty stomach. He swore he could feel it devouring the excess fat on his belly in real time, each rumble further hollowing out the space between his ribs. It wasn’t the first time he’d been through a starvation cycle, but it had been quite a while since the last time he had and he really wasn’t used to it.

Another deep growl erupted and he found himself a bit embarrassed about the noise but secretly hoping the noise would wake Scratch up. If he had to go without food, it was only fair that Scratch should go without sleep. It was petty, but an eye for an eye was enticing when you lost yours first.

For the time being, all he could do was imagine the closest places to get food from the shelter as he waited for sleep to take him. Maybe the flora would be grown by the time the shelter opened back up- otherwise he could go for something meaty and filling. Bubble fruit, glow weed, jellyfish, lizards… or a centipede even bigger and juicier than the one from before, all to himself. The thought caused a twinge in his stomach, and suddenly a loud groan emerged from his middle, echoing through his empty digestive tract and rumbling from his rib cage down to his navel. He quickly pressed his hands into his stomach to stifle the noise. Now this was just ridiculous! 

Scratch’s stomach was constantly noisy due to his ever-present hunger, and he was able to tune it out for the most part- but when the growling got to a certain volume, he knew he had to listen. He rolled over onto his side, his large stomach stretched out in front of him. He propped his head up with one hand and rubbed his stomach with the other, as that seemed to be the only way to calm it down while waiting for the shelter’s doors to unlock. Though weirdly he felt full, at least full enough to where his stomach shouldn’t be making such a loud and hollow growl like the one that just woke him up.

He rubbed his eyes and peered into the darkness.When he saw the slugcat next to him, pressing his hands into his stomach as it shook beneath him, he finally recalled the events that led them there. His adversary, he remembered, had been quite thin during their first interaction, but he looked even thinner now. Deep in the back of his mind, for the first time, a twinge of guilt manifested itself. Surely such a thin slugcat needed that centipede more than Scratch did, yet he tried to share with Scratch anyways. And then he saved Scratch’s life, only for Scratch to repay him by gorging himself and leaving nothing behind. Okay, so maybe Scratch messed up. In fact, maybe it’s not the first time he had messed up. There wasn’t much he could do about it now, but at least he could try to make it up to Wake.

What’s that thing called when you say something to someone so they get over a bad thing you did? It started with an “a” I think… apple? appal, aplo, abe, aps….  I can’t remember! I’ll figure it out later.

Scratch sat himself next to Wake, who looked at him with those unusual pupiled eyes. “You seem hungry,” he said, still racking his brain for that forsaken word.

Wake furrowed his eyebrows. Another growl tore through his stomach as he curled his body in to stifle it. “Go figure.”

“Okay look, I should have shared the centipede or whatever. I feel like… bad about it.” Scratch rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as his more complex thoughts struggled to manifest themselves as words. 

 If he was being truly honest with himself, would the seed of guilt be able to sprout through his words so that Wake could see it? Or would it be even more clear to him how selfish Scratch was, manipulating Wake into showing him forgiveness and tacit permission to continue his self-serving lifestyle? Scratch always avoided thinking too hard about whether he was a “decent” person and he certainly avoided talking about it. If he confined them in his brain, they were just transient thoughts with no real weight to them. But if he said them out loud, they would become real, something that could become part of the consciousness of others and something to be validated. He knew others wouldn’t look at him favorably if he said what he was thinking. He kept this thought inside, too.

  Hunger was much easier for him to understand; it’s that gnawing in your stomach that feels like a black hole pulling in energy and fat and muscle from the body, refusing to quit even in the absence of food. This black hole also pulled the thoughts from his head. Anything that wasn’t related to his hunger, or satiating it, was dragged into the event horizon until the singularity at the pit of his stomach churning the thoughts into an aching nothingness, and forcing Scratch’s attention on his innate need for food. It was a simple, predictable, and necessary cycle, but he didn’t know how to balance that with overindulgence. At some point, the black hole of his stomach became a supermassive black hole and he, an obsessive astrophysicist.

It had been a long time since the instinct of satiating oneself was overshadowed by another- the instinct to take care of one’s own. At the end of the day, he would do what he instinctively felt like doing, regardless of whether he could justify it or not (and for once, he could).

“I don’t have food but I could try to help with… y’know.” He gestured to Wake’s stomach as it lurched hungrily. “Making it a bit more tolerable until the rain stops.”

Wake blinked, his expression softening. He was never one to hold a grudge, especially when his curiosity was piqued. “How?”

Scratch reached over and placed a hand on Wake’s stomach, gently circling it as the riotous gut rumbled against the pressure, somehow even louder than it was before. It was soft and cool, and Scratch could feel Wake tensing his ab muscles before his stomach let out another groan. “It won’t help if you don’t relax. Your stomach will growl whether you want it to or not, so there’s no use trying to hide it.”

Wake let out a long breath as he let his muscles loosen. Scratch was clearly very good at tending to tumultuous tummies; he seemed to know exactly where to rub to ease the pressure where his stomach twisted in its fruitless effort to devour the various foods Wake had been imagining. His eyes closed as the wave of hunger began to die down but they fluttered open when he felt Scratch move from rubbing his stomach to rubbing his cheeks and running his fingers through his feathery gills. 

“I was just curious to see how they felt,” he explained as he pulled his arms back and lied back down. “Goodnight, I guess.” 

Wake, not quite wanting the affection to stop but not going to push it, mumbled, “can you get closer? You’re warm.”

“Sure,” Scratch replied, scooting until his back was resting against Wake’s front. Wake wrapped his arms around him and rested his cheek against his shoulder. Scratch wasn’t sure if Wake was fully cognizant of what he was doing or if he was always this touchy-feely with other slugcats. But as certain as he was that he would wake up hungry in the morning, he was certain of one thing; hugs feel nice.

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

"It's you we should be worried about here, if you see more of my memories. Monsters and demons I have faced. Supernatural horrors are part of my life and profession on the Path, I was raised and prepared to face them, as you were not. There are contracts over the past century I've taken that I would sooner you not see, stuff of nightmares. To say nothing of encounters with people... some not much better than demons."

Eskel's low, grim voice reasoned to her in return, while silently appreciating her intent, her concern for him even when it should have been for herself, under these circumstances. His past was not nearly as important as her life and the present situation. Though she certainly had enough troubles as it were without adding the things he had seen to that list. A century's worth of horrors, that she might view any or all of... not something he would wish on most folk to experience for themselves, least of all her. And not merely his experiences with the supernatural. Suppose she experienced his and Geralt's week long Trial of the Grasses together, in the dark underground of Kaer Morhen, strapped down to Sad Albert. The thought nearly made him shudder. No, as much as he too wanted to fully spend the evening with her intimately, he supposed there was too much risk, as yet. After further considering, remaining where he was sitting beside her, drawing his hand back from her dark strands of hair, the Witcher inclined his head, leaving the matter for her to decide upon.

"It's up to you. Either way, it's too late in the evening and cold out to go travelling to the school. Decent ways away yet. We don't have to do anything, touch each other, but you should eat all the same. Get your strength back, and some rest. I'll go fetch our meals now, if you wish. Anything you want in particular?"

@rhaenaofmyr

@wanderingwolfwitcher [as discussed]

She clutches the cloak tighter about her frame, drawing the hood up over her head to at least try to keep the snow out of her eyes.

Rhaena had thought she would grow used to the chills that winters on The Continent brought. It had been near four years since she had fled from Westeros, where she had been condemned to a life of poverty in King’s Landing. She’d had no clue where she would end up when she stole away into the belly of a merchant ship, and it would seem that had the crew- she would later learn that their original destination had been Essos, but wild storms had sent them adrift and now here she was.

She’d traversed her way through this strange new world, eventually settling in a small village close to the mountains of Kaedwen. Of course, without a coin to her name, she had had to find work quickly, but the village’s pleasure house had employed her the moment they had laid eyes upon her. It was not something she particularly enjoyed, but it earned her enough to purchase a small homestead on the outskirts of the village.

The storm had set in as she was returning home and quickly, she had lost her bearings in the blizzard. She’d ended up in the forest that circled the village, entirely blind to the true way home. She paused for a moment, dark eyes casting this way and that to look for something familiar. But so thick was the snow that she could scarcely see her hand in front of her face. And she did not see the creature until it had knocked her to the ground, sharp claws pressing into her chest as it pins her down. All she can see now is teeth, growing ever closer as it leans down to take the death bite-

Suddenly, she hears the swing of the sword through the icy air, the thud of the creatures head as it lands close to hers, and feels the warm spray of blood across her face. Eyes remain shut for several moments before she slowly opens them, gaze falling upon the man in the dark red cloak, who stands above her.

Eyes wide with fear, she scrambles to her feet. Beneath the hood, she can make out yellow eyes and a large scar that marrs his face. She’s seen him around the village from time to time- she cannot recall his name, but she knows he is one of the elusive Witchers who spend their winters nearby.

“Th-thank you, Ser…” she says with as much bravery as she can muster, words heavily accented. “Forgive me but…I have no coin for you…”

[llonelygoddess]

can i request some yandere!robb stark?

Yandere Robb Stark

Robb Stark always had the capacity for yandere behavior but never a strong enough connection to anyone to really explore it. He's had flings here and there but nothing that fed his soul or gave him any fulfillment. I picture him finding his darling during The War of the Five Kings after a failed marriage arrangement with the Frey's and the murder of Talissa at the Red Wedding.

You were a low born nobleman's child from the north that volunteered to provide aid to soldiers. After Robb barely escapes the Red Wedding with half his men, you nurse him back to health on the harsh road back to Winterfell.

