#like i really truly saw nothing else but that and a couple other sentences and i feel so fucking bad 😭😭

[nobodybetterlookatme]

you’re valid

Thank you but the general concensus from the girlies has been no I'm not LMAO I just have zero reading comprehension and was dramatic for no reason, so I'm just gonna go ahead and delete that other post now bc I overreacted over literally nothing ahdkakskal

[muxshwriting]

alone together

Seth Clearwater x reader

summary: your boyfriend doesn't realise his own strength. it doesn't usually bother you until you realise that he's leaving something more permanent with his hugs || warnings: bruises, being loved to death, mentions of insecurity (like one sentence), characters aged up to like 18ish || word count: 921 || masterlist

The moment Seth imprinted on you, he knew the rest of his life would be perfect. He'd heard from the others how amazing it felt to find your imprint but no one truly prepared him for when he first saw you. You'd been friends before he shifted but when he saw you again months after that, when he truly saw you, it was like nothing else in the world.

You spent almost every evening at the Clearwater's, your own parents understanding how much Seth meant to you. He quickly became your everything, your day was never good unless you saw him. And your day was never perfect until you were wrapped up in one of his hugs.

"Better?" His arms wrapped around you until they were pressing into your skin. Sometimes you needed to feel like your body wasn't yours, that you and him were one and the same so that his perfectness might rub off on you.

You hum in response, burrowing further into his neck and relishing in his warmth. The pair of you are sitting on the sofa at his house, simply taking time to be with each together without needing to do anything else. "Just a rough day."

His touch sooths you as his comforting weight around your midsection deepens and calms the feeling crawling through your chest. "You wanna talk about it?" His voice is muffled against you but the concern in it has your heart melting.

"No. It's getting better."

"Happy to help."

Almost a week later you're helping Leah bake some cookies for the pack at her house. Seth's out on patrol with a few of the other boys. You lean against the counter before going back to upright with a hiss of pain.

"You okay?"

Your eyes widen as you turn to Leah. "Yeah. It's fine."

"It doesn't sound fine."

"It's just a bruise."

Leah seems to relax that it's not serious. "Oh. How did you bruise your side? Fell off the bike or what?"

You laugh at her suggestion but don't answer the question.

"How'd you do it?"

"Um... It's from Seth."

"From my brother Seth? Your imprint? My little brother Seth?" Leah's face turned cold as her mind ran to the worst possibility.

"Not on purpose!" You're trying to reassure her but it only makes her more suspicious. "I had a rough day at work and stuff ad I just needed him to hold me. But with his wolf strength I guess he hugs a little too tight. I didn't even notice until a couple days ago."

Leah ran her hands through her hair, pulling at it slightly as she processed what she heard. "Does he know?"

"I don't want him to worry. Or not hug me because of it."

"Show me."

Slowly, you pull up the hem of your shirt, revealing the bruised and inflamed skin of your side and bottom of your ribs.

Leah has a sharp intake of breath as she sees the extent on your injury. "We might need to tell my mom about this."

You pull your shirt back down, gently wrapping your arms around you as if to shield yourself. "It's fine." You dismiss.

"It's really not." Leah argues. "Just let her check."

She's not giving in anytime soo so you concede. "Okay. But I don't think she can do anything about it. She's just gonna tell me to put a heat pack on it, which is why I have Seth."

Seth, at that very moment, comes back from patrol and waltzes in. "What do you have me for?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist. It takes everything in you to not hiss as he rests his hand on the bruise as Leah raises an eyebrow at you.

"Don't worry about it." You kiss him back, letting you senses be surrounded by him for a moment before Leah clears her throat.

"It's not nothing. Tell him."

Seth, ever oblivious, asks "Tell me what?"

You sigh, reaching for the hem of your shirt but not lifting it yet. "You know how I had a rough day last week?"

"Yeah..."

"And you hugged me really tight cos I asked you to?"

"Yeah."

"It kinda left a bruise. But it's fine! Leah's making it out to be a much bigger deal than it is and all I need is my personal hot water bottle and it'll be healed in no time." You lift the hem of your shirt to show him and Seth immediately starts fussing.

"Babe, this is a big bruise."

"It doesn't hurt that bad." Just at that moment Seth rests his hand on top and you can't stop the groan you let out. "...Only when I touch it."

"I want my mom to look at it."

"That's what I said!" Leah cried.

The two siblings started talking over one another about the best thing to do, whether they should go right now, whether you should even move or if it's best for you to go to bed. Their voices grew louder than just talking and you felt yourself shrinking back from them.

"I'm sorry."

Seth's mood immediately charges as he cups your face. "You don't need to be sorry for anything, okay? I'm sorry I did this to you."

"I don't want you to be sorry."

"Why don't we just go upstairs and cuddle, yeah? More gently this time."

You nod in response.

"Mom can have a look later. Let's just do nothing."

"Do nothing together?"

"Of course."

[ermdotorg]

some newtmas moments from the first book i cant stop thinking about:

Thomas looked over at Newt, hoping for help. Everything inside him churned and hurt; the tears that had yet to come burned his eyes.

Newt nodded. “Greenie, you get him, right?” He nodded again.

Thomas fumed, wanted to punch somebody. But he simply said, “Yeah.”

...

Newt stood just a couple of feet in front of the thick curtain of ivy on the wall. “When you bloody need to know, you’ll know, Greenie.”

“Well, it’s kind of stupid to send me to a place where nothing makes sense and not answer my questions.” Thomas paused, surprised at himself. “Shank,” he added, throwing all the sarcasm he could into the syllable.

Newt broke out in a laugh, but quickly cut it off. “I like you, Greenie. Now shut it and let me show ya somethin’.”

...

“Tommy, are you even listening to me?”

Thomas snapped out of his daze and focused on Newt, who’d been talking for who knew how long; Thomas hadn’t heard a word of it. “Yeah, sorry. Couldn’t sleep last night.”

Newt attempted a pathetic smile. “Can’t blame ya there. Went through the buggin’ ringer, you did. Probably think I’m a slinthead shank for gettin’ you ready to work your butt off today after an episode the likes of that.”

Thomas shrugged. “Work’s probably the best thing I could do. Anything to get my mind off it.”

Newt nodded, and his smile became more genuine. “You’re as smart as you look, Tommy. That’s one of the reasons we run this place all nice and busylike. You get lazy, you get sad. Start givin’ up. Plain and simple.”

...

It didn’t last a minute.

Someone tapped his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see Newt staring down at him. What now? he thought.

“Get up, ya lug.”

“Yeah, good morning to you, too. What time is it?”

“Seven o’clock, Greenie,” Newt said with a mocking smile. “Figured I’d let ya sleep in after such a rough couple days.”

...

Thomas didn’t say anything to that, hoping that somehow he could go through the entire day without talking about Ben and the Banishment. The subject only made him sick and guilty, so he moved on to something else. “So why’d you come wake me up?”

“What, don’t like seein’ my face first thing on the wake-up?”

“Not especially. So—” But before he could finish his sentence the rumble of the walls opening for the day cut him off. He looked toward the East Door, almost expecting to see Ben standing there on the other side. Instead, he saw Minho stretching. Then Thomas watched as he walked over and picked something up.

...

Newt gave him a suspicious look. “Best of the best, those guys. Have to be. Everything depends on them.” He picked up a loose rock and tossed it, watching it absently as it bounced to a stop.

“Why aren’t you one?”

...

“For all you guys know, I could be really good at it. It’s a waste of time to make me wait.”

Newt stood to join Thomas and jabbed a finger in his face. “You listen to me, Greenie. You listenin’ all nice and pretty?”

Thomas surprisingly didn’t feel that intimidated. He rolled his eyes, but then nodded.

...

The stubbornness washed out of Thomas. He knew it was time to shut up. “Yeah” was all he said.

Newt slapped him on the back. “Let’s make a deal.”

“What?” Thomas felt his hopes rise.

“You keep your mouth shut about it, and I’ll put you on the list of potential trainees as soon as you show some clout. Don’t keep your trap shut, and I’ll bloody make sure ya never see it happen. Deal?”

Thomas hated the idea of waiting, not knowing how long it might be. “That’s a sucky deal.”

Newt raised his eyebrows.

Thomas finally nodded. “Deal.”

...

Newt was terrified of the Maze.

Whatever had happened to him out there—maybe even related to his lingering ankle injury—had been truly awful.

Thomas tried not to think about it as he put his focus back on yanking weeds.

...

“But why?” Thomas persisted, in disbelief at Newt’s stubbornness. “Won’t the Grievers get them if they stay out there? Shouldn’t we do something?”

Newt turned on him, his face flushed red, his eyes flamed with fury.

“Shut your hole, Greenie!” he yelled. “Not a bloody week you’ve been here! You think I wouldn’t risk my life in a second to save those lugs?”

“No … I … Sorry. I didn’t mean …” Thomas didn’t know what to say—he was just trying to help.

Newt’s face softened. “You don’t get it yet, Tommy. Going out there at night is beggin’ for death. We’d just be throwin’ more lives away. If those shanks don’t make it back …” He paused, seeming hesitant to say what everyone was thinking. “Both of ’em swore an oath, just like I did. Like we all did. You, too, when you go to your first Gathering and get chosen by a Keeper. Never go out at night. No matter what. Never.”

Thomas looked over at Chuck, who seemed as pale-faced as Newt.

“Newt won’t say it,” the boy said, “so I will. If they’re not back, it means they’re dead. Minho’s too smart to get lost. Impossible. They’re dead.”

Newt said nothing, and Chuck turned and walked back toward the Homestead, his head hanging low. Dead? Thomas thought. The situation had become so grave he didn’t know how to react, felt a pit of emptiness in his heart.

“The shank’s right,” Newt said solemnly. “That’s why we can’t go out. We can’t afford to make things bloody worse than they already are.”

He put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder, then let it slump to his side. Tears moistened Newt’s eyes, and Thomas was sure that even within the dark chamber of memories that were locked away, out of his reach, he’d never seen someone look so sad. The growing darkness of twilight was a perfect fit for how grim things felt to Thomas.

...

and that one time they passionately made out, of course :p

[elena-reina]

Say Something - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hellooooooo! I miss your imagines so much but do take your time of course! Could I please get one where draco and a Slytherin reader are a thing but he has been ordered to kill you by voldemort because not only are you Harry's twin sister but also draco's gf/weak spot so he treats the reader terribly because he really does not want to hurt her and he thinks breaking up with her can somehow convince voldemort that you aren't worth it. can there be a lot of angst but also some fluff? -Anon

Warnings: angstyyy

Y/N/N: Your nick name

You sprinted after Draco as fast as you could, silently thanking Merlin you were able to see him before he saw you.

