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Pick-a-card: What’s blocking your manifestations

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Pile 1

I see that you’re manifesting balance, comfort, progress and a new beginning, I see that you’re overwhelmed and you want a break or you want things to go your way without having to struggle too much for it. I see that you’re manifesting something that you know is already meant for you but you’re trying to make it come faster, some of you could be manifesting karma for the people or person that hurt you/you want them to feel the pain that they gave to you. One thing that’s blocking your manifestations is divine timing, things will happen naturally and you can’t rush it. I also see that you could be focusing too much on the future and you’re not staying grounded in the present, you need to be more appreciative of the things you have now so that you can keep getting more in the future. Some of you could be settling because you don’t want to keep fighting for what you want but you have to stay consistent so you can be satisfied in the long run, some of you could be trying to do things on your own but asking for help could move things along quicker. Try thinking about things from a different perspective or being more creative in your approach so that you can manifest faster. Advice- give your goals more time to manifest because changing things too frequently won’t help, pray for what you want/stay consistent and patient. Signs- Leo/aquarius, Leo in the 8th house/aquarius in 7th house. Initials- B, T, S, J, Q

Pile 2

I see that you’re trying to manifest more control, power, optimism and faith. I see you’re manifesting healing and trying to move on from regrets, you could also be manifesting a better temperament and more patience. One of the things blocking your manifestations is other people’s energy, I see that this could be someone in your romantic life or people you spend a lot of time with causing a blockage in your manifestations. I also see that you could be blocking your manifestations because you’re not tapping into your potential, I see that you need to protect your energy more and don’t tell people your goals or plans because subconsciously they could be sending you negative energy. I see that cutting off people you know isn’t good for you will help with your manifestations. Advice- don’t focus too much on your love life, stop letting toxic people get close to you. Be more private or secretive even with your friends or family, learn how to save more money and plan better with your finances. Signs- Scorpio/pisces, Aries or Virgo in 3rd house. Initials- B, A, R, Q

Pile 3

I see that you’re manifesting personal power, protection, confidence and boldness. I see that you’re manifesting more intelligence or the ability to prepare and plan better, you could also be manifesting a transformation or renewal. I see that you’re trying to protect what you worked for or you’re trying to learn how to defend and protect yourself better, you may also be trying to manifest better health and more movement in your life. One thing that’s blocking your manifestations is you because you’re too afraid to put yourself out there and you don’t want to be judged, I see that you can be too submissive sometimes and you’re not that comfortable taking the lead or having power. Your lack of confidence or lack of pride could be blocking your manifestations, you may be too humble sometimes. I see for some of you that your twin flame or lover could be blocking your manifestations, I see that you could be mirroring their energy and that’s what stopping you. You need more independence and more time to yourself, for some of you I see that your religion or spirituality is blocking your manifestations because you’re too concerned about doing things in a certain way that seems right ritualistically or you could be relying on it too much and not putting anything into action. Some of you may not be praying or connecting enough with your religion or spirituality and that’s what blocking your manifestations. Advice-don’t keep crying over spilled milk and think about the things you do have, stop letting the past or regrets hold you back. Spend some time alone and re center yourself, it’s time to do some self reflecting and soul searching so you can figure things out on your own. Signs- Gemini/sagittarius, Pisces in 9th house/Sagittarius in 6th house. Initials- D, E, C, V, P

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Cleaning up the Timeline

{You wake up to a surprise from Sylus and Xavier. Your time at the beach house is coming to an end, and you have something to tell your boys.}

Read on ao3. Part One.

Tags: Reader/L&DS Men, Romance, Ocean, Beach Shenanigans, Three!some, FMM, Lots of lovey doveyness in this one.

Chapter 16: The Beach House

You awake to the softest of sounds. The puffs of air punched out of sleep-drunk lungs, steamy and lurid against the still air of night. 

Lying on your stomach, your senses only barely pick up the thing that roused you. The shifting of sheets, the movement so slow and quiet but just enough to tickle at your periphery. To alert that part of your brain and entice it to wake. 

“Shh, my prince.” A dark, husky whisper meets your pricked ears. “Keep quiet or you’ll wake her.”

It’s the devil. Satan in his perfect, beautiful allure. There is desire and destruction in that voice, and it drags your poor mortal soul into it. Nothing but a weak, sinful piece of flesh. 

A low, choked noise makes your eyes press tightly closed, fighting to open. 

There is no mistaking what the noises are– as you rise from dreamland and into the cold waking world. Wet, slurping noises too rhythmic to be anything but the slide of hips. The press of flesh against flesh, the very air is hot with desire. 

When you manage to open your eyes, ever so slowly, you’re certain you’re dreaming. Or something like it. A hallucination perhaps. Tricks of moonlight and stardust forming an image so very foul and fair it makes you jolt. 

Sylus and Xavier. The two fair haired men lie on their sides facing you. Sylus has an arm around Xavier’s neck, nearly in a headlock, pushing the other man’s chin back and exposing the long, pearly column of his throat. 

The blankets are pushed down to their thighs, and their pants pushed down just enough. They must have been desperate. Desperate to be close. Desperate for touch. Desperate not to wake you. 

Xavier’s cock jolts when you meet his eyes, and a low, drawn out moan filters through his rosy lips. A little drop of precum leaking from his tip. Sylus moves slowly behind him, pressing into the wet heat of his lover’s ass with thrusts that can only be deemed torturous. 

“Look what you did.” Sylus growls in Xavier’s ear. So softly, yet full of mirth, “You woke her up.”

You haven’t moved anything besides your eyes at this point, unable to find the strength to do so. What if moving breaks the illusion– The perfect, debauched vision of Xavier getting sleepy fucked in the bed next to you. 

Behind Sylus on the bedside table, you see a bottle of lube. Had that always been there? 

“S-Sylus…” Xavier whines, hips pressing back. They must have been at it for some time because Xavier is in that breathless vacuum of edging that makes him speechless. 

“You were so insistent…” Sylus groans, biting softly at Xavier’s earlobe, “Not to wake her up. That she needed to rest. Didn’t let me even have a taste, and look what you did? You woke her up anyway.”

“Wha–” You breathe, mouth finally back in your control. You lift up onto your elbows, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Sylus’ laugh sounds like a rumbling growl, the echoing baritone of a beast in a cave. All hunger and lust. 

“Didn’t–” Xavier chokes as Sylus slams his hips a little harder into him, “N-needed rest. Still hurt.”

Fuck that, You think, and move to close the gap between you. Xavier, for all his half-hearted denials, reaches out to you first, and kisses you like he might try to drown himself. Sucking on your bottom lip and gasping at the taste of your tongue like it’s the last drop of water on a desert island. 

“Poor prince…” Sylus coos almost mockingly, “He was so hard, kitten. Rutting like an animal against you. I had to give him something to distract him with.”

Xavier’s jaw clenches and he reaches back to grab a harsh fistful of silver hair, which only serves to make Sylus grin. A pleased moan leaves Sylus’ lips, the pain Xavier seeks to inflict only spurs him on more. 

“Poor Xavier,” You whisper, taking on a placating tone. Starry blue eyes snap to you, utterly wrecked as you drift your hands along Xavier’s torso. “You should have woke me. If you needed me.”

Xavier’s mouth is open like he’s trying to speak, but only half-jolted sounds leave him. Punished out of him from Sylus’ thick cock that spears him. 

“I tried to tell him.” Sylus drawls, nipping at the skin of Xavier’s shoulder and making the man keen. 

This power dynamic is trippy. Some illicit, heady drug that makes you feel like a conqueror. A high-ranking general in a crusading army, and your plundering victim is Xavier. Pliant, weepy Xavier– who so often takes charge. Who commands the room and everyone in it with his quiet dominance. To have him writhing as the tips of your fingers toy with the tip of his cock– god there’s nothing like it. 

“You’re so mean to me, Xavier.” You whine, and Xavier whimpers in reply. He’s clawing at you. Holding onto your arms and then your waist while he’s being so thoroughly, slowly fucked. 

“Come here kitten,” Sylus calls, and you have to press your body against Xavier’s to reach him. Over Xavier’s shoulder you kiss Sylus, his teeth finding purchase on your bottom lip and sucking a harsh mark there. “I want you to lay back for me. Can you do that, please?”

You nod and roll away, and the friction Xavier found against your abdomen is gone– leaving him panting in feverish want. 

On your back, Sylus hums in satisfaction and commands you to remove your clothes– so you do. Bare in the moonlight, you see the already dilated pupil of Xavier’s eyes widen even further. Drinking in every expanse of skin you gift him. A predator studying his prey, understanding the very way your ligaments connect your bones. 

You’re dripping wet by the time they move. Shedding their own clothes and Sylus has barely slipped out, and Xavier’s barely got his pants full off before he’s on you. The blond man, pressing flush to your front, the heat of his cock so very close to the quivering slit you desperately want him inside. 

Xavier is playing with your clit, and drinking in your moans while Sylus comes up behind him. 

“This will be fun.” Sylus croons. His wide hands find controlling positions at Xavier’s hips, and like a marionette he moves Xavier to your core. It’s Sylus’ control that has Xavier entering you, and the thought of it has you keening, high pitched and pathetic. 

Sylus’ smile is all canine. Nearly drooling as he watches with utter fascination as he’s able to move Xavier’s hips in, and out. He takes a few minutes to fuck you using Xavier, and the man between you two is just as gone. 

You’ve never seen Xavier so overcome. So utterly lost in sensation. He’s never been so pliant before. He’s the tide and Sylus is the moon, push and pull and following his every call. You’re just the observer, the sailboat shifting along the waves. 

His eyes find you through the fog, glassy with yearning and every time Sylus pushes him back inside you, you meet his wanting lips. 

The friction is so delicate and yet so erotic that you’re moaning into Xavier’s mouth with every tiny movement, and you whine at the loss of movement when Sylus stops. 

Xavier’s cock is pressed snugly against your cervix, a tight, almost painful sensation but it still makes you tremble every time he twitches. Your senses are so full of Xavier that you barely notice Sylus moving. Pushing Xavier a little higher up so that he can push himself back inside. 

You half-expect Sylus to enter you. It’s been too long since you’ve had two at once. That indelible stretch makes you feral, stripping you down to your bones of animalistic desire, but that’s not what happens. 

The sound that leaves Xavier’s lips can only be classified as disastrous. It’s an overcoming of sensations that leaves the mind fracturing around it. The mental shattered by the power of the physical as Sylus thrusts inside him. 

