#once again have wonderful day everyone!!!

[hiraethwrote]

contents : f!reader, containts spoilers, character death, mom!reader (has a son), dealing with loss, angst/slight comfort?, bittersweet, no use of y/n wc 1k an : idk what this is, but i just really love satoru and feel sentimental about him... i am not very happy with it but it's something

“mama, i don’t remember this!”

when you turn to look up, you’re staring directly at a photo you have not seen in a long time. once it sinks in just what picture it is you’re looking at, a soft smile grows on your face before meeting your son’s gaze.

no wonder he was confused, because the slightly crinkled picture he had managed to find wasn’t of him, despite the kid being nearly identical to himself. had it not been for the fact that you knew it wasn’t your son who was staring back at you on the piece of paper, it would have fooled you too.

“‘s because it’s not you, sweetheart,” you smile. “come here,” he doesn’t hesitate to scatter over with tiny steps, before you gently lift him into your lap, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at the picture together.

you had nearly forgotten the picture even existed, hid away with other tokens of your late love.

it was a rather simple picture, one from when satoru was just a child, long before you had the privilege of loving him. standing straight and proud, a young satoru was smiling at you, a toothless grin stretching so far across his face that his eyes were squeezed shut.

“it’s your daddy,” you sigh as your son leans back against you. “i think he’s a little older here than you are know.”

“he looks just like me!” excitement carrying his words.

and he did. same tufts of white hair that were always sticking in every direction. same warm smile that greeted everyone he encountered. same kind eyes that never lied.

“do you miss him?”

you turn to look at him, meeting familiar blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours on end. “every day,” you say simply, a sad smile painting your lips.

never letting your eyes leave your son’s face, you notice how his eyebrows narrow slightly and he turns his attention back to the photo. “i wish i met him.”

“me too, baby.” it came out quiet as a whisper, leaning forward to press a soft peck at his temple. “but he’s not gone gone.”

“what do you mean not gone gone?”

“well,” taking a deep breath, sensing how your eyes slowly started to turn glossy with tears. “he lives on in me, in my memory,” you say softly. “and in you,” grabbing his soft cheeks and rubbing your nose against his, causing a delightful little giggle to fill the space. “and all around.”

“all around?” he asks, the confused line between his brows deepening.

“i like to think so. for example, on sunny days i am sure he’s in the sunlight that kisses your skin, keeping you warm and safe. and you know when the wind is blowing so loud we hear it in the walls?”

“mhm,” he nods enthusiastically.

“i’m sure that’s your dad talking,” you laugh a little to yourself. “my god, how he used to talk. all the time.”

you keep looking for at the picture, reminding you of a time where you were able to enjoy the privilege of his strong arms around you, protecting you from any potential harm. it always amazed you, that despite everything he was put through, he was still soft and kind — truly one of his many brilliant qualities that he hadn’t let the world that was so cruel to him, tarnish him completely.

“he’s also in the rain,” you say, your voice falling back to a whisper when he turns to look at you again. you capture his eyes, trying to force a smile as his big eyes stare back at you with such curiosity. “you know how you’ve sometimes seen mommy just stand outside when it’s raining?” he nods. “i miss your dad more than anything, and it makes me sad sometimes. so when it rains, i like to go outside and feel the little droplets hit my face. i thinks it’s how he shows me he is still here, comforting me. sharing my pain so i don’t feel it on my own.”

you don’t even notice the shy tear that has rolled down your cheek until he reaches his small hand to gently wipe it away. “i don’t want you to be sad,” his voice is so full of compassion, wondering how such a small person could have such a big heart — he got that from satoru too.

“it’s okay to be sad sometimes,” you assure him. “it just proves that all i felt for your dad was real.”

he doesn’t seem to understand it fully, but you can’t blame him. he’s still just a kid after all. but as time pass, he'll grow up, it will all eventually make sense to him.

“mama?”

“yes, baby?”

“you’ve said before you talk to him.”

“yeah, all the time.”

“you think i can talk to him too?” your lips instantly start to tremble in an unsteady smile.

you nod slowly before pulling him closer, pressing your cheek against his. “of course! i think he would be happy to hear you talking to him.”

“where do you think he is now?” the loaded question comes out so innocently, unable to stop how you huff a breath, trying to find the right words that would give an answer a child could comprehend.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, “but wherever he is, i hope he’s resting. that’s the least he deserves.”

with his eyes on the picture again, he gently wiggles out of your arms. his kindness steers his hand to dry more of your tears, again causing your lips to curve into a small smile.

“if it’s okay, i think i’m going to go talk to dad.”

“say hi to him from me, okay?” he nods, flashing you a grin similar to the one satoru bore in the picture in your hands. and he runs off into the garden, standing in the exact spot you so often find yourself in.

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[shrimpybbq]

you gotta believe me, baby

synopsis: when a stray bag of coke is found in rafe’s drawer, rafe’s fiancée grapples with its implications

The young woman trifled through Rafe’s desk, the pen he requested lost deep amongst his amalgamation of items. Frustratingly, she kept searching until her gaze landed on a small item strewn under a notebook, the clear bag reflecting in the light. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating. The small bag and its contents were instantly recognisable to the woman, her having seen her fiancé with it many a time. Except instead of keeping it hidden under a book, he would have the white powder diced and sorted into hefty lines on a table, a rolled up $50 set aside ready to help him snort it.

She remained still for a moment before tentatively reaching for the bag, as if it would suddenly change its contents if she waited long enough. And yet, as she picked the bag up it felt like a long forgotten truth was slapping her in the face. Of course it was coke. The woman pondered the situation for a moment for she was sure Rafe was clean - but then again, he had been under an increasing amount of stress lately. Cameron Development had been taking up all of his time, as had the move, so would it really be that far-fetched for him to start using again?

Soon, she began pacing around the room, her mind beginning to catastrophise the situation. It had been so hard to get through each day when Rafe was high, his constantly shifting mood and irritable personality making him intolerable to be around. Her mind flashed to the moments alone, trying to soothe a colicky baby that cried and cried alone in the guest room while Rafe spent his evenings getting high with Barry. She'd never felt so alone and isolated. She had no-one: Her parent's were a no-go, Ward and Rose could only help so much, and Sarah was busy being a teenager. Sometimes, it was as if Wheezie was her only friend, always loving to play with her nephew even if only for a moment. In those moments, she had wondered if any of it was worth it - maybe everyone would be better off if she left to the mainland to live with her aunt, removing her presence from Kildare completely. Rafe hadn’t wanted Charlie in the beginning, not really, and as she cried alone in tandem with her son, she felt it.

Rafe had called out his fiancée’s name three times by now, only to receive nothing in response. Initially assuming she had been sidetracked, it was only once he finally ambled over to his study did he realise the true cause of her silence. Rafe froze at the sight of the bag of white powder flung haphazardly atop his papers, his heart racing as a chill spread across his body. Shit shit shit.

Rafe’s panicked gaze met hers suddenly, each expressing a multitude of worries. Rafe watched as his sweet girl looked at him, so defeated and dejected, her shoulders slumped as she faced him. Initial words began to leave her mouth, only to be swiftly cut off by her partner,

“Baby, please, you gotta let me explain, ok?” Rafe was pleading with her, a tone he rarely utilised unless in the most dire of situations, “it’s not mine.”

Her eyes, once shifted towards the window, snapped back to his frame. “It’s in your desk Rafe! Whose else would it be?”

“Fuck, uh- fuck ok, well it is mine, but it’s not like I bought it last week. Shit, that sounds bad, I didn’t-” Rafe sputtered, his logical explanation getting muddled up as his anxiety grew. He could tell his fiancée didn’t believe it if the tears beginning to escape were any indication.

“Rafe, please, just tell me the truth. You owe me that much,” she pleaded. Rafe felt his heart shatter at the desperation she could not hold back.

“I had this desk moved from my dad’s office, ok? Whenever he used to catch me doing coke, he would lock my supply up in his desk in his attempt to get me clean - not that that ever fuckin’ worked,” he began to explain, “I never even properly cleaned out his desk, baby. I figured he would have something written down that would provide some of his infinite wisdom bullshit that would help me in the future, so I just didn’t touch anything.”

The young woman stared at the Cameron opposite her, feeling rooted to her spot as he answered her questions. Truthfully, she remembered Rafe’s occasional complaining about his dad’s attempts to control his drug habit. She could never truly comfort him properly when she silently thanked Ward, but his statement rang true in her mind. It was plausible that Rafe really hadn’t touched his dad’s things.

“Come on baby, you have to believe me! You really think I would throw all of this,” Rafe gestured, arms outstretched, “us, our family - away for a few fuckin’ ounces of coke? I got better and that’s because of you, because of you being there for me and the kids and - baby please, I’m telling the truth.”

As Rafe begged and pleaded, he had made his way to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his as his fingers gripped hers tightly. She looked up at him, tears still spilling down her cheeks. He had gotten better - ever since they arrived in Guadeloupe, she hadn’t seen him touch cocaine. Alcohol, sure, but even Topper offering him coke at a party had seemingly rolled off his back.

“You’re not lying to me? You swear it? On the kids lives?” She begged, needing to hear him say it again. She wanted to believe him so badly.

“I promise baby, I swear to god. I swear that I haven’t touched that shit in a year. Please, I’m telling the truth baby.”

With his final plea, she felt her heartbeat begin to slow, its return to normal allowing her to breathe properly once more. A large exhale left her body before she flung herself against Rafe, her arms wrapping around his torso. His arms immediately returned the gesture, comfortingly rubbing up and down her back.

“I can’t do that shit again, Rafe. Ok?” She muttered, her voice muffled against his shirt. He leaned down to gently stroke her hair before placing a tender kiss in her hair.

“You don’t need to worry about that anymore. I’m different now, for you and for our family. You can rely on me, ok? I’m always gonna be here for you,” Rafe stated firmly, his words filled with conviction. He felt a small smile tug at his lips as his fiancée nodded into his chest, her arms tightening around him further.

“I love you, Rafe. More than anything.”

“I love you too, baby. It’s you and me ‘till the end.”

As the pair stood in their embrace for a moment longer, they felt the tension seep away slowly and be replaced with tenderness. For such a rocky start to a relationship, the pair had watched each other grow and mature. Neither of them were perfect, but they would never give up on each other. Rafe didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was certain that the woman in his arms was his.

[yandere-romanticaa]

can you feel my heart?

❝ can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel, can you feel my heart? ❞

synopsis: Your love for Albedo burns brighter than any flame, but what happens when an imposter ruins everything? Furthermore, what else awaits once you start walking side by side with the imposter, only for him to end up falling for you instead?

yandere! imposter! albedo x gn! reader

a/n: this story was originally published back in earlyish 2022 and I haven't really touched it since. It was better received on my Quotev account, in which I also wrote a chapter two. However, I recently got the spark back to maybe continue this and if there's a demand, I'll post the 2nd chapter on here too and try to continue it.

The echoes of footsteps rang in your ears as you desperately tried to keep your vision steady and clear, but the endless amounts of ice and snow decided to make that task difficult for you. You had just recently stepped foot into Dragonspine, the urge to help out your friends too strong to stop. Amber had recently complained to you that a lot of strange things had been happening on Dragonspine and while she never dwelled on the details you could tell that something was terribly wrong. You were hardly a seasoned adventurer, if you could be even called one. Most of your commissions stemmed from collecting herbs, helping the locals, keeping guard of trade routes and simply cleaning up the great statue of Barbatos, which would take you countless hours because you did not posses a Vision. Even so you weren't too shabby with a sword and you had been on the icy mountain countless times much to everyone's surprise. Ever since the sudden Stromterror attack on the city, Albedo became a wonderful ally as he took you under his wing to show you all of the beauty and mysteries the world could offer. You sat through countless lectures, written and read endless theses and notes but you still lusted for more, just as much as Albedo did.

The only difference was, knowledge wasn't the only thing you craved in the long run.

It really wasn't that hard to fall for the alchemist, he was so oddly charming that you couldn't help but to be utterly smitten. He had his quirks that others thought were strange but you adored them, it were those little habits that made Albedo, well, Albedo. You wouldn't change anything about him. Your silent adoration came with a price, a price your poor heart just wasn't ready to pay - you had to suffer all by your lonesome. Albedo clearly did not see you in such a light, you were just a student and a friend to him. You doubted he even noticed your longing stares let alone the frantic beating of your heart.

Being in love was hard.

But not being loved back was even worse.

You silently hoped that by doing these tasks he would notice you, he would see you as his equal and hopefully more but that was asking for too much. You were willing to settle for anything, that's how desperate you were. Dragonspine was more than a training ground to you, it was a chance, a chance for you to seize and conquer the heart of the person you admired the most in this world because if you didn't, it felt as though the earth itself would open and it's jaws would swallow you whole! ...well, that is a bit dramatic but that really was how you felt. Even if you couldn't have him, even if he could not love you, just being by his side should be enough for you. Just seeing his face was more than enough to brighten your day.

And the day was yours to seize.