Draco has been ignoring and neglecting you for a while now. Every time you attempted to talk to him, he would disappear before you could even get to him. And in moments where you finally got to him, he always excused himself claiming to be "busy."

At first, you thought it was a fluke. You went from constantly being around each other to almost never seeing each other.

Sure, Draco and you would fall into sour moods and avoid each other over stupid reasons. Almost every couple does at some point, but you would eventually talk about it. And there was always a catalyst, but this time it was different. Draco never acted like this before, and if something was truly bothering him, he would’ve told you by now.

You tried to distract yourself and focus your mind on anything else other than him. If he wanted to talk to you then he needs to be the one to make the first move since he was the one who became distant in the first place. You would constantly remind yourself of this but it was no use.

The thoughts plaguing your mind only worsened as you went about your days because all you could focus on was him. You couldn't help but think if something happened between the two of you and you were just too oblivious to see it?

Being Harry Potter's twin sister brought a lot of baggage due to the feud between the two of them, but Draco ultimately had nothing against you. And he always made sure of that from the moment the two of you started dating.

"This has been absolutely ridiculous! Will you talk to me!" you shouted, grabbing onto his Slytherin robes and yanking him around, frustrated with playing this game of cat and mouse.

Draco stopped momentarily, irritated. A grimace was plastered on his face as he remained silent.

"For the past few months I’ve been worrying over you constantly!" you shouted, jamming your finger angrily into his chest with each sentence, "I have no idea what I’ve done to you and all you have been doing is ignoring me! For Merlin's sake, we're supposed to love each other and this is how you treat me!?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away.

"If you wanted to break up, why don't you just man up and say so instead of acting immature and avoiding me! I thought you were better than that!" you yelled, tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes. You wiped them away, scowling at him, and closed your eyes quickly composing yourself.

Draco's jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted tight in anger. His lack of response was pissing you off more and more as each second passed.

"Your silence is speaking loudly for yourself, is that what you want?!" you stomped your foot, "SAY SOMETHING!"

What happened next surprised you. Knowing how Draco tends to act in your past arguments, he would explode just as much as you. But he didn't this time. Instead, he scoffed and took a step back, creating even more distance between the two of you.

"I don't love you and I have never loved you. Thought you would've taken the hint by now, but you're just as stupid as your brother," he spat lowly, making you flinch, "Just leave me alone and never speak to me again, Y/N."

Your mouth hung agape as your named rolled off his lips, taking a step back this time.

The halls were quiet, which otherwise would've been considered peaceful if it weren't for this given moment.

You looked at him with deep hope to hear him say he was wrong. To hear him say that he didn't mean it, and this was all some cruel prank. That none of this is happening. But he didn’t.

With as much strength as you could muster without breaking down, you spoke.

"I see."

You turned on your heel, finally allowing the tears to flow down your face, and left a very heart-broken Draco alone in the hallway.

You didn't know where your feet were carrying you too, you just knew that you needed to be anywhere else but here. Maybe you'll grab your broom, and soar off to Merlin knows where. Maybe you'll grab some Floo powder and allow it to take you somewhere random. Hell, even just wandering different grounds out of Hogwarts seemed like a good plan.

You continued walking through the castle, deep in your own thoughts until you heard familiar distant voices. Walking down the curved staircase, the voices grew louder and you faced the back of your brother and Hermione deep in discussion.

They hadn't noticed your presence just yet as they continued their conversation.

"I keep having these dreams, Hermione, and I'm telling you that it's all somehow connected. I can't quiet explain it right now but... I hear him more and more each day."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as they gazed through an opened window, facing out towards the ocean in Hogwarts.

"I believe you, trust me. We've just somehow got to," she paused, "Y/N? Are you alright?"

Hermione saw you out of the corner of her eye when she began speaking to Harry.

Harry's head snapped at the mention of your name, and he whipped around. The smile he had on his face quickly faded when he took in your appearance. With no questions asked, he rushed forward and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around him just as tight, letting out a sob into his shoulder. Hermione also rushed forward, hugging you, brushing your hair down with her hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, lovingly, "What's happened?"

You shook your head. "You're not going to care," you cried.

You really didn't feel like being lectured by Harry and getting the 'I-told-you-so' speech. Harry always hated Draco since day one, and somehow the satisfaction of him rubbing it in your face wasn't gong to make you feel any better. You just needed the love and comfort of your brother and friends.

"Nonsense, Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong. Please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said with a worried expression. You knew he wouldn’t stop asking if you didn’t give him an answer.

You sniffled, staring blankly ahead in his embrace.

"Draco and I broke up."

Harry tensed against you. His hatred for Draco ran deep, and as much as he hated seeing the two of you together, he now hated him even more for breaking your heart.

"That pathetic, foul little git," Hermione cursed, "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

"Let's take a trip to Hogsmeade and get some butter beer, yea?" Harry suggested, pulling you out of the embrace and staring into your eyes. He wasn't going to make you talk about it unless you wanted to and you appreciated it. You nodded, and linked hands with him.

~*~

Almost another month and a half had passed and each day felt like a drag. However, you must admit you don't feel as hollow now as much as you did a month ago.

Harry made you feel a lot better, and constantly tried to keep your mind off things. You began spending even more time with him than you did before. Not to say you wouldn't hang out with your own twin, but it was different when you were dating Draco. And actually, you had been more busy with going on Harry's missions with Voldemort than you thought you would've been, some more dangerous than others.

Which, of course, was not in Harry's plan to distract you but that's just what was going on at the moment.

Some days were harder than others, and a part of you still feels like you needed answers or some sort of closure, but another part of you is trying its best to move on.

Since your break up, you unironically hadn't seen Draco as much as you used to when you were actively hunting him down. And when you did, it was only quick glimpses of him turning around a corner or exiting from somewhere.

Did you actually believe that Draco no longer loves you? No. You don't just wake up one day and decide you no longer lover someone. You knew something had to have happened and the more you came to terms with it, the more you just wanted to understand.

It wasn't until one night, you accidentally spent a longer time in the Slytherin Common Room than you had anticipated to. You were sitting on the couch facing the fireplace studying for an upcoming test when you heard shuffling.

Draco silently closed his dorm room door, and made his way down the stairs. Fixing the creases in his suit, he headed to exit the Slytherin Common Room.

You silently closed your book and turned around.

I shouldn't say anything. Just let him leave and go to bed - you thought to yourself.

However your lips worked faster than your brain and before you knew it, you spoke.

As he passed the main room and was about to exit, a voice he's been longing to hear snapped him out of the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

"Draco?"

He stopped on his heels, his back towards you, freezing. He was not expecting you to be up at this ungodly hour at night, let alone even in the Slytherin Common Room. You should've been in your dorm, asleep. He didn't dare turn around, instead he kept eyes glued forward. Before he could take a step, you placed your book on the couch and made your way to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder.

You felt him tense up.

Sliding your hand down his arm, and to his hand, you attempted to entwine your fingers. Draco gave no reaction to this, and remained limp.

Staring at the back of his perfectly kept blonde hair, you could see his jaw tensing. He wanted to say something, but kept holding himself back.

"I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me... but I would really like some ans..answers," your voice cracked- you hadn't meant for it.

You took another deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I promise to leave you alone but can I just know if I had done something that made you treat me like this?"

You were over it. You were over being angry and upset. You wanted answers, and as each day went by you grew more and more desperate.

You were at your breaking point, actually you were past it.

His hand twitched. He wanted to pull his hand out of your grasp, tell you to go away, and walk out this door.

But he couldn't. These months were just as hard on him as it was for you.

This time, you stepped around him, facing him face to face. His lips were turned upside down into a frown, but not the angry kind. He looked depressed; completely and utterly miserable. He refused to look you in the eyes.

He knew he was going to break any moment.

Reaching up, you hesitantly cupped his cheeks with both of your shaky hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, getting a good look at his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, dull, and sunken in, with heavy bags underneath them. His skin was pale, more so than usual, making him look sickly. He looks like he hadn't ate in days and his face was so cold and skinnier than how you remember him.

He closed his eyes, fighting the battle in his mind. You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in for what felt like a long time.

"What did I do to make you fall out of love so suddenly?" you whispered, each delicate word became more quiet than the last.

You would've expected him to snap at you or push you away by now, but him not doing so tacitly confirmed that you knew something was wrong.

Instead, his eyes began to water. You lightly rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, as it felt like he lightly sank into your touch.

"I.." he began, with a shaky voice. You caught on that he was trying to stop himself from talking.

"Please," you begged, becoming as emotional as him, "Talk to me."

The silence in the room dragged on, and the tension only grew.

And then, he gave up. He lunged forward, suddenly pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you desperately, not wanting to let go. It felt like every emotion Draco kept bottled up these past months were finally being released. His cries sounded so violent, you couldn't help but cry with him, missing being in arms.

"I can't," he cried into your hair.

"You can't talk to me?"

He squeezed you tightly, sniffling.

"I can't kill you. I won't."

You froze, your heart dropping.

"W-What?"

"He-He wants me to kill you," he sobbed, wetting your Y/H/C hair with tears, "But I won't!"

This time you lightly nudged him off of you, taking a small step back. You stood there, staring at him confused. Beyond confused, actually.

You inhaled sharply, lips twitching, trying to remain calm.

"What are you talking about? He? Voldemort?"

He silently nodded his head.

You're not sure what to say. You cannot say you're shocked Voldemort wants you dead. Hell, if he wants Harry then of course he's going to want you too. But what's confusing you is if this was the case, why wouldn't Draco have told you in the first place? Unless he actually planned to do it, but stopped himself?

As Draco attempted to get closer, you snapped out of your thoughts and took a step back.

"You're scared of me." he says quietly.

It might be true. You can't really tell.

Softly, he calls your name in an attempt to get you to look at him. "Look at me, please."

Your gaze locks onto his. He's unable to read your face. He looks around the open space of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

You scoff, gaining back some of your confidence, "I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell me right here."

"Y/N, I would never put you in harms way, trust me-"

"-trust you!? Now, you want me to trust you after all these months!?"

This time, he exploded. Not out of anger, but out of frustration.

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

His voice echoed off of the walls, you wouldn't be shocked if others might've been woken up.

"I have been trying to keep you safe this entire time," he choked, lowering his voice, "please."

This time you shut up, and bowed your head. He took that cue to begin walking.