Xavier is gasping for air. The incalescence of your wet cunt squeezing him, and the depravity of Sylus’ thick cock against his prostate is more than his mind can comprehend. 

No one has moved, and yet Xavier’s mumbling, “I’m gonna– Oh god, I’m gonna come bunny. “

“Not yet,” Even Sylus sounds on the edge of madness, like the added chain reaction is grating on the very last shred of his self-control. “Kitten comes first, right?”

The words strike some kind of cord inside Xavier because he’s moving his hips. Every press back spears him further on Sylus, and every press forward pushes him deeper inside you. “Please,bunny. Oh please– ngh, I can't– Oh god, bunny come. Come for me. Come on me. I need it. I need it. I need it.”

Xavier lifts up just enough to start madly playing with your clit. His scalding desperation makes him sloppy, but it's enough to send you careening toward orgasm. You peer over Xavier’s shoulder at Sylus, and see him biting his lower lip until it bleeds. His hands are clenching around Xavier’s hips so tight they’ll likely bruise. Xavier might be the one with teary eyes and begging lips, but Sylus is just as wrecked. 

Sylus, unable to resist for a second more, starts moving his hips in short, powerful thrusts. They send Xavier slamming into you, and one look at the blood dripping down Sylus’ chin and depraved look on his face has you coming suddenly and violently.

You gush around Xavier, and the blond man gasps like you’ve taken hold of this throat with your teeth. He’s only a half-second behind you, dissolving into rhythmic moans as his cock throbs painfully with release. He fucks his come into you with desperation– thrusts turning into purposeful rolls of his hips. 

“So p-perfect,” Xavier moans into you, “You take everything I give you so well. Oh, my love. My starlight.”

Your hands, which had been holding onto the bedsheets for dear life, come up to cup the sides of his face. Jostled by the punching thrusts of Sylus.

“Fuck, fuck.” Sylus snarls braced over the two of you and so very close, “Fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna f-fucking fill you up.”

You reach out to Sylus, gripping his wrist tightly and letting your nails bite into his skin. A shocking cry bolts out of him, and his hips slam against Xavier– who whines at the harshness. 

Sylus rolls his hips with the aftershocks of his orgasm. And the three of you take a moment to bask in this odd sandwich you’ve created. Sticky and satisfied. 

You’re the first to catch your breath, caressing Sylus’ arm and then down Xavier’s side, “What time is it?”

“Three AM.” Xavier rasps into your neck. “Last I checked.”

“Ugh, that’s so early.” You whine as you press back hair from your face, “Any chance we can just….go to sleep? Clean up in the morning?”

Xavier laughs, and you can feel it in your cunt, making you gasp softly. A matching one escapes Sylus, and you forget how intrinsically you all are connected. 

“Cleanup first.” Sylus says as he presses a kiss to the middle of Xavier’s back and then pulls out. “I’ll get the shower started.”

Xavier concurs with a soft hum, and tenderly brushes the side of your face with his nose before kissing your temple. “Just a quick one. Then we can sleep, and I’ll make sure you’re able to sleep in tomorrow. Alright?”

“Only if you sleep in with me.” You whisper, and catch him before he can pull out by wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel his cock stir with interest at the movement.

“If that is what the lady desires.” Xavier replies, “Anything you wish.”

You smile and pull him until he’s forehead to forehead with you, “I think you’re the only one I haven’t said it to yet.”

Xavier’s brow creases a little, and you feel it more than see it. “Said what?”

“I love you.” You breathe into him, and he pauses. 

There’s a moment where nothing happens. He just stares at you, illuminated by the moonlight looking like dew upon the delicate petal of a myosotis. Sticky with the resin of your previous desire. 

You watch as he processes what you’ve told him, and with a bit of surprise, you see his expression harden, “I’m the last one you told?”

You can’t help but laugh, and Xavier silences you with a searing kiss. He pulls away and you pull him back, licking into his wanting mouth to quiet whatever jealous or insecure thought must have urged him to say such a thing.

“I love you. I love all of you. There is no order.” You insist with a smile, but Xavier’s expression doesn’t soften. “I’m sure you’ve told the others you love them far before you even knew me. It’s not a race, Xavier.”

“No, it’s not a race.” Xavier’s voice is calm, but his cock is hard again, and he rolls it back into you with a purposeful thrust, “But I loved you before I knew you. There is a part of me that did know you. That will always know you. When we were just stardust, I knew you. And I loved you.”

You gasp at his words coupled with a languid thrusts of his hips. You didn’t realize you were fucking again, or that your body even could go another round until that familiar coil tightens in your belly. A snake of sin swirling up your spine. 

He pauses. Nestled as deep as he can go, and then wraps his arms around your waist. With less effort than should be possible, he lifts the two of you up. You lock your ankles together and hang on for dear life as he walks across the room and over to the bathroom– still snug inside you. 

The sound of the shower only barely muffles the sound of Sylus’ amused laughter.

The shower isn’t as big as the one you have at home, and so the three of you squeeze inside. You squeal when Xavier presses you back against the blue and teal tiled wall. He wastes no time in plundering your mouth and pushing short, focused thrusts into your dripping heat. 

Sylus’ hands come up stroke along your sides, another line of overstimulation. You mewl and press the side of your face against Xavier’s as he chases after another incandescent high. 

“You always take me so well.” Xavier praises, breathless and adoring. Among the steam and the misting water, little starbursts of light begin to sparkle. Floating lazily in the air– the pure manifestation of joy. “My darling. My love. Made for me.”

It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to finish. Warmed and pliant by the heat of the water cascading down your bodies. And it’s lazier than it was in the bedroom. A quiet, last hurrah of the night that Sylus talks you through.

“You two make quite the sight,” Sylus purrs, “But let’s stop at two rounds, yes? I don’t think the poor kitten can take it.”

Xavier sucks a mark onto your pulse before slowly lowering you down onto your feet, but his hands never leave you, letting you lean against his chest while he turns you to be in the center of the shower’s spray. 

The three of you get cleaned up, and you’re sat on the countertop to be dried off. A towel tossed over your head and gently massaging your dripping hair. Sylus leaves the bathroom for a moment and comes back with some clothes. He slowly helps you put a pair of red panties on, and then a large shirt that smells a little too much like cognac and musk to be yours. 

Back in bed, you’re boneless. A boneless, wrung out rag sapped of your very soul. Xavier crawls in right behind you, curling around your body like a form fitting body pillow. Sylus takes a second to go and open one of the windows slightly, the sounds of the waves filling the room with their hypnotic lull.

Sylus enters the bed on the other side of you, walling you in. A battlement of stone and silver. There’s a unique kind of comfort that comes from the loss of movement that their heavy bodies provide, and you succumb to it with abandon.

The next day is filled with lounging beneath the beach umbrella, the sun-heated sand soothing the slight ache in your bones. Rafayel lies on his side beside you, propped on his elbow and placing a line of seashells down your back. The cool touch of each shell is like some kind of sensory spa experience, and you’re too sleepy to ponder on it. 

Resting on your stomach with your head cushioned by a rolled up towel, you submit to Rafayel’s little decoration exercise, and only peek your eyes open when you hear the shutter sound of a camera. 

He’s holding up his phone, a pair of charms dangling from the side– a fish and a kitten, a joke from Sylus. When he notices your incredulous look, he grins at you, “Stay still, cutie. I need some good reference pics.”

“Reference pics?” You repeat but Rafayel hushes you.

“The shells are perfect. They match the line of your spine just so. I need to get the right angle, hold still.” Rafayel is thorough and the sound of the shutter is near constant. His poor phone’s memory…

Sylus comes over, a long paddleboard tucked under his arm, “Get some vertical shots. I need a new phone wallpaper.”

You lift your head to scowl at Sylus, who grins toothily at you. You feel a few of the shells at your shoulders slip further down your back, and Rafayel whines in utter disbelief. “Don’t move!”

With a sigh, you lay back down but peer up at Sylus as best you can, “Are you going to surf?”

Sylus chuckles and shifts the board in his hold, “No, the bay is too calm for that. Zayne and I are just going to paddle around for a bit. He thinks we’ll see some dolphins.”

Your interest is piqued. “Dolphins?”

“You’re ruining my photoshoot.” Rafayel huffs. “Now you’ve promised dolphins. Go on then, go see the dolphins, cutie.”

Rafayel leans back, and you roll over to let the shells slide off. “Can I come? Do I need a board?”

“You can sit with me. Just don’t tip me over, okay?” Sylus lends you a hand to help you up, and you bounce to stand. Following him down to the water with a fluttering giddiness in your chest. 

Zayne catches up to you while Sylus helps you onto the board, telling you to sit before climbing onto it behind you. The dark-haired man’s even expression falls into displeasure, “She should have a life jacket.”

“Zayne!” You screech, “I’m not five! I can swim perfectly fine, and we have no intention of falling in, do we Sylus?”

“I’ll be at the very tippy top of my game.” Sylus replies mirthfully. 

Zayne grumbles a little, and climbs up onto his own paddleboard, “Accidents happen even at the best of times.”

“Well, good thing I have two strong men to rescue me should little ole’ me fall into the depths below.” You reply, only feeling a little bitter. 

Sylus hums and begins to paddle, pushing away from the shore and out towards the bay. You keep your knees close to your chest but let your fingertips dip into the edges of the water. Zayne follows a few feet back, and you can feel the tension in the air around him. Literally. The air around Zayne is several degrees cooler than the rest. 

You know he means well, and your injury has only exacerbated that protective side of his. He cares, and having such an extensive medical knowledge of all the very many things that can kill someone must be overwhelming. 

Thinking about it, with a clear head that matches the endless clear horizon, you realize that you’re much different than you used to be. Zayne knew you as a child. As a reckless, carefree child that was fearless even on their worst day. Then, as adults, he knew you as a hunter. A trained, honed professional that handled monsters and criminals without batting an eye. Getting hurt was a part of your job, but back then you had a team. 

There was protocol to follow for Hunters to minimize risk. Your fellow fighters could pull you out if things got too hairy, and the medical response was nearly as fast as your team was. 

Now? Now, you were alone. A suspended hunter who carried a firearm to make her lovers feel better. You’d turned into someone you barely recognized from your grief, and you realize that maybe…maybe Zayne didn’t recognize you either. 

The trip around the bay is slow. The paddles cutting into the water barely splash, and it’s achingly peaceful. Helios and Aeolus play a balancing game– the heat from the sun tempered by the wind's cool gusts. 