Straight ahead a bit higher on the path was Albedo, a small smile on his handsome face face as he outstretched his arm towards you, a sign that he was going to help you climb up further onto the mountain. You hid the blush that creeped up on you with the soft scarf that you wore, he really was a true gentleman. Times like this became incredibly precious to you as he would finally show you his softer side and you would end up falling in love all over again with him. He greeted you kindly and linked your hand with his own as he lead you down the Snow Covered Path towards the campsite, a comfortable silence between the two of you. Despite the wind and chilly ice, the sun was high up in the sky and its rays outstretched far into the horizon, the soft orange hues bathed the tall mountains in a ethereal glow that made you feel so warm on the inside. The company you had also made things even better than they already were.

"You look so happy right now, I could almost paint you."

Stopping dead in your tracks you turned to Albedo, his comment had caught you off guard. A bright smile was plastered all over his face, his eyes were glimmering with a mischief that you only saw on a few rare occasions. Still, he never said something like this to you, never. 

Archons, was your heart going to explode?

Your stunned silence started to scare him a little so he tried to comfort you by putting his hand on your shoulder, not knowing what kind of impact this entire situation left on you. You swore on your life and everything you ever owned that if a boulder just fell from the sky and crushed you to bits you would die happy. 

Making haste, you quickly ran in front of him, telling him to hurry up unless he wants to stay here out in the open until the sun sets, making this place even more dangerous than it already was. He laughed a little and caught up with you, making sure to throw some snow at you while he could. The two of you walked like that for a while, just enjoying the scenery and each others company before it was time to buckle up and get serious. It was so refreshing to see him like this, so happy and carefree. He was oddly chatty with you today though, which wasn't too unusual but it was indeed noticable. Albedo usually stated the facts and the truth, with the occasional joke if he was in the mood for it but he seemed to be quite talkative today, not that you complained. He asked you how your day was and what you did, while also sharing his own activities with you. He didn't have a lot of time to paint today unfortunately but he did finally manage to get some of his notes and experiments in order, allowing him for more free time in the upcoming days. Still chatting away with him you made sure to take the turn you usually took to get to his camp but before you could he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. Odd, you thought to yourself.

"Your camp is right here, isn't it? We always take the turn here, I know we do." 

"It is but... I was having some issues so I had to switch locations, unfortunately. Here, come this way instead."

Gripping your wrist a little too tight than you would have liked, Albedo randomly just shoved you into the opposite direction, leaving you confused, downright dazed. You could have sworn that you saw some fire flickering near the entrance but you couldn't even comment on it with how hard and fast he was going right now. The happy atmosphere shifted into this very tense and awkward one, the sheer quietness was so thick you could almost cut it with a butter knife. Only the sound of your footsteps and of the bustling wind remained. You were tempted to speak up but you ended up opposing the idea as Albedo was in a very troubled mood. Was his camp raided, did someone steal something that wasn't supposed to be seen? Albedo did have quite a lot of strange but powerful things lying around the place, it's possible that someone stole some of his notes or tampered with his projects while he was outside of the hideout. Yes that must be it, you reasoned with yourself. Why else would he be acting like this? 

"We're here."

Huh, well that was fast. 

The new camp was located on the opposite side of the mountain and it was buried deep inside of a hard to find cave but he was smart enough to leave a few scratch marks on the wall in order for it to be identified. Not so large to be remembered by random travelers but not too small to be forgotten by him either. Quite smart of him, as usual. 

Letting go of your hand, he offered to take your coat off your hands while you made yourself warmer by the fire. Letting out a sigh of relief you allow the soft flames to tickle your chilly fingers. The sudden smell of meat being cooked overtook your senses, causing you to let out a cheerful laugh. Turning your head to the side you noticed Albedo tending to his own flame, a nice, large black pot was placed over it, filled with meat and hearty veggies, perfect for a delicious stew. His eyes sparkled with joy as he grabbed a nearby spoon and carefully stirred the stew, the intense smell of it even made his stomach grumble. A comfortable silence overcame the two of you, much to your relief. That earlier interaction made you feel a little tense but it was nice seeing him in high spirits again, even a genius like him gets lonely from time to time, you pondered to yourself. Your train of thought was stopped suddenly once you noticed the unsatisfied scowl on Albedo's pretty face. Frustration was written all over it as he suddenly stood up from his chair and grabbed his jacket and bag.

"I need to go out and get a herb or two, I'll be back before you know it. There should be some nearby, they'll make the stew that much more delicious."

With his back turned to you he started walking towards the exit, but before he left he had one final thing to say to you.

"Feel free to stir that thing every once and a while, maybe even read a book if you get too bored. But don't touch anything on that table in the corner, okay?"

His tone was gentle and the request was simple so you nodded with a smile on your face, saluting him in the process. With a chuckle he turned his back to you once more as he existed the cave, his footsteps were getting farther and farther away from the cave.

Soon enough you were all by your lonesome, your only companions being the few scraps of paper that were littered on the ground, the boiling pot and the crackling fire that sat next to you. You grabbed the wooden spoon and examined it in your hand, while also keeping an eye on the stew. The hearty smell made your tummy grumble which caused you to let out a semi loud groan as you dramatically held your stomach with your free hand, your eyes still zoned in on the food. You sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet. It didn't take long for your stomach to act out again, begging you to just eat something. Besides, who knew when Albedo was coming back anyway. He was definitely more familiar with the mountain and terrain than you were but that still didn't change the fact that you were starving. 

Standing up from the chair you decided to look around for something to munch on before your companion turned up once more. There were a couple of old oak tables in the cave with thousands of books and even more notes scattered across their surfaces, a clear sign that Albedo had been quite busy for a while now. You quickly scanned through everything but nothing caught your eye, to top it off there was no food in sight. He probably used up the rest of his leftover supplies to cook this little feast that was bubbling away in the corner, but you digress. 

Your fingers gently traced the edges of the tables as you occasionally stopped to go through the various documents, even tidying up little areas here and there. Albedo really could be sloppy sometimes which why you took this tiny liberty. As you stood there with several books in your hands you couldn't help but to look at the table in corner, the one table Albedo warned you not to go anywhere near. You first turned your head to the side, a little angry at yourself for even letting the curious thought wander into your mind but the more you wandered around, the more fidgety you became. For starters that table was suspiciously tidier than the rest but somehow had even more junk on it compared to the others. An old lamp was on it, the wick inside of it was clearly lit not too long ago. You didn't even notice that the sun had started to set and just how colder and darker your surroundings had become. The only heat source was the fire that cooked your dinner, but even that threatened to go out any moment now. You had some matches in your pocket, surely you could light up this one lantern... right? You cautiously walked towards the forbidden corner, the contents on it remaining a complete mystery to you due to the darkness that continued to expand all around you. You were barely able to make out the small lantern, it's lid already open a little bit. You reached out to your pocket and took out your matches and tried to light them up. The first one went out almost immediately. The second one stayed lit for a few seconds but before you could even get it close to the lantern, it also faded. Grumbling to yourself, you grabbed a third match and prayed to the Archons to just let you light this stupid thing already. With a steady motion, you carefully tried to grab the lantern with your other free hand but you didn't even realize just how shaky you were. The match suddenly slipped right past your fingers and the lit flame fell onto the papers that were beneath you. With a shriek you picked everything up hastily while also trying to repair the damages you stupidity caused. You cursed yourself for your clumsiness, who knew how Albedo was going to react? He even told you not to go near this dumb table, you really should have listened to him... He was definitely going to notice what you did, so, you might as well try fixing them up while you could... That would hopefully make him a little less angry with you.

Stepping closer to the entrance, you held the papers tightly to your chest as the strong wind almost knocked you over, but your determination was unwavering. You were going to fix this mess and that's final. With the few glimmers of light you finally looked at the contents of the papers, but instead of the usual notes that you were used to you were met with something much more... gruesome.

With a shriek, you threw the papers to the ground, but your eyes remained glued to them none the less. Icy chills coarsed through your veins as you looked at the images that were staring back at you, another scream threatening to break out. 

On the ground was a drawing of a mutilated Albedo, with another Albedo that was standing above him with a bloody sword in his hand and a devilish sneer on his lips. The image itself was already disturbing, but it were the little details what caused you to freak out so much. The look of absolute fear in his eyes, the organs that were ripped apart from his stomach and were tossed so carelessly to the ground. His intestine decorated the bottom part of the page like grass as the Albedo above him held his weapon, his sneer forever engraved in your mind. You didn't even notice him holding a bloody heart in his other hand, the fist was high up in the air, like it was being shot up into the moon. 

With shaky knees you crouched and took the papers in your hands and examined all of them. Some contained notes in a language which you could not decipher, the sharp penmanship made you woozy. Other pieces of parchment contained more drawings, each more disturbing than the last one. Human hearts, the general human anatomy, several scenes across Dragonspine were all drawn with a simple pencil but what stuck out the most were the portraits of Albedo, Sucrose and yourself. All of them were done with pristine detail, there was obvious care put into every little line. You sprinted towards the table, your anxiety skyrocketing beyond the roof, You moved everything around, hoping to find something that would explain the gory and eerie drawings but instead of answers you were met with even more questions - several pictures were hung up on the wall in front of you, all of them had Albedo as the center focus. It was him walking, eating, studying, drawing, sleeping, living...

It was beyond disturbing.

There were hundreds of little notes stuck and hidden in any corner of the table, all of which contained information about Albedo and his life. His height, his clothing, weight, everything was there. Your lungs felt like ice as you hyperventilated, your mind just couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why was he keeping so many methodical notes about himself, what was up with these sick drawings? Sick, there really was no other word to describe them. Repulsive, disgusting, sick, it was too much to handle.

To add more fuel to the fire, you suddenly felt a thin blade being pressed against your neck.

[365granitegirlx]

⋆☀︎｡Smile Back ... At Me ⏾⋆.˚

Grumpy!Vessel x Sunshine!Reader

grumpy/sunshine, sickfic, housemates, fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff goes smut

a/n: there's easter eggs in here for three people 🧍🏻‍♀️

Taglist (that I decided I have now): @inv3ga

“No no no. Don’t do this. Please. Please!” Vessel was distraught. Panicked. Verging on crisis. He stared at himself in the mirror, white knuckling the vanity. “Get it together, Ves. Don’t…don’t.” His breath was ragged…”fuuuuuck...”

How many sneezes in a row was that? 5? Oh…oh they’re still going. You knock on the bathroom door softly. Vessel rips the door open with a scowl, his nose and eyes red from whatever irritant deigned to infect your intrepid workaholic housemate. 

“What?” He asks, deadpan.

“I heard you sneeze like…8 times in a row. That’s concerning.”

“Yes. Thank you, doctor. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get cleaned up and go to work.” He looks you up and down. “Think you ought to do the same?”

You look down for a second at your pjs and gasp. Work? “Oh shit! I…hey… wait a minute!” Vessel just titters as he splashes some water on his face. “It’s my day off!” Again, he chuckles and pushes past you. “You know for someone so crotchety with me you sure know a lot about my schedule!” But he’s already down the hall. Of the housemates, Ves was the one you had the least positive interactions with…and yet…you saw each other the most. It just worked out that way with your schedules. Ves could go to the studio or work from home at will, and you seemed always to be home at the same time. 

“You’ve done this on purpose. To torment me.” Ves said once as his phone buzzed incessantly with notifications as you input your schedule in the shared housemate calendar. And, in your endlessly witty, carefree way, you responded “Aw Ves, finally you’re noticing all I do for you!” For the record, Vessel doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t really hate anyone. No. He’s just a little brusque. And short tempered. And he just likes things done a certain way, ok? You, on the other hand, seem too happy to be here. What are you plotting, he wonders sometimes. 

But today those thoughts are dulled by a throbbing pain behind his eye and the annoying feeling of his nose leaking at any moment. By 2:30, he’s ready for a 20 year long nap. He rubs his face in agony as he sits at the control panel. Usually the studio is a reprieve but one of his worst nightmares is unfolding. He’s sick. He has a cold. A sinus infection? Christ…the flu? He has to push through. He has to see this day to the end and finish this…”fuck it I’m done. I’m going home.”

“Literally just asked how the cymbals sounded, man. For fuck’s sake.” Even poor ii wasn’t safe from Vessel’s sick tirade. The two share a silent look of “the hell is wrong with you/me?” 

“Sorry mate,” Vessel rubs his temples and sniffs. “Uhm…yeah…there could be more…definition or whatever. I’ll see you lot later.” Vessel sulks out of the studio and towards the bus stop. If this was a comic strip, he’d be kicking a can with little fumes over his head. Vessel hates getting sick. It throws off his groove. Makes him unproductive. He’s no stranger to powering through but it doesn’t seem worth it this time around. This makes him feel weak. Like once he gets better he’ll need to work 10x harder just to make up for his time off. Make it up for who? Well…the label, for one thing. And ii. Part of his brain says “it’s only for yourself,” but he pushes that aside. Yeah he’s proud but he still needs to prove to everyone else he’s fine. He can manage. Hasn’t he always landed on his feet? Looking out the bus window at the passing houses and buildings doesn’t provide any distraction—just more fodder for his migraine. As Vessel rests his temple against the window, his phone vibrates, but he ignores it. Whatever it is couldn’t make him feel any worse...oh but he was wrong. So very wrong.