Broken and nearly defeated, Robb questions if he should be leading anyone at all. But you, a fiercely loyal Northerner with an affinity for handsome broken men, set him straight. You remind him who he is, what's at stake, and the lives still willing to risk it all for what he stands for.

After months of travel and many late night chats Robb Stark has a newfound spark for life and its all for because of you.

Once you all make it back to Winterfell Robb is immediately in planning mode. Not only for how to get back at the Frey's while doing his duties as Lord of Winterfell, but also how to keep you by his side forever.

He insists that you stay as one of his advisors, a move that confuses everyone but you. Those late night talks were filled with whispers of what life would be like once you both got home. When you express your disappointment in having to go back home to White Harbor, he wastes no time assuring you that you'd always have a home with him in Winterfell.

You're moved into the castle right away and it doesn't take long to realize you were as close to Robb's room as you could get.

Before he'd start to court you, he'd be expecting you to spend almost every waking hour by his side giving him advice and company. When not in meetings or watching him train, he'd find time to take you on walks through the Godswood or share a meal together. It's his way of keeping you safe during this time of war and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being the center of your attention.

Truly, he's worried someone as brilliant and beautiful as you would be quickly snatched up in a cold place like his home. He can't bare the thought of you with someone else, and trains extra hard on the days the image of you being taken away lingers in his mind.

The routine you fall into with Robb was thrilling but it was exhausting keeping your true feelings to yourself. You knew it was best that way though, the King in the North had more important affairs than the feelings of a low born noble. You settled with writing your affections down on a few parchment pieces and burning them after they piled up in secret.

Unbeknownst to you, Robb's yandere tendencies develop into sneaking into your room when you were away. At first it's simply to make sure your living quarters are up to his standard and comfortable ( he wanted to feel close to you) but when he saw your dirty clothes pile the secret pervert in him couldn't resist. It became a normal part of his routine, waiting late till you bathe to sneak into your room and switch out the clothes he had with new dirty ones.

But one night he finds himself standing in the middle of your room with pages of your love for him detailed out in your perfect handwriting. It doesn't even matter if he can read it properly, he sees his name next to words like "love" and "marriage" and everything else blurs. This is destiny in his eyes, and he'll see it fulfilled.

When you finally come back to the room his eyes are tearing and he's smiling like an idiot. You were mortified at first, being half naked and having your personal thoughts read by your King, but before you could ask what he was doing he has you in his arms whispering like a mad man the details of how he fell in love with you like sweet nothings.

That first night you discover your love for each other you have to stop him from immediately moving you into his bedroom. He's ready to go all in with you but you know strategically and for both of your reputations it's best to hold off until the war is over. More than anything you'd like to keep him and your territory safe.

But let me tell you, once that man has a ring on your finger and declares his love and devotion to you in the Godswood it's OVERRRR. He's moving you into your now shared room, getting you handmaidens to keep you company, assigning 2 personal guards to you when he's not around, and ceasing your duties as his advisor. The last one may have started a few arguments but ultimately as his spouse your responsibilities now lie with the people of Winterfell. ( What he doesn't tell you is he caught some of his bannermen leaders staring at your ass during council meetings and almost killed them...Theon advised otherwise)

His possessiveness just barely lessens after you get married. He doesn't see a need to be so overtly possessive when he trusts you... and your personal guards that report to him. You rarely leave Winterfell as is and no one would dare come onto the King in the North's beloved.

[neysaadept]

Seriously, y'all. This chapter is pissing me off. I'm just having a hard time with this conversation and scene with brats Whitlock and Emily. I'm not sure if I'm hitting the inevitable block or this is just shit.

Scene below of an entire chapter that is making me aggravated after the snippet I showed you that was great.

This feels so fucking stilted and just barf

“What’re you doing?” she asks and then a sense of concern bubbles forth that you can’t control.

“Wait. Are you at the office?” you say, partly accusing.

“No. I’m actually home.”

“I’m glad to hear that despite Armageddon coming.”

“Funny.” Her tone was sarcastic and amused. “But what’re you doing? I hear the water going.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve deduced you’re on speaker.”

“Indeed.”

“Kinda need both hands to cook.”

“Wait. You’re cooking?” she can’t hide her shock, and it makes you frown.

“Why is that so surprising?” you ask, taking the green beans from the strainer to the pan waiting for them. It wasn’t hot yet, unlike the steak pan that you wanted smoking hot.

“Well, I suppose it isn’t. I just didn’t know you can cook.”

You hum thoughtfully and take the ribeye out of the wrappings and place it on the cutting board to trim. It was a lot for one person, but you were making a few meals out of this for work, too. “We don’t know a lot about each other yet so everything's going to be new, and maybe a surprise because of preconceived notions. For instance, can you cook?”

She laughs. “A little ... well, no. Not really. I know some basics and a couple of dishes Dave’s taught me. But left to my own devices? I’ll just burn everything.”

You chuckle. “And now I know why you live on takeout.”

[sirhamburrger]

got any grapes? (m. bachira x reader new year's fic)

>> in which your boyfriend really, really wants to try the spanish tradition of eating twelve grapes in twelve seconds at midnight on new year's day >> tags/cw: reader's gender unspecified, established relationship, they live in barcelona, spain, together in adulthood, bachira is just a silly little guy >> wc: 600 >> a/n: first fic of the new year and first time writing for my sweet bachira :) happy new year and have a great 2025 everyone <3

meguru bachira would say he’s a man of tradition. every new year’s eve, he has toshikoshi soba to cut out all the bad luck of the past year. he has a nice dinner with his mother as they watch the countdown on tv, and he visits the local shrine for hatsumode bright and early on january first.

that hasn’t changed one bit, not after he’s settled down in barcelona with you as his partner. he still has toshikoshi soba with you - the two of you make it together on new year’s eve, and even though it doesn’t taste as good as his mother’s, it still feels like home and good fortune. you video call his mother from your phone for two meals - one for yu’s dinner, eight hours ahead of yours, and one for your own dinner. and he still does his new year’s prayers - though his hometown shrine is 6500 miles away.

but with a new country comes new traditions, and meguru is determined to try them out. 

that’s how you end up filming him standing before the digital clock in the sitting room, with six grapes in each hand. you try to hold back your laughter at his determined expression. 

“are you sure you wanna do this, meguru?”

“when in spain, do as the spaniards do!” (he didn’t exactly have to change the quote, but oh well. you get what he means.) “call it cultural immersion.”

“call it a choking hazard,” you reply dryly. he only shrugs confidently, and in a way, you’re not all that worried. he’s done other crazier things you didn’t even think humanly possible.

it’s at this moment that the announcer on the tv playing in the background starts to count down from ten, and meguru double-checks that you’re filming. by now, it’s already the new year, and you can’t believe the first thing you’re doing in 2025 is watching your boyfriend stuff his face with fruit.

“you don’t have to do this, you know,” you say through a laugh, still holding your phone steady.

“too late to back out now!” he shoots back, flashing you that familiar grin. “start the timer, kronk!”

“don’t call me that!” but your mock-offended protest goes unheard as the first grape disappears into his mouth with ease. so does the second. you bite your lip to keep from laughing at the way his cheeks puff up slightly.

three down in three seconds - so far so good. but then you notice the beginnings of panic in his eyes.

“meguru…”

he waves you off with his free hand, already tackling grape number four. four becomes five, and five is suddenly eight. by grape ten, you can tell it’s getting tight in there.

“meguru, spit them out!”

he shakes his head stubbornly, because that’s just how he is. a mixture of worry and awe fills your gut.

“meguru!”

and at the very last second -

he dramatically chews and swallows, throwing his arms up in victory. 

“success!”

you can’t help but breathe a huge sigh of relief, shaking your head at his antics. “you’re unbelievable.”

“cultural immersion, baby,” he says, beaming.

“you’re lucky you didn’t choke.”

he steps closer, his grin softening into something tender. “but i didn’t.”

“still,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

he leans in, cupping your face with hands that are still a little sticky from the grapes. “happy new year, love,” he whispers.

and before you can respond, his lips are on yours - soft, warm, and filled with all the promise of the year ahead. it’s a messy, grape-flavored kiss, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hike of a Lifetime

Author’s Note: Set in the 2022 offseason after Justin’s labrum surgery in January 2023. Rewriting my first Justin fic is a full circle moment for me so I hope you like this one!

The last two hours of your life had been spent going over orders of Gatorade protein shakes, protein pack quick bites that usually contained some sort of cheese and sausage, various brands of Greek yogurt, apples, bananas, blueberries, granola bars and anything else you could think of to stock the weight room with while you were on vacation. You had been the head nutritionist for the UCLA men's basketball team for the last year, making customized, ever changing meal plans and consulting with the health care staff to enhance your athlete's performance to the best of your ability.

After the team's loss to Gonzaga in the NCAA tournament known as March Madness, you ran to Eugene, Oregon at the first opportunity you had to go see your sister Chloe. March up until this point was one busy day after another, truly living up to the name. Most days you didn't even feel like you got to sit down for more than 10 minutes at a time due to the constant travel and meetings you had to attend. So you took a week off and as soon as you closed your laptop today, you were going to enjoy being one with nature.

Chloe had moved to Eugene two years before you got your LA job, working as a team photographer for the University of Oregon's football team, allowing the two of you to see each other during conference play more often, which had done wonders for your relationship. It's one thing to be siblings but you could genuinely call her a friend now, which was both weird to say aloud, and nice.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Chloe steps into the living room, breaking you out of your vigorous typing. You look up and groan at the guilty look on her face. That was definitely an I have a work emergency and I’m going to be leaving you, look.

"No. You're not canceling on me. I got here two days ago and I have yet to really be outside. How am I supposed to enjoy some of the most beautiful scenery of my life if I'm stuck at the house the whole time? Does spring ball even matter anyway?"