The corridors exuded a serene aura when they weren't congested with student groups attempting to navigate their way around Hogwarts. Your footsteps on the chilly stone were the only sounds audible as you kept up with Draco.

The faint candles positioned on the walls provided only partial guidance in the extensive corridors. You trailed the corridors until you came to the top of the astronomy tower's stairway.

You followed him inside as he opened the hefty wooden door. Following him to the railing, he leaned over it facing the outside. You followed suit, alongside him keeping just a little distance between the two of you.

"I don't know how, but he found out we were dating," Draco began, keeping his gaze straight ahead, as the wind gently blew through his hair, "As you know, Voldemort wants your brother dead. He thought the best way to get to Harry was to get to you since you're his only family. He wanted to kidnap and use you to trap your brother."

He paused. His mouth was slightly ajar, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"After finding out about us, he confronted me about 'hiding' you from him. So, rather than kidnapping you, he intended to kill you. But to punish me, he ordered me to be the one to do so."

The wind howled, blowing the trees, having the branches sway harshly, leaves flying all throughout the wind. Your heart began to pound as a fit of shivers shot through you, causing you to pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

"Never once was I ever going to go through with his plan. I thought trying to prove to him that I wasn't involved with you would've somehow made him change his mind. That if I could prove to him you meant nothing to me and your death wasn't worth it, but he didn't believe me. He could see right through me and threatened to kill me if I didn't kill you."

You anxiously bit your lip, this time turning to face him.

"To convince him, I had to convince myself I wasn't in love with you. I had to shut you out. I needed to convince myself that I didn't need you.. but I'll always need you. As long as you were around me, your safety was becoming constantly going to be in peril. I couldn't keep up with my plan if I was still around you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He let out a breath, that almost sounded like a scoff. "How could I? I thought it would've been easiest to make you hate me."

You don't respond. The words you wanted to say, abruptly got lost inside you, scrambling around as you stare at him in the quietness resting between the two of you.

"As much as I tried, Draco, I could never hate you," you frowned.

This time, Draco turned his head and finally locked eyes with you with what felt like in forever. His watery eyes softened.

Draco stepped closer to you, and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. This is the closest you've felt to Draco in a while.

"You should," he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him. For a few moments, he just holds you. You're not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

Without a second thought, you feel yourself leaning forward. He closes his eyes, fighting the pain in his mind. Your eyes flutter closed, the both of your lips so close to each other that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his lips without actually touching them.

“I love you.” You whisper, ever so slightly against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally press your lips together. After months of being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. He had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day.

The kiss was desperate, as though he felt like he would lose you if he let go; a combination of fear, relief, and love seeping into the physical gesture. Draco moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.  You deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and balling it in your fists.

His hands slid down from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer as you raised your hands to his smooth platinum hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, lightly tugging.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing away the stray tears from his cheeks. You gave him a sad smile and kept one of your hands on his cheek.

"Next time, please, just talk to me. I would've been more understanding."

He nodded his head, turning his face slightly to press a kiss in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just afraid of-"

You shushed him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, I understand now. Moving forward, we need to work together through thick and thin, Draco. I knew being together wasn't going to be easy."

A small smile finally crept up on onto his lips, a smile you've been longing to see.

"I'll go through it all with you, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered, pulling him in once more for a long deserved kiss.

[clovermarigold]

Some fun little intro interactions

Based on my series Smoke & Ice

heads up, some have more lines than others

Liu Kang

Liu Kang: I am truly sorry for your loss

Calla: And yet you did nothing to prevent it

~~~

Liu Kang: I had nothing to do with the megáli fotiá

Calla (sarcastic): The God of Fire played no role in the burning of the old grove?

~~~

(After act 1)

Calla: Did you have to choose Johnny?

Liu Kang: His flaws aren't without their strengths. But yes, I understand your pain

~~~

Smoke: Wait, did you plan this?

Liu Kang: I merely set the return of the Hamadryad into motion. Your coupling was entirely of your own will

Bi han

Raiden: It is not shameful to admit that--

Bi han: Do not finish that sentence

~~~

Kuai Liang: Johnny tells me you have taken interest with the Matron

Bi han: That man is a fool

~~~

Bi han: Your treatment of your subjects is far too lenient

Calla: I will discipline Miche as I see fit

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Calla (Laughing): You have no idea how to handle children do you?

Bi han: Is my harassment amusing to you?!

~~~

(After the betrayal)

Calla: You and your Lin Kuei are no longer welcome here, Bi han

Bi han: you once said the same thing when we first met

~~~

Calla: Return Miche to me!

Bi han: Not until the Hamadryad submit to the Lin Kuei

Johnny Cage

Johhny: Twenty bucks Calla gets with Bi han

Kenshi: Are you seriously suggesting we gamble on their relationship?

~~~

Kenshi: Thirty dollars she prefers Tomas

Johhny: A man after my own heart

~~~

Calla: What's this I hear about you betting on my love life

Johnny: Don't get mad! But I lost ten dollars

~~~

Kung Lao: You've really pissed off Kenshi this time

Johnny: He's into me and he knows it

~~~

Kenshi: Bet you're really missing your mansion now

Johnny: You kidding? I'd kill for a hot bath and a real bed

Smoke

Calla: Miche has taken quite the liking to you

Smoke: He is quite talented. With training he will make a fine Hamadryad

~~~

Johnny: You know we all saw you eying up Calla at the Banquet

Smoke: I wasn't too obvious, was I?

~~~

Calla: How was your history lesson with Miche?

Smoke: He spent over an hour explaining Dryadian adoption culture.

~~~

Smoke: How would you feel about being an uncle?

Kuai Liang: I take it the Dryad boy has grown on you

~~~

(After the betrayal)

Calla: Bi han is the last person I will allow to stab me in the back

Smoke: Know that my loyalty to you will never falter

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang: My brothers think fondly of you

Calla: oh... um. And I them

~~~

Calla: Your Harumi is truly a remarkable woman

Kuai Liang: I could not have asked for a better partner

~~~

(After the betrayal)

Kuai Liang: How could you betray your own clan? Calla?

Bi han: I do what I must for the Lin Kuei

~~~

Calla: I want him back!

Kuai Liang: We will find him. Bi han couldn't have taken him far

~~~

Kuai Liang: I look forward to calling you sister

Calla: So forward, Kuai Liang. Did Tomas put you up to this

~~~

Kuai Liang: You have chosen a wonderful partner, brother

Smoke: I could ask for nothing else

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Three is Love

Pairing: JJ x Kie x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is sad about JJ and Kie being together. JJ and Kie set out to fix it.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of parental abandoment, poly!jiara

A/N: realized I only didn't like Jiara because I wanted them both, so i created a world I could have both

P.S- Kie is bi

******

JJ chose Kie. Kie chose JJ. It’s okay. That’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt that much, you're just being dramatic. They chose each other over you. That’s fine. They’re still your best friends. It’s fine. It’s okay. 

You monologue to yourself on your way home. Your bike would veer every once in a while due to the tears that would build in your eyes when you strayed away from telling yourself it was all okay. But nothing felt okay, and there was no one for you to talk to because they were the people you would talk to when you felt like this.  

Kie would let you explain your feelings until you were blue in the face because you’d rather hyper analyze your feelings than feel them, and JJ would threaten to kill whoever hurt you and that was all good, and you’d feel better. Now it was them who’d hurt you and you had nowhere to turn.

You understood, it wasn’t their fault, or your fault, or anyone’s fault, but that didn’t really make it hurt any less. You were starting to understand why there was a rule for no pogue on pogue macking because this was truly a mess.

To make it worse, Kie and JJ were pitying you, their eyes going all soft when they realized you were around, and sure dealing with the longing looks and the secret smiles and touches had been a lot, but all of their guilty feelings being forced down your throat as well, was killing you. You try your best to play it cool, telling them you’re fine with it, and they can be and do couple shit around you without it being a big deal, but they are your best friends so they know when you’re lying or stretching the truth. 

But if you were being very honest, seeing it upfront was better than not knowing, and that stupid ass love triangle you were in. At least now you knew you never stood a chance, now you know he was never going to choose you.

But that’s okay. It’s all okay.

*******

The crew was surprised to see you after a week of you blowing them off. Saying things like, ‘I can’t come, I'm picking up a shift.’ or ‘I’m really tired.’ or whatever excuse you could come up with to not be around them. Kie hated it, she wanted to be around you, and she wanted to talk about what happened but you were avoiding her like the plague. Now you were back and trying to act like nothing happened. And she had to admit it, you weren’t doing a bad job of playing it cool, but she was there, she saw the hurt in your eyes and she knew that didn’t go away after one week of not being around them.

“Wait you did, what?” You ask incredulously while listening to Pope’s story. . “I was gone for like a week and I missed everything.” You’d been engaged in the group all day but nothing else. You wouldn’t let yourself get locked into one on one conversations with anybody, it was driving Kie crazy. 

She just wanted to talk to you and fix this forreal. JJ knew you were off too, but he liked your method of not talking about it. He was sure if you just hung around like normal then things would go back to how they were. He knew it would take some time though, and he knew you were hurting. You would barely look at him, and you’ve said all of three sentences to him since you’d been there and usually the two of you would talk the others up a wall together.He didn't know what to do, but he did know he didn’t want you disappearing for a week again. 

“You didn’t have to be gone for a week.” Kie accused, feeling upset that you were acting like you had to not be there. “You could have been with us.” Your face heats up at the fact that she was calling you out in front of everyone, and you look away avoiding eye contact.It’s almost laughable that she cornered you like this, on a boat in the middle of the ocean, in front of everyone. Kie’s favorite way to call out behavior. 

You sipped on one of the stale beer’s John B scored, nodding your head. “True.” You say simply, and Kie hates it. She hates that you won’t argue back with her or basically even engage at all. 

“Is this how it’s gonna be now?” She asks you, and everyone else is completely silent watching it play out. “You’re just not gonna talk to me? To us?” Her voice is soft and you can hear her worry and sadness. You try your best to swallow the lump forming in your throat, avoiding looking at her or anyone else. 

“I just don’t want to argue about it.” You say softly, after a few moments of silence. 

“We could just talk about it. We don’t have to argue, I won’t argue.” It’s a plea and you’re not looking at her but you know she’s about to cry. 

“I-” You stop talking, clearing your throat, and wiping the tears that escaped. “I can’t. Not now, m’sorry.” You murmur quietly, hugging your knees to your chest.

*******

After an awkward ass boat ride home for the rest of the pogues, and you leaving immediately after getting to the chateau. Kie was in full planning mode. 

