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you want me to pretend? | seven

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, cursing

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 0.9k

authors note: I don't have much to say more than I wanted some fluff after last part and that I fell asleep all afternoon and forgot to post earlier lmao

06 | 07 | 08

Sophomore year - October 2022

“Kelce just texted that they are coming up,” Rafe announced to everyone present.  

“The song—shit, where’s my phone?” Sarah asked, stressed.  

“I’ve got it; I will play it when she comes in.”  

“Look at you, taking initiative,” JJ teased, “or is it more than just initiative?”  

“Shut up.”  

“Why is he even here?” JJ asked, but before anyone could answer, they heard a knock on the door.  

“Shut up, JJ!” Kie whispered, slapping his arm.  

They all quieted down as Rafe backed the song, getting ready to turn up the volume. Sarah went to open the door, and as soon as you walked in, Rafe turned up the volume. He had chosen that song because he once heard you telling Ruthie that it was one of your favorites, and of course, he didn’t forget.  

When you walked inside, everyone shouted “Surprise!” as “Golden” blared through the speakers. Your face brightened the more you looked around. All your friends were there, and everything was decorated. You felt a warm feeling in your chest; when you started college, you had worried you wouldn’t find good friends, but seeing all of them there reminded you that things always worked out.  

One by one, they hugged you or congratulated you before returning to their previous conversations or heading to the kitchen to help prepare the food. Rafe was the last one to reach you; he didn’t know what to do. You two barely knew each other, but you also didn’t feel like total strangers.  

“Happy birthday again,” he said.  

“Thank you; I appreciate you remembering it,” you said, a bit nervous.  

“How did you spend it yesterday?”  

“It was great—mostly with my family. I went to lunch with them, and then we went to my house for the birthday cake.”  

“That’s great; I’m glad you had a wonderful day…” He paused for a second. “I brought you some flowers; hope you like them.”  

“Oh, you didn’t have to! Thank you, Rafe.” You smiled at him, and he could swear it was the best thing. Seeing you happy over something he did? The highlight of his week, and it was barely starting. Of course, he would never admit it out loud because he knows he would never hear the end of it.  

Sarah watched the scene from the kitchen but didn’t say anything. She knows Rafe likes you; it's as clear as ever, but she also notices how you are still not fully there, even if there is attraction. Everyone in that room could catch onto that, and yet no one decided to comment on it. JJ tried, but either Sarah or Kie slapped his arm to make him shut up.  

During the rest of the afternoon, you spent time making pizzas, playing board games, laughing, and truly enjoying the company of the people around you. It had been one of the best birthdays you had. Sarah had made sure to let you know that the Jellycat she got you was also from Rafe. You found the gesture extremely cute. You two talked a lot that day; it was small talk, nothing too deep, but it was something since it had been the most you two had talked in the past few months of knowing each other.  

Kelce tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t.  

“So, Rafe likes her for real?”  

“Is the sky blue?” Sarah asked back.  

“I don’t think she is that into him,” he said.  

“Oh… that’s not good coming from you.”  

“No, look, I see she is attracted to him, but I don’t know if she’s scared of liking him or something; it’s taking longer for her to warm up to him.”  

“I say give them time; I see potential there.”  

“Potential?”  

“I just have a feeling they will be together; I just know it.”

A few days later, you were hanging out with the girls and the guys at Sarah’s apartment again.  

“Okay, guys, plans for next week?”  

“I’m always down, but isn’t it a bit too soon for next week's plans?” JJ says.  

“Let her talk first,” Cleo interrupts.  

“Okay, so Topper…”  

“No,” Kie stops her. “Something always happens.”  

“That’s the fun part,” JJ replies.  

“Of course, you would say that,” Pope says, shaking his head.  

“Thank you, JJ,” Sarah says.  

“I’m with Kie,” John B says. “I was drunk for days after the last time the plan involved him.”  

“Oh, come on! It will be fun; some of his friends from the next town are coming.”  

“Yeah, he told the basketball team too,” JJ said. “Like a homecoming party?”  

“Housewarming party.”  