You: I’m sure you saw this on the calendar but it’s just us for the weekend. Are you still feeling sick? Want me to get some soup? Let me know. :)

You’re not surprised Vessel doesn’t reply to you. He’s at work and, well, you’re you. As you’re about to text him again, because you reaaaaalllllly want to get a jump on ordering food, he comes through the front door. “Tsk, you look miserable.”

Vessel so badly wants to be snarky. To tell you what an astute observation you’ve made. “I am…where is everyone?” You look at him a bit quizzically and tell you texted him…and that their trip was on the calendar, etc etc. Oh the defeated sigh he lets out! The misery of being cooped up with someone so chronically pleasant might do his head in if this migraine doesn’t first. And maybe it wasn’t your best idea to follow him to his room to ask if he needed or wanted anything, if he was hungry, did he have a fever, can you do— “Have you considered leaving me alone? You’re not my mum and you’re definitely not my girlfriend! Can take care of myself just fine without you flitting about trying to fix everyone’s problems…maybe you should...” He stops himself and rubs his hand down his face with a heavy sigh. “Fuck it. It’s not worth what little energy I have. Let me know what takeaway you’re thinking.” He shuts the door and leaves you in the hall. Was he suggesting that you spend more time on others than yourself? How dare he? How dare he be right and sound mean about it. But you don’t pout long because he opens the door again, but this time his shirt is off. Your eyes trace the curve of his shoulders…down to the ridges of his chest and abs. Close enough to touch. ‘Stop…he’s sick. And your roommate.’ He sniffs hard. He’s so stopped up. “I…should not be like that. I’m sorry. Pizza?” You look away, feeling shitty after overstepping…he must be really sick if you got an immediate apology. 

“Don’t you think something like soup or…you know what? We’ll do whatever you want.” That elicits a soft smile from him...with teeth no less.. Wait…”you just smiled at me. An honest to god smile...Ves…”

“Oh, sh-shut up.”

After dinner Vessel feels…weird. His head and body hurts…he can’t even think straight. And you notice. He can barely stay awake but there’s no way he’d be comfy on the couch. His long legs…you imagine him trying to curl up and get comfortable like a big dog on a tiny bed. You take a chance and put your hand on his shoulder. “Let me help you get in bed.” He sighs heavily like you asked him to give up music. “Is it really this hard to accept some kindness?” Apparently that was a shit question because he huffs and takes himself to bed. Fine. Maybe you should leave it alone but damnit he needs help…and attention. You come into his room with your arms full.

“What are you…” But you cut him off by dumping a big blue quilt on him.

“I always always always sweat shit out with this quilt.”

“I don’t have a fever.”

“Oh well, it’ll make you feel better. And…alsooooooo…” you hand him a stuffed puppy with floppy ears and a dumb, goofy look stitched on his face. “Just give him a squeeze.” Vessel looks at the stuffed dog and the quilt but can’t seem to look at you. If anything he’s looking down and past your feet.

“As persistent as my cold, you know that?” 

“You deserve a break. Let me know if you need something…you know where I am.”

“H-hey…wait…” You look back at him, and it’s as if he’s forgotten how to breathe. Did he ever know in the first place? All he knows is that any breath he takes after this night is for something beyond the music. Beyond himself, even though his efforts there are questionable. “Sit with me…for a bit?”

And you did. All night. Waking up next to him hugging your stuffed dog under your “sick day” quilt was such a sight. His eyebrows knit together like he was thinking. It must have been a fever dream, you think, as he groans softly and clutches the dog closer. You want to reach out, move the hair off his brow, feel if he has a fever…caress him. But you have to at least act like you know better. When he blinks awake he gives a lazy smile.

“You shouldn’t have stayed in here. What if you get sick?”

“I could deal.”

“Hm. Maybe you’d accept some kindness in return?”

After his cold finally fucks off, Vessel looks at you differently. Not necessarily because you did something for him. No. There was something different. After he snapped at you, and then later after you two had a long conversation about nothing before he drifted off, Vessel noticed something behind your eyes. God, those eyes. His walls came down. He was defenseless. It’s not like you’re best friends now or anything, but he felt moved to treat you gently. Hell, to smile back at the very least. 

Late one night, long after everyone went to bed, Ves notices your bedroom light is still on. “What am I doing?” He whispers to himself, but apparently too loudly because soon you’re opening your door.

“Oh thank fuck it’s you. Thought I was hearing things.”

“Jus’ me…I…why are you up? It’s 1:30.” You shrug. There’s that look again. He has to dig. He has to pry just a little. Just like you had with him. “Can I come in?”

You nod and let him in, motioning for him to sit on the bed. He sees your laptop out and wants to ask what you were up to, but you quickly put it away. “Better question is why you’re awake, Ves.”

He smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck. “So no one has a good excuse, hm?”

“Hm.” You tease back, gently pinching his arm. He looks down at your fingers on him and his heart flutters. Ves lets his gaze drift slowly up your body…taking in every curve and slight movement before resting on your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?”

“W-w-what…? What are y-?” You try to act nonchalant. 

“Can just tell…something’s off with you.”

You sigh heavily and look up at the ceiling. “This…” you put your hands out, “is actually my natural state. Tense. Not nearly as bubbly or…like”

“A sunshine girl?”

“Yeah or…a sunshine girl.” 

Vessel looks at you with a sympathetic smile…he can see that blush dusting your pretty cheeks. He  lets his hand rest on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly but then pausing. “You’re knotted up, love. Can I…?” Without even hearing your answer, he moves behind you and rubs your shoulders. It hurts a little, only because you’re so tense. His wide hands cover your shoulders and luxuriously knead into your muscles. “What’s made you so tight,” he rasps close to your ear, “Hm? What’s eating at you?” 

You can’t help it. Your head lolls back to his chest and turns so you can look up at him. “All I do is run around taking care of business and other people. I don’t know how to care about myself.”

He can’t stop himself. Brain shutting down. Hands and lips have a mind of their own now. “I’m not gonna sit here and let you run yourself into the ground like I did. You should care about yourself…I…I could teach you…” Vessel trails his nose up your neck and kisses your ear softly before you jump up. 

“Jesus, dude, you can’t just come in here and…” but fuck it he doesn’t look precious wiping his hand down his face and hiding the strain in his pants. “Oh…fuck… actually you totally can.” Immediately you’re straddling his lap, held in place by his soft hands cupping your face…pressing you desperately into his. His kisses trail hungrily down your jaw and to your neck. He finds your pulse point and claims it with his hot, open mouthed kisses. Your hips grind against him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world…but of course, he adjusted to press his strong thigh against you...you are supposed to do this. Suddenly your thoughts are poisoned with guilt as you realize how tightly you’re squeezing his thigh and how you weren’t being exactly quiet. Vessel gently guides your head down so he can whisper to you.

“I’d take you far away from here…anywhere you wanted…just to hear it…I want to hear what I can make you say…how loud I could make you…”

“V-v-es we-...“

“Shh shh shh. It’s ok. Do you want to stop?” His voice is warm and sincere, like he’s meant to take care of you.

“No.”

“Then let me do this…for you. Some comfort…” he turns slowly to lay you on your back, “would you like that…” his fingers gently trace your breasts and tummy over your shirt… “could make you feel good…safe”…your shorts and panties are thrown off the bed…”when was the last time someone did that for you, darling? Made you cum…just to cum?”…your shirt is lifted, tits exposed to the chilly room and his starving eyes.

“Never.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he murmurs as he kisses your thighs and settles on his tummy, “no pressure for me then.” But you’re moaning softly already. You’re a live wire as the hands you’ve desperately tried to avoid fantasizing about explore your inner thighs and folds. His finger glides up and down the length of your needy pussy as he looks up at you…pure bliss etched all over his face in the dim lighting. “Atta girl, love. We’re just here to feel good. Hm?” You hear and then feel a wad of his spit hit your clit, followed by his fingers pressing against either side of it. Vessel wraps his left arm around your tummy as your body chases his touch. “Found something you like, did I?”

“Vessel,” you whisper breathlessly but it’s cut off by a strangled moan. His tongue gently darts out for little kitten licks on your clit. You don’t know if your reactions or what he’s doing is making him whimper like that, but you don’t care. Your hand caresses his hair lazily until you have to grab it and keep him in place. He’s taken your clit in his mouth…something you’ve never experienced. Forgetting every wall you placed around yourself with this man, you let your hips grind shamelessly against his perfect mouth. Vessel’s moans and hot breath nearly push you over the edge multiple times. 

“I…” he exhales, trying to catch his breath and contain himself, “am really going to enjoy this.” His middle and ring finger work into your wet cunt and find your g-spot quickly.  “That’s it…that’s it…you feel that? Feel my fingers rubbing you from the inside, yeah?” You can’t respond directly…you’re too busy squirming and whimpering fuck fuck fuck. It feels like you’re on fire as Vessel licks and sucks at your clit, your eyes rolling as your brain tries to compute that the same spot is being stimulated from different angles. It’s too much. 

“I’m yours…I’m yours….please I’m yours.”

“Mine, yeah? Good. You sound s’perfect…haven’t even had my cock.” It’s a miracle that you aren’t screaming out loud now as he sucks at your clit. Both hands tangle in his hair when he starts thrusting his hips against your bed. He moans pathetically into your clit, his hips landing soft blows into the mattress. “I…I’m sorry.” He stops and quickly pulls off his clothes…you swear you’re cumming a little just from the sight of his cock alone. “See what you do to me?” He breathes heavily, standing at your bedside with his cock throbbing without contact. “Seeing you…let yourself go… enjoying yourself… so fucking hard for you. Could cum just licking you out, babe.” You’re tempted to tell him to try it…but you feel empty.

“Make me yours…”

“How would you have me?”

You’re speechless for a second…he’s really into this. Into you feeling good. “Get on your back, angel.” Vessel does as he’s told and blushes at the pet name. He teasingly rubs his cock against your slit…tells you how tight you felt around his fingers…how good you are for him. You moan quietly…weakly…dreamily as you slide down each inch of Vessel’s cock. The stretch is beyond perfect…not uncomfortable…but still more than any stupid toy in your bedside drawer could do. You grind against him and bounce on his cock seemingly without much thought other than feeling good. And he doesn’t stop you, nor does he grab you and fuck up into your pussy. No…he just lays back like a good boy and takes it. Luxuriates in the feeling of the warm stickiness of your pussy…how it hugs his cock and threatens to drain him. You wince a little as your hips tense; still you weren’t fully relaxed despite your blissful state. 

“I’ve got you.” Vessel pulls you close to his chest, pressing your hips down. “Just lay down on me. Let me feel you.” He moans softly as you lay out, your legs scissoring with his just enough to keep his cock buried deep. Your lips crash together. You taste yourself on him…his mouth…and your mind goes even fuzzier. “Sweet girl…you like being lovey, don’t you? Hm?” His hips snap up and press into your cunt. “Little lover girl??”

“I’m…fuck I’m yours Ves…I’m your girl…”

“Let’s make it real then…” his hips thrust back and forth again before pressing deep into you, holding his cock hard against the limit of your pussy…”I’ll fill you to the fucking brim with my cum…leave my handprints on your ass…and-“

“And I’ll leave…little love bites on your chest,” you add, trying to weigh in and stave off your climax. Vessel groans out in response and holds you in place like a toy as you suck and lick at his soft skin. So much for handprints on your ass, though; he can’t help but cradle your back and head. Neither of you have ever felt this before. The soft, warm middle of equal parts wholesome chemistry and earth shattering lust. What was that in the delicate in-between? You bury your face in his neck and forget the world…forget your name…it’s just him. 

“So tight…” He gently lifts your head. “There she is…mmm. Need to see you…need you to see what you do to me.” Vessel tangles his hand in your hair to help fix your gaze on him. His throat bobs with each broken moan…god he wants to cry out for you so badly. For the way your body melts into his as he rolls his hips up and into you. For the way your slick runs out all over him, making a mess of you both. It’s all too much. You press your forehead to his and bear your hips down. Vessel grabs you and presses his hot, greedy lips to yours not just for a kiss, but to muffle the pornographic noises your pussy rips out of him. The feeling of his tongue on your lips pushes you over the edge. Your fluttering orgasm squeezes and milks Vessel’s cock for all it’s worth, causing him to fuck up into you like a rabid animal. He completely and unapologetically ruins you.

You wake up the next morning curled up against his back. He’s already awake and smiles brightly when he feels you pull him close. 

“Guess what.” He whispers. You barely mumble “hm” back to him, still sleepy and fuzzy from your late night tryst. Vessel chuckles and rolls over, your stuffed whale shark from the aquarium clutched to his chest. 

“Hey! That’s mine,” you grumble.

“Oh and suddenly you don’t share anymore…hm? Not my lover girl when the sun’s up,” he teases. “Anyways…it’s just us this weekend. We have some wasted time to make up for…don’t you think?”

[alastor-simp]

Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacting To Video Games Headcannons Part 1/2🎮

❥Summary: Your are a massive gamer in the Hazbin Hotel. What happens when the residents see you play a game that interests them?