“Kie I just think we’re gonna make it worse if we go in there.” JJ says looking worried. “I’ve seen that look on her before. Remember when her dad left? She’s not mad at us,  we could fix mad. She’s hurt and I don’t want to hurt her more.” JJ says he'd been weirdly anxious since he’d seen your house, even though he’s been there a million times.

After watching the scene between you and Kie play out on the boat it didn’t feel right to only comfort Kie. You were his best friend too. None of this was the way it was supposed to be. 

“She’s our best friend!” Kiara exclaimed, frustrated with the situation. 

JJ’s quiet for a second before he starts talking, knowing there’s a big chance he could be wrong. “You keep saying that but… we’ve all been pogues for a long time.”” JJ drifts, not sure where he was going with that. “You remember when she started dating Ally, or more specifically her first date with her.”

 Kie looks at him in confusion, but nods. “Yeah what does that have to do with now though.” 

“She took forever getting ready in John B’s bathroom, and we were all outside. And she came out in that yellow dress with the flowers on it and she was all nervous.” JJ grins at the memory. “And I don’t know if you remember but you told her she looked like-”

“The sun kissed her a thousand times.” Kie cut in, suddenly remembering the day more clearly. JJ smiles while taking her hand. “Yeah that… and you were looking at her, the way that I look at her, and how I look at you.” JJ says cautiously, knowing that if he’s wrong he just blew everything up. “Then Ally got there, and she gave her a kiss on the cheek and you looked how I felt… then you left for almost a whole year while they were dating, and we didn’t see you.” JJ sucked in a breath. “And that was bad, for everybody, but especially me, and especially her.”

“What I’m trying to say is, well I don’t love either of you the way you’d love a best friend, and I don’t think you love her that way either.” JJ finished. He was expecting Kie to get mad, to argue with him or something, he knew what he said was true but he knew better than to expect her to be accepting.

Kie is silent, before she pulls away, then she's biting her nails. It's one of her worst habits and she’s been trying to get rid of it for years. “What am I supposed to do?” Kie whispered. “How are we supposed to fix that? If there’s three of us. And no right answer.” JJ’s surprised at her almost immediate acceptance. 

“I think there is a right answer for us. Nobody else will like it though.” JJ smirks, as a knowing look passes on Kie’s face. “My parents are gonna kill me.” Kie says but it doesn’t change the grin on her face, or the hug she pulls JJ into. “I love you Jayge.” 

“I love you too.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around her. 

“P4L?” She asks, holding out her hand. 

“P4L, baby! Now let’s go get our girl!” They’re laughing and letting out whoo’s as they run towards your house.

******

 Their joy is short-lived once they get to the door and realize they don’t actually know what they’re gonna say. Or if you actually want them too. 

When you open the door and see them holding hands, with smiles on their faces. It crushes you and you feel like they’re rubbing it in. 

“Hi” They say in unison, cringing immediately after. 

“Guys I don’t really wanna talk about… whatever, right now.” You say gesturing to them. “We really don’t have to talk about it ever, actually.” You tell them, only for JJ to barge past you, not a fan of being held by a door to the house he’s been in a thousand times. 

“Too bad, we’re here. We’re gonna talk ‘till we’re blue in the face and if you don’t wanna talk back you can just listen.” He says, grabbing a hold of your shoulders and gently steering his way to your room, waving when he passed your mom in the living room. 

“Hi, Mom!” He says with a grin, making your mom smile because she loved JJ and his antics. Well not the ones that put you in danger, but the ones that made you smile more and leave the house and not be so serious all the time. 

“Hey, babies.” She said passively, to both Kie and JJ. 

Kie seemed to have frozen up after just being super determined to fix this. She felt like she was in shock. She liked girls? She loved you? Since when? How many other people know if JJ of all people figured it out. How was she gonna tell her parents? Could she be in a relationship with two people at the same time? Did you even love her that way too? All these questions swarmed her head. 

“JJ, there’s really nothing to talk about-” You start once you’re in your room and your door is closed.

“I like girls, dude.” Kie says unexpectedly. When you look at her shocked by her outburst, she looks surprised to have even said it. 

“What?!” You exclaim in confusion, your face passing to JJ after realizing that they’re in a relationship, but he seemed to know this as well.

“Really smooth, bro.” JJ comments, but there’s a little smile on his face that is confusing you. 

“Kie what’s going on?” You frown, confusion etching your features.

“I like girls!” She exclaims, laughing a little. “A lot of my friendships are starting to make sense. I'm not gonna lie.” She adds. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, you lower your voice in hopes that JJ can’t hear you. “Do you wanna talk to me in private?” 

“You’re shit at whispering.” JJ tells you, making you grimace. “I told her that she likes girls.” He informs you, in a matter of fact tone.

“Right, okay. This isn’t odd at all.” You say to yourself.

“Oh I forgot, sorry we’re on a mission.” Kie said to JJ, before turning back to you. “I do like girls,” She confirms. “I love you though.” You’re confused more than anything now, and she see’s that in your face.

“And JJ loves you too. And I love him, and he loves me. I think you love him too.” She rambles, sending you into a deeper confusion. 

“Do you love me?” Your eyebrows furrow, not understanding her question. You’ve told you loved her a thousand times. 

“Of course I love you, Kie.” But she shakes her head as soon as you say it. 

“No I mean. I love you, deeply. And I feel kind of stupid for not knowing for so long...” You’re dumbfounded for about three seconds before you’re throwing your arms around her, your heart swelling with this new information.

“Of course, I fucking love you.” You repeat, a watery laugh escaping you. You feel her take a deep breath, as she seemed to find relief in your statement. 

“What about me? Do we love JJ, too?” JJ asks in the back, he’s joking but he’s nervous, he did just watch the only two women he’s ever loved get into a relationship, and he’s nervous he’ll be left out. 

You laugh, wiping away a tear, pulling back from Kie, only long enough to pull him into the hug too. “My mom is gonna kill us.” You say after JJ settles into the hug, the three of you holding onto each other tightly. 

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Chapter 25 of 21 Questions

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Now on the plane, the triplets were finally on their way back home to Boston. They were excited to spend the next week with their family as it would be their last time together until Christmas. Per usual as when they would leave people after hanging out, they had to debrief the past couple of days as there was a lot to unpack: Matt realising that his online friend Lily was a fan of him and his brothers, inviting her to their last show as to properly meet her, before spending time with her and her friends at her house. None of them could have expected this to happen when Matt told them about his friend, but they were absolutely not regretting those times spent together.

“So,” Chris started. “That was eventful.”

“Yeah, a lot to deal with but it was worth it.” Nick was glad to have experienced this as Lily was, in his opinion, very nice and fun to be with. “How are you dealing with that Matt?”

Matt had been surprisingly quiet since they had left Lily and Alex at the airport, which made his brothers worried. It wasn’t a shock that the middle triplet wasn’t talking much, but it was to a point that it’s like he wasn’t paying attention to anything else. Matt seemed to be distracted by something – or someone – and it was making him feel weird.

“She was crying”, Matt eventually replied. “But she didn’t want me to notice like– she wasn’t actually when I last saw her but I’m pretty sure she did after we left each other…”

Nick and Chris stayed silent at the revelation, not knowing what to say. They had noticed that Lily seemed to really be in tune with her emotions and to easily get attached to people based on what Alex had told them as well as the fact that Lily had been very friendly from the beginning. They felt bad for their friend as they hadn’t expected her to react like this from being separated from them – from Matt mostly.

“How do you feel about leaving her though?” Nick asked.

“I don’t know”, Matt honestly answered. “I have mixed feelings about it because I really enjoyed the past couple of days with Lily so of course I wish we could’ve spent more time together, but I feel like I shouldn’t get too dependent.”

“I get what you mean. Although you’ve been talking for a while, you both tried to get used to a friendship in real life and it’s gonna be hard to come back so quickly to long distance.”

Matt felt like Nick was reading his thoughts as he knew exactly what to say. He was glad to have him as although Matt had always been deemed the best listener by his brothers, Nick’s advice was something that was never useless. Sometimes it could be a hard truth you don’t want to hear, but it would mostly be what you needed to hear.

“We’re in the same country at least”, Chris chimed in. He wanted nothing more than to reassure his brother who was always there for him, even if it meant feeding some delusions right now. “Could've been an international fan who flew from like Europe to see us. And y’all have phones so it’s easy to keep in touch, even with the rest of their gang we’ll keep talking so we should be good. You’re not losing your girl Matt.”

“Thanks Chris,” Matt sincerely smiled at his brother’s words and tried to ignore the last sentence. “I’m honestly feeling fine about all that but I just hope that Lily isn’t dwelling on it too much, I don’t think I’m worth that much.”

“Don’t say that bro, she values you so that’s why she reacted like that.”

“Chris is right,” Nick agreed. “You both experience things differently so both of your reactions are valid. Don't feel like you have to match her simply because she's more expressive.”

“Don't know what I'd do without you two for real.” Matt truly appreciated the support given by Nick and Chris.

“We could say the same,” Chris replied with a smile as he patted Matt on his shoulder.

“Yeah, without me you'd both have to walk everywhere with shit in your underwear, I know.” Matt snickered as Chris had almost been asking for it.

“Walked right into that one Chris,” Nick sighed.

Matt felt glad to have his brothers’ opinion on the matter as he was always in need to hear their thoughts on something, due to slight insecurities. With Nick and Chris, Matt kept sharing his views on the days they’d spent with Alex and Lily – it was something they always did after leaving people as they needed to know everyone’s point of the view. Right now, they had nothing negative to say about the girls nor about their friends as the triplets had had such a great time that they were missing it already. They had been welcomed so nicely and wonderfully treated that they were almost thinking they hadn’t deserved it. They then hoped that one day, they would be able to return the favour – a day that might not be this far from now.

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Nick, Matt, and Chris had now safely landed in Boston. They were warmly welcomed by their parents, Mary Lou and Jimmy, who drove them back home. The triplets were glad to spend time with their family and friends, as they had invited Nate to spend the weekend with them when they’d tell him what he had missed since they last saw him.

The sun was setting as Nick, Matt, and Chris flopped down on the couch while Mary Lou told them to rest while she’d cook dinner. Justin, who had waited for his family at the house, asked the triplets about their weekend in Spring Hill before Mary Lou scolded them as she wanted to know as well – the conversation would therefore wait until it was time to eat and everyone would be together. For now, Nick decided that he would check how their last video – the vlog they’d filmed and posted yesterday – was doing. Since he had posted it, Nick hadn’t had time to look at it to see if everything was fine. While the blonde was thus checking the settings of the video, Matt and Chris scrolled through the comments. They shared a couple of funny ones out loud until one of them made Matt stop talking. He kept scrolling down and was surprised to see that others like that kept appearing. Having seen the same ones, Chris was the one to point them out.