“Same shit.”  

“It is not the same,” Pope tried to correct him while you just looked at the scene unfolding in front of you. Cleo, JJ, and Sarah had agreed, while Pope, John B, and Kie were against it, so the tiebreaker was you.  

“Come on, Y/N,” Sarah said kindly. “It’s not gonna be a big party, I promise. I kinda know his friend, and he is more of a chill guy.”  

“Do you actually know him?”  

“Well, no, but I’ve seen him a couple of times, and he seems chill,” you sighed.  

“I guess it wouldn’t be that bad,” Kie, Pope, and John B sighed deeply. 

“This better be just a housewarming party, nothing else.”  

“The guy is moving alone, so he’s making a big deal; it was Topper’s idea to throw the party.”  

“Of course,” John B said, annoyed.  

“Can we at least know the guy's name?” Kie asked.  

“It starts with a J; let me look it up…” she said, scrolling through Topper’s chat. “Jordan, his name is Jordan.”

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𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢

Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x American!Reader | Forever Masterlist

a/n: hiiii, I know I haven't updated this story in centuries lol. I actually wrote this part out a while ago but never posted it. Now that I'm rereading it I kinda hate it but I said I'd post it so here it is. It's better if you've read the whole Forever series but if you haven't you can stll get the gist of it. Link for my taglist at the bottom!

synopsis: It's the third birthday Y/n has gotten to spend with Thanos since they escaped the games. Now that they are engaged, she has the best gift to surprise him with.

warnings: fluff, smut at the end

wc: 4.8k+

It was your favorite time of the year again: Thanos’ birthday. A day he had grown up hating, shrouded in unpleasant memories and a disdain for celebration. But for the past three years, you’d been on a mission to change that. You wanted him to associate his birthday with joy, love, and the kind of memories worth cherishing. Slowly but surely, you were breaking through his walls.

The first year, it was just the two of you. You stayed in, baking him the perfect little cupcake with one candle perched on top. Thanos, stubborn and reserved as ever, refused to leave the house back then. But as he sat on the couch with you, laughing through cheesy rom-coms and licking frosting off his fingers, you could see something shift—a tiny crack in the armor.

The next year, you managed to coax him out of his comfort zone. A quiet dinner at a nice restaurant was a big step for him. He had been hesitant at first, but by the end of the night, he couldn’t stop smiling as he clinked his glass of wine against yours.

But this year was different. So much had changed.

You and Thanos were engaged now. The ring on your finger sparkled with the promise of forever. He had recently reconnected with his estranged mother, Choi Bong-Cha, a relationship that had taken years to rebuild. His new album, raw and brimming with emotion, had been a massive success, catapulting him to a level of fame he never thought he’d achieve. And soon, the two of you would embark on a three-month tour—your biggest adventure yet.

This birthday needed to be unforgettable.

Granted, Thanos had long since left his wild partying days behind. He didn’t want a rager or a night that would blur into oblivion. But that didn’t mean he’d get away with just another quiet evening. Not this time.

He was at the studio for most of the day, so you took full advantage of the time to prepare. The house was a whirlwind of activity as you decorated every inch with streamers, balloons, and glitter that sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The glitter was deliberate—Thanos hated the stuff, but you loved the idea of him muttering under his breath as he tried to clean it up later. You smiled at the thought, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Balancing precariously on a ladder, you stretched to hang a giant “Happy Birthday!” banner across the living room windows. You were so focused on your task that the sharp knock at the door startled you, almost sending you toppling off the ladder.

“Come in!” you called, steadying yourself.

The door creaked open, and Thanos’ mother, Bong-Cha, stepped inside, immediately gasping in horror.

“Get down from there this instant!” she scolded, hands on her hips. Her gaze shifted to your outfit—a pair of shorts and a snug tank top that showed just enough skin to earn her disapproval. “And what are you wearing? You call that appropriate?”

You climbed down, grinning sheepishly as you bowed in greeting. ���Hi, Choi Bong-Cha.” you said and pulled her into a warm hug.

