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[cherryrikis]

ONE LESS LONELY GIRL - 014 ! im one less lonely girl

PAIRING idols riki x fem reader

SYNOPSIS fans always point out the chemistry between you and riki, and it only continues to grow after you become mc’s together on music bank. but as your feelings rise, so does the tension. and people begin to notice, so you try not to let riki know how you feel. but unbeknownst to you, he feels entirely the same way.

authors note so thats a wrap! just like that, its over. this is technically the last official part bc ep15 is more like an epilogue/can be read as a standalone, but its still just as meaningful to the plot. i had so much fun writing this and i gained so much support and so many new moots. i love you all and thank you for staying here even though i struggled to update while juggling school and work. 💗

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“i’m so sad to announce that today will be our last show together, as our contract has reached its end.” you read off the script, lightly patting your waterline with the pad of your pointer finger.

“but, i hope this won’t be the last time we see each other. i am very thankful for this opportunity.” riki spoke as he looked into the camera lens, before moving closer to link his arm with yours.

“this was newjeans’ y/n,” “and this was enhypen’s ni-ki! please look forward to our future projects. we may no longer mc together, but we will forever be a couple together. thank you everyone!”

the cameras stopped rolling, and the red light turned off which signaled the recording was over.

staff and crew rushed to the both of you, so you were immediately bombarded with baskets of fruit, chocolates, snd two flower bouquets.

“this is for a good few months of connecting together. thank you for your hard work and dedication.” the head of the staff greeted, as his assistants handed out your gifts.

“thank you sir. we look forward to seeing more of you in the future!” the two of you bowed, before leaving to head backstage.

“dani said she’s gonna come with everyone else to pick us up. they want to get dinner at that chicken spot to celebrate our contract ending.” you informed riki, turning to show the texts in the group chat as he finished changing out his stage outfit.

hyein! - ‘congrats, you’re free from the chains music bank had you bounded into!🥳🎉’

danii 💗 - ‘me and enjeans are gonna get u guys from work so we can get chicken. great job on mubank :)’

riki chuckled, before handing your phone back to you. “sunghoon and heeseung are gonna get so drunk. so, beware.” he emphasized.

“no worries. im stuck with you anyway.” you sighed, gently punching his shoulder.

“here’s to riki and y/n, for finally being free from kbs! i hope none of us ever have to mc again.” sunghoon toasted as he raised his glass, after jake poured everyone shots.

“for real. we barely saw you guys while you were signed to that contract.” minji nudged your shoulder.

hyein burst out laughing, almost spilling the drinks scattered around her place at the table. “if you guys weren’t dating, y/n would’ve been sobbing because she’d never see you again!”

“is.. is she, drunk?” sunoo raised a brow, gently pulling hyein’s hood over her head.

“sunoo! she’s underage! all i got her were 2 shirley temples.” danielle gasped.

“okay! enough. we’re in public.” riki announced. “baby? go ahead my love.” he gestured sweetly for you to make your speech.

“thanks ‘ki.” you smiled. “i’m pretty happy our managers decided to let us have a joint interview that day. if we didn’t, me and riki probably would’ve never met. so, i’m glad music bank happened. otherwise, i couldn’t call this kid here my boyfriend.” you spoke, moving to wrap your arms around riki in a soft hug.

“cheers!” everyone exclaimed in awe.

as your group members around you yelled out congratulatory speeches, all riki could think about was you.

because now that you could be in his arms in public with no repercussions, that was all that mattered.

you looked at him with a bright smile, and riki could feel his heart melt as your expression.

the world had one less lonely girl.

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[theoceanoasis]

Fantasy Au idea

One day Soundwave ends up getting deadly sick leaving the cassettes worried sick as they can't do anything but make Soundwave comfortable and hope he gets better. As Soundwave gets weaker each day, Megatron orders his best medics and scouts to try and find a cure for he can't lose his closest friend and secret love.

After a few weeks Shockwave reports that he found something or rather someone who could cure Soundwave the God of the Sun and Fire, Rodimus. The purple mech then goes on how if they visit the temple in Nyon and present an offering to Rodimus that Soundwave would surely be cured. Though Shockwave warns that Megatron might be forced to offer something he'd lose forever as the Sun God has been known to request such items before.

"Megatron."

Ravage walked over, looking exhausted and stressed.

"He's getting worse every day. If something isn't done soon..."

"I know."

He followed Ravage to Soundwaves' room, trying to ignore the smell of sick. He'd been ill for a few weeks now. At first, he tried to continue his work, but as time progressed, he got sicker and sicker until he collapsed. After that, he couldn't even get out of bed.

He sat next to him, unsure if Soundwave could even tell. He held his hand and stayed with him, just reading, hoping he'll wake up by some miracle, he'll get better. It was hard to ignore how bad he'd gotten, how his frame rattled. How his systems slowed. The way he couldn't even turn on his optics anymore. Couldn't even respond. He was hooked up to so many tubes and equipment,t all of them keeping him alive at this point.

"I'll find a way to save you."

He squeezed his hand. Soundwave had no idea. He'd never had the chance to tell him, and he might never get the chance, but he loved him. He's loved him for a long time, and if he ever got better, he'd tell him how he feels.

Medics come in and out, checking on Soundwave and updating him on his condition. All of them had grim looks on their faces despite being the best of the best.

Then, Shockwave came, having found something that might work.

"You won't like it."

"What is it?"

"There have been rumors of a god who can save him."

He scoffed, having lost faith a long time ago.

"Are you sure this isn't a scam?"

"The people of Nyon claim he is legit."

"And what do I need to do to get this 'god" to help?"

"You must go to his temple in Nyon and offer a gift. Ask him to help cure Soundwave."

He sighed. Even though he didn't think it would work at this point, he was desperate and willing to try anything."

"Then let's go immediately Soundwave is running out of time."

Shockwave nodded, and he picked out some fancy trinket that would surely appease the god. Nyon was a poor city, and the trinket was probably more expensive than what he got in a year of hustling people.

When they arrived at the temple, the priests only let him inside. They took him to an altar, and he looked around, wondering where this "god" would appear from.

"Rodimus, god of the sun and fire. Patron saint of Nyon, I humbly ask for your audience."

He read the script, trying not to cringe as he kneeled before the altar.

The room began to heat, and with a blinding light, Rodimus appeared. He was a beautiful mech whose paint suited him well with its shiny reds and golds. He held up his offering, and the god didn't even glance at it.

"What have you come here for?"

He tilted his head, giving him a curious look.

"I can tell you are skeptical. Which means the reason for coming here must be important."

He barely held back a scoff, not wanting to be rude even if he thought the mech was a charlatan.

"My friend is sick and even the best doctors can not help him."

"You want me to heal him?"

"Yes."

"I can do that, but I must warn you that asking such a thing comes with a heavy price. You will lose something important to you."

"I agree."

He assumed the mech would ask for money and was willing to dish out however much if it meant Soundwave would live.

"Take this and place it on your friend's chest. Then when the sun is highest, he will be heated."

The mech held out a golden piece of metal with his face on it. He stared, wondering how vain he could be, just as the "god" disappeared.

On the way back, he tried not to complain about his time being wasted, after all, he was the one who asked to come. He turned the metal piece over in his hands, giving it an unimpressed look.

Although the mech hadn't taken his offering, he still felt scammed and highly doubted this would work.

When they returned, Ravage was waiting with a scared look on his face. His spark froze because Soundwave didn't have much time. Rushing to his room, he collapsed by his side, apologizing for leaving, especially over something so dumb.

Soundwave didn't respond, and he looked at the metal piece still in his hands. Having nothing to lose, he placed it on his chest and waited. When the sun rose to its highest peak, the room became unbearably warm.

He took a step back in surprise, wondering what was happening, when Rodimus appeared in a blinding light. He looked down at Soundwave and gently touched his face.

His hand then moved down to his chest, and he placed both hands on top. Closing his optics, he noticed a soft, comforting light that slowly consumed Soundwave. He watched in shock as his body was healed right before his optics. When Rodimus finished, he looked exhausted, and Soundwave finally turned on his optics.

He sighed in relief, watching as Soundwave sat up.

"How are you feeling?"

He asked only for Soundwave to ignore him. Instead, he was staring at Rodimus completely transfixed.

"Rodimus."

The mech whispered like a prayer, and the god sat in front of him.

Soundwave reached out, gently holding his face, and the god had tears in his optics.

"I remember you... I'm supposed to protect you. I am your lord protector."

"What?"

He looked between the two as Rodimus nodded, tears falling as he held Soundwave's arms.

"I've missed you so much."

Soundwave leaned over and kissed Rodimus, shattering his spark. His engine revved as he glared at Rodimus.

"What did you do to him? Soundwave isn't your lord protector, you freak!"

Rodimus flinched, and his oldest friend glared at him.

"Don't you dare talk to him like that."

"Soundwave."

He tried to argue.

"He's done something to your head. You need to snap out of it."

"No. He saved me. For the first time in a long time, I know who I'm supposed to be. I remember now. Rodimus is my god, and he is my love. Our sparks are bound as one, and our love will last an eternity."

He glared at Rodimus because Soundwave had clearly lost it.

"What have you done to him?"

"I restored his memories of our past lives. When you came to me, I had a vision that Soundwave was the one you were trying to save. I know about your feelings about him, which is why I warned you. When I healed him, I healed him completely, including returning his memories to him. I know he is the most precious thing to you, but with his memories returned, he will have to leave you. Soundwave is my lord protector. He will be mine in every life, just as I will be his. Our sparks are one, and our love is eternal."

Rodimus held out a hand, and Soundwave easily took it. He tried to protest, but with a blinding light, they were gone.

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YOUR GENTLEMAN ; LH44

— a slice of domesticity as you experience living with lewis for the first time

amgf set during the pandemic, nico rosberg mention, yay!

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Living with Lewis in Monaco definitely had its perks, but it was also coupled with drawbacks.

When you moved in, you thought it was a short stint but the few weeks turned into months, and soon you found yourself spending the whole year with him.

In the beginning you definitely found more pros than cons, living in Monaco is like a dream, especially since it was with Lewis, it only made it more special.

But as you spent more time, you found yourself growing anxious, and empty. Isolated from your family and friends, away into a foreign country, where you barely knew anyone.

"Are you sure you're okay with me going to Nico's?" You ask Lewis for the umpteenth time. Opening up last night how you felt yourself slowly going insane staying indoors. That's when Lewis suggested that you visit Nico and his family downstairs.

"I'm sure, look we've been friends since forever, and I know that you miss Nico and his family. I'm busy going to races, and you're stuck here. It's okay." Comforting your worries away, Lewis pulls you into a small hug assuring you that it's all good.

"I do miss Nico, I haven't seen him since he left you know, and you— you're both awkward together."

Lewis sends you a pointed look, "We're working on it okay, it's not like I avoid him every time I see him."

You scoff in reply, "As if you give the universe a chance for you to meet. You're always avoiding him, you literally live in the same building together."

Lewis shakes his head, clearly disagreeing with your sentiments, "You know what I'm going to walk you over to Nico's tomorrow and talk to him just to prove to you I'm not awkward with him."

"You're acting like I'm a kid handing me out on a play date! Also that's not counted since you're just going there to prove a point to yourself that you aren't affected."

Pushing a finger in front of your lips, Lewis shushed you pushing you towards your bedroom. "It's time for us to sleep, we both have a busy day ahead."

Rolling your eyes, you were met with a closed door. Following the sounds of Lewis' slippers shuffling back to his bed.

Despite being annoyed you can't find fault with him, you both had a busy day tomorrow with you spending time with the Rosberg's and Lewis with a flight to wherever the next race is.

Spending time with Nico and his family definitely boosted your mood, often forgetting about Lewis as he's constantly in and out of the country. But instead of moping in his apartment you find yourself looking forward to his arrival.

You avoid messaging Lewis during race weeks, keeping to yourself and leaving the F1 Channel playing in the background for any updates. It's nice to keep Lewis focused on the track but it also means that whatever you see on television, is all the information you have on him.