There isn’t much talking, not until you spy a dolphin less than twenty feet away. And you jump in utter childlike surprise that nearly sends Sylus toppling into the water. He smacks your arm slightly with the paddle for being foolish, but it's barely a tap. 

It’s barely a glimpse but it’s amazing! The pod of three silvery creatures swims just nearby but then quickly away, spooked by the unfamiliar creatures that are you and your boys. 

You wish you had your camera or something to commemorate it.

However, when you get back to shore, Rafayel has plenty of photos from the beach of the three of you. The reflection of the clouds on the water gives the optical illusion that you’re floating in the sky, and it's utterly magnificent.

You spend two weeks at that beach house. Two weeks of luxuriating like a Roman emperor on fine food and hedonistic sex. Wine is drank, and every surface of that house is christened with some new, creative act of debauchery. 

One morning, Zayne and you are the only ones awake. He sets you in the window seat on the eastern side of the house– the morning sun a halo behind you. The coffee you made is forgotten on the counter, and Zayne spends the next hour enjoying his breakfast. He eats you out like he’s actually starved for it, and doesn’t stop until you’ve come three times and the coffee has long since gone cold. 

Another evening, Xavier comes into your room, shushes you before you wake Rafayel at your side, and takes you out to the beach. He lays out a blanket and the two of you lay out under the stars. He points out constellations and planets– systems that are millions of lightyears away, and yet he knows them with such certainty. So, you have him keep naming the stars while you ride him. Watching as his eyes fall closed in rapture as he lists off the Triangulum galaxy and talks about the Magellanic clouds. Weeping of Andromeda on his lips when he finishes inside you. 

Rafayel tries on more than one occasion to get you into the water. Luring you out like a siren with promises of this being your little secret. The doctor doesn’t have to know. Just a little swim. You compromise on a soak in the large bathtub. The sunset painted him in shifting hues of copper, blush, and lavender. The water is warm, and bubbles overflow over the side of the clawfoot monstrosity that fits you both comfortably. Delicate little rainbow bubbles that pop silently with every shift. He makes love to you. Lips only parting for breath. and hips flush together. Instead of thrusts the two of you just roll together. Grind like flint and steel but the sparks turn to effervescent bubbles in the pool of your longing. 

Sylus steals a moment after the others have gone to bed. You help him lather some aloe over the sunburns on his back and shoulders– coating his nose for good measure as well. He returns the favor by massaging a citrus scented oil into your skin. Not stopping until you’re certain he’s touching you for the fun of it and not for anything else. He takes off your clothes like unwrapping a delicate parcel– piece by delicate piece. And all the teeth and aggression you’re used to from him has somehow dissolved into reverent tenderness. His movements are slow. They’re methodical. He lavishes you with the softest of kisses up and down your body. Like he might memorize the map of your skin through lips alone. 

When he carries you upstairs to the only empty bed left, he lays you down on it like a groom might a bride. And you suddenly feel the immortality of your feelings. The everlasting, never-changing permanence of what you feel for him. What you feel for all of them. 

He takes you slowly. With you beneath him in the oldest of fashions, and speaks words of poetic adoration the entire time. 

This trip has changed you, in a way. Not only have your ribs mended and flesh renewed, but your heart feels safe. Safe in a way it’s never felt before. The security of requited affection with no expiration. 

So, on your second to last day, you sit in the living room– words bubbling at your lips. Xavier and Rafayel sit across from each other at the coffee table, a game of scrabble between them. Zayne sits on the couch next to you– the both of you spectating the tenuous match while Sylus pulls a casserole out of the oven. 

“When we get back,” You start, voice shakier than you’d like. “I think…I’d like to go back to being a Hunter.”

The game of Scrabble stops. Rafayel pauses halfway through the word ‘juice’. All eyes turn to you, and you see a mixture of surprise and confusion. Xavier is the first to visibly react– a look of anticipatory excitement lighting up his face. The prospect of you returning to hunter work means working near him– working with him.

“What was that?” Zayne asks, sitting his magazine aside– not a magazine, a medical journal, Zayne had informed you when you’d teased him earlier.

“I know it changes things.” You amend quickly, “But I’d like to try. Captain Jenna said my job would be waiting for me. I could…I could do part time, so I can still keep up with the housekeeping–”

You’ve barely said the last word before Sylus is laughing. Filling the air with the dulcet sound of his rich-man laughter. He sheds his baby blue oven mitts, and walks over from the kitchen to the family room, smirking, “Sweetie, don’t be ridiculous.”

You sit up a little straighter, “What do you–”

“If you want to work part-time, that’s fine.” Xavier says, intervening on Sylus’ amusement. “But not because you need to be our housekeeper.”

“To be honest, I’m glad you brought it up.” Rafayel says with a sigh, “It feels weird to be your employer and your lover. I’d rather be the latter please.”

You laugh breathlessly, “So, it’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Zayne says with a hand to your back, “I tried to get you to stay without all this housekeeper nonsense to begin with.”

Inexplicably, there are tears springing to your eyes. You duck your head to wipe them away, laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of your body’s reaction. “I’m sorry. I guess…I wasn’t sure what you guys…if it was alright if I stayed…”

In an instant, you’re surrounded. Being cradled from all sides.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Rafayel hums, taking your hand and kissing the pulse on your wrist. 

“As long as you want to stay, you have a place with us.” Zayne whispers into your hair. His arm around your waist squeezes you tightly. 

“I can find us a bigger house,” Sylus says confidently, and then laughs, “Or have one built.”

Xavier is kneeling in front of you, hands on your thighs, and he nuzzles the side of his face against your knee like a cat, “I’ll talk to the Captain– or whoever else I have to. You’ll have your job back. Don’t worry about that.”

It all comes at you so quickly. The knowledge of your returned affection is one thing, but this blatant invitation to their fold is world-altering. You couldn’t imagine being without them, and it’s been that way for a long time. It’s been too scary to actually ask to stay. To stay not because you’re the housekeeper but because they want you there. 

That night, they move the furniture in the living room to make room for another large pile. All the blankets in the entire house are laying out in a nest bigger than your massive bed at home. Pillows piled high and your boys nestled around you.

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Smoke & Fire

Whisk & Whimsy Chapter 3

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

Biker Bucky x f!Cafe Owner! Reader

Tags/warnings: descriptions of violence and injury, petnames (doll, sweetheart, cupcake)

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine. Some tags have been left out due to spoilers. Please read at your own risk.

Chapter summary: Your plot to stop the ride doesn't go as planned - and you begrudgingly hop onto Bucky's bike. However, the day is marred by an event that shakes up you and the gang.

Word count: ???

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In the week leading up to your little stunt, you had continued packing lunches for the White Wolves. They now had a rota. So, instead of standing menacingly outside, they'd actually come in and chat with you.

And they always left a tip.

You hadn't realised until the end of the first week, that you'd actually made enough in tips to almost offset the cost of making their lunches. You had wondered if they'd just been tossing money at you, which you weren't about to complain about, not realising how much they were actually giving you. However, one Thursday afternoon when it was just Steve quickly stopping by for a pastry (the pastry fiend!) he'd confirmed your suspicions by handing you the exact amount of change.

Bucky never made an appearance in the week leading up to your act of vandalism and you hated the fact that it irked you so much. You couldn't quite tell what his plan was but you knew it was supposed to irritate you and it was working. None of the bikers mentioned Bucky or payment around you, nor did they reveal any secret ploys in hushed tones.

It was strangely always nice to see them everyday, despite them being a constant reminder of a looming threat, and it was no longer affecting your business. Although, slow days were a bit of a problem.

The following morning after your act of vandalism, you're an anxious mess. You imagine Bucky slamming open the doors to the café, face like a storm, yelling that he knew it was somehow you that gave him a flat tyre.

What happened instead was Sam appeared around noon, carrying a large bike bag that you now knew was used to collect take-away lunches.

"Afternoon." He grinned, looking around the café. "Busy day?"

You smile sarcastically at him, making a wide gesture at the empty cafe. "Extremely. Think you may be waiting a while due to the lunch rush."

Sam snorts and sets the bag on the counter next to you, handing you a piece of paper with the gang's orders. You take the paper and study it for a few seconds, making mental notes of the orders before setting it down with a smile at Sam. Maybe because you'd known him and Steve the longest - on a total technicality - but you felt more at ease around them. Unlike Bucky who made you feel like you were jumping through hoops for some mind-game you were desperate to win.

Speaking of mind games. "How's things at the club?"

You pull out the pastries and desserts first since they don't need to be heated, and neatly place them in to-go boxes. Your eyes flicker to Sam, trying to assess if your simple question has caused any miniscule change in his body language.

But if it had, he was excellent at hiding it.

"Same old, same old." Sam sighs, placing his chin on his palm, watching you put the dessert tongs down. "Bucky had a flat tyre today so he's been shitty."

"Oh?" You turn away to the counter behind you to disguise a smirk. Victory!

"Yeah. He gave Alexei an earful for losing one of the wrenches. He was going to come by himself and-" Sam abruptly stops himself, feigning a cough.

You continue to butter bread slices but your eyes narrow. What had been about to say?

"You okay? Need any water?"

"No, I'm fine." He beams at you when you glance backwards at him. "Anyway, Bucky's been a bit sour. But I heard you might be coming out for a ride? That true?"

Now it's your turn to clear your throat. "Yeah. I said I'd give it a whirl."

"Uh huh." Sam says, and you can hear a smugness in his voice like he knows exactly why you're going on the ride. You don't like that. You don't need another person to play mind games with.

"When would the next ride be? If Bucky hasn't got a bike then-"

"Oh, the bike's fixed." Sam interupts, tapping his fingers on the countertop. "Bucky can change a tyre in less than fifteen minutes."

Shit. Must be those annoying big biceps he has. You shake your head and mutter, "Of course he can."

Sam snickers. "Yeah. But it delayed him today. I should really let him make the formal invite."

Sam eyes you as you place five of ten neatly wrapped and filled sandwiches on the counter in front of him.

"You know, you could surprise him by coming to the club." Sam suggests casually, placing the sandwiches into the bike bag. "He'd like that."

You frown but quickly replace it with a smile. It's wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't want to seem like you were a kiss-ass either. The ride was getting you out of a month's payment - whatever price that may be - but going out of your way to visit Bucky may be a shoe-in to get in his good graces. Regardless, Sam was only trying to be helpful.

You hum, unsure, grabbing the other sandwiches and wrapping them. You didn't have any friends to discuss this with and Sam seemed decent enough.