Chloe laughs, heading into the kitchen to grab a snack. You'd recently lectured her about how although cereal is a grain, she can't consider it a food group and she needs to introduce more of a balanced variety in her diet. Unless she enjoys her daily 4pm sugar crash. She surprises you by pulling out a bowl of overnight oats from the fridge, with strawberries on top. After giving her your nod of approval, she gets back to the issue at hand. "Yes, spring ball matters. But I promise you it will not take me that long, I'll be back before you know it."

You huff out a breath, trying to come up with a solution. "What if you have one of your interns do it? Mine are really holding down the fort this week, I'm obviously working from home to help them out a little and I think you should do the same."

"Well our jobs are a little different. I can give them things to edit and post but I don't want to have to approve every single one of their photos and make sure they're featuring the right position groups and players based on a schedule that I created in my head. It'll just be easier if I'm there to walk them through it and then I can come home and we'll have a relaxing week until you have to be back in messy Hollywood."

"It's just Los Angeles, not Hollywood, genius. I still work at a university just like you do," you laugh at her exaggerated version of the place you now call home.

She rolls her eyes, stepping away from her food to grab her keys. "Same difference. It's all polluted air and earthquakes anyway."

Finally finished with your task, you stand up to snatch the keys out of her hand and lead the way to the garage. "Whatever, I'm in clean air now and would really like to be able to experience it. So I'll be dropping you off and getting to my hike."

You get out of the car and the sun immediately hits your skin, not in a way that’s intense but rejuvenating, bringing you back to life. The scent of early spring, mixed in with the sweet smell of freshly bloomed rhododendron sparks a further revival. The air really is different here. Life is more…undisturbed.

Families are getting out of their vehicles without a crushing sense of urgency that you’re used to, people are laughing and enjoying each other’s company and you’ve been to this park before so you feel somewhat comfortable navigating the terrain on your own, opting to quiet the sounds of the world by listening to a podcast during your leisurely stroll. Without even making it a mile on the trail, you spot a friendly black dog making his way over to you, nudging your leg with his wet nose, essentially demanding that you pet him. You usually probably wouldn’t have but the serene energy of the space you’re in brings it out of you.

“Well hello there, buddy. Who do you belong to?” You bent down to search for a name on his collar. “Dylan, that’s a cute name. Should we go find who you came here with before someone has a heart attack?” You laughed softly as the dog happily panted away and let you grab onto the leash. Before you could even take a step, you heard a booming voice calling out the dog’s name.

The distressed figure comes into view and lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh my gosh, thank you so much for grabbing him. I’m so sorry if he’s bothering you, I bent down to tie my shoe and this guy decided to make a break for it.”

“He’s taking advantage of the fact that you only have one good arm.” You point out, remembering the shoulder surgery announcement you saw in the LA Times. The man was probably getting used to having both arms again. “No worries, he’s sweet. And super friendly.” You handed him the leash and he thanked you again.

“I seriously owe you, my mom would’ve killed me if I lost our dog when I just got home.” He chuckles nervously. God his laugh was cute. “I’m sorry, I never got your name. I’m Justin.”

“I know.” You smile. “It’s nice to meet you though, I’m y/n. Hope you enjoy the rest of your hike.” You grabbed your AirPods and went to place them back in your ears to finish getting lost in your own little world once again before he stops you.

“Wait—maybe we could finish out the hike…together? You know, just so Dylan doesn’t take advantage of me again.” Maybe he was just being cautious because there was no way he was flirting with you…right?

Those green eyes were going to get you in trouble and you knew it. But you were on a beautiful scenic getaway and hiking with Justin Herbert wasn’t going to come around every single day.

“Let’s do it. Wouldn’t want you to hurt your shoulder even more chasing after Dylan. Bolt nation might collectively collapse if anything happens to you so I’m calling this a public service.”

He unsuccessfully tries to stifle a laugh. “What a Good Samaritan you are.”

Justin was funny. And sweet. And the most fun company you’ve had in a while. You talked about your job, the entire NCAA tournament and what you both thought about being in LA. Even though you both lived very different lives, it was filled with sports and schedules and meetings and practices and there were a lot of things to bond over. Before you knew it you’d been out there for three hours and Rachel texted you to let you know she was done and ready to resume your sisterly activities. He took a look at your deflated expression.

“Do you need to head out?”

“Yeah, unfortunately.” You whispered. “This was fun though.”

He readjusts the hat on his head. “Yeah this was great. Um, I meant what I said earlier though. I owe you.” He gestures towards the phone in your hands and you hand it to him watching him type in his number, texting himself immediately so he has yours.

“Maybe we could grab dinner or something before you head back to LA?” He states pensively, holding his breath a bit until you answer.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

The two of you head back to the parking lot and you give Dylan one more pat on the head. You look up to meet Justin’s gaze, shy smiles painting both of your faces. He walked you all the way to your car and waved goodbye as you drove away to meet Rachel.

While you waited all you could do was stare at your phone, Justin had given you his number and you had his. He’d put his actual contact information in your phone AND had asked you to go to dinner. None of this felt like real life, what kind of person stumbles upon an NFL quarterback on a normal hike?

“Why are you smiling like that? It scares me.” Chloe interrupts your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized she opened the door and got in the car. “Did that hike change your life or something?” She finished with a dry laugh.

“I’m not sure, but I think it may have…”

Rachel nods her head slowly, desperately hoping to understand what’s going on. “Yeah okay whatever. Let’s get some lunch because I am absolutely starving.”

You put the car in drive, your phone notifying you of a text from its spot on the dashboard car mount. Rachel grabs it and asks, “who the hell is Justin and why is he asking if you’re free tomorrow night?”

“Just some guy I met while hiking, no big deal,” you tried and failed to be nonchalant. She knew you way better than that.

“If it’s really no big deal then tell that to the gigantic smile on your face. You’re going on that date. I’m texting him back to let him know you’ll be free.”

All that Chloe knows is his name. The rest of it you decide to keep to yourself not only to respect his privacy but you want to keep this special thing for you and only you. In case this doesn’t go anywhere, you’ll always have the memory of today and whatever happens on Friday to look back on fondly. And by telling your sister you’re putting a little bit more pressure on it, like this has to become something. You don’t really know this guy yet, only the small tidbits that he shared on the walk and that his family dog’s name is Dylan, who would run away with any stranger if enough treats were offered.

There are so many things going through your mind as you change your outfit for the fourth time tonight. What if he thinks you’re boring? Or he’s boring? What happens if the two of you run out of things to say and you’re just sitting in the restaurant in awkward silence until someone decides to call it a night? Even worse, what if this is the best date you ever go on, you fall for him and then never hear from him again because he’s an NFL quarterback and you sometimes spend three hours a day planning out breakfast options for 18-22 year old basketball players.

You glanced in the mirror, slinging a tiny black purse over your shoulder with a subtle smirk on the way out the door at your final clothing choice. Chloe mentioned that the car outside being a super nice Porsche and you made something up about thinking that he worked in finance or a job closely related to that so she wouldn't keep digging for more information. All she followed up with was "have fun and be safe."

Ambrosia's staff walked you and Justin into the restaurant by the back entrance into a private room, which was the most abnormal part of the night. The rest of the evening was spent consuming seafood stuffed mushrooms, pasta and sharing a classic tiramisu, the best one you'd ever had in your life.

The nerves that once seeped through every pore were quickly replaced with what a vacation was supposed to feel like. Conversation flowed easily, there was no pressure to be perfect or funny or overly sexy. Justin was so…normal. He was pretty, not in a way that was intimidating because you really weren’t sure he realized how attractive he actually is. But pretty in a sense that everything about him made him more attractive. His ability to actively listen to the words you say and bring them back up when it’s relevant. The way his dimples are more pronounced when he laughs. The way he stops mid conversation to say thank you to the service staff every time they refill his water. There wasn’t a bone in his body that wasn’t filled with humility and kindness. Everything he did was gentle. And on top of all of that he paid without hesitation.This date truly had been a breath of fresh air.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun.”

His lips curl into a smile, “this was probably the best first date I’ve had.” He doesn’t know why he’s just admitted that to you, but he’s glad it’s out there now.

“Me too,” you stand up out of your chair after he does, a collection of butterflies appearing in your stomach when he places a hand on the small of your back, before encasing his hand with yours to lead you out of the restaurant.

“When are you heading back to LA?” He asks. You only know that because you’re reading his lips and not listening to a word he’s saying. You really want to kiss him.

You hesitate to lean in, bringing your focus back to his eyes, meeting his soft gaze. “I’ll be here for a couple more days, then it’s back to work. What about you?”

“Tomorrow…” he begins, slowly losing his train of thought when a little bit of the light goes out in your eyes. Should he kiss you before he leaves in the morning or wait until you’re both back in California with busy schedules and no clue if and when you’ll see each other again? “…I don’t want to leave now due to some unforeseen circumstances,” he laughs, “unfortunately I’ve got some stuff to take care of. But I’ll call you and we can maybe do this again?”

“Yeah. Definitely. I’ll see you around.” He gave you a warm hug on the way out and you watched him walk away to his car, smiling to yourself at the thought of a second date. You couldn’t wait for that phone call.

Two weeks later...he still hasn’t called. You would’ve been surprised had you not prepared yourself for this very scenario. Even with all of this so-called “preparation,” the radio silence from him still stung. Who would’ve thought this would happen? The NFL quarterback is busy with his offseason recovery while the girl he went on one singular date with continues to replay minute by minute interactions they had. No one could’ve seen this coming. The thought of that date feels like so long ago and the fact that you can remember it in vivid detail is a feels a little humiliating. You can’t even look at an Apple Watch without your stomach ending up in knots.