❥Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Reader, Gamer, Video Games, Hazbin Hotel Headcannons, Hazbin Hotel x Video Games, Headcannons

❥Notes: I'm obsessed with videos games, including dating or RPG games, and I wanted to know how the hazbin hotel gang would react to video games. Enjoy:)

❥Credit: Divider from @cafekitsune

Charlie Morningstar🌈 + Undertale❤️

🌈Upon entering your room, Charlie was about to remind you to come down to the lobby for the group exercise, until she noticed you being completely immersed on your computer. Curious, she walked over to you slowly, leaning over a bit to stare at your screen, wondering what you were doing. Noticing the shadow that had outlined in front of you, you looked up to see Charlie, staring with adorable curious eyes at the screen.

🌈"Oh Hey Charlie! I'll be right down, let me just try to find Temmie village first." Her red pupils were gazing at the screen with fascination, "Oooo what is this?" She had sat on the bed, where you were laying, computer still stationed on your legs. "Oh its a game called Undertale, its really cute and fun." Looking back at the screen, you motioned your hand to move the main character, to follow the illuminated mushroom path, searching for the hidden secret. After a couple of tries, you were able to locate the village, that was covered in these adorable dog like creatures, named Temmie. "YOU FOUND IT! OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE!!" Charlie was acting like a sports commentator next to you, she was so astonished by the game, wanting to see more.

🌈Seeing how much Charlie loved the game, you motioned the computer over to her. "Want to play?" Stars were literally in her eyes, once you said that. She nodded her head up and down rapidly, filled with excitement, as she started to play the game on the computer. As the game progressed, Charlie soon learned that the story of the game is about a human, who had fallen into the place called the Underground, where monsters roam. The human ventures throughout, encountering other monsters and either befriends them or attacks them.

🌈Charlie continued to play the game, having completely forgotten about the group exercise. However, Vaggie had managed to find Charlie, reminding her that it was time to come down. Slumping her shoulders, Charlie was so into the game that she didn't want to stop playing, but you told her that you could bring your computer down and both you and her can start playing again after the group exercise, which earned you a bear hug. The group exercise session had ended, and everyone went back to doing their own thing, while both you and Charlie, sat on one of the lounge chairs, continuing the game. The interactions with the human and monster characters always made Charlie smile, especially whenever the character became friends with the human. She loved Undyne cause it reminded her so much of her girlfriend, Vaggie, and she LIVED for the relationship between Undyne and Alphys.

🌈Her number one character, out of all of them, was definitely Toriel. She loved that motherly goat monster so much, wishing she could give her a warm hug. The music was Charlie's biggest compliment about the game, she couldn't get over how catchy some of the songs were. During the other times when you weren't playing the game, since the both of you needed a break, you would hear Charlie hum the "memory" song when the main character gave an umbrella to a statue. PACIFIST was the only route she would choose, the genocide route was a path she never wanted to take in the game, which was sweet since you knew how kind and generous she was, given the fact that she started this hotel. You knew for a fact if these characters were real, she would invite them all to stay, especially Flowey

🌈The day the both of you finished the game, was the day you both cried your eyes out, at the sweet adorable ending. Charlie was so happy that the monsters could finally be free and explore the outside world, as her arms were wrapped around you, tears streaming down her face. "It was so beautiful *sob sob*, but I'm so sad it's over." You placed a reassuring arm around her, trying to provide her some comfort, until an idea came into your head. "There is another game that the creator made. Want to play that?" The tears in Charlies eyes had disappeared, as she glomped you with excitement, happy to play another game with you.

Vaggie🎀 + Legend of Zelda: Breathe of the Wild🛡

🎀Vaggie was, well, she was nice, but she kinda scared you. She always had her spear around with her, ready to strike at anyone if she deemed them a threat. It was hard for you to get close to her, so you decided it was better that way. Charlie knew about your gaming tendencies and she was nice enough to get a video game console set up in the lobby room of the hotel, for you to play with and have other join in as well.

🎀You mostly played by yourself, but sometimes Angel and Husk would join in or either watch you play. Turning on the console, you sat on the couch with the controller in hand, as the game started to load up, as the words Nintendo flashed on the screen. A cut-scene plays with the main character, Link wakes up as a voice speaks to him, urging him to wake up. You progress the story by controlling your character, climbing up certain areas, and defending yourself against monstrous creatures. You were so in tuned with the game that you didn't noticed the shifting on the seat next to you, "Having fun?" Turning your head, you realized Vaggie had sat next to you, giving you a soft smile while her once eye glanced at you and back to the screen.

🎀"Oh..yes I am. I really appreciate Charlie getting this. Tell her again I said thank you." You smiled back at Vaggie, which she responded with a nod. You felt a bit awkward, so you continued playing the game. What surprised you was that Vaggie remained next to you, watching you casually play the game. "Does she like games like this? Should I ask?" Thinking to yourself, you paused the game and turned to look back at Vaggie, asking if she was interested in playing. Not expecting you to say that, Vaggie wasn't sure how to respond. She found the visuals of the game very pleasing and like the adventurousness of it, but she didn't want to intrude on your gameplay. Motioning the controller closer to her, she gave a soft sigh, and grabbed it, giving you a thank you

🎀The gaming continued as the story progressed with Link, traveling to different areas, training hard to learn master skills, upgrade weapons, and defeat the evil creatures that roamed the kingdom. You quickly realized that Vaggie had a bit of a competitive side to her, as she continued playing. She was quick to anger when she lost to the enemies, but would jump and celebrate when she finally beat them. She enjoyed the puzzle concept in the game as well, enjoying how different they were from time to time.

🎀Charlie had checked in on the both of you, happy to see the both of you getting closer, and that Vaggie was making friends, since she knew how heated her girlfriend could get. She gave you a thumbs up and walked away, leaving the two of you to play the game. Vaggie really liked all of the characters, but her favorite was Urbosa. She was the definition of a female warrior, extremely agile and quick. To her enemies, she was feared, but to her friends, she was a kind and motherly women.

🎀Seeing how late it was getting, you both decided to call it a night, as you loaded the save file to save your progress on the game. Letting out a sigh, the both of you leaned back on the couch, feeling exhausted from the long gaming session. "Well that was fun." Vaggie looked at you with a tired smile, while she nodded her head. "Wanna play again tomorrow?" She said to you, stretching her arms up above her head. Smiling back, you said yes, happy that the both of you were coming better friends now.

Angel Dust🕷 + Baldurs Gate 3🗡

🕷Gaming was something you really enjoyed, and it was something you did whenever you had the time since you always attended Charlies exercises at the hotel. Grabbing your non-Vox tech computer, you sat on one of the lounge chairs, and began to start up your game. As your game began to load up, two sets of arms had been placed against your shoulder, causing you to jump. Turning, you saw Angel, leaning against you, smirking, holding a bottle in his other hand-as always

🕷"Whatcha up to toots? Entertaining yourself with some porn huh~" His eyebrows waggled at you - magenta eyes filled with playfulness and somewhat lust. Shaking your head no, you told Angel that you were playing a video game. Angel slumped a bit in disappointment, and turned his head away, mouth guzzling down the beer. The both of you remained in silence as you continued to battle enemies with your team as well as interact with the characters in the game.

🕷You didn't noticed, but Angel eyes were gazing hard at your computer screen. Something about the game intrigued him a bit. He remembered when he was young, him and his sister would often play on the pinball machine, so it's been a while since hes played any type of game. Turning back to look at him, Angel quickly turned his head the other way - pretending he wasn't looking at your screen. Smiling, your poked his shoulder, which made his head to turn back facing you. "Wanna play?" Angel raised his head up in thought, debating it, before he smirked, showing his gold tooth, "Why not?"

🕷The game controls were a bit confusing to him at first, but he was able to get the hang of it. You had to explain to him the concepts of an RPG game, and how you are playing as a certain character, and there is also a storyline in the game as well and your actions/decisions can affect the story and may be good or bad for your party. Angel nodded the whole time you were explaining it, as he started being introduced to each new character in the game. "You can form romantic relationships as well with certain characters too." Angel raised an eyebrow at that, clearly interested.

🕷A few hours into the game, and Angel was groaning in frustration, "Toots, why did you make me play this?! Ya got me simpin for both the sexy vampire and the badass demon!" His comment made you laugh, falling of the couch from how hard you were laughing. "I didn't make you play this, I asked and you volunteered." Angel grabbed your hand, picking you up off the floor, as the both of you continued to play the game. He seemed to sympathize with the character, Astarion, a lot, like his backstory really got to him, but he also enjoyed how flirtatiousQ2w and funny he could be

🕷Seeing how late it has gotten, the both of you decided to call it a night, signing off on the game. Angel stretched his four arms up, letting out a yawn. "This game ain't half bad." You copied him as well, yawning as the both of you got up from the couch, ready to turn in for the night. "Yeah it's a good one, wanna go at it again tomorrow?" Angel smirked, "Hell yes, I need to see more of the horny parts with the vampire." Chuckling, you shook your head at him, as the both of you headed up to your bedrooms, ready to hit the hay.

**TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2**

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[marymary-diva17]

The spark that connection us

The all spark had given all cybertions the spark to live their lives on cyberton. Ever Mech and femme will make their lives on the place, they call home that connect them to ones that came before them and the all spark. There are times in life when ones spark will call for someone else, and soon enough a bond will form due to the spark that connections them.

y/n " ......" you are making you way through square in Iacon city, looking for your friends everyone seem to out and about at this hour of the day.

????? " hey y/n over here" you soon heard your name getting called and spot Orion pax along with D-16 you smiled and made you way towards them.

y/n " hello you two"

D-16 " hello y/n it good you had made it we thought we had to come to hospital to see you"

y/n " no I got done with my work there with Rachet and he let me go, when I told him I had planned with my friends"

D-16 " well that seems to be the routie with all mentors today, because Alpha Troin had given us the rest of the day off"

Orion Pax " once we said we were meeting up with you he stated it was good, for us to keep up relationships with those we hold close"

y/n " well he is right now come on lets go have some fun" both mech had nodded their heads as they soon started walking with you, to have some fun in the city.

y/n " so tell me how those it feel like to work among the primes"

D-16 " It wonderful getting to meet the primes when they are not busy, and we are getting what it like to rule over a whole planet and it not easy ... there are always debates about traffic and trades with the other cities or planets"

Orion pax " Along with learning all the primes have different personalities, which leads to some disagreements here and there between them but they seems like true friends in the end"

y/n " that is good what about the others who are there"

D-16 " sentinel has come around he mostly works with primeus, and we get to see bee as he a scout there as well so that good"

y/n " cool I get to see Elite near my work time to time again, as she trains the new recruits"

Orion pax " well she as the one of many best students in our group, so it was safe to say she will do well in the field does she make some new student cry or stand in fear"

y/n " matters on how she feeling that day" the trio had fallen out in laugher by your words, as the group enjoyed their drinks of energon, and sit in the both they had found in club.

D-16 " so tell us about you how is life going for you lately see how we talk each day, something might of changed for our Femme"

y/n " well ratchet has told me I have the making of a good doctor, and he might give me more assignments to help me on as well so I'm very happy about that"

Orion " that is wonderful y/n you were always patching up anyone, when were were still in training and everyone enjoyed your care as you were nice about it and didn't scold us"

y/n " you two and bee did a stupid stunt I have to agree on Elite on that"

D-16 " hey it was going to work"

y/n " sure about that and I'm the next prime" the two mechs had laughed at your works, as you had shared your head towards them. You had always been close to many of your friends but you, had always been very close to Orion and D there had been jokes made by others that you and them had sparks connected or are a sparked couple.

D-16 " it good to see that we are all following the paths we wanted"

Orion pax " yes I have to agree many cycles ago we were young bots, going through our training and life now see where we are ... to change our home for the betterment of all life on here and nearby as well"

y/n " like the promsie we made when were were young were will watch each other backs and stand by each others as well" the two mechs had smiled towards you, anyone looking at the tiro will think they were a couple but not just yet.

Later that evening

y/n " tonight has been great guys thank you for inviting me out"

Orion pax " your welcome"

D-16 " you know the night doesn't have to end just yet we still have some time"

y/n " sure let go for a walk around the statues it will be fun" the two had nodded their heads in agreement with you, as the tiro had went for a walk.

Orion pax " there are so couple out tonight"

y/n " well it those feel like a romantic night"

D-16 " do you ever feel like you ever will want to be with someone, bonding your spark with them forever"

y/n " well yes I have been thinking about finding the special someone, and going through the courtship and soon become spark mates"

y/n " what of you both anyone special caught your attention"

Orion pax " well we do both wish to spend our lives with a special someone and become spark mates"

D-16 " it become to tense for us we had to seek alpha Trion help and he gave us some good advice"

y/n " oh that nice of him" the trio had stopped walking to look up at the night sky, just enjoying the time together as the time past by for them all.

Orion pax " y/n if I and D asked you told you something will you listen"

y/n " I always listen to you both so tell me"

D-16 " well you are the one who special to us there has been no one else, on cybetrion so have our attention and feelings with you do"

Orion pax " since we been with you from day one we meet, life has never been the same and we love that and would never change it for anything"

y/n " ......."