And during inadequate race conditions you're constantly stressing yourself, every yellow flag, weather update, red flag, pit stop, and other potential crashes have you on your toes.

Yet somehow, Lewis always finds a way to comfort you even if he is miles away from you. Immediately answering the radio about his updates (if he is a part of the crash) it's as if he's constantly assuring you that he is doing fine inside the car.

One time you were eating dinner after a long day with Nico's daughters, you find yourself looking forward to coming back to Lewis' apartment. Which at this point is no longer his only, it's a shared space for you two, mostly yours as you spend more time in it than him.

Cooking up something simple, you sit in solidarity finding peace in your little set up. Placing the ceramic bowl you designed with Lewis a few years back on the coffee table at the living room, instead of eating in the dining area, watching a replay of Lewis' dashboard from a previous race.

It feels like he's beside you, you find yourself listening to him as he talks with his engineers, watching his hands grip the steering wheel going lap over lap, doing what he does the best.

You end your days the same, until Lewis comes back. And it happened to be one of those days. The bell catches you off guard from taking a bite of your dinner, looking up, you find the door swing open revealing Lewis from behind.

"OH MY GOSH!" Standing up from the floor your legs stumble at the speed of your reaction. Throwing yourself at Lewis who dropped his bags at the entrance, forgotten as he wrapped his arms around yours.

"OH NO! I didn't cook dinner for you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?" Breaking from the hug, you smack his arm scrambling to the kitchen for a last minute meal.

You hear the sound of Lewis' laughter behind, your heart warming at the sound of his presence immediately filling the empty space in the apartment. "You don't have to cook me anything, I can make myself food."

You feel Lewis behind you as you shake your head in disappointment. "That's not it, you just came home you must be starving– how about you have my meal down there in the living room. It's fried rice, it's vegan I was about to eat so it's still warm and I can make something real quick so you can rest and-"

You were cut off with Lewis feeding you a spoon of what was supposedly your dinner. "Calm down sweetheart, we can share the bowl if you really want me to eat that bad."

A frown forms on your face, deep in thought, slowly chewing the spoonful of food, before staring into Lewis' brown eyes.

Dragging him towards the living room, you push him into the sofa before grabbing the bowl of fried rice off his hands. "Are you not hungry? You don't have to eat if you're not! You know what you should sit down and rest, or do you want to take a short bath? I can-"

"I can do those things myself. You're stressing over me when I'm at races, and when I'm here you're also stressing yourself over me. You're supposed to relax." Softly grabbing your hands, Lewis pushes you next to him on the sofa.

"I can't help it you know. It's instinct at this point. When I first started living here you basically took care of me when I was feeling down, and now I'm doing the same. We need to take care of each other Lewis, I'm basically responsible for you."

Nodding slowly in agreement, Lewis grabs your hands holding it into his, "And I'm also responsible for you, which I'd like to think is more important than me. I can't have you stressed over your time here, imagine what your parents will say- God forbid, what my parents say."

You gasp, laughing at his statement, "My well being is more important? I think not, you're literally out there racing and going out- imagine Toto Wolff calling me because you're not in perfect condition."

"Then let me handle it. I doubt Toto has anything bad to say about you." Lewis mumbles under his breath, but you catch his statement.

"What would Toto Wolff know about me? What have you been talking about Lewis? I swear if you're spreading that I'm not taking care of you, I'll actually reveal to the world that you're still awkward with Nico."

Your threat seems to leave little to no effect then you expect, but at least you got him laughing.

Happy drivers mean good results.

"And you don't have to tiptoe around me, I doubt anyone has the balls to say that to my face except you- maybe Seb, but it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about me, my racing, or my relationship with Nico."

Your eyes squint at his statement, still not believing him. His eyes meet yours, not giving up.

"Fine." You lower your gaze first.

"Let me draw you a bath though." Before Lewis could complain, you march towards the bathroom. Behind you, you hear Lewis laughing, you can see him shaking his head in disbelief.

"After that you better finish your dinner, then tomorrow we can do something together."

You smile to yourself, nodding in agreement. Despite the circumstances, you'd rather spend your time with Lewis like this. At the end of the day, even if you're miles apart from each other you will always come back to each other.

[drxmxss]

Our Eternal Novel °❀.ೃ࿔*

LADS Xavier × Reader

Summary: A cozy bookstore, a love for classics, a small town, a secret and an eternal promise of forever...What could happen when Y/N meets a stranger at her local bookstore who is not who he seems?

Content Warnings: Vampire! Xavier x Human!Reader, 18+, mentions of murder, missing persons, blood, death, injury, stalking/obsessive tendencies, biting, smut (will have a separate and more descriptive warning when included in chapter), more warnings to be added as the story progresses, maybe some oocness (this is my first xavier fic bare with me) reader discretion advised

Additional Warnings: Fingering, kinda sorta dubcon if u squint, desperate Xavier & reader, it just gets a lil nasty here

a/n: Hii everyone I am so sorry for the delay! Here is chapter 4! The next update won’t be for a while but look forward to it! Thank you!! Enjoy! 💞

Chapter Four: Taste

That night, Xavier and you stayed in the living room talking. He answered every question about himself you had.

“So..how old are you really?” You began, Xavier gave you a small smile, which made you have to ignore the flutter it gave your heart.

“I was 24 when I woke up as this.” Xavier explained. “Unfortunately I don’t remember much of my life before that, but I’ve been traveling alone since then..for about 150 years.”

“Wow..doesn’t it ever get lonely? Traveling place to place?” You ask. Xavier stared at you for a moment, considering his answer.

“Yes and no. I’ve met others like me and..they aren’t the best company sometimes. Territorial or moral differences in who we should feed off of don’t mix well.” He answered, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Moral differences? What do you mean?”

“Some vampires just like to feed off whoever catches their eye, or some unlucky loner walking by. I think it’s cruel, so I try to only feed off bad guys.”

“So you’re an undead vigilante. Got it.” You chuckle, Xavier smiles softly again.

“Did you..feed off that guy earlier?” You ask him, stomach queasy. Xavier frowns, “No I didn’t actually, I didn’t want to make a mess and scare you more.”

“Oh, alright then..Do you have like special powers or something?” Xavier seems to hold back a laugh, “Nothing cool like telapathy or anything, I can run faster and I’m stronger than any human. My senses are heightened as well.”

“No telpathy? Or even flying. That’s disappointing.” You complain, making Xavier laugh honestly this time. His laughter makes you smile and join along, and you notice how comfortable you feel around him.

“What else would you want to know?” Xavier asks, leaning back into you couch.

“Do you like..burn in the sun? Or sparkle?”

Xavier smiles again, “No, not that I noticed at least but I sleep during the day anyway.”

You stare at him, bewildered. “But you only came to the store on gloomy days? The sun really has no effect on you?”

Xavier chuckles, “That was merely a coincidence. I sleep during the day most of the time, easier to feed at night and all. But I can always change up the schedule.”

You nod, “I think that’s all my questions for now.”

“You should sleep, it’s pretty late and I don’t want to make you too tired for work.” Xavier says, standing up.

“I don’t go in tomorrow, and..” You trail off, debating your words. “You can stay here, if you want.”

Xavier looks at you confused. You shrug, “You already told me you come here every night to watch me. I’m just giving you the offer.”

Xavier smiles, “I suppose that’s true. As long as your okay with it.” You smile back, “Of course, let me get you a blanket and pillow.

You quickly run to your closet to get the extra bedding, and come back to Xavier already laying down on the couch, eyes closed and fast aleep. A twinge of guilt tugs at your heart, he must have been exhausted, even for a vampire.

“Here you go.” You whisper, draping the blanket over him. “My bedroom door will be open if you need anything.”

Xavier doesn’t respond, and you decide its better to let him rest. You turn off the lights as you make your way to your room to prepare for bed, trying your best to ignore the swirl of emotions in your mind.

*

A heavy weight on your chest wakes you from your sleep, and you open your eyes to meet Xavier’s.

Except this time, they are pitch black and wild.

You struggle against him, his weight on top of you holding you down. “Xavier?” You mumble, “What are you-“

Suddenky, he turns his head to graze his teeth against your jugular, breathing heavily.

“I-I waited too long.” He whispers raggedly, making you shiver. He inhales deeply, “To feed..”

You struggle against him now, fear rushing through your veins.”Xavier get off of me-“

Suddenly he grabs both your hands and pins them above your head, making you gasp. His tight grip holds your arms high up, and he leans down to listen to your erratic heartbeat.

“Y/N..” He whispers, looking up at you “Please..help me..Let me..” He trails off, making his way to inhale the scent of your neck.

“Xavier wait, you’re not in the right frame of mind”

“Just a taste, I promise Y/N. I”ve heard it can make you feel good sometimes. Please Y/N” Xavier, dazed, whispers desperately. “It hurts..I’m so weak.”

Guilt suddenly washes over you, were you the reason he waited so long to feed? Were you the reason he was basically starving himself?

“O-okay.” You whisper, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Xavier pulls away slightlt, his black eyes stare into yours.

“I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I swear it’s gonna be over quick.” He says sternly, but releases his tight grip in yout hands to caress your cheek. His ice skin feels soothing to your hot cheeks.

Quickly, Xavier leans down, and you feel his breath against your jugular. You close your eyes tightly, body tensing as you feel his teeth graze you skin.

You feel his teeth bite down, and your arms wrap around him, clinging tightly. You let out a squeak, the pain in your neck almost making you scream.

You hear sickly sucking noises coming from Xavier as seering pain envelopes your neck from his bite, you struggle against him now, beginning to regret trusting his judgment in this state.

Suddenly, the pain begins to die down and your mind races.This made you think you were either dying or Xavier was finishing soon.

However, you quickly realize you were wrong.

The pain seems to turn into pleasure, a wave of tingling electricity washes over you. Terrified you grip onto Xavier tighter, gasping and unable to form words. Your mind turns to mush, only focusing on the sudden pleasure rushing through you.

“X-Xavier? P-please help me.” You barely manage to gasp out, the intense pleasure continues to wash over you in waves, making you fight back a moan. You still hear Xavier sucking the blood out of the wound on your neck, but it suddenly comes to a stop.

Xavier pulls away from your neck and leans back, you open your eyes to meet his still black and crazed ones. “Help you?” He mumbles, his mouth dripping with your blood. You shiver, the sight seems to only intensify your tingling.

Without thinking, you grab his hand and place it on top of your core, above your sleep shorts that were bound to be ruined.

“H-here.. It feels..Please” You beg, too incoherent to ask properly, Xaviers eyes stare into yours for a quick moment, before leaning down to kiss you.

Immediately you taste your own blood on his tongue, and a moan vibrates deep in his chest as he quickly shoves his hand into your panties. You gasp into the kiss, his fingers feeling icy but quickly warming up as he shoved two into your soaked cunt, fingering you at a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing your clit in tandem.

Xavier pulls away from your kiss, still deep in your core and smiles softly, “You are so beautiful like this.” He whispers, kissing your cheek before leaning down to continue his minstrations on your neck.

Feeling his teeth sink into you again is nowhere near painful, the intense pleasure of his fingers inside you and the effect of his bite making you crave more of him, moaning out his name without fear now. You would soon take the risk of death for the chance to feel this good again.

Too soon, you feel a knot form deep in your stomach, Xavier’s fingers still inside you.

“I’m close.” You whimper, tugging at Xavier’s shirt again. Xavier once again stops sucking the blood from your neck to whisper into your.

“Go ahead darling.” He said, “I’m finished now, just let go for me sweet girl.”

His pet names make your mind mush, as you feel the instense snap of your orgasm in your core, with Xavier’s fingering you through it. The waves of pleasure crash over you hard, making you almost scream out.

Finally, you feel your heartrate slow, and you close your eyes and succumb to darkness.

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[ninthcircleofprythian]

Unbound

Part 9 - It Brings Me Back Somewhere

Summary - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together?

Word Count - 1.2k

Warnings- slight anxiety?

