#my sincerest apologies for the confusion

[nartothelar]

Please I thought your most recent post said “Milfed” and I was so excited 😭😭

Betrayal

milfed

[chelseahotel2004]

daily bowl of rice, december 16, 2024: breaded tofu (soy sauce, oyster sauce, lao gan ma, salt, pepper, ground ginger, garlic powder) + scrambled egg (cooked with milk in leftover tofu seasoning)

[cinnaflurr]

hi guys ive come back with nightwing :) this is 100% not at all influenced by any personal bias bc nightwing is definitely not at all me core 😁

(this is a semi continuation off the last comic so if ur confused by jason check that one here) damian or cass maybe next !!

BTW i accidentally wrote that maps was new but a kind person corrected me on one of my reblogs!! (reposting their message so i dont spread misinformation Again) ↓

my sincerest apologies for the mistake (but tysm)!! 🙏

[serendipityandbenevolence]

Capitano x GN Reader (SAGAU)

Am I writing this nearly a year after I said I would? Yes. My bad gang, the procrastination got the better of me. Honestly, looking back over my old writing on this account, I’m shocked I didn’t do Capitano sooner because I was/am obsessed with this tall, beefy man. (ngl, while reading some of my old writing, i was kicking my feet a little, past me was lowkey good at writing when I wanted to be). This is loosely based around what I was planning on writing for him last year, so hopefully it fits well into the story?

Contains - Capitano being actually so whipped for you, him trying to keep his distance and failing miserably, he ignores you for like a minute and you end up contemplating your life choices (real, i'm so not projecting here), he is very insecure about not being good enough for you (despite being the perfect man), dottore is lowkey more likeable here than in his own ending, mentions of murder, obsessive behaviour from all the fatui

Part one is here - the masterlist for the other endings is here

“Capitano?”

It almost surprised you quickly the Harbingers fell silent, as though even one word from you had stolen the air from their lungs, their arguments trailing away into a deafening silence. You waited, a confusing mix of anticipation and fear filling your chest as you stared at the half-opened door.

But no one came.

There were soft whispers and retreating footsteps, shadows that crept across your room as people bustled around in the hallway (Was it a hallway? Or another room? You couldn’t be certain). You heard a cold female voice giving hushed orders, but even her voice faded as you waited uneasily for some recognition of your words, of your pleading call for Capitano.

But no one came.

He had been there, outside your door, you knew that for certain. You heard him, condemning the other nations for attacking you, another Harbinger had even called him by name. So why was is, that when you called his name, he did not answer? Was he too busy, too disinterested, too proud, to speak with you? The door remained unmoving, and you began to wish that you had never said anything in the first place, even as you refused to look away from the door.

But no one came. 

It had been a mistake, you decided. Whatever offence you had somehow caused him was clearly great enough for him to ignore you, to reject your pleading request for him, to turn his back on the chambers that you rested in. Perhaps, when the other Harbingers returned, you could ask them to pass along your sincerest apologies to your favourite Harbinger (although you would not mention that he was your favourite to them). Maybe that would heal whatever rift had apparently formed between-

“Your Grace?”

Capitano stood in the doorway, straight-backed and with his hands clenched at his sides. Even a cursory glance could tell you that he was not thrilled about having to be in your presence.

“I’m sorry for my tardiness. I was asking the other Harbingers if any of them were able to attend to you in my stead, but it seems they are … unavailable.”

He slowly stepped into the room and made his way over to the fireplace, keeping a large distance between the two of you as he did so, refusing to step too close to the bed you sat in. 

“If you have any pressing concerns or questions, I can pass them along to the other Harbingers or to the Tsaritsa. I’m afraid that I will be of little help to you, but I will see to it that the others are aware of your needs.”

This was worse than being ignored, you decided. His cold, impersonal words, his desire to keep his distance from you, even his stiff posture, it also pointed to one thing. He hated you. He could barely stand to be in a room with you, let alone make conversation with you. 

You felt silly all of a sudden, for thinking that your favourite character would hold any sort of affection towards you. You felt a sudden tightness in your throat, and had to fight back the tears that threatened to appear.

“I’m very sorry to bother you so trivally, Capitano. I had just wished to speak to you, but if you are busy, I will not keep you. Please, return to your duties.”

You were impressed by how steady you were able to keep your voice, even as you still fought back tears. But Capitano did not move, instead he almost seemed to tense up more. 

“I did not mean-” To your shock his voice wavered more than yours and his composed facade seemed to crumble in an instant.

“It is not that I do not wish to serve you, I just… I don’t … I can’t…”

He hesitantly took a step forward, then another, before falling to his knees by your bedside. You watched, mind still reeling at how quickly his demeanour had changed, as his shaking, gloved hands clutched at his chest, as though he feared his heart might stop at any moment.

“Please, I beg you, do not hate me! I could not- I cannot live with myself if you think I adore anyone or anything else more than you. But I cannot serve you, I am not worthy. I failed you, when you arrived at Zapolyarny Palace, I was unable to help you! I am-”

His frantic words were cut off with a sudden sob, and tears began to appear at the bottom of his mask, dripping down his chin. His breaths were shallow and desperate, with his hands upon his chest digging into his flesh more with every passing moment. 

“Capitano…” You whispered softly, still trying to make sense of his suddenly erratic behaviour, while also wanting to soothe whatever pain he was suffering. 

“I am not like the other Harbingers. I am useless to you, Divine One. When you were brought to the palace, I was asked to bring you upstairs, so the Doctor could operate on you, but I was too scared. I feared that if I touched you, you would shatter to pieces in my grasp. My hands were not made to be gentle and you were already so close to death, I could not do it. The boy, Tartaglia, was the one who carried you in the end. I was too cowardly.”

“You don’t need to compare yourselves to the others, Capitano. You were merely concerned for my safety.”

“You do not understand. The Doctor brought every one of his segments home so they could operate on you together. When your wound became infected and a fever took you, Signora lay by your side and kept you cool, even as your skin burned. Pantalone has not slept since you arrived and he will not sleep, he says, until your chambers are furnished to perfection. Arlecchino has sent out every member of the House of the Hearth to kill those who dared to harm you, with orders to return with their heads as proof. And I sit here, idle, unable to assist you. The reason the other Harbingers could not attend to you, is because they are already doing so. I fail you, Your Grace, by being unable to find a way of serving you!”

You found yourself quite lost for words, unsure of how to respond to Capitano’s increasingly defeated behaviour. You weren’t really sure what you expected from The Captain, but this was definitely not it. His sadness and self-loathing made you want to ease his mind somehow, to find him a purpose that would hopefully make him, your favourite, feel more wanted. 

“I think … I think I might sleep now, Capitano.”

He merely nodded, before turning his face away from you and shakily standing once more.

“But-!” You lunged forward, grabbing him by his arm before he could move out of your grasp. His head whipped around, mask concealing whatever emotions his face might have shown.

“But I was wondering if you might stay? With all those people who tried to kill me, I would feel quite unsafe, sleeping alone and defenceless. I need someone strong to protect me and how fortunate am I that you do not have other duties to attend to, but can instead stay by my side!”

You paused, holding your breath, hoping that would be enough to convince him. He stared at you (at least, you assumed he was staring at you, the mask made it difficult) for a long moment, long enough that you began to wonder if he had even heard you properly.

“You want me to protect you, Your Grace? I… Yes. Yes, I can do that. Just- Just give me a moment.”

And he was gone, his arm pulled from your grasp, and his cloak swishing out the door. You barely had time to wonder what he had left for, before he returned. With a chair under one arm and a truly massive blade under the other, he swiftly reentered the room, positioning the chair right beside your bed. 

“There. Is that all right, Divine One? Do you need me to sit closer, or further away?”

“No, no, it’s fine, Capitano.” You laughed, grateful that he seemed more … positive? At the very least, he didn’t appear to be as miserable as before.

You lay back down, turning to face Capitano, who was balancing the sword across his lap as he watched you. Under normal circumstances, the idea of sleeping in the same room as somebody with a sword would have freaked you out, but with the stress of the last few days catching up to you, you found yourself more tired than you had realised.

You stretched a hand out towards Capitano wordlessly, who eyed it apprehensively.

“Can you hold my hand?”

He stared at your hand for a few more moments, before slowly placing his own hand upon yours, so softly that you could barely feel it. 

“Sweet dreams, Your Grace.”

Finally, we got there! Hopefully yall like this, i feel like the ending is a bit rushed, but god I love a man who pines. I’m probably going to write Pantalone next, this lowkey gave me some ideas for his ending. I’m also thinking about writing some non sagau stuff, I've got some thoughts about arranged marriage stuff with diluc and ayato <3

[dipperscavern]

Ok, just read your blurb about being Jessica’s assistant and being nicknamed baby.

What if the origin of baby was that someone was giving baby shit and someone else (Harvey perhaps) says the classic line “no one puts baby in the corner” when coming to her defense. Then it just kind of spirals from there and no one gives her shit again.

Also feel free to ignore this, literally just my first thought when reading your post!

oh my god. when i tell you i SCREAMED this is so genius & yummy.. PHEW. i know exactly what ur referencing ily & thank u so much for the ask! 🫶🏻

“I’m just saying, the assistant to the Jessica Pearson.. and your desk looks like this?”

you roll your eyes, the hint of a playful expression on your face. while you knew he wasn’t being completely serious, you liked your desk — pink things, trinkets, & personal touches all. you found decorating your desk as a fun way of personal expression, and you were so damn good at your job, jessica didn’t care.

“Would you like to re-decorate for me?”

your reply is dripping sarcasm, a playful tone in your voice that masks how you really feel. you look up at the few bored associates hanging around your desk, and they snicker at your reply.

“Yes I will, thank you. It’s.. something. Could use a more professional look.”

that makes you frown. something? more professional? what started out as a joke seemed more like a personal attack the more it went on. tom, the associate who’s mouth was moving, never seemed to know when to stop. you’re about to say something when a miracle in the flesh steps in your line of sight — harvey specter.

it’s ironic, really. he radiates business when the very reason he came over to your desk was to shoo off the associates bothering you. he looks around to the people that have now stiffened up in his presence, and he gives them an almost confused look.

“And what the hell are you doing?”

tom swallows. “Just- messing around. Sir.”

“What?” harvey looks around. “What’s wrong, you.. don’t like her desk? Is that the nationwide issue we’re facing today?”

you look up at harvey, a faux expression of sympathy on your face. “He doesn’t like the color pink, sir.”

that makes harvey’s brow raise, for two reasons. one, his associates shouldn’t have the time to be complaining about any colors. & two, you’ve been on a first name basis with harvey for a year. he doesn’t mind people calling him sir, but he definitely does mind when it’s you, batting your lashes & giving him a look thats sure to distract him for the rest of the day.

“You shouldn’t have time to worry about the color pink. Time is money, money is time, and if you have time to complain then your workload must not be large enough to satiate your.. innate genius.”

harvey pulls out his cellphone while talking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to give them the time of day — which he really can’t. he’s not really typing anything, but they’ll never know that.

“Don’t be sad she’s not as miserable as the rest of you. Get back to work.”

mumbles of “yes sir” can be heard throughout the office as they move to gather their things & get up, obeying the order given to them with only slight disdain.

“Thanks, Harvey.”

he reaches for the two-pack of oreos on your desk, grabbing one & handing it back to you.

“Nobody puts baby in the corner.”

this makes your brows furrow as you smile, & he bites into his cookie as you reach for yours. he quickly notices the look on your face.

“What?”

“Dirty dancing?”

he gives you a look of his own. “Sir?”

you smile as he walks away, getting back to work of his own. & you fail to notice the associates ears tuned into your small conversation as you bite into your cookie. hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks, Baby.”

“Hey, Baby, could you-“

“Where’s Baby?”

“I need this for Baby.”

you stand corrected. jessica pearson herself joins in after a mere day. “Baby, I need you to reschedule that meeting with Mr. Sawyer. Give him my sincerest apologies- I gotta run.”

“Yes ma’am.”

she quickly gathers her things & leaves, in a rush to complete her full schedule. once she’s gone, you put your head in your hands, sighing. your official nickname is baby.

and you like it.

[dollcherray]

✮⋆˙ FROM THE START ୨୧

Yandere Oliver x shy reader

tw: Uhh yanderes are their own warning, obsessive behavior, Bullying, OOC in some parts(?) sadism(?) suggestive if you squint, isolation, toxic relationship, guilt tripping, please remember that this is not a healthy way to love someone nor its hot so always seek help if u encounter a person like this. theres some english mistakes too, sincerest apologies

୨୧ Oliver is a little piece of shit, we all know that so right off the bat, it would be no small feat that he would make fun of you, you were really asking for it in his vision just by the way you acted, he probably already would be the meanest of them all, and with you being shy? just doubles it.

୨୧ You were probably a new student that just got into the school, you probably would hang out with Abbie, which just drawed his attention to you more and obviously, making him mentally draw this big red target in ur back, congrats, you're now another target of his bullying.

୨୧ By the time he's been teasing you, Oliver would start to develop a very strange feeling everytime he saw you, he didnt know what that feeling was but it was growing everytime he would catch you in his eye sight.

୨୧ When he realizes, he's already too obsessed with you and he honestly dont know how someone so popular and tough like him got so enthralled by someone so shy and pathetic like you, but the reasons were diverse, he just doesnt see it. (or refuses to see it)

୨୧ It was probably Zip who would make him aware about his "crush" by teasingly asking if he was in love when she catched him staring at you too much, of course, Zip didnt know the deep lovesickness her friend developed for the shy student they usually picked up on.

୨୧ from that moment on, Oliver would make your life hell, the bullying would get way worse, if you had any friends, they would suddenly cut ties with you out of the blue or avoid you in general.

୨୧ Oliver would definitely use that to make you feel bad and more fragilized, he likes instigating those bad feelings on you because of your reactions, maybe hes just a sadist.

୨୧ Oliver is mean, obsessive, possessive, over protective and manipulative, often using your shy nature to his advantage and entertainment, making you do things for him and etc...

୨୧ Oliver after some time would manipulate you into staying more with him and his little trio, saying that at least you wouldnt stay alone anymore and that made you really confused and a bit suspicious but you knew how cruel he is and knew better than questioning him, so you just tagged along, you thought that maybe it would get better from there. little did you know that it would actually get worse from there.

୨୧ Oliver would grow more desperate and possessive of his love the more time passes, he would often fantasize lots of things with him and you and when you notice it, he wouldnt even let you stay with the trio anymore, you could only stay with him.

୨୧ You didnt have any other friends other than him, even though you didnt really consider him a friend, and if you tried to get some new friends, he would make those new friends avoid you in the same or next day.

୨୧ If you try to ignore him or avoid him, he would just use the guilt tripping card, saying that you are being so bad with him for nothing and that he is only trying to help you even though you KNOW deep down that he is only lying, but you just cant help but feel bad.

୨୧ Oliver would probably be very touch starved, but wouldnt really show it to you, a simple touch on your arm, shoulder or anything like that, would already make him go crazy and possibly want more, but he keeps him smug and mean facade, he cant let you see such side from him. not now at least

୨୧ Like it or not, you are trapped with a narcissist that wont let you go so soon, you will have to deal with his smug nature until you two part ways.

୨୧ “im the only one who wants you in my presence.”

[lick-me-lennon22]

Poly!Beatles X F!Virgin!Reader - Open Invitation

(HELLO AGAIN!!! my sincerest apologies for the short hiatus, I've been struggling with some heart issues and work troubles but I am back in business and rest assured, all of your requests WILL be filled !! ✨️ please enjoy this lovely request from anon :) 💕)

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️!!! VERY NSFW!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

You'd wondered about the strange look they seem to have shared, but thought nothing of it until reached your hand in your pocket to pull out a lighter, only to find a scrap of paper. The boys had slipped a special invitation into your pocket at your meet and greet, one they had been saving for a very special fan.

But here you were, standing in the hotel hallway and staring up at the door in front of you, glancing down at the slip of paper to make sure you have the right room number. You suddenly began to get cold feet, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Would you open the door, only to be met with bewildered expressions on unfamiliar faces? Or, even worse, would you be greeted by the four of them, cackling like a pack of hyenas at your gullible nature?

You push away those unwelcome thoughts, putting on as brave a face as you can muster and raising a trembling hand to the door. You knock thrice as instructed, waiting with bated breath. Until...

"Y/N! We were beginning to worry you'd run our invitation through the wash. Come on in!" Paul welcomes you, holding the hotel door open.

You sigh in relief and chuckle nervously, taking a few tentative steps into the suite, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne almost overpowering. The other three all greet you, seated in various positions on the sectional sofa.

A voice stands apart from the others, clearer than the rest - it's John.

"We've been looking forward to this all week."

Your heart skips a beat and you look to him with innocent confusion.

"And... what, exactly, is this?"

The four men exchange shocked glances, having assumed you knew what was intended by the invitation.

"Well, we thought... you know, with us," Ringo begins, but John cuts him off.

"We want to shag ya. The four of us," he explains bluntly.

George gives him a swift elbow to the ribs.

"Knock it off, mate! You'll scare the poor thing." John only rolls his eyes in response.

You're taken aback by the proposition. You know no one in their right mind would pass up such an opportunity and, though not opposed, you can't help but feel intimidated. This would be your first time, and with The Beatles? All of them?!

Paul interrupts your train of thought.

"You really don't have to, we can just-"

"No, no! Believe me, I've dreamt about this forever. It's just..." you trail off, somewhat embarrassed.

"What is it? You can tell us, we won't judge," Ringo encourages, but John interjects.

"If we didn't say anything about that outfit you wore to our concert, you know we're good for it," he snickers.

George throws him another jab to the ribs with his elbow.

"Ow!"

You ignore his snide comment, too focused on the matter at hand to be offended.

"I'm... a virgin," you admit, bracing yourself for laughter. Instead, you're met with gentle nods and understanding expressions from the four men. They take a moment to process your admission.

"We wouldn't want to pressure you," assures George as you take a deep breath.

You take a moment to consider the idea. On one hand, this is an important part of someone's life, a milestone - not exactly a decision to be rushed. But on the other... it's The Beatles. I mean, come on. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Well, if there was ever a good time... I suppose this would be it."

"You sure, love?" Ringo chimes in. "The last thing we'd want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sure."

"Well, all right then." They share another look amongst themselves before John nods and looks to you.

"We'll start off slow then, yeah? C'mere," he says, patting his thighs. You approach, nervous excitement coursing through your veins.

You sit on his lap, your body tense. He places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"Loosen up, I wont bite."

"Yeah, right."

He shoots George a look.

"Unless you ask nicely," he says with a wink.

You chuckle, beginning to relax. The others watch intently as John shifts his hands to your waist, gently massaging your sides. He mumbles lazily in your ear, his thick accent intoxicating.

"Speak up, Johnny!"

"Share with the class, will ya?"

"Oh, piss off," John dismisses Paul and Ringo, returning to your ear for a nibble. You giggle at the unfamiliar feeling, his nose brushing against your cheek. He moves to your neck, starting off with gentle kisses before growing bolder, leaving love bites along the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You shiver as his hands wander lower - down to your hips, giving them a squeeze, then coming to rest on your thighs. The size of his hands and the warmth of his palms stir something within you. You inhale sharply, biting your lip as a familiar heat pools in your abdomen - the same kind you feel when you watch the lads perform. Judging by the growing bulge beneath you, it seems John is enjoying himself just as much.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes!" You reply breathlessly, a little too eager. "Yes. Keep going."

This earns a chorus of chuckles from the group, who have each begun to palm themselves through their trousers at the sight.

John's hands work their way to your inner thighs, caressing and squeezing gently. He mumbles sweet nothings in your ear as he parts them. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"More, I want more."

At that, Paul stands and steps closer to you, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

"You want more, do you, pretty girl?"

You nod enthusiastically, whining in arousal.

"Perhaps she could use something in that pretty mouth of hers to muffle those whines," George suggests with a smirk. You get what he's hinting at, biting your lip and giggling nervously as you look up at Paul.

"I'm not sure I know how..."

"Oh, I'm more than happy to show you, love... if you would."

"Please."

"Eager little thing, eh?" George and Ringo tease, but Paul ignores them.

"Sweet girl... I'll give you what you want."

Paul undoes his trousers and drops them to his ankles, followed quickly by his briefs. You can't help but stare, awestruck, and Paul chuckles.

"Like what you see?"

You nod.

"Would you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to realize he's inviting you to touch. You reach a tentative hand out in front of you.

"No need to be nervous," he soothes, stroking your hair tenderly.

You grasp the base of his length, hand trembling, and Paul groans at the contact. His skin is softer than you's expected, somehow, and you decide you like the feeling. You begin to move your hand up and down, pumping him cautiously as if afraid to hurt him. Your eyes flicker from your own hand to Paul's face, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. The sight of him this way, knowing what you can do to him with just a few simple touches, makes you feel powerful in a way.

Meanwhile, John's hand slips beneath the waistband of your knickers, traveling lower until he reaches your heat. You instinctively tighten your grip on Paul and the two of you moan in tandem. John trails a finger up your slick folds, drawing gentle circles around your clit.

"Mm... are you ready to open up for me, sweetheart?" Paul asks, his voice almost sickeningly sweet. By this point, Ringo and George have both unzipped their flies, tugging their trousers and briefs down past their hips. They're clearly enjoying this little show, pleasuring themselves as they devour you with their eyes.

"Go on, doll," John encourages. "Take 'im into your mouth."

You do as he instructs, eliciting another soft moan from Paul. He tightens his hold on your hair, using all of his willpower to keep himself from tugging you down onto him.

"Oh, good girl... further, if you can. I won't rush ya."

You pull back for a breath before obeying, slowly taking more of him into your mouth. He throws his head back, groaning in satisfaction. A string of curses tumble from his lips at the soft, warm feeling and you hear John snicker behind you. You really start to get the hang of things, falling into a steady rhythm and bobbing your head as if you were made for this.

All of a sudden, your focus is broken as John's fingers cease their movements and you feel them wander lower. He slides a finger inside of you, taking care to go slow - he's far more gentle than you had imagined. You moan around Paul and he growls, faced flushed pink and eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck... don't stop, doll. You're perfect," he praises and you continue as John's hand moves between your legs.

The friction of his fingers along with Paul's words of praise leaves you lightheaded - well, that and the lack of oxygen. As you pull away for air, George clears his throat.

"What about us, Macca?" He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing to himself and Ringo.

Paul hesitates for a moment before sighing, irritated.

"Fine... I'm getting close, anyway," he grumbles, tugging his waistband back up as you pout in disappointment.

Soon enough, Paul takes a seat on the sofa and George and Ringo take his place, pumping themselves idly as they gaze down at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Go on, doll," George begins, a wolfish grin playing on his handsome features. You comply, taking him into your mouth a little too far as you sputter and cough.

"Careful, dear," he chuckles. "Take it slow."

You try again, more gradually this time. John squeezes your hip with his free hand and you squeak, sending pleasant vibrations through George's lower half.

"That's it, love. Nice and easy," he groans, running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes you gain momentum, growing more confident in your actions. A tight knot forms in George's stomach as he feels the others' eyes on the two of you, heat rising to his cheeks as he lets out another deep growl. You continue your work on him, but Ringo becomes impatient, scoffing and nudging George's shoulder to snap him out of his stupor.

"C'mon, mate. I think it's my turn - that is, if the lass'll have me." He turns to you, a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.

You nod, humming an "mm-hm" around George's cock. He relents, pulling away begrudgingly.

"Fine. Go on, Rich."

"Attaboy, Ritchie," John pipes up, a lazy grin on his face. Paul simply gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the performance you've been putting on.

Ringo stands before you, trousers undone. He seems a bit nervous, but any reservations he has are quickly overpowered by desire as he sees your glistening lips and messy hair. You reach a curious hand up and Ringo takes it in his calloused one, guiding you to grasp the base of his length. You give him a soft tug, catching him off guard. He draws a breath through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering closed.

You take him slowly into your mouth, your jaw working overtime to accommodate his size. Once you've settled into your pace, you begin to experiment with your tongue, tracing the underside of his cock. He growls almost primally, tightening his grip on your hair and moaning your name as you bring him closer to the edge.

"All right, you've had your fun," George interrupts and buries his own hand in your hair, gently grasping and tugging. You go to work on him once again, in a daze.

"That's not fair, mate. I had her," Ringo retorts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back in his direction. The two men bicker as they stand over you, essentially playing tug-of-war with your mouth.

"All right, all right, that's enough of that." John swats their hands away and they draw back, pouting.

"Yeah, c'mon, lads. We'll each have our turn," Paul chastises.

"In fact, " muses John, "I'd say it's about time Paulie and I take the reigns, eh?" He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, casually licking his fingers clean.

"Wait, wait... and? How's that supposed to work."

"Come with us, love. We'll show you." Paul takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, the other three following suit.

John places a soothing hand on your upper back, ushering you to the bed.

"On all fours, darling. Just relax."

You do as he instructs, getting into position as the others watch on with hungry eyes. John pushes your skirt up above your hips and tugs gently on the waistband of your knickers.

"Can I take care of these for ya?" he smirks.

You hesitate for only a moment before turning back to look at him over your shoulder.

"Yes. Please."

"Eager, are we?" They all chuckle and John slides them off, his trousers growing even tighter at the sight of you bare before him.

"Christ, you're soaked," he murmurs and you blush, somewhat embarrassed.

"Is that... bad?"

"Oh. Right." You bite your lip. John undoes his trousers and lines himself up at your entrance, stroking your hair to calm you.

John chuckles, amused by your inexperience. "No, sweetheart, not at all. It tells me you're excited - y'know, ready for me."

"Now - you're sure you want this, yeah?"

"Yes! Yes. I've thought it through, and..." you draw a breath, "this is what I want."

John groans, satisfied by your response.

"All right. Relax your body as much as you can, and keep your breathing steady. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he reassures and you nod.

"Ready for me, love?"

You hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. John waits for your body to adjust to the intrusion before gradually sinking all the way in, using your hip as leverage while he buries himself inside you. The others look on with a combination of jealousy and need, wishing they were the ones to fill you.

"Yes! Yes. I want you, John," you beg and he takes your cue, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuck, doll. You're so bloody tight," John growls as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. The other three groan, imagining themselves in John's place. After a few moments, he speaks up.

"I'm going to move now, doll."

John begins to move, sliding in and out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. You whine in pleasure, the sudden friction causing you to arch your back further. His breathing grows heavy, grunting as he increases his pace.

"Mm-hm," you whimper and brace yourself.

"Ah... fuck. Uh-huh," you manage as John continues to fuck you into the mattress.

"Mm... you're doing so good. Think you can take Paulie too?" he challenges and Paul lifts his head, pausing his movements.

Paul approaches, a sly grin on his boyish features as he stands in front of you.

"Yes, Paulie, yes! I need you all so bad."

"Sure you can handle it, love?"

You moan around him as he slides himself into your mouth, stilling when he hits the back of your throat. He pauses, composing himself before sliding in and out of your mouth, gripping the base of his length as he guides himself.

Your words elicit a collective moan from the men and Paul presses his tip to your mouth, eager to have you again.

"She's damn good, ain't she, Paulie?" he asks through his own pleasured grunts. Paul hums in agreement as the two men thrust in and out of you, the rhythmic push and pull scrambling your thoughts and dulling your senses.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, "Her mouth feels so good Paul groans as John chuckles breathlessly, increasing his pace to match Paul's.

"Feeling generous, love? You've got two hands, after all," Ringo points out. In your lust-filled trance, you raise your arms, offering your hands to the two men. They gratefully accept, thrusting into your fists as the four of them surround you.

Ringo and George, stroking themselves to the sight, begin to feel left out and approach the bed.

You take care of the men's needs surprisingly well considering your lack of experience.

"She's too bloody tight to have done anything before. Trust me, Macca," he groans, gripping your hips as he fucks you into the mattress.

"You sure you haven't done this before, doll?" Paul questions, but John interjects.

"Fuck... Christ, love. Where do you want me?" he asks and you consider your options.

Your whines increase in pitch and frequency, but you certainly aren't alone as all of the men approach their climaxes.

"On my ass," you reply and he pulls out near-immediately, spilling his load on your lower half. You revel in the warmth, moaning around Paul as he approaches his own summit. He pulls out of your mouth, unloading onto your pretty face while you lie as still as possible, drunk on the taste of him.

"Bloody hell, Y/N..." Ringo murmurs.

While John and Paul catch their breaths, George and Ringo increase the speed of their movements, driven by the sight of you drenched in their bandmates' cum.

"I-I'm going to-" he pulls out of your hand, covering your chest and shoulder with his hot cum as George does the same, groaning your name loudly.

The five of you take a moment to breathe, all of you sweaty and spent. You collapse onto the bed, none of them really caring about the mess.

"You should probably clean yourself up, love," Paul suggests. Begrudgingly, you rise from the bed and head for the attached bathroom. You manage to make yourself decent, dressing yourself in a t-shirt one of the boys left behind before stepping back out into the bedroom.

They all stare at you in disbelief, mouths agape.

"So, uh... can one of you drive me home?"

"Plus, you ARE wearing my shirt," John points out.

"You really think we're going to let you go back to your flat after THAT?" George asks, incredulous.

You chuckle in response.

"Guess not," you reply, flopping down on the bed. The men clean themselves up, returning to your side.

"So good for us," George adds, nosing into your hair while the others hum in agreement.

"Such a good girl, you are," Paul praises and kisses your forehead.

By the time they start arguing about John hogging the covers, you're already drifting off to sleep, the familiar chatter comforting you and quieting your mind.

"Aww. Look at that, lads. Guess we lulled her to sleep," Ringo snorts.

"Yeah, but I should-" John pauses, interrupted by your faint snoring.

They each lean over to place kisses on your cheeks, whispering their own "goodnight"s and finally shutting the light off to join you in your slumber.

[readerforexiao]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄? 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒?... 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 | 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

⌗ L&DS boys x Reader [separately] | fluff headcannon | tw: kissing? perrhap a little suggestive | word count: 2.3k

⌗ A/n: it's marinated in my drafts long enough.

⌗ "A real man will ruin your lipstick and not your mascara"

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ⤺ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 |

• At times, random and most unexpected, Xavier's hand would reach to grip your chin with more force than he meant to, and with the suddenness of such a gesture it made your wide and startled eyes instantaneously direct their attention to him

• His expression softened and silently conveyed his sincerest apology.

• But determined he was, if not anything else as he tilted his head in concentration. There was intent circling his mind, a purpose to his actions.

• You called his name, but with the hold he had on your chin, his fingers squeezing into your cheeks, the words could only come out muffled.

• "Sorry," He said, ever sweetly.

• The velvety brush coated in gloss was still in your hand, frozen. You couldn’t move because you were caught in the tension between his touch and the undeniable pull of his gaze.

• The room felt smaller, quieter.

• "You've got pretty lips," Xavier remarked, his words spilling out in a familiar, lazy drawl.

• Without missing a beat he used his thumb to tidy the smudges where you messed up, his touch unhurried and intimate.

• The reaction he stirred was so consuming that the flutter of your eyes came instinctively and the swarm of butterflies that unfurled their wings deep in your stomach never ceased to leave you utterly breathless.

• You thought nothing else could ever suprise you, that you had seen it all. But this was Xavier, and there was hardly any choice but to learn to accept the spontaneity of his actions, for he only ever meant them endearingly, and they definitely would not stop any time soon.

• So, as you turned to focus elsewhere, Xavier seized the chance yet again to catch you off guard.

• He stole a kiss as effortlessly as he had swept you off your feet and made you fall head over heels in love with him.

• His lips had become sticky with product, and all at once, the world around you disappeared by the heat of his touch.

• "You taste nice," he said with a slow, deliberate smile while you gasped his name.

• "Xavier" You flicked his forehead with a touch too light to ever do any harm, and he didn't mind as he swiped another coat of your gloss.

• But this kiss was different— slower and deeper as if he couldn’t quite get enough of you.

• The gloss on your lips tasted sweeter as it mingled with the heat building between you and the saliva exchanged.

• His fingers cupped your face and you gently nudged him back needing air.

• As you pulled away, you noticed your lips had lost their perfect coating and the evidence of his greed and inability to resist his desire shimmering on his own.

• "Could get used to that." He poked his tongue out, licking his lips and savoring the taste.

• "Come here," you muttered under your breath.

• With his face held in the palm of your hand, your thumb brushed away the remnants left behind.

• While you did that he kissed your thumb sweetly, his lips warm and tended against your skin and the simple gesture of affection made you melt.

• "Can't wear anything around you..." You shook your head, but the kiss you pressed to his cheek gave away just how much you adored it.

• He smiled cheekily, "That's fine. I prefer you in nothing too”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ⤺ 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 |

• Zayne was always one to seek approval and consent no matter the task.

• His stoic demeanor was tempered with unwavering patience and yet, the one time he set that discipline aside was when he drew a small vial from his pocket, removed the lid, and asked you to part your lips.

• Your confusion barely registered when his eyes were already trained firmly on your mouth.

• And almost too intently did he watch as you complied without hesitation and allowed his cold fingers to gently cradle your chin.

• The tip pressed against the curve of your chapped lower lip, lingering there without hurry.

• Zayne held his breath and paused upon the realization that he had been much too lost in the depth of your gaze.

• He snapped out of his thoughts and silently chastised himself for being so easily distracted.

• But could he blame himself for admiring you? For getting lost in your eyes and the amusement prancing around in that little head of yours.

• "Don't smile," He warned with a brow raised in challenge.

• But he knew he'd been caught and the teasing that would follow would be relentless.

• "Your breath tickles," you murmured, a strained smile tugging at your lips that he did not approve of.

• "Hold still!" His fingers tightened, shaping a small pout on your lips.

• His voice, low and authoritative yet never without a gentlemanly edge, sent a rush of giddiness spiraling through you.

• Zayne was meticulous in handling matters, no less for the wand he grasped and the manner he carefully applied the product, afraid to even stray a single swipe beyond the natural shape of your lips.

• The silence was electrifying and charged with a tension he effortlessly incited.

• You knew applying a simple coat of gloss should never have taken that long nor felt so intense, but it was Zayne and that was an explanation enough.

• He had a way about him, a unique allure that managed to turn even the most mundane actions into a captivating experience, a feeling both familiar and irresistibly attractive.

• You felt like you were being seduced and Zayne, fully aware, had intended for it to be exactly that way.

• It was frustrating; to stomach and resist the itch to grab him by the collar and kiss him fiercely until only a trace of glitter and glow remained in your wake.

• When the job was done, Zayne would gaze at your lips and then move slowly over your face before taking in your entire body from head to toe, his look a little more suggestive than innocent.

• His voice broke the silence with a hint of annoyance lacing his words as he pulled back to admire and assess (judge) his work, "Did you really have to smile so much?"

• You shrugged. If he only knew how it was impossible not to because he had that kind of effect on you even when you tried to resist it, and you hardly ever did.

• Zayne's lips curled as he took your hand and pressed a reverent kiss to its back.

• But one fluid motion, his heart took control and he drew you flush against his chest, bending you slightly backward as he leaned over and kissed you until the gloss smeared onto his lips.

• If it was going to be ruined, he figured it might as well be by him.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ⤺ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 |

• No doubt, there were benefits to having an artistic partner.

• Someone whose hands seemed sculpted for creating masterpieces.

• Rafayel was an artist through and through in both mind, hand, and heart.

• Each of his movements purposeful and precise, carrying both skill and intention.

• It made him reliable when he did your makeup (and he loved doing your makeup).

• Unlike the times when his stubborn nature left him dissatisfied with his paintings and drove him to pursue an ever-elusive sense of perfection, when it came to you that restlessness was replaced by something softer and entirely more patient.

• He watched you through the mirror as you wiped away your fifth attempt at getting the perfect winged liner, frustration etched onto your features.

• Without a word, he closed the distance and perched his chin atop your shoulder. "Let me."

• His skills far surpassed yours in both creativity and execution and it made you jealous as he worked with seemingly minimum struggle.

• "You make it look so easy,"

• You couldn't see what he was doing but you trusted him— proven by past experience that he never failed to flawlessly do your makeup to your liking.

• He smirked without looking up, "Years of practice... and raw talent, obviously."

• "Humble as ever."

• He chuckled, the sound tapering into something still as your gaze held his, open and unguarded and filled with wonder and admiration for something he thought nothing of.

• For a moment he forgot what he was doing and his fingers stilled against your skin.

• "Maybe I just like impressing you." (And expressing myself),

• He unfurrowed his tensed brows before going back to tracing strokes of pigment across your eyelids and brushing soft hues against your cheeks.

• This wasn’t just about getting every detail right. No, it was about you and you weren’t just a canvas to him but a muse and his favorite masterpiece.

• When it was time to focus on your lips, resisting the urge to steal a kiss was nearly impossible that his mouth descended quick, taking your breath for a second as invasively as he'd stolen that kiss.

• It earned him a look that, too, was worth it because Rafayel liked the way you looked at him, no matter the expression, as long as your gaze was on him.

• "What arr yyo doin?..." you muffled, unable to talk clearly when his thumb parted your lips and pressed against your tongue.

• "Keeping you still"

• And still you remained with the erratic pulse in your veins so intense that it kept you so occupied you barely noticed the time passing until he stopped.

• "Already?" You turned to the mirror, pleasantly amazed but not entirely unexpected.

• Rafayel stood with his arms crossed, his finger tapping gently as you marveled at how perfectly they'd been drawn, the subtle color blooming in a way that felt just right.

• You were completely smitten with the result.

• "Best thing about it..." He nudged your chin to the side, guiding your gaze toward him.

• Then he kissed you, his mouth tilting just right as yours met his in a perfectly slotted puzzle piece.

• "It's kiss-proof," he murmured against your mouth with a grin that made your heart skip.

• "Kiss proof, huh?"

• "Absolutely," he responded, "No smudges, no fading... just the perfect finish."

• You couldn't help but laugh, "You think of everything, don't you?"

• He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Only for you."

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ⤺ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 |

• Doing any kind of makeup had been nearly impossible when Sylus was around.

• It wasn’t just that he had an uncanny ability to sense the exact moment you planned to start but he inevitably gravitated toward you.

• He had this kind of persistent need for subtle jabs of affection, demanding your attention every minute of the day as if the world couldn’t turn without you and attention from you.

• It made trying to focus on anything else feel like a battle— one you rarely won.

• On a daily basis, you ended up keeping it simple with just lashes because it had become a sport to Sylus.

• He made it his mission to present himself in your space and always managed to ruin even the smallest effort you put into your routine.

• No attempt was safe from his need to disrupt.

• Now formal events were a frequent occurrence for both of you always tied to work, and most times you found yourselves attending them side by side.

• You sat before your vanity with your breath held in concentration as you rummaged through your little drawer to decide what color you'd settle for.

• You were rather determined to make tonight's appearance look a little more daring, aiming for something bold yet refined.

• Then, Sylus appeared, his timing perfect.

• "Really, sweetie?" he remarked, his voice tinged with disapproval as he leaned against the doorway.

• "Go away," you said without sparing a glance back at him, already anticipating his antics.

• "I don't think I will," he replied, his eyes reflecting with mischief as he sauntered into the room, stood behind you and rested his hands on the back of your chair.

• "You're not going to mess this up!" you warned.

• He feigned innocence.

• "Of course not, sweetie," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I wouldn't dare... but you know I can't help myself around you..."

• "Well you're going to tonight" you muttered, adjusting the small table mirror before tracing an outline around your lips.

• And of course a flicker of challenge passed over Sylus' features because he loved these little games, it made everything a tad more exciting.

• "We'll see..." Sylus observed you from a respectable distance then after.

• But as you immersed yourself in perfectly executing the desire look of a deep red tint across your lips you hadn’t paused for a second to wonder why Sylus refrained from interrupting.

• Despite the urge to tease you he found himself rather captivated by your elegance and focused and observed you with a quiet fascination that was uncharacteristic for him.

• You stood up after the finished product, dabbing a little matte shimmer onto your cheeks before taking a step back to admire your work.

• Sylus gaze locked onto yours in the mirror before he turned you around with a lazy smirk, eyeing you up and down.

• He let the silence stretch between you, taking in every detail.

• "You look stunning, I almost don’t want to ruin this," he added, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, a teasing hint in his touch.

• "Don't you dare" you pointed a finger at him and he chuckled, kissing your hairline.

• For someone who usually ruined your makeup with his kisses, he was surprisingly considerate tonight.

• But little did you expect when he tugged at his tie and unbuttoned the first button and pulled it to the side, revealing a glimpse of his neck.

• "Kiss," he said, his smirk wry and confident as if you wouldn't deny him.

• Wide-eyed, you shook your head, trying to move away, but his hand was already holding you firmly in place.

• "Where do you think you're running to, kitten?" he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to keep you from escaping.

• He couldn't be the one to mess up your makeup tonight, but you hadn't said anything about yourself.

• And a few kiss marks and smeared lipstick on his collarbone would be a bonus.

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[imperatoralicia]

I had a tremendous whoopsie of a misunderstanding the other day.

So, I have been replaying Dragon Age: Inquisition in preparation for seeing all of my cool and great Thedas buddies once again this most auspicious of Halloweens.

I'm marching through quests as fast as I can, just in a sort of haze of pushing forward my joystick and hitting the A button sometimes until the game sends me off to some other shade of green or grey to do that some more.

Right after I did a quick "oops inventory full, time for an equipment shuffle" pit stop, I get this quest:

I turn around and see this ghostly ass figure that I've never seen before standing next to a grave:

So, my very soupy brain puts all these things together as related, and I'm like, "Okay, get the ghost back into the grave. No problem."

I spend the next five minutes trying to herd this spectral grandpa back over to his headstone, and he's not being super cooperative about being bullied back into the ground. It finally hits me.

It was fucking Dorian wearing this ring I had just given him to clear up some inventory space and completely forgotten about:

I'd just spent several minutes yelling "Get back into your damn grave, Grandpa!" to my very confused Tevinter friend.

So, with that, I wish to offer my sincerest apologies to Dorian Pavus.

[sleipliir]

Sorry for this being late but I’ve been told it was supposed to be “Lunar New Year” from my other post. My sincerest apologies for the misunderstanding!🐲🎇

Like it was called “Chinese New Year” on our calendar and even in our malls’ decor it was called that. That’s why I got confused. Sorry again for the mixup!😅

[mizuki-herazaki]

TWST Boys walk in on you changing

Hey! it's been awhile! Here are the twisted Bois reacting to walking in on you changing, just for funs!

Riddle Rosehearts

Would get flustered and close the door as fast as he opened it,

Apologizes profusely during and afterwards

It's gonna take a while to calm him down, and please stop him from hitting his head.

(he would do it as punishment and hope he forgets what he saw)

Cater Diamond

Walks in happily until he opens his eyes and goes red.

His phone camera is pointed at him (thankfully) so the chat only sees him blushing in bewilderment.

He doesn't snap out of it until you yell his name and throw something telling him to get out.

He freaks out and gets more flustered, shouting an apology as he runs out.

Chat still questions what happened till this day (It's forbidden lore)

Deuce Spade

Baby was not prepared at all

Absolute fear (he's innocent guys)

He probably turns white and gets a nose bleed before passing out

when he wakes up he sincerely apologizes

(It's gonna be a bit until he can look you in the eyes again)

Trey clover

He's a gentleman like Riddle but more calm

will probably bow while apologizing before leaving and closing the door.

Will also slide in a sly compliment while at it

"That color contrasts nicely with your skin~"

Ace Trappola

The most unapologetic out of al of Heartslabyul.

Would blush a little at first but then make a sly smirk

"That's a nice choice of underwear there"

You have to throw a ton of stuff to get him out.

Leona Kingscholar

looks completely unfazed (is unfazed)

smirks and leans against the doorway

"don't stop please continue herbivore"

Trust me when I say this, he's not leaving until your done. (unless you want to wait for him to get tiered and fall asleep)

Ruggie Bucchi

It's like he doesn't even notice

Speaks to you like normal while scavenging the room for anything to take.

"Ruggie!" you shout. "What!?" he replies back looking at you.

"GET OUT!"

Once you kick him out and slam the door, Ruggie just stands there confused.

He genuinely doesn't see the problem.

Jack Howl

Scoffs in his fist while tilting his his head downwards and closing his eyes

A slight blush is dusting his cheeks

"I'm really sorry but perhaps lock the door next time"

With that he leaves and shuts the door calmly

Once the door is fully closed he goes to breath again (Yes he was holding his breath the whole time)

Jade Leech

Just gives the Jade stare

Will probably give an apology (a jade one) and bow

The he just walks out like that

P.S. he doesn't do this until you notice him (only god knows how long he stood there silently)

Azul Ashengrotto

Turns red as Riddle when angry

He gives that shocked faced when he clenches his teeth in game, before regaining composure and pushing up his glasses while closing his eyes.

"M-my sincerest apologies. f-for both our best interest I say we make a deal to never speak of this."

With that he leaves, speed walks away

He's definitely writing up a contract now.

Floyd Leech

Floyd just barges in, the door swinging wide open

Not much of a reaction just Floyd face

"Ayeee~ Shrimpy doesn't like clothes either~ I can strip too hehe~"

STOP HIM NOW!!!!

Kalim Al-Asim

Yuu have a 6th sense for the baby

When Yuu hear the click of the door knob turning, yuu dive into the bed and use the sheets to cover up.

Kalim walks in to see Yuu wrapped in sheets.

Kalim laughed with a big smile "HAHA!! You look like a burrito! Can I join looks comfy!"

Yuu scream "NO!" and Kalim looks shocked before giving a rejected puppy face.

Yuu explain to him to give you 10 minuets and then he can come back for a cuddle session.

He gives a big smile and a halo of light seems to form behind him.

He leaves closing the door with new motivation

Jamil Viper

He's a bully

He will stand there and make you uncomfortable, maybe even degrade you a bit

He'd just stand at the door frame arms crossed and straight faced.

Yuu see and feel his glare and it's kind of just a very awkward stare off until you ask him to leave, to which he responds---

"Why? It's not like I'm seeing much anyway" with a smirk.

A visible vein is seen at your forehead as yell at him to get out as you throw the hardest items close to you at him.

Vil Schoenheit

emotional damage x1000

This man will degrade the ugly out of Yuu

Yuu are now in the corner of the room with mushrooms growing on your head

Pure depression is seeping from you

Vil just walks in and starts going through the closet looking for something you could wear. All while still degrading the living daylights out of yuu of course.

Rook Hunt

Sooooo... He's not at the door frame

He is outside watching through the window as an arrow shoots past your head.

Startled you go to the arrow and there is a not attached that reads:

"Magnifique, Perfect 100 points! What a beautiful body!"

The note is signed with R.H. and a heart.

Yuu go red and equally speechless.

Epel Felmir

Accent slip :WAHHH!!! W-haduya...Ahh!"

Red as a cherry and slams the door, crouches down outside

"I'mma Sorry I didn't mean too!!!"

He is apologizing over and over again in his head.

Idia Shroud

Full metal panic

"b-b-bu ss-sor -I- S---o--rr--Icc"

Idia.exe has stopped working.

He stutter walks out backwards (Still stuttering)

And yuu slowly close the door on him.

Even when you finish changing and open the door, idia is still there a stuttering mess.

Once he notices Yuu standing in front of him he immediately turns tail and runs.

Malleus Draconia (Yuu are like in your underwear)

This is my Chance!

"Um Mal can you please um leave"

"But why? I love to see more of my child of man"

"Um it's a bit...awkward"

Mal starts to take of his top clothing as Yuu blush profusely "Don't take off anymore!!" Yuu shout

"No issue now let us just lay in bed with this"

You couldn't say no so you end up cuddling with Mal under the blanket, a blush dusting your face and heart beating.

Malleus is content for now.

Lilia Vanrouge

He appears from the ceiling

"Need any help?" he asks with a smile.

Yuu yell and fall to the ground startled and Lilia laughs before continuing "hmm~ well that was a reaction"

"How long have you been there?!" Yuu question

"...*fake contemplates* Don't know!" "GET OUT!" "Oh yes my apologies, I guess you would prefer privacy"

He walks out but as he does he says "Oh and nice underwear!" Before closing the door with a smile.

Silver

Is actually just sleep walking

He isn't awake or aware at first, but your yelp woke him up and he sees yuu.

It takes him like 10 solid seconds to process what's occurring and his ears go slightly red as he looks away

"I-i apologize I didn't mean to" He didn't mean to stutter as he bows and walks out of the room closing the door behind him.

He goes to Lilia for advice bad idea

Sebek Zigvolt

Bursts in about to yell something but stops in his tracks

His face goes red and he is bug eyed

"W-w-ha ARE YOU CRAZY!!!?"

He turns around facing the exit for a long time as he scolds you for being careless.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Sword x Reader x Rocket

yay polyamorous time, im questioning if im poly and my sister just straight up is so coolio, so should be accurate, im also a swocket shipper, but this is a x reader blog so the only shipping that will occur is poly self shipping :]

- Getting with one of your friends was unexpected, getting with two of your friends who were already dating was even more unexpected

- They were both so sweet about it, they had thoroughly discussed it before hand and all three of you gave each other equal amounts of attention and affection, like Sword wrapping his wings (hc) around both of you, one on each side, or Rocket laying across the both of you, legs on one head in the other, before swapping to get his head pet by both of you equally

- It was an adjustment to figure out how to go about certain couple-y things though, you found that if you all wanted to sleep in the same bed it couldn’t be Rocket’s his was too small so it would have to be yours or Sword’s, and with that Sword had to be big spoon due to his wings so that left you and Rocket to choose who was little spoon and who was medium spoon on any given night

- Kissing was also something that led to confusion and experimentation, onetime you tried to all kiss at the same time, you ended up getting a bloody nose, Rocket loosing his shit laughing and Sword helping you by giving you tissues and telling Rocket to calm down, you guys just decided on two of you kiss, then two of you, then the last two, maybe more time consuming but less risk of injury

- Speaking of Rocket would purposely ‘miss place’ his leg so you two would carry him somewhere, like to the living room or to whoever’s bedroom, while one of you could do it by yourself, or maybe just Sword, he always insisted the both of you carry him, going ‘woe is me’ you two would roll your eyes but go it nonetheless

- You and Rocket would help Sword preen his wings, one of you gets one wing the other takes the other, you carefully go through his feathers while you all chat, you can also afterwards see Sword itching to do the same but since neither of you have wings he can’t, but his semi-bird brain wants to preen you in appreciation for preening him

- You guys all get plenty of one on one time though, you and Sword going out for dinner, Rocket inviting you over to play video games, Sword and Rocket training together, you all know you don’t have to do everything with all three of you, and sometimes you need some time with just one of you, or even some alone time since having two partners can be a little more tiring sometimes

- If two of you go out on a date for food and bring back leftovers, whoever wasn’t on said date can and will eat the leftovers, Sword does so after asking, and Rocket gets mad if neither of you bring back any leftovers for him to eat, so you and Sword learned to leave a little bit of food so you don’t have to deal with a huffy Rocket that can and will throw his bionic arm at you in retaliation

- You guys definitely have sleepovers, like full on teen girl movie sleepovers with nail painting, face masks, gossip, prank calls, it’s all so silly and unserious but all three of you adore them, Sword surprisingly is amazing at nail painting and Rocket can absolutely slay in some makeup, you all laugh and then fall asleep in each others arms, you probably wake up sore because you fell asleep in awkward positions but oh well

- You made the three of you matching lockets that contain the other two’s pictures, both thought it was the sweetest thing and you guys almost never take them off unless showering or think it might get damaged like in phights, which you cheer on Rocket and Sword if your not a phighter, if you are you guys make some goofy trio moves and accidentally distract each other during the matches

yippee, also my sincerest apologies i was going to open my requests again once i posted this however im about to go to sleep and i don’t wanna wake up to 7 requests, so i shall open them first thing after i wake up in 6 hours basically exactly (7:30 am mst american)

[unclewaynemunson]

Wingman Wayne AU pt6 yaaay! | AO3 link

The next time Eddie sees Steve, he knows immediately that the thoughts that kept plaguing him late at night weren't induced by some weird chemical unbalance in his brain caused by eating too much cheese or taking one pill too many. No, those thoughts were very, very real. Because Steve is looking absolutely breathtaking in his stupid tight jeans and stupid green polo and with his stupid wild hair that Eddie just wants to run his fingers through and those goddamn stupid pink lips. Shit.

'Lookin' hot today, big boy,' Eddie blurts out before he can help himself.

A frown appears between Steve's stupidly perfect eyebrows. 'Don't do that, man,' he says, avoiding Eddie's gaze.

'What?' Eddie asks, as if he doesn't know exactly what Steve means: Don't mess up our Very Platonic friendship by getting feelings for me. That wasn't what we agreed upon. Well, it's already too late for that anyway. And honestly, whose fault is that? Exactly, it's the fault of Steve's stupid lips.

'You know what I mean,' Steve says. He's still not quite looking Eddie in the eyes and Eddie feels guilty immediately.

'Sorry,' he says. 'Won't happen again, friend.'

It's only awkward for a minute, until they're both sitting on the couch in the Munsons’ trailer and Eddie easily launches into a whole monologue giving Steve the latest gossip on Wayne's colleague Jimmy because he ran into Jimmy's wife at Melvald's, and he immediately gets reminded why it's so nice to have a queer friend, because, in contrast to Jeff or Gareth or even Wayne, Steve understands exactly what he means when he says “straight people” in a lamenting voice and doesn't get confused when he goes into a minutes-long rant about “straight culture.”

'Dude, stop, you're doing it again,' Steve suddenly interrupts him at some point.

Eddie stops mid-monologue to give Steve a confused stare. 'What?'

Steve nods towards the place where Eddie's hand is comfortably resting onto Steve's knee, fingers stretched all the way into his thigh. Like it belongs there, somehow. Like it’s something natural.

Eddie clears his throat as he pulls his hand away and crosses his arms to keep himself from unconsciously reaching out for Steve again. Is it really that bad to have me touch you? he wants to ask – but he doesn't, because he isn't a completely terrible friend.

'My sincerest apologies, comrade,' he says instead, before he picks up where he left off in his story, trying to act like nothing happened. But Steve doesn't really seem to listen anymore; his gaze keeps wandering away and he barely even shows any investment in the gossip that he usually loves so much.

'You okay, Stevie?' Eddie asks.

A blush starts creeping over Steve's cheeks.

'I don't know how to tell you this without making shit even more awkward,' he says, 'but you staring at my lips for like ten minutes on end is also part of the things you shouldn't be doing.'

Fuck. Eddie is pretty sure that his own cheeks are rapidly starting to reach a shade of red that matches Steve's. He wants to apologize, but somehow, the words get all mushed into something else while they make their way from his throat to his lips, and what comes out is, 'Is it really bothering you that much?'

Steve stares at his hands. 'Yes,' he says softly. 'Yes, it is.' He looks up at Eddie again, and there's a look in his eyes that Eddie doesn't quite recognize.

'Eddie – you were the one who insisted right from the start that nothing about me would attract you, remember?' he says. 'You were the one who proposed to be friends. And I was fine with that, because I wanted to be your friend, and I thought I could keep my feelings under control. So please don't make this any harder for me than it needs to be.'

Eddie's heart is suddenly beating in his throat, his hands sweaty.

'Jesus, Steve,' he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. 'I'm so sorry.' He stretches out his hand, gently letting it land on Steve's shoulder – but Steve immediately gets up from the couch, as if Eddie's touch is burning him.

'Don't,' he says, his voice suddenly cold with frustration. He starts pacing back and forth through the tiny living room. 'Now you're just being cruel.'

Shit. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. The memory of Wayne's soft voice echoes through his head: Can't you just... talk to him?

Of course Wayne was right, he always is. Eddie should know that by now. It's terrifying, the thought of actually talking to Steve - but Eddie knows that he's the only one to blame for this mess, so it’s only fair that he should also be the one to fix it.

'What if I told you I was wrong?' he blurts out before he can change his mind like the coward he is.

Steve freezes in his tracks, finally looks Eddie in his eyes again.

'What if I told you I've been a fucking idiot all this time?' Eddie continues, his heart beating at a nauseating pace now. 'What if I told you I was – I was expecting another Chad, back when my uncle told me about you, and I really didn't want to repeat that same shit again – and you've been continuously blowing my goddamned mind ever since we met. I really, really wasn't planning on falling in love, but Steve, you're fucking fascinating, and with every little bit I got to know you better, I started falling a little bit harder.'

Steve finally takes his place next to Eddie on the couch again, looking at him wide-eyed, lost for words.

'You're the most interesting person I've ever met,' Eddie continues, because he simply has to say it all now, 'and you have such a big heart, and – and I haven't been able to stop thinking about your lips for days – and I really didn't mean to hurt you. I should've given you a fair chance right away and I'm so sorry and –'

Steve suddenly launches himself at Eddie and shuts him up by clashing their mouths together slightly too forcefully, breathing into their kiss and only slowing himself down when he realizes that Eddie isn't going to pull away, that Eddie isn't going anywhere – and Eddie tangles his fingers into Steve's majestic hair as he finally gets a taste of that fucking addictive strawberry lipgloss. It’s exactly as sweet and soft and perfect as he imagined it would be and it might just have become his new favorite taste in the world.

'Jesus H Christ,' Eddie mumbles when they finally break apart, both panting and chuckling shakily. 'Uncle Wayne's gonna be so fucking annoying about this.'

Pt7

Can I just say that all your “look eddie it’s the consequences of your own actions!” comments on the previous part had me giggling kicking my feet?? U r all so right but also eddie is a complete idiot no i won’t take criticism. I am LIVING for all those sweet and funny comments / tags, it means the world and I am cradling them all in my hands <333

(Also everyone saying they feel like a burden asking to be added to the taglist, noooo!! It only takes me a couple secs and it honestly makes me crazy happy that so many of you are invested enough to want updates! I am hugging all of you!!)

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[day-dreamsinthedark]

If you write x Reader, may I request some head cannons for Demetri Alexopoulos x reader where the reader is Sam's older sibling?

Hi! So I am not very great with head-canons, nor am I comfortable with writing in the 2nd perspective, but I really enjoy this idea so I thought I would try? My sincerest apologies if this is not what you wanted, but if you'd like to request anything else, I'd love to try it! Also, so sorry for the wait!

ALSO. There are a few curse words, I am SO SORRY if you aren't comfortable with them. Please let me know!

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Demetri seems like the type of guy to fall in love with any girl that is even remotely nice to him, so imagine his surprise when LaRusso!Reader is the first person he meets when he starts at West Valley High School's coding club. As Samantha's older sister, or her Irish twin, as their parents love to tell everyone, you had always been a little self-conscious.

The eldest sister. A title once loved, now something more like a curse. Unachievable and utterly unbearable. You have always been entirely uncoordinated and just uncomfortable in your own skin, so karate has always been just out of your reach. Not that Daniel has ever minded– Kata has always been a comfort. Something to do in private, calming and kind.

This meant that LaRusso!Reader has never been very comfortable in the karate scene, but also around the family in general. It was easy to get lost in your own little world– books, games, television, and all things that made you unlike your sister.

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He'd known you for over a year before he figured it out. He assumed that you were just the hot nerdy junior that none of the other guys could really appreciate, knowing absolutely nothing but your first name before Miguel kicked the social skills into him. And as someone who was equally as shy, you felt absolutely fine ignoring everyone and getting your work done.

I imagine that in this scenario, where there's a pretty girl who occasionally exchanges smiles and pleasantries, Demetri doesn't even really notice Yasmine (or her friend who looks suspiciously like LaRusso!Reader)

He's so caught up in his crush on Reader that Eli's got to consistently remind him that being nice is not the same thing as having feelings, even if you always went out of your way to compliment whatever fandom-related memorabilia or clothing he brought to school. Like that time you complimented his Doctor Who shirt (and then wore your favorite GOT shirt the next day– to which he did not compliment, because he was so stupidly starstruck.)

Still, there wasn't much interaction between the two of you for the first year and a half that you had known each other. 

-

It wasn't until you finally gave in and decided to train with Sam and Robby that everything had changed. You'd only agreed to the basics, some Kata and maybe a bit of sparring. Robby was kind and made Sam a lot happier than you'd expected her to be, so what possible harm could there be in trying?

So there you were, minding your business in your dojo's yard. Eyes closed as you stretched– a backbend, a stretch that Sam was never able to get, and likely the only athletic thing you’d ever been able to do– ignoring your sister’s conversation with her "not" boyfriend and your father. 

“It’s time we be patient.” Your dad said, “Let those who need us find us. Alright?”

At this, you thought it might be an important time to join the conversation, preparing yourself for the hard part: flipping back over. You hadn’t quite mastered that yet, but it wasn’t… impossible. 

Then, a familiar voice. One that you hadn't heard in months because he and Eli had quit the team without a word. Not that you had spoken much anyway, but still it hurt. 

“Excuse me? Uh, it was unclear if the gate was the front–” He stopped abruptly, missing a porch step and managing to call out your name in confusion just as he hit the floor. You, on the other hand, fell over on your arms just as the realization set in.

“Ow. Jesus.” “Fuck’s sake.” The two of you spoke at the same time.

Neither of you had stood yet, but you craned your neck at him as Demetri called your name out again– from his spot on the ground.

 “Are you… what are you– you know karate?”

Instead of responding, you groaned out in pain. “Mhm. Little.”

You’d fallen quite awkwardly, hurting your shoulder in the process, so by the time you had fixed yourself, you opted to stay on the floor. It was infuriating. Instead of actually trying to help either of you, everyone in the yard simply passed looks. From you, to Demetri, and then to each other. Sam and Robby’s eyebrows lifted so high you were shocked they managed to stay on their faces. Your father seemed mostly confused, but Sam chewed on her bottom lip in an attempt to swallow the shit-eating grin that was pushing its way out. 

“Thanks,” You said, shooting a glare at the two people beside you. “I appreciate the absolute lack of worry on everyone’s faces right now.”

“I’m” –Demetri started, voice frantic and cracking as he moved forward slowly. It was odd. You couldn’t recall the two of you ever having spoken more than a few words to each other at once. –“You’re… you were in the Coding Club.”

“Correction. I am in the Coding Club.” You smiled at him, patting your knees clean as you stood up. You leaned forward ever so slightly, “You’re the one that quit.”

His eyes go wide and his face runs red. And that is precisely where your story would start. 

–

Demetri seems pretty obsessive in general, so the two of you would be attached by the hip, regardless of whether or not either of you were aware of each others interest. Mr. LaRusso would probably lose his mind at the idea that he started a dojo just for his male students to be infatuated with his daughters. The arguments would probably start with a lot of, “I’m running a dojo, not a fucking dating show!”

Demetri x OlderLaRusso!Reader would also be incredible bc it would have such an intense change on the dojo wars!!! Demetri would be so caught up in trying to spend time with you that he wouldn’t give so much attention to Hawk’s shenanigans. The mall fight would probably change a ton. Demetri still would have submitted that Yelp review, but the mall scene would’ve gone a little differently because instead of third wheeling Sam and Robby, he’d be following you around like a lost puppy. 

I also love the idea that Hawk– who very likely also had a small crush on you at some point– is fucking flabbergasted when he sees the two of you together at the mall. Maybe the two of you are laughing over some ridiculous comic, or he finds you just as your hands graze. At this point in his journey, he definitely wouldn’t care, but I think he’d resent the idea that Demetri is allowed to have any sort of romantic interest as a nerd. If Hawk wasn’t good enough, then Demetri shouldn’t be either. 

Ugh, I love the little emotional journey those boys go through. 

ANYWHO. 

Even if Hawk is fully infatuated with Moon at this point, seeing you with Demetri would fuel his rage. I'm also fairly certain that seeing you would trigger some sort of response from the Eli that knew you.

You would be a reminder of who he used to be, but especially who the three of you were together. Oh he definitely would have also been into you, because why wouldn't he be? Those boys did everything together. It was probably this sort of "We can both like her because she'd never date either of us" rule. Like a celebrity crush lol

Not only did you fucking like Demetri, but you were incredible at karate. How? Who taught you?

Imagine Hawk’s shock at getting his ass handed to him by the shy girl who led half of the Coding Club meetings? The realization that you're not only better than him at karate, but very obviously into Demetri, who has done absolutely nothing to be worthy of having positive attention would drive him insane. The fact that you did all this while still being entirely unashamed of your "nerd" title would not help.

Demetri’s shock, I think, would go something like this:

“I thought you said you weren’t good at karate?” He’d say as he hides behind a rack of sunglasses. You’d run towards him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards where Sam and Robby should be. 

“I’m not. You’re just…”

“Okay! I get it!” He’d interrupt, face red and horrified. 

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You can probably tell that I'm not used to writing in head-canon style lol I think I am more comfortable with little scenes? I also ran out of ideas bc it's been a while since I've seen the show, but I'm planning on a rewatch soon. SO if you enjoyed this at all and want anything specific pls let me know! I'm not very comfortable with x Reader but I would like to be!

Thank you for the req, and again-- so sorry for the wait!

[winwintea]

the last hope - lee mark

PAIRING ▸ soldier!lee mark x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, angst, lots of angst, supernatural, wayyy too much angst

WARNINGS ▸ angst. and character death

SUMMARY ▸ [part of the last love series!] you've fallen in love with the mark, the soldier who wishes to protect the country. His life is a brilliantly burning flame, whereas yours is nearly completely, gone. no matter how much pain it causes, you'll never love another like him. even as he walks away to his main purpose in life.

WORD COUNT ▸2.8k (not proofread 😭)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ suffer pt 2

PROLOGUE | MASTERLIST

Recently, your mornings-or more so, your afternoons had become quite a little circus. You hoped he might have woken himself up today, but he’s deep asleep, yet again.

Mark lay in his bed. Blankets upon him like snow drifts, burying him completely. “...Mark? Mark, it is afternoon. You must wake up.” There was no response from the pile to indicate anything was even alive under there. That’s fair. You’d learned by now that just calling his name wasn’t enough to wake him. You sighed in preparation for this trial, gripped his blankets, and yanked them up off him.

“Mmm? Oh… it’s you. Hi.” Mark just yawned, stretched, and grinned at you with an effortlessly charming smile.

“I swear I will send Ricky in to wake you up! He doesn’t seem to mind it.” “...I prefer you.” “What did you just say?” “I prefer when you wake me up. No matter how I slept, I always feel better when I wake up and see your face.”

“Is that so..?” “Yeah.” When he smiled, Mark was the sunlight filtering through a canopy of trees. There was an honesty to him that made you trust him. Which was how you knew he had somehow come to enjoy himself here. For he certainly didn’t smile at the beginning of his stay.

It was a surprise to yourself as well when Ricky lured Mark and the other humans here, hoping you might turn one of them. Out of all of our human “guests,” Mark was the most adamant about leaving. When you explained about the magic of this mansion and offered your sincerest apologies for Ricky’s actions- Mark accepted them. He began to let down his guard around you and gradually came to treat you as a dear companion. You hadn’t spoken so freely to anyone since you lost your family. With Mark, you felt closer to the self you lost so long ago. When Mark laughed and what a laugh it was- laughter crept out of yourself as well. His love of life illuminated the centuries old ennui that had wrapped itself around your heart. “Y/N? You’ve gone quiet.” “I’m sorry. My mind was wandering” You knew there could be no one in the world like Mark, just as he knew there was no one in the world left like me. “I believe I hear Ricky calling, I must go…”

“Wait!” Mark touched your wrist. “Will I see you tonight at our usual place?”

At your acknowledgement, he smiled. You left Mark’s room, touched your wrist where he’d touched you, and sighed. Humans are so warm. Or perhaps this is just Mark’s warmth you feel? You hadn’t expected it to happen, but it appears that after all this time, you’d fallen in love. You thought you knew better than to pine after mortals. And with no one else like yourself in the world, you sealed yourself off from ALL love. But love found it’s way to you. And it was both wonderful and confusing.

—

When the moon had risen in the sky, you headed towards “your usual place” to see Mark. “There you are, Y/N. I was wondering when you’d show up.” “I’m sorry. Did I keep you waiting?” “Only by about two hours”

"Two hours?! I did not! It's just barely sunset!"

"I'm teasing you! Let's sit down.” Mark was laughing at his joke; you looked at him wryly before sitting next to him by the window, here in your "usual place." While you couldn't provide Mark an exit, You’d given him full use of this garret. It had the view farthest outside the mansion… “What would you like to hear today?"

"I always enjoy your stories of the city."

"You're not tired of listening to me ramble on about it? ...Very well. It's your choice.” you watched the light in his eyes as he spoke animatedly about his home and life there. 

And you remembered your first conversation here..

"...You're still searching for an exit, I see. Why have you been in such a hurry to leave?"

"You ask me that, after trapping me here?!"

"I apologize again. But there's truly nothing I can do to release you until the month is up."

"…..But I must return. Somehow. There's something important I have to protect...My people. I am a soldier. I don't know how much news you get here, but the fighting continues to grow worse every day. ..The people live in terror. I have to protect them; to restore peace to this country. I know this country and her people will see the sun rise again. I believe in that. But I've also heard the whispers. I fear something horrible will sweep across the country before that happens. That is why I cannot remain stuck here while more innocents fall!” 

You felt the truth of his words; when he spoke, it was like you beheld that glorious sunrise in him. “Mark, I know this cannot atone for your entrapment, but I assure you, in a month, when the full moon comes- ...I will do nothing to impede your exit from this mansion; I will do all in my power to see you back safely to your home.”

“...Do you promise that?"

“I promise.” you were sure he would save his people-Mark, who burned bright as a flame. Your own flame was dying. To keep it going by feeding off of his-to take him away from where he needed to be-was wrong.

...It's funny to think back and realize. I'd fallen in love with him that very night.

"And as for the flowers, the old woman said-" You gazed at him, wondering how peaceful it would be if you could spend my last moments in his arms, listening to his voice…

“Y/N?”

“Hmm. Yes?” 

Mark’s hand came to rest upon your cheek. "Is something the matter?" As he touched your cheek, his pearl brown eyes gazed into yours.

"...No. Why do you ask?"

"You looked very sad for a moment.”

"You must have been imagining it." His hand drifted away. The more time you spend together, the more your feelings grow beyond your control. But it could not-should not be. You pushed your love for him down where you’d kept all the other precious memories from your life.

"The full moon is coming."

"..That's right. In just four days. "You don't need to worry, Mark. I haven't forgotten my promise. You'll go free and return to the city where-"

"What will happen to you?"

"...What do you mean?"

"What will happen to you once I and the others leave this place?" If you fail to turn a human by the full moon, your body will fail and you will die.

The knowledge of your fate would not change your decision. No. More than your decision and your beliefs, it was your love for Mark that rendered it impossible for you to turn him. You would want to uplift him, if it were possible. Not to expose him to the worst experiences of your own life.

"Why, nothing will happen." You waited a moment to see if the lie worked. "It will just go back to being Ricky and I, living here as we have for centuries. Oh, but I must make sure he doesn't get it in his head to lure anyone else here!” you cut yourself off there; anymore and it would feel like guilty rambling.

To your relief, Mark smiled. "...Nothing will change for you, then? If that's the case, then I will fight hard so that you, too, may continue to live in peace.”

"You'll fight...for me?"

"You might not be aware of the fighting going on right now, but that doesn't mean you'll be safe in this forest forever. But I will make sure that you and this mansion are protected, for as long as I am alive.” He carries so much already, yet he would add you to the things he wishes to protect? What a beautiful gift. 

"...Thank you, Mark..."

“You are welcome.”

—

Mark talked to you of his life in the world beyond this forest, until he felt your head touch his shoulder “..Y/N? Are you asleep?"

All he heard in response was your soft breathing. Mark touched a kiss to your brow. You continued to sleep peacefully, and he smiled gently at you. 

“...I had not imagined I would fall so deeply in love with you." His quiet voice melted into the night…

—

You had fallen asleep sometime during

Mark’s story. He woke you when the night turned cold. We bid each other adieu and you returned to your room, only to be greeted by Ricky.

"Madam, I did not expect to find you up and about so late”

"Do not fret. I'm on my way to bed. I fell asleep while talking with Mark."

"…..You fell asleep in front of him? How curious. You always shoo me off long before you're ready to sleep.”

"Yes. And I would do so to any other. You're right, it is strange that I slept in his presence.”

"...Or fortuitous. Madam, once more I implore you. With what little time you have left-!"

"Ricky, I cannot turn him. No matter how much I've opened my heart to him. No matter if I love him.”

“Then what is so wrong with extending his lifespan? I don't regret being turned. Except that I might live to see your end..” The ever stoic Ricky now pleaded with you.

 "I know you would rather see me live. …..That is how I feel about Mark. I would not force the sun to stay in the sky, day and night, until it burns itself cold. I wouldn't simply be ending his existence as a mortal, Ricky. Mark treasures his life. I would be destroying him!"

“My lady…”

"..Now it is late and we both should rest. Good night, Ricky.” It hurt to refuse Ricky, who had cared for you for so long. And it hurt to lie to Mark, whom you would soon say goodbye to forever… You hadn't expected after so many decades of sorrow you could still feel a pain this sharp..

—

Finally, the night came. The others had left as soon as the gates had opened… but you held Mark up for only a minute, so that you could give him a proper goodbye.

"The stables?"

"Yes, there's something I'd like to give you. A parting gift of sorts." You released your beloved steed, Suzanne, already saddled for a long ride, from her paddock. “I… want you to take Suzanne with you when you leave. She is yours now, Mark."

"Take Suzanne? I...cannot accept. She is too precious of a gift."

"That is exactly why I want you to have her."

"You have a long road ahead of you, Mark. Longer than the path out of these woods, and more treacherous." His eyes spoke his understanding "I fear for the injuries you may take; both the physical wounds, and the ones to your heart. I have seen many wars before retreating here. I know what they cost those who fight. And those who defend." He had told you much of his life; was he surprised to know we shared this? "Suzanne-she will protect you from all that would seek to harm you."

"...Thank you. I will take good care of her." You handed him the bridle. His hand stopped to rest on yours before the exchange. 

…That will be the last time we touch. This is the last time we’ll see each other.

Over a hundred thousand days accrued in your memory. You begged this moment to become one. "...You must get going. The magic of this place is fickle. You wouldn't want to be trapped here for another month, would you?"

"Yes, I understand." Mark looked at you, his pearl eyes catching the light of the last full moon. "…Will I be able to return here at some other point? To see you?"

"What?"

“...I can't imagine sleeping as well without you to wake me up. And Suzanne will miss you...No, that's not at all what I mean to say-" Mark seemed bashful. “Y/N.” Finding himself, he met your eyes. "I do not fear the battles that await me when I think you might be here waiting for me at the end. I want to see you again. I want you to promise that we'll see each other again."

I am afraid...I cannot make that promise without tears in my eyes…

Your eyes stung with heat. You fought back the drops that threated to spill. You really should tell him to forget this place and never come back. But if you want him to be safe against all the dangers he will face, then perhaps this promise is the best way to ensure that? 

"...Unless, you do not wish-"

"I promise! I promise I'll see you again." 

Mark smiled in relief and took your hand. "Just don't break your side of the promise. All right?"

"And incur the wrath of this city’s greatest soldier? I didn't get to be the last eterni by being a fool, you know!"

"Is that so? I figured you were the last because you were so much scarier than the rest!"

I love you so much, my clever soldier.

Of all the years you’d lived, these few minutes on the last night of your life were the happiest. If you turned to dust now, you would not regret it. But for one thing “...I'd like you to promise me one last thing."

"Anything.”

“..Live. Outlive everything that would try to harm you or put out your fire. Live as long as you possibly can!"

"I promise. I will live until I am old and tired and gray, and then I will live some more." We smiled at that. And then it was time to let go. We released each other's hands. "I will see you again, Y/N. Goodbye.”

“Yes. Goodbye…” Mark mounted up and gave you a last smile before riding off into the forest.

Your life was over. But you want all the happiness that you might have enjoyed, had you lived, to go to him. You watched until Mark was a distant shadow amidst the trees. Then you fell to the ground, your body collapsing as you did.

 ..This is...the end…

Weakly, you lifted your hand, thinking of Mark’s hand touching it as you did.

I wish...I could have…..kept…..our...promise…

—

..Many, many years passed. Mark, mighty soldier of the Regiment had become something of a legend among the people of the City. His success helped him rise through the ranks, and that, in turn, helped him to protect more people…

"I heard you'd barely said a word to your staff officers before running off. Did you go to your mansion in the woods again?"

"I might have.”

"And? Was she there this time?"

"…..No. It was empty as it's ever been. Like any old house that's been abandoned. I still don't know what could have happened..." 

Lee Donghyuck looked at his commanding officer and good friend and sighed. "Why do you still keep going, time and time again, year after year? Most men take their leave to find their reason to live. You come back from yours like you've just died.”

"Always so critical of me, Donghyuck."

Mark laughed a bright but somewhat tired laugh and looked up at the sky. "…..Honestly, it feels that way. That I'm being torn apart, piece by piece. But until the last piece of me is gone, I will keep our promise. I will see her again."

"What if she's truly gone?"

"…..Not while I remember her. Not while I believe. And not while I wait. I've never loved another like I loved her.. So I will keep searching. Until I am old and tired and gray. And then I will search some more.”

"I've seen you win fights with the worst odds, scraping together every ounce of life you could. You don't know how to waste” The two men exchanged a look of understanding. Just then, Suzanne raised her head and whinnied. Mark looked curiously at his horse, who seemed desperate to chase after something, though neither man could see what.

"...Donghyuck, I think Suzanne wants me to take her out for a little ride. I'II be back!" Mark let Suzanne guide the way. Running. Running toward some unknown destination… 

— 

She stopped at a hillside. Flowers covered the grass like a carpet. Standing in the center of it all like the jewel on a crown was a lone girl. She had her back turned to Mark, not having noticed his arrival. Even from this distance, she looked so familiar. 

"...Pardon, miss.”

Slowly, the young woman turned around. 

But it wasn’t you. 

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To the Statement Abnegation Community

Hello all - author of StAb here. About two weeks ago now, I deleted the 400-person Discord server, orphaned the fic, scrapped any plans for the next fic I was working on, and severed contact with the community. Since then, only a select few people have been aware of my reasoning behind this, and after a couple weeks of hard work and encouragement from my dear friends and remaining community members, I have put together a document detailing the entirety of what's going on in as much detail as I can manage.

If you're interested in reading this doc, it'll be linked at the bottom of this post. I hope it provides everyone who was left lost and confused with a newfound sense of clarity and hope for the future. Be warned - this doc is exceedingly long and deals with some incredibly heavy topics. A trigger warning and a link to some helpful resources are at the very top of the doc.

At this point, a small portion of our community has reunited and we are working on picking up all the pieces. I doubt I will ever be able to run a large and fully public place again, but if you're interested in rejoining us after reading up on everything that happened, please contact me through Tumblr here. I'm not used to this site and not really sure how it works, but I promise I'll find a way to bring you to the rest of us. If you try to reach me anywhere else, you probably won't have any luck (fic is orphaned and my Discord account is not accepting any friend requests or DMs.)

Anyway, enough yapping - the doc is linked below. Even if you end up not reading the entire thing, please read the very last section (Conclusion) as I left a message for everyone who I met and enjoyed the company of over the month and a half our little corner of the internet existed. I'll love all of you forever and will truly always treasure all of the lifelong memories we formed together. <3