"I'm gonna be honest," you begin warily. "I don’t want it to seem like I'm rolling over that easily."

Sam barks a laugh that startles you and shakes his head, sighing loudly as he stands straighter, looking at you with an expression of utter disbelief. You frown at him, confused.

"God, the two of you..." he mutters under his breath, shaking his head again. He throws up his hands in a hapless shrug. "It won't. I promise."

You're none too convinced. Especially by his strange reaction but you sigh and give a small nod. "Fine. I'm trusting you on this."

"If it doesn't work I'll pay half of what you'll owe the next month." Sam says, holding out a hand for you to shake. "Gentleman's agreement."

You look at his hand then back to his eyes; beautiful brown iris' that glimmer with knowing. Another deal. Perhaps too good to be true.

But you have nothing to lose.

You take his hand and shake it firmly. "Deal. Now, those coffees...."

The deal you make with Sam earns you a point but going to visit Bucky nullifies it. And the whole thing with the tyre... That knocks off a point of your tally, leaving you in the lead by one point instead of two.

You - One

White Wolves - Nil.

The next day happened to be another slow day and just happened to be rotation for the pastries and desserts. It was sunny outside and, unable to delay the inevitable any longer, you closed up early and packed up the food that was supposed to be replaced or eaten before heading upstairs to your apartment to shower and change.

Clambering into some white wash jeans and a basic tee that didn't stink of coffee, you gave yourself a quick spritz with your favourite perfume that left you wondering why you were wasting good product on such a lowlife to begin with.

Extortion. Threats. Probably murder. Maybe vandalism. Definitely antisocial behaviour.

You curse softly and your eyes wander to your make up bag before you snap your head away. Nope. No way. You wanted to look presentable, not desperate. You grab your handbag and keys, heading back down the stairs, picking up the giant box of sweet treats from the counter before maneuvering out the door.

The club was only a thirty minute walk from the café and you got to bask in the warmth of the sunny afternoon weather of Briarridge as you traipsed the patterned concrete sidewalk under the sway of the trees. Hopefully, Bucky would be as appreciative of your initiative as Sam had said he would be and you wouldn't make a complete fool of yourself.

No one was outside this time although the bikes were still there. You stood awkwardly outside the door for a moment, unsure whether to knock, and by the time you'd decided a red-headed young woman - that wasn't Natasha - opened the door.

"Hi," you said, trying not to sound startled. "I'm-"

"I know. I'm Wanda, Piertro's sister." She said, grinning. "Sam said you might come today."

Your jaw twitches. All mind games. "Ah. Well. I suppose my surprise is ruined?"

Wanda snorts. "Bucky still doesn't know. Come in."

She steps aside, holding the door for you to squeeze through. As you step over the threshold, there's a few cheers and then grumbles as money is exchanged between a few of the bikers.

The words escape your mouth before you can stop them. "Were you betting on whether or not I'd show up?"

Some of the bikers, like Steve, Joaquin and Alexei, look sheepish. Others, like Sam, Natasha and Piertro, look entirely smug. You realise you may have sounded to harsh in your shock and, adjusting the box in your arms, haughtily stick your nose in the air.

"And I came with pastries."

Steve is the first one his feet. "You did?"

"Depends - did you bet for or against me coming today?" You narrow your eyes playfully, angling the box towards the door, and Steve's face heats as he pleads with you.

"Aw come on, that's not fair." He huffs, and Sam pats his shoulder with a laugh.

"Bucky's upstairs." Sam tells you as you hand Wanda the box with instructions to not give Steve too many pastries.

"Thanks, Sam." You smile at him before glaring playfully at Steve. "Traitor."

You head to the door near the back of the bar, saying hello's as you passed the bikers that were sat around. You open it up and head up a narrow staircase and stop just outside another door at the top when you hear the sound of raised voices.

Bucky’s gruff voice is clear as day - you could pick it out of a crowd if you had to - but you can't quite make out the younger voice. You rack your brain trying to think of everyone you saw downstairs but you realise you either need to double back or knock before you hear something you shouldn't.

"I said no, John." Bucky's voice sighs. "It's not a good idea."

"It is. You're just too stubborn to see it."

Knuckles raised ready to knock, you're surprised when the door swings open and Walker is stood glaring straight at you. He curses, clearly surprised to see you stood there too.

"Bucky your doll is here to see you." He snarls, inching past and stomping down the stairs.

You watch him leave and throw a raised eyebrow at Bucky, who's now stood in the doorway.

"Trouble in paradise?" You half sneer.

"Could say that." Bucky smirks down at you. "Although, this is a nice surprise. What do I owe the pleasure?"

Reaching into your bag you pull out a rather squished paper bag that contains the pastries that Bucky liked so much; the pain au chocolat.

"I rescued these from Steve." You say handing the bag out to him. "Sam told me I might get in your good books if I came by."

"Sam?" Bucky raises his eyebrows and takes the bag, peeking inside. "There's two in here."

"I assumed you had a coffee machine." You say, leaning against the wall. It's cool against your skin. God, why do you get so nervous and sweaty around him? He's not that scary. "I wanted to ask about going out on the ride with you guys... If you have time?"

You offer him a sweet smile and hope he's not too suspicious of your change in demeanour. Bucky's blue eyes are wide and sparkling and you're so taken aback by the beautiful grin he gives you, you almost miss what he says.

"Sorry - what?"

"I've always got time for you, doll." Bucky retreats back inside. "I'll put a fresh pot on."

Being inside Bucky's office was strange.

It was spacious, or supposedly so, without the clutter. The wallpaper was peeling and the floor creaked with every step, and whatever dark stains were hidden in the carpet were covered by a mass of papers.

There was a single cot in the corner - he didn't sleep here, surely? - and a wide desk in the centre of the room cluttered with books, folders and more papers. You thought that being a biker leader meant being free of paperwork, but apparently not. The bed had thin blankets and looked extremely uncomfortable and you didn't think you'd want to be sleeping on that anytime soon. Even though you shouldn't have been thinking that in the first place.

The desk had an awkward looking chair in front of it, and your suspicion was confirmed when you sat in it, wriggling to get yourself semi-comfortable. Probably another tactic he uses to intimidate and manipulate people. However, you did note that it was strange. If the White Wolves were getting money from other businesses in town, and potentially via other illegal activities, where was the money going? Clearly not into buying a comfortable bed or new chairs and if you thought about it, the bar was a bit run down too. Strange.

Behind the desk there's a tattered, well-loved leather office chair and a mini fridge with the coffee pot sat on top of it. Bucky pulls out two mugs from a drawer and asks how you like your coffee, making it for you without complaint.

"It's not gonna be like your fancy coffee, doll." He says, handing it to you before sitting in the leather chair with his own mug. "But it's all I've got unfortunately."

"That's alright. It's good." You smile around the rim of your mug as you take a sip. It's not awful by any means but maybe a switch to a better brand would need to be considered.

Bucky watches you before sipping his coffee. "Sorry about the mess. If I'd known you were coming I would've cleaned up."

Taking a look around the room, looking up at the warm, bare light bulbs above you, you shrug. "It wouldn't be a surprise visit then."

Bucky huffs a laugh and smiles at you, pulling a squished pastry from the bag you'd brought, eyeing it curiously before taking a large bite. His eyes flutter for a moment and you can feel your heart swell with pride and satisfaction; you're winning him over! If you do get into his good books you might just get away unscathed from the White Wolves.

"So," Bucky says pointedly after swallowing another gulp of coffee. "The ride."

"The ride." You nod. You're sure there's an innuendo in there and you try not to think about it in case your cheeks heat up too much.

The leather chair creaks under the strain of Bucky's weight as he leans back, humming thoughtfully. "It depends on the weather. Today is perfect for a ride but everyone has tasks to do."

You nibble at your own pastry as Bucky sighs.

"Sunday is supposed to be nice." You suggest, although you want to kick yourself. Why would you suggest it to him? You're meant to be getting out of going.

Bucky's blue eyes sparkle at your suggestion, or maybe it was a trick of the light, but he adds, "And you do a half shift at the café."

You blink in surprise and it must read all over your face because Bucky laughs. "You have your opening hours on your website... and Steve told me."

Dammit Steve.

"Well, Sunday seems like the best bet." You try not to sound disappointed. "Speaking of bets, did you know they were betting on whether or not I'd come today?"

"Really now?" Bucky smirks at you, his ringed finger tapping against the porcelain of his mug. "Do you know who won?"

"Snitches get stitches." You say cutely, drinking more of your coffee as Bucky chuckles. It's more like a low rumble, and you have to suppress a shiver of excitement that surprises you. "But I do know Steve lost."

Bucky snorts into mug, splattering coffee droplets onto his face and shirt. You watched a particularly quick droplet disappear under his shirt before averting your gaze and trying not to laugh. It was oddly human for a big scary gang leader to giggle coffee over himself - and admittedly endearing. Especially when the tips of Bucky’s ears tinged red as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"'Course that punk lost." Bucky puffs, looking away from you. "He makes the worst decisions."

"Unlike you?" You don't mean for the quip to leave your mouth and try to bestill your beating heart, thinking you may have crossed a line. But Bucky only looks at you and shakes his head with a smirk.

"Now, I wouldn't go that far. I make plenty of bad decisions."

Your unvoiced question hangs in the air as you both take a swig of coffee at the same time. The air between you both is... awkward. You're both slightly flustered and you can't decipher why.

"So... Sunday?" You ask, placing your empty coffee mug on Bucky's desk with a small smile.

"Sunday." He nods, getting up to lead you out. "We'll pick you up."

When Sunday rolls around, you're tapping your foot against the sidewalk nervously. The day was bright and warm, another pleasant indicator of spring, but you had gravely underestimated what you would be doing.

You could drive a motorcycle, you weren't even sure if you could get on, but you had no helmet and no gear. Worst of all, you had realised the day before that you would be clutching to Bucky for the entire duration of the ride; pressed against him and unable to stop him from speeding off.

The rumble of of motorbikes made your stomach drop. Bucky leads the pack; ruby red bike gleaming in the sunshine with Steve and Sam following behind him, then Alexei and Natasha, the Clint and a few others. Notably, the younger bikers, Hoskins, Walker, Joaquin and Piertro, weren't around. Bucky pulled up first, turning the ignition key and slouching back into the leather seat of the bike and smiling over at you pleasantly. Once Bucky's engine switched off, it was a well-timed beat as everyone else turned their respective bikes off.