D-16 " so we were wondering if you go through the courtship of becoming spark mates with us, if our words and sparks are meanted to be together"

y/n " I will love to as you both are the ones I love as well, and there no mech that can beat you both"

D-16 " well it seems like this night has been good after all"

Orion pax " one of the many best night ever" you had smiled at their words, the night did end on good note for the trio. As it seems like everyone words had been right after all, their spark were meant to be together after all. There was a future to come that will have it good days and bad days, but in the end there will always be the sparks that connected you to the ones you care for most in the galaxy. No matter what future comes that spark will still be strong even due, the situation might not be the same as it was from before the future had come upon everyone.

[hyunnezlover]

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇. | 𝐟𝐭. 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 pt. 2

✸ pairing: hwang hyunjin x genderneutral!reader

✸ genre: angst + fluff ;college!au, playboy!hyunjin, classmates!to!lovers au | oneshot

✸ summary: as feelings grow and your friendship blooms, hyunjin tries harder to avoid you on campus. in attempts to not hurt you anymore than he already has, the outcomes become worse than before.

✸ word count: 5.1k

✸ warnings: swearing, more sexual innuendos, verbal bullying, and more of hyunjin being an asshole.

✸ author’s note: here is part 2 !! finally after a week or two, i post part 2… i think i’m shadow banned though on here sadly… anywaysssss ( feedback is greatly appreciated ) enjoyyyyy !

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➜ part 1

hwang hyunjin noticed that he began to stop desiring other girls after than. the only thing he started to desire was having you by his side. all of the girls on campus were just laying at his feet, he always had a girl on his arm, but he had lost his flirtatious nature completely. instead, he found himself thinking about you every moment of each day. he always wondered what you were up to and whether you were doing well or not. but whenever his friends caught his antics slipping up, he quickly snapped out of his trance and returned to his usual cocky self. he couldn’t afford anyone to know that he was getting soft for someone.

hyunjin had become a professional at avoiding you. however, for the whole week, there was not one day in particular that made him break out in a sweat every time he had to stop himself from going to see you. you both had two lectures in common and both of them landed on thursdays. thursday had now become his most dreaded days of the week.

it was very hard to avoid someone when they were in the same room as you. the lecture hall itself was quite small, which made the whole situation even harder for him. usually hyunjin would enter his lectures very late and just stay in the far back seats. this time however, the girl that he was currently hanging around with insisted that they go early to class. hyunjin tried persuading her into going somewhere else, but she didn’t want to miss the lecture because she just had to pass the class. at a loss for arguments. hyunjin defeatedly walked with her to the lecture hall. hyunjin kept praying to himself that you wouldn’t be there because there was no chance that he wouldn’t see you there.

when he entered the room, his eyes automatically began scanning over everyone to find you, and they did. your face caught his a lit up, you smiled when you saw him. hyunjin desperately wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t.

the girl came up from behind him, linked her arm with his and motioned for him to continue walking. hyunjin looked away from your gaze shamefully, hating himself for once again ignoring you. your heart stung with its usual pain staking feeling you got from hyunjin. “where are you going?” the girl asked, pulling hyunjin away from the very back where he wanted to be seated. “i can’t read the whiteboard from back here.”

“why don’t you wear glasses then?” hyunjin asked, irritation in his voice. he wanted to sit as far away from you as possible.

“hell no, they look ugly on me.” she said, pulling him to seats that were exactly two rows behind you. hyunjin felt his stomach churn into several knots. “wear contact lenses then.” he said to her, rather harshly.

“hey, don’t get your panties in a twist just because you sit somewhere else for once. man up for fuck sakes.” she complained, taking her seat next to him. hyunjn bit his tongue, trying to keep his cool and not to keep arguing with her. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t keep his eyes of you. all he could see what a part of your side profile from where he was seated. your head hung low as you tried to distract yourself with your lecture notes.

he had been pulled away from you again. the man who always held your hand all the way to your dorm, had coldly looked away from you, pretending like you didn’t exist. were you really that embarrassing that he didn’t want to be associated with you at all?

the lecture started and hyunjin couldn’t help but keep watching you the whole time. his heart was crying for him to just sit next to you instead of the other girl, the guilt inside him was eating him up alive. he hadn’t noticed that he had been tapping his foot on the floor out of anxiety for a while until the girl next to him scolded him for it.

“fuck hyunjin, can you just stay still for one second?” she snapped, “what’s up with you today” and why do you keep looking at that girl huh? please don’t tell me you have some kind of crush on that moron.” she said, grimacing in disgust as she raked her eyes over you.

hyunjin’s jaw clenched at her comment, but yet he still shook his head to say no. “no way,” he said, “i would never fall for someone like her.”

and you heard his words. your ears could pick up his voice from a mile away, even through a whole crowd of people. and so, you just listened to their conversation. your ears blocking out all the other noises in the room, even the voice of the professor. your chest tightened painfully replaying hyunjin’s words in your head and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. why did you just keep torturing yourself like this? you could just leave, but you needed to hear his words in order to move on from him, because you feel that you wouldn’t be able to let go of him if you didn’t. you continued to deceive the words he had said to you in the past, and you chose to trust him. you needed him to shred your heart to pieces in order to finally let go of him.

“i would be insulted if you preferred her over me,” the girl beside him laughed, “probably doesn’t even have a good body or anything, she tries to hide it with all those baggy clothes.”

“hmm, probably. i like my girls curvy and showing everything off.” he said, trying to play along. her name was jennie. jennie was one of the most popular girls on campus, hyunjin just couldn’t risk getting on her bad side. so he began to read into the things she liked, saying exactly what she wanted to hear because that’s what he was good at. saying the right things and acting the way everyone wanted him to. he was like a puppet for everyone, and he was only realizing it now that he really didn’t want to say that words that jennie wanted. the words falling from his lips were being regretted immediately.

“i know you do, that’s why you hit me up the other night, right?” she cooed, her hand now resting on his thigh.

“i heard some rumours about you and that girl the other day,” she said, and hyunjin’s throat grew dry, “they were saying that you were hanging out with her.”

“me and her?” he exclaimed, chuckling, “not in a million years. why would i waste time on someone boring like that when i can have a girl like you?” he quickly covered up, smirking at jennie.

“like me? what am i like?” she asked him in a sort of seductive tone, greedy for more of his praise.

“drop dead gorgeous and exciting.” hyunjin told her in a low flirty tone, caressing the skin underneath her skin. when his fingers touched her, he felt disgusted with himself. he absolutely despised himself for acting like a total asshole right in front of you, but he couldn’t stop himself. this was who he had become. everything was just happening automatically for him. all of the words coming from his throat were just programmed into his mind, all he was doing was following routines he had made up. the only thing that was different this time around was his feelings. he wasn’t okay with his usual actions anymore. they bothered him to his core. they all felt wrong to him because every step he moved, you took one step further away from him, and he couldn’t bear to do that to you any longer.

“thank god, to be honest i thought you were just fucking around with her because of a dare or something.” jennie giggled, all amused by the conversation that was ensuing.

“no way, i wouldn’t even sleep with her if it was for a dare.” and that’s when you no longer could hold in the tears that were brimming deep in your eyes. you shot up from and seat, faced towards the lecture doors and stormed out of the lecture hall, leaving everyone wondering what was going on. the professor dumbfoundedly looked after you, trying to understand what was wrong. you never just stormed out of a lecture like that, but this time you couldn’t help it.

“is she okay?” your seat neighbours were confused and just shrugged their shoulders.

“how dramatic.” jennie snarled with an unimpressed look on her face.

hyunjin’s heart felt heavy in his chest, and he felt like the oxygen that his lungs were withholding from him was cut off completely. he realized that you had heard his conversation. everything that he had said, and it killed him inside.

he was now at a point of no return. it was time for him to choose between whether he wanted you, the only one who made him feel like his true self, or whether he wanted the feeling of safety he found in his playboy self. his head was empty, letting his heart choose for him as he suddenly shot up from his seat as well and stormed out of the room after you, leaving everyone around him baffled.

“(y/n)!” he called out for you through the empty hallways, tears starting to form in his eyes. “(y/n) please just stop.” he begged, grabbing at your arm when he reached you and turning you around to face him. you just pushed him away keeping your face concealed so he didn’t see your emotional state. trying your hardest to wipe your tears, you were pulling yourself together the best you could. “(y/n) please.” tears were now slipping from his own eyes, an emotion that he hadn’t felt in a long time until now. “please hyunjin just stay away from me.” your voice was trembling as you spoke. those words cut him deep like a knife and twisted through his stomach. he felt like a hopeless little child again as he looked at you walking away. the damage that he had done to you felt beyond repair.

but he couldn’t just let you go like that. he ran after you, tears streaming down his entire face. the man who couldn’t remember the last time he cried, because he never allowed himself to be vulnerable like this, was now sobbing because of what he had done. it was tearing his heart apart knowing that he had hurt you. deep feelings of regret had settled within him.

“(y/n),” he cried, grabbing at your arm again, “please don’t go.”

“hyunjin, just let go.” you said, your voice cracking. pulling your arm away once again, and you continued your way to the college doors, but hyunjin wasn’t going to let you leave. he followed you, grabbing your arm for the third time. his sobs were filling the empty hallways. it was dumbfounding to you how much he was crying, you had thought he didn’t care at all, like you meant nothing to him. atleast that was how he was treating you.

but seeing him sob like that in front of you just confused you even more. a stinging headache was forming in your head, everything was just becoming too much. your head wasn’t able to keep up with your thoughts anymore.

“HYUNJIN JUST LEAVE!” you suddenly yelled at him, not able to put up with him anymore. you just wanted to hide away from everyone and everything and cry your eyes out. you simply had no more energy to stand up on your own feet. the pain you felt was incomparable to any pain you had ever felt before.

was this really what heartbreak felt like?

“(y/n),” he begged, “i didn’t mean a single word, i swear.”

“are you kidding me hyunjin?” you laughed out of pity and frustration. “are you being serious right now?”

you really couldn’t believe that he dared to tell you those words. hyunjin felt ashamed of what he had done, so ashamed that he had been struggling to even look you in the eyes. the hatred and disgust that filled your eyes made him feel so small and pathetic like when he was young. but in this moment, he knew that he deserved it.

“(y/n) i know that i fucked up. i’m a disgusting piece of shit, i know. but (y/n) i swear i didn’t mean any of it. i just said those things because i knew she wanted to hear them.” he tried to explain to you through a stutter, looking at you through his teary eyes. you froze in your spot, a sharp jolt of pain piercing through your heart.

“so you humiliated m-me because that’s what s-she wanted you to do?” you repeated his words and turned to face him, a sob escaping your lips.

hunjin’s breath hitched in his throat when he caught your eyes. the sight of you crying in front of him broke him. he tried to reach out to you and just hold you, but you pushed his hands away.

“(y/n) please, i hate myself for what i’ve done.” he said, “i am so sorry.”

you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling and you hated yourself for breaking down in front of him out of all people, but he wasn’t letting you go and was just making everything worse. your legs felt like jelly and your head was spinning constantly. all you wanted to do was crawl into bed, engulf yourself in blankets and cry into your pillow.

“(y/n) please just hear me out this time.” he started, “i have been fucked up like this all my life. i have always been a crowd please, that’s all i really know. i’ve just been an insecure and immature man that has been trying to please everyone and keep everyone on my good side so that no one will leave me again. i am scared of rejection and being alone. i put everything on the line for my reputation because i don’t even know who i really am anymore.”

you truly didn’t want to hear anymore excuses from him, you didn’t want to feel any empathy towards him anymore. but no matter how much he had hurt you before, you still felt sorry for him and you felt bad for the way his life has turned for the worst. you hated yourself for feeling bad but you couldn’t help it. the man who stood in front of you was very broken inside, you had known from the very first time you looked into his eyes. you could tell that he had deeply cut wounds and scars that have never healed that he was trying to hide.

you could tell that he was wearing a mask to hide the truth because he couldn’t show his weaknesses and be vulnerable for anyone, it would cost him too much now.

“i am a shitty person and i know i don’t deserve you, but fuck,” he paused, his breath getting ragged as more tears began to fall from his eyes. “i grew to love you (y/n). you have been a better friend to me than anyone else ever has. you learned to understand me and let me just be myself around you. i felt like i could breathe properly when i’m with you—”

“then why did you destroy it all?” you wanted to know this because you really didn’t understand in all honesty.

“because i’m selfish and greedy. i didn’t want to give up on anything i have. i didn’t want anything to change. i thought i could just have it all if i tried hard enough but i only ended up losing everything.”

“yes hyunjin, you did.” you agreed, wiping away your tears from your eyes and taking in a deep breath. “i can’t forgive you this time hyunjin. i’ve tried so hard to trust you and believe everything you tell me but you just destroyed everything. how will i ever be able to forget the things that you called me? and saying that i’m boring, and don’t fit your standards? saying i’m not attractive enough even for the biggest playboy who literally hooks up with everyone. oh but you wouldn’t lay a single finger on me because i am undesirable? that’s fair enough. i guess that’s why you were respecting me. thanks for being so considerate with me.” you snarled, using his own words against him. hyunjin’s chest was aching and his lungs were burning for air. there were no words to say that could fix this anymore, and he knew that.