“This is hilarious, people are shipping me and Lily because of literally two little minutes.”

“Wha–” Nick almost gasped as Chris showed him his phone.

Scrolling through the comments himself, Nick snickered at some of them. They were along the lines of “Lily calling Chris babe is so cute”, “if they don’t get together i swear–” and simply people wondering if they were dating. The mix of clueless people who had no idea what was going on or just fans thinking they looked good together fortunately seemed to shadow the negative comments as none of the triplets were seeing anything hurtful towards Alex or Lily.

While Nick and Chris were being thankful for the love and appreciation given by their fans on the video – everyone looked happy about this vlog introducing random friends in the triplets’ life, Matt was weirdly not sharing the same opinion. He was obviously happy that no one was insulting the girls or anything like that, but the comments about Chris and Lily were making him feel uneasy. He thought it weird that he was dwelling on such a trivial matter as they were innocent comments. It was true that Chris and Lily had looked very close at one point during the video, but people didn’t know that this was Lily’s usual attitude with all her friends. And although Matt knew that fact about his friend, he was almost feeling jealous of that. Lily was his friend first. He was the reason why his brothers met her and why they eventually filmed with her. Why was he even thinking like that? He had no reason to be this bitter about such a minor thing and tried to put that stupid thought in the back of his mind as he joined in his brothers’ discussion. This is so dumb, I have no reason to feel this petty. I’ll get over it. No need to focus on that.