Author's Note - I know its been practically forever since I've updated this and I am truly sorry for all those who have been waiting. But the time has come and I am now working on this fic once more so rejoice! I know this is short but I figured you might enjoy a little bit of a something while I continue working out the next chapters. More updates coming I promise!

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Making their way back through the winding halls to the house proper, she noticed that Azriel still maintained the distance between them. His earlier words rang through her mind once more. You are in control here. And with another pulse of that power that came with them was also a measure of peace. He wouldn’t push anything until she was ready, until she made it clear that her boundaries had come down.

Nesta and Cassian were lounging together in the living room as they approached, her feet propped up in his lap as she stretched across the sofa reading. 

“I think we’ll do dinner another time, Nes,” Celeste stated.  “It’s been a long day and I’m ready to go home.”

Nesta didn’t miss the implication of the last word she spoke. Home. Her eyes flicked between Azriel and her friend.

“I’m ready when you are,” Nesta offered casually. She had graciously given up the routine of her daily life to be at Celeste’s side and the offer still stood. 

“I appreciate it, Nes. I think it’s about time I let you get back to your normal life,” Celeste offered her friend a genuine smile. “I think it’s about time we all got back to our normal life. As normal as it can be right now.”

Cassian stood from the sofa, freshly bathed and the bruise on his skin already a lighter shade of purple. “I can fly you back if you are ready.”

“That's ok, Cas. Thank you.” Celeste tilted her head toward Azriel still standing over an arm length from her side. 

Cassian nodded as he moved to drop a hand to his brother’s shoulder. But Azriel’s stare was focused solely on Celeste.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Tilting her head up slightly to meet his taller eyeline, Celeste’s face relaxed as it let go of all the tension of the day. “I’m sure.”

Celeste had expected to feel at least a fraction of fear as Azriel had moved to lift her into his arms. She had prepared internally to tamp it down at the first sign, but it never came. 

His movements were slow and measured, assuring her that he only intended to hold her in the most professional manner. As his arm hooked under her knees and the other settled against her shoulder blades, she felt – normal. She felt like any other person. No flicker of fear, no urge to run. Not even a magic thrill thrumming through her as his skin pressed against hers. But that deficit of sensation was almost magic all on its own.

“Ready?” Azriel questioned and she responded with a nod. 

As they soared over the outskirts of the city along the edge of the mountainside, Celeste marveled at the impending sunset and the colors it painted. 

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful things look from so high up.” She felt his fingers along her arm twitch, but before he could respond, she let out a quiet snort of a laugh. “But I guess I’ve forgotten a lot of things recently.”

“Sorry. Bad joke,” she whispered as she noticed the tightness lining his mouth, staring straight ahead. 

Azriel let a silence fall between them as the wind whipped by. His mind had latched onto that barely there laugh and was replaying it on repeat within his head. How many times had he longed over the last days to see her face without fear and suspicion? How many times had he thought of every smile she had ever given him, every laugh she had ever uttered? 

“Don’t be sorry,” he pushed through his frozen vocal cords in a rasp. Looking upon her face he saw the half hearted smile she flashed at him and filed it away with all the others.

Allowing the silence to fall once more, Celeste closed her eyes and savored the chill of the wind on her face. The thoughts that had plagued her constantly for days on end, while not gone entirely, had been ushered to the quiet background of her brain. Finally getting a much needed reprieve, her nervous system had settled into a lulling hum instead of a live wire. As she relished in the feeling of how good it was to close her eyes in peace for just a moment, she unknowingly allowed her head to drift sideways. Settling gently against Azriel’s chest, his arms gripped her just a bit tighter. 

Nesta was right, males and testosterone did stink. The smell permeated her nose and assaulted her senses but she was far too tired to react. Behind the scent of unwashed sweat came the scent of grass and dirt, followed by the even lighter aroma of cedar and nightfall. The realization caused her eyes to pop open. 

He and Cassian must have been in the woods. That’s why they were outside the bounds of Velaris. 

But her brain quickly reminded her that they had not been out during night time. As she felt them entering their descent she leaned in on impulse and pressed her face directly into the side of Azriel’s warm neck. She wasn’t aware of the startled look that passed over his face nor did she feel the stuttering step he took as they landed.

Azriel stood there on the front step of their townhouse frozen, his mind warring internally about what his next move was supposed to be. It wasn’t until she pulled her face back with a gasp that he lowered her to the ground. 

“It’s – It’s you,” her voice was threatening to break as she stammered. 

Confusion abounded within him without any context of her statement, yet he remained wholly still. 

“You smell like the woods,” the words came out in awed accusation.

“That’s where I was with Cassian today,” his brows furrowed, still not understanding the emotion she was displaying. 

“No, it’s definitely –” she grabbed hold of the arm hanging at his side and brought it to her face in a flurry of movement. “It’s definitely you. Your skin. Your scent.” She dropped his arm as she continued to stare wide-eyed.

The first time she felt safe had been in the woods. The woods that he smelled like. Not just because he had been there earlier, but because that scent was his. All the moments of the past week that scent had triggered came rushing back to her along with the tossed out prayer from the temple. Please, keep me safe. 

“You – you smell like the woods,” she stammered once more, this time barely above a whisper.. 

This time the realization struck Azriel like a blow to the chest, his posture straightening and his eyes widening. The overheard conversation she had with Nesta after waking up clanged like a temple bell in his head.

“Where you felt like it was safe to stop running,” Az said, wonderstruck.

She only gave a nod of her chin in response. Celeste’s head was once again a whirlwind of thoughts. No longer of suspicion and doubt but instead a number of emotions she was much too weary to pick at. She shook away the tangle of thoughts and brought herself back into the moment.

“It’s been a long day,” she countered quietly before any more could be said. Her mind was spent and she desperately needed some time to sort through what this meant. “I think I’d like to go to bed.”

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[kiwixlime]

Quiet and Confident

X is for Xennial 

You really love this old man.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader Notes: I haven’t died! I have just been through so much since I last updated anything and as much as I told myself I could do things, I just wasn’t in the right headspace. In these two years, I’ve fallen in and out of love, dealt with natural disasters, ups and lows of my emotions, and a boring list of other things. But I’ve been going down the rabbit hole lately, replaying my games, and I’ve been missing my boys so badly. And for the first time in forever, I have the inspiration to pick up where I left off. Who knows how long this will last. But right now, it feels right. I feel happy and ready to move on. So I present this. I felt it was the easiest way to ease back into writing. A simple and short one shot that of course includes our favorite dilf.  Warnings because we need those: Just some fluff and some suggestive conversation. Age gap, obviously. I love old man Joel. It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything interesting so I’m not ready to dive right back into the smut yet haha. Soon, though! Soon. Anyway, this is short and sweet because it’s been a roadblock in my drafts and I have better things planned and I just want to get this out of the way. Definitely not my best work, but I promise better things are ahead. 

“Ha, Xennial.” 

“Somethin’ funny to you?” 

“Nope, nothing.” 

“You’re askin’ for it.” 

“Asking for what, grandpa?” 

Joel groans and mutters something to himself. You can’t help but laugh, sitting up in your bed, bringing your arms out in front of you to stretch yourself awake. The sun barely seeps through the curtains of your bedroom, but there’s enough of a glow for you to take in the markings that embellish your wrists. You smile, tucking your hands into your lap. 

“We should be more careful,” you express, catching his attention again. 

Curious, he enters your room, closing the bathroom door behind him. His sculpted figure makes its way to the edge of your bed. You stare in awe as he stands tall over you. He's old, but he's Godly. So fucking Godly. With a concerned pout, he holds his hands out, urging you to show him your wounds. 

When you comply, revealing the reddening marks and deepening bruises, he frowns. In the moment, he loves being rough with you. There's nothing better than listening to you beg and plead and whimper like a desperate little bitch. But once the lust wears out, he feels a little bad for treating you so...dirty. 

“Sorry, princess,” he hums and brings your wrists to his lips. His warm breath hits your skin, sending goosebumps up your arms and warmth throughout your belly. “Grandpa just can’t help himself.” 

“Oh, ew,” you whine, yanking yourself away from him. You fall back onto the bed, pulling the sheet up with you to cover your grossed-out face. You started it, but ew. “You ruined it.” 

“Hey,” he chuckles, lowering himself onto the mattress with you. “You started it. Callin’ me old 'n' shit.” 

“I’m sorry!” You giggle, exposing your face to him as he slowly pulls the white cotton fabric off your body. He's barely listening as he takes in the sight of you, gorgeous and innocent, just for him. “I just can’t get over it. Xennial.” 

“Why is that so fuckin’ funny to you?” He asks with a smile, his focus back on your face, finding you absolutely adorable with your cheeky smile and glistening eyes. 

Last night, before heading home, you guys were out with your sister and his brother and a few others, just shooting the shit and having a drink. Tommy referred to Joel as an Xennial and for some reason, you just lost it. It was the funniest thing you'd heard. 

“It’s just another way of calling you old,” you say like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I like it.” 

“Yeah, well,” he huffs, feigning annoyance. “You weren’t thinkin’ I was too old for you last night, tied to the bed and beggin' to be--.” 

You grunt, slapping his arm. He’s not wrong. And he knows you’re joking. You like the fact that Joel is so much older than you. It’s not some weird kink thing, even though it seems that way and you happily play along to the roles. But there’s maturity in him, wisdom, and he doesn’t play games with your emotions. He’s straightforward and too old for bullshit. He lets you know what he wants and you love that you don’t have to guess. 

Plus, you feel comfortable with him. He’s strong and tough and sometimes a little scary, but he makes you feel safe. More than that, he teaches you how to hold your own; he teaches you how to protect yourself. You appreciate that. He’s delicate with your feelings and serious about your well-being. 

“Speaking of,” you say, the tone change in your voice is not lost on the older man. “You’re getting careless in public, you have to be careful or my sister will find out.” 

Thickness fills the air around you, leaving Joel with an uneasy feeling in his gut. You can feel the tension raying off of him and practically suffocating you. "Right," he says. 

Recalling the night prior, you can’t count the number of times Joel almost slipped up in front of everyone. It was either an intimate look that lasted a few seconds too long, a touch that was borderline indecent, or just his overall demeanor showing that he was way too close to you. Luckily, no one noticed as they were either occupied or intoxicated, but one of these days you won’t be so lucky. And your sister will lose her shit. 

“Is it the age thing?” He asks with a frown, his spirit darkening a bit. In all seriousness, his age is a bit of a sore subject between you two. He made sure a thousand and one times that you were okay with the large gap that existed between you two, and you were - you are. But sometimes it still gets to him. 

The last thing he wants is for someone, your sister especially, to think he has ill intentions towards you. And he doesn’t want people thinking badly of you, either. Even at the end of the world, the town loves their gossip. 

You’re young, but you’re not naive, you’re not stupid or careless, you know what you’re getting yourself into.  

“That and you know…” You trail off when you notice he’s lost in thought. 

“What?” He asks, dumbly, and you laugh. You stare at him, waiting for his brain to catch up, and when it finally clicks he lets out a small “oh.” 

“She wanted you first,” you finish, watching his face fall. He looks uncomfortable, squirming a bit under your gaze. It’s not something he likes remembering, mostly because it brings his tired brain back to the age thing again and leaves him with a sour feeling in his stomach. He’s not a creep. He’s not. Right? 

“And I wanted you,” he says softly, shyly almost. He doesn’t have to say much for you to know what’s going on in his gorgeous head. It’s painfully obvious. 

“And I wanted you,” you reply. “I know there’s something, deep down in your gut, telling you that this is bad, but I’m telling you to ignore it. I’m an adult, Joel. I’ve been an adult for years.” 

“I know that,” he sighs. “It’s just--” 

“It’s nothing,” you say firmly. “Look around, love. Look at the world we’re living in. If we find love, if we find comfort, who are we to deny it?” 

“I like what you’re sayin’,” he admits with a handsome grin, his hand finding yours, counting your fingers as he presses soft kisses to each one. He brings your palm to his cheek, resting against it and looking at you with such adoration. “You have me wrapped around your finger, you know that?” 