“You Americans,” she huffed, shaking her head but smiling nonetheless. “Always driving me crazy with your nonsense.”

You laughed as you took her hands. “I’ll change before the party, I promise. I was just finishing up the decorations.”

“Good. Now help me bring in the food before it gets cold,” she said.

The two of you worked side by side in the kitchen, unloading dishes and preparing the feast. Bong-Cha had embraced you as her future daughter-in-law with open arms. Seeing how happy you made Thanos had softened her heart, and she treated you with the love and care of a mother who had always wanted a daughter. She even helped Thanos pick out the engagement ring, a secret she loved to remind you of whenever she saw you wearing it.

As the kitchen filled with the smell of cooking food, you turned on a playlist from your teenage years. The nostalgic sounds of your 2007 emo phase filled the air, earning an exasperated sigh from Bong-Cha.

“This is music?” she teased, pretending to cover her ears.

“It’s art,” you said dramatically, twirling a spatula in your hand.

Before she could argue further, another knock sounded at the door. You hurried to answer, your heart leaping when you saw your grandmother standing on the other side.

“Halmeoni!” you exclaimed, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Look at you, dressed like this! Aigoo!” she clucked, shaking her head as she stepped inside. “Go change before your friends and fiancé arrive. This is no way for a young woman to present herself!”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’ll change, I’ll change!” you promised.

As you made your way to the bedroom, you muttered under your breath with a smirk, “As if Su-Bong hasn’t already explored every inch of my body.”

Your cheeks flushed at your own boldness, but you couldn’t help feeling giddy. This birthday was going to be perfect, filled with the people Thanos loved most. And as you slipped into a new outfit, you couldn’t wait to see his face when he walked through the door.

For Thanos, this birthday would be more than a celebration. It would be a reminder of how far he’d come—and how much love surrounded him now.

-

The muffled hum of conversation filtered through the walls, a lively symphony of laughter and voices mingling in the crisp evening air. You stood in front of the mirror, inspecting your reflection one last time. The tight, champagne-colored dress hugged your curves in all the right places, shimmering faintly under the bathroom lights. It was a bold choice, one you knew would earn scathing looks from your grandmother and Bong-Cha, but you weren’t dressing for them tonight. This was Thanos’ birthday, and you knew exactly what he loved.

A spritz of hairspray, a swipe of gloss on your lips, and you were ready—well, almost. Scanning the bathroom, you caught sight of the chaos you’d left behind: makeup scattered across the counter, clothes piled haphazardly on the floor, and—your eyes landed on the drawer, partially open. Heat rushed to your face. Right. The toys.

Shaking your head with a rueful grin, you quickly tidied up, shoving away any evidence of the “unholy things” you and Thanos indulged in nightly. With nosy elders roaming around, the last thing you needed was for anyone to wander into your private space and find those.

Satisfied with your cleanup, you turned to the closet, reaching behind a row of purses. Your fingers brushed against the small box wrapped in shimmering blue paper, topped with a pristine white bow. You pulled it out, a flicker of excitement sparking in your chest. This was your gift to Thanos—a surprise you’d been planning for weeks. You could hardly wait to see his reaction.

Clutching the box, you stepped out of the bedroom and into the chaos. The house was alive with energy. In the kitchen, Thanos’ close friends and family gathered, chatting animatedly over trays of snacks and drinks. The air buzzed with anticipation.

“Se-mi! Min-su!” you called out, your face lighting up as you spotted two familiar figures near the counter.

They turned at the sound of your voice, and before you knew it, you were enveloped in their warm embraces.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” you said, squeezing them tightly.

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Min-su replied, his boyish grin reminding you of the shy, nerdy kid you’d first met years ago. Now, he looked at you and Thanos like older siblings, a bond that always filled your heart with gratitude.

Se-mi smirked, giving you a once-over. “That dress is going to send Halmeoni into orbit.”

You laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. “The night’s not about her.”

As if summoned by the mention of her name, your grandmother appeared, a flurry of indignation and disapproval. She scolded you in rapid-fire Korean, her voice rising with each word as she tried to pull your dress further down your legs.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you waved her off with a grin. “T is calling. Everyone quiet!”