You've closed your office door today, taking a few hours to yourself in between meetings. Earlier in the day you and the rest of the staff had to sit through a Tyr presentation, listening to the representatives of the brand try to sell you their endurance sports drink and leaving you with some samples. Then you had CLIF come in with some new energy chew flavor samples for the guys to try. All of the boxes of products now sat in your office and you really hoped to spend the rest of the day going through the food budget, managing receipts and preparing for your first year presentations for when the new freshman arrived sometime in June. You were glancing back and forth between Whole Foods receipts and Amazon orders when your phone rang. Too busy and in the middle of crunching numbers, you ignored the call. Then it started ringing again. You stop what you're doing, assuming that if someone is calling you twice in a row, it must be urgent. The contact name flashing on the screen has you frozen in time.

It was Justin.

Even though you've been alone in your office for a while, you look around to make sure you're not making this up and this is actually happening. He's calling you. Finally.

"Hello? Who is this?" You can hear him shuffling around, probably walking around in a circle aimlessly just like you are. Despite your best efforts to seem unfazed.

"I deserve that," he cringes. "I'm so sorry for not calling you sooner."

"What—what made you call me now?"

He can tell your voice is softer than when you first answered, and he missed hearing it. "Um...life got a little ahead of me and that's not an excuse. I just—didn't want you to think that I wasn't ever going to call," he pauses, "can I make you dinner? Tonight? If you're free. And we can talk in person."

You look at the door with a sigh, contemplating your entire existence. And then you think...fuck it. "Yeah sure, I'm free tonight. Text me your address and I'll be there around 7?"

"Seven works, I'll see you tonight."

His house is perfectly spotless. There is just no way that a single adult man in his 20s is naturally this organized and clean. Even the cat, who he introduces to you as Nova, a gorgeous Bengal walks around like she owns the place, greeting you briefly (sizing you up) before trotting away without a second glance. Justin walks you into the kitchen where he's in the middle of plating the meal. He just looked good doing normal things, filling glasses of water, opening and closing the fridge, taking off his apron. You really needed to get a grip. "It smells great in here chef, what's on the menu?"

He laughs a little, presenting his dish like he's the star of a Food Network show. "Tonight I've made for you a Traeger filet mignon seasoned with the Traeger seasoning and chimichurri sauce with a side of roasted garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus."

You happily clap for his A+ presentation and he gives you a bow. "Justin, this looks amazing! I can't wait to dig in."

The man leads you to the table, setting the plate down in front of you before grabbing a seat right next to you. "So...let me explain."

Taking a bite of your food, you shake your head. "You really don't have to explain yourself, we went on one date. There's nothing to explain I mean—”

"Yeah there is. I want you to know that I wanted to call sooner, I really did. But I came back and had to meet with doctors to make sure my recovery was on track and then the draft happened and then I had to talk about the future of my contract and I didn't want the craziness of my life to overshadow what we have going on. The last thing I wanted was for you to feel like you're being put on the backburner."

Unbeknownst to you, he had also been replaying that date...more often that he'd like to admit. Anytime he had a minute to himself he thought about calling, seeing what you're doing. And then there was a meeting, or a draft party or someone needing him to be somewhere. But you were always on his mind and he was glad to now have life slow down a little bit to show you he really did care.

"I get it. Definitely thought you forgot about me there for a second. A few seconds," you correct yourself. "But I knew you were busy and we're here now so you're forgiven. Especially because this steak is incredible."

"Well thank you," he smiles sheepishly.

He begged you not to help him clean up but you insisted. After everything was put away he gave you a tour of the place and then you sat on the couch looking for a movie to watch until the stack of puzzles on the shelf caught your eye.

"You haven't unwrapped this one. Is it new?" You note the plastic wrap lining the box on the shelf meeting you at eye level. The flowers look familiar but you can't exactly remember where you've seen them before.

“There's a lot of flowers at the park we met. Any rhododendron I see now," he nods at the box in your hand, "makes me think of you. So I bought this. Figured we could do it together.” The way he's looking at you when you turn around makes you feel warm and tingly inside.

Something about being with him is addicting. You feel physically drawn to him, this pull, an invisible hold that he has on your heart that soon makes you want to run for the hills. But you know that the second you’re away from him it’ll feel like an important new part of your life has been ripped away. It almost felt like the universe had sent Justin to you as an apology for all men. Even doing something as simple as a puzzle feels like the most romantic thing in the world. All of the pieces are laid out on the table and you tackle the corners first, working from the outside in. You're sitting so close to each other that your arms are touching, reaching and grabbing at the puzzle pieces in sync like a well oiled machine. He pulls you into his lap toward the end when there's a few pieces left, giving you a high five when all 300 pieces are in their rightful place. Your hand is in his once again, like it belongs there, holding you close and steady.

He lets you go momentarily to cup your face, a look of adoration adorning his that makes your chest clench. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you for the last 22 days," Justin whispers, his face so close to yours you can feel his breath on your lips.

"Then why are you still waiting?" You whisper back, barely able to finish your sentence because he's nipping at your bottom lip, teasing you slightly as he runs his thumb across your jaw. You're a puddle in his hands, his lips on yours kissing you with his heart pounding against his chest like he's never kissed anyone before. The kiss is so simple yet the most intense experience either of you have been a part of and you want more. Both of you are fighting for dominance, a somewhat rough dance of tongues and a little bit of teeth increasing in intensity the longer the kiss lasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling him begin to stand at attention underneath you, deepening the kiss by pulling him in even closer by his hair. The other hand is wrapped around his thigh, squeezing his leg and producing goosebumps across his entire body. He had to take a few moments to recover, slightly out of breath at the kiss that he was convinced had just changed his life. "Was that worth the 22 day wait?" You ask with a laugh, holding his head in your hands.

He nods, still incapable of speech, blowing out a breath of relief when the tightness in his pants continues to go down. You lazily make out throughout the entirety of whatever movie he puts on, more than making up for lost time.

You have to be at the facility early for morning workouts so Justin walks you out to your car, pulling you in for one more kiss. "Text me when you get home so I know you made it safe?"

"I will."

Justin lays in bed that night looking at your goodnight text, already planning the third date in his head because he needs to somehow make it better than tonight was. He doesn't have any ideas yet, he just knows he can't get enough of you.

One year later...

You were back in Eugene at your favorite park, ready to get back to your favorite scenery.

"Are you excited?" You ask Dylan, who barks excitedly as you hold onto his leash. That must mean yes.

Justin laughs beside you, grabbing onto your hand. "You ready?" He gives you a kiss on the forehead before the three of you begin your hike.

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Harley and Scarecrow actually hate each other: Headcanon (or just wanting I wanted to try for fun)

Harley walked through the streets of Gotham and spotted Scarecrow fiddling with his jammed fear toxin machine.

Harley: Jonathan, you seem to be in a bit of a pickle.

Scarecrow (British accent, annoyed): Call me Scarecrow, you fecking know my name.

Harley: Your name is stupid, though, mate.

Scarecrow (condescending): Right, brilliant big words coming from Harley Quinn!

Harley (faking a British accent): Oh, bit harsh to say, innit?

Scarecrow: Don't say that, and don’t call me mate with that terrible accent!

Harley (smirking, leaning forward): At least mine is real.

Scarecrow (british angry): Sussex! I was born and raised in Sussex! Why don't you and that Spoiler—Let me calm down. I'm not dealing with you. Walk away, failed psychologist.

Harley: Big talk coming from a man who failed at being a psychologist—and British. Although you can't be missing much. I heard your soccer team is awful. You know, soccer? The correct way to call it.

Scarecrow: The American way, which also means the wrong way, stupid bent! At least we don’t measure distances with bloody American football fields!

Harley: Yeah, you just use stones to weigh stuff. And you eat beans on toast! When you lost the war against us, did we take your recipes too?

Scarecrow (really british angry): Beans on toast is a delicious meal! Where are all the bat brats to get you? I'm close to hitting you with my 'fear hose'! Don't play with me!

Harley: I'm sorry, bellend! How about we chat later over a couple of bo'oh'o'wa'er?

Scarecrow (tossing his hose to the ground): That's it! Let's go—put your fists up!

Harley (relishing this): You want to fight me? Perfect! I've always wanted to have a second round with you inbred failures.

Scarecrow: You are an absolute idiot and ruined your career for a clown! A literal clown!

Harley (mockingly): And you're a knockoff Alice in Wonderland villain. Mad Hatter says hi from Arkham, muppet.

As Harley smirked, the usually stoic Scarecrow growled and attempted to punch her. She caught his fist and punched him back. He quickly recovered and decked her in the nose. She sniffled but smiled and shook her head.

Harley: This is my type of pizza party! The next one’s for what you did to Nightwing!

The two began to fight, surprising most of the Bat-family, who watched from a distance. Spoiler pulled out her phone and started recording the sparring match, which involved slaps, punches, and headlocks, while Red Robin snuck over to disable the fear machine before it could be used.

Red Robin: Should we arrest him?

Batman: Nah, surprisingly, Harley’s got this one.

Orphan: They have history?

Batman: Yeah, they freaking hate each other, and Scarecrow hates everyone, so that’s saying a lot.

Nightwing: It’s funny seeing Scarecrow actually try to fight. Did she just defend me there too?

Batman: Yep. She felt bad after you had a breakdown from the toxin. Told me she wasn’t that bad anymore.

Nightwing shrugged, crossing his arms.

Nightwing: She's all right.

Harley (while giving Scarecrow a nuggie): Call them fries!

Scarecrow (really British and angry): Never!