Unbeknownst to Matt, his father – ever the observant one from whom the son got this personality trait – had seen him preoccupied for a short moment and wondered whether to talk to him about it. Jimmy really cared a lot about Matt as he had always felt like Matt was the triplet the most similar to him. He thought about the pros and cons, before deciding that he could wait for his son to come to him and would only reach out if he felt that Matt wasn’t doing good.

~~~

“So”, Mary Lou began as she was serving food to her family. “How was it? Tell us everything!”

“Well, we had a very good time”. Nick had decided to speak for Matt and Chris as he knew they had agreed on their thoughts earlier. “Their house was really welcoming and we also met two of their friends so that was nice.”

“I’m glad to hear that '', Mary Lou replied with a smile. She was happy that her sons were having new people in their life, people her ‘mother instinct’ was approving of. “We watched your vlog from yesterday by the way, you were at their workplace right?”

“Yes!” Chris happily answered. “The cake was sooo good like chocolate and orange, that shit was delicious.”

“Oh, I have a recipe from Lily for you.” Nick pulled out his phone to send it to his mum.

While Chris kept talking about the cake, Nick and Mary Lou were discussing the recipe as well as the ingredients needed to see if they could bake soon enough. Jimmy and Justin then asked questions about Spring Hill while Matt was simply listening to the conversations currently going on. He gave his input a couple of times, but being an observer was enough for him for now. As he then let his mind wander to Lily and how she was doing – he was almost completely forgetting about his delirious thoughts from earlier, it was as if the song There She Goes by The La’s was playing in his head. It was a song that had played on the radio in the background of Matt and Lily’s conversation during their journey from Fort Lauderdale to Spring Hill, and had brought a relaxing mood while the two friends had gone back to asking each other questions. There she goes again, racing through my brain as Lily had hummed to the melody of the sweet sentence. Matt internally laughed at himself for this thought process and then proceeded to fully get back into the dinner discussions with a smile, which his dad appreciated that his son looked to be doing better. Jimmy was glad that Matt had made a friend that seemed dear to him, and he could only hope along with Mary Lou’s excitement about this new addition in Matt’s life that this friendship would be long lasting.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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Hallooo Lana! I have a Request- Can I request Philza x Small/Short Reader and for comfort with Anxiety and Possibly Other mental health issues if not thats ok but Mostly just wanted some amazing comfort to read at night- It would make me really happy for me to read this about Phil- so if you can then THANK YOU AND LOVE YA /P!!

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everythings okay , hon !

platonic philza x gn!reader

warnings: mental health mentions, anxiety, panic attack

song recommended for reading: cigarettes out the window by tv girl

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y/ns pov

I didn't know what the fuck was going on with me that month.

I constantly felt tired and lazy, and I just wanted to stay in my bed for months at a time, even though I couldn't. I would only shower every 5 days, and I tried to avoid as many events as possible.

I just wanted to separate from everything and everyone else in this world a couple times, but I felt alone. And when everyone tried to talk to me, I felt overwhelmed. And when I tried to talk to someone, they wouldn't understand me.

I felt hopeless. I felt like shit.

I was at an content creator party to celebrate a meetup in my city, and I truly didn't want to be there. But Tommy dragged me to go. He was one of the many who didn't know what random shit I was going through.

I looked around me and my surrondings. Fluorescent lights above me, hard tile floor below me. I looked at the people.

They're all looking at you.

God, why do you have to be so gross?

They're all judging you. Everyone is.

They all want you to leave.

They never want to see your disgusting face ever again.

"Stop, stop, stop." I mumbled, feeling tears well at my eyes. Ranboo looked over at me in concern. "Y/n? Are you oka-"

I ran off before I heard the rest of his words. I needed to be alone. Nothing else. Just alone. I was shaking, and I just let the tears spill out of my eyes. I leaned against the all, letting my body fall and drop to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest. I buried my face in my knees so no one could see me.

ranboo's pov

Before I even finished my sentence, y/n quickly picked themselves up and ran across the room to head upstairs to the empty office space. I looked back at Tommy and Toby, wondering what to do. They both shrugged and continued on with their conversation. I couldn't just let it go like that, though.

I ran over to Phil. Phil had a really strong bond with y/n, and he was truly a father to them. "Phil!" I yelled out.

"Ranboo? Are you okay?" Phil said, looking at me concerningly.

I catched my breath from running. "I-it's y/n. They ran upstairs to the office spaces and they looked like they were panicking. Can you check on them please? They trust you the most out out of all of us."

Phil nodded and mouthed "Thank you" to me, and I nodded in response and went back over to Tommy and Tubbo.

y/ns pov

I heard footsteps come from the stairs across the room.

"Shit." I whispered softly. Fuck, my voice was all raspy. How am I going to hide-

I saw a shadow from in front of me. The figure sat next to me and hugged me tightly, embracing a soft hug that I basically melted into.

It was Phil.

"Everything's okay. It's all okay. Everything is okay, hon. Can you tell me what happened?" Phil said softly, still hugging me.

I just let it out. I trusted Phil. I explained everything I've done, thought and felt. It felt a little guilty but comforting.. all at once. Even explaining was a lot, so I had to pause sometimes and take a breath. Phil listened the entire time, not speaking a word. His presence was comforting to me.

"And, I just don't know what's.... wrong with me." I confessed, ending my vent.

Phil sighed. "Y/n, love, there's nothing wrong with you. And everything you said about people not loving you, I heard about 10 people talking about you. And all 10 of them were positive. They were complimenting your streams, your outfit, your humor, everything possible. You're an incredible person, and you should reach out more often. I care about you, and so does everyone else at this party!" he said softly. "Please, please realize that."

I smiled at him. "Thank you Phil. I can't thank you enough."

"Now, shall we head back?" Phil laughed.

"We shall!"

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It's not really my thing...(part 2)

A/N: here's part 2, I'm not sure how to feel about this one, but I hope you like it 🫶

Summary: After meeting Timothée at a hockey game in New York, you are invited to dinner with him, and learn that you have a lot more in common than you initially thought.

Pairing: fem reader x Timothée

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Part 1 ~ Masterlist

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You were now sitting across from him, only a couple of inches away from his face.

He had proposed to go to a restaurant with the most magnificent view of the city.

He mentioned that it was one of his favourite places in New York, and thought it would be the perfect place to take someone as special as you there.

In no way did you think you were 'special', but you were beyond honoured. Although, if you were being honest, you weren't sure if you believed that someone like Timothée could ever think of someone like you as anything extraordinary.

You stared right into his green oceans, mesmerised by how the colours danced within them. You had dreamt of this moment for as long as you could remember, although to be fair, not even in your wildest dreams would you think it could become reality. It was more a crazy fantasy than anything else. You had always imagined yourself confessing your admiration, love even, as soon as you had the chance, to ensure that he knew. You thought you'd immediately start gushing, stumbling over your words, as if you were going to ran of time at any second. And yet, here you were; frozen to the spot, at an absolute loss for words. Your mind was racing, desperately trying to form a sentence, searching for something to say - anything to break the silence.

However, you also took this moment to fully comprehend the situation you were in: you were just invited to dinner by Timothée, and now you sat in his presence, just across the table, admiring his godly features just as you had many times before through his photographs. You still couldn't quite grasp the idea.

It must have been a good couple of minutes before you worked up the courage to speak up.

' My heart's beating out of my chest '

* way to go, y/n, really *

You observed as his cheeks turned a slight pink and a soft giggle escaped his lips. You yourself were positively sure that your face was a bright red, but you had to admit his reaction to your comment made your stomach stir.

' Well, I'm flattered, and I could say the same thing '

As he said it, he looked you straight in the eyes, eager to express that he meant every word.

You were completely unable to form a reply, so you simply grinned back like an idiot. He seemed to like it though, as he grinned right back.

The candle that stood in the middle of the table, illuminated his face, creating a golden glow that seemed to radiate from his skin. You were transfixed.

It took some time, but after a while, you were conversing just as you had previously at the stadium. It was just as easy to talk to him as they said it would be: he listened fully, giving you a hundred per cent of his attention, and you never ran out of things to say.

You found out more and more about him, getting closer than ever before. He shared his favourite films, books, songs but also some of his deeper thoughts and inquiries, amazing you with his stories. You learned that you had a lot more in common than you realised, as though your minds were one. You felt entirely comfortable in each other's presence, and the space between you felt natural.

It was magical, truly. It was as though you had known each other all your lives, conversation flowed, and you laughed your hearts out, a feeling of freedom possessing your body and soul. You were nothing short of ecstatic and saw that he was too.

Needless to say, this was only one of many nights out with Timmy.

[heretherebedork]

When em told him it wasn’t what it sound like made me mad because it was everything it was how dare he not even defend name how dare he not even tell that person not to say that he let name hear him not even defend him and that’s heartbreaking imagine what em has been saying if people are calling name just that mute kid does he even talk about name in a good way? How dare he try to help nan when he’s over here letting someone say such an ablest comment about his supposed best friend? I hated him making it seem like name was taking it out of context when he wasn’t he knew what he heard! Just like u I need em to take something serious for once because how does he not realize how bad he’s hurting name? How name isn’t being extra? how is he not realize how he makes time for everyone but name? How none of their other friends are even checking in on name? Name had other friends other than em but none of them have contacted name knowing he’s going through a hard time

Name is truly alone and now also em has made what his mother say is true now name must think he’s the reason em wont talk to him much why he pushed him away I didn’t like seeing name in this dark place to the point he didn’t even want to live and knowing If his mother didn’t fall out he would had taken those pills breaks me I don’t even want name to end up with em because em doesnt care about name and has showed that I just hope for name to have a happy ending for him to gain friends who care for him and to find someone who would love him back the same way he loves them

Yeah, I'm really wondering what Em meant by that. It's such a confusing sentence that doesn't make sense in context. What else would she mean? Why we she was saying that and why would she refer to Name that way? Why wouldn't he correct her? I just need the context of this and we're not given and next episode's preview didn't offer anything. Like, what's going on? We saw other scenes where Em was implied to still care about Name and just be struggling with time but... this seemed to be the opposite. And to have Name's silence on speaker... I really, really wonder what's going on and I want to know and I hate that I don't.

Because it definitely makes Em look so much worse. And I can't decide if the show is deliberately making Em look worse or if the show has no idea how bad it looks and feels for Em to be in all these silly scenes and only Name to be more serious... I mean, I hope they know and planned for it and want us to think that Em has stopped caring only to pull the rug out on us this next episode and show him being worried. But it doesn't fit yet. I did love the scene a few episodes back when we got to watch Em be frustrated and worried because Name was pushing him away but I don't understand why they stopped showing us that.

Name is so, so alone now and, yeah, watching him believe that his mother was truly right is immensely painful. Because she's not. But Em is giving him every reason to think that and so is everyone else in his life... which is no one because no one is left. No one else seems to be talking to him or encouraging him and we didn't even get any scenes of him talking to the mysterious N this episode so that's gone too!?

I need Name to be able to find some kind of happiness. Even if that's not with Em, no matter what, I need this show to end with him smiling again. Him happy again. Name deserves the world and the show is just not giving him anything at all. They've also gotten so much less time than the other couples lately and that only makes it worse.

Em needs to go back home. Has he really not visited in two years? No going home for breaks and seeing Name? Nothing? Even Champ made it home for a disaster.

Well, I suppose the show implied that he went home but not showing us that he did or the visit with Name basically means it didn't happen.

Anyway... yeah. Em has a lot to come back from at this point and I need to see him more serious and to see him realize what's going on with Name and to try to get Name help and to prioritize him or I'm gonna be so pissed.

[wormb0i]

@impishsensei asked : five times happy 😊

i.

After putting the chore off for days, it had eventually gotten to a point where it was impossible to ignore ; Yuuji almost felt as though the single, last cardboard box with his belongings was staring at him from the corner of his dorm, begging to be unpacked. The teenager glanced at it over the brim of his phone, laying on his bed and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok. 

He sighed, groaned in the way one would after being told to do something they know they are meant to do, slung his legs off his bed and got up to unpack the rest of his things. 

It wasn’t even a lot : a couple t-shirts, a pair of sweatpants, more socks and boxers, a beige hoodie, some manga volumes and magazines, a pin up calendar from last year but he liked the posters in it, and a bunch of other random stuff. He didn’t own much, really, and this was all he had left to put away. 

The clothes were already folded, so he easily put all of that away. The hoodie he hanged in the rack with all his other ones, right next to his uniform, and the boy stopped for a moment when his eyes laid on the red hoodie of his uniform. 

Gojo-sensei had had it customised for him, and he hadn’t given it much thought after receiving it. But now as he looked at it, tucked away in his closet with all his other hoodies, Yuuji tilted his head to a side slightly as the cogs in his head began to turn. 

Over the past days in class, around the school and out on missions, he had started to realise how much his teacher saw, noticed, took away from everything. How much he cared, too, despite pretending not to. That much he knew since the beginning, of course, since he had basically spared him his life and helped him getting in and accustomed to, well, everything. But he had started to notice his care seep through other gestures. 

Like his uniform, now that he thought about it. 

Gojo-sensei had seen him wearing nothing but, and for a moment Yuuji thought, wondered, if perhaps that had been a way for his sensei to make sure he felt more comfortable, more familiar in this new life he was so harshly being plunged into. A uniform like something he usually wore and was comfortable in. 