Stepping into the foyer, you answered your phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, Señorita,” Thanos’ deep voice rumbled through the line. “I’m on my way home. Be there in five.”

“Can’t wait!” you replied, your smile widening as you hung up. Turning back to the kitchen, you clapped your hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay, everyone hide! I’m going to throw on a robe so he doesn’t suspect anything. When I turn on the lights, jump out and yell ‘surprise’!”

The room erupted into quiet laughter and hurried footsteps as everyone scrambled to hide. You dashed back to the bedroom, slipping into the silky pink robe Thanos had given you during one of your more playful anniversaries. Its softness wrapped around you like a secret, concealing the tight dress underneath.

The sound of the front door unlocking sent a jolt of anticipation through you. You rushed to greet him, your heart racing as his tall frame filled the doorway.

“Hey, baby,” you said softly, pulling him into a kiss.

“Mmm, missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his hands sliding to your waist. His voice dropped, a low, dangerous whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait to be inside you…”

Your eyes widened as he pressed you against the wall, his hand slipping under the hem of your robe.

“Wait!” you gasped, squirming out of his grasp. “I have something to show you first!”

Thanos groaned, running a hand through his hair, but let you guide him toward the kitchen. “Baby, I just wanna—”

Before he could finish the sentence you knew would get him in trouble with his elders, you flicked on the lights.

“Surprise!” The room erupted with cheers and applause as everyone jumped out from their hiding spots.

Thanos froze, his eyes wide as they swept over the crowd, then landed on you. With a slow, deliberate motion, you let the robe slide off your shoulders, revealing the dress beneath.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you said, your voice brimming with excitement as you wrapped your arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

His hands found your hips, his grip firm as his gaze darkened. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with both amusement and frustration.

“I was about to fuck you in the middle of the living room. This dress? Not helping. And there’s glitter everywhere.”

A playful smirk tugged at your lips. “When everyone’s gone, you can take all your frustrations out on me.”

“Deal,” he growled, before straightening and turning to greet his guests, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

As the night unfolded, filled with laughter, toasts, and the warmth of loved ones, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Thanos. The man who once dreaded his birthday now stood at the center of it all—happy, loved, and utterly yours.

-

The laughter and chatter around the room quieted as you emerged from the kitchen, carefully balancing the Oreo ice cream cake on its tray. It was adorned with little Marvel characters, each one meticulously placed—a miniature Iron Man here, a tiny Hulk there, and of course, Thanos himself standing triumphantly in the center.

As you approached the table, everyone cheered and clapped, and Thanos let out a sheepish laugh, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. But you knew better. Beneath his playful groan, his lips curved into a smile, his eyes soft with gratitude. He’d chosen the name “Thanos” for himself years ago, and the cake was your cheeky little nod to that—a reminder of how far he’d come from the brooding, self-doubting man he once was.

“Make a wish, baby,” you said softly, standing beside him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he blew out the candles with one steady breath. The room erupted in applause, and you leaned down to plant a quick kiss on his temple.

After cutting the cake, you passed slices around the table, making sure everyone got a piece. The sound of forks clinking against plates and delighted murmurs filled the room as everyone dug in. But the festive mood only escalated when Bong-Cha and your grandmother started chanting in unison.

“Presents! Presents!”

You saw Thanos tense slightly, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. He had always felt awkward opening gifts in front of people, but you leaned in close and whispered, “Don’t worry, there’s just a few.”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing just enough for you to gather the small pile of gifts from the corner of the room. The first one he opened was from your grandmother—a stunning pair of cufflinks, polished silver with delicate engravings.

“These are for the day you marry my granddaughter,” she said, her voice proud but thick with emotion.

Thanos bowed his head in thanks, his lips pressed into a grateful smile as he admired them.

Next came Bong-Cha’s gift. She handed it to him with a rare softness, her usually stern expression melting as he opened the small velvet pouch inside. His hands stilled as he pulled out the dog tags, their metal gleaming faintly under the lights.