[nylibrty]

girl with the tattoo ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ chapter five

「pairing」 breanna stewart x riley carter (oc)

「summary」 breanna makes up for lost time

「cw」 this chapter is filthy. so. smut,

「notes」 we're so back. i feel like this chapter is kinda ass but i hope you guys enjoy it.

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breanna had woken up in another woman’s bed many times. but out of all of those times, it was very slim she stayed and even slimmer that she was out of the apartment only to come back with groceries.

actually, now that she thinks about it,

this is the first time she was buying groceries for her… situationship…? teammate…? hookup…?

whatever, she didn’t want to think about whatever her and riley were. they were just friends, who happen to have hooked up and go on dates and kiss each other.

she woke up relatively early, at least earlier than riley. she somehow managed to slip out from riley’s white knuckle grip on her and head out to the kitchen. she searched around the kitchen for a bit, attempting to find a sticky note and a sharpie so she could notify riley that she was out getting groceries and not leaving her. she stuck the note onto the fridge and left the apartment.

there was a small local grocery store right by riley’s apartment which breanna was grateful for, but also confused on how the girl was yet to get any for herself. what was she living off of? she picked up bacon, some greens, and some other simple stuff that riley can start making actual health meals with. she was pretty sure the only thing riley was living off of was wine and whatever kayla and kennedy fed her when she went to see them. 

she carried the grocery bags back to riley’s apartment and stocked her fridge. in her search for pans, she happened to open the cabinet and have about every one topple out and all over the floor. it was loud, to say the least. it really didn’t help that she yelled fuck when they all came tumbling out either.

when riley awoke, the bed was big and cold and empty like every other morning she had woken up this week, but she specifically remembered going to sleep with breanna wrapped in her arms. she frowned a little, realizing that breanna must’ve left. she was really starting to think that this was more, and not just a one time hook up and a teammate looking out for another. 

she was delighted to hear a clattering in the kitchen followed by breanna yelling a series of fucks and ows. she dragged herself out of bed and down the hallway, quickly being reminded that she’s concussed and in pain still. 

“you breaking all my shit, husky?” she asked, leaning up against the counter.

breanna was startled and quickly attempting to cover up the mess of pans with her body.

“no! it’s nothing! go back to bed!” breanna said, panicked. her cheeks right red and slight stutter in her voice.

“move over,” riley laughed, walking up to her and beginning to pick up the pans, “did you get my groceries?” she asked, confused as to why there were random ingredients on her counter that she was certain wasn’t in her fridge.

“yes! i couldn’t watch you get junk for another second. not if you’re trying to keep that body,” breanna grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“oh shut up, freak.” she rolled her eyes, attempting to remain serious but quickly failing, the two of them falling into shared laughter.

“what are you gonna make?” riley asked idly, running her eyes over the various ingredients—bacon, spinach, eggs, milk, etc.

“eggs, do you like those? and i might make bacon,” she mumbled, coming in to embrace her.

she gladly accepted the hug, resting her head on breanna’s shoulder and taking in her warmth. she suddenly realized how good she smelt, like citrus and something else that was so uniquely breanna. the mild headache was still ever present but being in breanna’s arms made the pain bearable.

“eggs are good, make the bacon too please.” she mumbled, her head still pressing into breanna’s shoulder.

“your head feelin’ any better?” she asked, one hand held on riley’s waist and the other rubbing up and down across her back. it was intimate, a lot more intimate than one would ever be with a friend, but breanna shook that thought out of her head, attempting to get rid of whatever feelings were beginning to bubble up inside of her.

“a little, can we watch a movie after breakfast?” riley asked, finally moving away from breanna. she got a chance to really look at her, and how adorable she was in the mornings. wrinkled shirt and tired eyes framing herself.

breanna nodded her head and continued on to breakfast. riley stayed nearby, sitting on the counter next to her, and flipped the bacon while breanna made them both coffee. “how do you like it?” breanna mumbled, busy tapping her fingers in front of the coffee machine.

riley was embarrassed to admit it, but her mind went to a completely different place when breanna asked that. all of a sudden, all she could think about was the way breanna made her fall over the edge oh so gently only nights prior. “w-what?” she stuttered through the sentence, attempting to hide the fact that she was bright red and suddenly squirming in her place on the counter.

“the coffee… you good rook?” breanna frowned, coming to stand in front of her and placing the back of her hand on riley’s forehead to check her temperature.

riley cleared her throat, “yeah, yeah. i’m good. what about the coffee?” she asked, not really registering what breanna asked in the first place.

“what do you want in it…?” breanna repeated herself, mildly worried.

“oh. yeah, just creamer please. i think i have some in the fridge.” 

breanna nodded and opened the fridge. taking out the vanilla creamer and setting it on the counter next to the coffee maker. riley tended to the bacon some more, mostly using it as an excuse so as to not stare at breanna while she made their respective cups of coffee.

“one coffee for carter.” breanna grinned, handing her the mug.

“wow, you calling me something other than rook for once?” her eyebrow perched up, holding the mug close to her chest and taking soft sips of the hot liquid inside.

“oh shut up. it was one time, rook.” breanna rolled her eyes, taking a sip out of her cup as well, “and now it’s never gonna happen again.” she grinned, tilting her head to the side. 

they spent their morning hanging out and talking over coffee and breakfast before breanna had to leave for practice. she was debating on skipping it to care for riley more and watch their movie, but riley reassured her that she was fine to be perfectly alone and they can watch that movie another time 

although, she did feel a little lonely now that she was all by herself in the apartment. there was no longer the warm presence of breanna stewart lingering near her and it made her sad.

okay maybe she was in a little too deep for this girl.

before she could think too much about it, she received a text,

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

You doing okay? Doing my hourly check in to make sure you aren’t dead 😆 I’ll leave practice right now if you aren’t okay by the way, just way the word and I’m there. 

riley giggled at the way she typed with grammar and punctuation before replying,

riley

i’m good, unless you wanna leave practice 🙄 you js tryna use me to get out of practice huh?

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

No! I was just trying to make sure you are okay 😄 You were a little out of it this morning.

riley

i’m fine i promise husky 🙏 go back to practice before sandy yells at you

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

I’ll text you during lunch ❤️

a heart? was she serious?

riley gulped before setting down her phone. her head was still pounding, although a lot less severe now, and all she needed was breanna’s arms to lay in.

she signed and dragged herself off to her bedroom, flopping on the bed and curling up in it. it was a lot colder now that breanna wasn’t there, but she made it work.

before dozing off to take a nap, she sent breanna a quick test.

riley

might take a nap, srry if i don’t text back! good luck w practice!!!

she promptly hit send and then threw her phone to the other side of the bed so she couldn’t think about it.

—

by the time lunch had rolled around, breanna had sent riley a text but got no response. assuming she was still asleep, she pulled out her sandwich bag and began to enjoy her lunch in peace until betnijah came to sit with her,

“so? what’s with you and carter?” she raised an eyebrow, poking at her shoulder inquisitively.

breanna swallowed heavily. she could either confide in her friend and tell her the truth, or she could lie.

“it’s nothing, i just wanted to make sure she was okay,” 

okay so she lied.

“are you sure bre? you’re glowing like you’ve been getting laid….” she raised her eyebrows, a shit eating grin on her face.

breanna’s faced blushed a light pink, she could help but crack the tiniest of smiles before immediately returning to being stone faced, hoping nijah didn’t catch on. “oh shut up,” she laughed.

they continued on to eat their lunches together, talking about practice and other life stuff.

by the time breanna got home, there was a lot weighing on her mind. her and riley had texted her and there through out the day, checking in on each other.

correction: it was mostly breanna checking in on riley.

but she didn’t care, she just wanted to make sure she was okay and her head wasn’t hurting too bad.

with no one else to turn to, she picked up her phone, clicked a contact and proceeded to call them.

the person picked up almost immediately, only a couple rings before it was answered. the voice on the other line begun the conversation, “hey bre, what’s going on?”

“corey i need you to not yell at me when i say what is happening.” 

“did you like kill someone or something?” 

“no! i,” she paused, gathering her words and thoughts before continuing, “i’m kinda hooking up with the new rookie on our team and i think im also in love with her.”

“what the hell bre!” the man on the other line laughed. “so..? does she reciprocate?”

breanna obviously could not see corey, but she knew he had a smug grin on his face and was wiggling his eyebrows as he said that. “i think? i mean we had sex, and it was really good. and i also kinda almost called her baby because she got concussed and i was taking care of her,” she continued on to debrief on everything that has happened since riley joined the team, and it’s safe to say that corey was in mild disbelief.

“you didn’t even take her to dinner first? i thought you were done with the heartbreaker stuff,” he laughed.

“oh shut up i swear i am, im gonna actually take her to dinner this weekend. and i think im gonna drop by her place tonight just to make sure she’s okay and eaten.”

“oh you’re in deep bre. don’t have too much fun!”

they chatted for a bit more before breanna decided it was time to pick up some food for riley and head over to her place. she stopped by the nearest pizza joint and picked up slices for the both of them and made her way to riley’s apartment. 

“who the fuck—“ riley muttered under her breath, wondering who the hell was knocking on her door at 6 pm. but, when she opened the door she was delighted to see breanna standing there with a bag of food in her hand. riley’s heart practically skipped a beat when she saw the girl. she always looked good but riley seemed to enjoy it when she looked more, domestic.

her hair thrown up messily and wearing her post-practice shirt and shorts. “i came by to make sure you were alive and also that you are eating,” she grinned.

that toothy smile she always gave definitely didn’t help riley’s heart problem. her cheeks flushed a soft pink at the sight of breanna stood there with that stupid smile and food in her hand. she appreciated all the small things breanna had done for her so far, simply checking in to make sure she was alive and doing okay and making sure she was eating. 