You hum, eyes fluttering closed, loving what he’s saying and how he says it. His naked body relaxes against yours as he climbs on top of you. Warm lips find your neck, sending your sensitive body and mind into a spell. You could stay here forever, getting lost within him, making yourself at home in his embrace. God, your sister would be so disappointed for so many reasons. 

“Everyone always says I’m just the younger version of her,” you whisper, killing the mood as Joel’s lips falter against your skin. He pulls away, brows furrowed in confusion and a little disappointment. “Sorry,” you squeak. 

“Somethin’ on your mind?” He asks with concern. 

Sighing, you sit up, Joel grumbling in disappointment as he sits up with you. “I don’t question whether or not I want to be with you,” you tell him with certainty. “But she is the one person who scares me with this. She already thinks I’ve become a different person since coming to Jackson. And I keep going over last night. One of these days, we’re going to slip. And she’s going to kill you. I’ve always been told I’m just the mini version of her. So if she finds out, she’s going to think the worst of you. She’s going to think you’re the worst kind of pervert.” 

The rambling is doing your head in, but you can’t stop. Your inside thoughts are out there now and you can’t get them back on their leash. It’s been a while since you’ve panicked like this and you really don’t care for it. 

“Because I didn’t want her?” He scoffs, standing from the bed and grabbing his clothes from the floor. He slips his boxers on and then his jeans, feeling awkward being exposed during this kind of conversation. “You’re not a mini version of her,” he insists, sitting back beside you. “You look alike, sure, but that’s where the similarities end, darlin’. I promise.” 

It’s nice to hear, and it’s something you want to believe. But his words can’t erase years of everyone you know telling you how alike you and Lexie are. Maybe that’s why you’ve changed so much. It wasn’t the world ending, it was the newfound freedom. Here, you aren’t Lexie’s little sister. Here, you are your own being. And no one knows otherwise. 

“Listen,” Joel starts before your mind can spiral again. He grabs your hand, holding it tightly to keep you grounded. “Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I just don’t know Lexie well enough. But your sister, to me, seems like the type who is always tryin’ to impress everyone. I get the feelin’ she has the need to be liked; to fit herself into whatever shape someone asks of her.” 

Part of you wants to jump into your sister’s defense and tell Joel she's not like that. But you can’t seem to find your voice. And you’re not sure if you’d be lying or telling the truth. 

“But you aren’t like that at all. You don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, and you don’t cater to 'em. You don’t make yourself smaller to make everyone else feel more important. You’re quiet and confident. And I love that about you,” he finishes and you can hardly contain yourself. 

As the words leave his lips, you pounce on him, rolling him onto his back while you crawl on top of him. He lets out a little grunt and winces, grabbing onto your hips tighter than you were anticipating. 

“Oops,” you laugh. “Did I hurt your old back?” 

“Keep talkin’, sweetheart,” he says, gruffly. “I’ll show you how fuckin’ old I am.” 

You roll your eyes. “That doesn’t make any sense.” 

Joel grits his teeth before asking, “When does your sister get home?” 

You shrug. “Not for a couple hours, why?” 

He laughs and pushes himself up, quickly flipping your positions. He reaches for the binds tied to your headboard and grins down at you, fire in his eyes. “I just think you need a reminder,” he says. “of what happens when you talk back to me.” 

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WHY IS EVERYTHING SO PLAIN NOW

like, I WOULD BE HAPPY IF I HAD DIFF COLORED KETCHUP STILL

Everything looks the same IT SUCKS GRGRGRGRGGRGR

I THINK ABOUT THAT ALL THE FUCKING TIME MAN ‼‼ I can't fucking STAND how everything is losing its color and life. I see all rhe time old buildings from the 90s and 2000s get updated and then they're just motherfucking gray and black. I'm interested in how people in the past and the present perceive the world's trends and what the future will bring of them. In the decades before now, a lot of them were fed up with the colorful obnoxiousness aimed at kids and teenagers and young adults, and they imagined the future as being amped up even moreso in that direction, the future practically being something of a tacky neon wasteland of shit like Chuck E Cheese MTV R rated rock video empires. People imagining the future tend to see it as very linear -- the current fads and concerns and lifestyles only amplifying more and more. if human society were water, they imagine it staying its course for all the foreseeable future, swelling more and more like a river being dumped with rain. In reality, it does that for so long, it floods and seems like it's connecting with the ocean and becoming a permanent river, until it drastically changes course and moves in a completely different direction, repeating the process. It's getting faster at doing that too. And who knows, that trend itself may change, and some day in the distant future, it may slow drastically and stay steady or even stagnant. A good example of this is in the 2000s, tiny cell phones were very popular. In Futurama, they make a bit with this where Amy has a cell phone the size of a peanut. 20 years later, phones are fucking massive. I also saw a comic from the 20s with flapper girls with short hair and knee length dresses laughing at old fashion articles, talking about how long their hair and dresses were. It then shows what they imagined as the 70s, with girls who were bald and wearing micro skirts laughing at the flappers.

I talked to my baby tiger about this today. I went to this place called Dunns falls where they had some sort of mill built in the 1800s. There was some sort of fucked up ass tool up on the wall. I have literally no fucking clue what it possibly could have been used for but I could tell that bitch was well irrelevant because ultimately I'm still from podunk ass Mississippi with family doing shit like making wine in the bath tub and sitting naked on the porch shooting at cars so I'm familiar with farming tools is my point. I also have a cousin named Lynyrd Skynyrd which isn't relevant but I got to mention that lol. Anyways, I could tell that fucking thing up on the wall was likely irrelevant and no longer used. And for a second it was like I just caught just a glimpse, a smell, of the time it came from. It felt barely comprehensible how old this place really was, how different that time in this area was, as I looked at the rust on it, even the rust itself looking old, the metal looking different, older than types of metal I see now. In those old, unfamiliar shades of gray and brown, I briefly glimpsed at a time dead and gone to never return, I caught a glimpse of the overgrown fields, I caught a glimpse of the gatherings of only a few lit by candles and I saw this mill. At one point new, strong, thriving, and held together by a sparse population who only knew this. I'm sure to them those tools, that work, that livelihood seemed forever. Unchanging other than to only progress in that linear manner. Maybe some suffered under the foot of it, like I do now under the foot of my own times dilemmas and strongholds. And then I came back to my time. That tool, that mill, something STILL not ancient but still old to us, still an amount of time that harbored countless changes, now only a husk that harbors a glimpse of its once beating life, dead. My baby tiger, his name being Serenity Devesh Rudra but we just call him Serenity (unless we're really clarifying his importance to him and then we say the whole thing), like me, is frustrated, concerned, confused about human society, especially modern human society. I told him all of what i told you. All of that at one point felt forever. It was far from it. And the same is to be said of what is going on now with all that human society forms. But it is the same as the mill, the fields owned by the family Dunn, the candlelight. Temporary.

But the very nature the universe was created in, the very nature the next will be created in, the love barely understood by man but still radiating and moving through us regardless, that was there long before it. It's still here long after it. That is eternity. As my fiance loves to say, about us and our deeply intertwined nature, there is no beginning, there is no end. That which matters to us is eternal, and no temporary human matters will ever outlive that. We are forever, whether that is recognized or understood or not, it is true regardless, a truth with no beginning, no end. A truth that runs in a circle of time, light and love.

And this comforted him, and we stood a little bit in the human concept of linear time proved wrong, and we went down and saw a beautiful black butterfly with wings that shone blue in the sun just like the galaxies do, which I noticed looked exactly like how my fiance does my makeup for me :o)🦋

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 25 (Final).

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.

It matters that you don't just give up," Guk mutters to himself, quoting Stephen Hawking as his fingers fly across the keys of his computer.

As he enters the final letters, he simply sighs. Leaning back in his chair, he picks up his glass of wine. His eyes skim the sixty four chapters he's ardently written over the course of the year and his heart beats erratically knowing that all his work, all his thoughts are now written down for forever.

His fingers comb through his hair, lips parting for the rim of his glass when a gentle cry breaks him out of his reverie.

Jeongguk's eyes flit to the clock on the lower right of his computer and he's up in a flash.

Cracking his knuckles, he exits his office. His mouth opens widely to yawn loudly while his nails itch at his bare chest. His feet pad down the newly carpeted hallway of the mansion and he finally stops at the doorway of the open room down the hallway.

"What's the matter, bud?" he gasps playfully, stepping into the nursery.

His face immediately breaks out into a smile at the sight of his son and when his child does the same, putting two small fingers into his tiny mouth, your husband chuckles.

"C'mere, c'mere," Jeongguk coos, lifting your one year old with ease.

He holds him close, pressing his lips atop his child's head and his eyes flutter shut at the peace he feels.

When you gave birth, when you brought this little man into the world… his whole universe rocked off its axis. His whole perception of reality shifted and warped into something that could only be described as perfection.

"Did you have a nice nap? Should we go find momma?" your husband inquires sweetly, angling his head to look at the baby who buries his face into his neck sleepily.

"Mkay, let's go," Guk croons softly.

The father of your child has appreciated the alone time you've been giving him lately but now that his final philosophy paper is finished, he realizes just how much he's missed you. "What do you think she's doing? Hmm? Maybe she's in her office?"

He continues down the long hallway, the expensive beige carpet muffling his footsteps every inch of the way.

"Ba ba ba ba," his son gurgles aimlessly, laying his heavy head against his shoulder.

"Mhm, I thought the same thing," Guk whispers with a laugh.

Peeking into your office, he's surprised to not see you there. You're usually cramming to get work in on these quiet Fridays.

Raising an eyebrow your husband leans over the second floor balcony to find your new furnished living room without you in it. You decided after a while that you needed to get more child friendly furniture, especially now that your baby boy now knows how to crawl around. All of the artistic furniture had too many sharp edges to keep a kid around.

Guk turns his head when he hears clattering from the walk-in closet and he immediately sets off with a smile at the thought of seeing you.

When he enters the room, he simply blinks at the sight before him.

"What're you doin', baby girl?" he inquires, watching as you pack the diaper bag with intent.

Turning to him with a wide smile, you put your hands on your hips. "Did you finish? Is it done?"

"My thesis? Yeah, I just finished it. Why?" he replies curiously.

"Oh good!" you beam, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder, "Let's go!"

"Where are we going?!" your husband asks, laughing aloud when you grab his hand and pull him out of the closet.

"We're going to celebrate!" you whisper happily, kissing him softly.

His free hand cups the back of your head gently and he pulls away just far enough to raise a brow.

"Where?" he whispers back conspiratorially.

"It's a surprise! C'mon!" you whine, tugging his shirt.

Your husband looks you over in a flash, mouth dropping open at the sight before him. "You're wearing sneakers, what have you done with my girl?"

"Okay, these are Louboutin sneakers. So I'm still fashionable and… anyway, mind your business and let's go," you retort, booping his nose cutely.

"Your son is in his diaper, can I put some clothes on him before you make us go climb a mountain or something?" he mumbles, heading back towards the nursery.

"I'm just so excited!" you whine, stomping your feet.

"Excited for what?! Explain!" he calls back to you as he enters your son's room.

"No!" you call to him, trudging down the hallway.

When you finally get to the nursery, you watch from the doorway as your husband mumbles to his son aloud. "What's wrong with mommy? Why's she being all weird, huh? What's your little sister doing to this woman?"

Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on your hip as you lean against the doorframe.

"You look good in black, buddy. Just like daddy," the father of your child whispers approvingly.

When he tilts his head to you, a smirk plastered to his face, you can only giggle at the sheer handsomeness of him.

"It might not be a girl, y'know," you breathe, watching him lift your son back up.

"I can dream and besides I'm the luckiest guy in the universe, I'd only get luckier if I have a princess on the way," he coos, closing the distance between you both to kiss your forehead.

When you smile up at him, he snorts softly.

"Okay come on!" you cheer, going to leave the room.

You're fully stopped when your husband curls his arm around your waist and you look up at him with a pout. "What now?!"