“These belonged to your grandfather,” she said, her voice quivering. “He wanted you to have them one day. I’ve been waiting for the right moment.”

Thanos blinked rapidly, his eyes glistening. For a moment, it seemed like he might cry, but he quickly cleared his throat and placed the dog tags gently back into the pouch. He thanked her quietly, giving her a rare, heartfelt hug before moving to the next gift.

Se-mi and Min-su’s gift brought a genuine laugh from both him and you—a pair of small silver squid earrings, their diamond eyes glinting mischievously. Tucked alongside was a note that read:

"Your best and worst memory. You survived, and you found Y/N."

Thanos chuckled, his laughter tinged with something bittersweet. The four of you had never shared the full story with your families, but those earrings symbolized so much: the night you’d all met, the harrowing experience that bonded you, and the unbreakable little family you’d built ever since.

“Thank you,” he said simply, his voice quiet but brimming with meaning.

After a round of hugs and smiles, you stepped forward with a sly grin. “Wait! There’s one more…”

Thanos raised an eyebrow, his smile turning playful. “Señorita, you’re making me open more?”

“I think this one might be your favorite,” you teased, striding over to him and setting the small blue box in front of him. Leaning down, you placed a tender kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Happy birthday, my love.”

Thanos sighed, settling back into his seat as he opened the box. For a moment, he stared at its contents, his brow furrowing in confusion. Then his eyes widened, and he froze.

“You’re joking,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Inside the box was a pregnancy test. The pink plus sign was unmistakable, standing out starkly against the white plastic.

“You’re joking,” he repeated, picking it up to study it closer. His hands trembled slightly.

You smiled nervously, chewing on your bottom lip as you nodded. “No joke, baby.”

His head shot up, his wide, teary eyes locking onto yours. “Baby, y-you’re pregnant?”

“Mhmm.”

The room erupted in gasps and exclamations, but all you could focus on was Thanos. He stood abruptly, scooping you into his arms and spinning you around. His laughter rang out, joyous and unrestrained, as he pressed a deep, fervent kiss to your lips.

When he finally set you down, his cheeks were streaked with tears. He cradled your face in his hands, looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. “I can’t believe it,” he murmured. “You’re giving me a family.”

“Of course I am. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.” you whispered back, your voice cracking as tears welled up in your own eyes.

The rest of the evening was a blur of hugs, cheers, and endless congratulations. Bong-Cha cried openly, your grandmother held your hands tightly as she whispered blessings, and even Min-su and Se-mi couldn’t contain their excitement.

Eventually, you found yourself sitting beside Se-mi, who had been unusually quiet.

“You’re going to get so fat,” she teased, her tone light but her eyes misty.

“Don’t remind me,” you laughed, nudging her playfully. Then your expression softened. “Se-mi?”

“Don’t,” she warned, though her voice wavered.

“Se-mi,” you said gently, placing a hand on hers. “Will you be the godmother?”

Tears spilled over her cheeks as she tried to wipe them away quickly, failing miserably. Finally, she turned to you, her face breaking into a watery smile.

“Of course!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around you.

It was rare for Se-mi to show this kind of raw emotion, and you cherished every moment of it. She had been there through everything—your best friend, your sister in spirit, your rock.

As the party carried on around you, you looked across the room to Thanos. He was laughing with Min-su, the dog tags now hanging proudly around his neck, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them.

For the first time in a long time, Thanos wasn’t just celebrating a birthday. He was celebrating life. And the future had never looked so beautiful.

-

By 11 p.m., the house was finally beginning to quiet. Guests had filtered out one by one, their laughter and goodbyes still echoing faintly in the air. Min-su and Se-mi, however, had gotten far drunker than they’d intended. You had to practically guide them by the elbows to the guest rooms, their laughter sloppy and unfiltered.

Min-su flopped onto the bed with a groan, mumbling something incoherent, while Se-mi giggled uncontrollably, half-hanging off the doorway as you tried to steady her. “You guys are always the last ones standing,” you teased, tucking a blanket over Min-su.