“(y/n),” he said your name in a small voice, hiccuping from the amount of crying he was still doing, “you are the most beautiful girl i ever laid eyes on. you’ve been so perfect and good to me that i didn’t dare to touch you because i didn’t want to tint your purity.”

“spare me the lies, hyunjin.” you harshly cut him off.

“i’m not lying.” he opposed.

“i can’t believe a single word you are saying.” you told him. he hopelessly looked at him, feeling like his hands were tied to his side begging to touch you but knowing that he shouldn’t.

there was nothing he could do or say to save the situation, to make you stay. it pained him so deep that he felt his knees giving in and making him want to collapse on the floor right there in front of you. he wanted to bow down to your feet and beg for your forgiveness, but he could see it in your cold eyes that your feelings for him had just died all together.

“you can’t fix this hyunjin,” you said, your heart breaking. “just leave it at that.”

and with that, you turned around and left for real this time. hyunjin broke down, falling to his knees. he started hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision. his breaths were short and it felt as if a great heavy weight was pressing down on his chest keeping him pinned to the floor. he had just lost the one person he loved the most and there was nothing that could compare to the pain of losing the one you love.

it had been about two weeks after you and hyunjin had cut ties with each other. hyunjin still went to the library every night, sitting at your usual table for hours just waiting for you to show up, but you never did. he even went there on the weekends praying to see you at some point. his whole life felt like it had been turned upside down. he missed you so much that the thought of only you occupied his mind. he was failing exam after exam in every lecture because he couldn’t get himself to focus on anything other than you. his friends had now distanced themselves from him, claiming that he was acting weird and should take the time to get a grip on himself. but hyunjin didn’t care about himself right now. and for the first time in his life, he did not care about what others thought of him.

the realization had come to him too late, but at least now he knew what he really needed in his life in order to actually be happy.

and that was you.

someone that he could trust with his whole life and rely on for anything.

but he had lost you and that was something that he just couldn’t forgive himself for. your hurt expression and teary eyes wouldn’t leave his mind for weeks. it had been too long since he had last seen you. whilst he had tried to avoid you at all costs in the beginning, he now was looking for you everywhere he went. the tables have turned and now you were the one that was avoiding him.

you stopped attending the lectures that you shared with hyunjin, and instead you would study in a nearby cafe rather than the library. sure, the cafe wasn’t as quiet or as cozy as you would have hoped, but it was better than possibly running into him again.

you had been crying on and off for weeks straight, your eyes always puffy and red. hyunjin’s hurtful words would continue to ring through your ears. you couldn’t understand that the person who said all those mean things, was also the same person who would hold your hand tightly when you crossed the street and would bring you an iced americano coffee every time he came into the library to see you.

had it really all been fake? had your friendship really not meant anything to him?

it hurt your pride to know that you had fallen for his games, just like everyone else did. you had always claimed to be smarter than that. yet you still trusted him every time and that’s why it hurt you even more every time he chose to switch up on you.

but now you were able to have time to heal and forgive yourself for making the same mistake more than once. you hadn’t done anything wrong. sadly, one can’t decide who they fall in love with. you had fallen for hwang hyunjin and had loved him with all your heart and that was something that you didn’t regret. you just regretted trusting him and letting him fool you over and over.

at this point you believed it also wasn’t really hyunjin’s fault either. it wasn’t his fault that he had such an effect on the people around him. he just had his charms and charisma, and that was the consequences that followed.

after your last lecture of the day, you lazily headed over to the cafe. once you arrived you grabbed your usual seat and ordered an iced americano as always. without wasting any time, you grabbed your laptop from your bag and opened it to work on your assignment. when you studied, you often got absorbed in your notes fairly quickly. so focused that you didn’t even notice that someone had approached your table until said person put something down in front of you. it was a second iced americano, and by seeing that, you didn’t need to look up in order to know who it was. your heart dropped at the realization.

glancing up slowly, you met his eyes. he softly smiled at you, fiddling with his fingers nervously. it had been nearly a month now since the incident and you hadn’t really seen him at all afterwards until now. and to just suddenly see him standing there in front of you again, made your heart go dull with heartache that intensified into a stinging pain in your chest.

“hey.” he said in a small voice. you didn’t respond to him and just averted your gaze from him, focusing back onto your screen. hyunjin’s spirits fell to the ground at your cold reaction, but he hadn’t really expected anything different. chewing on his bottom lip, he gathered the last bit of courage he had to say bye to you before leaving the cafe. hyunjin had put all of his time and energy into finding you. he had asked everyone he knew you were friends with where you might’ve been, and he even started to check other libraries as far as neighbouring towns.

however, one evening when he was on his way to the library to check whether you would be there, he spotted you in a cafe, sitting by the window. he stopped dead in his tracks and his heart began racing, trying to take a closer look to make sure it was actually you. ever since that day, he regularly passed by that cafe to see whether you were there, and he took note that you were there frequently instead of the library. he would sometimes sit on a bench on the opposite side of the street and just watch you from afar. he could barely see you from across the street, but to know that you were there was enough for him. for days, he had tried to gather the courage to go in and talk to you. he was desperate to give you a sincere apology in order to ease the guilt he was feeling.

obviously hyunjin knew that it wasn’t going to be easy and that he would get rejected more than once until you decided to soften again. so that’s why he would start small and patiently take baby steps in order to gain an entry back into your life.

“hey (y/n), i hope you’re having a good day. here’s another iced americano for you, i know you love them.”

this act of hyunjin’s kept going on for a week. and even though you never responded to him, nor drank the coffee he always brought you every day, that still didn’t stop him. he never gave up. the drinks that he brought you were all lined up on the kitchen counter of your dorm. you refused to drink any of them, as you thought that it would mean you were giving into him again. but you didn’t have the heart to get rid of them either, so you just brought them home and let them pile up.

it was getting harder and harder for you to ignore him. you felt more and more tempted to give in and talk to him again. you could’ve just stopped going to that cafe too, but the truth was that you liked seeing him again. you started to look forward to his short visits. it was only a matter of time until he snuck back into your heart and you could no longer ignore him.

“hey (y/n), here’s your iced americ—”

“you just never get tired, do you?” you finally said, seeing his eyes widen in shock at hearing your voice perk up. after almost three whole months, this was the first time you spoke to him. his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. “i certainly don’t.” he quipped, putting the coffee in front of you. he was smiling ear to ear, unable to hide his newly found excitement. however, he didn’t want to push his luck to soon, so he just decided to leave and come back to you again the next day.

“you know your one minute to late hwang hyunjin, how come?” you made fun of him that day. he only smiled softly at you, glad to hear your voice again. “i’ll be on time tomorrow.” and slowly but surely, your walls were falling apart, allowing him to enter back inside little by little.

“they got the order wrong today.. it tastes like a latte.” he said approaching your table the next day. “i don’t like lattes.” you told him, seeing his face fall. “i can go tell them to fix it—”

“it’s fine, you don’t have to. but you like them right, just keep it.” hyunjin just nodded his head shyly, feeling like a child inside hearing that you remembered his favourite drink just like he remembered yours.

“can i sit with you?” he suddenly asked, surprising himself a bit more than you. you visibly froze for a second not really knowing what to say, you shrugged your shoulders instead and he took that as a yes.

it almost felt like old times. a wave of nostalgia hit you as you then remembered all the times in the library when he would do the exact same thing. it felt like things were slowly going back to how they used to be, only difference being that things still weren’t the same as before. you couldn’t open up to him again like you used to. hyunjin noticed it and it hurt him, but he wasn’t just going to give up. he was determined to win you back step by step and made it a goal to never make a mistake with you ever again. he wanted to commit his whole being to you.

one evening he asked to walk you home like he used to. you agreed, because despite your trust issues with him, you wanted to spend more time with him. yet it was still very awkward.

you walked next to each other in silence, all the old memories coming back and hitting you like a ton of bricks. when you reached the red light at the crosswalk, you stood there chewing on your bottom lip, realizing what might be coming next. you knew that the both of you were thinking the same thing and it made you feel nervous. but when the light finally turned green, hyunjin instinctively reached for your hand, holding it tightly. your heart rate picked up quickly as he intertwined his fingers with yours. hyunjin smiled to himself when you didn’t let go of him after you finished crossing. he held on tight, never planning on letting go any time soon. the both of you were sheepishly smiling to yourselves as you walked together. when you reached your dorms, hyunjin turned to face you.

“i missed you a lot (y/n).” he admitted. you so badly wanted to say it back, but you just weren’t ready yet. he simply smiled, understanding your silence. grabbing your other hand in his, he held both of your hands and rubbed to surface of your knuckles. “you’ve made me a better person,” he confessed, “i learned a lot from you and even these fast few months not being with you. a lot of things have changed about me and i’m ready to change for you. i want to be the man that is worthy of you, and i want to be the one that makes you happy.”

“i need more time.” you mumbled, and he just nodded.

“i understand,” he said, “and that’s okay. take all the time you need, i’ll wait for you.”

“thank you hyunjin.” you said, and he smiled squeezing at your hands.

“night (y/n).” he said, then letting go of your hands and turning to head to his dorm. but you didn’t really want him to go just yet. something inside of you urged him to stop.

“uh, hyunjin wait.” you called out to him. turning around, he looked at you with a questioning look.

“do you wanna maybe come in for a cup of coffee?” you asked.

his ears perked up, and a lovely smiled graced his features. “i would love to.” he said softly.

[sondheim-girly]

Here’s my submission for day one of @outsidersweek, sorry it’s so late!! October, 1966

Trip

Before Junior year, Trip hadn’t noticed Marcia. Whereas Brill had known he’d marry Bev since they were little kids, and Bob had had a crush on Cherry for years, it took Trip a while to see how much he liked the sassy brunette. In middle school, he'd just seen Marcia as the weird girl who talked too much. Once she got into high school he started to notice her more. The way her eyes twinkled when she talked with her friends, and the glossy shine of her hair. Then when he went into his Junior year something flipped, and suddenly she was all he thought about. The sight of this girl he’d known for years suddenly sent fireworks flying through his stomach. 

He didn’t really try to hide his crush, and the entire football team learned all about it instantly. He believed Marcia noticed fairly quickly as well. When someone literally stops in the hallway to stare as you pass by, how could you not notice? By the time homecoming was around the corner, Brill wouldn’t stop bothering Trip, telling him to ask out Marcia. Eventually Trip had given in, and he and Brill planned it all out. 

On the Friday one week before homecoming, he would meet her in the courtyard that was normally empty before school. He’d have a huge bouquet of flowers, and he would ask her to go to homecoming with him. Brill was convinced Marcia would say yes, and if Trip were being honest, he knew she would. And after the dance he’d ask her to be his girlfriend. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about how she might smile up at him at the dance. How she’d be cheering him on from the stands of the football field during the big game. And now here he was, standing like an idiot in an empty courtyard with Brill, his hands filled with a bouquet of the nicest flowers in all of Tulsa. But when he saw the brunette walk into the courtyard, he knew it was all worth it.

Marcia

“Bev why are you dragging me! And where are we going??” Marcia complained, as her friend gleefully guided her through the school campus,

“Quit complaining, you’ll see soon enough.”

“The courtyard?” Marcia said as they finally arrived, “why would we…” she trailed off as she saw a boy standing there, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Bev ran over to meet Brill, and he strung his arm over her shoulders.

“See you guys in class!” Brill called back at them, the perfect pair unable to stop smiling at the evident success of their plan.

“Hey!” Marcia awkwardly greeted Trip, as she fidgeting with her dress.

“Hey. I was… I was wondering if you’d like to go to homecoming with me,” he asked, a shy grin on his face.

With those simple words, Marcia felt like she was floating on air. She’d spent so long feeling like she was going to be alone forever. Bev had Brill, and everyone knew they’d be together forever, the pair completely made for each other in every way. And then Cherry started going out with Bob last winter, and suddenly Cherry hardly ever hung out with Marcia. And Marcia knew she talked too much, she was always cracking jokes that no one around her ever found funny. She thought that no one would ever like her like that, no one would ever love her. But here was Trip. Cute, athletic, Trip. And he really liked her. He really really liked her! And he was standing there with a bunch of flowers and a smile, asking her to homecoming! Her fairytale was finally coming true.

“I'd love to,” she finally responded, and Trip stepped towards her, handing off the flowers. A huge grin spread itself across her face as she looked down at the bright colors, before she looked up at Trip again, “Thank you,” she said,

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30, alright?”

“Perfect. I should get to class now, see you later?”

“Yep!” He confirmed, and she gave him a small wave before hurrying out of the courtyard to find Bev and Cherry and tell them what had happened.

[banal-isenatha]

"Our Little Remedy"

Lady Dimitrescu/OC

The preparations for Alcina's visit to your family estate are still ongoing, as are the neverending politics of the region, the other families and noble Houses vying for the Matriarch's and her new consort's attention. Watching and wondering the outcome of the still far, yet very much awaited union.

After weeks of working non-stop, you finally convince Alcina to take a break with you in the Hall of Ablution, where a simple evening of relaxation may turn a bit more...interesting.

"By the gods this is amazing…”

You sighed dreamily as you lowered yourself in the vast pool of the Hall of Ablution, the slightly diluted blood lapping gently at your tired body.