“let me make up for the fact that we didn’t get to watch that movie this morning?” breanna said as she came into the apartment, setting the bag onto her coffee table and kicking off her slides. 

they sat down on the couch together and briefly bickered over a movie to watch before deciding on harry potter—breanna’s choice—and began to enjoy their pizza.

“so? how was practice without your favorite person being there?” riley grinned smugly. 

breanna gave her a quick rundown about what went down during practice and conveniently left out the portion about what nijah had asked. 

“so… boring im gathering,” riley joked.

breanna rolled her eyes and turned to watch the tv, taking a bite out of her pizza before speaking, “yes. it was boring.” she grinned.

riley gave her a toothy grin at her admitting to the fact that she basically missed her, her stomach fluttering.

they ate in silence for a bit, enjoying the movie, before riley had slowly began to move closer to breanna. before she knew it, their thighs were touching and the tension was palpable. breanna’s hand had found its way to riley’s thigh, gently running her thumb over the soft milky skin. riley swallowed heavily, arousal pooling in her lower stomach at the feeling of her big hands groping at her thigh.

it didn’t go further than that for a while, they were both trying their hardest to pay attention to the movie before breanna finally grabbed her face. rileys chin was cupped into breannas hand—their faces only inches apart—and now they were staring into each other’s eyes. the low dim light of rileys apartment perfectly complimented breannas icy blue eyes that riley so easily got lost in.

“can i kiss you?”

“god please breanna,” riley let out a soft whimper.

breanna smashed their lips together. it was like the last time but somehow much slower. riley had time to realize how soft breannas lips were and how well their lips moved in tandem with each other. while rileys hands got lost in breannas hair, pulling at the strands of hair out of her bun, breannas hands cupped her face—thumbs running across her cheeks.

they stayed like that for a while, at some point riley had straddled onto breannas lap, allowing breannas lips to explore further. now, it was much like before, fervor lacing their current encounter.

the older womans hands found rileys waist while sucking soft marks onto her neck, easily flipping them around. now, riley was sat on the couch and breanna was sat on her knees on the floor. her fingers slipped into rileys sleep shorts, beginning to pull them down, “can i?”

riley nodded, her brain fogging at the sight of breanna on her knees in front of her.

“words, rook.”

“please bre,”

breanna continued on, slipping off her shorts and panties and hooked her hands under her thighs to push her closer to breannas mouth. she could see how wet she was in the lighting, glistening folds enticing her. she licked an experimental line up rileys cunt, gathering her slick on her tongue.

rileys hips bucked up with a whine coming from her lips. that only encouraged breanna further, wrapping her lips around rileys clit and sucking. “fuck bre,” she moaned. she had been eaten out before—she got around at notre dame after all—but she had never had it done like this.

part of it, was maybe the fact that she was in love with breanna and the other part was just because breanna was genuinely, this good. "you taste so good,” she mumbled against her cunt before diving back in like she was starved.

she was moaning even though she wasn’t even being touched, getting off from the simple fact that she was eating riley out. this fogged rileys brain even more, her head throwing back against the cushions behind her and relishing in the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through her body.

“fuck bre, ‘m close,” she whined, almost embarrassingly so. her whines bordering on babbling nonsense that breanna was having trouble understanding, but she did catch the fact that she was close. so, she sucked harder, two fingers coming up to push into her entrance as well.

thats all it took, but breanna didn’t stop. as riley was tumbling over the edge of her climax, breanna only sped up.

her fingers moved faster and so did her tongue, the younger girls legs threatening to shut at any second.

“one more for me, ma,” breanna mumbled against her cunt, lapping harder.

it didn’t take much longer for riley to go over the edge once more, leaking all over breanna’s hand and the couch below them.

breanna mumbled praises as she helped riley come down from her high, slowing her licks and the pace of her fingers. after a few minutes, she removed her fingers and sucked them clean, grinning at the mess she made.

while riley was still blissed out—not totally back to earth yet—but she did realize the amount of cum that had come out of her. “fuck bre, my couch,” she whined.

“its hot,” she grinned, coming up off the floor to kiss her.

riley could taste herself on breannas lips, relishing in her own taste. “i’m gonna get you shorts and water and then we can take the cover off the couch and wash it, sound good?” she asked gently.

riley nodded, going limp against the couch once more. her legs felt like jello and she was still in pure bliss. sex wasn’t new to her, but god, breanna was new to her.

breanna came back soon after, handing her a pair of sleep shorts and setting a cup of water next to her on the table. she joined her on the couch, allowing riley to cuddle into her. “you’re way too good at that.” riley mumbled into her chest.

“what do you mean?” 

“you’re a munch bre. like, insanely.”  she giggled.

breanna raised her eyebrow, a grin spreading across her face, “not my fault you taste so good.”

“shut up,” 

— 

they stayed like that for a while and talked about anything and everything. from their college experiences to what riley should expect for her first game.

thats when it really set in for riley, she was playing in her first wnba game in 4 days. she had played hundreds of basketball games but the thought of playing against, and with, her idols. everybody had told her how different the wnba was, old teammates and friends alike. and she was only slightly scared.

“what if, i’m just not good in the league?” riley asked, frowning slightly.

“youre a first pick for a reason, rook. you’re gonna do great. its certainly an adjustment, but it’ll be fine and if for whatever reason you arent okay, ill be right there. you aren’t alone, i promise.” she reassured her, running her hands through rileys hair.

that made her feel slightly better, knowing that there was always going to be someone to pick her up, something she hasnt always had.

she had remembered multiple times nobody had her back. her mom never had her back, really, always telling her basketball was a ‘dyke’ sport and that she shouldn’t be in there. little did she know…. that was beside the point though. her dad wasn’t the type of man you would open up to, and the only other person she really had in her life was her best friend, leah, but she was too scared to ever confide in her about anything.

so, she bottled it up.

this worked for a while. distracting herself with basketball and school and ensuring that offer from notre dame would come one day. but it didn’t work forever, not when she was sneaking around with girls and coming to terms with her sexuality. then it got hard, suddenly, she was alone again. being gay at a private christian school wasn’t easy either. she had been called so many slurs to her face she couldnt even count, and her teammates were nowhere to be seen.

up until now, nobody had her back, or when they did it was for their own benefit. but she trusted breanna would never do that to her, she was genuine and kind. something she was beginning to admire about the woman.

“you wanna go lay down? i’ll take off the couch cover then join you,” breanna said, sleepiness lacing her voice.

riley nodded, noticing her own tiredness as well.

riley made her way to her bed and breanna followed soon after. the second breanna laid into the bed, riley was at her side, head resting on her chest. breannas warmth made her feel safe, the way she wrapped her arms so securely around the girl and placing soft kisses on her head til they both fell asleep.

— 

breanna left for practice early the next morning, they talked a little bit throughout the day but they were both mostly busy. so, they didn’t really talk until the weekend.

leaving riley to her own devices for the rest of the day. that was the last time riley talked to breanna before the weekend.

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

Date tonight sound good?

riley

yes, ill make sure to look pretty for you 😛

bre (DO NOT REPLY)

Can’t wait ❤️ I’ll pick you up at 6:00 ☺️

riley felt her stomach do flips. breanna was actually taking her out on this date tonight and no concussion was gonna stop them this time around. she laid on her bed, giggling like a teenager for a couple minutes before doing the next logical step,

calling kayla and kennedy.

they were at her house before she knew it, all gathered around on her couch talking about the date and the nights previous.

“so wait. ny concussed you, and then stewie came home with you and nursed you back to health?” kayla asked, mildly confused.

“and then she ate me out like it was her last meal.” riley grinned, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

they continued on to talk about practice and the first game and whatever the girls were up to in their own lives for hours til riley realized she should probably start to get ready. kayla and kennedy helped, obviously. doing her hair and make up and allowing her to vent her worries about the date.

“okay but what if she decides she hates me and never wants to see me again?”

the two girls exchanged glances before kayla spoke, “girl. she literally had her tongue inside you i promise you she wants you.”

riley laughed at that, but she still couldn’t help but overthink. she attempted to distract herself until the time of the date, saying good bye to kayla and kennedy and doing the last finishing touches on her make up and outfit before breanna came and picked her up.

she walked aimlessly around the apartment til it was 6 and there was a knock at the door. she was here.

riley picked up her bag and opened the front door to see breanna standing there with flowers and the biggest grin she had ever seen. she looked adorable, her hair framing her face, white button up that so perfectly fit her with a leather jacket on and jeans.

“woah, you look really good rook,” breanna grinned, looking her up and down. 

riley was in a short green dress, neckline cut just short enough to give a hint of cleavage and skirt just long enough to cover her ass. the pure sex appeal wasn’t helped by the pumps that adorned her feet either, making her almost as tall as breanna. 

“not too bad yourself, bre.” she winked.

as much as she tried to hide it, riley could still see how breanna’s ears turned red and her face flushed a soft pink. she held out the bouquet of flowers—a mix of tulips and chrysanthemums wrapped in brown paper—for riley to grab. she took them willingly, stepping back into the apartment for a moment. “i’m gonna go put these a vase, come in if you want,”

breanna nodded and walked behind riley, taking a seat on the couch and nervously tapping her feet while riley put the flowers away. it didn’t take long, a few minutes at most, before riley came back, “you ready?”

breanna nodded and got up, reaching for riley’s hand which she gladly gave to her. they walked out of the apartment building, hand in hand and walking about their days.  “you look beautiful, by the way,” breanna grinned as she opened the passenger door of her car for riley. she got in, appreciating how breanna went out of her way to treat her properly, to do the small things.

when breanna was buckled into her seat and starting the car, her hand creeped over to riley’s thigh. sitting respectfully towards her knee and gently messaging it. riley felt goosebumps form under her touch, butterflies bursting in her stomach. the conversation was casual and flowed well, like it always did with breanna, and before she knew it they were parking in front of what seemed to be a fancy italian place.

breanna wasted no time and came around to riley’s side of the car and opened the door for her, helping her out of the car and holding her hand, “this place seems nice,” riley grinned, admiring the sparkly lights that lined the outdoor patio section of the restaurant. 