Yuuji’s lips stretched into a smile, and he made a mental note to properly thank his teacher next time he saw him. 

ii.

It wasn’t lost on anyone how far behind Yuuji was from everybody else. Which was to an extent normal, given how everything had passed so fast and, in a blur, he was sentenced to death and pushed into this new world of exorcising curses and, well, the rest was history. 

He didn’t know all of the technicalities of sorcery, didn’t know how it all worked. He didn’t have a curse technique of his own, and didn’t really know how to fight and exorcise. He knew his classmates had a lot more practise than him, had been a part of this for way longer than he had, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all ; like he’d fall through that colossal gap between him and his friends.

And with the way Yuuji wore his heart on his sleeve toppled by the amount of trust he had for his sensei, it didn’t bother the boy being truthful when his teacher walked into the room and pointed out the rancid vibes. 

The conversation was deep, all the while Yuuji absentmindedly cuddled the sleepy cursed corpse in his arms. He felt lighter voicing his woes, and even more so when Gojo, the strongest of them all, placed his hand on his shoulder and he could feel the reassuring touch instead of an infinite space pushing against him.

After his shoulder got squeezed, his hair ruffled and his worries calmed, a warmth spread across Yuuji’s chest and the conversation took a much more light-hearted turn ; laughs were shared, and, even after getting punched in the face by the cursed corpse waking up from the sudden emotion emanating off the teenager, in that moment Yuuji truly felt like he could catch up.

iii.

« Why not ? It’s not like it’s actually about me, it’s just funny, » Yuuji tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. Wasn’t music all about evoking feelings on others ? And if his lyrics could make someone laugh, wouldn’t that be then a successful song ?

But Gojo-sensei wasn’t having any of it, saying he needed to make himself sound cool instead. 

« Talk about money and getting bitches, Yuuji. Even if you don’t, just like you didn’t actually poop without wiping. I hope… » A pause, and the taller man sighed. « Just sit back, listen and learn. »

Yuuji looked at his teacher expectantly, not knowing that when he was his age, he, too, tormented his friends with stupid bars. 

After a dramatic stretch of his muscles and a loud clearing of his throat, Gojo-sensei began :

« Coming down on the strip, liquor in the whip Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money Someone told me boy you got your whole life to get old But everything that glitter ain't gold The grass ain't greener, I've been told She told me, "Boy you want your cake and eat it too?" I said "It's cake, that's what you're supposed to do?" »

Perplexed, Yuuji blinked a couple of times in silence before bursting out laughing. Those were some good lines, but that cake part really took the student by surprise. 

« What ? It’s good ! »

But the teenager kept laughing, and once he finally caught his breath, his voice came out as a squeak. 

« Eat the cake— »

« See ? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not the best teacher for nothing ! »

But Yuuji couldn’t stop thinking about what else you’re supposed to do with a cake but eat it ? That was a great bar. He kept laughing until a little tear squeezed out his eye, and the thought struck him that he was very, very happy to have Gojo as his teacher. 

iv.

Sometimes it was easy to forget just how rich Gojo-sensei truly was. Maybe it was due to that association in his head that rich people were ultimately selfish, pretentious and distant, and his teacher was anything but. He was indulgent, fun and approachable. He always played along and was, at the same time, one of the most reliable figures Yuuji had ever had in his life. 

That was probably why he forgot about it, as well as the fact that the teenager really wasn’t into fashion or anything of the sorts, so he had absolutely no idea how expensive his teacher’s designer clothes were. Talk about pretentious ; Yuuji was simply clueless. 

What he did know all about, however, was kicks. Yuuji had mentioned plenty of times just how bad he wanted a pair of Air Jordan 1 since they were the closest to his real dream kicks : the original 1985 Chicago Jordans. At the same time, though, he was torn because as much as the new, ‘retro’ ones were the closest to the discontinued originals, he just didn’t love the colours they came in. He and Kugisaki had looked at the bids on the original ones, and Yuuji had resigned himself to the ‘retro’ ones. His friend, of course, had very kindly told him he had to resign to neither since he wouldn’t be able to afford even the cheap copies. And she was right, but a man could dream ! 

So, naturally, Yuuji’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets when he next opened Gojo-sensei’s gift for his birthday. He had been laughing with everyone as he opened his presents, but the sight of the original 1985 Chicago Jordans laid neatly in the box shocked him silent. He would recognise these shoes blind, in death, even. 

Slowly his grin returned to his face along with an excited scream when he remembered to breathe, and the boy looked between his gift and his teacher a couple of times before jumping onto his feet and throwing himself at the taller man. 

Genuinely Yuuji felt like the excitement was about to snap every muscle fiver in his body. He wrapped both legs and arms around his teacher like a koala, and scream thanked him over and over before turning around to yell at Kugisaki to stay away from his new shoes. 

v.

They were three versus one. Yuuji would argue they were, in fact, four versus one, but Fushiguro insisted his divine dog didn’t actually count as a player. A whole team of four three, and still they couldn’t manage to land a single point. 

On the other side of the net stood Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer — and apparently the biggest of cheaters when it came to playing volley ball at the beach —, with that shit-eating grin of his that was much more annoying than the sweat dripping into his eyes and making them burn. 

« You call yourselves my students like that ? » Their sensei teased, and even a blind man would have been able to tell he was grinning from the sound of it in his voice. 

« If you teleport one more time towards the ball—… » Yuuji heard Kugisaki start, but he didn’t hear the rest of it when he took a moment to wipe the sweat off his eyes with the back of his forearm, making it much worse from the sweat on his skin mixed up oily with the sun cream. 

« My eyes ! » he cried, squeezing them shut and folding over. 

A concerned snout pressed up against his leg before he felt a hand lightly touch his back to get his attention, and with his free one Fushiguro poured water from a bottle in his eyes, instructing him to be careful with a voice that was meant to reprimand him but was as concerned as the soft whimper of the dog licking his leg. 

In the distance Gojo-sensei’s outburst of laughter stopped abruptly after the distinctive sound of a coconut cracking open, or in this case, Kugisaki slamming the volleyball into their teacher’s head. 

After that, the rest of the day had been pretty uneventful. They had all gone together for dinner at a restaurant with a big terrace facing the beach, and went on one last stroll whilst Gojo talked to a supervisor before they headed back to Tokyo. 

Yuuji tried to capture the strokes of purple and crimson in the golden sky on his phone, bare feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. He turned around, snapped another photo of his friends a small distance ahead of him, silhouettes dark from the brightness of the flaming sky, and he saw them turn their heads his way at the same time he heard Gojo’s voice calling out for them. 

They hurried over back to the wooden deck and whilst they put they shoes back on to head back to the station, their teacher pulled out a box of ice lollies out of his bag. 

They all got one each, even Totality got a frosty lolli-pup, and walking together with sun kissed cheeks, new freckles across their noses and hearty laughs on their bellies, Yuuji felt very thankful to Gojo-sensei for having taken them along to the beach in his mission to Ishigaki. 

Later when he would slip into his bed, fresh from a shower and skin still hot from the sun, the teenager wouldn’t have been able to recall the last time he had so much fun with people he cared so deeply for. 

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 229

Dark Dynasty/Flatline

“Dark Dynasty”

Plot Description: a familiar tattoo leads the brothers deeper into the world of the Styne family, and Castiel plays referee between Charlie and Rowena

(The second half of that sentence interests me greatly)

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I won’t even monetize my hobbies, I’m not gonna do shady medical studies where my eyes might get gouged out for a little bit of money

Stop yelling at her, Sam!! She’s trying to help you and you chained her up

The Styne family is so uninteresting to me. I hope they don’t have a lot of significance in future seasons

Sam, you are wholly unconvincing in your lying about where you’ve been sneaking off to.

And Dean randomly deciding to research the Stynes because he’s a little bored is just…too convenient

I FEEL Charlie’s exasperation with the brothers. The CONSTANT secret keeping and going against the other’s wishes. It’s a lot to deal with

You know…I think I would watch a show with the nerd, the witch, and the angel…

Sam knowing that Cas literally has nothing else going on right now. He doesn’t have to save or overthrow heaven, he’s not even allowed there

Oh Cas. Oh Cassyyyyy, “if I’m going to referee I should know the rules.” I love that even though he knows cultural references now, he still doesn’t get commonly used phrases

Cas didn’t know that Dean doesn’t know they’re doing this?? How many times does Sam need to be told that this won’t end well??

Charlie and Cas bffs 5ever

You can’t truly expect Rowena to be in this “for Dean.” She barely knows him, they’ve tried to kill each other, and all his friends have her locked in some abandoned warehouse

I’ve missed Crowley

How good are these security cameras? They’re not even this good on cop shows. There’s no way they should be able to get that clear of a visual of the guy’s tattoo after zooming in that much.

Castiel coming in with snacks while Rowena and Charlie snip at each other is quite comical….I take it back, they’re a little bit bonding. Once they get past the difference in aesthetics of their way of decoding things, there are some things in common after all

Well, Charlie doesn’t want to see the similarities, but that doesn’t make them nonexistent

It’s…weird when the boys are the least interesting part of an episode, but that’s chasing after the Styne family for ya

Sam, I’m so sorry for calling you an unconvincing liar. The real crown for that goes to Castiel. He calls Sam’s phone, Dean answers. He tells Dean that he’s just staying in touch…like he does. Then that this call is pointless and ends with “my ride’s here” and hangs up

Oof, now Dean’s suspicious…that can’t be good

SHE LEFT HER PET COVEN LEADER???

Why can Crowley talk to hamsters? How does that make sense? Is it because she’s really human underneath that?

You boys really don’t want to be messing with this Winchester, I promise you that

*presses pause* No…they can’t be doing this. Not even supernatural can do THIS (and I say this knowing there’s still a scooby doo episode in my future). So. This dude Dean captured, part of the Styne family. He just revealed that they’ve been harvesting organs and enhancing their own bodies (adding extra hearts and other organs and muscles) with said body parts. Turns out this family had to change their name a couple hundred years ago…in the 1800s. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SUE THE CW IF THEY ARE INSINUATING THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE THE FRANKENSTEIN FAMILY *presses play* I’M CALLING MY LAWYER (does not actually have a lawyer)

Oh nooooo oh no oh no oh no. While Sam is distracted with a phone call from Cas about Rowena and Charlie constantly fighting, Dean’s now found out that the Book of the Damned CAN’T be destroyed and is piecing together that Sam’s been lying to him this whoooooole time

I never saw 127 Hours…did the guy rip off his arm or leg in that? If arm, this Styne has 127 Hours’d himself out of the bunker’s dungeon. When he called each of his family members expendable, he meant it

Casssssss Cas Cas you can’t leave her in an unwarded room all by herself. I love her but she’s gonna get the fuck out of there. WHERE DID CHARLIE GO???

This music while Dean is confronting Sam about the book is INTENSE. It is STRESSFUL

It’s a powerful image, the Styne guy just banging on the door to Charlie’s motel room with what’s left of his left forearm. He could use his whole right one but no

OHHHHHH DEAN’S RIGHTEOUS ANGER. It’s been a while

I knew it would eventually come but I didn’t know it was today. I didn’t WANT it to be today…RIP Charlie 😭😭😭

“Flatline”

Plot Description: Clara goes against an enemy beyond human perception

I’ll tell ya one thing. Having an episode named Flatline right after my beloved Charlie died is CRUEL

This is a weird af episode. Not only are people being turned 2D, but the TARDIS has shrunk to toy size

Ok ok ok ok but Clara pretending to be the Doctor because he’s stuck in the TARDIS is a fun move

Thing is Clara’s found herself a companion for the episode. It’s amazing

There’s so much lying going on in these shows today. Everyone was lying to Dean, Clara’s lying to Danny about where she is and what she’s doing

I’m…kind of over the Doctor monologuing to…I guess it might actually be soliloquizing in the TARDIS

It’s verrrryyyyyyyy interesting how well the Doctor has (consciously or not) trained Clara to be just like him. Danny will SEETHE when he finds out just how alike his girlfriend and the man he can’t stand are

It’s an extra weird episode. The Doctor’s there but not really, Clara’s feelings toward him seem to vacillate between thinking the worst of him while shoving that in his face and the same blind loyalty as ever, and that’s on top of the aliens from a 2D universe turning people 2D and studying them…but there’s too much of the last part…and it’s the least interesting part. It’s visually interesting but…I take it back, there’s too much emphasis on the special effects. THAT’s why this episode is bad

Is watching the Doctor Addams Family Thing the TARDIS off the train tracks worth the rest of this episode? I don’t know but it’s probably going to be the highlight of the episode for me

Oh thank god, Clara. You’re on your own, kid. And I’m glad you’re taking charge and not asking what the Doctor would do no. It’s up to you to figure out what YOU would do and are going to do now

Why was he able to monologue at them, sonic them with the screwdriver, and banish them?? Why couldn’t anyone else monologue and sonic them????

[clairecrive]

Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

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✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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[teddi-too]

Male Minotaur x Gender Neutral Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Lemon, 18+, my goodness this plot doesn’t make sense but it’s just a vehicle to the spice, ya know? 

Finally, time away from the city, from work, from everyone. Sure some of your friends thought it was weird you wanted to rent a cabin in the woods for a week by yourself but it was heaven to you. Your job has been stressful lately and with working from home it never really felt like you got a break. You needed to get away, actually away. Out of your home. A chance to decompress and refresh. 

You brought several books with you, some playing cards, and your laptop for when you broke down and needed a screen. The nearest residence was the owner of this cabin and that was nearly a mile away on the other side of the property. You were deep in the woods and you felt comforted by the seclusion. The cabin had everything you needed, a small kitchen that you loaded up with groceries from the nearest town, a surprisingly large bathroom with a huge whirlpool tub, a cozy living room with a gas fireplace, and the bedroom was a cute loft that you had to climb up a ladder to get to. There was a desk near the front window that you could sit and eat or play solitaire at and a small table and chair on the front porch. 

You settled in and made yourself a cup of tea and sat on the porch. It was a long drive and by the time you had checked in, stocked up on groceries and unpacked, the sun was beginning to set. Instead of popping up to make dinner right away, you let yourself just watch the sunset sitting on the porch. The trees were so thick outside the cabin, you couldn’t really see the sunset but it was nice seeing the color change in the trees. The darkness seemed to swallow up the thick forest and you felt comforted knowing you were truly alone. 