Bucky, and everyone else including Natasha, had their leather jackets with the White Wolf insignia on. Some, like Bucky, wore leather bike gloves to stop callouses forming and few, like Alexei, wore a helmet.

"Doll," Bucky greeted with a nod.

You stood awkwardly, feeling 10 pairs of eyes on you as you emerged from the shade of Whisk & Whimsy. You were in jeans and a long sleeved tee, unsure what to wear for a ride out with probably the scariest people in town. You only hoped you didn't get hurt or worse.

What if this was a trap?

"Hey, guys." You smile and hope it doesn't show your fear. You step towards Bucky, whose gloved hands rest on his thick, jeaned thighs.

"I suppose I'm with you?" You say playing with your keys.

"If you want to be." Bucky says cautiously before holding a hand palm up. "Phone and keys. I'll put them in my pocket so they don't fall out."

"Oh. Yeah, thanks."

The feeling of being watched persists and you can see Alexei give Natasha a playful shove that looked more like a gesture of I-told-you-so but you couldn't think of why that would be the case.

"How do I...?" You can feel your cheeks grow pink as you look over the bike. It's up to your hip. Swinging your leg over would be awkward and embarrassing because you would definitely get stuck. Bucky seems to think the same because he laughs.

"I'll give you a hand, shortcake." He teases before twisting his torso awkwardly and planting his feet either side of the bike. He points to where you can stand on his calf as a step, holding your hand to keep you balanced as you slot perfectly behind him. Your legs dangle and Bucky instructs you to keep them tucked unless you want a nasty burn from the exhaust.

Once you're seated, lightly gripping the shoulders of Bucky’s jacket, Bucky tells you to wrap your arms around his waist.

"I was afraid you'd say that..." you mutter under your breatg and you're sure you can feel Bucky stifle a laugh as your arms tightly pretzel around his middle. Secured against Bucky’s back, and looking like a displeased Koala bear, Bucky’s engine roars to life again.

Then the cacophony of engine purrs echo in the street as the White Wolves ride down the streets and out of Briarridge. You almost miss seeing the welcome sign as you press your face against Bucky’s back.

His jacket smells like leather, cigarettes and an amber musk you can't quite place. It's reassuring, at least, when he picks up speed along the open road. You peek an eye open.

Your heart thuds with adrenaline and you watch as the road beneath you blurs. You don't know if you want to smile or puke. As if it couldn't get any worse, Alexei startles you with a booming howl, which the other White Wolves echo. Bucky included.

"Aren't you gonna howl with us doll?" Bucky chuckles over the noise. You grip him tighter.

"I'm too busy trying not to die!"

"You're fine." Bucky scoffs, but slows his speed anyway. You hope Bucky can't feel your smile through his leather jacket or how your heart had swooped.

After thirty minutes, you were brave enough to raise your head. Two minutes after that with your hair whipped into a frenzy, you were smiling and laughing. You even joined in the cheesy howl the second time round.

It felt like minutes had passed when the bikers pulled off road an hour and a half later. The area they'd parked in had some grubby looking toilets and lots of picnic benches. Bucky helped you off the bike and chuckled when your legs wobbled slightly.

"Okay there, Bambi?" He asked, taking off one of his gloves with his teeth.

"Yeah." You breathed, wiping sweaty palms into your jeans.

"Don't worry, everyone gets Jelly Legs when they first ride." Steve chuckles approaching with two open beers and a water. He hands the beer to Bucky and offers you the water. "Sorry, didn't know what you liked. But after all that howling, I guessed you'd need water anyway."

Bucky snorts as he takes a swig and you narrow your eyes playfully at Steve as your cheeks grow hot. "Ha ha. I was getting into the spirit of things."

"I'll say," Natasha chirps, appearing with Sam and Alexei. Embarassment washing over you. Maybe you'd gotten a bit excited but it was the first time since moving to Briarridge that you'd really been able to let go.

"Wild and free or whatever." You shrug, taking a much-needed swig of water. Your comment earns you a couple of laughs and the gang breaks apart, beginning the gatherings of a fire and setting up drinks from a cooler bag attached to Alexei's bike. The preparation that had gone into this outing was incredible. However, you still couldn't understand where the younger members were.

Sam catches your confused look and explains. "The younger ones are manning the fort. We take turns. Just so happened to be their turn."

"Lena and Wanda are happy to have the peace and quiet." Natasha chimes in before smirking and dropping her voice to a whisper as she sits next to you. "The only reason I'm here is because Bucky thought you'd be more comfortable with a womanly presence in this sausage party."

You almost choke on your water and sputter an laugh as she swigs water from her own bottle. Shortly after the drinks are flowing, the gang and you are sharing stories around a small fire started by Clint, laughing and teasing. You feel like you've accidentally become a member of a family; unsure how or when that managed to happen, considering it was your stubborn pride that put you on Bucky's radar in the first place.

You hate to admit it but you're giving the White Wolves a point for a fun day out.

You - one

White Wolves - one

The sun is setting on the horizon by the time the bikers start packing up to head home, painting the sky hues of tangerine orange, cotton candy pink and violet purple.

You look back towards Briarridge, a measly obscure black spot just beyond the horizon now, watching smoke billow in dark plumes against the sky. Bucky steps beside you quietly, following your gaze.

"That doesn't happen often." He comments.

"What? Fires?"

Bucky shrugs, his hulking shoulders crinkling the leather of his jacket. "Yeah. Usually it's a freak accident or someone left their stove on."

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him but Bucky doesn't seem to notice. Heaving a deep sigh, you stretch your arms up above your head, letting your spine creak and crack the stiffness from the adrenaline rush away.

"Come on, cupcake." Bucky jerks his head towards his bike. "Let's get you home."

"I had fun today." You admit quietly, dropping your arms and beginning to walk back to Bucky's bike. Bucky falls into step behind you and you think he didn't hear you at first and thank the stars. However, after a few moments he responds.

"I'm glad." He says in a soft tone. "I had fun too. Maybe we could do this again som-"

"BUCKY!"

You were inches away from Bucky's bike when Natasha screams his name. You both turn to find Natasha and Sam barrelling towards you. Sam has his phone pressed to his ear and Natasha is waving her arms frantically.

"It's the club!" Natasha huffs as she skids to a halt before you and Bucky, doubled over to catch her breath, pointing to the horizon. "Lena called - it's - it's the club."

"Oh God." You breathe, turning to look back at the smoke wide eyed. You think of the younger members who'd stayed behind and panic rises from your gut. You can only hope they'd all gotten out safely, but you also worry that Bucky may blame or suspect you. It was awfully convenient that when most of the gang was out on a ride that their beloved club burned to the ground.

Sam is still on the phone as he jogs up beside Natasha, his usually smiling face stoic.

"It's Joaquin and Hoskins." Sam reports gravely. "They've been stabbed."

Chapter 3 - END

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A/N: it's giving idiots in love rather than enemies to lovers now haha.A big thank you to @buck-star for letting me rant about these this series 🥺💕

Also thanks everyone for the lovin' and your patience 🫶 last two weeks have gotten busy (and I can tell because of migraines haha) so here's to Spring!

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[rabidwormswrites]

Characters: Spencer Reid and reader 🫵

Word count: 1k if you squint

Warnings: reader is a former addict, drugs, drug use, addiction, descriptions of track marks, needles, the whole shabang, the Hankel case

Tags: hurt/comfort, harm reduction, drug use, fix it fic (because I fucking HATE that none of the others did anything), autistic he/they Spencer, she/it Garcia

Summary: Spencer has been calling in sick a lot lately. You go to check and find that he’s not the kind of sick you thought.

Notes: @missmitchieg this is for you for giving me the confidence by telling me to do it myself on the ‘let Reid be strange’ post on my main, uhh a beginning to some more maybe, I’ve given up on formatting take it or leave it (please take it I really like this one), I love Garcia and I love Spencer

The clicking of keyboard keys could be heard all the way into the hall, despite Garcia trying to soundproof her room multiple times so as to not annoy anyone. You grabbed the handle and slowly cracked the door open.

“Garcia..?” You asked gently, then flinched when you were met with a loud crash and a screech.

“Oh my sweet golly goodness, you scared the crap out of me! Didn’t your parents teach you not to sneak up on beautiful ladies?!” Garcia yelled as you made your way into it’s room and began picking up the pens and the cup that she’d pushed off her desk when she jumped up.

“Yeah sorry, I’ll write them a letter saying they did a bad job raising me,” you chuckled. She sighed dramatically and sat back down, patting your head.

“Oh don’t even think about it, I’ll smack you.”

You stood back up and leaned over the back of her chair, staring at the kitten pictures on her many screens.

“I actually came to ask you for a favor,” you said, smiling apologetically down at her. You knew the case you’d just finished had been hard on it, and you felt bad that you had to bother it while she was trying to get back to her usual cheery self.

“As long as it doesn’t involve creeps and/or anything that isn’t cute and fluffy, the queen is at your service,” she said and swiftly rolled it’s chair closer to her desk, causing you to stumble a little.

“Think I can do that. I just need Spencer’s address.”

“Oh that is cute. But a little creepy. Why do you need it?” It looked suspiciously at you.

“I just wanna stop by and check on him. I didn’t feel like jumping him while at work,” you said with a slight shrug.

“Smart choice, cute creep. And it's good you’re doing that, you’ll update me when you’re done, right? He’s been… off, ever since that Hankel guy. He even called in sick today. People don’t get sick on Mondays, they get hangovers, and Reid’s not a drinking guy.” It was typing away on the closest keyboard while she spoke, and soon picked up a pink notepad and a glitter pen.

“Of course I’ll update you, my Queen.” You smiled and bowed while she handed you the note she’d written and lightly smacked your shoulder.

“Oh you flatter me, my fine friend. Now go! Go check on our Einstein junior!” It got up and quickly ushered you out of it’s office.

“Actually Spencer is much smar-“ you began, but was interrupted by Garcia.

“Don’t wanna hear it! Go!” She pointed sternly at you before closing the door, leaving you standing alone in the hallway with your pink stickynote.

Soon, you stood in front of Spencer’s light brown front door, eyes flickering between your raised hand and the note you’d gotten from Garcia. You were certain that you were at the right address, but still you felt a bit silly standing there, trying to muster up the courage to knock. What if Reid was actually fine? Or he wasn’t home? Or worst of all: what if they wouldn’t let you in?

Finally, you knocked. After a few knocks, a violent scrambling ensued from within Spencer’s apartment, and you could hear their voice, though it was too muffled to make out the words. However, it quickly got louder and the door was cracked open, though the inside chain lock was still on.

“-told you I’d call, don’t-“ Reid said, but trailed off when he saw you standing in front of him. He was wearing a brown checkered bathrobe.

You both stood in silence for a while, staring at each other, waiting for the other to say something. Finally, you broke the silence.

“I uhm, I just wanted to stop by and say hello, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet and awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. Spencer tilted their head and kept staring.

“Why are you here?” They finally said. His brows furrowed and he stepped back slightly, still leaving the lock on. You looked back at him, and now that you were trying to figure out his expression, you could tell that something was wrong. The young man’s pupils were much smaller than they were supposed to be in the dim hallway, his hair was greasy, and he had dark bags under his eyes.

“Spencer, are you high?”

Suddenly, it all made sense. The spike in sickdays, the withdrawn behaviour, and the snappy attitude. Reid looked down and tightly gripped their left underarm, then shook their head.

“Leave me alone,” he muttered and quickly closed the door. You stood outside the apartment in silent shock, then made your hand a fist and aggressively started knocking. You knew that Spencer most likely had a massive headache, and that the loud pounding would make it worse. You continued knocking until the door was ripped open again, still with the chainlock on.

“I told you to go away and you try to break down my front door?!” He yelled, wincing at his own volume.

“Open the door and let me in.”

“This is incredibly unprofessional behaviour.”

“And you calling in sick to continue your bender isn’t?”

Reid stared at you with disgust. Their lower lip quivered in anger.

“How did you get my address?” He finally asked.

“Garcia gave it to me. She’s worried about you.” Your voice softened, and you slowly stepped closer.

“Let me in. I won’t take your drugs, at most I’ll help you clean up a little. At least it's not one of the others.”

Spencer let out a grunt, then closed the door. There was a metallic rattling, and when it opened again, the chain lock was off and you were finally let in.

[sometimeslwish]

Thought you were in love with me

I listened to sailor song because that songs reminds me of him and I think I made it worse for myself by doing that. I wanna apologize to him and hold him and cry even though I know he's just pixels.

Word count: 844

Tags: angst, hurt/no comfort, falling out of love, emotional affair, break up.

You keep backing out of outings, avoiding him, missing his art exhibitions. He barely sees you now.

And let's not talk about texts or calls. If he thought you were bad at answering texts before, he didn't know what he was talking about because now it's even worse. Your texts are dry, gone are the extra letters, exclamation marks, emojis and abbreviated words. It's been a month since the last time you called before going to bed, the routine has been completely broken.

There's not a single trace of the you he got to know. Everything feels like when you first reunited, with him chasing after you while you chased after wanderers. He keeps coming up with excuses to try and see you, and sometimes it works, but then you're gone again and he's left wondering when he won't need to fight for your attention like he used to.

Maybe you're bored of him, maybe you've decided he's not worth it. Saw through the facade and realized he's too needy and clingy, just too much.

Your sudden distance stings, burns as bright and hot as his evol. Maybe your vacation to skyhaven should've been a warning. Maybe he should've seen it as a sign when you came back a husk of your former self, oddly reminiscent of how you used to be when Caleb died.

You'd bounced back the next day though, was he wrong to think everything was okay like you'd said? He wasn't one to push for your secrets, as much as he itched to know. Maybe he should've, then he wouldn't be finding out through other means that you've been going to skyhaven a lot.

You visit his studio without prompting from him.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were finally back, but he knows. The distance can't be breached in one day and you've broken one too many promises now.

"Raffie, can we talk?"

He hates how the nickname sounds. Hates the way it pulls at his heart, softens him up and makes him hope. Hates even more how you avoid his eyes and stand awkwardly in the place that once used to give you comfort.

He knows. He knows and he hates it.

"Yeah, okay." He herds you into sitting on the couch and tries not to think about how you're sitting on the same spot from that first day. You'd been determined then, just as you are now, but your eyes hadn't avoided his.

"I'm sorry," you start, rubbing your hands on your pants. He hates how that nervous habit of yours softens him even more. "I'm really sorry, Rafayel, but I think we should break up.

And there it is. Your words feel like a flaming knife to the chest, searing and burning everything it touches. You've never been one to hold back from telling the truth, as unkind as it may be. A trait he admired and now abhors. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

"I've been avoiding this– avoiding you because I didn't want to hurt you, but it only made it worse. I'm sorry."

"Why?" He wills himself to ask, through the fire consuming his chest. You shake your head, looking away just as fast as you looked at him. "Is it something I did wrong? I can–" he shifts closer, holds your hand, tries to get you to look at him but you bite your lip and look away– "Please, cutie, just tell me what it is and I can fix it, I'll–" He starts to ramble as he gets desperate, kneels before you and holds onto your hands.

"No, Rafayel, stop, please, stop. You didn't do anything wrong." You plead, pulling away from him and standing up. He follows suit, hot on your heels as you walk away.

His voice breaks as he struggles to hide the hurt, the desperation, "But I love you!" He says, like it'll change anything, like it'll change your mind and make you stay.

"I don't love you!" you yell back, turning to see him. The sight of your tears makes him panic, it makes him rage. He's stock still, almost resembling a statue, you're heaving as you try to keep yourself calm.

"I never did," The quiet admittance brings him back to his body. "I tried, I thought I could forget– and you were amazing, but I never loved you." The words come out soft this time, but no less sharp. Nothing you could do will make them hurt less.

What is he supposed to say to that? Nothing, really, so he stays quiet and nods. He looks away and walks back to the couch, staring out the windows to avoid looking at you. He tries to ignore your last apology, tries to ignore the sound of your footsteps as you walk away.

The world grows blurry and grey as he tries to ignore the burning brand in his chest but the fire is slowly consuming him whole.

Maybe in the next one you'll be his.

Series masterlist.

[dailyhatsune]

miku devouring her gingerbread son

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what is your favorite thing about charles and your favorite thing about erik? separately, as in what you like most about their characters :]

a devious question this one is, my friend!!! it's hard enough for me to explain my thoughts cohesively, but having to pick ONE thing i particularly love is difficult. with characters like charles and erik, theres been so much done with their characters over the decades and so they have so many components to them that make them so interesting and fun to observe. BUT I TRY FOR YOU TODAY. under the cut i kinda ramble and the size of this text box makin me anxious

i think if i were to be simple and broad, what i enjoy most about charles is his determination to help others, even if he isn't really thanked and/or if people don't even like him. ofc, this isn't to say he hasn't done wrong- to be honest, the fact he does wrong/questionable things at times is another aspect of him i really enjoy, maybe because- broadly speaking- he's meant to be altruistic (intent vs outcome and all that). i don't know if that's super exciting to most people, but it is for me

as for erik, my reason for liking him is easier to explain tbh. To Be Simple And Broad, his progression from villain to antihero over the decades has been fun to observe (as much as i have so far anyhow) and analyze. i think to be a bit more specific, him using his rage and pain as justifications for his villainous actions is definitely what compels me the most: hurt people hurt and the sort, an idea i've always found interesting (something something vicious cycles and the like). yet now, he recognizes this wasn't really. A Just Thing To Do and is beginning to change that, which i enjoy

[realtapiocafan]

‘MARRS ROOKIEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS’??????? tell us more 🙏

for those of you who follow my fics: yes this is the 'notice me senpai' fic! i am making progress! slow progress! but progress nonetheless!

here's the lead-up to that line. set the morning after ja'marr's birthday, in which ja'marr invites jayden/malik/brian back to the condo that joemarrjj live in :

still a draft i will be adding more 😤

currently working on the scene right before this one (in which jayden is watching malik and brian wake up -bc as malik has reminded us many many times -jayden wakes up at five every morning so i think his internal clock is a little too set for him to sleep in) and the scene right after this one (in which ja'marr waltzes into the scene in only briefs, and proceeds to make out with justin)

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I got thinking too much about Marwa from What We Do in the Shadows again and how she was canonically making observations of Jupiter and Saturn in the 1200s. Then I thought about how Elena took Damon to go watch a meteor shower, and I decided that Marwa and Elena should get away from all the vampire drama B.S. in their lives and go nerd out about astronomy together, and this moodboard sort of happened. I also thought about how Elena becomes a doctor and went ah, they are both women in STEM! So I ran with that as a theme too.

But yeah, Marwa needs a friend who will actually support her interests and engage with her intellectually (no shade to Nadja and the Guide, I'm glad they had a fun weekend watching Mamma Mia together which was literally the only time we got to actually see Marwa happy onscreen, but they have never demonstrated much interest in science that I can recall and I want Marwa to have an astronomy buddy), and I think Elena would be fascinated by her and her perspectives on astronomy from centuries ago, and they could learn about modern astronomical advances together. If I find the time and energy I might even write fic about it, but for now, here is a moodboard so that we can all bask in the vibes of my beautiful crossover vision together.

Image sources: x x x / x (the first frame of x gif + a screenshot from x) x / x + x x x

[jitterbugbear]

man i just don't enjoy a villain protagonist. remember when that was a massive thing here years ago?? like people ate that shit up

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

In honor of me being black and loving being black and thinking everyone should love black people, here are a list of characters I believe love black women with everny bone in their bodies:

• Starting off strong: Steve Rogers. I can’t explain it but trust me please. If you get it you get it if you dont you dont.

• Jason todd. Like c’mon. Look at him. Tell me he doesn’t want to wake up next to a brownskin queen every morning. Look me in my eyes.

• MCU Bucky Barnes. I love to say it, Wakanda changed him. Stepping foot in that country was like seeing the light for the first time. He was basically reborn. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Look at how he looked at Sarah. SAME LITERALLY EXPLICITLY TOLD HIM NIT TO FLIRT WITH HER BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT THERE.

• Gojo, Itadori, nanami, and Toji from JJK. i dont think i need to eloborate here.

• Haley from Stardew Valley. She is not only a fellow girl kisser, but she would genuinely have a real tweak if the farmer was a black woman. Haley needs a 6 ft nonchalant butch dreadhead in her life it would literally solve all her provlems. She has written in her diary about this, and Alex hasnt heard the end of it.

• Fear from Inside out. Just believe me, please.

• This might be controversial but Squidward.

• Bruce Wayne. Literally thinks about eating drywall every time Selina Kyle is even mentioned. “Alfred why hasn’t God hand delivered me what i CRAVE and what i NEED *loud dramatic sigh*” hes also accidentally a perpatrator of hard wig soft life lmao. He donates ridiculous sums of money to black charities like 100 black men, and the black youth helpline. He’s an advocate for his girl’s community and we love to see it.

• Barry Allen. also thinks about eating drywall whenever he sees Iris. She’s just so sigh. And he loves her so much and he’s so glad that he married that beautiful amazing strong and powerful woman.

• Ellanore Shellstrop. After she died she had real clarity about the truths of the universe. If soulmates didnt really exist then wtf were her and Chidi im so deadass.

• Woody from Toy Story. Please do not at me. I will not be taking questions comments or concerns on that one. And for anyone saying “but what about bo peep ?!” Shes albino. Look at those 3B curls and tell me to my face that I’m lying. I dare you.

• lightning Mcqueen. Hear me out here! In universe there have to be like… black cars. He’s def the type to go for a UK baddie ykwim.

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a/n: guys please im just being silly they are fictional characters please dont argue about how much these FAKE characters like black people 😞. also if you try and argue i feel like that makes you a liiiiiiiittle bit racist but like thats a convo for another time. Anyway, sorry to all my sistas out there who’s fav character I forgot. Ur probably right and they probably do belong on this list, I just might have forgotten they exist! Dont be scared to comment them tho. I need to know what yall think too.

[thawthebeez]

hey guys. tumblr user thawthebeez back at it again with yet another haikyuu essay B) the topic of today is one that i see NOBODY talking about which is crazy because this motif is (in my opinion) one of the main foundations of the kagehina community.

now may someone please explain to me why the HELL nobody ever talks about how whenever Tobio expresses an insecurity of ANY KIND, Hinata is ALWAYS the first one to swoop in and tell him not to worry about it?

yes, we've all established that Hinata Shouyou is the #1 Kageyama Tobio understander. we get that. BUT THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN DISPLAYS OF THAT AND I'VE SEEN LITERALLY NOBODY SPEAK OF IT EVER.

i'm pretty sure there's an instance of it in season 2 (either that or my brain just made it up) when Tobio is a little worried about his and Hinata's quick attack not really working out but Hinata tells him "nah you'll figure it out eventually" or something along those lines. i'm not going to lose my shit over it because i can't find it but if you know YOU KNOW.

a part that i COULD find from season 2, however, was this:

here we have Tobio explaining how talented of a setter Oikawa is- how he's so much better than him- and it's clear that this is something he's insecure about given his facial expression.

THEN we have Hinata's INSTANT response:

and it blows Tobio away because WHAT

because, to paraphrase a little, Tobio basically just said "yeah oikawa can make any spiker look good no matter what team he's on" to which Hinata replied "yeah but that team wouldn't be Karasuno" which is essentially "Karasuno is strong enough as it is" BUT- if ur crazy- " dw he wouldn't take your spot babe" (<- which probably isn't how it's meant to be interpreted because they just finished talking about The Team That's Stronger As Six thing so like... context clues. it's probably not the insane interpretation).

ANYWAYS boom there it is. Tobio expresses insecurity, Shouyou swoops in and goes "Ermmmm Actuallyyyyy🤓" WHICH IS SO FUCKING ENDEARING ON IT'S OWN BUT THE FACT THAT IT HAPPENS MORE THAN ONCE AND AT SUCH A CRITICAL POINT TOO

the critical point in question being:

(context: Tobio just came back from his training camp in Tokyo and is a little frustrated because he's gotten so used to playing with other prodigies like himself so to go back to talented-but-not-prodigious players is a bit of a switch for him. don't get him wrong tho he loves this team to DEATH it's just a little different that's all. hashtag number one Tobio apologist right here)

SO THERE'S THIS! and it goes without saying that Tobio is DEEPLY insecure about his late middle-school days and being referred to as a king. Tsukishima adds a little salt to the wound and while I didn't take a screenshot of it Tobio makes this look of absolute HORROR after he says what he says

(which, side note, shows a lot of a character development within Tobio. especially since I've been flipping between season 2 and 4 a lot looking for these clips. Tobio didn't even notice when he was acting kingly before but he realizes it INSTANTLY now which is so so so good for him yayyyy character development!)

this also leads fantastically into my next tangent which is

TOBIO FUCKING APOLOGIZES!

now, admittedly this isn't entirely related to my thesis but i absolutely ADORE talking about this scene and i genuinely think it is one of the most prevalent displays of character development within Tobio because i feel like he tends to get overshadowed by all the other characters (especially Hinata, which i'm not upset about in the slightest like it makes perfect sense and if Tobio got all the attention all the time the show would be soooo unbalanced)

but I feel like a lot of people skip over Tobio's overall development over the course of the show. I mean compare s1 Tobio to s4 Tobio THAT IS NOT SAME PERSON ANYMORE. he grows so much over such a short period of time (which is another essay I could write. something along the lines of "Explaining Why Tobio And Shouyou Need To Be On Separate Teams Actually Because Character Development Purposes" because the amount of people i've seen on tiktok complaining about kghn being on separate teams and how they should just be on the same team forever makes my blood boil violently) and it's so refreshing to see Tobio's growth especially as a big Tobio enjoyer.

ANYWAYS back to the main thesis.

So Hinata steps in IMMEDIATELY here. literally cuts Tobio's apology off because HE HAS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR. he was expressing his thoughts whatever that's fine he could have done it in a nicer way SURE but listen the guy still has a LOOOONNNGGGG way to go but still, nothing to apologize for. it's just growing pains, y'know?

now the quote "What's wrong with him being the King again?" appearing here isn't the first time we're seeing this. Hinata has ALWAYS been confused as to why calling Tobio a "King" is a bad thing. literally from day fucking one Hinata was like "nah dude I think that title is cool" WHICH, AGAIN, TOBIO BEING INSECURE ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHOUYOU REASSURING HIM THAT IT'S TOTALLY CHILL HELLO?????

LITERALLY FROM DAY ONE SHOUYOU HAS BEEN DOING THIS. THAT MAN MAY THINK TOBIO'S AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES (and he kinda is) BUT NEVER WILL HINATA INHERENTLY HATE A PART OF HIM. and i don't think they realize it here nor do i think the realization comes soon after but at some point there will be the realization that they love each other. every single part. fucking Tobio probably realized it way back in junior high but that's a tangent for another time.

now this line.... this one right here...... oh my god i can be SO NORMAL ABOUT IT.

the main reason why Tobio had this look of HORROR on his face after he yelled at everyone was BECAUSE HE KNEW THE ENDING. he knew that yelling at them would have consequences (if it weren't for Hinata stepping in thank god). HE'S SEEN IT ALL BEFORE. in his final year of junior high he yelled at his teammates to run faster and jump higher and be better AND THEY LEFT HIM!!!

so Tobio yelling like this instantly makes him afraid that he's just ruined the entire balance of the team. he thinks he's going to be left behind again because he yelled and everyone is going to leave him BUT!!!!!

BUT SHOUYOU IMMEDIATELY JUMPS IN AND SAYS "idc what u say honestly if i don't like i'm just not gonna listen" OR, TO TRANSLATE "i'm not going anywhere regardless of what you say"

Tobio's biggest fear is losing this team. I literally do not need to explain why. that man would fucking DIE for this team (if you really need an explanation just to go the end of the Kamomedai match when Tobio admits that he's upset they lost because he wanted to play with that specific team more).

and for Hinata to essentially say "you could literally be as kingly as u want and i simply would not care, pal, i promise you i am NOT going ANYWHERE!!!" which has got to be SO FUCKING RELIEVING FOR TOBIO.

(also something something "nobody was there" / "i'm here" something something "doesn't matter what kind of toss goes up if you send it my way i'm hitting it" something something they're soulmates or whatever they are literally bound together by the universe they were destined to be together and it's a crime that universe kept them apart for so long and now that they're together they will always BE together two peas in a pod literally inseparable they are hot glued and duct taped together.)

and then there's this. i mean at this point you already know what i'm going to say like you get it by now but again IT MUST BE SO RELIEVING TO TOBIO to know that shouyou thinks his biggest insecurity is cool. that shouyou thinks that it's not something to be concerned about. that no matter what, no matter how much a King he is, they're not going anywhere.

SOMETHING SOMETHING "you drew stars around my scars" IF YOU EVEN CARE

and just the fact that it's always ALWAYS shouyou to do this. the fact that there was dead silence before shouyou spoke up. the fact that it's ALWAYS HIM there to understand Tobio (someone who has been misunderstood for as long as he can remember) GOD THEY DRIVE ME INSANE.

anyways thank you for being a witness to this madness👍

[wannabemylover]

i need buddie to have a normal wedding. no one else has had a normal wedding (ig excluding henren vow renewal) and buddie needs to have a normal one. they all deserve it

[dieverged]

nima who probably didn't plan to be visiting thedas again and ending up trapped there for 2+ years having to deal with the inquisitions politics. they are mad as FUUUUUUUUUCK

edit: thinking about them stuck in thedas for 10 years dude. in the event that it's relatively canon compliant & they don't get help from, like, anyone so ... kind of a worst case scenario for them basically? on a personal level. because them getting help would require plotting

edit 2: okay i'm mad as FUCK i forgot tumblr puts a bullshit limit on tags. i had an entire section dedicated to dorian & varric & the inquisition, how it all culminates into an eventual home for them & how they would go back n forth between tevinter & kirkwall with varric taking her under his wing (and the outlier in that nima would end up telling varric about their circumstances eventually if they were close enough but hey! varric dgaf about that, he sensed the bs, he knew they were hiding something, as long as it doesnt directly harm him/his people/the fucking world whatever man it doesn't change who nima is potentially) & also nima's complicated struggles & relationship WITH hiding this information because she isn't thedosian. she is a complete outsider, a mimic, an imposter wearing the skin of those around her. while she doesn't lie, she also doesn't speak the truth of it either. & as a traveler, you'd think oh why does this bother her so much? it bothers her bc she can typically escape in other circumstances but here, she can't, she is trapped for the forseeable future and/or permanently, she can't return home. & the FURTHER struggles of what that means for her identity & also of her relationship to people within the inquisition

I'M SO MAAAAAD I'M SO MAD THOSE WERE SUCH GOOD ANALYSIS' fuck off tumblr i can't believe i forgot. okay well reminder that i need to write some relationship metas. specifically with solas, varric, dorian & then the inquisition at large.

also the conversations between these four would be funny as fuck is all im saying. discussing theoretical magic & the fade & like varric is just There dude it's too early for this shit. he was dragged out

also augh cole was another element in this as well but cole is... difficult because nima just avoids him straight up a lot of the time, but i think she would really like his insights :') i really do. i think they would have such engaging conversations

but anyways yeah there was so much haha.... gripping my desk so hard it splinters & shatters can you tell im mad as fuck. im also tired, writing essays with no sleep lets gooooo

(though honestly, maybe their character arc is centered Around never actually finding out how to return in inquisition & making peace with that too; at least not until Trespasser. i.e, they are entirely vague about everything, researching all sorts of old forbidden magic & the history of it, & part of their character arc's resolution is that they aren't alone in this yknow? they aren't alone, they have to come to terms with their placement here, and hey people do give a shit or something to that effect anyways. because them going at it alone, e.g you didn't do their companion quest, is going to result in them just leaving once they have what they need information wise whereas doing their companion quest results in them staying & begins the gradual process of relying on the people around them, relinquishing that iron grip independence but also trying to learn not to have this... fixation on home and what that means for them. which is an objectively important concept throughout their entire narrative, it drives them, BUT yknow in this it's finding a way to be healthy--- they don't let go of it obviously, although that would be an element brought up (and also if that was a choice you picked, basically telling them to give up, it would result in them leaving too), but it's more so .... that they aren't losing parts of themselves by not finding the answers that they need like home isn't one place & it definitely isn't lost. basically just easing their grip on it, like they're not losing who they are. i had something more profound to say here but i forgot where i was going originally lol so this'll just have to do--- it's just coming to terms with a lot of things about themselves basically)

referring back though to the best case scenario, it would probably be like. plotting territory & the baseline is always going to be a mage, spirit, a... god? if they interact with one? or an ancient? basically someone with profound arcane knowledge. & the plotting would come from like, hey, can we actually find a way around this in all its forms (im talking fade travel, im talking dabbling with old, forbidden magics, going on long adventures, uncovering mysteries, hell. possession would be awesome dude, spirit or fragment, or literally whatever the hell else)

& the consequences of that bc fucking around with ancient magic that counteracts your own innate magic AND with nima already having a god's mark on her by virtue of being revived. all of that...... it would be very much hey, let's see where canon can take us, let's do the implausible, let's keep making ideas etc.

because while i do just default on, even in a plotted situation, nima being unable to find their way back home by virtue of not being able to use their specific abilities to unlock that access (which, haha, im just saying wouldn't it be awesome if someone helped nima only to use her powers for their own gain. like it would be awesome) it would be very fun and very tragic for them to finally find their way home. maybe them gaining access to their own powers again causes fucky shit to happen! maybe they are blocked from ever returning to thedas! many things can happen.

& also side plot but equally as important in this ^ is them being able to recover some or all of their memories via fade shenanigans which would be peak but made worse by A. what if by doing so, they've made it so their own spirit is bound to thedas & they can't leave so they have these memories but at what COST or B. idk maybe they just die dude straight up. maybe there's some crazy ass consequences that follow. there has to be some kind of tragedy i can't let nima be happy. ever. or even some crazy shit happening to Ur muse in all of this bc who doesnt like seeing their muse suffer (& which would hurt nima in the process yippie)

but yeah ultimately their worst case scenario is arguably the best case scenario and the definitive canon bc anything else, like actually helping nima, requires nima to A. tell you they aren't from this world (& by virtue of that their memory loss maybe bc hey all hands are on the table now, but tbh they would've probably mentioned the memory loss casually Anyways so its not a big deal) B. probably a fair bit of plotting but it'd be really fun devil emoji

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

↻ there’s nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.

tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one’s a lil late, i’ve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just can’t keep up 😞 you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

it’s been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, it’s all he can fucking think about. 

it’s all you can think about too, given the fact that he’s fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust. 

it’s repetitive. it’s addicting. 

“hah- kento, can’t take no more…” your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. “ ‘s too much, ken, please–“

nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. “g’na have to, sweetheart. this one’s gotta take.”

he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that… and fuck, you can’t keep up with how many times he’s said it because he’s been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind. 

he’s gonna give you kids. he’s gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna raise his kids with him as his wife. 

it’s all he’s ever wanted. it’s all he’s ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really can’t stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra. 

“g’na give you my kids baby…” he’s rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. “gonna make my girl a mommy. you’re gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?”

he’s brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more. 

nanami is fucking sick of it. he’s sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, you’ve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure. 

well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and there’s only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes. 

“kento–“ you seemingly haven’t gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. “this one’s gonna take, promise.”

“i can’t be sure of that,” he states matter-of-factly. “although your tracker says you’re ovulating, we can’t just trust that once or twice will be enough.” is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though he’s already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over. 

you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. you’re borderline intoxicating, and that’s why nanami can’t stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out. 

“look at me, angel. i wanna see you.” you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. “you’re gonna be such a pretty momma.”

your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanami’s name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

“kentooo…”

“i know, baby, i know.” the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full. 

you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight he’s met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. “oh, angel…”

copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanami’s goal is still clear as day. 

he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream. 

“can’t waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?” when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement. 

“can’t wait to see my girl become a mommy.”

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[mentalhomosexual]

‎‧₊˚✧[𝘚𝘬𝘻 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ]✧˚₊‧

ᯓ★ Pairing: Straykids x Fem reader

ᯓ★Tags: cumming inside,Minho calls reader a slut, just smut with no plot, they're all horny idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Chan could always tell when you were ovulating...imo I feel he would be the kind of boyfriend that would like to keep track of your cycle so he could know when he needs to buy you snacks and spoil you completely rotten BUT when it comes to ovulation that's a different story. He loves to tease you and see how riled up you get, like coming behind you and kissing your neck, knowing how much you love it, he whispers into your ear, pressing his clothed bulge against you but the moment you start to press back and softly moan he pulls away, leaving you hornier than you already were. :'(

Don't worry though, he'll fuck you after. And he's rough. he knows that's how you like it when your ovulating, your face pushed into a pillow as he pulls your hips back to meet his.

"Fuckk..it feels good doesn't it baby?"

˖࣪ ⊹𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰⊹ ࣪ ˖

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He knows that your ovulating but he makes you wait for it, he pretends not to notice your lustfull gazes at him or your lingering touches, he can't help it he just loves to tease you, but he can only deny you so long before he wants you just as bed. He fucks you relentlessly. Face shoved into a pillow with your ass up, you love being fucked dumb by him, wheather you're ovulating or not. Harsh slaps to your ass as he tells you how much of a slut you are. True paradise. 🤌🏽

"Such a slut aren't you? want me to breed your pretty pussy, baby?~"

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He secretly loves it. You get so worked up just seeing his muscles. he makes sure to wear sleeveless shirts and tank tops around you just to see you fight back demons, he lets you do whatever you want because he knows how rapid you become during ovulation, he lays back with an arm behind his head as you ride him. He tells you how beautiful you are ontop of him and you swear you see stars...maybe one baby wouldn't hurt ? 🤩

"so pretty baby—fuck, you feel so good"

˖࣪ ⊹𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯⊹ ࣪

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Of course, Hyunjin would give you whatever you wanted during ovulation. He secretly likes it too, 🤫. He's hitting it from the back, your fucked out moans filling the room, your turn your head back and start mumbling words.

"What's the matter baby? Talk to me" he grins as he sees your face, your practically drooling on yourself.

"Mmm...take the condom off...wanna feel all of you~" you whine, He grins at your request, he does as he's told before immediately sliding back inside you, your eyes rolling back at his quickening pace, the tip of his cock kissing all your sweet spots. This was a surprise to Hyunjin because you're usually so on top of using protection and judging by the way you're rolling back to meet his thrust, moaning and whining like a baby and telling him to fuck you raw...oh you're definitely ovulating, it turns him on seeing you so desperate for his cum like this.

"Such a nasty girl, huh? Wanting me to fuck you raw"

He says lowly as he leans down and kisses your neck, You nod as you push back against him more.

"Oh my goddd...fuck I'm gonna cum, baby please~" You whine as you bury your face into the pillow.

"Please what?" He teases, leaning up against the shell of your ear, whispering into it knowing full well what you're asking for, He just likes to hear you say it.

˖࣪ ⊹𝘏𝘢𝘯⊹ ࣪ ˖

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This sex addict doesn't even notice a change. You two fuck so often that when you randomly want to go a couple more rounds than usual he thinks nothing of it.

"pleasee~ want you to fuck me againnn" you whine as you claw at his back, you've both cum like 4 times already and he's becoming sensitive but like I said, He doesn't stop. Overstimulating himself in your pussy is like a dream to him, he could do it for the rest of his life and die happy.

"Mm, gonna milk me fucking dry aren't you, baby?~"

˖࣪ ⊹𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹⊹ ࣪ ˖

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He would be a obvious to it at first, as he cuddles with you he notices that you groan when his head shifts on your chest...he look at you with his cute little concerned face before speaking

"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" He asks softly, you chuckle and Shake your head

"No you're fine, my breast are just a bit sensitive..I'm ovulating" you admit and it all strarts to make sense why you've been so clingy and sensitive lately. His cheeks flush a light pink.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love" he apologizes as he pulls you closer to him, he kinda feels bad for not noticing sooner. He apologizes by burying his face in between those beautiful thighs of yours, eating you out till you cry 💖

"You always taste so good angel, cum on my face one more time, yeah?"

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He knows something is up when you become extremely clingy. It's something you always tend to do when that time comes around. You sit straddled on his lap as you softly make out, he doesn't question nor deny you when you're like this, who is he to turn down mind-blowing sex? He listens to everything you babble to him as he fucks into you.

"You want me to cum inside of you? I wanna hear you beg for it first~" He chuckles menacingly at your pathetic high pitched pleas.

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This nasty boy operates as if he can ovulate too. It doesn't matter what you're wearing or how you look, he's gonna get rock hard just looking at you. You're doing laundry, throwing the clothes in the washer and you feel him sneak up behind you, already feeling his bulge press on your lower back.

"I just wanna bend you over this machine and fuck you right now" he whispers into your ear, nibbling on the lobe, you feel him push into you more, you bite your lip as his hands come up to knead your breast, you sigh in pleasure before pushing your ass against him.

"Then why don't you do it then?~" you grin as you turn you head back to meet his gaze, you certainly don't have to tell him twice, he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, like he'll never see you again. It's enough to leave your legs wobbly for a couple days but it's worth it

"Can you feel me deep inside you, baby? Gonna let me cum inside of you?"

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