“i picked it out just for you, the outdoor seating seemed like something you would like.” she shrugged with a grin, leading them inside the restaurant. she talked to the hostess for a moment, getting their seats and following the woman out to the patio. they sat down and menus were distributed to the each of them. 

they browsed through them for a while, idle chit chat while riley scanned the menu. she noticed that everything was pricey, making her slightly nervous to actually pick anything out. breanna must’ve picked up on her anxiety cause it wasn’t soon after that breanna began to speak, “get whatever you want, i’m paying.” she grinned.

riley smiled back, looking at the menu more closely now. they talked for a while longer before the server came back, asking about drinks.

“uhh.. can i just get a bottle of the…” breanna’s eyes scanned the page, clearly attempting to read something she was going to struggle to pronounce. “…antinori guado for us to share… and then whatever she wants.” 

riley’s eyes scanned down the page as well, looking at whatever cocktails they have and seeing exactly what breanna just ordered. her eyes widened at bit looking at the price, but quickly went on to order her drink of choice. “can i just get a shirley temple?” she grinned, feeling a bit silly ordering that.

the server nodded and left them alone. “a shirley temple? are you 5?” breanna broke out into laughter.

“shut up! i like my fruity drinks okay,” riley grinned, feining offense. “also! you ordered this $200 wine bottle!”

“because it’s good!”

“red wine is never good, breanna.” 

they shared laughs and talked a bit more before their drinks came around and they were ready to order. riley sipped off of her shirley temple while breanna ordered some sort of pasta dish and riley chose a steak.

“i think my family is coming to town for the first game.” riley said idly.

“yeah? im already meeting the parents huh?” breanna teased, a cocky grin plastered on her face.

“oh shut up, we haven’t even finished our first date yet,” riley smiled before continuing, “it’s just my dad and my brother anyways, nothing serious.” she shrugged.

breanna paused for a moment before replying, mulling her options of either prying about her mom or saving that conversation for another day. “you and your brother are close, yeah?”

it wasn’t the time.

“yeah we are, i mean he’s like ten years younger but we’re close. i think he’ll like you.” she said before continuing, “you have a little brother, right?”

“i mean yeah. same thing with yours, he’s ten years younger and in his 20s,” she laughed a little.

riley nodded and they continued to talk about their families. she learned a lot more about breanna during this conversation, what it was like growing up and how she got her start in basketball. 

“now it’s your turn, how was it for you?”

they stared at each other for a moment, riley was clearly nervous about sharing, so breanna reached out and grabbed her hand over the table, rubbing her thumb across her knuckles before speaking, “only if you want to, that can be a different days conversation or a never conversation.” 

it felt like a weight was being lifted off of riley’s shoulders. she was so happy that breanna was pushing her in any way and they could talk about things that their own pace. “i think it’s a conversation for a different day,” she mumbled, almost under her breath.

breanna nodded and changed the conversation, moving on to talk about the book she was currently reading. soon after, their food was brought out and the conversation was flowing well. 

“i know you said you were nervous, but i assume you’re also excited for the first game? it’s against seattle so you’ll see jewell,” breanna mentioned.

riley smiled at that, “what’s it like being best friends with two people from your rival school?” 

“oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes and laughed, “you two are the only exceptions.”

they shared stories and conversations until both their meals were finished. “are you sure you don’t want to split the check?”

“riley carter have you ever been treated right on a date?” breanna laughed, her eyes sparkling.

that was one thing riley had noticed throughout this whole date, she would catch breanna just staring at her—admiring her—and see a certain glint in her eyes. a small smile on her face and her cheeks slightly flushed til she realized she was caught staring and quickly turned her head. 

“i’m usually the one paying!”

“don’t worry about it babe, i got it.” she grinned.

riley blushed at the petname. she was beginning to realize how in love she actually was with breanna.

it wasn’t soon after that they were walking hand in hand out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk. “wanna go for a little walk before i drop you off?”

“that sounds perfect,” riley grinned, leaning into the girl next to her. “maybe… we don’t end the night when you drop me off? i could come over to your place?” she asked nervously.

“yeah, i’d like that” breanna smiled. she would never admit it, but she was secretly hoping riley would want to come over or spend the night with her, yearning to spend more time with the girl.

they walked and talked through the cold streets of new york for a while longer, swinging their interlocked hands back and forth. riley noticed the chill, the short dress with no sleeves didn’t do much to warm her up, but she tried to ignore it, continuing on with their conversation. however, breanna noticed how she cuddled into her side and how the goosebumps were forming all over her skin. 

she stopped in her tracks, dropped riley’s hand and shrugged off the leather jacket that was draped across her shoulders. “here,” motioning for riley to take the jacket out of her hands. riley blushed, sheepishly taking the jacket and putting it on. it was certainly big on her, sleeves covering her hands and keeping her warm and cozy. “you look cute,” breanna smiled at her, leaning in place a kiss on her temple before resuming her position of holding her hand.

it wasn’t long before they made their way back to breanna’s car, she repeated the same steps she did when she picked her up. opening the door for her and ensuring she was in before getting in herself. it was silent most of the car ride home, but riley couldn’t help but notice the way breanna’s hand slowly creeped up on her thigh. she watched her long fingers splay out across the milky skin of her thigh, causing her to squirm. 

she couldn’t think about breanna’s actions for long because before she knew it, they were at breannas apartment complex. breanna opened her door and took her hand as she got out and they stood there for a moment in the parking garage, just looking at each other. the tension was thick, both of them standing there, silent, waiting for the other to move.

“can i kiss you?” breanna spoke, her voice small and nervous as if she hadn’t had her face in riley’s cunt only days prior.

“you’re such a dork,” was all riley mumbled before smashing their lips together with fervor.

they stumbled up into the elevator and onto breanna’s floor, somehow all without breaking their lips away from each other. kicking off their shoes and their clothes on the way to breanna’s room, they finally made it. “lay back.” riley muttered.

breanna raised her eyebrow but listened, surprised at the sudden control coming out of her. she laid back on the bed, clad in only her boxers as riley straddled her, resuming back to kissing her.

“can i eat you out?” riley asked, trailing her hands up and down breanna’s abdomen, feeling up on the taut muscles.

“fuck, please babe,” 

riley grinned and immediately went to kiss down her body, biting wherever she could. she kissed her way down til she got to the line of her boxers, kissing all around the skin there til breanna was begging.

“stop the teasing, please,” she whined, bucking her hips.

riley finally gave in, pulling down her boxers and sucking across the skin there. biting her thighs and right next to where she needed her the most. once she had left a reasonable amount of marks on breanna’s thighs, she licked a line up her cunt. a moan rung out across the room before being quickly muffled by breanna’s own hand covering her mouth. riley perked up, reaching to move her arm away, “i wanna hear you,” she pouted.

breanna nodded, letting her hand fall into riley’s hair and push her back to where she needed her. riley listened and went back to making small kitten licks up her cunt. she was mesmerized by the way she reacted to any small touch. her legs squirming and her fingers gripping her hair tighter, it was safe to say she was mildly obsessed with eating breanna out.

she licked and sucked more, collecting her wetness on her tongue and spreading it throughout breanna’s folds. her tongue prodded in and out of her entrance, causing breanna to whine and whimper below her. riley was drunk on the sounds and taste of breanna, she wanted to do this for the rest of her life.

breanna soon took control back again, lacing her fingers into riley’s hair and grinding herself up against her face. riley got the message, laying her tongue out flat in order to aid her. she rode her face with fervor, chasing her orgasm rapidly.

her moans and whines quieted and her pants got louder, signaling that she was close. she grinded against her face for a few more seconds before stalling her hips and letting out a cry, “fuck riley!” she moaned before going limp.

riley helped her ride out her high, kissing up her body til she eventually made it back up to her mouth. “your turn?” breanna asked, a mischievous smile plastering her face. 

“are you sure?”

“so sure baby,” she mumbled into her ear, gently biting down on the lobe. riley’s body shuddered as she flipped their positions with ease. now, riley was laid on her back and breanna was on top of her. she reached over, fumbling something out of her nightstand. 

riley was briefly confused before she watched breanna pull out the harness and dildo, “can i?”

“please breanna,” she whined

breanna nodded, getting off the bed for a moment to slip on the harness and adjust it accordingly before sitting on her knees in front of riley. she spread her legs, positioning the strap at her entrance and allowing riley to wrap her legs around breanna’s waist. “good girl,” she muttered into her ear, sliding the head of the dildo up and down riley’s folds in order to get it wet.

she pushed it in slowly, a moan falling from riley’s lips at the sudden fullness. “fuck bre, it’s so big,” she whined. breanna’s hips stalled, not pushing in any further and allowing her to adjust to the sudden stretch. 

after a minute, breanna spoke, “you ready?” riley nodded in response, tightening her legs around breanna’s waist, pushing her in deeper.

breanna took that as a sign and pushed in til the hilt. riley moaned again, her hands flying up to breanna’s back and beginning to drag down them, surely leaving scratch marks that she would have to figure out how to cover up.

breanna started slow, slowly pistoning her hips in and and out of riley, but that only lasted for so long until riley needed more. “harder bre, don’t hold back,” she whined, bucking her hips.

that lit a fire in breanna. carnal desire roaring through her. suddenly, her hips were snapping against riley’s at a much faster pace, the bed rocking and knocking against the wall behind them.

sorry to her neighbors,

“‘m close bre, fuck,” she whined, her nails only digging deeper into breanna’s back.

“cum for me ma,” breanna panted.

the combination of the petname and simply how sexy breanna looked on top of her, light sweat sheen on her forehead and chains dangling, pushed her over the edge.

breanna’s thrusts slowed down, eventually coming to a stop and pulling out slowly. “did so good for me baby,” she mumbled, laying limp against riley. 

it wasn’t long after that breanna got up, throwing the strap into the sink to be cleaned and wetting a wash cloth so she could clean riley up. “open your legs baby, i’m gonna clean you up,” she mumbled gently to the half asleep girl on her bed. riley complied, and breanna gently wiped her thighs clean. 

she cuddled into bed next to her, kissing her forehead and allowing riley to cuddle into her.

"goodnight babygirl,"

[what-have-i-unleashed]

the line in-between

yes i am still obsessed with this war au, so you guys will have another meal for it. sequel to this because i can't NOT write about dust somehow.

opening the year with mtt in war au smh this is what transformers obsession did to a freak 😔😔😔

the air in the base is thick with tension and unreleased post-battle adrenaline. dust paces around in his office, his hands tucked inside his pockets, twitching with a barely restrained urge to blast this whole place to smithereens. his eyelights flicker, his magic dying to be freed from its mortal cage.

a mere three feet away from him stands chara, who is shuffling their feet in nervousness but masks it with a defiant tilt of their chin. the sight only makes dust madder, though he can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. red is casually leaning against the doorway, shooing away any nosy soul who passes by.

after a moment of tense silence, dust whips his head towards chara, his eyes blazing. “you don’t touch him!” he snaps, his voice echoing in the room. “i already told you that multiple times! what part of that do you not understand?!”

chara flinches at the sudden reprimand, but stands their ground, their fists clasped behind their back. “i was trying to help you! he was sneaking up on you from behind, so i thought-”

“well, clearly you didn’t!” dust growls, stepping closer to his subordinate. he might be shorter than them, but the murderous intent in his crackling magic is pretty clear. “do you think i’m so weak i can’t protect myself? is that what you think of me? i don’t need your help!”

chara’s earlier defiance starts to falter as their face crumbles. “i- i just- i wanted to protect you...” their voice turns timid, small. “isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? protect each other?”

dust’s eyes narrow as he glares at chara. “that’s not your job. you don’t know what you’re doing out there. and your clear disregard for my orders almost got you killed – or worse, others.” his voice drops to almost a whisper as he leans into chara’s space, making them jerk back. “don’t ever touch him again, do you understand?”

“commander,” red interrupts, his voice cutting through the tension. he steps forward, subtly positioning himself between dust and chara. “the kid’s still new to this. this is their third mission after all. just go easy on them.”

dust glares at red. “don’t coddle them. this isn’t a game.”

“eh, they’ll learn.” red shrugs, but his tone is still carefully measured so as not to poke the anthill. “yelling at them won’t get us anywhere. they made a mistake, but haven’t everyone? that’s what rookies do, and they’ll grow. come on, they got the lesson – they won’t poach your kills again.” he looks at chara. “right, kiddo?”

the human looks back at red, then dust, tears of hurt and frustration brimming in their eyes. “i’m sorry… i thought i was doing the right thing… i won’t do it again, i promise…”

the next moment is blanketed with silence except for the hiccupped sobs of chara, who can’t help but hide their puffy face in their arms as they try to conduct themself in front of the two older soldiers. dust clenches his fist in his pockets, his shoulders hunched as guilt gnaws at the edges of his bubbling anger. he abruptly turns away from his subordinates, his back on them. “get out. both of you,” he says, his voice tight. “now.”

chara makes a confused noise as they peek from behind their tear-soaked sleeve. they look at red, hesitant and lost. red nods silently, reaching up to pat chara’s head. “you heard him, kiddo. let’s give him some space.”

as red guides chara out of the room and the door closes behind them, the silence in the office becomes oppressive. dust’s shoulders sag as the weight of his actions comes crashing on him like a tsunami. he shakily leans against his desk, knocking over a stack of papers, his head cradled in his hands.

you almost killed them, the voice of his dead brother chides him. you almost killed your subordinate.

dust can’t help but agree. he almost lost his control just then and there. he almost hurt chara, almost hurt a kid. the image of chara’s frightened teary eyes flashes in his mind, and his soul twists with shame.

his hands clasps together as he fiddles with the ring underneath his glove – the promise ring he has for himself. seeing killer again has brought up some unwanted memories, most of all the promises he made to both killer and horror. to survive. to meet each other again at the end of this seemingly endless war.

if nightmare has any say about it, it will never end.

but don’t worry, you are nightmare’s lieutenant, aren’t you? all his best soldiers get the best things.

they’ll be yours, by whatever means you want.

you’ll end their suffering by your hands.

memories of killer surges to the surface of his mind. the chaotic battlefield, killer’s tar-streaked, the way he moved like a ghost towards him. the way he looked at dust like nothing else in the world mattered. he looked exactly like the day he deserted nightmare’s army – as if he had never left at all.

dust hates killer for it. but he hates himself more for still caring, and even more for becoming someone who hurt the people depending on him. he dreads the day he has to face horror again – he can feel the inevitability, because this is just such a good cosmic joke to spring upon him. he wonders if horror will be even less forgiving than killer, giving him a strike in his messed-up soul rather than the measly cut in the cheek that killer inflicted upon him.

the door creaks open, jolting dust out of his spiralling. red steps in, closing the door behind him. “they’re shaken, but they’ll be fine,” he says quietly, then comes closer to dust. “you okay?”

dust doesn’t look at red, instead fixing his eyes on his hands where his ring sits in secret under his glove. “i almost killed them, red.”

“yeah, i was there,” red says, taking a place next to dust and offering him a cigarette. “you didn’t though, so that should count for something.”

dust laughs, a bitter sound, and takes the peace offering. “does it? i’m one step away from thinking of transferring them to somewhere else. clearly, i can’t be trusted around them.”

“you’re angry, as you have the right to.” red shrugs, lighting dust’s cigarette for him, his face so close to dust’s that the hooded skeleton can feel the lingering gaze on his nervously chewing mouth. “but i don’t think you’re all that mad at the kid. you’re not the monster you think you are.”

dust glances at red, his voice guarded. “you don’t know that.”

red’s gaze softens, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "i wouldn’t follow you if i didn’t."

the words hang in the air. and for a moment, dust allows himself to believe them. he touches his ring under the glove, finding himself more grounded than before.

"i’ll talk to them," he says finally, his voice quiet. "when i’m ready."

red nods, pushing off the desk. "they’ll come around. kid looks up to you, you know? they want to prove themselves to you. give them the chance."

as red leaves the room, dust closes his eyes and releases a puff of smoke, his shoulders relaxing as his jitters stop crawling up his arms. the war definitely isn’t going to get easier. but for now, he has to hold onto the promises he’s made – both to himself and the people in his life. and one day, he has to make his decision on where he stands in this mess. but that day, thankfully, doesn’t have to be today.

[theactualsunshinechild]

*banging my fists against the wall helplessly, tears streaming down my face*

MY RAREPAIR STILL HASN'T INTERACTED AND AT THIS POINT I'M NOT SURE THEY EVER WILL

[zorionbbq]

party chat #56: nanba's transformation

(transcript both in alt text and below)

[image description: five-page comic of a "party chat" conversation from yakuza 7.

beneath the scaffolding of a construction site, nanba holds a bottle of tea and asks "hey, you think i've changed at all since we met?"

the rest of the party, standing or crouching on the side of the path, turn to look at him.

"hm? have you?" ichiban tilts his head, hand on chin, and lets saeko pick from his chip bag. "i dunno, lemme think..."

adachi leaps to his feet, splashing his can of beer and surprising saeko. "got it!"

adachi snaps his fingers with a triumphant smile. "you changed how you part your hair!"

"huh?" nanba reaches toward the back of his own head. "nope, it's still the same..." adachi sheds a single tear.

hand raised high, saeko announces "right! your prescription changed!" ichiban taps a canned coffee on his palm in an "i get it!" motion. "what, are you trying to be funny now!? and that's wrong, too!" nanba retorts.

"okay!" han looks serious. "you changed the frames on your glasses!"

"you started wearing contacts instead of glasses!" zhao finger-guns with a grin.

"will you quit it with the glasses thing!?" nanba snaps at an unfazed, juicebox-sipping han. "and does it look like i'm wearing contacts!?" he gestures at himself. zhao smugly bites an onigiri, still squatting on the ground.

adachi frowns around a pocky. "huh? then what's changed?"

"never mind... sheesh." nanba turns his back on the group.

a view of the vending machine and soccer field across the way. "i just thought maybe i'd grown a bit cheerier since i met you guys."

"that's all." nanba doesn't see the party staring in shocked silence.

saeko, han, and zhao exchange fond looks.

nanba chugs his tea as ichiban approaches.

ichiban bumps his drink hand against nanba's.

"well, we already knew that, man." ichiban grins so wide his eyes shut.

"yeah, you smile a lot more than you did before, nan-chan." saeko concurs, offering him her chip bag.

nanba looks up, eyes wide. "ichiban... you guys..."

a hand lands on nanba's shoulder.

arm slung over his friend's back, ichiban cheerfully assures "and i noticed that you got some new lenses on your glasses, too." nanba's face falls.

the party loses it. saeko collapses on adachi, both doubled over in laughter, zhao cackles as his glasses fall off, and han clutches his head in despair.

"i didn't change anything about my glasses!" nanba roars. on the ground, a plastic bag of leftover snacks reads "#56 nanba's transformation".

end image description]