The next couple days were simple and lovely just like you had hoped. You slept in, made good meals and laid on the couch reading. But your favorite thing to do was to sit on the front porch and stare out into the woods. There was something healing about breathing in the fresh air and letting yourself do nothing. 

The third day passed by just the same except when you were on the porch eating your dinner, you felt differently than you had before. You didn’t feel the same emptiness from the woods that you did before. It almost felt like something was watching you. You stared at the treeline, scanning for movement and trying to convince your quickening heartbeat that you were, in fact, alone. You stared at the treeline so long you must have gotten dizzy because you swear you saw some greenery moving on its own. A mossy mass of...rocks or something behind the trees looked like it had moved. But that would be ridiculous. Rocks don’t move, moss doesn’t breathe...even though that’s what it definitely looked like it was doing. 

Your throat was dry and even though you felt a little silly, you called out anyway. 

“Hello? Um...trees-forest? Are you...alive? Are you...watching me?”

What the fuck, you immediately thought. Did you just talk to the forest? You stood up and started to gather your plate and silverware. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard a faint, low voice respond. You froze in your tracks, eyes widening to try to see anything in the dusk. “I just liked watching you. Please, don’t be scared.”

Ok, yup. Three days in isolation and you have started hearing voices. You thought for sure it would take longer than that, you thought you could at least make it a week and be ok. You closed your eyes tight and then opened them to scan the treeline again. The mass of moss and rock you had eyed earlier was now gone. Your heart sank. You began to stop forward towards the edge of the porch. 

No, stupid feet. The other way. Inside. Inside! 

“Who are you?” you called again, your voice slightly shaky. You heard some trees groan, some leaves shook, and then out between two trees emerged the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. 

It was tall and broad, its body rippled with muscle and its skin was a cool greenish gray that mimicked the woods around it. It had the head of a bull, with ivory horns extending upward. It had a thick, shaggy mane framing its face that stretched down its neck and covered its shoulder. It’s torso looked like a human man albeit with more muscles than any action movie hero you had ever seen. Your eyes followed along its thick arms down to its hands which nervously turned over and over each other.It’s middle section melted back into the same mossy looking fur of its man and its legs returned to a more bull-like anatomy ending in large hooves. It...he...looked exactly like a minotaur out of a fantasy novel. His face was kind from what you could see, his mane hung shaggily over his eyes a bit. He had to be over seven feet tall. How he had hidden himself so well among the trees was a mystery.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you. You just are so beautiful...I couldn’t help but watch you.” he said, his deep voice getting smaller and smaller as he finished his sentence until watch you came out as a whisper.  You were so mesmerized by this creature any fear you had before subsided.

“It’s ok, do you have a name?” It felt like an odd question, considering it was clearly an intelligent creature that spoke your language but you didn’t know what else to say. What are you? seemed like a terribly rude thing to say. The creature shrugged.

“No, I’m…” he seemed to be searching for words, “the guardian of this forest. Which mostly means I just live here.” You chuckled and he looked at you with a small smile. You told him your name and explained that you were just visiting for a few days. The minotaur knew this cabin well, he liked to come and see who the visitors were. Though, you learned, most of them weren’t as quiet and respectful as you. Most of them came to binge drink and make a mess for a weekend. It made him happy how often you just liked to sit and look out at the forest, his forest. 

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Are there more like you?” you asked, smiling. He seemed to light up at your comment for a moment before the spark dimmed a bit.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” he rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “I’m...the only one that I know of. I’ve been alone since I was a calf.” You frowned at the sadness in his voice. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said and began to walk towards him. He backed up a few steps as you got close. “I’m sorry, should I...keep my distance?”

“No, it’s just...most people are scared of me or...want to...hurt me.” he said while looking at the ground. He massaged his bicep and you noticed a dark scar stretching across his arm. “I usually stay away from people but…I feel drawn to you and I'm not sure why.” He didn’t move further back when you continued to step towards him. 

“I’m so sorry people have been cruel to you. I would never hurt you, I...you’re so…” your words trailed off. You felt drawn towards him too. You looked back at the cabin, wondering if he could even comfortably come inside. While you were looking away, he had closed the distance between you. You turned and looked up at him. You reached your hand out to touch him. There was tension pulsing between your bodies. You wanted him, you couldn’t explain why you wanted to give yourself so freely to him but you did. You were so certain of it. 

The fur around his neck and upper chest that had looked almost like grass and moss from far away turned out to be soft and thick and cool to the touch. Your fingers could nearly disappear into it. He lowered himself so that you were nearly face to face. You stroked him softly from cheek to chest playing in his fur. Your light, wanting touch seemed to relax him and he began to lean towards you. He snout nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent deeply. You felt a long, thick tongue lick up your neck. It was warm and heavy on your skin. It caused an electric and staticy feeling to pool in your lower abdomen. You realized quickly how badly you wanted him--to explore him, touch him, feel him. 

He pulled away and looked at you earnestly with wanting eyes. His strong hands danced up and down your arms and you weren’t sure if he was reassuring you or himself. You smiled at him and nodded your head, closing your eyes and moving in to kiss him. He circled his arms low around your waist and returned your kiss. Before you realized it, he had pulled your feet off the ground and was holding you against him. He straightened himself and you put your legs around him. He so smoothly and effortlessly navigated your height difference to make it so neither of you were straining to meet each other. Pressing against his body, wrapped in a deep, sloppy kiss your body couldn’t help but react to him. Heat moved throughout your body, concentrating in your core and desire took over you. Holding tight to the giant creature, your hips began to writhe slowly against him. 

You broke from the kiss every so often to check in on him, cupping his jaw in your hands, placing small chaste kisses on his snout, moving your hands through his mane and rubbing his chest. Never parting for long before returning to his mouth. 

“I want you--need you,” you said breathlessly. He leaned over and layed you gently on the hard ground and crouched down onto his knees. He stilled himself for a moment and then reached out his hand to you. 

“I want you to touch me but...I know that I’m...different” he trailed off, his eyes breaking contact with yours. You sat up and closed the distance between you once again and kissed his chest and ran your hands over his muscled body. 

“Please, believe me when I say I want this...I want you. You’re beautiful.” You weren’t sure how else to convince him that you were being sincere so you took your hands away from him and began to remove your clothing. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes moved all over your body as he took in the sight. He cooed compliments about your figure, your skin, your complexion, he babbled on and on until you were naked in front of him. When you had finished taking off your clothes you looked at him and noticed he was palming his crotch. You touched his arm gently and he moved his hand away to let you see. 

The bulge you barely noticed before had grown bigger and there was a small opening that wasn’t visible earlier. You reached out and traced your fingertips along the opening. It was warm and slick. You cupped the bulge in your hands and began massaging it. Looking up at his face, his eyes were closed tight and he was nodding his head compulsively. His fists were balled up, settled on his hips. He was used to his own hands being his only source of pleasure but he wanted your touch to be what undid him this time. 

As you massaged him, the tip of his penis began to push out of the sheath. The head was round and thick, red and glistening with his own slick. You continued to work the sheath, watching in awe as his full length pushed itself out of his body before falling heavily against his thigh. His cock was long and thick and your body pulsed with your need for it. He parted his thick, muscled thighs, spreading his knees apart further to give you better access. You took a deep breath and your body tightened at the sight wondering what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cock. 

You slowly trailed your fingers along the top of his hard cock before encircling it in your palm. It was heavy and warm, your fingers could barely meet around its girth. You dipped your head lower and dragged your tongue along his member. It was sticky with the cooled slick from his sheath. 

After teasing his length with your tongue, you took him into your mouth. He was so thick, the corners of your mouth felt stretched just taking the tip. You slipped your mouth as far down the shaft as you could and began to suck, bobbing your head lightly along his length. You breathed in through your nose, trying to relax your throat and mouth to take more of him but he was just so large. You resigned to focus in on the head of his cock where you could more easily create suction with your mouth. You stayed there teasing his tip until you could taste his precum begin to weep. His hips jutted forward instinctively, choking you on his length. You pulled away with a cough, drool falling from your mouth. 

You heard him clear his throat, attempting to regain his composure. You smiled up at him and began to move your hand up and down his shaft to extend his pleasure. You reached out with your other hand cupping his testicles and rubbed over one then the other with your thumb. The only sound you could hear was his heavy breathing and his choked back groans. His large hands reached down towards you, pawing at you with no real intention. He was overwhelmed with the sensation of your hands working him. 

His hand cupped your chin gently and pushed lightly on your shoulders to signal you to lay down again. Inching forward on his knees, he grabbed your sides and lifted you up onto his hips so he could reach your entrance more easily. You could feel his hard cock digging into your back and you laid, exposed and vulnerable against him. 

He took his large thumb and stuck it in your mouth, you sucked on it slowly moving your head in an exaggerated way that drove him wild. He pulled back his hand and used his wet thumb to start massaging your entrance; slow large circles just next to your entrance. A cool electric feeling stretched out from your sex throughout your entire body. After teasing your entrance, moving closer and closer with his thumb quickening his pace he moved his hand away, leaving your desire falling off a cliff. 

You whined at the loss of his touch and tried to move your hips to show your need. He smirked, moved your body up on him further and dipped his muzzle down towards your sex. His breath was hot and heavy as he moved his snout over sex wanting to take you in with all his senses. He nuzzled your entrance with his lips briefly before opening his mouth and laying his strong tongue against you. His tongue was wide and flat and moved over your hole with a heaviness that left you wordlessly begging for more. His drool mixed with your own slick left you sopping wet and pulsing with need. He worked the outside of your entrance for a dizzyingly long time before dipping his tongue into you. You could feel his cock twitch beneath you and you knew you both wanted all of each other. 

He tasted you, moving his tongue in and out of you, lapping over your entrance until he was confident you were ready to take his large cock. He longingly moved his hands over your body as he repositioned you. You reached for his cock and stroked it a few more times making sure he was at the same height of his desire as you were. You stared intensely at one another, your bodies pulsing with anticipation. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and you felt his thick cock press against you. 

“Please” you whined, not able to take the slow pace any longer. You knew he wanted to savor this but your body needed him so badly. He pushed into you slowly and you let out a loud gasp as your body clenched and spasmed trying to take him in. Your eyes stung with tears as he continued to move into you, stretching you to your limit. When he got to a place where he felt like he couldn’t push in further, he slowly moved out of you; then back in again. He picked up his pace just slightly moving in and out, working you open with his cock, pushing deeper in as he thrusted. 

He grunted quietly as he continued to move faster and faster and you returned with your own moans. The wet sucking noises of him fucking you filled the cool night and your body felt like it was swimming in pleasure. You tried moving your hips in pace with his to multiply the friction your bodies were experiencing but he was so big and you were so overcome with bliss you got lost in the feeling. 

Making you thunder back into the present moment, you cried out loudly as he placed the heel of his hand into your stomach rutting into you with even more strength than before. The added pressure of his hands on your torso made you see stars and your first orgasm ripped through you without any warning. Your body felt hot and sparks pricked all over your skin as he fucked you through your orgasm, never slowing down. You tried to catch your breath and steady yourself but he began fucking you even faster, pushing into you nearly past your limit as he chased his own release. 

“I-want to see me all over you” he stuttered out, a grunt and thrust punctuating each word. You nodded wordlessly, your head dizzy as your overstimulated hole spasmed around his cock. He pushed into you a few more times before he pulled himself out of you and let you drop roughly to the ground. His voice strained against his desire as he grabbed his cock and started stroking himself. Your body buzzed with anticipation and you started fingering your hole waiting for him to finish all over you. 

His head thrashed, horns cutting wildly through the air, suddenly reminding you of his bull upper half. His pace was erratic as he worked himself to the edge, he stuck his hips forward to move over your body and he came with a roar. Thick ropes of white-hot come erupted from his cock and landed on your torso. He continued to stroke himself, moving his hips as he came, sending his seed all over your neck, face and on the ground around you. His whole body seemed to spasm and he fell forward on to his hands, breathing heavily and hovering above you. The sight of him coming sent another shiver up your body as your hole pulsed around your fingers, desire still swimming around you. 

After pausing for a moment, both of you quiet in your blissed out state, he placed a hand on your chest, fingering his own seed admiring the mess he made of you. He placed a come covered finger over your lips and pushed into your mouth, watching your reaction as you tasted him. You sucked his release off his finger. 

“How many more days are you here?” he panted, still catching his breath. You laughed and put your arms around his thick neck. Your body felt completely drained of all strength and you weren’t sure you’d even be able to lift yourself off the ground right then. 

“Do that again and I might never leave.”

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus 

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔 

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor 

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long! 

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron?? 

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