“Hmm…quite so.” Alcina murmured from her place on the submerged steps of the pool where she sat, her head tilted back as she rested her elbows on the marble behind her, “I could stay like this forever…”

You both felt the tiredness and exhaustion of the past days wash over you, the blood soothing and reinvigorating as you relaxed. For the past two weeks alone, Alcina had been stuck in meeting after meeting, which meant by extension that you had too, now that your position of soon-to-be consort had been made public. It hadn’t changed much around the castle, considering everyone living or working there for the past five months had gotten used to seeing you at the Matriarch’s side, despite nothing having been exactly official at the time, but things had changed.

Now, you were pretty much expected to accompany Alcina in all of her official matters, from balls to meetings to trips – not that she’d ever forced you, considering her own reluctance to take part in most of those things – and while you found the responsibility to be challenging at times, you were glad to do your part and make her burden lighter. Not to mention you’d never pass up on the chance to show off, especially to the other ladies of court, whose chittering and metaphorical daggers they kept throwing at you brought you immense pleasure.

“You’re doing that face.”

Your eyes blinked open before they turned towards Alcina, the Countess’ tired smirk and raised eyebrow making you tilt your head to the side.

“What face?”

“The face when you reminisce about something devious you managed to achieve.”

Snorting under your breath, you swam towards the older woman, stopping in front of her.

“Nothing ‘too devious’, I assure you. Just…enjoying the moment. It’s been some time since we had a few hours to ourselves.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” the Matriarch sighed, rolling her golden eyes, “I still have to reply to all the letters on my desk, not to mention- uhmphm…”

You smirked lightly as your kiss interrupted her, watching her eyes flutter and her head dip back in satisfaction until you broke apart.

“You were saying?”

Her ‘tsk’ made your smirk widen and turn into a chuckle as she flicked some of the blood around at your face, the droplets landing on your chin and nose.

“Rude.”

“You love it.”

“Hmm…maybe.”

With another chuckle, you moved closer until you were between her legs and leaned forward to rest your head on her shoulder, your eyes closing with a smile when you felt her fingers stroke your hair, her fingertips tracing gentle patterns on your scalp.

Feeling the weight of your head on her shoulder, Alcina’s eyes closed once more, a sense of peace and contentment settling within her as you lay in the pool together, the crimson liquid enveloping you like a warm embrace. The last days in particular had been a hassle to deal with, what with all the bureaucracy and posturing that came with news of your engagement, and she relished finally having the chance to hold you close without having to worry about work.

Not to mention she also had yet to open the latest letter she had received from your mother that same morning, the thought of finalising the arrangements for her and her daughters’ visit to your family’s estate making a brief spike of tension hit the back of her neck before it abated again when she felt your lips on her shoulder. She was looking forward to finally make the trip, but the knowledge of what that entailed, especially for her daughters, still worried her a bit.

But for now, as she continued to card her fingers through your hair and your purrs rumbled against her chest with each breath you took, she decided to put it all on the backburner, relaxing in the serene silence that filled the room.

Finally…

Minutes ticked by as you listened to the sound of dripping blood and soft breaths, the warm liquid making your strength return bit by bit. It wasn’t that often the two of you used the Hall of Ablution, but this had been an emergency born out of utter exhaustion, and you certainly didn’t regret convincing the other vampire to treat herself.

You pulled back from Alcina’s embrace, looking up at the tired lines around her eyes. The woman was in dire need of some peace and downtime, and you’d be damned if she didn’t get it. Which was why, ignoring the puzzled look she gave you when she felt you moving away, you took her hand in a gentle hold and started wading back until you’d reached the deeper end of the pool, the blood now easily reaching up to your collarbones. With a smirk, you then let go of her hand and dipped below the surface, disappearing in a sea of crimson.

After the original surprise, Alcina’s expression fell into one of tired exasperation, a hand reaching up to massage her brow as she looked at the spot where you had disappeared under.

“Iulia, aren’t you a bit too old for these games?”

When she received no response and you didn’t come up, she sighed under her breath before it turned into an undignified squeak as she felt a pinch in her side, her hand slapping over her mouth in embarrassment before she growled.

“Iulia…!”

The lady vampire turned on the spot, her eyes narrowing as they scoured the blood.

Of all the childish-

Feeling another pinch, this time on her leg, Alcina swam away, a spike of annoyance (and reluctant amusement) colouring her tone.

“I swear you’re worse than Daniela…come out now.”

But when you failed once again to respond and your fingers pinched her ass firmly, she had had enough.

Submerging herself beneath the blood as well, she squinted around, her gaze searching for you, though the blood prevented her from seeing much. She remained still for a few moments before changing tactic and closing her eyes, listening to the sounds around in hopes of finding you. And considering neither of you were in any danger of running out of air any time soon, she made sure to take her time and keep her entire focus on you.

The sight of the fearsome Matriarch in a pool of blood searching for her consort like two children playing hide-and-seek was a sight you were pretty sure no one had ever seen before, which made this all the more fun. Swimming behind her, you touched her shoulders fleetingly and quickly swam away again before her hand could grab you, her eyes narrowing as she growled in frustration.

But you knew her. Alcina’s amusement and excitement were growing, the chance to chase, even for a silly game, always a safe way to entice her and let her loose.

Letting out a playful huff at your sly tactics, the lady vampire started swimming around, now more than eager to catch you as her golden eyes scoured the blood, slowly getting used to seeing through it.

Her renewed interest caused a small smirk to pull the corners of your lips up, but just as you were about to sneak up on her again, she disappeared among the blood, leaving your fingers grasping at nothing.

You twisted around in the ample pool, eyebrows furrowing as you couldn’t see her anymore, but before you could even begin to call out to her, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist in a tight grip, your gasp turning into a laugh as you were pulled upwards.

Alcina's own laughter rang in the room once you had re-surfaced through the blood together, both soaked and dripping red. Her strong arms held you close, a smirk of triumph on her lip as she looked at you.

"Caught you."

She purred, her tone filled with amusement and satisfaction, and her golden eyes glimmering with playfulness as they met your amber ones.

“That you did...”

You chuckled softly, raising a hand to run your fingers through her soaked hair, the black strands tinted a dark cremisi, and watched as Alcina let out a hum of contentment at the feeling, her expression softening.

She adored the attention, the sensation of your touch on her scalp, of your chests pressed together, and let her hands slide over your waist, pulling you closer towards her as she held you in a comfortable embrace.

It had been such a long time since she felt this carefree, the change of pace from the constant upholding of her regal image and the toll that accompanied it more than welcome.

No obligations, no nobles, no-

She quickly lost her train of thought at the sudden feeling of your tongue lapping at her, the warm appendage trailing slowly up her chin and along her jaw.  A shiver went down her spine, your actions sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her entire body as she blinked. She certainly had not expected such a bold yet intimate display of affection, but she was far from complaining, and after the brief surprise had worn off, she remained as still as possible, allowing you to continue and letting out a small sigh every time she felt your fangs gently graze her flesh.

Encouraged by her gradual relaxation, you kept on lapping at the dripping blood and started to place kisses over her cheeks and forehead, your touch gentle and languid. Her eyes closed with a soft exhale as the woman immersed herself in the moment and allowed the sensations of your tranquil movements to wash over her, savouring every touch, every kiss, every gentle caress. Her expression conveyed a rare vulnerability, a raw display of emotions that was usually masked by her usual stoic mask.

A vulnerability that she was comfortable showing you alone.

Alcina leaned into your touches, craving more of your affection, and with a soothing rumble, you placed a fleeting kiss on her lips before rubbing your nose against her cheek, nuzzling into her. Soon, you felt her lips stretch into a small, genuine smile as she returned the gesture of affection with her own, one hand lifting to gently cup the back of your head and keep you close.

The Countess  let out a low, pleased hum, leaning into the safety of your embrace as she savoured the moment of tenderness, feeling the mask of cool confidence she had been wearing for days – centuries – crack and fall away.

“There she is...”

You murmured softly as you cupped her cheeks, thumbs lightly smearing the faint spots of blood still on her skin.

“My Alcina...”

The woman’s smile grew wider at your words, her heart soaring with a mix of softness and openness that had seldom been seen. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, looking up at you with an almost raw tenderness in her golden gaze.

There were no pretences, no façade. Just you and her.

“My love...” she murmured, her voice wavering ever so slightly, “My Iulia...”

The sound of your name on her tongue, caressed and whispered with such sentiment made your heart flutter, your forehead resting against hers as you met her lips in a slow kiss.

By all means you didn’t mind the passion and sensuality that often characterised your private – and sometimes public – life, but it was these moments, with her arms wrapped around your shoulders and her warm breaths hitting your cheeks with each kiss, that you cherished the most. The ones when Alcina – the Countess, the Matriarch, the Lady of the castle – let her walls down in your arms and bared her heart to you and you alone. And when you could rely on her to hold you close and let the outside world fade away.

The court, your Houses, the machinations, the posturing, Mother Miranda and the ceremony,…they all faded away with every languid press of her tongue against yours, every gentle stroke of her fingers along your neck and collarbones.

Alcina could see your shoulders relaxing the more the two of you remained locked together, one of her hands moving to your nape so she could run her nails along your skin and play with the shorter hair there. She knew you were worried and tired as much as she was, despite your usual wit and charm doing a good job at masking it.

She still remembered your distant look after the last soiree you both had attended, the guests belonging to the other noble Houses hounding your every step with questions and not-so-veiled jabs at your position by her side and the nature of your future union. She had no doubt they were all speculating on whether or not you’d succeed in the endeavour, probably hoping for the latter just to have something to gossip about, and despite the fact that you had done a masterful job and held your ground against those vipers, she knew you were troubled.

The thought made her arms tighten around you, her kisses becoming a bit more urgent as she felt your hands move from her cheeks to her ribs and waist, stroking her skin while holding her close.

She couldn’t lose you to Miranda’s plots and spite. She would not-

Your hand on her cheek made her thoughts quieten, the vampire lady’s eyes blinking open and meeting your gentle ones.

“It’s going to be alright, draga...”

Alcina’s eyes searched your own, a quiet sigh leaving her slightly parted lips before her expression turned decisive.

“It is. I promise.”

You let out a faint chuckle and kissed her once more, your lips moving sensually against each other as your tongues intertwined once you deepened the kiss. Feeling her leg trailing up yours, you leaned down and grabbed the underside of her thighs before standing once more, her legs wrapped tightly around your hips as you moved a bit towards the shallow end of the pool until the blood reached your stomach.

As her back hit the chilly tiles on the blood-stained wall, Alcina felt shivers travel down her skin before the warmth of your skin touched her again, your body moulding against hers and making her let out a low sigh of pleasure.

It was a good thing that the blood had been diluted a bit, or the haze would have already gone straight to her head by now-

The Matriarch let out a faint gasp when your hips rolled against hers, her golden eyes fluttering at the feeling as your lips placed soft kisses along her jaw and neck, right on the spots that you knew would make her shiver.

“Iulia…”

You dragged your tongue against her collarbones, her nails scratching the base of your skull and tangling in your hair making your breaths turn into a pleased rumble, and kept up your languid and slow rocking, the blood moving around gently as you did.

With a low moan, Alcina’s head tilted back, revealing more of her neck to your soft lips, and started meeting your hips with her own, her nails running along your shoulders and down your spine, tracing stiff muscle and soft skin alike.

Reaching up, you turned her head forward with a light grip on her hair, your forehead pressing against hers as your breaths turned slightly ragged the more you two moved, molten gold meeting darkened amber as if locked in a trance.

“I want to see you, draga…”

The words made Alcina’s hands grip your shoulders more tightly, her own breaths building up into a fast panting and mingling with yours as your lips brushed and pressed against each other.

The Hall of Ablution was filled with the sound of sloshing water and soft moans, the smell of blood permeating the air, but it didn’t affect you as much as the woman in front of you, her touches burning and her movements driving you on and on as she whispered sweet words and promises against your lips until you felt your own body almost mould with hers.

You could feel your muscles grow taut as the friction grew more pleasurable by the second, your thighs tensing to the point of being almost uncomfortable, but you refused to stop until Alcina came undone. And considering the way she kept arching into your chest and raking her nails into your shoulders, you wouldn’t have had to wait long.

The older vampire’s breaths hit your damp and dripping skin, her moans growing in pitch despite her muffling them into your neck, and as she felt herself heading straight to the point of no return, she cupped your jaw almost desperately and slammed her lips against yours, her cry lost into your mouth while her body shook in your arms.

With a deep growl, you pushed her harder against the wall of the pool, your eyebrows pinched in concentration until, with a series of uncoordinated and frantic pumps, you felt yourself come too, your hands gripping her asscheeks tightly and pressing her cunt flush with yours.

As the two of you calmed down eventually, you slowly sank closer to the steps of the pool, Alcina’s legs still wrapped around your hips and her fingers tracing the scratches running up and down your back. Her touch was featherlight as her golden eyes watched the skin heal quickly and disappear, the blood aiding the process until your skin had return to its unblemished state.

“Hmm...pity they didn’t stay longer...”

“You can always try again later, you know?”

You smirked softly, kissing her cheek and holding her close while her shoulders shook with her light chuckle.

