#i was painting my nails while answering this - that's why it took so long for me to respond lol

[auxiliarydetective]

In love with The True Halfling and I must know more about her

Oooookay, let me see if I can get everything together. I can't find where I wrote down my notes or maybe I didn't write anything down at all, but let me gather together what I can scrape out from my brain. Disclaimer though, I haven't seen the movies yet, which is a crime, so I can't really go into detail on movie events. I haven't read the books either. But I have second-hand and wiki knowledge profound enough to come up with a concept that I will later go insane over once I do watch the movies :)

First of all, the True Halfling is so old that she's part Fallohide. She's from the time when the Hobbit breeds were still clearly separate things. She also has a significant amount of Teleri blood on her elven side which may or may not be the reason for her musical magic. Due to both being very old and getting stories told about her singing and instrument-playing and generally her very unique ability to fairly directly use magic, she becomes a bit of a legend. Unfortunately, she gets tired of being immortal. Yes, she can learn all of the songs in the world, learn all about the different races and cultures, witness it changing, all of that beautiful stuff that she wanted when she chose to become immortal, but she's tired of the fighting, tired of people coming to her and asking her to perform miracles. Additionally, as the years go on, her magic becomes weaker for some reason that she cannot figure out.

But then she travels to the Lonely Mountain one day, just when it is attacked by Smaug. And the True Halfling offers to sacrifice herself to protect the halls of the city, completing a ritual that lodges the Arkenstone into her body to channel her magic and puts her into a deep sleep that she will only awaken from once the dwarves return. I imagine she did something similar for the Glittering Caves before? Generally, I'm convinced that she's old but also not really because she spends multiple centuries just. Sleeping.

Either way, once Thorin and his company return, the True Halfling wakes up and unmerges with the Arkenstone but she's drowsy/weakened from the centuries of sleep (she says, but it's actually not true) and so she doesn't fight in the ensuing battle. Also, merging with the Arkenstone has left lasting cracks/scars on her body, so she is kind of very depressed about "losing her eternal beauty". After this, she disappears. She settles down in a small village as a storyteller and bard and stays laying low...

... until one Gandalf appears at her doors and asks her to help destroy the One Ring. She refuses, saying that she is done with fighting. But, the hobbit that she is, she can't let herself have Gandalf and the Fellowship leave without gaining anything. So, she invites them for a meal. And that was her big mistake because she finds herself fascinated with this mixed bag of a Fellowship, and becoming fast friends with both Legolas and Gimli, who are fascinated by her for her elven heritage and knowledge of songs and poetry and her history with Durin's Folk (especially the legend of her guarding the Lonely Mountain) respectively. Also, the hobbits love her. She knows a lot of songs, she makes amazing food, her house is a literal museum of art and music and different cultures... So, she lets herself be talked into the Fellowship. Adventures ensue. Also maybe a poly relationship with Legolas and Gimli??? I'll have to check the movies for fitting vibes.

So yeah, she doesn't have a good name yet, but it's gotta be magical, you know?

Either way, that's it. That's all that my brain could gather. Hope you like it :)

[harrywavycurly]

Secret Rendezvous Part 10: Not Red

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @emma-munson @aol19 @tlclick73 @prestinalove @kailey-firefly @fromasgardandback @therealgothamguardianfr @peaches-roses-sins @hiscrimsonangel @furiousladyking @angelina16torres-blog @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles @starrywhitenight @mrsjellymunson @witchwolflea @jasminelafleur @ohmeg @comeonatmebruh @missmarch-99 @arthurcerverogf

A/N: I love your friendship with Gareth the next update will have some answers to some of y’all’s questions, so enjoy✨

“Are you actually in detention this time or is it more community service?” “Happy to see you too Gare Bear.” “Oh you’re so here for detention…what’d you do?” “Let’s see the paper says….oh this is great it says…reason for detention…using language unbecoming of a cheerleader of Hawkins High…but what they mean is Mr. Springer walked out of his class to me telling Jason to fuck off in the hallway after he made Chrissy upset.” “Sounds about right…” “what do you mean? It sounds about right that Jason made Chrissy upset or that I told him to fuck off?” “Uhm…uh…both?…actually?” “Relax I’m just fucking with you…why are you here?” “Oh I just wait in here on Thursdays until Eddie gets here for Hellfire.” “You…wait in detention for Eddie?” “Saying it out loud makes it sound…dumb but it’s just better than roaming the halls….uhm so…how’s…how’s Stacy?” “You haven’t texted her? Gareth she gave you her number like two days ago what the hell?” “I’m nervous! What if she gave it to me just so I’ll leave her alone?” “She gave it to you so you wouldn’t leave her alone you dingus! Text her right now or I’m never speaking to you again.” “Okay okay…what…what do I say?” “You say hey this is Gareth sorry it took me so long to text you I’m an idiot.” “I’m not saying that…or at least not the part about being an idiot….what are you doing?” “We have a game tomorrow and my nails looks like shit so I’m painting them…what else are you supposed to do in detention while Mrs. Taylor sleeps?” “Oh…you have to paint your nails and stuff for games?” “Yeah? You have to look perfect…you’re representing your school and all that shit so…yeah it’s important to look good…now what color?…just not red.” “Oh that’s a lot of…pressure…but why not red that’s a good color?” “Gareth do you even go here? What are our school colors?” “Oh yeah…not red…go with green then.” “Excellent choice…so I’m sorry again…for leaving you at the party.” “We’ve been over this…it’s fine I was having a good time with Stacy and you were having a good time with Hank-” “you know damn well that’s not his name.” “Shit sorry no need to hit me…but really it’s fine but uh did you have a good time?” “Yeah it was…okay…” “Emerson!” “Looks like your ride to the drama room is here.” “You two still haven’t talked?” “Nope…now go kick some weird fantasy troll or zombie ass.” “It’s been like three days…” “Emerson let’s fucking go!” “Ohh daddy is using his mean voice you better listen to him.” “Don’t say shit like that…but you’re okay though right?” “Gareth!” “Yes Gareth I’m okay…now really go before Eddie walks in here and drags you out and then I’ll have to kick his ass and redo my nails.” “Okay…see you later?” “Yeah I’ll text you when I’m home.” “Okay…enjoy detention!”

[exercise-of-trust]

everyone clap and cheer for my beautiful daughter who has every disease 🥰 her name is þerindë because her wheel is made out of an embroidery hoop; she is entirely handmade and boy howdy does it show

a whole bunch of things have stopped working since i took that video last night and i'm not sure how much more wherewithal i have to keep messing with her, but i did manage to spin about two feet of something before then! so i'm showing her off a bit now, and if i can figure out what-all i fucked up maybe you'll see more of her in the future. some process and progress photos under the cut (not a tutorial. do not do this. i cannot sufficiently stress how bad of an idea this was and is*)

(*if you are going to do this and have questions not answered here i am always happy to answer them, inbox and dms are open etc, but like. i would strongly advise against it)

here's the hoop! it's about a foot across, with a groove carved out with a speedball. this ended up being way too shallow (who'd'a'thunk) so the final version is a lot deeper than what you're seeing here. the paint stirrers are held in with straight pins because i was worried regular nails would just crack the hoop lmao. my girl is so deeply and profoundly scuffed <3

the flyer is made from three cedar shingles glued together because i didn't have a solid piece of wood large enough. astonishingly nothing broke while i was sawing out the rough shape and it whittled down pretty nicely! the hooks are scrap 2mm copper wire, the orfice is a couple inches of plastic drinking straw, and the pulley wheel is also hand-carved, which is why it looks like a fucked-up oreo and has the weird hitch at the top of the spin that you probably saw in the video 🙃 frankly i am astonished it works as well as it does

the wheel frame is. man. the axle supports haven't broken yet but frankly it's a miracle they're still in place with how much strain they're under every time. the original base was that weird little bit of paint stirrer, which (shocker) did not work out in the long run; it's been replaced by an offcut from the frame and is significantly more sturdy now. it's surprisingly level, though, and turns pretty smoothly all things considered!

the frame was a nightmare start to finish; i've never done any serious woodworking before in my life and the whole thing was just kind of slapped together without a plan or any sort of concrete measurement. it wobbles so fucking bad and every few hours i have to push a couple of the parts back together where the nails are sort of drifting out of the wood. you may observe a weird post sticking out the left side of the mother-of-all; that is supposed to be for scotch tensioning. does it actually do that? sort of! the belt is a length of cotton crochet thread that is, after much fiddling, just the right size to not slip out more than once every three minutes.

treadling was another pain to figure out and i think i probably made it way more complicated than it needed to be. it still doesn't work very well and i can't tell if that's something i can fix hardware-wise or if i just have to suck it up and practice a lot more. turns out feet are not as coordinated as hands! i would say "now i know for next time!" but frankly i am never doing this again. you couldn't pay me. speaking of which, i did the math and at my current pre-tax hourly salary i could've bought two brand-new ashford travelers with the number of hours i spent building my awful rickety daughter. at the end of the day, do i love her? immensely. is she "good"? by no stretch of the imagination.

anyway. this was a terrible use of my time <3 but i do finally feel confident enough in all the parts of a spinning wheel and what they're for that i can brave the dangers of facebook marketplace's "spinning wheel" category without getting too badly scammed! which is pretty valuable in its own right, i guess.

[skrrts]

Hey, are you busy right now? ft. HONGJOONG (drabble series)

✧ gn! reader x kim hongjoong ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, fluff, dating, video call ✧ word count: 904

You tried your best, really, but after hours of studying, you can't read another page. Calling your boyfriend seems like a good idea for a small break: When Hongjoong finally calls you back after missing your attempt of doing so, you can't help but wonder if he’s the one who needs to be reminded that breaks from work are important. It's hard to be upset with him when he's all sleepy, though.

You looked at your phone, pouting a little as it was ringing but it did not seem as if Hongjoong would pick up. No, you did not really blame him, honestly. If anything, he hopefully was asleep. Your boyfriend had an awful habit of overworking himself, accepting one or two too many projects at once.

You pushed yourself out of your seat, venturing into the kitchen to prepare a snack when you heard the soft buzzing of your phone, leading to you almost running, barely avoiding falling over your backpack when you answered.

It was dark, curtains keeping out the light but you could see a figure moving before a pretty face showed, barely visible in the dim light of the phone screen.

“Good morning,” his voice was still full of sleep but he smiled softly, tapping a painted nail against the screen

“It’s six in the evening, handsome,” you chuckled and he blinked, seemingly paying attention to the little clock on his phone.

“Oops,” his sleepy smile was one of the best, it was before all the worries of the day took over, Hongjoong always tried to hide all of them but you had gotten used to them.

“You need to work less, babe. What do I do with you?” you sighed as you closed your books.

Hongjoong rolled on his back, looking innocently: “I know… I just have a hard time to say no when they ask me if I can help out. For now, this is tough, I know but in the long run, once I made myself a name in the production scene, I will get better projects with more free time.”

For a moment, you stood there, contemplating, before carefully placing your phone on your nightstand, taking your backpack, and shoving things in.

“That’s not it silly, you need to look out for your health! I bet you did not only overwork yourself again but didn’t even have a proper meal, did you?” you held in and there was a hint of flush on your boyfriend's cheek, visible even in the dark.

“Maybe…?”

“Kim Hongjoong! What do I do with you and your bad habits?” he looked a little shy when you called him out by his full name but you chuckled, taking your phone.

“I just need to make sure you stay healthy. I know how important this is for you but you also need breaks, for your own sake and because your favorite person needs some of your attention too and to know you are doing okay.”

He chuckled, slipping out of bed, and turning on some lights: “Why do I feel like I was supposed to scold you? Did you study again for several hours without a break?”

You grinned: “Possible but now I was given a good excuse to stop with that for the day. I will pack a few things and come over, stay for a few days, if that's okay? I have the rest of the week off and I can just study at your place while you are off to work.”

Hongjoong hummed: “Challenging, when I have the most stunning person staying at my place, I am not sure if I can leave. There are so many things I’d rather do then: kiss, cuddle, whisper I love you over and over.”

Oh, you liked the sound of that. There was nothing better than falling asleep, feeling his arms curling around you by the time he came home and waking up with his pretty face snuggled closely to yours. The way how Hongjoong loved to cling to you from behind, eyes closed, chin resting against your shoulder, lazily following along while you prepare breakfasts, loose kisses here and there.

“I am afraid, you will have to take the risk,” you winked and the books landed in the bag too. Now you only needed to change into some other clothes and you would be good to go.

“Do you want me to buy food? We can cook together too. Honestly, I think I worked hard enough today, I deserve a break too.”

Hongjoong tilted his head: “Mh, cooking sounds fun.”

You clapped your hands together, smiling: “Gotcha! I’ll stop at the grocery store then. Anything else?”

You looked at Hongjoong in your screen and your cheeks turned red because he was looking at you in this very specific way, the one when he did not say I love you with words but his eyes.

“What’s with that gaze?” you asked shyly.

Hongjoong just smiled softly: “Nothing, was just thinking how lucky I am, having this amazing person kicking my butt cutely and loving this silly me.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled: “Somebody’s sappy this mor… evening but yes, he can count for that person always to be there!”

Your boyfriend grinned, leaning in a whisper: “So, would that person maybe … like to move in with me? Then we’d not have to do this via phone but in person… Instead, you could wake me up cutely with kisses and whisper how stunning I look, even with messy hair.”

Oh this guy! 

“Joong!”

He laughed: “Sorry!”

You bit your lip, looking at him: “But… I’d like that. Let’s do it.”

Hongjoong turned on the lights in his kitchen and opened the cupboard. In there were two cups you did not know yet, very likely handpainted by him, with his and your name on, in your favorite colors and cute prints.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

[silverofthunder]

Secondo (Papa Emeritus II) x GN!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’. That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

content: 1.2k words, gn!reader, smut, hurt/comfort, romance, Google translated Italian (so mistakes are possible), NSFW

Oh gosh, I did it, I actually wrote a bit of smut. It's been years since I've done that and I wasn't supposed to do it now but my hands... slipped. A part of me is kind of proud that I stepped out of my usual zone but I'm also scared to publish this. But here we go...

You were again in Secondo’s bed, the man holding you in place by your hips as he thrusted into you while his lips were devouring your neck, mouthing along the line of your collarbone. As his lips traveled up to your neck, his teeth scraped your sensitive skin and a low, breathy sound escaped from your lips as he reached the spot right under your ear.

Your skin felt burning hot, the thin layer of sweat covering your body, your nails digging into Secondo’s back as he sped up and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax. Secondo’s moves were on the right side of roughness – just how you liked it. It was easy to get drunk on that feeling – him holding you firmly, kissing you like he owned you.

Secondo murmured something in Italian and your hazy mind could only guess what he was saying. However, his low, throaty voice made you melt, your heart pound in your chest and you whined as he quickened his thrusts even more. You could feel your hands start to shake, nails scratching Secondo’s back and it only took a few more thrusts before you came, your back arching, moan echoing in the room as your orgasm tingled through you.

Secondo finished inside you only a moment later with a low grunt, his thumbs pressing into your hips and a part of you hoped they would leave a mark on your skin, even a faint one. But you knew there would be no marks.

And then, way too soon, became the slight chillness as Secondo pulled away. You resisted the urge to reach out and pull him close, instead you opened your eyes and saw Secondo standing beside the bed, looking at you. His face paints were slightly smudged and the look in his eyes made your heart sting unpleasantly. There wasn’t coldness or softness – it was more like ’you know how this goes’.

That’s how it had been ever since you two had started to sleep together.

Slowly you got up from the bed, your legs feeling a bit jelly, and you did your best to ignore the feeling as Secondo’s cum leaked out of you. It made a mess while you gathered your clothes and you grimaced when you finally put the clothes on. You knew you had to leave, though you didn’t want to. It had been months – you weren’t sure how many exactly – since this all started and along the way you had realized that you wanted more.

And it seemed that you were the only one wanting more.

Secondo had covered his lower body with a towel, still looking at you as you stepped closer to him. He had looked always a bit intimidating to you but it was a part that made him intriguing. His eyes never left yours and you reached out to touch his arm, a move you knew was a bit risky. However, Secondo didn’t pull away yet his brows furrowed and you bit your lower lip.

”Why are you doing this?” you finally asked. Secondo let out a sigh, moving his gaze to the side, and for a fleeting moment he looked a bit pained. Then the usual, unreadable expression was back and your heart leapt in your chest.

”Go,” he said.

This time you weren’t having that. You weren’t going to leave until you got some answers.

”No,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady. ”I don’t want to be treated like this anymore.”

Secondo turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head.

”You’re too good for me,” he spoke quietly.

You blinked, not quite sure what Secondo meant by that. Surely it couldn’t be…?

”How so?”

With a long sigh, Secondo took a hold of your hand, removing it from his arm but keeping your hands joined. You studied Secondo’s face and it seemed his features had now softened. His expressions were always kind of hard to read and while it could be annoying as hell on some moments, it was still one of the qualities that was fascinating.

”Because you’re still with me,” Secondo answered. ”You still keep agreeing to this all even though it hurts you.”

You let out a small, desperate laugh-like noise.

”Yes, it hurts, but this seems to be the only way I can have you. Or at least a part of you.”

Secondo shifted, lifting his free hand up and for a moment he seemed to think what to do with it until he hesitantly settled it under your chin. It made your heart ache and you had to close your eyes to fight back tears. This was new – Secondo hadn’t been like this before. He hadn’t wanted any physical contact after the sex nor had he talked much after either.

”I haven’t much to offer to you,” Secondo said, a hint of sadness in voice.

You opened your eyes, meeting Secondo’s gaze and it was enough for the tears to flow. The usual hard edge had disappeared from the man’s eyes, replaced with something much softer. Longing, maybe, and fear. Your heart ached even more and it felt hard to breathe.

”I wanted you close, but…” Secondo paused, sliding his hand to your cheek, using his thumb to brush away your tears. ”I didn’t want to get too attached.”

”But you did,” you managed to say and Secondo nodded, offering the faintest of smiles.

”Mi dispiace,” he said, now cupping your face with his both hands. ”I hoped that if I kept being… distant after, it would be easier for me. But it wasn’t.”

You hummed, lifting your hand to Secondo’s bare chest and giving him a light shove.

”Oh, you foolish man,” you said affectionately, running your fingers through the hairs on Secondo’s chest. ”You should know that you’re very lucky that I like you.”

Something that resembled a smile passed Secondo’s lips again.

”See? You’re too good for me.”

You cocked your head to the side, leaning more into Secondo’s touch.

”I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

”I know,” Secondo stated, leaning closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the sudden act of affection – it was such a huge contrast to the atmosphere that had been between you a moment ago.

Somewhere deep down you had known that there was this softer side in Secondo, too.

”Can you finally let me in?” you asked, pushing Secondo gently a bit farther and tapping his chest, knowing he would understand what you meant with the gesture. This all had become a mess due to fact that you hadn’t communicated properly and it had caused you both to get hurt.

”You already have me,” Secondo said, his voice soft, and you knew it was a promise. That everything would be okay eventually.

With a sigh you wrapped your arms around Secondo, burying your head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. It was comforting to finally have this, the closeness you had longed for every time you had been with Secondo.

”I’m sorry,” the man then whispered, voice thick with emotion this time. You hugged him tighter, pressing a light kiss on his neck. Secondo let out a light gasp, his hands settling on your sides, squeezing them gently.

And then you finally heard the words you had wanted to hear so many times before.

”Per favore, resta con me.”

[t-tomuras]

Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki x F!reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral ( reader receiving ), virginity loss ( reader ), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, light biting / nipping, aftercare, if I missed anything let me know.

Notes: I havent written him in almost 2 years, Im glad its something kinda soft for my beloved @ghostbeam

“What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?” A teasing sentence, said with a lidded gaze and lazy smile, a half smoked cigarette half haphazardly dangling from long digits. Exhaled along with his plume of smoke before he takes another drag. You’d seen him around, lingering on the fringes of your vision seemingly everywhere you went now. 

Finally approaching him after extended eye contact where neither of you chose to look away after being caught. He wasn’t shy in the slightest, his smirk and soft chuckle before looking forward again urging your feet towards him. 

“What makes you think I’m so good?” Voice high and cute, higher than he’s heard before from his eavesdropping. Your smile is more alluring up close.

“I know ‘em when I see ‘em doll,” the man takes a final drag before flicking the but off his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out beneath his leather boot, “names Dabi.” 

You smile, tell him your name and it feels like your fate is sealed then. Encountering him in public more frequently whether it be seeing him propped in an alleyway leisurely before you garner his attention by the call of his name or unceremoniously nudging against him. Standing close to him and following him into the parts of town you never would’ve thought to venture to before; encouraged only by the jerk of his head accompanied by his lazy smirk and lidded gaze. 

Altering your everyday life after only a few short interactions, staged for you to think you’ve encountered him organically when, truthfully, Dabi had sought you out. It wasn’t hard, it was easy to figure out your routine, where you liked to frequent. You liked to visit the park often, take the scenic route on your way into town while running errands and before long you’d look to the shadows and the shade for him or any dark corners with a smile on your face. 

So trusting and compliant with a virtual stranger like himself and one that never strayed too far into the sunlight, never exposed too much of his skin until you were in the deserted parts of the city with him. You’ve never asked about his burns, only if it hurts but you chewed your lip when he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger the first and only time he answered you. Pulling at the plump flesh with an intense gaze before the burning turquoise met your gaze once more with the cool breeze of his voice, “can’t feel a thing.” 

Exciting and captivating you further, entranced by the enigma that he was and at first, Dabi could admit he found you fun. Engaging with you out of pure happenstance, a passing whim to continue to subtly garner your attention. 

A mistake to continue to revel in it.  

But he wants to be a little selfish. Can’t help it, not with how you fill any silence between you with idle chatter but it never feels bothersome. Dabi likes the sound and begins to prefer it and your company over that of the other members of the league; making up the excuse that’s why he follows you around on your mundane errands with his sunglasses on and his collar pulled high over his chin.

Unaware of the actual scope of the effect you’ve had on him until he asks you for a second time, on a random day as he sits on the floor of your bedroom while you paint his nails. “What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?” 

He says it with his usual bored tone and you simply shrug your shoulders without looking up. Smaller fingers holding tightly to the healthy part of his hands as you carefully paint the matte black polish onto his fingernails. 

Maybe you wanted to piss off your father, hell if only you knew how much he understood you there. But you, oh bringing you home he’s certain that’s something his father would have agreed was a good decision. Idly, especially when you look up momentarily to smile at him with those glittering eyes of yours, he’s more than certain his mother would have loved you before he swipes away the insidious thoughts. He has no business having them, that wasn’t a life for him anymore, nor was one he could even offer you but he’s lost in you. 

Craves it the more he sneaks away to indulge in your company, morphed the desire to hear sweeter sounds. Honeyed moans and breathy sighs, his lids fluttering every time you gasp for innocent reasons only feeding the visions of himself pulling them from you provocatively. It spurs his movements now, moves his muscles as he retracts his hand from you even though you’ve barely finished the final coat to the last nail. Too far gone to back off, in too deep not to satiate his hunger he’d unknowingly cultivated. 

Dabi takes the applicator from your hand and barely deposits it safely back into his home, muffling your confusion by sealing his lips over yours. 

He’s kissed you before, chaste but just as spontaneous as this one; not nearly as deep and charged with intent. The way you melt so easily into him paired with the soft sound he pulls from you is the final nail in his coffin. Dabi couldn’t hold back now if he wanted to. 

His body presses into yours, broad palm slipping to the small of your back as he lays you down with the other hand moves from cupping your jaw to caress the curve of your skull. Tilting you to his liking while he slots between your thighs, pressing into your center as his tongue swipes over yours greedily to earn the sweet moans that have plagued him. 

But it’s when he rolls his hips into yours, when you feel his growing rigidity that you tense and push hesitantly at his chest. Dabi instantly pulls back, jared from his trance as he looks at you with darkened hues, panting for breath as he searches your features. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to find the words but failing as the blood that roars in your ears also heats your skin. Anxious to tell him your inexperience but Dabi chuckles, leaning back and shushing you as he scoots back on your plush carpet. 

“I’ve got you,” a low purr as he carefully pulls at your flimsy shorts, slow and deliberate as you raise your hips to aid him in the action, “always bite your lip when you’re nervous by the way.” 

“No I don’t,” as you catch yourself performing the tell before you pinch the bridge of your nose, “shut up.” 

He chuckles at that, pulling down your underwear next as he settles on his stomach. Deft digits massaging into the opposite thigh of the one his cheek now rests on, playfully blowing cool breath onto your exposed sex. Fixing you with a hungry gaze as you prop yourself onto your forearms, thighs trembling with the urge to bring your knees together. 

Dabi gives a lazy grin, leaning close with a slow blink and you can feel his breath fan over you, “make me.” Only able to choke on a surprised squeak when he places a kiss to your throbbing bud before his lips wrap around it. Sucking gingerly as a tease until your head lolls back with a breathy sigh. 

Goading him to turn it into a long moan like he’s desired. Flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before dropping his jaw to suck at your cunt fully. Splitting your folds with his tongue as your thighs clamp around his head, the vibrations of his low hum sending shocks of electricity up your spine and overwhelming your senses quickly. The cool feel of his staples bite into the fat of your inner thigh, adding a contrastingly delightful feel to his treatment. Fanning the flames into an inferno in your veins as your hips start to roll into his face. 

Calling his name in quick babbles before long, bringing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet the sweet moans only for Dabi to grab at your wrist. Glaring at you over your mound as he sucks harshly at your clit in warning, forcing your lips apart in a throaty moan at the feel. 

It’s when you feel his fingers tease at your entrance, prod carefully at the tight ring before slipping his ring finger in to the first knuckle that you cum for the first time. Making Dabi groan himself, eyes rolling as he continues to push into your fluttering hole. Pressing up into the velvet walls so your hips buck harshly into his mouth and out of sync with the laps of his tongue until his long digit is buried to the last knuckle. 

Arching when you feel his index added just as slowly, squeezing his head again with a whimper as he scissors his fingers and twists his wrist. Drinking in the sweet taste of your cunt, your juices dribbling down his chin by the second time he brings you to release. Leaning up to push at his head, nails scratching delicately at his scalp, “Dabi, please.” 

Begging for mercy or more, neither of your are sure but you’re exhausted from his treatment for certain. 

“I hear ya, baby,” his voice a deeper timber, kissing your clit as he rises from between your thighs. You fall flat onto your back, chest slightly heaving as you rest. Peeking with a tilt of your head when you head the clinking of his belt buckle, watching intently as his thumbs dip into the waistband of his boxerbriefs after he’s unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.

“Enjoying the show?” Dabi tuts playfully, angling his jaw as he slips the loose material of his jeans to pool around his knees first. Dipping down and taking your lips in a kiss, letting his tongue caress yours to give you a full taste of yourself on him as he frees himself of his bottoms completely. Kicking away the jeans with a noisy clatter from his chunky belt and leaving them in a heap. 

His hand slips between your bodies, grasping his shaft as his thumb spreads the beading pre from his weeping slit. Pumping languidly before aligning himself with your slit, rutting to coat himself in your wetness with a pleased hiss. 

Dabi can feel you tense beneath him, gripping at his upper arm despite how you try and calm yourself. He’s confident in how he’s prepped you, you’re certain he’d take care of you. 

But the repeated reassurance is welcomed, appreciated, “relax. I’ve got you.” Whispered between peppered kisses more than once. 

“I know you do,” you respond quietly, letting your arms loop around his neck when you feel the fat tip prod at your still fluttering entrance. He kisses you more insistently as he presses forward, lips hard against yours as he distracts you from the initial stretch. Rutting his hips short and slowly to have you adjust to the size but he does well in having you focus on the pull of your hair. The scrape of his nails carefully at your scalp, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before he’s bottomed out in you. 

Unable to withhold the relieved groan at the snug fit, at the way your walls squeeze and pulse around his cock and you’re glad for it. It makes your heart soar that you feel as good for him as he does for you. You both share the thought, it means more than simply physically but that’s something for later on down the road. 

Dabi’s thighs tremble after a long moment, waiting for you to give him permission to please the both of you with bated breath. Kissing at your jaw and throat, nipping at your earlobe with his hands firmly holding your hips when you pull your hips back testingly. Not moving very far with the way his weight pushes you into the floor but it’s enough to make him hiss. 

You repeat the motion and Dabi mirrors you but with an obviously experienced angle. Exhaling a shaky breath while you moan long and sweet into his ears before he sets his pace. Slow at first until you begin to meet his thrusts, your legs wrapping around his hips to push your heel into the back of his thigh. “More Dabi, more.” 

And he’s always been a man eager to please, hastening the rut of his hips until each clap of skin is interrupting a moan instead of punctuating it. 

"Are...you ok? Is this pace good enough?" Panting with his effort and through the pleasure he feels, a lazy grin spreading on his lips as you nod emphatically while you clutch to him. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop baby please,” gasped and pitchy, music to his heats, his sac tightening with his impending climax. 

The hand that’s rested firmly on your hip now pushes you into each thrust now as you build to you both build to blissful rapture, singing his name in a sinful hymn. One Dabi finds he’ll fall to his knees for often to hear if you’ll let him. Spilling into you after his finally pointed thrust tips you over the edge, squeezing him tightly as your cunt pulses in time with the waves of euphoria that wash over you. 

Dabi thrusts into you lazily, hips slowing to a halt while he sighs in relief. Tacky with sweat and the room feels warm from the coupling but he still wants to be close to you. Withdrawing his spent cock from you and chuckling when a small whimper sounds in your throat as if you weren’t twitching with each of his final rolls a moment prior. 

He leans back in his haunches as you untangle yourself from him. Lying on your back as Dabi massaged his thumbs into your hips to soothe any soreness. 

“Feeling alright baby?” He asks even as he watches how the tension leaves your features before you nod to him with a pretty sigh and a tired smile on your lips. 

Head lolling to the side to watch him as his hands move to your thighs. Repeating the action idly to both appendages before he moves to get dressed. Gathering your clothes and then his own, lying on his side next to you after only slipping on his underwear. Reaching for your phone when you scoot closer to tuck into his chest. 

Lying quietly with him as he mindlessly scrolls through your socials with his free hand drawing indistinguishable patterns into your back. Wondering to yourself how a great guy like himself could ever think he’s bad for you.

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧·˚ three small moments when elias realized he was in love

𝓲.

“do you think if we met under better circumstances we would still be together?”

“yes.”

elias doesn’t even hesitate at your question and you feel you heart flutter at his confident answer.

“i would’ve asked you out regardless.”

you can’t help but grin.

“why?”

“i don’t want to sound creepy.” elias chuckles nervously and you join in his laughter in an attempt to soothe his nerves.

“come on just tell me, please.” you move closer to him on the couch and he places his arm around you.

“i thought you were really good looking and just my type. honestly if that bomb hadn’t gone off i probably would’ve gone home and thought about you till the next morning— i don’t know this sounds creepy.”

“no no it’s cute, i want to hear more.”

elias sighs in defeat before continuing.

“i don’t know something about you was just so eye catching. maybe it was the way you fidgeted with your fingers when you were waiting for a customer to come up for assistance or the way you adjusted your necklace like three different times in the same minute.”

“you really liked watching me huh?”

the obvious statement makes something in elias’ brain click. he’s never been so observant with anyone like this before, you’re the first that he’s ever been so invested in.

“yeah uh i guess i do.”

𝓲𝓲.

“you gotta stay still i’m not very good at this.”

you’ve been doing elias’ nails for at least a solid half hour, you keep seeming to mess up but thankfully elias seems to have the patience of a saint.

“you’re doing great. just take your time, i’m in no rush anyway.”

elias watches as you nod and continue carefully painting the black polish on his fingernails. with anyone else he would tell them to hurry up or just take over entirely, but once again with you it’s different.

he doesn’t feel the need to rush you or groan at the fact you’re taking so long to simply paint his nails. he should be getting upset and frustrated that such a simple thing as taken so long, but he can’t seem to care how long it takes while you’re here with him.

“okay i think that’s as good as they’re gonna get, i’m sorry i really tried.”

“nonsense they’re better than anything i could do.”

“really?”

he nods and for the next fifteen minutes elias explains how much he loves how well you did his nails. from how well the paint job is to the time you took to get it perfect just for him.

“you’re just saying that.”

“nah, i don’t like lying to you. i very much mean whatever i say to you.”

you feel your face grow warm at the honesty.

“thank you.”

𝓲𝓲𝓲.

you had been asleep on elias for over two hours now and elias himself just couldn’t find it in him to sleep as peacefully as you. he laid awake staring at the ceiling thinking about how much you’ve changed who his is. he started to wonder if maybe he had gotten too soft.

“elias..?”

your sleepy voice pulls elias out of his thoughts and he quickly looks down at you. he swears the image of you in that moment made his heart skip two beats. you look too cute, all sleepy with messy hair and your eyes barely opened. he clears his throat before speaking to you.

“what’s up? you okay?”

“nightmare.”

“i thought i felt you flinch awake. was it brewhouse again?” what else could it be? he thought to himself.

“it was just so loud, it startled me.”

“i get that, i’m right here if you need me.”

you move up to rest on the pillow with him instead of his chest and elias wraps his arm around your waist.

“i know, thank you.”

you close your eyes and rest your head a few inches away from his and elias watches as you fall back asleep.

he can’t help but lean his head against yours gently and decide to try to fall asleep once again.

he falls asleep with ease.

made with a glitter gel pen✨

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[elsfavor1te]

ellie hurt/comfort plsplspls i have no ideas i just want ellie so bad!!!!!

answering my first ask ever!! this is also like the first thing i’ve ever written for someone so.. i hope this lives up to your expectations anon!! send me more stuff this is fun .

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ellie williams x fem!reader. (i don’t think there’s any actual mention of reader being a female but i’m putting it just to be safe.)

warnings: sfw. hurt/comfort. some angst? overthinker!reader. little jesse slander? use of pet name ‘baby’. no use of ‘y/n’ lowercase intended!! lmk if i forgot anything <3

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your feet hurt from the back and forth pacing you had been doing for the past 30 minutes. though, the pulsing in the soles of your feet didn’t take away from the churning in your stomach or the thoughts running through your head.

you were literally worrying yourself sick.

your heart ached as you thought back to the argument between you and ellie. the words that were said. her scoff as she walked out of the door and slammed it behind her.

you and ellie rarely ever argued but when you did it wasn’t unfamiliar for her to leave for a bit to calm herself down. she isn’t the most rational when she’s angry and she knows that. so to avoid saying or doing anything she doesn’t mean she usually steps out to calm down but she always comes back.

always.

she had never been gone for this long before though. it had been nearly 2 hours. the longest she had ever left you before was 20 minutes at most and even then, she felt terrible.

your eyes welled with tears again at the possibility that you had really messed up this time. that she finally had enough and decided you weren’t worth it anymore.

the deep breath you took and seat on the couch was a pathetic attempt at calming yourself down. you had thought about leaving and going to find her multiple times but what if, in the time you were looking for her, she came home to look for you? sure you were overthinking but it wasn’t a chance you were willing to take.

in an endeavor to take your mind off of things, you glanced around you and ellie’s home. the pictures that had accumulated over months nailed into your walls, pictures of you and her, your loved ones, just stuff ellie drew. the trinkets that littered the shelves from lucky patrol runs. the memories tucked into every corner. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a pain like this, it feels like someone has your heart in their hand. progressively tightening their grip.

your eyes glide across the room once more before locking in on the chipped paint of the front door. as a last resort you lie down and bring your knees up to your chest. the couch groaning under your weight was the only noise to be heard apart from your spaced out sniffles and the wind whipping against your home from all angles.

you have no other choice but to watch the door and wait.

———

the sound of boots being kicked off was a telltale sign that someone was home. your eyes flew open, locking in ellie’s short auburn hair and her faded flannel as she locked the door.

“oh baby, i didn’t mean to wake y-“

she was cut off by the broken sob that left your lips. her expression morphed into one of panic as you stood and wrapped your arms around her, the sound of your breath quickening. her response was immediate,

“why the tears, love? did something happen? are you okay?” her arms tighten around you. she hopes you don’t notice the way she tenses at the thought of something happening to you while she was gone.

you back away from her a little, still never leaving the warmth of her embrace,

“w-what do you mean ‘why the tears’ ellie?? you left me for-“ your eyes jump to the clock. “3 whole hours.”

“what? n-“

you cut her off. “i thought you were leaving me, els.”

the crack in your voice and tremble in your hands against her back was heartbreaking for ellie. “baby no. i would never- ever leave you. i was coming back to you when maria stopped me and practically begged me to help her with something for tommy. i sent jesse to let you know i might be awhile but that i loved you, & that i was sorry.“

by the time she was done explaining your sobs had reduced to small sniffles. “well now i feel dramatic … and a little stupid.”

“you aren’t stupid, he’s stupid. god i’m gonna break his fucking neck.” her green eyes were clouded as she gently swiped her thumbs over your cheeks to rid them of tears.

you tuck your head into her flannel with a small laugh before looking back at her with a slight smile on your face. “i love you.. we just never leave arguments for that long and it scared me. i can’t lose you.”

“you and i are endgame baby. there’s no way in hell i could ever leave you,” her fingers interlocks with yours. “..i don’t wanna think about what my life would be without you in it.”

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

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Tag list: @beachcombers-boyfriend @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvizuku

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Your POV:

I sat in the park with Lloyd and his friends, my back leaning against Kai’s as I scrolled on TikTok.

Kai was playing a game of cards with Zane while Jay and Cole where chasing each other around for god knows what, all I heard was something about Jay liking someone’s instagram with Cole’s account.

Lloyd was sat a few feet away from me while Nya painted his nails. We had all gotten our nails painted in our favourite colour by Nya, Lloyd was the very last one.

“Oh, would you look at this,” I grinned, catching the attention of Kai, Nya, Zane and Lloyd, not knowing if Cole and Jay had heard me as they had just landed in the grass about ten feet away, still arguing.

“A quiz made by a girl on tiktok,” I grinned. “Which Ninja is your soulmate?” I quoted and they all shared glances before laughing.

“A what now?” Cole and Jay both looked up from where they had been fighting.

“Shall I take the ultimate test?” I asked, clicking the link. It hadn’t take me long to realise that if Lloyd was the green ninja, that his friends where the other ninja and who would be who.

Kai turned around to look over my shoulder as I took the ultimate test.

“Oh, look at that, how classic, what is my favourite colour,” I chuckled at the question.

“That is such bullshit, the answers are only the colours of our gi,” Kai said from behind me.

“But what is your favourite colour?” Jay grinned and I shot a glance at Lloyd, who gave me a look.

“Gotta be green, right?” He asked and I pursed my lips.

“I have two favourite colours.” I said and chuckled. “One of them is in fact green…” I announced, making Lloyd grin. “The other is red, so which do I choose?” I asked.

“Red, obviously,” Kai already clicked before I even had the chance, making me laugh and Lloyd let out an offended noice.

“Which of these animals is your favourite,” I read the question. “An orca, a falcon, a snake, a horse, a tiger or a dog,” I read and frowned. “And who would be who?” I looked around the group.

“Zane is probably the falcoln,” Nya said. “and I am probably the orca, because water,” she reasoned. “But the others, no idea,”

I shrugged and just clicked f/a.

I answered a few more questions and then my results came in, making Kai burst out laughing.

“Who is it?” Jay asked excitedly, while Kai just kept laughing and an amused smile formed on my face.

“The Earth ninja is your soulmate,” I read aloud, making Nya and Jay also burst out laughing.

“I guess this is it Lloyd,” Cole grinned. “Seems like she’s leaving you for me,” he said and Lloyd gave him an unamused look.

“Sorry Lloyd, but it was Cole from the start,” I said dramatically. Cole winked at me and I blew him a kiss as reaction, making the others laugh even harder and even Lloyd chuckled a bit.

After that, we all went back to what we where doing, Cole joined Kai and Zane with their card game and Jay sat next to me to watch TikTok’s.

After a while, I got a call from an unknown number and frowned.

“Who’s that?” Jay asked and I shrugged.

“No idea,” I answered, making Jay grin brightly. “Pick up and put your phone on speaker, these calls are always interesting,” he said and I smiled and did as he asked.

“Hello? Who’s this?” I asked and my eyebrows raised when I heard the voice on the other side.

“Hey, N/n, it’s James,” he started off. “First off, I want to tell you that I love you so much and you are my best friend in the whole world,” he said and I could hear Luna in the background as she let out an offended noice.

“Yes,” I said sceptically. “And then?” I questioned and we all heard him awkwardly chuckle.

“Can I borrow 12.000 dollars?” He asked and my eyes widened in shock. “Please?” He quickly added.

“Twelve- what did you do? Why do you need it?” I asked, all eyes where now on me as everyone was interestedly what the hell was happening.

“No improtant, just first tell me yes or no,” he pleaded. “We’ll pay you back,” he said and I huffed.

“You better pay me back if I’m spending that much money on you- what do you need it for?” I asked and there was a pause on the other side.

“An escape room?” He said hesitantly and I heard Luna laugh in the background.

“What kind of escape room costs 12.000 dollars?” I asked and it was silent on the other side again.

“Jail,” he then said and I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again, not knowing what to say for a moment.

“JAMES CHAPMAN WHAT DID YOU DO?” I yelled out and he nervously chuckled.

It was Luna’s idea,” he started.

“Was not!” She yelled at him from the background.

“Please, N/n, we’ll tell you later- but you’re like- the only person with this kind of money that we know, and we can’t bail ourselves out, so we called you,” he said and I groaned.

“What do you mean ‘the only one’ the twins are richer then I am if you include their money,” I said and he nervously chuckled again.

“About that,” he said and I groaned.

“Please don’t tell me they’re also there,” I said and I heard him swallow on the other side.

“What? No, of course not,” he said and was silent for a moment. “Yeah, okay, they are also here.”

“Which prison are you, I’ll come get you,” I said and I stood up.

“Oh, don’t worry, we’re not in prison, just a holding cell, but they already gave us a bail price, so…” he spoke and I was silent for a few seconds.

“James,” I started. “How long have you been there?” I asked and I heard him silently conversing with the others before speaking again.

“Yeah… like one day, maybe one and a half, but we just came back from the judge and we need 12.000 in total to be bailed out,” he said and I let out a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll be there in an hour or less,” I said before hanging up.

“Can someone maybe bring me to the local police station?” I asked and I looked around the group who stared at me owlishly.

“Lloyd, what did you get yourself into?” Kai said before standing up. “Come on, trouble, I’ll take you to the police station to bail your friends out of jail,” he said.

With a sigh I followed after him, both getting into his car.

It took a while for me to be able to get the money, I did have to borrow some from my dad, who just decided not to even start asking questions.

Then it took about an hour at the police station, as they weren’t sure if they’d let me bail out all for of them, especially because I was only eighteen.

“Where did you even get all of this money?” The woman at the front desk asked. “You seem rather young,”

“The last time I checked that wouldn’t be any of your concern,” I told her. “I am just here to get my friends out for- whatever they even did,” I said and she gave me a look before typing away on her computer.

Finally, I managed to get them all out and stood outside, giving them all unamused glares as they did the walk off shame, being brought out by two officers.

“Hey, N/n,” James tried to say with a bright smile on his face. I scoffed and turned around, followed by Kai. The four exchanged glances before quickly following.

“You four have 5 minutes to explain to me what you did and I am giving you guys one day to pay me back,” I said sternly when we sat in the car.

Lloyd POV:

It was almost ten when Kai came walking into the monastery with an exhausted look on his face. Me and the others were seated in the couch, watching a movie.

“Lloyd,” he started and I looked over at him. “You’ve got one rich girlfriend with a bunch of idiotic friends,” he said and let out a heavy sigh.

“I am going to bed, I am so lost and confused, that girl is going to be our downfall, Jesus fuckign Christ,” he went grumbling down the hallway as we all laughed at him.

The next day, it was the third of December, and I had in fact, remembered the song that Y/n and her friends had made us listen to.

So, now I was making my way over to her house to personally hand her one of my sweaters before I had to back to the monastery and train with the others.

I knocked on the door and one of their staff opened up, smiling at me when she recognised me.

“Y/n, Lloyd is here!” She called up the stairs.

“Coming!” I heard my girlfriend yell before footsteps came running down the stairs. “Thank you,” she thanked her staff member before smiling at me.

“Lloyd, I thought you said you couldn’t hang out,” she leaned against the doorframe, a bit out of breath.

“Yeah, I can’t, but I came to bring you this,” I handed her the sweater and her mouth fell open slightly while the corners of her lips curled up.

She gave me an amazed look before crashing into me to hug me. “Thank you so much!” She said and kissed my cheek, making me chuckle.

“I need to get going now, but I’ll see you Tuesday, I’m covering for Kai’s self defence lessons,” I let her know and she grinned at me.

“I’ll see you then,” she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips before closing the door again.

God did I love her.

[azeretha]

In the middle of the night

Word count: 1368

He didn't know how to proceed. It was already night and he had been staring at papers and evidence for several hours. It was already painful to hold his wings upright. His mate was sleeping in the next room and all he wanted to do was go lay down next to her and cuddle with her. Or maybe he would wake her up the way she likes. Gods, there were so many things he would rather be doing than what he was doing now.

"Why are not you sleeping?" he turned his head and saw his intelligent, brave, clever and of course beautiful mate standing and leaning against the door frame. Her beautiful long hair was in a bun and she also had a headband that kept all her hair out of her face. Her eyes watched him with a reprimanding look and her body. That body. Her arms were crossed and her fingernails were painted with dark blue nail polish, one of her small signs of rebellion against society and the dress code. She was wearing his black sleeping tunic and loose pants.

"All the clothes you're wearing right now are mine," he said with one corner of his lips up.

She rolled her eyes. How he adored it when she did it. "Since my dear friend prefers to spend his time with peppers, I have to find something that will hug me at least a little while I sleep," he just spread his arms in response and his companion made her way to him.

She sat on his lap and he wrapped his huge arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I just don't know how to move forward in this case. It doesn't make sense," she looked into his eyes. He showed her everything in them. Fatigue, what he felt for her and also where he would rather be. Sighing, she looked back at the papers.

"So what do we know?"

"We know?" he asked. He loved it when she said that. They were a team and they were equal.

And so he began to explain everything to her. Who. Why. What he figured out and what he didn't understand. During that time, she listened and made them coffee.

They spent hours on it. Papers were everywhere. On the couch. On the table. Even on the walls. The whole room turned into a research zone.

"It's the wife!" his chosen one screamed.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you find out?"

She started to explain to him how she came up with it. She was running around the room and he was listening and watching her. When she finished, she turned to him and waited for his reaction.

He watched her in dumb amazement and didn't know which part of her to focus on "Why are wives so clever?"

"Because our partners will search us," she replied confidently.

"Because our husbands don't pay attention to us," she answered confidently.

Azriel stood up with all his confidence and arrogance. He approached her thoughtfully until he came to her. She didn't back down. She never backed down. “This husband and mate don't. This one admires his wife and mate and will adore her more than she can handle.”

She took a step closer to him and looked confidently into his eyes. "She can handle a lot. More than he could possibly imagine."

He took the headband off her head and let down her beautiful hair. He put them away from her right shoulder and whispered in her ear “Many people have told him that he has a great imagination. And also that he is very creative," he rolled up his tunic with his hands and pulled her close.

"Does he have any references? ,” her voice cracked. He kept hugging her hips with his hands and slowly kissed her neck.

He rolled up the tunic slowly but surely. He moved tunic from her hips to her waist until it reached the sides of her breasts. "Beauty raise your hands," she raised. The tunic fell to the ground. He looked at the woman he belonged to. Her head was proudly held high and her chin up. The long neck was a huge attraction for him. He spent hours there, hidden from the world. And then the breasts. Flat stomach and hips on which his pants barely held. He went back to those eyes. They stood there now facing each other like two rivals. Both of them were naked from the waist up and neither of them moved. They were both more than competitive.

"Together?" she asked him in that husky voice.

At the same moment, they rushed towards each other. They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for months. Azriel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was holding her back and she was focusing on his neck. She was leaving marks that he belonged only to her and he adored it.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the carpet. "What reward does my wife want for being so intelligent?"She started pulling his pants down with her feet. "I understand." He watched her all the time and made sure to be attentive.

When he opened his eyes, he was instantly blinded by the light. At that moment, his brain started receiving stimuli. Undrawn curtains. His mate lying next to him with her bare back and hair in all directions. She was breathing calmly, which symbolized that she was still asleep. And pounding on the door. Who would… Cassian. Training. He is going to kill him.

He stood up and couldn't find his pants. And so, out of the decency that he managed to muster, he took the blanket that was thrown over the chair and wrapped it around his waist. The closer he got to the door, the more he wanted to kill his brother and make sure his body would never be found again. However, he would not want to face Nesta, so he threw this idea into the trash in his mind. He opened the door and there he stood before him. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you come to training?" direct question.

"Because I was asleep," direct answer.

"That's what I thought when I look at you now. And why did you fall asleep?" he would like to knock that crooked smile off his face if his wife did not appear before him.

"What you want?" she looked more bored than when he once took her to practice. Right after the training, she declared to him that her weapon will remain her brain and the ability to smile at people she would rather throw into the nearest lake.

"Your dear, he didn't come to training so I came to make sure he's alright. And it looks like he is,” Azriel's thoughts about his brother's death drifted back to the main goals of the day.

His dear took a long breath and kept staring at Cassian “And?”

"And? Do you know what will happen to his body?” Cassian and his bullshit.

She looked at Azriel and he wrapped an arm around her waist in support. "Not much. But you will definitely be happy to tell me."

Cassian started throwing his arms around and she just watched him. "His body…"

"I'll stop you here. The body we're talking about and can look at is in perfect shape and it's partly thanks to me. So now this is what happens. I'll slam the door on your face and then I and my mate will be locked in this apartment for several hours. Maybe days. And this," she gave him all the documents for the work we did during the night. "You can take it to your friend Rhysand when you're so active. We will be very grateful to you. And now excuse us," she slammed the door in his face as she promised and turned back to her lover.

He gave her a proud smile. "Bed or carpet?"

"The wall."

Gods, how he loved her.

[spacesquidlings]

Interlude for Lunch

Being invited to Rafayel's studio that morning had promised a lazy, sleepy day spent with him while he painted, and yet it was quickly turning into something more as she tried taking care of her hungry, tired artist in pain.

Pairing: Rafayel x MC Tags: Fluff, comfort, implied/established relationship, domestic-ness Taglist: @aluneposting

A long, drawn out groan drew her from her reverie.

She had been reading, half-asleep on the couch in Rafayel’s studio. Soft blankets had been strewn across it, pillows fluffed until they were puffy as cotton-candy clouds. Honeyed sunlight had spilled from the windows, washing over the floors and furniture like a gauzy veil.

It had been as alluring as a siren song, and she had nestled into it as Rafayel had painted. He’d called her that morning, asking her to come over, but when she’d arrived he’d only waved a hand, telling her to make herself comfortable as he’d frowned at his painting.

So she had, settling into the couch that had suspiciously been covered in all her favourite blankets. It had been far too easy to doze, even though she’d tried valiantly to remain awake, focusing her attention on the book she’d brought with her. But the blankets had been so soft, and the pillows so fluffy, and the sun so warm.

The snatches of melodies Rafayel had hummed had been the proverbial nail in the coffin, like scraps of a lullaby woven together in the air, soft and serene, lulling her to sleep.

But when he groaned, loud and raspy and full of distress, she snapped awake at once, bleary eyes searching for him in the cavernous room that served as his studio.

She found Rafayel leaning back on a stool, teetering precariously close to the edge, his head thrown back. His bangs spilled back, a mess of lavender and lilac and violet as the light caught in it. He had tossed his paintbrush to the side, trailing a line of azure as it rolled across the floor, one of his hands gripping at his wrist.

“Rafayel?” She struggled to stand, the blankets tangled and knotted around her legs. “Darling? What’s wrong?”

He leaned further back, very nearly toppling backwards as he spied her. “You’re awake.”

“Of course I am.” Finally she managed to free herself from the tangle of blankets, getting to her feet and crossing the room towards him. “I heard you. Are you okay?”

He clicked his tongue as he straightened, still clutching his wrist as he stood. “My wrists have been hurting all morning, and now I can hardly hold a paintbrush.”

“What?” She hurried to him, hands outstretched towards him.

He raised his brows, but made no comment as she took his hands, prying away the one that was clinging to his wrist.

“When did the pain start?” She squeezed his wrists gently, trying to feel for swelling, a bruise, a broken bone, anything. “Did you do anything yesterday? Why did you go to the doctor? Why did you keep painting today?”

He sighed, flipping his hands over and wrapping his fingers around her wrists. “You’re asking the questions too fast for me to answer.”

“Oh.” Heat bloomed in her cheeks and she ducked her head, staring at the dried paint splattered across the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.”

She looked back up, finding amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Don’t pout,” he chided, shaking his head even as he gave her an impish smile. “I’m already hurt, are you really going to make me feel worse?”

She ground her teeth together, looking away as his smile grew wider. “My mistake, you must not be hurt that badly if you’re making jokes.”

She tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened on her, yanking her back before she’d even taken a full step away.

“Wait.” His eyes widened, his smile melting into a frown. If little pinpricks of silver had appeared at the corners of his eyes she wouldn’t have been surprised.

She conceded, letting him reel her back in. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He looked down, a line forming between his brows as he dropped her hands, squeezing his wrists again. “I’d been hit with some inspiration, so I spent all of yesterday painting. When I woke up this morning they were hurting, but I thought it would go away once I started painting again.”

She frowned, reaching for his hands again.

“Being awfully touchy today, huh,” he said, the corner of his lip twitching.

She remained silent, glowering at him until he wilted, muttering a half-apology.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked

“Well I was gonna,” he whined. He shifted from foot-to-foot, and the image of a sulking child coming home with scrapes all over him rose in her mind, refusing to make eye contact as he shuffled his feet. “But I forgot.”

“You forgot?” She blinked. “You made it sound like it’s been making it impossible to paint.”

He rolled his eyes with a huff. Definitely a petulant child. “Well it hasn’t made it impossible, but I wanted to get as much done as I could while I was inspired, and whenever you’re around I feel more creative…” He trailed off, glaring at the far wall. “I got distracted, but now it hurts too much to work on any of the finer details.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, warmth like the first blush of light as the sun rose spreading rosy fingers through her chest, reaching through the spaces between her ribs.

‘Whenever you’re around I feel more creative…’

She would save that to tease him with for later.

But right now she was worried about the pain in his wrists, and even more worried that he’d tried to work through it, that he probably would have ignored it entirely until it got so much worse.

“Have you ever had this kind of pain before?”

A shake of his head, as dramatic as a stage-actor embellishing their movements. “No, never!” His words were an exclamation, loud and exasperated. He heaved out a long breath, shoulders rising and falling, head tossed to the side. “This has never happened before.”

“Rafayel…” She trailed off, flipping his hands up then down, palms to the ceiling, to the floor, her fingers carefully probing to see if she could find anything.

“It’s probably nothing,” he groaned, slumping forward now, head very nearly knocking into hers. “But I can’t finish my painting while it hurts!”

He jerked his head back up so quickly he nearly knocked their foreheads together. She barely had a moment to lean back before he was peering up at her, crocodile tears shining in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering like he was about to sob. “What if I run out of inspiration? It took me weeks to find it!”

She sighed, giving his wrists a squeeze. “Before we jump to the worst case scenario, we need to handle this, okay?”

He groaned, tossing against his shoulder, slumping sideways like he might spill onto the floor. “How can we handle it? Are you going to swim into the ocean to find wishing fish to cure me?”

She blinked. “Are those real?”

“You really need to be less trusting.”

She groaned, rolling her own eyes now. “Come on, Rafayel. I’m worried about you, you don’t take care of yourself.”

“Excuse me?” He scoffed, looking offended. “I take care of myself perfectly well. It sounds to me like someone is making things up!”

She frowned, pulling out her phone to check the time. “Did you eat breakfast?”

There was a short intake of breath, like he was about to answer, and then…

Nothing.

She looked back up to see him pouting, looking away as he puffed out his cheeks.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, did you?”

He yanked himself from her grip, crossed his arms, shielding himself from her. He puffed his cheeks out even more, still refusing to answer.

She giggled, unable to resist poking his cheek. “You know it’s the middle of the afternoon, right?”

Still no answer. All she got in response was Rafayel half-turning away from her, wrinkling his nose as he shot her a scathing look from the corner of his eye.

She reached for him again, settling her hands just below his shoulders. “Come with me, love.”

He looked back at her, his expression softening, although his tone was still thick with suspicion. “What are you planning?”

“I’m planning-” she took the opening to take his arm, dragging him towards the couch. “To get you to sit down so we can get you feeling better.”

“Hey. Hey!” Although he protested, he did not stop her from pulling him from his painting, nor did he stop her from nearly shoving him against the cushions of the couch.

“If you wanted me to sit you could have just asked,” he whined, squeezing his wrists again. “I’m delicate, you know. You have to be gentle with me.”

The memory of the last time she’d been unwell surfaced in her mind, Rafayel dragging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and all but chucking her onto the bed and telling her to rest.

“Mmmm,” she hummed instead, unlocking her phone and opening her delivery app. “Okay, baby. First of all, let’s get you something to eat.”

He groaned, eyes rolling so high all she could see were the whites as he threw himself back against the cushions.

Delicate indeed.

“I’m fine,” he groaned, waving his hand in the air. “I’m not hungry, I just want my wrists to stop hurting!”

She clicked her tongue. “You need to eat something, Rafayel. It’ll make you feel a little better.”

He wrinkled his nose, turning his head to the side with a huff.

“Alright.” She widened her eyes theatrically, waving her phone at him. “So if I order you a large garden salad with no toppings, that will be fine?”

“No, I don’t want that.” Suddenly he was up, trying to snatch the phone from her hands as he protested. “If you’re going to order something, order something good.”

“Oh? Like what?” She pulled her phone just out of reach, pressing her palm against his chest to stop him from grabbing it. “What do you think would be good?”

“Well not a salad.” He made another grab for her phone, narrowly missing. “And don’t go ordering that awful sushi like you did last time.”

“What do you mean, awful?” She gaped at him, mildly offended. She’d really liked the sushi she’d ordered last, the crispy bits along the sides adding a nice little crunch and the sauce being perfectly spicy. “I thought it was good!”

“Not only are you guileless, but you have no taste for seafood, either.” He grabbed her wrist, sliding her hand from his chest and lunging forward.

She laughed, rolling to the side and nearly falling from the couch to stop him from snatching her phone. “What is that even supposed to mean?!”

“It means,” he huffed, cheeks puffing out again, pouting at his loss. “That if you want seafood, you should just ask me to make it, and not order from some overpriced restaurant.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she giggled, clutching her phone to her chest as she readjusted, sitting up on the couch once more. “But I don’t want you to cook right now when your wrists hurt.”

“I wouldn’t cook anyways,” he grumbled, leaning back. A light began shining in his eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up in mischief. “Unless you asked very nicely.”

She hummed, choosing not to acknowledge him. Instead, she scrolled through the delivery options on her phone, reading them off to see his reaction.

“Pasta?”

“Are you kidding? It’ll make me too sleepy to keep painting.”

“Soup?”

“That’s hardly filling.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “What about curry? There’s a place that does really nice Thai curry.”

He narrowed his eyes, nose wrinkling. “Fine, if it makes you happy.”

“You have to eat it, too, Rafayel,” she pointed out. “You are going to eat it. Right?”

He groaned, throwing his head back, draping his arm across his face. “You’re not giving me much of a choice, are you?”

She beamed. “No.”

“Fine.”

She tried passing her phone to him, but he waved her off, turning to the side so he looked every bit the troubled damsel. “Choose whatever.”

“Are you sure?”

He sighed, long and drawn out, like the wind whistling across ocean waves. “Yes, I’m sure. Just make sure it’s a red curry, and make sure it’s not too spicy.”

She had to bite back a smirk as he continued listing off his preferences. He wanted to pay extra for shrimp, he wanted jasmine rice not white rice, he wanted one made with coconut milk if they had it.

“Anything else?” She asked, hovering her finger over the ‘order’ button.

He peaked up from beneath his arm. “Don’t forget to order something for yourself, too. When’s the last time you ate?”

“Hey.” She pouted, wrinkling her nose to mimic him. “You’re the one who didn’t even eat breakfast.”

He shrugged. “I was hard at work chasing my inspiration. What’s your excuse?”

“I did eat breakfast.”

“Good, and now you can eat lunch.” He reached out to tap her phone screen. “Order something for yourself, I’ll pay.”

At that she balked, her stomach roiling; she hated making people spend money on her, hated being an inconvenience, a burden. “That’s okay, Rafayel. You’re the one who’s hurt, I don’t want you to waste your money on…”

The glare he fixed her with was sharp as his daggers, hot as flame. She felt her skin warm, burn beneath the force of it.

“It’s not a waste,” he said, his tone a proclamation, an insistence buoyed by sparks that billowed into fire as they caught on kindling.

“I-” She was a little dazed, speechless in the face of the sting in his tone.

He drew in a deep breath, sighed slowly, his expression slowly softening, the lines around his eyes fading. “If you expect me to eat, then you have to eat, too. You need your energy just as much as I do.”

She hummed, trying to discern whether he was teasing her or being genuine. “Why? Are you planning something?”

His smile turned wry. “Who knows? Maybe I had something planned once I finished this painting.” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “Although that probably won’t happen now, since I’ll never finish the painting.”

“You’ll finish your painting,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, you’re acting like you’re going to lose your hands.”

“And what if I am?” He whined. “You’ll have to hand-feed me my lunch. You’ll have to move in to take care of me.”

“Wow, I’m so honoured you’d want me to live with you just to take care of you,” she said, tone dry.

“Well there might be other reasons, too.” His smile was infuriating, smug and enigmatic at once. “But that would be my excuse.”

“I’m touched.”

He rolled his eyes, making another grab for her phone. “Just hurry up and order, I feel like a fish drying up on the beach.”

She snorted, quickly tapping in what she wanted and hitting ‘order.’

“There,” she said, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “At least I can make sure you’ll eat something.”

He tipped his head to the side, propping it up with his fist. “You know, if you’re that worried about me eating, you should come over more often to remind me. And bring me my favourite snacks.”

“I already stock your favourite snacks at home,” she said, ignoring the way her heart fluttered, fast as the beat of hummingbird wings, at how the light touched his eyes, how his bangs fell over his brow, half-covering one eye. His hair was soft, she knew it was, and her fingers tingled with the sudden need to touch it, to smooth it back.

“Yes, but you don’t bring them over,” he countered, brows rising. “How am I supposed to eat them when they’re at your house?”

“I gave you a key,” she reminded him. She gave him a light kick, earning a feigned huff of pain. “You’re in my house more than I am.”

The corners of his lips turned down, a waning crescent moon lost in the indigo sea of the night. “Well you should come over here more. Maybe it will convince me to keep more food in the house.”

“And if I ask very nicely, will you cook too?” She parroted his words from earlier back at him, even as fluttering wingbeats swooped in her belly and embers caught on the pyres beneath her skin.

“Maybe,” he hedged, his lips quivering, like he was trying to hold back his smile. “If I don’t lose my hands before then.”

“Here,” she leaned forward, holding her hands. “Give me one of your hands.”

“You’re not going to do something weird to it, are you?” He sounded dubious, but he gave her one of his hands, settling it between her two cupped palms. 

It was so much larger than hers, dwarfing both her hands in comparison. She swallowed, butterfly wings forcefully fluttering against the borders of her body, trying to escape.

“Yes, I plan to steal the artistic talent from your hands,” she teased, ignoring the cascade of wings, the rise of heat in her chest. She slid her fingers to his wrist, gently pressing her thumbs into the spaces between the joints at the centre, feeling the flit of his own pulse. “I’m going to be the famous painter now, and you can protect me.”

“Don’t know how much protecting I’ll be able to do with useless hands.” Now he was smiling, his eyes bright, the blue seeming to deepen, a blue like ocean tides. “But I can certainly try my best.”

She started with small circles, pressing them gently into the middle of his wrist, pausing frequently to make sure he was comfortable, that she wasn’t hurting him.

“You know you should probably do wrist and hand exercises,” she mused, sliding her thumbs to the sides of his wrist, repeating the same small circles at the sides. “I think you can find some online if you look. And you should rest more often and do some stretches.”

Rafayel scoffed, although it sounded weak, strained. When she looked up he was steadfastly staring at the ceiling, his lips pulled into a pout.

“I mean it,” she continued, sketching her fingertips over the back of his hand. “If you don’t, you really are going to lose your hands! And then you won’t ever be able to paint again.”

“Oh please.” He pouted harder, lines creasing between his brows. He tilted his head back more, although she could feel his gaze on her, watching her careful ministrations.

“No it’s true.” It was difficult, holding back her smile, and she had to lower her head, letting her bangs act as a veil between her face and his searching eyes. “When pain like this gets too extreme they just chop people’s hands right off.”

She could feel as he shifted, as he leaned towards her, and she could only imagine the narrowing of his eyes, the jut of his lip from his pout.

“No it’s not,” he said, but there was hesitation in his voice.

She only hummed in response, pressing her thumbs over each individual finger bone, delicately adding pressure and sliding up towards his wrist. His skin was soft, and warm, and she could feel the small calluses on his hand from holding his paintbrush, and from what she could only assume was wielding his daggers.

The roughness was strange, at odds with the softness of his skin, and her mind wandered each time her fingers brushed against one, remembering the feel of his palm against her cheek, the back of her neck, against her own palm whenever he took her hand.

It was far too easy to get distracted, for her thoughts to melt away and heat to billow in her chest and belly, from the storm of flitting gossamer wings, from the rush of her beating heart, from the lingering smell of cologne underneath the sting of the smell of paint.

“I guess this is it for me,” he groaned, flopping backwards again. Now she did look up, snorting in laughter as he tossed his free arm over his face again, slumping against the couch like a ragdoll.

Focusing on his dramatics made it easier to ignore the nonsensical thoughts rising like a wave, threatening to crash over her. She could feel her senses drifting away, caught in his undertow and whisked out to sea. There was only Rafayel, and the weight of his hand in hers, and the smell of him, and the song of his voice.

But it was his words, and his melodrama, that fell like an anchor, holding her in place where she would have been lost in the ocean of what was rising in her heart. And she held onto that anchor for dear life, knowing that if she slipped he would tease her relentlessly, an incessant waterfall of jokes and teasing that would leave her flustered and furious.

And then he would do something equally infuriating, like taking her face and kissing her stupid, until he was the only thing occupying her mind.

As if he wasn’t already the only thing occupying her mind.

Warmth was beginning to bloom in her cheeks, unfurling like wildflowers, one petal at a time. But Rafayel didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t much care, too wrapped up in his whingeing.

“I’ll never be able to lift a paintbrush again,” he groused, back arching as he took a deep breath, then collapsing against the couch all over again. “I’ll have to make you paint everything for me, so my inspiration doesn’t go to waste.”

She arched a brow as she flipped his hand over, pressing her thumbs into the centre of his palm. His fingers curled over slightly, brushing against the backs of her hands, a shiver going through her at the touch.

It was only through sheer willpower was she able to keep her body steady, massaging circles into the very centre of his palm, slowly working towards the sides of his hand and down towards his fingers.

“What do you mean you’ll make me paint everything?” She asked. “I’m not the professional artist.”

“And who’s been adding those doodles in the corners of my sketchbook.”

She kept her focus trained on his hand, the weight of his gaze bearing down on her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“You can’t fool me.” He leaned forward, flicking her forehead with his free hand. “I’m not the one with seaweed for brains. I know it was you.”

She puffed out her cheeks, petulance growing like bubbles in her chest. “And what if it was?”

“It means you’ll be the one painting for me when I lose my hands. And it means you’ll have to spend more time here.”

Her lips lifted of their own accord, the rough peevishness replaced by a rose-stained warmth. It was golden sunshine seeping across the horizon, indigo bleeding into lavender and cerise. An excuse to spend more time with him, close at his side, was welcome as the dawn, as desired as sun-warmed waves foaming around her ankles.

He was always finding reasons to appear at her door unannounced, but she felt forever nervous whenever she considered visiting him. She did not want to distract him from his work, did not want to be a nuisance that took up space when he needed things in exact, particular ways as he created. She did not want to be needy, to be seen as clingy and desperate, her skin prickling at just the thought of him regarding her poorly, of scoffing at her and sending her away because he couldn’t deal with someone clinging to him at all hours of the day.

She was needy though, and she craved his presence, the feelings sticky as honey. It clung to her skin and the back of her throat, clogging her veins and the valves and pumps of her heart. With each breath she could feel it, pooling in her lungs, choking out the air, each intake of oxygen fruitless as she drowned in her own neediness.

She did not know what to say that would have hidden such things from view, so she hummed instead, massaging around his knuckles. If she spoke she would surely reveal herself, and the mess of her heart.

Rafayel clicked his tongue, oblivious to the riot of her mind, the disarray of her heart. “Although we would need to get you some art lessons; your understanding of colour is abysmal.”

She could not look up, her face burning now, as if he’d set her alight with his own flames. “You know they don’t actually chop your hands off,” she said, whisper-soft. She needed to focus, on the moment, on his theatrics, on his hand cradled between two of hers.

She was trying to help him, to take care of him as best she could. Not to melt into a puddle of yearning, her mind utterly bewitched by the touch of his hand.

“But you do have to take care of yourself more,” she said, louder now, more firm. She lowered his hand, beckoning for him to give her the other one. “If you don’t do stretches and exercises regularly there can be a lot of issues in the future. You won’t lose your hands, but it might become too difficult to hold a paintbrush.”

As she repeated the process all over again, starting with his wrist, slowly making her way around it before pressing the pads of her thumbs into the back of his hand, she could feel his body slumping back again. The cushions beneath them shifted, his free hand dangling over the side of the couch. He groaned, eyes squeezing closed as he shook his head. “Do I have to? Surely this is only a one-time thing.”

“Rafayel.” She said his name like a sigh, closing her own eyes. “If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. I’m always worried about you.”

When she opened her eyes again his face had become a riot of colours, brilliant vermillion and deep carmine. Splatters of scarlet and crimson, of peach and strawberry, seeped across his face, vanishing beneath his hair. His eyes seemed all the brighter, the blue nearly drowning the red with its intensity. They were bright as gems, a vivid cerulean that she could have drowned in, lured into its depths by his siren song.

It took her breath away, made her own face burn, flames licking up her bones, racing along her veins, singeing her heart. Had she any further words to say, they were gone now, consumed by the heat of the fire in her cheeks, in the flush covering every inch of her body.

But it was Rafayel who spoke next, or tried to, anyways. He looked at the ceiling, at the wall, down at their joined hands. He cleared his throat, ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall at odd angles as he looked up again, anywhere but at her.

“O-oh?” His chest rose, fell, eyes trailing over some detail she wasn’t focused on. All her focus was on him, even the stammer of his voice mesmerizing. She was enthralled, lost to him despite her best efforts.

He covered his cheek, still refusing to meet her gaze. “You-you worry about me all the time?”

She nodded. “I do.”

Like a switch being flipped, his eyes finally cut to hers, the red returning in a blaze of fire. His brows drew low, lines deepening between them. “Well maybe you should come over more often, then, and you wouldn’t have to worry.”

Had she said something wrong? “Rafayel, it’s not that I don’t want to think about you, I just want you to be okay.”

“Then you should come over more,” he said. Although his expression softened, his tone was no less insistent. “I’ll be okay as long as you’re here.”

The breath went out of her then, her heart thrumming so quickly she didn’t feel it at all.

She opened her mouth, not even sure what she would say, only that she had to say something, the taste of her own neediness in the back of her throat.

Only to jump at the ring of the doorbell.

She gasped from the suddenness of it, feeling wild as she jerked her head to the side, towards the door.

Rafayel swore, the hand she’d been holding suddenly gripping her own, like he was the one anchoring himself in a storm. “Hey, baby-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as loud raps cut through the air, severing the last strand of the spell they had woven.

Grumbling, he shoved himself to his feet. “I’ll get it!”

More loud raps, impatient.

“I said I’ll get it!”

She sat, stunned, watching as Rafayel vanished from the room. She was left with nothing but a tingling in her hands, the echo of his warmth beside her, and the smell of the paint drying on the canvas.

She stared down at her hands, where she’d cradled his only moments ago. Severed from her anchor, lost in a storm, the ocean carrying her far away to somewhere unknown. That moment had been like wine, heady and intoxicating, leaving her senseless. If the doorbell had not rang, what would she have said? Would she have told him? Would she have admitted to her need, her yearning for his presence?

She didn’t have a chance to wonder for long, a cold pop-can pressed against her burning cheek.

“Here,” Rafayel said, waiting for her to take it from his hand. “The food’s arrived.”

Quietly she nodded, taking the bag he offered her next.

Silence descended, a heavy mantle that stifled everything but the beat of her heart, so loud it pulsed in her ears, so insistent she could feel it in her fingertips.

It was even, rhythmic, the beat to a song she could not quite place.

He settled beside her, rifling through the takeout bags and divvying up the food.

“I meant it, you know,” he said, a knife slicing through the quiet, shattering the stained glass of the moment. “You should come over more.”

She fiddled with her food, daring a glance at him. “Why is that?”

A shrug. “For my health, and my art. And just because.”

She hummed, poking at her food. Her belly churned, her heart beating all the fiercer at the meaning hidden in his words.

He wanted to see her more, he wanted her near more.

She was so worried that he would see her as needy, as pathetic, and yet was he not admitting the same thing that she kept hidden? The need to be closer, to be near?

Only then did she understand; the song that her heart was a part of. That it was for him. That she wanted it to be for him. And if he wanted her close, and she wanted to be close, then couldn’t she let the song play until its final note?

“Rafayel?” 

He arched a brow at the sound of his name, turning to look at her fully “Yes?”

Her heart was in her throat, each word another note, another part of the melody. She could taste the sweetness of it, like honey, but she did not fear it, did not feel it cloying her senses as she’d once been certain it would. “Then, could I come over again? Tomorrow?”

He blinked, a flicker like silver beneath waves in his eyes. Then he was smiling, wide and infuriatingly smug and utterly wonderful. “You really can’t wait to see me again, can you?”

She really couldn’t, giddiness bubbling golden-bright. “Maybe I just want to make sure you don’t push yourself too hard, and actually eat regularly.”

He snorted. “A likely story.” He paused, his eyes softening. “I’ll make sure things are ready for you, so you can come over whenever you want.”

“Won’t you get tired of me? If I come over all the time?” She scooted closer, a flower basking in the light of the sun.

Light as the breeze, his fingers brushed across her temple, slipping over her hair. “No, I could never be tired of you.”

He lowered his hand, sudden sharpness shooting through her face as he pinched her cheek. “So you’d better come over all the time, and you’d better not make me wait. And if you don’t then I’ll come find you.”

Laughing, she pushed his hand away. “I promise, I’ll come over all the time.”

His gaze burned, bright as flames for the briefest of moments before he leaned back, nodding once. “Good. And if my hands start hurting you can help me again, I already know what I want to paint next.”

“Okay.” She spoke softly, smiling down into her food, joy flickering like colourful tails beneath the waves, like sunlight across water.

Tomorrow spread before her, and all the tomorrows after that, as boundless as the sea. And perhaps she would lose herself, and she would be dragged away by the tide. But he would be with her, his smile, his laughter, his maddening teasing, and even the force of the ocean’s waves could not tear that away.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 2

Thanks for reading! I figure if I can get this out of my head I can get on with the other stuff.... or I'll just be compelled to write more Roy. Who knows?!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2

Shrieks and giggles and thundering footsteps sounded throughout Sara's house. You sat at either end of the sofa with a large glass of wine and rolled your eyes. 

"I can't decide if someone's going to get hurt or…"

"Nah, they're fine," sudden silence, Sara looked up to the ceiling, "I think…" The giggles returned and she relaxed. "Andy didn't fancy helping out yesterday afternoon then?"

"He had plans apparently." You sigh. "I don't get how he can be this super organised dad for years and then decide he's not that person anymore."

"He's punishing you. For having a better job, for the long hours and the commuting. Typical 'this is what I've been doing for ages, you should be able to do it too?' bullshit. Phebs dad did the same till he buggered off completely."

"He knew my job was tricky, it's never been flexible - that's not new information. Now I'm trying to force flexibility and redo how I work."

"You'll find a balance. It'll take time."

"I just wanted to show Lexie that mum's can have great jobs. That I can do both. I totally fell for the you can have it all bullshit. You can have it all as long as you sacrifice yourself to do it." She patted your knee in comfort. 

"You can have it all. Just never expect to eat a hot meal, shower in peace, or have sex ever again."

"I haven't had any of those things in years anyway!" You laugh. 

"You have half a week alone now - you've never had that before! Time to introduce eating dinner and having sex!"

"It's the weirdest thing. The house is so quiet." A thud comes from upstairs. 

"I know, it's bizarre. Even if Phoebe's not here, I still do everything the same."

"Are we saddos?"

"Definitely. I guess that rules out the sex."

"Hmmm. I guess so!" You'd ordered pizzas for dinner and put on a Disney film for the girls. Sara could do French plaits, but you couldn't, so she braided hair while you painted nails. The girls loved every second. The following morning, Sara, with a rare full weekend off, was taking Phoebe to the Richmond game. She'd text Roy the night before and asked for two extra tickets for you and Lexie. While she was wrangling the girls to the breakfast table, the front door knocked, so you went to answer it. Roy had his back to you, but turned at the sound of the door opening. You were suddenly very conscious of your matching sleep shorts and t-shirt - he looked great in dark jeans and a black henley. He looked from your bare feet, up your legs. Thank god you'd put a bra on. 

"Mornin'" he said gruffly, handing her two tickets, "these are for Sara. Yours will be at the ticket office."

"Oh, thank you. Do you want some money for the tickets?" You turn to find your bag on the coat hooks. 

"Don't be fucking daft, course I don't. You might want to put some more clothes on though, it's cold." He was heading back down the garden path before he'd finished speaking. 

"Duh. I don't exactly go out in public like this." You called.

"Shame." You heard as he rounded the corner to his car. 

"Prick." You had no idea why Phoebe was so obsessed with this rude uncle who took the piss out of everyone. 

~~~~~~~

By the time you'd all gotten dressed and wrapped up, it was nearly time for the match. You walked round to Nelson Road, stopping at the ticket office to collect the tickets he'd left in your name. The noise in the stadium was unreal. It was mid March and the team didn't have long left till the end of the season, they were doing well and everyone had high hopes. Your seats were in the designated family area just behind the dugout. High above you was the owners box and directly in front of you were the Richmond team and coaching staff. Phoebe and Lexie were already joining in the chants and cheers around them. The combination of two 9 year old girls made them significantly louder than normal, Roy turned to seek them out and gave the girls a little wave, catching your eye as he did so.

"Does it remind you of loving boy bands when we were girls?" Sara asked as the stadium began it's 'Jamie Tartt doo doo doo doo' song. 

"Oh yeah, your brother is a real Robbie Williams!" You laugh. The team wins and you have to practically tear the girls apart when it's time to leave. "You'll see each other tomorrow." You reason, but it's not enough. "Why don't we pick Phoebe up in the morning and I'll take you both together?" That suggestion elicits some cheers. 

"Are you sure? I'm on early so I'll be leaving at 6am but Roy will be there. He comes straight from training Jamie at some stupid hour of the morning."

"That's fine, collect her from yours - about 7.30?"

"Yeah perfect, I'll let Roy know you'll be there." 

"Great, hear that girls? We'll get Phoebe and I'll take you both to school." The girls finally seem appeased and you manage to separate them. The rest of the afternoon you spend trying to straighten up the house, do Lexie's homework and cooking. You make sense of the coming week, Lexie gets collected by her dad on Wednesday afternoon so you know that the back half of the week can afford to be crazier and busier. Bathtime and bedtime are quick to arrive and once Lexie's settled, you finally get to sit on the sofa in silence. Sara has text to thank you for a lovely couple of days, and she's sent you Roy's number should you ever need it. Lexie is so excited to see Phoebe the next day that it takes a lot less arguing, bribery and shouting to get ready for school. You find a little extra time to put some effort in yourself with a black shift dress, heels and your hair loose around your shoulders.

"Mum, your hair looks so cute!" Lexie says happily. 

"Thanks bun. Let me brush your hair, see this is what happens when we both have time to get ready properly! No shouting and we both look smart." Lexie rolled her eyes, 

"Yeah yeah. Let's go get Phebs!"

"We'll be too early if we go now, love."

"Pleeeeease?" You check your watch, way too early but hopefully Roy won't be too much of a dick about it. It's a tube day today so you walk the short journey to Sara's. It's Phoebe who flings open the door and the two girls are inseparable once more. 

"You're really early, better come in." Roy calls from the kitchen. 

"We're walking to school so not that early." You clarify. He looks at your shoes, skeptical. 

"Walking to school then to the tube? You must be mad. I'm going past the school, I'll drive and drop you off at the station after." 

"You don't need to do that."

"I know, but I'm only going to end up driving past you in about 20 minutes anyway." He arches an eyebrow, daring you to argue. He pours another cup of coffee and hands it to you. "Besides, now you've got time to for a coffee before your day starts." You take the cup,

"Thank you." The girls come back to the kitchen, angling for extra breakfast so Roy opens a cupboard and hands them little chocolate croissants.

"Lexie's mum, you look lovely and your hair is beautiful today."

"Thanks Phoebe, that's very kind of you." You see her elbow Roy, 

"Doesn't she look lovely uncle Roy."

"Yeah, you look lovely."

"Thank you. Again." You blush, hiding your laugh behind your cup. 

"Got everything girls? We're goin' in a minute." You both finish your coffee while the girls get their bags and coats. Roy's 4x4 feels huge, he holds the door open for you at the same time as he does the same for Phoebe, then goes around to let Lexie in. 

"If this car wasn't so big, maybe it wouldn't be so easy to block you in?" You tease as he starts the car. He looks at you and for the briefest second you think he's angry, then he laughs and it's a low, deep chuckle which lights up his face and makes you feel warm in your belly. You jump out to take the girls into school while he turns the car around and then all too soon, you're outside the station. 

"Did you need me to get Lexie this afternoon?" He asks. It's a stark contrast to everytime you've had this conversation with Andy. Roy asks with ease and without judgement. "I'm getting Phoebe anyway?"

"I should be done in time, but thanks. If I get there first, I can get Phebs?"

"Nah it's OK, her mum should be home in time for bedtime tonight so I won't have her long anyway." You open the door to get out of the car but his warm hand on your elbow stops you, "Let me know if you're running late though, yeah? I don't mind. Sara gave you my number?" You nod, dumbly, "OK. Just call me or something."

"OK. See you… soon."

"Yeah, see you soon." You swear you're still blushing even once you're out of eyeshot and down on the platform. 

~~~~~~

The kids manage to survive by seeing each other at school, and the lighter Monday and Tuesday you'd planned mean for a smoother week. You don't need to call and beg Andy for help and you don't have to lean on Sara or Roy either. It's not until Wednesday morning that you cross paths again. You're waving goodbye to Lexie at the door when she spots Phoebe across the carpark with Roy. Since Lexie refuses to go in until Phoebe is there, you decide to wait for them. The girls hug and race inside for breakfast club. 

"Mornin', you alright?"

"Yeah, not bad. You?"

"Yeah good. Need a lift to the station?"

"That would be great - if you're sure?"

"Wouldn't have offered otherwise. Busy day?"

"Yep, a long one today. Lexie's dad is picking her up so I've got a late meeting." He holds the door open for you.

"What is it you do?"

"Deputy Director of Communications for a charity."

"Nice. Sounds… boring?"

"Hmm. They're not a great company to work for to be honest. They don't really have any people skills so they couldn't give a shit when you need something from them. It's all take take take." He shrugged,

"So leave?'

"Said the millionaire ex footballer with a great job as a coach. I have bills to pay - it's not that simple. Plus anything else at the same level is longer hours and generally more demanding than I can do at the moment."

"Fair enough. This is your stop." He pulls up at the station.

"Thanks. Probably won't see you till next week now, Lexie's with her dad till Saturday so no emergency pick ups needed. I can avoid the school completely."

"Lucky you. Let me know if anything changes and you need me to get the little un." You're suddenly overcome with gratitude for the support he and Sara have given in such a short amount of time. As if sensing how overwhelmed you are, he nudges your shoulder, "Don't be fucking weird about it. Off to work you go."

"Fuck off. I think you're nicer than you let on." You narrow your eyes at him. 

"Yeah well don't get fucking telling everyone. I don't do favours for the whole of the fucking town."

"Just the mums of Phoebe's friends."

"Just one of them."

"Ahh, it's survival of the fittest at the school gates and that's definitely not me."

"You're doing a great job. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, fuck off before you're late." You can see a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

"Bye Roy!" You hop out of the car and turn back with a quick smile. 

~~~~~~~~

The second half of the week is as hectic as you expect it to be. You call Lexie each evening through yawns, promising her a fun weekend of baking. When Andy drops her off on Saturday morning, he invites himself into the kitchen despite you trying to avoid him. 

"Did you take her to the football last week?" He asks. 

"Yeah, her little bestie Phoebe got us tickets. Her uncle is one of the Richmond coaches."

"Not that miserable twat who picks her up from school? Roy Kent?"

"Yeah him. Phoebe adores him," you don't hesitate before adding, "I think Lex has taken a shine to him as well. And he's not a twat." 

"He had a go at me yesterday in the playground. I ain't having her go to a Richmond match, she should be West Ham."

"You can't force her to support anyone. She doesn't even have to like football. She likes Phoebe, she's a good friend and her mum is just as nice." You reply with a shrug. "Why did he have a go at you? Did you park on the hatches?"

"No I bloody didn't. I said Lex couldn't sleepover and he told me she could if she wanted to."

"Course she can if she wants to. Look, if you don't want her to spend time with her friends when she's with you, then fine. But when she's with me, we work out our plans together and we do what makes her happy." He shook his head and slammed the front door. It was barely 9am and you were done with his bullshit. You pull out your phone and text Sara, Going to the park if you want to come. Coffee on me x Then you call Lexie.

"Come on babe, let's go to the park and then we'll do some baking later." You don't get a reply from Sara so you head out anyway. Lexie is somewhere near the top of the big climbing frame when Phoebe barrels into you for a quick hug, and then goes off to join her best friend. "Hey Phebs!" You don't really want to turn away from the climbing frame but you do a quick scout around to see how far away Sara is. But it's not Sara on her way over, it's Roy with Phoebe's backpack on one shoulder and two coffees in his hands. He hands you one with a small smirk. 

"Park this early?"

"Thanks, rough morning. I heard you and Andy had a delightful conversation at school yesterday?"

"Dickhead said Lex couldn't have a sleepover with Phebs when it's his time with her."

"I know. I told him she could do whatever the fuck made her happy when she's with me."

"That's what I said," He growled. "Did he tell you he made some sly dig about it being so you can go off and do whatever or whoever you want?" You spin in anger to face him, his eyes stayed on the top of the climbing frame. 

"What?! No, he didn't dare say that to me. Ugh, he knows full well that single mums aren't exactly beating prospective new partners off with a stick. Just cos he's already met someone." You wipe your hand across your cheeks, shaking your head. Roy doesn't say anything. He reaches into Phoebe's bag, pulls out a paper bag and passes it to you. A chocolate star biscuit sits inside. 

"It's not a gold star, but whatever. You're a million times better than he is. More than that. You don't need validation from him and you don't need to compare yourself to him." He holds your gaze, his dark eyes are the darkest you've ever seen. He glances at your lips so briefly you think you imagined it. You smile sadly.

"Thank you. Chocolate's better anyway."

"Course it fucking is." He smiles.

[heartilywrites]

hiii i hope you’re having a good day! could you do a korra x insecure reader fic and korra just comforts her? thank you!

⠀⠀⠀⠀،، 𝓑ad Habit ; Korra

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resume: Korra wants to assure you from bad thoughts.

content warning: fluff ; if you squint there's angst too ; Korra x fem!reader ; established relationship ; self-doubt ; slight description of self-harm and blood (r bites her nails) ; r is a bender, but I didn’t specify her nation ; no use of y/n

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a/n: hello love <33 im sorry i took too long with your request, i was trying to think of a situation since you didn’t specify one,, but i hope i met your expectations!!! THANK U FOR REQUESTING, ENJOY :D

“ Might be so sad, might leave my nose running... I just hope she don't wanna leave me.

Sounds of clipping filled the room, your thumb nail fighting for its life against your teeth while you were zoned out on your thoughts.

How does one has to act after such mean comments? All and every single one of them talking about you and your relationship with Korra; 'she's clingy' 'the avatar deserves better' 'she's the worst bender I've ever seen, why is she in the group?' 'she's not even that pretty' echoed in your head since coming back home. You weren't even supposed to hear that conversation, but somehow ended up doing so at a fruit stand after going shopping to bake Korra a fruit cake.

Were you really that clingy with her? It's not even like you were on top of her 24/7... right? She would've say something if she didn’t like it, right? Why were you doubting her? She's the best partner you could've ask for, there's no reason for you to doubt her, why were you? why? wasn't your relationship based on communication? You don't need to doubt her, stop doubting her, they maybe caught something you hadn't, a flaw, was it your bending style? Were you too weak? Were you—

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, darling, I'm home!” the southerner's voice pulled you out of such destructive thoughts. You took your finger out of your mouth.

A slight metal taste was recognized in your tongue and looking down to your nail it was starting to make way for a thread of dark crimson. You were quick to hide it behind your back when the girl opened the bedroom door, such a small smile painted your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hi, love, how was your day?” you asked, eyes following the brunette while she dropped to your side on the bed and hugged your waist, sighing really loudly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Shitty, work, avatar problems, you know.” Korra snuggled better and left a tiny kiss on your cheek. “But now I'm here with you, that's all I needed.”

There you had it, she could never think badly of you. How could you ever do that to her? Maybe they were right, maybe you didn't deserve her in the first place, maybe—

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey... Did you hear me?” a hand was shaken in front of your eyes after zoning out once more, you shook your head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sorry, what did you say?” you asked a bit embarrassed, your face feeling warmer.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I said if you wanted to eat out tonight so we don't have to wash dishes.” she repeated, seating back up now facing you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Yeah! I would love to, choose wherever you want.” another weak smile, Korra frowned and narrowed her eyes after.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What happened while I was gone?” she directly asked, her arms crossed on top of her chest.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Nothing!” you were a little too fast to answer, after clearing your throat you continued. “Nothing happened, all is well, I'm okay, you are okay, we are okay, let's go eat dinner!”

You tried to get up with such hurry, but Korra was quicker to take your wrist before crossing the door and pulling you back with her. While grunting you sat right in front of her at the edge of the bed, blue ocean eyes tried to read through yours like that was all she needed to do to understand what was wrong.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What happened?” she asked again. Her voice wasn't mad or annoyed, her tone was between worried and confused. Both her hands looked to hold yours.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I told you, it was nothing...” after her eyes moved to your hands, she pointed at your thumb and gave it a couple of touches. You sighed defeated. “It's stupid, you don't have to worry.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's not stupid if it's bothering you.” she moved closer. “You know you can trust me, in hell and worse, remember?”

Her eyes looked glossy, those gorgeous deep eyes that you fell in love with, the same ones you couldn't hide anything from as they knew you a little too well.

You were weak, not even a minute after you exploded with the whole context and arguments of what you heard at the fruit stand and apologized afterwards.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Stop, no, you don't have to apologize for shit.” darker orbs looked at you; even if she sounded mad, you knew it wasn’t at you. “Those idiots don't know what they're are talking about.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, but–” you tried to argue back, but were cut off by her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't you ever doubt yourself, ever, you're my girlfriend you do deserve me and even if you're not my girlfriend you're this wonderful and intelligent woman anyone would be so lucky to have or even be.” a mix of blushing and teary-eyed painted your face. “Dumb people are everywhere and jealous people too, they live off spreading rumors or making fun of someone who is successful, who had the courage to do what they never were able to. You are not insufficient nor a failure, you're someone that is still working on her path and it's taking her time to do so. There's no time limit for it, you can take all the time you want, is your life, you decide and if they want to judge so bad let them. Don't allow their words affect you, they will win if you do so, but I know you enough to say that you're strong and will find a way to ignore them.”

With tears making their way down your cheeks and such an affectionate smile, you threw yourself at her for a hug and started to leave tiny kisses all over her face while sobbing, she just giggled while holding you tight.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you so much, like you don't have an idea, it hurts me when you doubt yourself like that.” she whispered, stopping your actions by cupping your face in her hands. “Please promise me you'll try to not let stupid comments like those bring you down. You're so loved and so amazing.”

Your head nodded slightly while a smile began to creep on your face. “I promise.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Great.” Korra smiled back at you big before standing up and taking your hand to make you stand up too. “Now let's go, love of my life, I am starving and I think our favorite restaurant has promotions tonight.”

[fostercare-expat]

We had a nice visit with Mom. We took a picture at the bus stop just before saying goodbye to Mom. I had walked off with the other kids and Older Brother had stayed to give mom another hug. When he caught up with me, he said “Why can’t [Other Foster Mom] take care of me anymore? Is she leaving the country?” So turns out Mom choose to throw out the information at the last second that he’s not going to be living with [Other Foster Mom] anymore and he might live with me. So I had to do some damage control, and I’ve told him that really it should have been something the social worker talked to him about only after a plan was in place for what happens next. I said that the other foster family can’t take care of him for much longer, and that she also has some business trips coming up. He might stay with me for a little while until a more permanent place is found for him, but that I can’t take of him for the long term either. His major concern was if he was ever going to see her again. I reassured him that as long as the social worker says yes, then he will definitely see her. He asked if he was going to be going home in August so I told him that he definitely isn’t going home in August and he likely won’t he going to live at home anytime soon, but I don’t know how long it will be. It will take some time for Mom to complete the services she needs to do and to prove she can be a parent who can keep him safe and there won’t be any more violence at home. Older Sister chimed in that she saw a piece of paper saying that Mom needs to go to the family court about something related to violence. Older Brother had some more questions about where he is going and when that I told him he couldn’t answer. And that was that. Mom wasn’t there for any of this conversation. (Mom asked if I could keep both girls for a few hours and I agreed so the sister were with me still.).

Yesterday was the big gay pride event here. Fearless came over and I brought him, my 2 daughters and Older and Younger Brother. The boys all wanted to paint their fingernails pink, and we all had a great time. The drag queen dance performance was mind blowing amazing. When it was time to meet mom this morning, I asked the boys if they wanted to take off their nail polish and they said no need. I mentioned there was a possibility that her boyfriend would come and they both immediately changed their mind and said definitely need to take it off.

[sweet-honey-tears]

Shouldn’t you Sleep?

Shinso x GN!Reader

OverView: Shinso starts feeling guilty at how much you stay up with him.

Back again! This was a request and I hope you enjoy it! I did go a bit off script but I hope that’s all good! I haven’t done a actual story in awhile- so it’s a bit rough but also works as head cannons. 🤍

How long can a person stare at the ceiling before their eyes shift the colors and shadows? Till they form shapes? ‘Maybe it's my quirk’ a younger you once thought. Oh how naive you where. But now, staring at your ceiling still, you kinda wish it where true. At least the ceiling would be slightly more entertaining. But instead, you sort through memories at 2am. Recalling a time in middle school where you turned to your stuffed animals, asking why you could never sleep.

Oddly, maybe due to your actual quirk, your dark circles never really showed. Sure they were there but you looked like every other teenager; dark circles from lack of sleep or bad allergies. Which maybe is a good things, you’re pretty sure people would start thinking your Azawias kid if they really showed.

Your work/patrol schedule didn’t help, always randomly studying, and taking any opportunity to work with your mentor- who only worked at night or early morning. You were all fucked up. Sometimes powering through days with energy drinks and random naps when Azawia would let you - somehow he knew. Maybe he could just sense insomnia in people…. Speaking of which

Denki was the one who introduced you to Shinso, a flirty introduction but also mentioning how the two of you always seemed to yawn at the same time….. and you hit it off. At some point, Shinso mentioned his trouble sleeping and you offered the option of talking whenever he couldn't sleep. And he took you up on the offer unintentionally.

Shinso called you, confused about something evolving he recent English homework, but it ended up with a long conversation. And then suddenly, it just stopped. Just froze. And when Shinso looked back down at his phone, he realized it was 11 pm. You school tomorrow morning and then patrol tomorrow night till early morning- you probably fell asleep on the phone or ended the call.

But then there was a knock at his door- which He didn’t respond to the first time , or the second, but pulled himself up on the third. His feet dragged on the carpet as he answered it. Peering down at you, his mouth opened slightly at your appearance. You were in Pajamas, a large shirt with Pink Floyd on it(some American band he's heard you listen to), and black checkered sleep pants. Around your shoulders rested a fluffy gray blanket and a dead phone rested in your palms.

“Sorry about that.” You had sheepishly said.

It started with you at his desk chair. Swiveling around as he leaned against his headboard. Both of you talking mindlessly. An occasional yawn slips past either of your lips. Around 3 am is when you fall asleep, passed out on his chair in the most uncomfortable position possible. How you managed to even stay asleep was a mystery.

This continued for a while till Shinso’s own guilt started to creep into his mind. You stood up one night, stretched, and wished him well. You had a patrol with your mentor in one hour and needed to get ready. You were gone for 6 hours… Then you came back that night to talk to him.

It didn’t help when he found you passed out in the common room or slouched against your desk asleep. Was he being selfish keeping you up to talk to him?

You were on Shinso’s bed, laying down as the both of you talked. Your hands were up in the air as you examined the nail polish Shinso used for you. A nice navy blue color, he muttered that it matched your hero costume kinda well. Shinso sat on the ground near the bed, picking at the dark purple polish painted on his fingers. His guilt picking away at him as you audibly yawned again.

“Y/N”

“Yeah.”

“You know you don’t have to stay up with me, right?”

“Hm?” You russel around, turning on your side to look at the tall purpled hair man.

“I mean you don’t need to have to stay up. You have patrol in the nights to early mornings, and I’ve seen you chugging those drinks( referencing energy drinks) too.” Shinso sighs, his head rolling back on the bed to look up at you.

“Oh… Shin, I…I got insomnia” you whisper out as if a loud voice would break the air. Shinso just stares at you, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of a joke. But nothing- absolutely nothing.

“I guess we share more in common than we thought.” Shinso sighs, a small smile tugging his lips. The weight on his shoulders seeming to evaporate at your confession.

Your hand sneaks down, combing through his purple hair before messing it up. A small laugh escaping your lips at the odd angle the hair sticks out at the end of it.

“I guess so”

@afterhourswjay

[prinnamon]

How do you feel about the BMS Hev Suit? It's my personal favorite design out of every appearance but I can see why people would be upset with the creative liberties Crowbar Collective took with the design.

-LHLP

OHH this is such a good question to get in my askbox... one that immediately made me boot up Black Mesa so i could get screenshots to answer with. im smiling. im grinning

it's probably pretty easy to figure out that my favorite model is the one from the PS2 port, & i think i knew from previous posts on your blog that the BMS suit was your favorite. i love Black Mesa (2015) as a game but sadly, and im very sorry to say it, i do not love the HEV suit from that game :'] it has qualities that i like, but overall it misses the mark for me!

oh, that was an accidental pun. misses the Mark... like the Mark IV HEV suit. hehe

i'm going to put the rest of this post under a read more... i don't say anything suggestive under the cut unless you count like 1 very tame passing remark about the Mk V's hip plates. but this is quite a long and rambling post because i think about the HEV suit so much & want to be in one so bad & have taken a costume visual development class so i ended up having a ton to say ^_^ !!!

i think i was a tad biased against the BMS suit from the beginning when my good friend who started playing Black Mesa before i did pointed out that it looks less like a Mk IV and more like "a modified Mk V." i think it was right on the mark with that comment, and that's probably the source of most the things that irk me about the suit

pictured, in order: HL1 suit, PS2 suit, HL2 suit, BMS suit

i know the HL1 and PS2 renders being in 3/4 view while the HL2 and BMS suits are viewed straight on is unhelpful since this is meant to be a direct comparison, but i'm getting these images (excluding my own Black Mesa screenshot) from Combine Overwiki, which doesn't have a 3/4 view for the Mk V or a front view of either of the Mk IVs!

when you look at them all next to one another, it's pretty clear how the BMS model uses the Mk V as a base as opposed to upscaling one of the Mk IVs or creating one from scratch based on its prior iterations in games and promotional art. i have nothing against the Mk V, but the Mk IV is my true love. to me, the BMS suit is like the Mk V with a Mk IV coat of paint.

however! i do want to rattle off a couple things i feel the BMS suit got super correct. the accordion joints look exactly as they should. they're all the same color (it irks me a little in the HL1 model and promotional art when some of them look more copper/red while some of them are black), and they're present on both the elbows and torso where they belong (HL1 doesn't have them in either area and PS2 is just missing accordion joints on the elbows). i adore how and metallic they look in the PS2 model, but it raises some questions about what material they're made from and whether such a material would actually be both flexible and durable. in BMS they look like they're made of a tough synthetic fabric, and that makes perfect practical sense.

and, really, i have to stress that none of my complaints matter all that much, because Black Mesa positively nails what is objectively the most important part of the suit: the gloves. after the HEV suit's introductory scene and all the way up until Xen, you don't see any part of it but the hands and forearms since the game is in first person. and the hands and forearms are perfect. i don't think the player character's hands have ever looked better in a half-life game. incredibly nice to look at, i think.

it knocked those elements out of the part. sadly i have a bunch of nitpicks about other aspects of the design which don't appeal to me as much as the other iterations of the Mk IV!

most of the areas that were shiny and silver in the original Mk IV have been replaced with a black material that has a more matte texture. it could very well still represent metal, but it's always looked to me more like hard plastic or vinyl. i really like the appearance of the Mk IV's shiny metal parts, probably because i love the texture of metal in real life and it looks like it would feel so so so nice to touch. the change of material is a downgrade for me :[

additionally, some of the elements which felt really three-dimensional in the PS2 model look flatter in the BMS model. i liked all the visible grooves and seams of the PS2 model. by comparison, in Black Mesa, those details either look sanded down or are entirely absent. i think this is most evident on the lower half. the vents on the outer part of the thigh plating take up significantly less surface area, and they also look quite a bit flatter. the boots are missing all the detail they used to have, without even the orange plating on the top of the foot. it just... looks like it'd be less fun to run my hands along, because there's fewer unique textures, fewer seams you could trace with your fingers.

the control panel... it really is just slapped in the empty space left under the lambda logo in the Mk V. i love the way the buttons are set deeper into the chestplate in the PS2 model. In BMS, it's level with the rest of the chestplate and has raised buttons. seems like that'd make it easier for them to be pressed accidentally, which would pose some practical problems. and the black and silver part under the control panel... there just isn't any basis for that in any of the art or models of the Mk IV except possibly in the HL1 promo art of Gordon Freeman if you squint.

i find the level of detail in the greaves kinda disappointing, but to tell the truth, i don't think i like the lower legs of *any* of the suits, so now i'm not even truly complaining about a problem unique to the BMS suit. the ideal HEV suit greaves exist only in my mind. the two silver pieces in the front, though... i really think they need to be interpreted as some kind of closure, or else they're just purposeless greebles. on the Mk V, the function of these metal pieces is not evident based on their appearance, so that area ends up looking confusing and visually cluttered. this is carried over almost 1:1 to the BMS suit. every HEV design kinda breaks down when you think about how it would be put on and taken off, but looking at the front of the greaves on the Mk V and BMS suit *really* reminds me of the fact that this armor just does not make a lot of sense

lastly, i think this is probably a less a popular opinion, but from a design standpoint i do prefer what i've heard people refer to as the "metal diaper" situation in the HL1 and PS2 models over what the BMS suit has going on down there. essentially, they've stolen the Mk V's love handles and then put a sort of rounded flat piece over the groin area that has always felt out of place to me. it doesn't speak to any other part of the design; it's not echoed in any other area/element (which is the same gripe i have whenever a suit design's accordion joints aren't consistent).

i think that's most of if not all my issues with it! to be honest, i really don't think i *have* seen a perfect HEV suit model in any official or unofficial Half-Life game. i'm in love with the PS2 model, but i still think there's things wrong with the greaves on that one, and none of the suits has any visual indication of how a wearer gets in or out. a lot of my dislike for the BMS suit in particular is because i'm a massive fan of the Mk IV, so to see a suit that purports to be the Mk IV when it really has more in common with the Mk V is a disappointment. like i said, though, you really don't see much of the suit in-game, and the gloves are spot-on, so the model achieves the main goal it needs to achieve. i just can't get into it as much as i'm into the PS2's Mk IV.

i hope this seems fair and wasn't much longer of a reply than was warranted :'] i don't want it to seem like i'm trashing your favorite suit design, LHLP, because i can still see the things you like about it even if it doesn't resonate with me! anyway thanks so much for the ask because i really enjoyed getting to answer it. i hope you have a good one!!