"Gimme this, you don't carry heavy things this early in pregnancy," he mumbles, peeling the bag off your shoulder.

"Guk, you're being ridiculous," you sigh, folding your arms.

"Thank you, it's a trait of mine. Now, come on, didn't you say you have a surprise for me?" he beams, slinging the bag over his own shoulder.

Opening your mouth to retort, you stop yourself only to roll your eyes as he kisses your temple.

To be with this man for all this time already, to know that you still have forever to go with him… It's a magical feeling. It's almost a full year since you've given birth, gotten married, bought a summer house on one of the great lakes, and gotten pregnant once again. To be with this man, now sitting beside you eating a protein bar like he's been starved of food his whole life, you do find yourself counting your blessings.

Jeongguk is an amazing husband, an amazing father and quite a wonderful physicist.

He has all this time to be juggling all these things, sometimes you wonder if you're lacking on anything.

He's always so busy these days and he keeps up with everything anyway. It's truly incredible.

Your husband takes your hand over the middle console, intertwining his fingers with yours sweetly. His head lolls back to the rest behind him and he tilts his head to your son in the backseat with a smirk.

"He likes the planets, maybe Seb will be an astronomer," he whispers, lifting your hand to press his lips to the thin skin on the back.

"That'd be impressive," you reply with a giggle, keeping your eyes on the road.

Suddenly, your husband snaps his fingers and you look sharply to your right at the noise.

"I know where we're going! What're you up to, Mrs. Jeon?"

You giggle sweetly, simply raising your shoulders feigning aloofness. "I guess you'll have to see when we get there?"

"Have I told you that I love you today?" he inquires, combing your hair back behind your ear.

"Yeah, like once or twice," you whisper, turning the steering wheel.

"Once or twice?! That's not nearly enough! I love you, sweetheart," he coos, leaning his temple against the headrest.

"I love you too," you breathe sweetly, pulling up to the zoo parking lot.

"I knew it! Oh man, Sebastian is gonna love to see his friends!" Guk chuckles, beaming a great big smile at you.

You thought the zoo would be apt for celebration, especially since this is the first place that your shell began to crack with your now husband.

You remember the fit you went into, you remember how he chased you down with a golf cart… This place is the first place where you began to develop feelings and you smile at the simple thought.

How lucky your life has become since that day…

Leaning over the middle console, your husband drifts his hand across your stomach. He gives you a soft, passionate kiss that blossoms flowers within the deepest recesses of your heart.

When you finally pull away, Guk's coffee irises are alight with happiness and peace. The only thing that makes him look away is your son's excited babbling as he looks out the window.

The warm fatherly smile Guk gives makes you chuckle and he shakes his head sweetly as if he's still astounded by the wonderful choices he's made to get here.

"Let's go enjoy our celebration!" he beams to Sebastian, opening up his door.

As you climb out of the car, your eyes find your friends almost immediately. Your husband has noticed them yet, too consumed by grabbing the carriage and making sure your son is alright.

You give the boys you're now attached to the hip with smiles and a wave.

"How's my nephew?!" Jimin yells, crossing the parking lot to be with you both.

"Oh shit! You scared me! What're you doing here?!" Jeongguk laughs loudly, strapping Seb in before giving Jimin and Taehyung big hugs.

"Y/N told us we're here to celebrate!" Tae beams, leaning over and kissing your cheek as a hello.

Even now sometimes you're astounded by how amazingly close you both have gotten. You can remember how much he didn't like you at first, how jaded he was with you around. Now, everything has changed.

"What do you think?" Tae inquires, spreading his arms wide for you to take in his clothes.

"You look super handsome as always, did Rika send you this?" you inquire, smoothing your hands over his new Chanel shirt.

He nods happily, beaming at you with positively bright energy.

"You look amazing!" you announce, locking the car.

"Ba ba ba ba ba!" Sebastian squeals loudly, lifting his feet with his hands.

"God, my nephew is so cute!" Jimin whines, hooking his arm around Guk's shoulders.

Your husband smirks, looking over at you with sweet eyes. "How'd you know I was gonna finish my thesis today?"

"I know you better than you know yourself," you reply.

"That's true, yeah," your two best friend's chirp at the same time.

With a giggle, you tuck your arm beneath your husband as you all set off.

"Oh man, Seb is excited," Guk whispers with a laugh as your son flails around in his stroller.

"I can't believe you wore sneakers! Where are your elbow length gloves too? Are you okay?" Jimin inquires as you all finally sit down.

"She doesn't like to wear the gloves too often when she's pregnant, it makes her skin itchy for some reason," your husband comments offhandedly, passing you your food.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" both of your friends yelp at the same time with wide eyes.

You look over at Guk with a wry smirk and he freezes in place. "W-Well we weren't telling anyone just yet because it's really early on a-"

"Oh my God! Congratulations! I love you guys! This is amazing!" Taehyung gasps, dropping his utensils to hug you tightly.

"I'm only five weeks so it's still early on!" you reply, hugging him back.

"Still, it's amazing!" Jimin whispers, kissing your cheek.

When you look over at Guk, watching how diligently he takes care of his son, your fist tucks beneath your chin. He's such a loving father, he's so wonderful and perfect… You are so lucky.

"Y'know… first time we came to this zoo I had to chase her down in a fucking golf cart," Jeongguk announces, wiping Sebastian's chin with the bib.

"Seems about right," Chim guffaws, folding his arms.

"I knew immediately from that day on that my life would never be the same. Now here we are married with Seb, another baby on the way, I'm a damn physicist now, you guys are getting married in July… It's all worked out exactly the way it should have."

You smile widely, watching as the doors of the VIP lounge open up. Sebastian has become so fond of the fennec foxes at this zoo, there's one in particular that takes to him so well and you can only laugh when he pushes Guk's hand out of the way to squeal at the sight.

You are so fucking lucky to be here especially with these people. You're so lucky that you got to have your black, hardened heart reform into an actual working one.

Guk kisses your temple as you watch Sebastian crawl around with the foxes and your heart sings at the peace it feels.

There are three things in this world you are absolutely certain of.

Anyone can change.

You can find love in the simplest of situations.

You are the luckiest girl in the world to have ever found your soulmate out of the situation you were first presented with.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

🥄 (If I send more does that mean I get even MORE of this fic? Lol. JK. Unless.... 👀😅🥹😂)

Happy writing, Sunny, and thank you for tagging me!

LOL! You bet, and thanks for the ask. I went ahead and gave you a bit of a longer snippet anyways. 😉 Here's some from the next chapter of To Spoon Feed You Comfort:

Bilbo gave Dain a small half-smile. “I’m afraid you’re going to be a bit disappointed then. Thilrak gave us twenty days. And that’s if we skip a few meals here and there.”

The other dwarves immediately went silent as Dain fell into his seat with a long drawn-out sigh.

“That is poor news indeed.”

“Lord Dain, there has to be a way for us to last this winter. Surely the Iron Hills has more in its stores that it can part with for a reasonable price.”

“Aye, I suppose we do, but it’s all about the politics of it, right? You see, if I part with more from our stores then my mountain has to ration until the traders return. The flow of gold would be nice, but I doubt my people will understand them tightening their belts for a small measure for a mountain that’s not their own.”

Bilbo frowned mightily at that. He didn’t understand. To hobbits, dying from starvation was the most dreaded death there was. If you had a neighbor in need, especially with food, you helped. No questions asked. He was struggling right now with the idea that popular opinion would look poorly upon them taking just a bit of extra food. 

“And I suppose it would be too much to hope for that we might somehow gain public opinion’s sympathy?”

Dain sighed and shook his head. “Since the dragon, the decisions of Thror and his line are not well thought of. It’s why I couldn’t come to Thorin’s aid til now. Took me forever to convince my council, and even now I’m returning home with barely a fourth of my warriors and most of them injured. My popularity is sure to take a hit, not that I regret it for a second.”

“Will the confirmation of Erebor in dwarven hands not help with that?” Bilbo asked.

“It might. It might, but I dare not push for too much at this point.”

Bilbo sighed. So they were back to the immediate problem of too many mouths to feed, and not enough food to go around. Dain switched the subject to something a little more encouraging as he told him how the clean-up and rebuilding of the mountain was going. Apparently the mighty forges were still burning hot enough from Smaug’s fire to keep them warm for the upcoming winter, and with the help of Dain’s dwarves, they had nearly finished repairing the front gate. Bilbo appreciated the updates even though he knew it wasn’t necessary for Dain to share with him. After all, he was no one important in the grand scheme of things.

“And tell that king of yours that he’s got to get more sleep. I know he’s worried, but we need him in top form.”

Bilbo felt his entire body freeze as a shard of ice stabbed him straight in the chest. Dori covered for him, promising to see to it that Thorin rested more before gently pushing Bilbo out of the tent. Bilbo shivered as he was blasted by the rush of cold air. He hated that Thorin was running himself into the ground. He hated that he wasn’t there for the dwarf to lean on. He hated the distance that had only grown between them since he revealed the Arkenstone. 

Maybe it would have been better if he had never shown it to Thorin. If he had just hidden it away. Obviously Thorin had been able to break through the goldsickness eventually. Bilbo had only damaged the threadbare relationship they had. And while he should give it up as a lost cause, even now he ached to see his face. To hear his voice. To know his touch.

“Dori, is Thorin…okay?” He asked hesitantly.

Dori didn’t answer him right away, and when he did it was only a half-answer.

“Much weighs on Thorin’s mind of late. I don’t know where Dain got the idea, but perhaps it would help the both of you to talk.”

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[girlboybug]

trash magic

"boy, you wanna hold me down and tell me that you love me?"

or the one where you get a tattoo for joel and he shows you just how much he appreciates it.

what’s playing 🎧 trash magic by lana del rey

pairing : joel miller x reader

word count : 2k

*unedited*

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, joel is sooo super turned on by your tattoo, size kink, overstimulation, mentions of unspecified age gap, unprotected sex, tit-fucking, lots of heavy petting/groping, praise and hints of degrading, joel is a dirty depraved man muahaha

TRIGGER WARNINGS : uhh none come to mind but if there’s something that is triggering plz let me know. otherwise enjoy <3

a/n : hi guys i’m so sorry it took me FOREVER to update, i just wanted to post smth small bc i felt bad abt my lack of presence on here. i wanna say thank u so much for the love and support on my work it means the absolute WORLD to me. life has just been so draining and writing has fallen to the back burner and i HATE it but here, i hope this slightly makes up for it, i promise i have a lot in store!!

it had been just a little over a month. a little over a month without joel was time spent cruelly—longingly. and in all honesty, most people in jackson wondered why you were so distraught over his lack of presence, unable to comprehend why a young, pretty girl spent all her time trailing behind a stone-faced old man. but he was your stone-faced old man. his hard glare, monotone responses and hands that were perpetually stuck in fists, were all aspects you loved about him, despite the fact that they seemed to act as a wall to block everyone out.  but what people didn’t realize was that those walls came right back down the second it came to you. 

you figured their judgment lied in the point of view that they had of him. they only saw cold joel, unfriendly joel who had zero time for anyone except ellie and, maybe you. but they didn't see the way he was when you were alone. they didn’t see the way his face would drop all its coldness when he'd look at you, his fists following in suit and unraveling into gentle hands that would tighten around your jaw to pull you up for a kiss. instead, all they saw was a hardened old man leading on some girl young enough to be his daughter. 

and even if he was, you didn't care. it was hard to care about anything when he'd press his mouth over yours, enveloping you in and cleansing you of everything you've ever worried about the second his tongue pushed past your lips. you replayed the way his scruff felt against your skin, your bare tummy…your inner thighs. you squirmed around in the booth at the tipsy bison, ignoring the comments about how you're going to regret getting the tattoo that you did, how joel is nice and all, but he's the last guy you should be getting a tattoo for. 

you didn’t fucking care, the only thing that you did care about was how he would feel about it. and god, you hoped he liked it. you are definitely not one to handle pain all that well, and with the limited supplies cat had after tattooing ellie, you were extra nervous of all that could go wrong. but you missed joel so much, you needed something, anything, that felt like a piece of him was always with you. 

the moth sticker on the neck of his guitar always did catch your eye, and when he was gone, you’d cradle his guitar, hold it the way he would and simply stare at the sticker. you imagined him the day he stuck it on, the way he’d look down at it, and maybe even smile to himself. it made your heart just about ache at the image. 

you grew antsy to show joel the more you thought about it, but maintained what little patience you had left. you decided to keep it a surprise until you both got home, feeling as though the reveal was something that deserved to be private for you two alone. 