“Tempting...”

Alcina let out a soft sigh, her cheek resting on top of your shoulder as she sagged fully into your arms, satisfied and sated. You limited yourself to run your fingers through her hair, your chin resting on top of her head while your lips traced the shell of her ear from time to time.

“...I missed this.”

“I do enjoy the bloodbath and sex mix myself.”

“Not that, you smartass.” Alcina rolled her eyes as you snorted, slapping your chest lightly in response, “I meant this. Us...having some time for each other...”

You hummed softly, rolling a strand of her dark hair between your fingers.

“You’ve been working non-stop for days. You deserve a break.”

“We deserve a break. Don’t think I don’t remember seeing you asleep in the library not even two days ago.”

“Turning it into a competition, draga?” you raised an eyebrow, chuckling, “We both know who the workaholic is between us.”

At her indignant huff, you leaned back and cupped her cheeks, stroking her soft skin with your thumbs. She still looked tired, but the lines under her eyes were gone and her complexion looked better than hours before. Slowly, you moved closer until your lips were ghosting along hers, the action making the older vampire relax even more.

“Proposition for you.”

“Oh? I’m listening…”

Grinning softly, you trailed your lips along her sharp cheekbones, enjoying the small purr leaving her throat.

“I think it’s high time we took a break, no?” you placed a finger over her lips as they parted, interrupting her objection, “Just us. Alone. No one else to bother us.”

“What about the meetings and-”

“Bela can start attending a couple for us and we’ll reschedule the rest.”

“Bela…?” Alcina’s brows furrowed, her expression turning slightly concerned, “She has only ever attended a few and I was always there, she’s never done this on her own-”

“No better time to learn than the present. And I’m sure Cassandra will be there with her.”

“...what about Daniela?”

The Countess raised an eyebrow at your snort, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“With the new shipments from the Duke, she won’t leave the library for the next week at the very least. Which means that we will have all the time to recharge and…enjoy each other.”

Her head tilted to the side as you whispered the last part against the skin of her neck, the thought sending a thrill of excitement down her spine. It had been some time after all and she was hardly satisfied…

The sensation of your fangs nipping at the juncture between her neck and shoulder made her lips part with a small gasp, warmth pooling quickly in her lower body as her nails sank into your shoulders, her mind coming up blank.

…oh, what the hell

With a low growl, she grabbed your hair and pulled your head up from her neck to plant her lips against yours, her body pressing impossibly close as she rocked her hips forward, your own moans swallowed by her mouth.

Grabbing the underside of her thighs, you stood up and climbed the marble steps leading out of the blood pool, not even bothering with grabbing a towel as you pushed the doors of the Hall of Ablution open and made your way to your shared chambers, blood dripping in your wake until you slammed the door closed, the sounds that followed echoing down the corridor well into the night and coming morning.

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“What do you mean the Countess is indisposed? We were supposed to hold a meeting today!”

Bela bit back a sigh of exasperation and glanced at her sister from the corner of her eye, Cassandra’s mocking grin infuriating the lord currently busy huffing and puffing to the Dimitrescu heir as they walked out of Alcina’s study.

“You heard me, my lord. We have covered the fundamentals with the other Houses today, but you’ll have to reschedule if you want a private audience with the Matriarch.”

“This is unacceptable.” the lord continued, following the two sisters down the corridor, “Lady Dimitrescu was supposed to declare for me in my dealings with the Moskŏviçs. The bastards are seizing my counties left and right!”

“Then maybe you should be there yourself, my lord, and stop them.”

Cassandra’s sarcastic quip made the vampire lord bristle, his lips parting in outrage before Bela stopped him with a raised hand, her golden eyes firm.

“My mother’s decision is not up for debate, Lord Soutzos. You will have to wait for her return, just like the rest of the Houses, unless you decide to go ahead without her support.”

Bela’s posture was impossibly straight as she stared the Lord down, her sister at her side, ready to knock the bothersome man down a few pegs if need be, but as she mentally prepared herself for the obvious incoming rant, they were all interrupted by the sound of someone else coming down the corridor.

Or more like strolling.

“Dimitri! I thought I heard some familiar screeching.”

The three vampires turned around at your voice, the older lord ready to snap at your tone before he froze, his eyes widening so fast Bela thought he was going to turn into a fish.

You stopped at her side, the blonde’s shoulders relaxing minutely as she felt your scent – and her mother’s – hit her nostrils, while Cassandra, who had been subtly moving between her sister and Lord Soutzos, slinked to your right, her golden gaze almost glimmering in anticipation.

The man’s eyes trailed up and down your robe-clad figure and bare feet before moving away, the scent of blood, sex and perfume leaving no doubt about what  you and the Matriarch had been up to.  

“Well?”

The Lord’ head snapped up once more, his throat clearing as he saw your raised eyebrow before he spoke in a much meeker tone.

“Lady Montescu, I was just explaining to the girls here-“

“The Countess’ daughters and heirs, you mean.”

“I- yes, of course.” he stammered for a second, cursing himself, “I was just explaining how I needed to speak to the Matriarch regarding my lands-“

“And what answer were you given, hm?”

The man’s jaw clenched tightly, his eyebrows pulling down into a scowl as he glared at the floor.

“...that she was indisposed at the moment.”

“So, the natural question that follows is: why are you still here?”

“Lady Dimitrescu promised me her aid.” the man continued stubbornly, “Had I known she was too busy sleeping around-“

His words were suddenly interrupted by the sound of his sharp choking, the vampire’s hands scrambling to grip your wrist as you held him up by his throat. Bela and Cassandra were watching on, the latter’s body thrumming with energy as she smirked wildly, while her sister remained more composed, despite the darkening of her eyes.

“To whom have you pledged allegiance, Dimitri?”

The man gasped as you tightened your grip when he didn’t immediately respond, his nails clawing at your hand.

“Th-The Matriarch...”

“And who expressly told you to leave and wait for her orders?”

“Her...cough...her daughters and heirs...”

“And who is about to snap your neck because you didn’t curb your tongue?”

The man’s expression was positively terrified, his face paling drastically before the lack of oxygen caused it to redden, dark veins appearing along and under his eyes as the blood vessels there popped from the pressure.

“L-Lady Iulia-“

“Who?”

“Her...her consort...!You...Lady Montescu!”

You smirked at his desperate yell, the way his feet kicked the air and his hands clawed at your wrist and forearm almost pulling a laugh out of you. Almost.

The next second, Lord Soutzos hit the floor hard, his chest contracting and expanding with every cough and gasp he let out as he tried to get in as much oxygen as possible. But before he could recover, he felt your foot hit his side, the sharp pain making him grunt and fall back against the wall behind him as your shadow loomed over him.

“Go back to your hole, Dimitri. And be glad I don’t kill you for your disrespect. A worm cannot fancy himself a serpent when his masters are away.”

The man held his throat as he slowly crawled back to his feet, his yellow eyes going from you to the other two Dimitrescus, yet before he could leave, he was stopped by your words.

“What do you say, Dimitri?”

The vampire lord swallowed, hesitating for but a moment before he turned to bow deeply, first at Bela and Cassandra, then at you.

“Forgive me...your highnesses.”

“Go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his footsteps rushing down the corridor like the Devil was chasing after him.

Maybe I should let Cassandra do just that.

Bela’s clearing of her throat made you turn towards her, her raised eyebrow at your state making you smirk as the loose robe you wore revealed plenty of the marks left on your skin.

“You do enjoy making an entrance, don’t you?”

“You need to find your pleasures wherever you can, cățelușă.”

Cassandra huffed from next to her sister, looking down the corridor where the other vampire had fled.

“We were handling it.”

“I never doubted you two, but diplomacy only goes so far. Sometimes, sheep need a little...push.”

“Clearly.” Bela hummed, looking back at you, “You and mother are finally ready to rejoin the land of the living, I take it?”

“Oh, no no no.” you snorted loudly, starting to walk away and down the opposite direction Lord Soutzos had run to, “I was on my way back from the dungeons.”

The two sisters exchanged a confused glance as they followed you, only now noticing the shackles dangling from your left hand.

“...weren’t those stuck to a wall once?”

“We needed the heavy duty ones.”

You smirked at their horrified and disgusted expressions, Cassandra’s tongue sticking out like she was going to puke while Bela massaged her temple as the three of you turned the corner towards the Countess’ quarters.

“So gross. I didn’t need to know that...”

“Does this mean I need to move tomorrow’s meeting too?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact...” you turned towards the blonde, smirking, “Cancel all of them for the rest of week. You can decide which ones have the priority and handle them.”

“W-What? Me?”

Bela’s sputtering pulled a snort out of her sister, the two watching you incredulously as you stopped at Alcina’s door.

“You’ve been doing an excellent job, Bela, your mother and I are proud of you. Pick the meetings you want to handle and deal with them however you see fit. Your sisters will help you.”

Bela’s eyes widened in surprise and no small amount of happiness, the thought of her mother’s approval making her bite her lip to keep herself from smiling – not that you hadn’t already noticed – but as her lips parted to ask if you were really sure of the decision, the door behind you suddenly pulled open, the two Dimitrescu sisters taking a half step back and watching on as their (very much naked) mother’s clawed hand grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you into the darkness of the room, a deep growl followed by your laughter echoing in the corridor until the door slammed shut once more, plummeting everything in silence.

...

...

...

“...I’m going to go bleach my eyes and cut off my ears. Want to come?”

“I’m right behind you.”

[cilil]

Seeing that this has resonated with some people, I am now going to say the positive stuff that I wasn't in the right mindset to say when I made the original post.

While sometimes you will end up feeling like your creations didn't matter (myself included, I'm not free of doubt and anxiety after all), I want you to know, for what it's worth, that I have utmost respect and love for people who felt like their passion and their creativity wasn't welcome or meant anything to anyone, but said "fuck it" and made whatever they wanted to make anyway.

And as someone who has recently been digging decades deep into a small, niche fandom I can also tell you it's actually quite likely that one day, even if it's years after you've moved on, someone will come and find your work and be immensely glad that it exists. I've sought out the people whose works I loved since, was able to find some at least, and it's been a wonderful experience for everyone as far as I can tell. I've rarely experienced such joy, just getting to meet the people who made these really cool things, and while my sudden appearance might've been a little surprising or even jarring, I think the joy was mutual.

I can't promise that whoever finds your work one day is as insane and willing to embarrass themselves online with their passion as I am, but I can pretty much guarantee that it will happen. Even if you never know it. And I know that not knowing if it meant something and to whom isn't satisfying, but it may at least be a comforting thought.

So. To all creators: In one way or another, it will matter. Even if some people out there act like it doesn't.

And to all fandom dwellers: Let creators know that it matters if you can. No pressure of course. But if you do have the opportunity - courage, my friend. I can only say once again that the days I reached out and ended up talking to people I admire were some of the happiest days of my life. I clicked with many of them too and we became friends.

It's all worth it. It truly is.

And I'm glad that you're here with me today.

In light of some recent posts I would like to add: Many people hold themselves back from creating what they want to create for their fandom because they feel it won't matter anyway with big popular creators being around and entire fandoms clinging to them and ignoring everyone else and all that and...

...I was gonna say something positive and rest assured that I will always be there for you no matter how big or small you are, but also I very much understand the sentiment because I've been made to feel that way too. Often and a lot. I still don't think anything what I do matters in the grand scheme of things, I just do it because it matters to me and a few people I know.

Idk what to add except let's all be a bit nicer and more welcoming and supportive also to new people and those who aren't massively popular pretty please?

[coolnonsenseworld]

I've been working on a lot of new pieces and making them into merch, but before I start posting all of them you can go check out in the shops (linktr.ee/mezzy) Valentine's Bundle - merch that celebrates love (.... I mean klance, but I added Cuddlers as well, because I bet that if everyone had a Cuddler, world would be a better place).

There is a discount code fo 14% off of the Valentine's bundle - 7 codes for each shop (Bigcartel and Payhip) so use LO7E at the check out for a discount!

Happy Valentine's everyone thank you so much for sharing this with me and see you with the next post 💕💖💖

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[pushing500]

Goodbye Melissa, LeJeune, Hummel, and Eugenia (and Xerxes the wildebeest)! Mechi threw you a lovely farewell party. He hopes you enjoy your time at Arwell so much that you never come back! <3

Mechi can never turn down a sibling sob story. Hits too close to home. Also, Wetherbee is an adorable name, so that helps.

Probably the only time Mechi has regretted sending people away so quickly. Alas and alack, he will have to be disappointed with this inspiration. Sorry, Mechi.

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[tenojan-in-tevinter]

Honestly I really want to be able to side with Solas in dreadwolf. I think it'd be super interesting to play as an elf in Tevinter and be able to just go "yeah actually I think Fen'Harel is right let's tear down that veil." I mean I assume the main conflict will be Solas trying to convince your character to join him, or your character being told they have to try and stop him, and there are not enough games that let you side with the presented "villain" character. I want to see what the world is like with no veil I'm so interested. Also so interested to see what full-on Fen'Harel Solas is like. Is he still as empathetic? Or is he more conniving and distanced from "mortals" like the old stories would have us believe?

[arundolyn]

ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender