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radiantteacup · 1 year ago

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Albedo for nsfw alphabet?

✧.*Orgasm, vulgar language, mentions of gentle sex, male masturbation, Oral, just generally dirty, but everything is consensual ofc!

༊*·˚ This one probably has some hot takes, but this is just how I perceive him!

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Albedo Kreideprinz

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Albedo prioritizes your comfort. He's the type to immediately clean you up after sex. He'll run you a nice warm bath, maybe even putting some lavender scented Epsom Salt in there to soothe your muscles. He probably wont get in the bath with you however, opting to sit outside the tub and help you wash yourself up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His : His favorite body part on himself is probably his hands. He loves how much pleasure he can bring you just by using his hands, whether it be to pound his fingers into your warm cunt until you cum, or to choke you while he splits you open on his cock. <3

Yours: He loves your thighs. When he's exhausted from climbing up and down Dragonspine nothing is better than falling asleep on the soft flesh of your thighs, and when he's fucking his fat cock into your tight little pussy he loves watching the way they bounce with the rough slap of his hips against your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He LOVES the way your body looks covered in his warm cum. The sight of the milky substance covering your soft tummy drives him nuts!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'll never admit it, but when you decide to take control, demanding he get you off by whatever means necessary, it really turns him on. The indignant gleam in your eyes as you point to the ground between your spread legs, insisting he eat you out, makes his cock twitch in his pants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't see Albedo being very experienced before you meet him. Most of what he knows it stuff he's learned through rendezvous with you. When you first start dating and having sex, he's clumsy, not to sure what to do, but don't worry, he's a fast learner!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you beneath him in classic doggy. His strong hands will hold your waist as his hips and balls smack against your ass. His head is thrown back, moans escaping his pretty lips, and if he's particularly sensitive that day you might even see a few pleasurable tears slips down his plump cheeks.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn't talk or joke much during sex, he's too focused on bringing you both pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubes are a darker blonde than the rest of his hair. He trims it regularly, but its still a little messy down there, however he's very clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Albedo can be VERY romantic during sex, for him it truly is a expression of love. He's relatively vanilla because of this, he just wants to make both of you feel good, because he loves you so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very frequently, I think. He strikes me as the kinda guy with a low libido, and when he does get horny it's normally because you've done something to turn him on. That being said, he does pleasure himself every once in a while.

Albedo had been stuck up in DragonSpine for some weeks now, the weather had been particularly harsh recently leaving him unable to trek down the mountains. He misses you, he hasn't seen or spoken to you since he got up here, no bird could handle the weather conditions for long enough to send you a letter. He finds himself incredibly frustrated by week three. He wants to feel your hands on him again, and wants to hold you too. He's uncertain how long it will be until he see's you again, and the portraits he'd been painting of you while stuck weren't cutting it anymore. Late one night, after a particularly erotic dream he just can't help himself anymore. He slips one of his hands into his boxers, pulling his cock from its restraints. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back he imagines his hand is your own. He desperately fists his cock, just trying to get to his high, ashamed enough as it is. His lab is filled with the sounds of him thrusting up into his hand, wet squelching sounds permeating the air around him. He pulls his shirt up between his teeth, watching as precum dribbles from his flushed cock head. Quiet moans escape between the fabric as his orgasm approaches, creeping up on him. His eyes drift to his most recent painting of you, your gorgeous smile staring back at him as he whimpers. He throws his head back as a rough wave of euphoria crashes into him. His warm ropes of cum cover his hand and stomach, thick drops falling onto his lap as he tries to catch his breath.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I said before he's pretty vanilla, focusing more on the romantic aspect of sex. However, he has a weak spot for some light choking, he likes it because it shows that you trust him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He LOVES to fuck you in his lab. His experiments are his adventures, and experimenting with your body it no different. That being said he also enjoys the usual places, such as in bed or in the bath.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He lives for the build up. A candle lit dinner at your favorite restaurant, followed by a soothing bath, and there's no better ending to a beautiful night than a round or two of beautiful love making.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He refuses to actually hurt you in any way. He loves you, and greatly fears ever doing anything that could bring you harm, this includes any kind of painful bedroom play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he prefers receiving, he thinks you look so pretty on your knees for him. It's a vulnerable and precarious position, so the fact that you enjoy doing this for him makes his heart flutter,

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slower, more sensual sex. He wants to bask in every moment of pleasure with you, pressing kisses to your face and whispering how much he loves you in between them.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan, but is done for it every once in a while, however only if you initiate it. He'll never ask you for a quicky, he doesn't like to rush his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really a risk taker, prefers to play it safe. He has two assistants and a little girl who are constantly seeking him out, he would be mortified if you two were ever caught, especially if it's Klee.

He's down to experiment, but probably only if you're asking to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Prefers just one or two rounds, not really a marathon sex kinda guy. One or two to make sure you're both satiated it perfect to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't mind if you own or use them, but he doesn't own or use any himself. Not his kinda play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not super into teasing you, but thinks it's attractive when you tease him, he loves the chase.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to muffle most of his noises, but he's a moaner for sure. They're lower moans, but still definitely still moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He finds you most beautiful when you're just comfortable, for example, when you're lazing around the house in a baggy shirt and oversized sweat pants. It shows him you're comfortable with him, and that makes him want to love you, to show you he loves you no matter what.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a lot of lean muscle, not bulky, doesn't have abs just those like two lines on both sides of his stomach yk? He's not super thick, but it's got decent length, like 5.5 inches hard. His shaft is pretty and pale, and his tip is a pretty peach pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, he has a relatively low libido. Like sex like once a week after a long work week, but probably will only initiate it himself after like two.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very soon after, he cleans you up first and foremost. When you're both clean, he likes to just hold you in his arms, maybe even with you cockwarming him, while he basks in your presence.

#albedo #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x you #genshin smut #Albedo smut #Albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x you #Albedo imagines

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minevn · 1 year ago

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Do you mind if i ask how the LI would react to mc walking only wearing underwear because its hot outside?

Thx <3

(I don’t mind at all! :3)

🔞SUGGESTIVE CONTENT AHEAD! MDNI🔞

Minato: As soon as Minato sees you his entire face tuns red. He awkwardly coughs and looks away. He's finding any excuse to not be near you right now and he won't be able to face you for the next couple of days.

Haruto: Haruto stares wide eyed for a second before chuckling. "Dear, you should probably cover up. It'd be awful if someone other then me saw you like this." Haruto doesn't react much other then that, you guys used to bathe together when you were younger.

Jun: Jun blushes as soon as she sees you. "Cute underwear, but maybe you should cover up? Make sure your curtains are closed at least." She'll pull you over to the couch and cover you up with blankets while she personally makes sure all your curtains are closed.

Hoshi: Throws a pillow at you while his face is completely red. "COVER UP!" When you try to explain that it's too hot out they just cut you off, saying they don't care and that you should cover up anyways.

Habiki: He just stares at you for a minute before talking to you like nothing is happening. On the inside, their freaking out! They want to look anywhere but at you but is worried that might make you feel awkward.

Kage: Screams and covers his eyes. He wont be able to look and talk to you for a while. There's a chance he'd completely run out of your house. They'd buy you a gift to make up for their actions. Yes, they were embarrassed, but they'd feel bad if their way of acting made you feel awkward as well.

Kei: Chokes on his coffee. His entire face is red and his composure is gone completely. He awkwardly clears his throat and looks anywhere else. He can't believe that you've gotten this comfortable with him, he feels as if he's accomplished something, the last thing he wants to do is ruin that progress.

Yani: Yani blushes and laughs, removing her pants as well. They're wearing YOUR underwear, the pair that went missing MONTHS ago. You try to question but Yani just gives you a kiss whenever you try. He's more touchy with you then usual and is kissing and nipping whatever skin is showing.

#visual novel #💝-minevn #yandere #yandere boy #yandere vn #🍽️-hoshi #👤-kage #🎀-jun #🐠-Minato #📙-Haruto #🎻-Habiki #💻-Kei #💕-Yani #🔞-minors dni #🎤-Asks

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xatsperesso · 2 years ago

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Iruma is taken

Listen!!!

I am currently working on a bonus/alternate ending that is wayyyy happier than this!! This is your only warning!! I came into this seeking violence and boy did i get what i was asking for

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Part 4/4

Part 1 part 2 part 3

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He just

Left

He left him here, all alone with demons that wanted to hurt me. Walked behind Kirio without giving even sparing me a second glance.

No, no. Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He can't be like that.

My head hurts so much. Everything feels too hot, too dry.

I close my eyes, wishing for this feeling to just go away

Sleep carries me away from all the pain, numbing my headache to a dull pounding.

Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He's a Good one. He isn’t like that

–

Something is touching my hand. It’s moving my hand, waving it in the air.

I snapped my eye open and forced down the growl that wanted to escape.

Kirio was all-too-happily waving my hand in the air.

There’s a seal on my hand. (He feels warm. So uncomfortably warm, but he ignores the feeling)

Kalego-sensei appeared, and immediately checked me over, fussing and prodding, keeping note of my reaction to anything, everything. Every wince, every uncomfortable move, he was keeping note of it all, trying to know whether I got hurt anywhere (and the familiarity of the movements from whenever opera checks me over is, oddly comforting)

His chest suddenly feels lighter, relief flooding him as he sees that Kalego still cares. He wont just leave me behind. It was just a dream-

Ahem

Kirio cleared his throat, and Kalego froze. He looked contemplating, then regretful. I stomp down on the unease building up inside my chest because he’s kalego-sensei. He won’t just-

Kalego’s body started flying higher, getting away from him, before turning and moving towards Kirio. And just like his memory, Kalego left the room without looking back once.

And he’s once again alone with the doctor.

But he did look regretful! He didn’t leave until Kirio told him to-

"Well, now that they're finally that they're gone, let’s do some fun experiments!" Blood runs cold in my veins. I can feel my heart stop beating, remembering the last experiment. How it went,how it left me.

"Say, iruma, I've been wondering,” his hand moves to hold a device, his face full of glee as he points it at iruma

Kalego-sensei,

“at what electric voltage do humans pass out?"

Please don’t leave me behind.

It wasn’t a one-time thing. He really hoped it was a one-time thing.

But, but he knows Kalego isn’t leaving him behind. They’re forcing him to leave. They’re forcing him to do something beyond that door.

He just doesn’t know what. He knows that Kalego is doing it against his will. He knows that Kalego doesn’t come back once he’s out of the room, so probably he keeps doing whatever they tell him to do until he turns back, and for some reason, they only summon him when Iruma’s asleep. Never when he’s awake (And he always wakes up feeling so hot, and when Kalego returns, when the ritual is broken, Iruma’s left feeling so so cold)

Today the doctor isn’t here when Kalego leaves, so Iruma left here alone with his thoughts. Wonders of what Kalego might be doing, and what he might be feeling (and if there’s a way to make him stop obeying them)

Eventually, the doctor comes, and apologizes for being a little late for their usual “science time” (he says a little late, like he was late ten minutes. It felt like he was waiting for hours)

He suddenly moves to iruma, curiosity and excitement painting his features. They always are, doesn’t matter whether scream of pain fill the room or his crisp white coat is painted in blood. He’s always smiling. Always curious.

He suddenly grabs Iruma’s arm, binds moving for the first time since his capture. A whimper of pain escapes his lips, and he tenses, unsure of what thing the doctor wants to test now (Balam-sensei’s tests were never like this. He misses Balam-sensei so much)

“How long does it take for a human bone to heal?"

wha-?

Crack

Nothing could have prepared him for this. Hot searing pain suddenly coursing through his body as his throat feels raw from the scream that was ripped from him.

"And different bones take different times for demons to heal back. Does yours too?" He tilts his head, feigning innocent curiosity. Iruma wants to throw up.

Crack

Something is wrong. Something is Very wrong.

Everything is falling apart.

It’s been two months, two devidamn months, and they still dont have the tiniest hint of Iruma’s location! Nothing works, not when he looks around that damned mansion to look for unique markings, not when they use tracking magic on Kalego before he gets summoned, not when they try to get the help of the other crowns (Baal always has a convincing reason for why they cant help them save their kid) He cant even stay with the kid for two damned minutes before they get impateint! Nothing is going according to plan.

And everytime he sees the kid, everytime he sees Iruma he has more bandages on him. At this point there’s more bandages than skin. The last time he waws summoned, his bones were fucking broken! They’re not even torturing him, they’re just tormenting him for the heck of it!

And when he confronted the assholes keeping his kid in this shithole, that this was not part of their deal, he’s only met with threats. To just shut up and continue working. Continue attacking enter place here. (deep in Kalego’s mind, he’s grateful they’ve yet to make him attack the school, or devil forbid, his students)

Nothing is healing properly

Everything hurt hurt h u r t s so much

Kalego doesn’t look at him, he's always out the door behind kirio

He knows they're using him. He never leaves until they signal him to (like he's some kind of pet for them to use). Every time he sees him, Kalego looks more and more distraught. He looks so tired.

He doesn’t want his sensei to be like that. To look like that. He wants the haunted look in his eyes to go away.

Maybe, maybe sensei will leave him if he told him. Maybe it's time. Maybe he should stop hanging on to selfish, childish hope.

He doesn’t want to hurt him more

–

"I've noticed you've been feeling distressed without your master~" he watches his reaction intently, excitement on his face as he waits for whatever reaction he expects Kalego to have. Kalego maintains his glare, refusing to react to his words (and ignoring the fear that floods his veins because dammit, why is he mentioning his kid?)

A moment went by, and Kirio's exaggerated pout at Kalego's lack of expression finally came, and with a sigh, he finally continued his sentence

"And since we don't really have a use for you today, we're allowing you to stay by your master's side today"

At first, it felt like a blessing, but now looking at the kid in front of him, he almost wishes he wasn't summoned that day.

In front of him, iruma is sitting with no bandages in sight, giving kalego full view of the horrors that hid from him

Deformed bonds, burn scars, and a chunk of flesh missing near his neck

Why?

Why him? Why his kid?

"What happened?" He whispered, the look in Iruma's eyes hurt to see.

He looks so defeated. He looks so tired.

He looks like he accepts it.

"Kirio wanted to know what I'd taste like" what? This-this makes no sense, why-?

"Sensei," something in his voice tore Kalego’s eyes from the violent wound and forced him to look into his kid's eyes. And for the first time since they were dragged into this hell, Iruma’s eyes shined with determination. It almost comforted kalego, almost gave him hope that he isn’t too late-

"I'm a human"

Oh. Oh no.

No nono this can't be, he cant have left him there, failed him for months at the hands of-fuck

He needs to fix this, he needs to help him, he needs to get him out of there right now

He's getting his kid out of there now, no. matter. what.

This shouldn't have happened. Kalego was supposed to not care or feel betrayed or anything

He shouldn’t have said anything. He should’ve stayed quiet. He shouldn��t have told, have burdened him with this knowledge

He should’ve found another way to die, to free his dad

The bond is broken. He will never be able to form it again.

He refuses to let go of kalego. Baal is coming, throwing words that almost sound taunting. He can't hear a thing. Baal is almost before him. if he looks up,he'll see the spear he's holding. The same spear that pierced through Kalego’s heart.

He refuses to let go of him. He refuses to let go of kalego (he ignores the warm blood that paints him, the non-existent bond that no longer connects them, the blank, hollow eyes that no matter what he does will never look at him again)

Tears fall onto kalego, iruma pulls him closer. Something fast, strong, dangerous soars to Iruma.

Iruma never let go.

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Welp, this took longer than i expected. I hope this is what me from 4 months ago envisioned, cause at this point i dont remember what brought me here.

Uhh stay tuned for the bonus that is hopefully better than this and will hopefully post soon

#gaaaahh #finally!#im done with this!!#it will no longer make me feel so guilty TvT #gosh im so happy it's done #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #iruma kun #mairimashita manga #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #baal sabnock #mairimashita fanfic #angst no comfort #angst no happy ending #amiy kirio

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slothquisitor · 5 months ago

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What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Seventeen

A post-campaign Baldur’s Gate 3 eldritch horror AU.

Chapter summary: The gang takes on the horrors. TW: Blood, graphic violence, body horror. And a whole slew of other things I don't know how to tag. Shit gets wild, besties.

Read from the beginning.

Read on AO3.

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“What do you mean Percy infected himself, is he mad?” Astarion asks as they traverse deeper into the stone tunnels, hurrying down narrow stone stairs. This is his first actual look at the place he was taken. He doesn’t recognize it at all, but he suspects it can’t be far from the Caldwells…probably.

Liv has her dancing lights bobbing about their heads, following them down the long narrow hallways. “I think he felt guilty abandoning you before.”

Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, but Astarion suspects it had a lot more to do with trying to make it up to his sister. “Or he wanted to prove himself to you.”

Liv’s answer is a roll of her eyes. “Yeah, because he’s been known to give a shit what I think.”

“He does care, I believe, in a rather roundabout insufferable way.”

Liv smiles at that. “You the expert on that?”

“Are you calling me insufferable? After the trying day I’ve had?” But he’s grateful for the humor, for the way she knows exactly how to pull him out of his own head, to keep him moving.

“Oh good, she does know you. I worried you’d sucked her in with your considerable charms,” Jaheira drawls.

“Jaheira! You think I’m charming?”

And just like that, he’s transported to an earlier time, running through tunnels, scared shitless together. Gods, it feels familiar in the most wonderful way. He won’t tell them this, but he has missed Jaheira’s teasing, even Gale’s long-winded explanations. But mostly, he missed this: going on an adventure, no matter how terrifying.

The tunnel curves around and suddenly everything opens up around them. They’re in some sort of receiving chamber, a place that feels like a precursor to a much larger space. It’s partially crumbled, as stone is wont to do. It’s fairly reminiscent of the murder tribunal, honestly.

He looks to Jaheira. “Does everyone have a secret underground area beneath their home?”

“Don’t look at me, mine was a natural formation, I didn’t build a whole…temple.”

“It’s really a wonder that with all the earthquakes caused by the Netherbrain that the whole city didn’t collapse in on itself,” Gale says.

Liv glances between them in alarm. “You mean to tell me that this is like…normal for this city?”

“We went underground a lot while fighting the Absolute,” Gale replies.

“Comforting.” Liv glances up at the stone ceiling of this place as if she’s wondering whether or not it might collapse around them.

Up ahead of them, he can see Shadowheart and Minsc huddled around Percy, who is sitting with his back up against a crumbled piece of pillar. No one has bothered explaining who the hells Veska is, but he’s not sure he really cares at this point. If they’re here to help, the more the merrier, really. Upon seeing them, Liv hurries over, dropping down beside her brother.

“What’s going on?” Liv whispers as she approaches.

“Veska went on a bit ahead, but Percy thought he shouldn’t go any further.”

Percy looks the messiest Astarion has ever seen him. He’s covered in sweat, face pale. His hair looks like he’s been holding handfuls of it at intervals.

Percy looks up at Astarion and flashes a strained smile. “Oh good, you’re alive.”

“What the hells have you done?” he asks. He can smell Percy’s blood, the way it’s tainted.

Percy shrugs, but it’s clear the movement takes some effort, seems to pain him. “Had to do something to make sure you never wanted to drink my blood.”

“And you still find a way to joke about it,” Shadowheart chides him, but she’s placing her hands on his face, fingers glowing bright blue. It looks like whatever she’s doing is providing him some degree of relief.

An elven woman Astarion has never met rejoins the group. Her hair is a pale sort of strawberry blond and her cornflower blue eyes search out Shadowheart hungrily before turning her attention to everyone else. How interesting. This must be Veska.

“I’ve got bad news,” she says. “There is something terrible happening in the next chamber. There are people here, lots of people.”

“How many?” Jaheira asks.

“Twenty or so.”

“Infected?” Liv asks.

Veska glances at Percy who has grown paler in the last few moments. “Well, they don’t look like Percy, but there’s something not right about the way they move…almost synchronized. It seems like they’re preparing for something.”

“These people aren’t here of their own volition. They might attack us or whatever this thing is might use them as a shield. We need to keep them alive if we can,” Liv says.

“Oh lovely, we get to fight the Not-Lucian and have to deal with trying not to make other people collateral damage,” Astarion says, not bothering to hide his annoyance. For once, it would be nice to be able to rush in somewhere and just kill everything in sight. Certainly easier at any rate. “It killed Wyllyck to strengthen itself…we should be prepared for it to be the one doing the damage.”

He watches the concerned lines of Liv’s face grow deeper as she looks at her brother. “And don’t forget that we still don’t know what this thing actually is or how to stop it,” Liv adds with a tone that truly deserves an award.

“Oh, so no different than any other fight we’ve been in,” Shadowheart replies lightly.

And everything happening here might be terrible and horrifying, but when have things not been with these people? It’s actually a comfort, strangely enough.

“Well, shall we?” Astarion asks, more than ready to get some payback on Not-Lucian.

Shadowheart frowns. “Someone should stay here with Percy.”

“I’m fine,” he says, but it’s clear words are a struggle. His hands are shaking, he folds his arms in an attempt to conceal just how badly.

Jaheira leans closer. “Was it better further away? Maybe you could go back up the stairs.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go.” But it sounds like a lie.

Liv glances over at Astarion, clearly unconvinced before looking back at her brother. “I have a solution, but you don’t like it.”

Percy smiles, it’s an exhausted thing. “I’m all ears.”

“I could kill you for an hour.”

He laughs joylessly. “Gods, how badly do you want that to be permanent, Liv?”

“Do you trust me?” she asks, the question is quiet, barely louder than a whisper.

It’s clear that Percy is in pain, and that he’s struggling. Oblivion probably sounds nice. “I trust you.”

Liv pulls a small pot of dirt from her bag, pulls out a pinch of it, and hesitates. The siblings stare at each other for a moment, and then he gives her a nod. Her fingers are gentle as she touches his arm and casts the same spell he’s seen her use before. Percy goes limp, as though he’s dead. Shadowheart helps her lay him down on the ground, tucking him slightly into the shadows of the pillar, obscured from view.

Everyone stands then, moves for the doorway, but Liv lingers. He watches her rest her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be back,” she says, even though he cannot hear her. And perhaps that is why she can say it now, why she can show how much she cares where Percy cannot see, where it cannot become something that hurts her later.

“He’ll be fine, I’m sure,” Astarion says as she stands.

She nods without any particular enthusiasm. “Let’s go.”

The stairs leading into the next room are broken and cracked with age. Their group moves carefully, using the large stones that scatter this side of the room as cover. The room is large and open, pillars are dotted about, obscuring parts of it from view, but he can clearly see a large stone altar in the middle, surrounded by twenty or so people from all walks of life. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason, no connecting thread between them. Perhaps they all just got unlucky. But then he sees Devella among their ranks and his stomach drops. Shit, when had that happened and how had he missed it? She’d been acting strangely fidgety at the party earlier, had she been infected then and he didn’t notice it?

Not-Lucian stands on the dias near the altar, his back to the room. He is doing something with his hands, but Astarion is to make it out. Their group moves forward carefully, dodging behind pillars and moving quietly. So far, no one has paid them any mind.

Suddenly, Not-Lucian raises a hand into the air, and then every single one of those surrounding the altar begins tearing into their own flesh. Their fingers are curled into claws, and they rip at their arms, their legs, anything they can reach until they begin to bleed. The stench of the blood fills the chamber, and Astarion stops breathing. The blood spills and pools, hitting the stone like rain. Astarion is frozen in horror as the blood begins to rise into the air, tendrils breaking and branching. Not-Lucian curls his still-raised hand into a fist and some of the blood that begins to circle above them all flows into him. As the blood enters Not-Lucian, the power is palpable, the entire world seems to throb with it.

In front of Not-Lucian, there is a rip in reality, a slicing through time and space. It opens like a maw, filled with teeth. And Astarion doesn’t know much, but he does know that whatever Not-Lucian is trying to pull through that thing is much much worse than anything they’ve seen so far.

***

Liv has never been so afraid in her whole life. It was one thing to be attacked in the shop, another to not know if Astarion was alright, but this is another level of fear. Blood drifts lazily into the air, surging like a heartbeat, flowing into the figure that stands on the dias. But Liv can’t quite keep her eyes off of the rip in reality behind the figure. There is a sense of wrongness in the air, and Liv isn’t sure if it’s the nerves or something wrong in the room, but she feels like she could throw up.

“Is it opening a rift?” Gale asks, looking at her and Astarion as if they have any of the answers.

“Apparently,” Astarion says.

“I’m more concerned about whatever it wants to call through it.” The words are hard to get out. She’s not sure how everyone else is managing to be so calm.

“We better stop him before it gets any bigger then,” Jaheira says, and in a flash of golden light, she becomes a panther.

Astarion offers her a smile, before he rolls out behind the pillar, taking shots with his crossbows at Lucian. Shadowheart murmurs something under her breath, hand on her heart, and Liv feels a blessing settle against her skin.

“Come on, Boo. We will stop this evil!” Minsc yells, running into the fray.

Veska surveys the room. “I’m going to head around to the other side, get another angle on him.”

Shadowheart nods, gaze following her movements. “Do you think anything could break these people out of whatever this is? They’re feeding him power.”

“I don’t know. Your divine magic is different than mine though. Perhaps you’ll find a way.”

“I’ll try.” And then Shadowheart is weaving between pillars and people.

“It’s tempting to go in and throw whatever big magic you have at something like this right away, but we don’t know what we’re dealing with, so it’s better to stick with smaller spells at first, figure out its weaknesses, then go for the big ones,” Gale explains. “Stick by me.”

She’s grateful to follow behind Gale, to have someone tell her exactly what to do. Lucian’s back is no longer toward the group but he is instead actively fighting Jaheira, Minsc, and Astarion. His body shifts and moves in inhuman ways, his joints breaking and bending the wrong ways as he dodges their blows. The blood that had been circling above the room swirls more maliciously now, and Liv watches in horror as the tendrils slither forward and strike like snakes. Jaheira takes a hit, and growls in pain or fury, Liv isn’t sure.

Veska has a pair of daggers out, and she jumps forward from the far end of the altar, slicing at Lucian. Liv aims a firebolt at him, and while it hits, it seemingly does nothing beyond pissing him off. There’s a prickling feeling at the back of her neck like someone is watching her, but as she turns around she sees nothing. Except at the top of the stairs into the room, she notices a slumped figure, crawling on the ground. It’s Percy….or at least his body. Blood leaks from his nose and mouth and ears…flowing into the swirling mass in the room.

It hadn’t mattered that she’d feigned his death, except that it spared him being awake for the horror of this, she supposes. All of the pieces are back together, just like whatever this thing is had wanted. Once into the passageway, she never should have let Percy come with them. She wants to go to him, to make sure he’s okay, but he is one person in a room of many. And so that will have to wait.

Shadowheart darts between the victims, healing the wounds she can, closing them up to stop the flow of blood. It doesn’t matter, they simply carve new wounds into themselves, faces devoid of any emotion at all. Liv sends an ice knife at Lucian’s throat, and while it shatters rather spectacularly, it hasn’t fazed him.

Suddenly, the room seems to contract, as if that rift behind the altar is sucking in its breath. And then it exhales, and they are all thrown back. She hits the stone wall, hard, her body collapsing in a heap. Her shoulder took the brunt of the impact, but her ears are still ringing. And above it all is a pervasive sense of wrongness in the air.

Minsc is the first to recover, screams as he goes for the attack. Astarion isn’t far behind, but Jaheira is no longer in her panther form, and Veska’s head is bleeding. Shadowheart sends a bright bolt of light towards Lucian, but like everything else, it isn’t working. Nothing is working.

Has she brought them into a fight that is unwinnable? Is the key to start killing these people who are enthralled? She doesn’t want to take that risk. She glances at Gale, who still looks dazed, but is clearly making the same calculations she is.

“What is this thing? There’s got to be some way to harm it. Nothing is unkillable.” Gale has been mostly calm and confident through this whole ordeal, but she can hear the panic in his voice.

“I think the people here are powering somehow.”

Gale’s gaze goes flint-like, resigned. “I was sincerely hoping you weren’t going to say that. I have no desire to kill any of these poor people.”

Liv peers around the column they’re crouched behind, Minsc and Astarion are still fighting, and Jaheira has moved back, and is now tossing spells as well as wielding twin swords, thorns cover the ground, grasping at Lucian’s legs. But she can see the way that Astarion is tiring, that Minsc’s attacks are slower than they were. She’s not sure if it’s true fatigue or if it has something to do with the power rolling off of the rift in sickening, lurching waves.

Then there is the faintest popping noise and the scent of ozone in the air, and Liv immediately braces for something bad to happen, but then two figures materialize beside her and Gale. She dodges out of the way, and Gale moves too, an arm extended, ready to throw a spell, but then she recognizes the figures.

“Kharis?” Liv stumbles forward in shock, the second figure is familiar too, but it isn’t until he turns to her fully that she realizes it is her brother, Roland. She hasn’t seen her brother in years, not since he left for Candlekeep after Brelia died and stopped returning her letters.

He glances about the space with a look of unsurprised dread. “Well, sister, you certainly have gotten yourself into quite the mess, haven’t you? This is way worse than anything I could see when I scryed on you.”

Kharis grabs her arm. “This thing, it’s a uuvudaum from the Far Realm. Its only purpose is to come here, amass power and open a rift back so that other things can come through, can escape.”

Liv knows little of the Far Realm, only that it is a multidimensional place of madness. “Please tell me you’ve come here with a plan.”

“First, that thing, puppeting the host needs to be banished. And then someone has to close the rift otherwise it will just come back through,” Kharis explains.

Roland pulls out a scroll, holds it out to her. “I used all my magic to find you and get us here, I’ll be very little help.”

Liv looks to Gale. “Would you…”

He shakes his head. “I’ll do the banishing, but you’ll need to close the rift.”

Liv takes the scroll, opens it, and begins to read. The spell is complicated, but nothing nearly as difficult as the spells she’s been attempting to craft for Astarion. The problem is going to be the length of time she’ll need. The spell will take several minutes, and banishment lasts only one.

“You’ll need to wait to banish it, simply keep it busy while I start closing the rift. I’ve got to be close to it too.”

“Shadowheart!” Gale calls, and Shadowheart runs over, calling down sacred fire on Lucian as she does.

She holds her shield up, covering them all. If she is confused by the presence of two newcomers to their ranks, she doesn’t show it. “What do you need?”

“Get Liv up to that rift and keep everything off her. Let everyone else know they need to keep Lucian busy,” Gale says.

Shadowheart takes a deep breath, and then the ghostly specters of golden wolves begin to run around them in a circle, guarding them from harm. “Stay close to me.”

She glances back at Roland and Kharis. “It’s about damn time.” She means it differently for them both, but she hopes they can also sense the gratitude. They showed up in the nick of time.

“You can yell at me after you’ve dealt with the uuvudaum,” Roland says with a smile, readying a bolt of flame in his hands. Kharis has his axe drawn, and he’s already rushing forward with them, a grin on his face.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve had the occasion to use this.”

And then she is running with Shadowheart towards the altar and the rift. “Keep him busy. I need time!”

“How much?” Astarion yells back as she falls to her knees near the rift, this close the sickening wrongness is impossible to ignore. Her stomach twists and churns, but she can’t allow herself to be sick, not now.

“A few minutes,” she manages, and she gets to work. She can hear the fighting around her, the scrape of metal on bone, the way it doesn’t slow Lucian down. She can hear the way the blood strikes at them all and the heavy breathing of her companions. But she has to shut it all out.

The first step of the spell allows her to see the threads of reality, the rips in the tapestry of her world, the way the rift is breaking through it. She can see them now, and she must reach out with her magic, pull them closed, but the second her magic pulls at the threads she finds herself tumbling down, down, down, down into the dark.

Into the cold…

Her eyes are closed, but she has no memory of closing them at all. She opens them and finds that the stone room and the altar are gone. Smeared away by this cold, enveloping darkness. There is no landscape here in the dark, but she feels the ground, feels like there is something here, but she cannot quite see it. She sits on the ground, alone.

Or not quite alone.

Emerging in front of her, as if it is stepping between layers of film is a dark figure. It looks vaguely humanoid, but its neck and limbs are all too long, giving it a spider-like quality as it moves. It is a lone figure, but it doesn’t feel like one, it feels like many, like a vastness she cannot entirely comprehend.

She tries to speak, but no sound emerges. And she realizes that there is no sound in this place, perfect silence is all that greets her.

The figure’s jerky movements bring it closer to her, bending over her. This close it’s clear that the figure before her wears armor so dark, it seems to be sucking in every bit of light in this already dark place. What are you? You are new.

The words are above her, around her, in her head, piercing her ears in through the silence. She is frozen in place, unable to speak or move or do anything at all.

You have a sense of the Material about you, has Harbinger brought you for me?

Its face, if it can be called that, moves ever closer. But instead of a face, it is a void, a swirling mass of stars and eternity. It is nothing, it is everything. It is eternal. And then there are teeth.

If there was sound, she would be screaming.

***

There is magic pouring of the portal, of this rip in their world. Astarion can feel it, the way it swirls around him and drains him of energy. He is still fighting, still dodging tendrils of blood that strike out at them, needle-sharp. Even Minsc is looking worse for wear, as Not-Lucian’s fingers, broken into claws, swipe at them all. Kharis has joined the fray though, and it’s a relief to have a fresh weapon in the battle.

Nothing has harmed him, the blood swirling above their heads seems to be powering him in some way. Jaheira has retreated away and is tossing spells to no avail. Shadowheart’s spirit guardians run in circles around her and Liv, and she stands as a sentinel, guarding her while she works her magic to fix this, to save them all.

Minsc takes a heavy blow and staggers. Not-Lucian clocks the movement, and Astarion throws every bit of energy he has at attacking him, at stepping between them, giving Minsc the extra time he needs. Veska has been more helpful than he could have hoped, dancing in and out with her daggers, but even she has slowed. This isn’t a fight they can win, only draw out long enough for Liv to do whatever it is she must.

He sees an opening and swipes forward with his dagger, slicing the backs of Not-Lucian’s ankles in a move that would cripple a normal person. But Not-Lucian isn’t normal, and the blood that spills out merely soaks back in, muscles and bone and sinew weaving together in new horrifying ways. Minsc gets clawed, and goes down, and then Not-Lucian kicks Veska away, turning its full attention on him. He dodges, but he isn’t fast enough, not when Not-Lucian can break his arms and legs over and over to scramble at him.

Not-Lucian grips him by the throat, and shoves him to the ground. He feels the impact reverberate through him, knocking what little air there was in his lungs out. He is reeling and pinned down by this monstrosity.

“Now! Do it now!” A voice calls through the wobbling of the world, and he thinks he might agree…do something…someone. Otherwise, this is it, isn’t it?

Mouth open, throat tendrils extended, Not-Lucian bears down on him, and his energy sucked away, he can do nothing but watch.

And then the weight is gone. Not-Lucian disappears. Astarion scrambles up, daggers raised. Gale’s hand is extended in his direction, and it’s clear he’s battling his will against Not-Lucian’s.

The chamber is quiet for a moment until suddenly it is filled with the most bone-chilling scream he’s ever heard. It makes him jump and he looks around, wondering at the source of it, but then he realizes it’s coming from Liv. She sits near the rift, illuminated by the bloody red glow of it, her magic a purple twist flowing between her hands.

“What’s wrong with her?” he yells, rushing to her side. The scream stops, and he’s not sure if that’s better or worse.

“Don’t touch her! She’s closing the rift!” The voice that had called out earlier rushes forward. The newcomer is a tall half-elf with dark curly hair. He hadn’t seen the familial resemblance with Percy, but he sees it now. This must be the other brother, the one who was at Candlekeep, the one Liv mentioned just once and never again on a quiet evening when he’d asked her about her family.

“Everyone alright?” Shadowheart calls, voice filled with a panicked edge. “We’ve a moment before that thing might appear again, right?”

Gale’s teeth are clenched together, and he groans slightly with the effort of maintaining the spell. Astarion stands back up, watching the space where Not-Lucian disappeared, ready to fight again, but really hoping that whatever Liv is doing means they don’t have to.

***

The figure with a void for a face inches toward her, but then they are no longer alone. Two other figures appear, drawing its attention away, and Liv, still frozen in place, stops screaming.

One figure is a man. Lucian. She’s studied his face well enough to know it anywhere, even here. His hair has escaped the loose tie at the nape of his neck, it falls over his face in a messy curtain.

Harbinger . The Void greets the other figure.

This one is not humanoid at all. It has a torso of sorts and two arms, but it is there that the similarities end. It has several feet that rise up angular like spider legs, and instead of a head it instead has a long, sinewy tail that ends in a sharp spike. There are mouths all over it all sharpened teeth and frightful smiles.

What have you brought me? The Void crouches over Lucian. This one is real. Did you bring it to nurture me?

It is the one that opened the way. The portal is nearly ready.

The Void bends forward. First, I must be nourished and then we will pass through . It is difficult to see Lucian’s face from where she sits, still frozen, but she can sense his fear, feels as though if she could hear him he might be pleading, begging.

Bending ever lower, the Void cups Lucian’s cheek, and presses the tip of its head against Lucian’s brow in a move that might be gentle if it were not for what comes next. The stars and darkness in the Void’s face swirl, and Lucian is ripped apart, torn into pieces, dissolved.

Liv reaches for her magic on instinct, for something, anything to get her out of here, to avoid that fate. Even in her panic, she can feel the threads, the way her magic holds them, and tugs them tight as she can, and everything goes dark.

***

Moments pass, crawling by. Astarion can feel the cool touch of Shadowheart’s healing settling down over all of them. Gale has dropped the spell, and has said that Not-Lucian, something called a uvuudaum is now back where it belongs. He doesn’t care what it is, he just wants Liv to be alright.

He moves over to her. Her hands are still moving the magic pulling between them, but she looks calm, if not exactly present. Her nose is bleeding, leaking dark red. He glances frantically between Kharis and Rolandris. “Is there anything we can do to help her?”

“It’s a complicated spell. Give it time,” Kharis replies, glancing around at Astarion and his friends, at the way they all crowd around Liv and this rift. The blood in the room still swirls above them maliciously, but it isn’t striking out, with Not-Lucian banished, well, it seems to not be quite as aggressive.

There is a bright burst of light from the rift, and then Astarion watches as reality itself seems to stitch back together, the rift growing smaller and smaller. And there is Liv, sitting beside it, swaying a little as it all disappears. The blood swirling above them stops and drops like putrid rain overtop them all.

There are screams and cries as those enthralled by Not-Lucian’s control come to, but Astarion only has eyes for Liv. He drops to his kneels beside her, and she glances up at him, with a smile. “It’s closed.”

“You’re incredible,” he says, unable to contain his awe pulling her into his arms for the second time today. She leans into him weakly. And he holds onto her tighter, keeping her upright. She has saved them all. Of course, she has.

“Hells yeah!” Roland cheers a fist in the air. “That worked!”

“I’m sorry, did you come here with a solution you didn’t even know would work?” Astarion asks, unable to keep the ire from his voice.

Roland flashes a grin that reminds him so much of Percy he wants to punch him in the face too. “Well, yeah. But it worked anyway, didn’t it?”

Kharis, Jaheira, Minsc, Shadowheart, and Veska have already stepped down off the altar, and are trying to help the people who have just come to in a room full of horror. Liv seems to notice. “We should help,” she tries to stand but is far too unsteady.

“I think that you and I are going to stay right here,” he says, pulling her against him and back to the floor.

It’s a testament to how exhausted she must be that she doesn’t fight it. But then she stiffens, craning to look up the stairs. “Oh shit, where’s Percy?”

“Percy…is here?” Roland asks rather incredulously.

She points to a crumpled form at the top of the stairs. Shit. Liv’s feigning his death seems to have done nothing to keep him from this room. “He helped us find this place, infected himself to do it. Help him?”

“Oh good, Kharis is going to help too,” Liv says, her eyes trained on her brothers.

“He’ll be fine. Look at all these people…they’re all fine.” Well, fine might be overstating it a bit, but between a druid, two clerics, and a ranger all with healing spells, the people are getting themselves patched up in no time at all.

“Are they still tainted? Or is it gone?” Liv asks.

He hasn’t breathed since stepping foot in this chamber, quite on purpose, but he takes a trembling, tentative whiff. The room smells like blood, clean and normal, and nothing else. The scent makes his gums ache, reminds him of his own hunger. He’s determined not to breathe again in this room. “It’s all gone. You did it.”

She visibly relaxes at that. “We did it.”

He is grudgingly glad that all these people didn’t have to die for them to stop that thing…what had Gale called it? A uvuudaum? He doesn’t know what the hells that means. He’s sure it’s killing Liv to be up here, unable to offer her help, but she’s done enough for today.

“What was that?” he asks her, trying to distract her from watching the top of the stairs with unhappy eyes.

“Roland said it was a rip to the Far Realm. And that thing that came through, that possessed Lucian…it was uuvudaum. But…when I pulled the threads…I think I went there…it was called Harbinger.”

Astarion stiffens at that. “You got its name?”

Liv nods. “There was something else there…waiting on the edge of the portal to come through…many somethings I think. Whatever it was here for, it wanted to open a portal between our world and the Far Realm. Roland might know more.”

“The Far Realm…how did…it…Harbinger even get here in the first place?”

She swallows. “Harbinger said that Lucian opened the way, but he seemed so afraid. I don’t think he meant to do this…”

“Lucian was there?”

Liv nods, tears escaping down her cheeks. “I think when Gale banished him it split him and Harbinger apart. And then…and then….this thing…it had a void for a face it…” Her words trail off.

“It killed him,” he finishes.

There’s a haunted look in her green eyes. “It was so much worse than that. He disintegrated him, sucking up the pieces.”

He pulls her in, tucking her head under his chin. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”

And it is, isn’t it?

But then he hears a struggle at the stairs. “Where’s Lucian?” a voice calls. Astarion and Liv both look up toward the commotion. There is a man, covered in blood wearing dark leather armor. He’s looking around at their gathered group, clearly recognizing many of them.

“You!” Percy leaps toward the man. Well, at least he’s fine. Kharis and Roland try to pull him away, but he’s already tackled the other man and has him pinned on the floor.

“Help me get over there,” Liv says, a pleading look in her eyes. He helps her stand, she seems steadier now, but he keeps an arm on her anyway. Her unsteadiness is a good excuse to keep touching her, and he’s not quite ready to let go, not one they’ve just survived this mess.

She flashes him a grateful look, and together they move toward the stairs. Percy, looking much better than earlier, has a dagger against the other man’s throat. “What did Lucian do…what was his plan?”

The other man looks afraid, and keeps looking hopefully at everyone else congregated about the room, as if they’re coming to save him. But he sees no allies here. “He was calling on Bhaal…for vengeance, for murder. We wanted to get back at the Guild…We’re all that’s left of the Zhentarim here in the city.”

“So he got a ritual spell from the Bhaalists…” Liv murmurs. “Only it didn’t actually call Bhaal…”

“Summoning magic like that is very, very dangerous,” Gale says. “You never know what might be listening, and if you don’t have the right protections in place…”

“The Caldwells must have blamed the Guild for the death of their son…allowed the Zhentarim to set up in their home. Is that right?” Percy asks, pressing the dagger harder against the man’s throat.

“Yes. They never believed it was the Bhaalists that killed their son. We didn’t care who did or not. We just needed a place to conduct the ritual.”

“Well, it sounds like Lucian is gone for good, but that’s a good enough confession for me. You’re under arrest,” Devella says, stepping forward. Her armor is stained with blood, but she still exudes all the authority befitting a Fist. The infected Bhaalist he’d brought her must have infected her somehow, at some point. He feels marginally responsible, but it’s fine, it’s not as if she died.

Devella glances toward him. “You know, I did request that you give me a heads up before the fighting started, not after.”

“And I would have preferred if you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself mind-controlled by a blood monster.” The infected Bhaalist he’d brought her must have infected her somehow, at some point. He feels marginally responsible, but it’s fine, it’s not as if she died.

“An uvuudaum,” Gale corrects.

“A blood monster,” he insists. “Now…I don’t know about everyone else, but I think we’ve all earned a drink.”

#astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #tavstarion #bg3 fanfiction #eldritch horror au #astarion x liv #what moves in the dark #slothquisitorwrites

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artemisbarnowl · 1 year ago

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When you're not staying up past your bedtime tell us your thoughts about checking up on people via social media!

Thank you for indulging me this long weekend why would you do this

Warning I'm gonna be pathetic because i am still grieving a nine year relationship and grieving, especially in this context, feels so UNDIGNIFIED. Also its my grieving thoughts about the socials thing not like well srticulated thoughts about the socials with some grieving mixed in. I just have a lot of feelings and i need to get them out.

1. Like, ultimately don't. Its not helpful at all i think. Unless if literally is just idle curiosity about what happened to someone in your class from ten years ago and you actually dont care what you find.

2. I am experiencing the urge to check up on my ex CONSTANTLY. (They do not really use social media this doesnt amount to much btw). I understand why people be lurking on someones insta or whatever to see what theyve been up to. Sometimes you hope theyre failing and miserable because they did you wrong and you want to feel validated. In my particular case i am worried, and i miss them. There are no posts for me to see or wonder about so this is useless but i think i also want to see that my ex is sad (because i was important to him for such a long time) but also, not like, too sad. And I'm fantasising about him sort of DOing something about it. I want to see what he's up to. Is is dancing? Is he injured? Is he Making? Is he finding small joys in life like hanging out with friends or seeing a cute creature on a walk? Seeing posts about these things would not help me! Because i would likely assume he was not sad, then i would feel angry and bitter and disappointed in myself for wasting my time. We dont share when we are sad (or why) on socials. I am NEVER going to see a post that effectively says "my smart and beautiful and extraordinary girlfriend of 9 years left me, and I am sad i couldn't be what she needed. I miss her a lot and wish i could have showed her this garden i saw today, she would have loved it. I will never forget her and dont know how to be okay with this". No one is going to see that. But ultimately i think we check up on people because what we want to see is some variation of that, so we can feel validated and know that they UNDERSTAND how were feeling.

Because this is tumblr I have made stupid posts a bit like this! I miss him all the time, i made a facebook post about a doco that I watched in the hopes that he would see it and watch it, because i think he'd like all the adorable english woodland creatures. This is also stupid! As are posts showing how well youre doing in hopes ypur ex seems them and feels stupid. Devoting this much energy to a game in your head where you will never get an outcome that satisfies you cannot help you move on or heal. But i do think its weird that we look for any possible thread that tied us to people we are without, even the terrible online ones that can never retie us! We talk to gravestones like the dead can hear us. I am currently checking my mailbox every day for a letter that might not ever arrive, and even if it does it sure and shit wont contain any information that helps me live my new single life where no one thinks I'm special, and there's no one I'm 100% comfortable to be all of myself around and who I dont get tired of being with.

I will never know if he saw the fb post, let alone watched and had opinions on the doco I talked about. Knowing wont help. He knew i have a tumblr but i dont think he'd go through it as its a huge pile of memes and stuff he wouldnt understand to look for 3 things that say im sad. And again, knowing I'm sad won't help.

Normally im very good at being like "well this is unproductive/not the best course of action" and then, you know, STOPPING but unfortunately I will continue to wonder how he is and what hes up to and cling to actually unreasonable, unfounded fantasies of what happens IF he sees.

Anyway this is a long vent that basically says i think i get why people do it now but ultimately it will never bring the carthsis we hope for (:

He knew i had a tumblr but I dont think he's checking up on me coz. Whats the point. Its a lot of stupid memes for 3 im sad posts. Which accomplish nothing as discussed.

#its been...just under 3 months since the break up?#and I am still so so caught up in the fact thst the last weekend we spent together before he flew home was nice #he felt the pressure was off so he could just do what he wanted #which was talk more and answer questions and be more affectionate #which is all i ever wanted in the first place!!#and after all that time together he was still more scared of moving in any direction and it being wrong #than he trusted that i would treat him with kindness and respect and understanding no matter what he did #i dont think it'll ever not hurt that when booking plane tickets (a few months before) he couldnt decide between #spending an extra day with me and a ten dollar cheaper fare #not because he didnt like me but because he was frozen by the possibility of there being a wrong choice #and like there is if the reasoning isnt 'i have to be back for a significant event' and is IS 'i dont actually want to spend time with you'#then hiding that through indecision does no one any favours #unfortunately my biggest regret now is that i was uglu crying at the airport when we kissed goodbye for the last time #its very vain but i worry he will remember me like that #i could barely stand i was so upset!!! and i am concerned about my looks and keeping a man :'(#highly pathetic you were warned #anyway i miss him and i am afraid he is alone and sad and i cannot help

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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You're Being Mean

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Warnings: angst, probably poor writing but whatever

STRANGER THINGS Masterlist Main Masterlist

Based off of the line from Little Women "No. No Laurie. You're being mean. Stop it. Stop. I have been second to Jo my whole life. In everything. And I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I wont-I won't do it. I wont--not when I've spent my entire life loving you."

This is literally one of my favorite lines from Little Women. Especially because of how Amy says that Laurie is being mean. She doesn't say he isn't being fair or anything like that. She says he's being mean. Which, to me, holds more power than if she said something else

I kinda left it open for y'all to decide what happens next. But if you would want, I could write a part two for this.

Anywho, enjoy

Y/N Wheeler had known Jonathan Byers and his family her whole life. Her and Jonathan had met at the park when they were about 3. They had been best friends ever since. Wherever one was, there other was there too. They were practically tied at the hip. Everyone found it ironic as their younger brothers were the same. When Lonnie and Joyce were fighting, Jonathan and Will would show up at hers. When Will went missing, she helped in any way she could. Including helping him shop for a casket.

But that was also when her twin sister, Nancy, started to be his friend. All because, what? He had been the last person to see her friend Barb? She found it unfair. Unfair that he had been telling his mom that Will was dead and then Nancy says something about a possibility that he and Barb could be alive and he believes her. She found it all completely and totally unfair to Joyce.

But of course, the worst thing was that she knew he had had feelings for Nancy since they were in Middle School. And now he had his chance, a sliver of a chance, but he still was taking it.

And it hurt Y/N. Not only because she had feelings for her friend, herself. But because per usual, she was second best to Nancy. It always had been that way. In everything, Nancy was better than her at. The only thing that Y/N was better at her sister was, was Softball.

So then, after Will was found, Y/N felt slightly happy that Nancy went back to Steve. So now her sister couldn't make her second with the one person that had been there for her for years. Just as she had been there for him.

But of course, a year past and Steve and Nancy broke up. Jonathan comforted and helped her while Y/N was comforting and helping Steve and the children.

And then that was done. Now it was nearly 4 years later. They all had graduated High School. Nancy being the fucking Valedictorian and Y/N the Salutatorian. Now it was 4 years later. She no longer lived in Hawkins. She hadn't even been back since she left. It was been nearly 2 years since she had last seen Jonathan Byers and now here he was.

Jonathan Byers was standing in the photography store he was interning at for college credits.

Jonathan Byers was in New York City and asking her out.

Y/N shook her head at Jonathan as he spoke, "Please, Y/N."

"No."

"Y/N/N--"

"No. Jonathan. Stop it." She brushed hair out of her face, "Stop it. You-you're being mean. Just...just stop."

He looked at her helplessly, "How am I being mean?"

She shakily breathed, "I have been second to Nancy my whole life. In everything." She jabbed at his chest, "And I will not let myself be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her." She shook her head and walked past him, "I wont-I won't do it." She stuttered out, "I wont--not when I've spent my entire life loving you."

His voice was soft, "Y/N--"

"No, Jonathan. Please. Please just stop. Please just go back to Hawkins. I'm sorry that Nancy rejected you after we graduated. But please, that was 2 years ago. Please don't make me reopen that wound."

He softly took her hand, "But I was wrong. Chasing after her when you were right there in front of me."

She looked down, trying not to cry. Trying to not show any weakness. "Jonathan, just go home. Please. I'm practically begging you to do so."

"Do you really want me to?"

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Everything was telling her to bed him to stay. But she couldn't. "I love you, but...but yes. I do want you to leave. I want you to move on from me. From Nancy." She let out a shaky breath, "It's better if you do."

He nodded silently and walked to the door. His hand hovered over the nob for a moment before he turned back and walked over to her. And before she could even ask him anything. He kissed her. He smashed his own lips onto hers. And no matter how badly she knew she needed to pull away, she didn't. She allowed herself to melt into his kiss.

When he pulled away, he moved his hand up to wife away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. She looked at him helplessly. "Why did you do that, Jonathan?"

His hand had stayed resting on her cheek, "Because I love you. Truly do. I wasn't lying when I said I realized I should had never even tried to Nancy while you were there." He looked at her softly, "All that I'm asking for is one date. Anymore will be up to you. But please, just one date."

"I-I need time to think, Jonathan. Give me some time. How-how long are you in New York for?"

"Till next Wednesday. Here," He handed her a small piece of paper, "I'm staying there. And-and," He pointed to a number, "That's the room number."

She nodded and placed the small paper in her back pocket, "Okay. I'll give you my answer later."

He nodded and walked back to the door, "Even if you don't get back to me...I'm just happy that you're considering it."

She stayed silent as she watched him walking out. She stayed where she was until her boss yelled at her to get a move on. But for the rest of her shift, all she could think about was Jonathan and on if she was going to say yes or not.

And by the end of her day, she knew what her answer was. But she was just scared to tell him.

#jonathan #byers #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x wheeler!reader #jonathan byers angst #stranger #things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x wheeler!reader #stranger things angst #x reader #imagine #x wheeler!reader #angst

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cynettic · 4 years ago

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Reader x Genshin Boys NSFW

Summary - You wear their shirt that’s too big for you the morning after a steamy night ;)

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Xiao/Aether/Diluc

Warnings - NSFW, yknow what that means folks, no minors

A/N - I plan to do a part 2 with more characters after, idk which ones tho

Xiao

He will stare.

Right after you walk out of your bedroom doors, heading over to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. Xiao will probably be on the coach, enjoying a plate of Almond Tofu for breakfast that you prepared for him in the fridge.

Easy to say that he will leave the plate on the counter to stand up and walk towards you.

At this stage of your relationship, the two of you were quite comfortable with physical contact, after all the two of you literally fucked last night. So he’ll slowly wrap his arms around your waist, noting that it was indeed his shirt, that it was quite big on you ( to his satisfaction ), and that you looked damn well in it.

“Is that my shirt?”

He will still ask, and when you reply that yes, it is indeed his shirt, he will bury his head against the crook of your neck.

“It smells like you.”

It also smells like what happened last night, but Xiao wont comment that, leaning against you with slightly tinted cheeks. Its enough to turn him on, much to his embarrassment, and he’ll press a few kisses to the back of your neck to distract himself.

By the time you finish making your coffee, you pour an extra cup for him, turning around to quickly peck him on the lips. But the extra shade of red on his face and the hard sensation below doesnt go missed by you, and with a chuckle you pull him closer.

“After last night?” You tease, pressing yourself further against him just to hear him grunt, rubbing against him slightly.

Xiao has his limits.

And you… well you asked for it.

He’ll sit you up on the counter, right beside the long forgotten coffee that’ll probably go by unmissed and grow cold by the time hes done with you.

He will start slow, torturous because you teased him first, and hes going to make you pay for it. Not too long though, cause he doesnt want to delay his need either.

Pressing a few butterfly kisses on your stomach, he will slip his head under his big oversized shirt.

“X-Xiao! Hey-”

He will quickly move up, just until his lips reach your breasts, and he toys with the nipples, nipping and biting them with his tongue and teeth. He’s still under the shirt, and all you can do is press his head closer to your chest while soft whimpers escape your lips.

The sound is music to his ears.

By the time he makes it to your lips, the shirt you were wearing is thrown off, strewn somewhere in the kitchen, you cant remember where.

“Y/n, this is what you want right?” Xiao will always ask for consent, and especially after wearing you off last night, he wants to make sure not to hurt you.

When you respond with a yes, he wont waste his time rubbing against you, instead shoving off the shorts he had on for the day, and pressing himself deep inside you until you’re yelping and clenching his shoulders desperately. Writhing at every thrust and calling out his name. He obviously has the stamina and strength to not be tired from last night, but you’re a different story.

Safe to say that you arent going places after that.

Aether

He will try to be more inconspicuous, but yeah, hes staring at you.

You cant blame him, after last night, you’re wearing his ‘shirt.’ If that isnt a turn on he doesnt know what is. He’ll definitely try to hide it though, shift uncomfortably and move his head away so you cant see him completely flushed red.

His mind is definitely going places.

He doesnt want to push you after last night, and even though he isnt really tired in the slightest, he knows you’re probably still sore, even though he was gentle.

You’re oblivious to whatever’s going on in his head, that is, until you go sit on his lap.

“Uhm… Aether?”

He’ll blame it and say its just ‘morning wood’, to which you dont believe him at all. But not wanting to embarrass him further, you sit beside him and instead pull him into a kiss. This he can handle, but a few kisses end up going farther than just a makeout session, and clothes fly off, especially his shirt around your shoulders.

By the time Aether realizes that this was what he was trying to avoid, it was too late. He will ask if youd like to proceed with it, and you laugh and tell him you’re alright, and to continue.

When he enters you, he will be slow, too slow. You push against him to encourage him to go faster, grinding your hips against his member until hes fully entered. It wont take long for him to start pumping in and out, pressing soft kisses to your lips when you whine and scratch his back.

By the time you both finish, Aether will carry your tired form back to bed. Wrapping you in the blankets and letting you rest there for the remainder of the day. Its his free day off, so you’ll get a breakfast in bed.

The boy is just too sweet and precious <3

Diluc

This man will choke on whatever hes eating.

Diluc absolutely sucks at hiding the surprise when watching you stride in so confidently wearing ‘his’ shirt. Which is oversized by the way, and drifts down to your knees while still slightly exposing your figure. He covers his stare with a cough, greeting you a goodmorning.

You don’t notice, mumbling a goodmorning and pressing a kiss against his forehead. When you lean down though, he gets a good look at your cleavage, and he swears hes going to lose it. But Diluc is known for being a man of patience and self control.

Until he isnt.

It starts with a kiss, it always starts with a kiss. Slow and passionate, until you’re in his lap and he cant take it anymore. Until all he wants to hear are the whimpers that escape your throat and the soft breathless calls of his name begging for you.

“Ill make you feel good Y/n.”

And he does.

Its your fault, you shouldnt have worn his shirt, shouldnt have provoked him after such a long night. But you dont say no, dont object as he picks you up and takes you to the bed, slowly draping you down.

The lower half of your body is hanging off the bedside, bare as he lowers himself to level his lips to your thighs. You dont move against the contact against your legs, his kisses drifting further up, higher and higher.

When he reaches your wet pussy, he rubs his lips against the cloth of your panties, moving his lips to kiss and suck. You clench your inner thighs against his head, hands coming to tousle his hair.

“D-Diluc…”

He wastes no time to pull your panties down, sliding them down your legs torturously slow before gazing at your dripping wet lips. You squirm and try to press your legs together as if you can feel his gaze on your cunt, but he holds your thighs wide open for him with his large calloused hands. His thumbs rubbing over the soft delicate skin of your hips.

The contact of his lips sucking on your clit sends you on overdrive, and you’re quivering. When his tongue slides into your wet hole, your legs are rubbing against his shoulders, back and forth as you writhe against the pleasure climbing up your body.

He knows exactly the effect he has on you.

Its not too long until you cum, muffling your cries into the sheets as your hands clench the blankets on the side. He licks all of it off your pussy, and you dont have enough energy to moan against the continuous blissful contact on your sensitive cunt.

Pulling you up and under the covers, he lays beside you, pressing your face against his chest. You fall asleep in no time, tired after a second round.

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin aether #genshin xiao #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact oneshot #aether x reader #xiao x reader #diluc x reader #smut #genshin smut #cynsbadbadnsfw

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prettyboykatsuki · 4 years ago

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coming in | h. aki

➳ tags ;; smut, fem!reader, unprotected sex, intimacy, clothed sex, aki fucking you in a dress shirt good lord, mild praise kink, multiple orgasms, creampie

➳ wc ;; 1.6k

➳ a/n ;; this man has been rotting my brain for so long. can’t believe i didn’t write this sooner ngl lmfao. anyways.. aki.. hand in marriage.

➳ plot ;; aki comes home to you after a mission

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“You left the lights on,”

You’re startled by his presence. Maybe that’s only natural. Aki has gotten so good at hiding the sound of his footsteps - it’s easy to miss. You can feel his presence though. It’s familiar, the imagery. His silhouette is shadow-laden - hair still tied up neatly, suit and sword and all. He only just got home.

You’re tired but not tired enough to sleep so you merely blink at him wistfully, yawning. How many days has it been since he’s been home? It had to have been at least 3, maybe 4. You mask your excitement with nonchalance, a gentle roll of your shoulders. Cracking your knuckles, you yawn.

“I always do,”

“Always?”

You chuckle at his surprise. You don’t mean to be cheesy, after all. But it’s hard to miss the little sway in his voice, the overwhelming adoration. He takes off his shoes.

“Always,” you parrot. He almost seems hesitant to approach you. Only when you unfurl your form and place your feet on the ground - arms open, does he think about coming towards you. He gives you a half smile. In the low-lights, the way his coat slides off his body seems more substantial than it ever did. The way it slides of muscular shoulders and gets placed over the back of the couch.

Next to come is his tie, loosens it slowly and carefully but doesn’t take it off. It always stays around his neck like everything that comes with him. Still, he approaches you. Sits next to you on the couch and leans over one side.

For a while you two simply face each other, the comfortable company. His eyes are full of an unbearable love but his expression is dull. It’s a misery even you can’t wash away.

You don’t try, and neither does he - sitting there and admiring each other is enough. He rests his cheek on your couch and hums.

“Doesn’t the light bill get expensive?”

You laugh.

“I make more than you,”

He doesn’t take any offense. It’s a reminder that you’re human, wholly so - and he finds himself smiling again. It grows quiet for a while, your heart thumping in your chest. His shirt is unbutton just beneath his chest and you can see all the lean muscle in his skin. The veins in his forearms as they cross over it. You swallow.

“Come here,” ― he instructs, sitting down on the couch and patting his lap ― “I missed you,”

His voice is so nice. A little raspy, but so pleasant and soothing. Like cold water against your warm skin. You crawl towards him, but he pulls you over until you’ve straddled his hips. With his hands at your waist, he presses you down firmly. Your hands shoot up to his shoulders to hold you steady, and he laughs at you.

Without another thought, his mouth moves against yours with longing that you can feel in your core. He’s really something when he kisses - his tongue is so expert, you would’ve believed he’s done it a thousand times. His hand presses against your cheek as he kisses you, travels down to your neck and holds it. It’s not forceful but commanding.

Your hands are fisted in his shirt, breath snatched right out of your lungs. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and tug - dark eyes looking right into yours with desire so heavy it burns. You whine - soft and low. You know he’ll take care of you, know it in the way his hands settle on your hips and make you brush against him slow.

“Keep kissing me,” is all he says as he travels his hands underneath your pajama shorts. Aki’s fingers are long, steady - you can always feel how easily they could reach inside of you without trying. You whimper into his mouth when he toys with your clit - but he kisses you more forcefully, forces all of your attention right on him.

“Aki,”

“Be patient,”

He always seems so calm - so collected. He always does how he pleases with your body, knows how to work through your first orgasm with easy. When he breaks away from the kiss, his mouth wraps around your tits underneath clothes. He’s a tease through and through, tongue licking at the fabric covering your nipples till they’re hard in his mouth.

“Your t-shirt is so thin” ― he kisses the hardened bud with a hum ― “I can almost see through it,”

Your brain feels fuzzy with thoughts of him. You feel hazy and sleepy and taken care of it - urged to do more for him even though he wont let you. He’s too busy playing with your clit, making your thighs ache and twitch as an orgasm rocks through you with almost violence. You feel starved for his touch in a way you didn’t know you were - rocking your hips against his hand.

Aki is always like this - loves you so much it can feel obsessive. His head is always cool but his teeth sink into your neck and his fingers tear you apart with an orgasm like it’s nothing. Your body is molded to the shape of his palms, the blade of his sword, the heat of his mouth - it’s all his anyways. It could never been anyone elses.

The tension in your belly is so taught, your trembling over his. Your kisses grow more desperate, sloppier with too much tongue and saliva. You’re begging into his mouth.. for what?

“Aki, aki - ‘m gonna cum ― !”

You squeal, burying your face in his neck as an orgasm rips your being in two. You’re soaked through your pants, running down your thighs. You can feel his fingers still, brush gently over the swollen nub.

“Good job, baby” his praise is simple, but the words are strained. You can feel his cock pressed against the shape your pussy and you whimper a little. Your eyes have a hazy lust that Aki always seems taken aback by. Like, for some reason, he’s shocked you want him.

But you do, which is why you’re hands ar fisted and banging his shoulder.

“Aki, please,”

And he gets the message, he really does. Still, he can’t resist the urge to tease you a little longer. He unzips his slacks slow, lets his hard cock spring free until it leaks against his work-shirt. It’s red on the tip - swollen and pretty and long. Instead of fucking you right away like he knows you’re so desperate for, he grins. Loose black hairs cover his face and eyes - he looks prettier than ever.

He bangs the head of his cock right against your puffy clit - rubs it between your folds while he holds your hips down and forces you to grind on it. It makes you feel so restless - so helpless. You can’t do anything bu wrap your arms around his neck and hold back a moan.

“You want it that bad? So wet you’re gonna stain my clothes,”

You whine.

“Aah, aah,”

“Speak up for what you want, Y/N” ― his grin is wide, egotistical. He knows your body better than anything in the world. That’s why he’s pulled your shirt up over your tits, curving the outline with his mouth ― “What do you want so bad that you sound like this?”

“Fuck me, Aki - please,”

He’s amused with the way he laughs.

“Watch me while I do it then”

He makes you look down at it when he does - watch it go in inch by inch. You’ve crumpled his shirt with your hands, wrinkled it bad enough he’ll have to iron it later. You make a pretty little sound that makes him groan. Stretching your walls out inch by agonizing inch - it feels so good you drool.

“It’s tight,” he hisses. He presses his lips to the crown of your head before holding your ass in his palms. He pulls you apart to fuck you proper - lets his cock thrust into you with deep strokes. The rhythm isn’t too fast. It feels like he’s massaging your insides with his dick - confidence to make you cum.

He rests his hand on your belly, his thumb against your clit.

“Take it easy and cum one more time for me,” ― he punctuate his words with a kiss “Give me one more”

You whine something so hoarsely you barely hear it. The pressure from him against your g-spot so achingly slow, the pleasure from your clit. Your second orgasm hits you in a heavy blown, like a mallet on hot iron. You’re spasming around his cock without another chance to breathe.

“Oh, Aki -”

Whatever words left seem to die in your mouth as Aki fixes you with a praise and chases his own high with a relentless pace. It’s so hard and fast - overstimulating you completely. You’re distracted by heady groans about how much he loves. Too drunk on the feeling, you simply hold his shoulders and beg for his cum. It’s what he deserves, anyway.

He finishes - with a loud fuck and his forehead pressed against yours. You can feel him inside, peppering his face with kisses as he rides out his high for you.

It’s all tender, all warm. The yearning in your chest has subsided steadily as you hold each other in heated embrace. He looks at you softly, smiling.

“You wanna know something?”

“Hm?

He chuckles.

“I really like doing it with the lights on,”

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#aki x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #utter brainrot for this man #like i literally #i wrote this in an hour #writing tag #spice cake

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farfarawayinthelandof · 3 years ago

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I loved the Gaang x reader post you did😌 I was wondering if you could write one about the reader does when the Gaang is sad

WHAT THE READER DOES WHEN THE GAANG IS SAD

gn!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: OMG, i’m so glad you liked it. and thank you for this request as well!

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Aang

- When he gets sad, he just gets really quiet, and it is quite easy to tell when he is upset.

- and because of the great s/o you are, you notice right away.

- you get him away from the group, so you can be alone to talk about whatever it is that is bothering him.

- at first, aang is hesitant to talk, but he trusts you fully, so he’ll begin to spill.

- you keep an arm around him the entire time.

- to cheer him up afterwords, you spend some quality “chill” tine with him, letting him take a break from his avatar duties that really stress him out.

- so you guys bake together, go out to explore, or just stay in and nap.

- and whatever hobby you have, you try to teach him. <3

- basically you do something to get his mind off the topic after talking it out.

Katara

- i feel like whenever katara gets upset her instinct is to just hide it.

- and all of a sudden everything she says or does feels really fake.

- so you know she’s upset, but its still hard to confront her because she’ll just deny it the first few times

- eventually her sadness rubs off on you

- and she wants to help you, so like the good friend/girlfriend she is, she goes to you.

- so the entire time you two talk, its just comforting each other.

- and by the end of it, an hour later, you guys have your arms around each other

- and you finally get to see katara’s real smile after like a few days, and you really missed it :,)

Sokka

- when he’s upset, it’s easy to tell.

- like he wont stop making jokes, but he’ll look very deflected. also they’re very self deprecating, so…

- to comfort him, you cook him something. a southern water tribe recipe, probably.

- he glady takes it and by the time he’s done eating, he feels better.

- then you guys sit comfortably and talk about whatever it was that was bothering him.

- you really want to cheer him up, so you’ll go together to resolve whatever the issue is.

- after it’s resolved, sokka feels 100% better, but that doesn’t stop you two from spending the entire day together hunting, training, and annoying the shit out of katara with toph 💖

Toph

- when she’s upset, its not necessarily hard to tell, but it is difficult to get her to open up.

- so you’ll talk to her alone, and it’s a very one sided conversation about feelings.

- after about 20 minutes toph’s just like you done??

- and yes, yes you are.

- she gets up and walks away.

- and you’re like damn okay.

- but now you feel bad and unbeknownst to you, toph feels the same.

- she goes up to you all awkward and you do too…

- you resolve you issues with each other after a long day, and now you’re talking about what hurt toph in the first place.

- it was probably her parents 🙁

- after a half an hour, everything is better and you two go to bed feeling refreshed.

Zuko

- sometimes its hard to tell when zuko is upset, because he is pretty good at hiding his feelings. that and he looks the same pretty much always.

- when you want to make him feel better, you go up to him. you don’t talk, you just hug him

- and there’s like a mutual understanding between you two

- he hugs you back

- being the firelord really stresses him out, so i feel like that’s probably what is bothering him.

- as soon as he says this you’re on your way to message iroh.

- cause zuko needs a break :(

- yes you two then proceed to have a super extra spa day.

Suki

- she likes to talk about feelings.

- she’ll come to you when she’s upset

- you let her vent and you’ll ask if she wants help to resolve whatever the issue is.

- she wants to do it on her own, so you two will just spend some time together, probably training, to help suki feel less stressed about the situation.

- when the conflict is resolved, she still wants to spend more time with you, know that she feels 100 percent.

#atla x reader #avatar the last airbender #aang x reader #katara x reader #sokka x reader #zuko x reader #toph x reader #suki x reader #headcanons

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oriigirii · 4 years ago

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Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

#Obey me #obey me fanfics #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me Mammon x reader #obey me Lucifer x reader #Obey me Leviathan x reader #obey me headcannons #obey me shall we date

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yoshkeii · 4 years ago

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"𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Kuroo Tetsurou, Daichi Sawamura, Suna Rintarou

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: N/A

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ ‘some tiny and cute things i think the boys do that i find very intimate’n’sweet.’

A/N: more self-indulgent things bc i can <3.

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘:

❀ i can find this man to be very affectionate and even clingy when it comes to you, even if you are out in public, but he’s not too clingy in public but definitely behind walls and in a comfortable space.

❀ he loves, loves to kiss, no matter if its receiving or giving- the kisses can last a quick second or a long moment, there really is no inbetween.

❀ quick kisses often consist of him softly kissing your forehead, cheek, all-over your face, lips, and even hands.

❀ whenever you both cuddle and are comfortable, he sometimes will grab your hands and kiss your palm, even knuckles as his amber eyes look up at you from his position. a sly but dorky smile creeping on his face.

❀ removing your hands from his grasp you hide your face with your hands, completely flustered and caught off guard. the chuckle of Tetsurou's laugh leaving his lips before he peppers your hands with kisses, eventually removing your hands and peppering your face. earning soft giggles and laughs between you both.

❀ after long, exhausting days of work he loves to come home to you. of course he does, he looks forward to the cuddles and nice ‘welcome home’ greeting him at the door as you softly peck his cheek. his face flushing up lightly.

❀ but besides the most soft quick kisses, the long passionate ones are far different.

❀ tiring days are when he’s most desperate, yearning affection from his boyfriend who’s already at home. as soon as his eyes sees you once he enters the shared home, he rushes over towards your figure. always hugging from behind before making you face him, smashing his lips on yours.

❀ it was affectionate and rushed before it gradually eased down into softer movements, as it does you can feel the soft smile he makes during the kiss. he really missed you.

❀ im sorry- that these are just him kissing you- but he would never slip up the chance to kiss your handsome, beautiful, cute face. istg. he wont.

❀ this man will chase after your lips once you pull away too-

❀ anyways- its not just him kissing you all the time,, mostly. but he will hug you from behind. quite often! its a common thing in public actually...

❀ i kinda see him as the type to watch you from the doorway as you obliviously do something. not noticing the bed-head male in your peripheral vision.

❀ this often opens a chance for him to sneak a hug from behind and/or a kiss on your head. easily making you startled and maybe- screaming- if possible.

❀ hearing his dumbass laugh as his grip tightened around your torso, staying there watching you slowly continue your work. knowing you’re- maybe- a little angry at him from the scare, but he definitely know you’ll warm up quickly. you always do.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

❀ i really need to write more this man, bc oh i so so so adore his ass so much. he gives off such a comfy and safe vibe to me i’d give my life to him.

❀ I- aNYwAYS-

❀ he would hug you a lot. so much. and it feels for secured n safe, its a haven in between his arms. even comfortable too from the warmth he radiates, cuddles with him doesn’t often need too much blankets knowing Sawamura can be a heater by himself.

❀ man just gives the biggest, warmest hugs.

❀ he doesn’t mind hugging you, holding a hand, or linking arms to make you feel his warmth when cold. he actually likes it but won’t bluntly say it unless he wants to tease you.

❀ and oh yeah, he keeps the things like those to himself until he uses it as a teasing weapon. smiling to himself as he stares at your flustered expression that stared back at him, your eyes averting and face quickly hidden in embarrassment.

❀ kisses aren’t too common unlike Tetsurou, but he will do them behind walls. just soft pecks on your face whenever he feels affection and giddy or really whenever he misses you-

❀ cuddles with him are sometimes giggly! just relaxing against each other as you both talk about silly things and hectic things that happened in your day or past, laughing at each others stories.

❀ hearing one another’s hearty genuine laughs never fails to awestruck the other in the heart, but it easily plays off from the unwavering laughter you both have. only to cuddle into each others body once more.

❀ seeing him win any games with his team, and he sees your figure rushing off towards him. Sawamura will not hesitate to lift you up as he hugs you, feeling your feet above the flat surface you slightly panic but peering down at your boyfriend’s face instantly removes the anxious feeling at the genuine happy expression he has.

❀ sometimes he’ll twirl you around in his arms lightly before settling you back down with a nervous laugh, embarrassed he just- did that- but he brushes it off really quickly unless his teammates nag him about it.

❀ honestly the man to encourage his s/o whenever they are down, using words or even reassuring actions somehow boosts the mood (or at least eases the tension down.)

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊:

❀ kinda- kinda see him as a cuddle bug. i genuinely do.

❀ he would never refuse a cuddle-session that includes you in it,, and will d r o p everything he’s doing just to cuddle with you, seriously. he’ll use it as a excuse to avoid doing work sometimes- but you’ll scold him about it later.

❀ big spoon him and he’ll love it, every moment of it. he feels nice and comfy in this position often.

❀ whenever cuddling he will give you little pats and messes with your hair if you let him, and the occasion soft pecks on your face. usually your cheek, nose, or forehead.

❀ sometimes will squish your face with his hands, he often doesn’t do so because of how calloused and rough his hands can be because of practice and being a middleblocker. so he’s conscious about it with you, but the reassurance you give relieves him.

❀ during cuddle sessions, Rintarou would definitely show you things on his phone he’d think you like. knowing your interests rather well from listening and remembering conversations you’ve had.

❀ speaking of him remembering things, he keeps mental notes on passionate subjects or things you like. and sometimes will surprise you about it with an accumulated gift or item.

❀ Rintarou is really supportive of whatever you are passionate about or into, will literally slander who discourages or fucks with you. and he won’t hesistate, you are his king, prince, emperor- his everything. he’s not gonna hold back on that poor person who makes you feel bad.

❀ whenever he sees you cry, he’s the type to instinctively wipe away the tears. his thumb brushing your cheek and below your eyes as the tears flow, watching you let it out before embracing you into a hug. muttering soft reassurances and patting your back before you ease down.

❀ and thats when he cues his dumb jokes and sayings to you, using it to hear that soft laugh erupting from your chest.

❀ during games his eyes would drift towards the crowd just to find you. Kita and/or ‘Tsumu would bark at him about it, wanting to get his attention during the game-

❀ he’d share videos everytime the miya twins do stupid shit and have crazy antics, whether that’s sending you a video or a photo with a dumbass caption. hoping to make you laugh from it on the other screen.

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #kuroo tetsuro x male reader #daichi sawamura x male reader #suna rintarou x male reader #kuroo x male reader #daichi x male reader #suna x male reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #suna rintarou x reader #kuroo hcs #daichi hcs #suna hcs #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #x male reader #x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

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Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

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