—

“i have a surprise for you.” you whispered excitedly, clambering into his lap. he smiled up at you, pushing his glasses into his hair and shutting his book. his eyes fell to your fingers that slowly took their time unbuttoning each little button on the flannel that…suspiciously looks a whole lot like the one that went missing from his side of the closet. 

“that so?” he hummed in that low gruff voice of his, a hot feeling stirring in his lower stomach as he watched the flannel begin to part the lower you went. 

“mhm. i hope you like it.” you murmured, swallowing hard when you pulled the flannel open. his eyes lingered on yours for a moment before traveling down to the valley of your breasts, gasping when he saw a moth decorating your skin. 

“are you out your goddamn mind?” joel exhaled in disbelief, tracing his fingers over the moth splayed across your sternum. 

your hands gripped the fabric of your flannel, fingernail rolling over the button with nerves. “are you…are you mad?” you unintentionally whimpered, and he shook his head, sitting up with you in his lap, leaning forward and pulling his glasses back down to look at it better. “no baby no but, i…i coulda given you the sticker i had,” he laughed, unable to peel his eyes off of the tattoo. you rolled your eyes jokingly but in the back of your mind, fear was starting to settle in. 

did he hate it?  

“do you like it?” you asked quietly, praying he said yes. “oh, baby i love it,” he uttered heavily, bringing his stare from your chest up to your face. he pulled you by your chin, smile still on his lips while he kissed you. you cupped his face, thumbs circling around the stubble on his jaw, a giddy feeling beginning to bubble in your tummy. 

“did it hurt?” he questioned with his lips still close to yours. you nodded, pecking him. “yeah. but i just thought of you the whole time,” you admitted truthfully, smiling fondly down at him. he shook his head, kissing you again. he made a sound of sympathy, running his thumb along your bottom lip. he stared at your chest before something clicked in him, making him flip you on your back.

he wasn’t phased by the surprised yelp that left you, instead he was focused on stopping your hands from trying to hide your bare chest with the flannel. “unh unh don’t cover up now, too pretty to be doin that,” he chastised lowly, devouring you with his eyes. you grew hot under him as he continued speaking. “looks so good on you…real good, wish i was there with ya while you got it done baby,” he groaned, hands groping your breasts, thumbs straying to caress the wings of the moth. 

you whined hushedly, arching your back into his touch. “i do too but you were gone,” you formed something like a pout, pushing an upset finger into his chest. he tsked, holding your accusatory hand to kiss your palm. “i know, i know, already said m’sorry baby,” he murmured, taking advantage of the way you softened at his actions. he trailed kisses down your jaw, murmuring more apologies for his absences. his words were enough, and all you could do was just lean into him, taking every touch and kiss he gave you happily. 

“can’t believe you did this,” he breathed out, pressing his growing bulge to your clothed core. you whined, sitting up on your elbows. your ankles lock around him eyeing him from under your eyelashes. “i just wanted to feel like you were always with me, i missed you so much joel,”

he breathed in sharply at your confessions, his cock twitching and heart racing. “oh baby,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead lovingly. “missed you too. thought about you all the time.” his hand rubbed your outer thigh making its way between your legs. “thought abt this,” he exhaled, feeling you buck down into his palm with a sweet little moan from your lips. 

“missed it s’goddamn much, missed you the most though,” he muttered, the familiar twange in his voice sparking a smile across your face. he pushed your panties to the side, gathering your slick with the pads of his fingers, his cockhead weeping with precum when it registered just how wet you were with such small touches. 

he pushed his middle finger in and wasted no time in fucking you with his digit just the way you liked. you cried out, gripping his wrist while he fucked into your little cunt with his finger, groaning to himself at how tight you felt. 

he leaned down, kissing all over the tattoo, licking and nipping at your breasts while you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

“joel—fuck, just, just—please fuck me,” you breathed out, the patience you’d been struggling to keep had finally ran out, and you couldn’t wait anymore, you needed to have him the way you’ve been craving all this time. “shit—alright, need it tha’ bad huh,” he grunted, pulling himself from out his boxers. 

he held your waist with both large hands of his, pushing inside you, burying his face in your chest and groaning loudly at the way you grip him. you cried out, nails digging into his wide back, teeth grazing his shoulder while you tried to catch your breath. 

the stretch burned and tingled, rippling through your skin and nerves in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. he pushed in and out of you slowly and gently, shaky little breaths that sounded obscene, fanned out over your lips from his parted mouth, and you breathed them all in, pulling him in closer. 

his forehead rested on yours, kissing you while his hips grounded down into yours, taking his time to appreciate how fucking good you felt all around him. utterances of f-fuck, baby poured into your mouth from his, casting a warm sensation to spread across your cheeks. 

he rocked into you, somehow going deeper with every thrust. knowing that he was filling you to the very brim sent him into a mindless delirium, and in return fastening the way he fucked you. gentleness morphed into rushed, desperation to feel you, every single inch and crevice and to make up for lost time. 

you took him in, tightening your calves around his lower back, tugging at the back of his hair while his tongue lapped at your tits and sternum, losing his mind at the fact that you’ve marked yourself as his with this moth. your bold declaration of love and dedication to him turned him on in ways he couldn’t even begin to fathom and the more he thought about it, the harder his hips crashed down into yours. 

“missed me so much you had to get something that reminded you of me tattooed on ya’,” he grunted, grabbing one of your legs and haphazardly throwing it over his shoulder, shuffling even closer to fuck you harder. you couldn’t even reply correctly, all you could do was tearfully babble, nodding stupidly. 

“love you so much joel,” you hiccuped, entire body being nearly fucked into the headboard, tits bouncing mesmerizingly with each thrust joel sends into you. 

“say it again,” he groaned, cock twitching at your open admissions. “i love you, love you love you so much,” you cried, leg beginning to tremble on top of his shoulder. 

“‘love you too baby, love you so goddamn much,” he breathed out in a rasp, shuddering a heavy sigh when you tighten and pulse all around his cock. 

he loved the way his hands just engulfed you, his hand almost covering the entirety of one of your breasts, palming your soft flesh. you were so easy to squeeze, to pick up and hold and fuck, and joel took full advantage of his strength and how palpable for him you were. 

with ease he pulled you up along with him, still impaled on his fat cock, feeling a familiar cockiness spread in his chest when you whimpered at the feeling of him so far inside of you. 

he rested on his haunches, keeping you upright with his hands gripping your hips tight, face falling into your chest once more, his beard tucking the valley of your breasts. 

your bodies flowed into each other’s fluidly, hips rolling and meeting each and every thrust like clockwork, his hips coming up only to be met with yours crashing down into his. it was addicting, you couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely even remember your own name, the only thing you could manage was fucking yourself onto joel. 

“so deep,” you cried out through a series of whines and he laughed, bringing a big hand to your tummy, rubbing over where his cock bulged. you keened, lips trembling while you squeezed his shoulders. “i know baby i know,” he crooned, plastering an open mouth kiss onto you. 

he slid a hand between your wet grinding bodies to rub circles over your soaked little clit, chuckling to himself when you choked on a sob at the contact. you shook like a leaf in his arms, his sweet little angel so close, he felt it in the way your cunt gripped his cock, and it filled him with pride knowing he was the only one who could unravel you like this. 

“know you needa cum baby—you gonna ask me?” he growled in your mouth, biting your bottom lip testingly. you whimpered, arching your chest into his, a little pathetic nod following your actions. “s-sorry joel, please please let me cum, feels so good i-i dunno if i can hold it,” you whimpered, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. 

the swirls from his fingers over your clit persisted and it made you vibrate in his hold, your impending orgasm making you lose what little control you had over your own body. 

“c’mon baby give it to me, cum all over it,” he grunted gruffly, and you shook wildly, squeezing your eyes shut and collapsing in his arms while your orgasm reverberated all throughout your limbs  

“joel—oh my—fuck!” you sobbed, bouncing on his cock while you rode out your orgasm, feeling milked dry as he rubbed your clit into over sensitivity. 

“good baby, so fuckin’ good,” he drawled out lowly, patting your poor abused clit with his long fingers. “wanna do somethin’ for me?” he panted and you nodded eagerly. 

“lie back for me,” he ordered and you obeyed, laying back down onto the pillows beneath you. he begrudgingly pulled out of your tight cunt, shushing you when you whimpered at the loss of him inside you. 

he straddled you, feeling his cock ache in his rough palm when you stared up at him, resting on your elbows, cute tits perked and barely concealed from his flannel. 

he shoved the material away from your flesh, jerking himself off before he put it between your tits. “push ‘em together f’me—ahh shit, y-yeah just like that—oh shit baby, keep lookin at me like that—“ he growled under his breath, fucking your tits with hard pistons from his hips. 

“gonna cum, gonna cum on these cute fuckin’ tits baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back while you egged him on, whimpering and squeezing your thighs together at how he used your chest to cum, it was so hot seeing him fall apart on top of you, looking glorious and gorgeous even in such dirty circumstances. 

you wrapped your lips around his leaking cockhead, the corners of your mouth peeking upwards with smugness at the way he gasped and shivered at your actions. “shit,” he groaned, his own orgasm taking over his body. 

he came in your mouth, your tits still engulfing his shaft. he twitched on your tongue, whimpering to himself at the way you sucked on his tip. he pulled himself away from your plump lips, starting to soften from how sensitive he was. 

he laid beside you, pulling you into his arms once more, feeling content and right with the world when you nestled into your rightful place on his chest. 

“still in awe over you.” he murmured, running his fingertips up and down your arm. “you’ll get used to the tattoo soon,” you giggled and he shook his head. “meant you…you as a whole baby.” he whispered and you looked up at him, pupils dilating into hearts. “joel,” you uttered, leaning up to kiss him. “i love you,” you mumbled sleepily. he smiled, kissing your clammy forehead. “i love you too baby.” 

[definitelynotshouting]

i binge read litd about a week ago and genuinely it's taken over every single part of my brain, on the day I fully went through the fic I was so deeply affected (in the best way possible) that I even had to go scream at my non life series/hermitcraft friends about how genuinely insane your prose, storytelling, and just writing in general is throughout all eleven chapters, it's been so long since i read a fic that had me this captivated.

i was so blown away that I even came back to tumblr after barely using it over the course of a few years just to keep up with your creative endeavours!!! i'm genuinely so invested I think my friends are sick of me (or extremely concerned) at this point.

litd has fully given me newfound inspiration on new ways to write my own stories and personal projects, and I really had not been expecting that when randomly scrolling through ao3... thank you so much the trajectory of my life feels like its been altered... I will be happily awaiting the next update for whenever it comes out!!

oh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 oh my gods this is so??? im genuinely at a loss for words rn ;;;❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ what a deeply kind and beautiful message to receive, anon this made me feel so warm and full of light while reading it, thank you so much for such meaningful compliments 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

i know i KNOW i say this all the time but i truly am forever blown away by how litd touches people like this, and im always so deeply grateful bc really at the end of the day, thats what the whole point of being a writer is to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the joy and privilege of being able to inspire emotions in someone, and help them craft their own works in turn, is a gift so deeply special to me and something that i can never ever take for granted. Thank you for so much for the kind words anon, i hope to get the next chapter out sometime soon!!

[nintendogirl106734-blog]

Sister Turtle AU

This is the first time I am posting to Tumbler (and AO3 under RStar106734) and this is a project I have been working on for a while. However, school is busy and I have no clue how often I will be able to update it or respond to any comments or asks. Don't let that stop you though! Leave a comment or send an ask and I will try to respond when I am able. For now, here is the prologue to my story. Enjoy!