“Not my fault your champagne tastes expensive,” Se-mi slurred with a grin, finally climbing into the other bed.

You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly. They were the only ones who ever occupied the guest rooms anyway. This was their second home, and it always warmed your heart to see them so at ease.

As you walked back toward the front door, your grandmother and Bong-Cha were lingering, still fussing over you. Your grandmother pressed her hands gently against your belly, murmuring prayers in soft, melodic Korean.

“Rest well, Halmeoni,” you said, taking her hands in yours as you kissed her cheek.

“Be careful, child. You must protect that baby.”

“I will. I promise.”

After her, you turned to Bong-Cha, who gave you an approving nod as she slipped on her coat. “You’ve made him very happy tonight,” she said.

You smiled at her warmly. “He deserves it.”

When the door finally clicked shut behind them, a heavy, contented silence filled the house. You turned the lock and exhaled, the weight of the evening finally settling over you. When you turned around, Thanos was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his dark eyes watching you.

“Do you hate me?” you asked in your cutest tone, prancing toward him with a teasing smile.

“Let’s see,” he began, his voice laced with mock annoyance. “You threw me a surprise party even though you know I hate surprises. You embarrassed me with a Marvel cake—cute, but still embarrassing. And there’s glitter everywhere. Everywhere.”

You smirked, swaying as you approached him, lifting the hem of your dress just enough to show a hint of thigh. “But?”

His expression softened instantly as his hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him. “But…” he said, his voice low, “I’ve never been fucking happier.” His lips pressed firmly to yours, tender but insistent. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a child…”

“You’re going to be such a good dad, Su-Bong,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

He winced slightly, but not from discomfort—it was rare you used his real name, and hearing it fall from your lips like a caress always unraveled him. “Go run the bath,” he murmured. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You nodded, your smile radiant, and skipped off toward the master bathroom.

Thanos stayed behind for a moment, his hand slipping into his pocket. He pulled out the pregnancy test, the little pink plus staring back at him. It was surreal. His breath caught as he studied it, his chest tightening.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice breaking as tears slipped down his face. A soft, overwhelmed laugh followed. He tilted his head back, his shoulders sagging under the weight of gratitude. Whatever gods or fate had orchestrated this, he thanked them silently—for you, for this life, for this second chance he never thought he’d get.

Carefully, he placed the test on the mantle above the fireplace. It was small, but it was everything. He wanted to see it every day—a symbol of the life you were building together.

When he stepped into the bathroom, the lights were off, and the room glowed with the warm flicker of candlelight. Steam curled lazily from the soapy water filling the tub, and there you were, nestled in the bubbles, your hair pinned up, lashes fluttering as you met his gaze.

“Join me,” you said softly, your voice inviting, your smile luminous in the candlelight.

Without hesitation, Thanos stripped out of his clothes, letting them pool on the floor before stepping into the tub. The water rippled around him as he settled in opposite you, taking one of your feet into his hands. His fingers kneaded gently into the arch, his touch soothing yet intimate.

He leaned back slightly, his dark eyes roaming over you, drinking in your beauty. “Thank you,” he said after a moment. His voice was soft but heavy with meaning. “For today. For everything.”

You smiled, your cheeks flushing faintly. “Did you enjoy your party?”

“It was amazing,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile. His hands moved to your toes, his lips pressing soft kisses against them. “Your gift…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if words couldn’t capture how he felt. “You were right. It’s my favorite.”

Your grin widened, your heart swelling with joy. “C’mere,” you said, reaching for him.

Thanos shifted in the water, moving to your side of the tub. He pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in your ear as his hands gently traced patterns along your arms.

His hand moved gently beneath the water, his fingers grazing over your still-flat belly before traveling lower. The touch was tender, reverent, as if he was savoring every inch of you. His middle finger slipped through your slick folds, eliciting a soft moan from you that vibrated against his neck.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pressed a single finger inside you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb grazing over your sensitive nipple. The warmth of the bath surrounded you, but it was nothing compared to the heat building between your bodies.