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People often describe their first memories as blurry figments of general sensations and assumptions based on stories that their parents tell them. They may be able to give a few details about moments that truly stuck with them, but even these memories are tinged with a nostalgic blur. That is not the case for me. My first memory is as clear as any memory could be and it can only be described as pure chaos. 

The smell of smoke is the very first thing that I can remember. It burned far hotter than any of the flames that reached its hungry fingers toward my face. After that, the feeling of something soft surrounded me, drying the tears that slipped from my eyes and pinning me against some shiny fabric. Whatever it was, it was constantly moving. There was an almost constant bounce that was occasionally interrupted by hard jolts that threw me into something hard. After one particularly hard bump, the hard thing started to squirm against my shell. I started to move as well, trying to turn around and see the thing, but I could only catch a glimpse of something green and orange before there was another jolt. 

I gave a little chirp, with four similar chirps repeating the sound behind my shell and a soft laugh from somewhere above my head. I tilted my head up to find what gave that non-bale sound, but I was entranced by something else. The area above our heads glittered with glittering stones. They were glowing, draping the surrounding area in a faint pink hue. They looked exceedingly similar to what I’ve been told surface stars look like at night, but I would argue that the gems are better. They change colors to match the sunlight above, with the pink fading to purple in my memory. I probably would have stared at those gems forever if… things hadn’t happened the way they did. 

To be entirely honest, I’m not entirely sure what happened. I was staring at the gems one second, and the next, there was an extremely hard jolt that threw me away from the soft thing around me. I went flying right over it with nothing more than a startled chirp.

At that moment, it felt like time stopped. I could see the ground coming closer. I could hear panicking creatures screaming. The chirps of my bale mates echoed around me, but they went unanswered. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make a sound. I could barely even breathe. I could only watch the ground approaching me. I knew that I had to move. I didn’t know what would happen if I didn’t, but something deep down told me that I had to do something. I knew that I was watching death approach but I could not force myself to do anything. The only thing I could feel was a paralyzing fear that still haunts my nightmares. I honestly believe that the only reason I can tell this story is because my instincts kicked in at the last moment. I tucked into my shell for a brief moment before I hit the ground.

The top of my plastron hit the ground before anything else and I was blinded by sudden pain. If I thought the smoke burned my nose, then this felt like someone was dipping my entire chest into lava. I think someone screamed at that point. There might have been multiple screams, but the ringing in my ears drowned them out. Nothing existed except for the agony that was spreading through my body and grew with every inch I slid away from my bale and the cries that managed to break through the fog. 

Eventually, everything stilled for a moment. Nothing moved, nothing could be heard, and every sense was mildly dulled with the shell around me and the pain that now infected my entire body. I was finally able to take a breath. It still smelled like smoke with the new addition of fresh blood, but that breath felt like nothing had before. That one breath led to the next, which was followed by even more. My chest slowly moved with each inhale and the sound of air whooshing through my nose drowned out the continued ringing and my pounding heart. Each breath came slower and softer than the last. There was a pause when something blocked the front of my shell with a world-shaking thud, but the darkness only helped to drown out everything but my breathing and heartbeat. I don’t know how long I focused on my breathing behind my walls, but I think I eventually drifted off. 

Father eventually found me. He picked me up with delicate movements that barely woke me, but I just gave him a quiet chirp and drifted off again. Things got a little blurry after that. Father tells me that it was because I got ill from stress and infection. He swears that he did everything to protect me and my brothers. He swears that he looked for the others, but there was no sign that they survived. I was the only warrior he had left and he would do everything he could to make sure I would have the chance my siblings ever could. He would raise me to be a protector of the weak, a warrior for the people, and the guardian that I needed during that chaos.

I will achieve his dreams for me. He wants the best for everyone, and if I need to make some sacrifices to make that happen… Who cares about the weapon that a hero uses to save the land?

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/nintendogirl106734-blog/764729748184334336/blood-is-thicker-chapter-2?source=share

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (5)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

Summary - The boys have to go back to work, and you need to learn how to live with only a few boys around at a time. So you decide to take up and learn some hobbies with everything the boys have been slowly purchasing you.

Masterlist

It had been awhile since that day you ran into the pack alpha's sister, ever since you have been able to slowly move on from the past. Spending time with your mates as much as you can, with everyday you grow fonder and more confident. They have shown you nothing but love and made sure you never doubt yourself for even a second.

But everything good must come to an end, and today was that day. The boys had warned you in advance that soon they would have to return to work. It took a bit before you understood what they meant. Their jobs were similar to what you did with your ex pack however they actually enjoyed what they did and got paid for it. They had sort of expected a more emotional reaction, but you knew somewhere deep down that if they could they would stay home with you forever in a cuddle puddle.

I had woken up early this morning, barely before the sunrise would begin to fill my newly renovated room with its pure golden glow. I quickly began to get changed for the day, however when I thought about the fact that a majority of the boys would be gone for most of the day, another thought came to me. I snuck quietly out of my room and looked around to see if anyone was awake. I could smell the beginnings of a delicious breakfast so I began to sneak downstairs.

I had made it all the way to the entrance of the kitchen, looking inside I saw Minho and Felix. I silently giggled as I slid into the kitchen and latched onto Minho. Giving him a morning snuggly back hug.

Minho chuckled and rubbed my hands on his stomach before returning to making breakfast. "Is everyone else still asleep Minnie?" He looked down at me. "Yup, I think everyone will be up soon since most of us have to leave soon." I nodded. "Can I go steal some clothes?" Minho stopped what he was doing for a moment and turned around to me. He cupped my face and squished it a bit. "Does our little 'mega want to smell her pack all day still." I nodded and told him. "Just want to smell my mates while they are out for work." Minho then let me go and I ran off to his room. Today only Jeongin and Felix could stay behind. I was told by all of them what their jobs were so I would know who to expect home more often than the others.

Jeongin was the CEO of company that built Omegagram, They had also created AlphaChat and BetaBook. All of these were apps created and updated to perfectly match the social media needs of a specific second gender. Because of their recent success with Omegagram, the company had funded a new project that was also doing well. Turns out Omega Heaven was also owned by him.

Felix was the owner of a world wide bakery, this bakery had the ability to become a food factory. Except Felix loved the original small hometown bakery idea, thus with every new branch he built, each one would be made to freshly bake its good. He also kept the prices lower even when demand rose.

These two got the most time off as their jobs required less from them in person and they could simply work from home most days.

The others had more high demand jobs, Chan was the CEO of an entertainment company. His jobs consisted of making sure that his idols were happy. Whatever was needed he would be able to do. If he found that a manager was miss treating them, he would easily replace the manager. If an Idol acted up he would give them chances until they ran out. However he was best when it came to helping them perfect and produce music. Hyunjin was an assistant CEO to Chan, his job fell more into the dancing side of idols, and he also helped the acting side of the entertainment company.

Minho and Jisung were also coworkers. Minho was the CEO of a fashion company while Jisung was one of the more famous Beta Fashion designers. Jisung was amazing at paying attention to feed back from customers, and then changing things to help make his brand more comfortable amongst the second genders. He was one of few that tackled clothing lines for all second genders. Minho's job however was to keep the company running, he looks care of financial managing and such. I kinda tuned out the rest seeing as it was a lot of math-y sounding stuff.

Finally Changbin and Seungmin were also Ceo's. Changbin was the CEO of a Security Company that also dabbled in a worldwide gym franchise. Seungmin was the assistant CEO under him. They had split the job, Changbin took care of the gym franchise and helped out from time to time when asked by seungmin. Seungmin took care of the Security company, he only asked for help when jobs came in too often to keep up with. They offered security to anyone in the public, however when huge celebrity events went on they would get multiple celebrities asking for a few security workers at the sametime. That's when Changbin would come help out with getting the logistics taken care of.

I currently had snatched a t-shirt from Minho. Now I was sneaking into Hyunjins room, opening his drawer I found a pair of tall socks. Snatching those I snuck back out to put them on. Going into Jisungs room, I stole a pair of boxers without being detected. From Seungmin, I successfully snatched a pair of shorts. Finally had grabbed a jacket from Changbin. Last but not least, I needed something from Chan.

Slowly opening the door, I saw Chan on his side playing on his phone. I giggled internally as he hadn't noticed my scent or heard me yet. I crept over slowly, till I was next to the bed. Seconds later I was jumping onto the bed, specifically onto Chan. He huffed as I landed on him. I giggled as he smiled down at me. "Hey there princess. Good morning." I smiled back up at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Good Morning Channie." Then I tumbled off of him and began to look around for what I came in here for.

Chan sits up and watches me for a bit. "What are you looking for princess?" Seconds later I had found it. I picked up and smelled this blanket. It was just a plain grey blanket, I had seen Chan use it often and new it would be perfect to use today. "Just this Channie, need to make sure I can still smell my pack while they aren't around."

Chan cooed at me, he got up and walked over to pick me up. "such a good 'mega for us. We will make sure to come back as quickly as we can. Then how about we fall asleep to a movie of your choice down in the pack room?" I nodded. "Sounds great Channie!"

Together we walked back down to the kitchen where the rest of the pack waiting for us. I saw everyone begin to smile, slowly they realized I had stolen a few clothing items and was currently wearing them. "I wondered why I could smell a faint scent of vanilla when I woke up." Jisung said as he tickled my sides when I passed him. I giggled and tried my best to escape his grasp.

Once I did, I sat down in my personal seat, quickly eating up my breakfast. I had forgotten a gift for them upstairs. The other day, Seungmin had gifted me some art and crafts supplies. Amongst the supplies was some elastic string and beads. Yesterday I spent most of it making my boys bracelets. I heard the boys call after me when I ran upstairs, but I only had one thing on my mind.

I threw open my arts and crafts drawer, grabbing the box I had put them in. I opened it to make sure they were all still there, once I had confirmed it, I then ran back down stairs.

There stood all the boys waiting for me, 6 of them ready to leave. "You weren't gonna let us leave without hugs and kisses goodbye right?" I smiled. "Nope, but I had to go get my surprise!" The boys all gave me curious or astonished looks. So I walked up to Chan first, pulling out a grey bead bracelet, each bracelet had a red heart bead surrounded by the color I saw them in the most often. So Chan got a grey with glittery black bead bracelet. Next was Hyunjin, his bracelet was orange beads, some were plain beads and some looked more like carved gemstone.

Next to hyunjin stood changbin, I gave him a pink beaded bracelet, his was mainly plain pink beads as they were the only pink beads I had. I gave Seungmin a white sparkly bead bracelet. Minho's bracelet was a dark green color, mostly gem shaped beads. Next I gave Jisung a blue bracelet, his was different as I had many different style beads in a similar blue shade. Finally, Felix got a Yellow bracelet with little sun shaped beads and Jeongin got a brown sparkly bracelet.

"Everyone has a different but similar bracelet, the heart bead is to remind you that I-" I blushed and looked away. "What is it sweetie?" Felix placed his hand on my shoulder. I mumbled in responding, however no one seemed to hear me as Felix placed his hand on my cheek making me look at him. "You're gonna need to speak up sweet thing." So my immediate response was to speak very quickly hoping they wouldn't react too much to my words. "The heart is to remind you that I love you, especially when you are stressed out at work. I spent a lot of time choosing the colors and beads for you bracelet, I wanted the bracelets to match how I see you. The color is the color I match to you the most. So yeah." I could feel my face heat up even more, I probably looked like a bright red tomato now as they stood there in silence. Glancing at their faces, all I saw was looks of awe and shock.

This gave me a rush of anxiety as I blabbered out again. "I-I'm sorry if you weren't ready to say that then I won't say-" I was cut off by lips on mine. Hyunjin had launched himself over and crashed his lips against mine before pulling back. "No no no, Honey, we were just in shock that you were so comfortable to tell us you loved us so soon. We love you just as much if not more, we are so happy to be able to tell you that now and show you we love you in so many more ways." Staring into his eyes, I could tell that there was nothing but honesty in his words. I glanced at the other pack mates, who all gave me smiles and nods in agreement with Hyunjins words.

I hugged Hyunjin tight. "Okay, then I really love you guys and I can't wait for you all to come back home. I hope we can have a movie and cuddle night together." Pulling back from hyunjin, I ran around to give everyone else a hug as I continued. "So go to work and earn as much as you can so we can keep living happily together!" I then stood by the door. This action earned another set of confused glances from my mates. I smiled and they slowly began to get ready to leave. The first one to stand infant of the open door was Seungmin. I grabbed his hand and asked him to bend down. As soon as he did I gave him a quick peck on the lips, "I love you, see you soon Seungie!" He smiled and walked out the door after returning with a similar I love you in return.

I went through a similar action with every mate that walked past me to head to work. Each one gave me a smile and 'I love you too' before they left.

Once the door shut, I turned around to see Jeongin and Felix smiling at me. "Shall we spend the day cuddling together little one?" Felix asked while Jeongin opened his arms to me. I Nodded running into Jeogin's arms.

Masterlist

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/12/2024) Episode: Luigi's Big Idea

One evening shortly following “the mouse incident” Luigi and Noemi were working together at the dining table while Skye tried some banana slices.

When his wife’s smile as she told him about the mayor of Strangerville’s praise for their latest side job turned wistful and she sighed unhappily, Luigi paused his own modding work. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Why is programming so fun but trying to identify new talent so difficult!?” she lamented “I’ve done everything I can think of to raise my charisma skill and yet I still have such a hard time in client meetings! My meds make me feel awful and barely seem to help. I need a win.”

“Right now,” he replied, “so do I. Everyone is still dragging my name through the mud after the last game, and honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can keep playing at this level. I’ve been going at it daily since I can remember, and my body is starting to get tired of it.”

He massaged his right wrist gently, wincing: “You know that’s the reason I had to use my own mouse that night.”

Noemi rolled her eyes at how her fiancée had unwittingly turned the conversation back to himself, as usual. “Well,” she finally said “you know you have my support whatever you decide to do. In the meantime, if you have any bright ideas for “the next big thing” in tech, let me know.”

Luigi knew she’d been joking, but as he glanced back down at his computer, which still displayed his latest, half finished, Sims Forever mod update, he realized he might have something to offer her. “Actually” he said, “there IS a project I’ve always thought it would be fun to develop someday”.

Now he had her interest. “What is it? I may suck at charming prospective clients and investors, but I definitely know an actionable tech idea when I hear one. Just don’t get mad at me if I have to shoot it down. If I can’t be brutally honest with my own spouse in my own house, when can I be?”

“When aren’t you!?” he said with a laugh “its one of the things I’ve always loved about you. Let’s get Skye to bed and I’ll tell you all about it”.

A few minutes later Noemi joined Luigi on the couch after the, as always, fussy Skye finally drifted off. “That mobile you installed is a lifesaver!”

Luigi, who’d been icing his hand, sat the spent pack down on the coffee table and turned to face his fiancée “You’re welcome” he grinned “Now, about that big idea I had. Sims Forever is a unique game. There’s nothing else quite like it on the market. I’ve loved it my whole life, but I also started modding because I wanted to enrich the storytelling aspect and fix some of the many bugs.”

He continued “What the game needs is competition. I’d love to develop my own life simulation game. Incorporate the good, eliminate the bad, and add gameplay that only exists in Sims Forever with mods. Do you think your bosses would be interested in something like that?”

Luigi saw the answer to his question in Noemi’s eyes, which were sparkling with delight “You know more about that specific genre than I do, but I think any game as popular as Sims Forever could use a little competition. It would certainly be a big undertaking, though! Even with me assisting you on the programming, we’d definitely need to recruit more talent.”

She continued “Having your name attached to the project will help garner interest. You were known in the Sims Forever modding community even before you became well known as a pro gamer. This seems like exactly the kind of thing I could bring to my bosses, if you’re serious about this and willing to write up a solid business proposal.”

Ever since they’d started talking Luigi had felt his excitement growing. “Honestly until tonight I didn’t realize how serious I was, but yes, I want to do this. I’ll have that business proposal on your desk soon boss”.

Noemi smiled wickedly as she stood up. “It sounds like you’re a very good boy who deserves a reward for all his hard work… don’t you think?”

Luigi obediently followed his wife to the bedroom, grinning broadly when she pulled their “costume trunk” out of the closet. They got into character and Noemi beckoned him close “You ready to party?” he nodded furiously replying “Absolutely. I’m all yours.”

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[hayanwulf]

WIP updates - IronStrange week

Heyyy mortals, sorry for the recent radio silence on here. I've been busy with real life, while also trying to push through my writers block to get stuff done for ironstrange week.

I will be answering all of those prompts waiting in my ask box, just.. not yet. I need to dedicate myself to IS week for now, if I want to get them done in time. But rest assured, I have not forgotten about all of you who've been sending me prompts in ask! I will get around to each one of you!

Coming back to the IS week, I have something planned for every day, though how much I'll be able to manage by the deadline is yet to be seen. I will, however, try my best to post all of them in their respective days.

Here's a sneak peek to some almost-completed works for IronStrange week!

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Day 1 - Good/Evil

“No one invited me to the party? That’s rude.”

The zealots holding Stephen in place as well as their little puppet master — the guy in ugly green robes with a staff — all whipped their head around to Tony hovering in the air, and stared at him with varying degrees of gobsmacked expressions.

He smirked inside his helmet. He knew what they were thinking; how did Iron Man get inside the Mirror Dimension?

Short answer, magic does follow science. Long answer, you-have-kidnapped-my-wizard-and-now-you’ll-pay-for-it.

Of course, the second part was something no one would ever know. Iron Man was a villain, the greatest threat to Earth, the one who destroyed things and killed high-profile people, wielding more than enough firepower for world domination if he wanted. Stephen Strange, on the other hand, was Sorcerer Supreme, Earth’s greatest defender against mystical threats, a doctor. He was a preserver of life.

They had completely opposing worldviews.

By all accounts, they were rivals. Adversaries.

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Day 3 - Love/Hatred

The aged eucalyptus tree still bore the carving on its bark, as concise as the day it had been created. The shape of a strange eye, decorated with four curved lines inside it. Like a rune that, perhaps, meant something in the world of the witches.

Stephen’s home was so close.

Tony swallowed around the tightness of his throat, starting a trek towards the path he knew would lead there.

This was possibly the worst idea ever in the history of all the worst ideas Tony has ever had. He shouldn’t be here. He didn’t even know how Stephen would react to him being here.

Too soon, he had arrived at a small clearing in the woods. A pond, next to which stood a warm, homey looking hut.

His steps halted.

This was bad. He should turn back. Maybe run after that wagon before it was completely out of his reach forever. He should go back to his town, figure something out there. He didn’t even know if Stephen would welcome him. God, what was he thinking? What if Stephen tried to hurt him—

No.. no. Stephen wouldn’t. He wasn’t that kind of a person. Tony knew he wouldn’t hurt him.

Or at least.. at least Tony liked to imagine that he wouldn’t.

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Day 4 - Dark/Light

CW: Child abuse (okay i guess there isn't any in the excerpt itself)

He tried to look down at his hands, and could just barely make out their outline.

He wrapped the arms around himself, as if hugging. The arms felt just a little warm where they clung to his chest.

He hugged himself tighter, leaned his side against the door, and cried, letting himself feel the warmth trapping under his arms. This way, at least he could pretend that he wasn’t so alone.

It had only been a few minutes, when suddenly there was a loud crashing noise from somewhere in the basement. Anthony flinched.

He was not alone.

There were flickers of iridescent green in the air fading, and then was a grunting noise followed by shuffling of more objects kept in the basement. Anthony looked around where he had just seen green in the air, desperately trying to spot who — or what — was in here with him, but it was dark, so dark. His heart raced, feeling an entirely different kind of helplessness now.

He was not alone, and at that moment, that felt more terrifying than being alone.

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Day 7 - Elegant/Grotesque

Soulmarks are the window to your soulmate’s soul, people say.

They represent a person in their rawest, truest form. As such, it is quite common for soulmarks to be an aminal, or a hybrid of many different animals, representing the person’s character at core. A lion’s bravery, a fox’s cunning, a dolphin’s intelligence, an eagle’s free spirit, and so on.

Tony’s soulmark is rather unique.

Right over his heart, sits a graceful little butterfly with large blue wings. It has pattens of gold more elegant and intricate than any embroidery he will ever see. A butterfly cannot be said to have a personality, so it doesn’t tell Tony anything about his soulmate. It does speak of beauty, though, and that Tony decides to believe.

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Stephen’s soulmark is unique, in more ways than one.

The most common places to hold soulmarks are the chest, back, and neck regions. Sometimes people may have them at their hip, around their belly button. Even rarer, they might have them on one or both of the bicep muscles, or inner thighs. There is no way to determine what makes the marks appear symmetrically on both limbs for certain people, whereas only on one limb for certain others.

Stephen’s soulmark is on his hands, both of them. Specifically, the back of his palms.

And the patterns etched there are asymmetrical.

But the most bizarre fact is that, his soulmark is comprised entirely of floral designs.

[rin-and-jade]

pt. 2, putting this as a new ask just in case my situation is helpful to others

1. Yes, I do feel less blurry when in a group. I base my entire perception of reality on what outside people are doing. Otherwise, I'd just float inside my own head forever (this is me realizing this as I type it lol)

2. When we're alone, we're very in tune with ourselves, to the point that we forget anyone else exists. But then, we tend to spiral into endless pits of despair because our problems seem as infinite as our mind.

3. We have BPD, that might help give more context to how I process emotions. So it probably affects how much I rely on my partners for emotional regulation. I've been working on it though.

4. You're definitely right, I lived in a house with two very dysregulated parents who used their kids as catalysts for their self-worth. When our dad was angry, the whole house was scared of him, and I was my mom's only friend cause she's autistic and struggles to make friends.

I see!

Then it should be a good start to assess any uncomfortable feelings you might have, assuming that you experience despair as said before, especially when it happens while being alone.

I said this because its explainable by how talking to other people temporarily diverts attention from your inner turmoil that caused you to create mental instability (regarding to fronts),, and a whole heck of dissociating when there is nothing or no one to pivot the focus away from your own awareness.

The number one hardest challenge about it is to survive the sheer amount of anguish you have bared for years that are running through your mind each second you're on your own with your thoughts--though not impossible to win and overcome this!

Here's your first plan as the solution, for now:

Understand that directing your attention to other people would only halt your negative thoughts temporarily, but it'll never go away until it's tended to. Think of this like solving your anxiety by having a glass of alcohol,, you would have to constantly down them just to escape it. Not great, isn't it?

Set up activities and create a plan for things to do. It's hard to just sit it out alone while looking at the clock ticking,, so doing some art, or watching your favorite series, or cooking home meals inspiration are your best friends--well, anything you want to do actually, with one requirement that it is to help you ride those waves out instead of another numbing mechanism. Sounds fun to do them too.

This will sound corny, but DBT skills can still benefit you, don't forget to pair them with somatic techniques,, you can choose to do them while doing number two, or when you don't have any/can't engage with your planned activities/have no access to them either because you're outdoors. If you are feeling stuck on googling this part and finding the right ones to do (or the ones you like to do/try), let me know, i will help! This is where you can start processing your feelings, which would reduce the intensity and, in return, makes you feel more stable in the long run.

Lastly, be consistent, then adapt, and refine this coping plan as needed. I believe you can maintain and troubleshoot any future obstacles, but don't hesitate to come back next time to update or ask more insights on what to do later on.

This plan is still at their baby stages of your healing era, it is curated to ease your overwhelmed mind that has been bombarded by a lot of unresolved trauma that resurfaces everytime you're alone. Please don't forget to slowly process your feelings and confide with a close friend (or DM me if you need to, i don't mind chatting with ya or other people who comes to me for advices) in order to heal better and faster.

I wish you good luck!

- c