“Mmm, fuck, T…” you murmured, leaning your head back against his broad shoulder. You floated in his arms, completely at his mercy, your body melting into his.

His lips brushed your temple as he added a second finger, curling them just right, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your loud, unrestrained moan filled the room, your back arching as his fingers worked you with deliberate care. You could feel the press of his growing arousal against your lower back, a firm reminder of how much he wanted you.

“Feel good, baby?” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and intoxicating.

“So fucking good…” you whimpered, your voice breathy and needy as he curled his fingers again, hitting that perfect spot.

“T…” you gasped, your words barely audible, a desperate plea for more.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmured, his lips trailing to the shell of your ear before placing a slow, teasing kiss on your cheek.

“From behind, please…” you begged, your voice trembling with anticipation.

His lips quirked into a grin. “As you wish, princess.”

Gently, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a heated intensity. “You taste incredible,” he said softly before helping you stand, the water cascading off your body as he positioned you at the edge of the tub.

You leaned forward, gripping the porcelain for balance as he knelt behind you. His hands gently spread your legs, and then his tongue found you, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. He took his time, savoring every part of you, his tongue exploring your folds with a mix of gentle licks and firm strokes.

Your whimpers filled the room as he worked you, his lips and tongue driving you closer to the edge. “Fuck, T! You’re going to make me cum!” you cried out, your thighs trembling.

He smiled against you, the vibrations of his chuckle sending another wave of pleasure through you. He pushed his tongue deeper, moving in and out, savoring the way your body responded to him. Just as you felt yourself begin to tighten, teetering on the edge of release, he pulled back, his lips glistening as he stood.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, princess,” he said, his voice husky and commanding.

“Mmmkay…” you whimpered, your desperation evident as you arched your hips, needing him.

He positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Think I can get you pregnant again?” he teased, his voice playful but filled with desire.

“You can certainly try…” you replied, your words a breathy challenge.

He chuckled softly before pressing into you, inch by inch, the stretch making your eyes roll back. No matter how many times you’d been with him, his size always took your breath away.

He started slowly, his movements deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every sensation. He watched as his length disappeared into you, glistening with your arousal, the sight nearly undoing him.

“You tired, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with affection as he noticed your head resting lazily against the tub.

“No… Just feels so good…” you whimpered, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you.

His lips curved into a soft smile as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with more urgency. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your breathing shallow as you neared the edge again.

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” he panted, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust faster.

The tension built between you until it finally snapped. You cried out his name, your body shaking as your release washed over you, your walls clenching around him. With a few more thrusts, he followed, groaning as he buried himself deep, his warmth flooding you.

He collapsed against your back, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he caught his breath. “Fuck, baby…” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with awe.

“You fuck me so good every time, T…” you whispered, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Guess that’s why we’re having a baby.”

He laughed with you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed your shoulder. Slowly, he pulled out of you, both of you sighing at the loss. He reached for the drain, letting the water empty before grabbing a towel and carefully drying you off.

He took his time, rubbing lotion into your skin with gentle hands, his touch lingering with love. When you were dressed in your silky pink pajamas, and he had slipped on a pair of boxers, he led you to bed.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you sighed in relief, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Thanos climbed in beside you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, jagi. Thank you for everything,” he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion.

“Love you forever, baby. Happy birthday,” you murmured against his chest, your words soft as sleep overtook you.

Thanos held you close, his heart full as he stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop picturing the future—a little one with your eyes and his smile running around the house. Tears pricked his eyes as he imagined the life ahead, a life filled with love, laughter, and the family he’d never thought he deserved.

He lay awake for hours, daydreaming about the life you were building together, until finally, sleep claimed him, his arms wrapped securely around you.

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[sylusonychinus]

Side Story – Zayne vs. Prince

Series Masterlist It had been two weeks since Zayne and Reader officially started dating. While their relationship was progressing beautifully, there was one hurdle Zayne hadn’t quite figured out yet—Reader’s cat, Prince.

Prince was a ball of pure fluff, with striking silver fur and the kind of piercing green eyes that seemed to judge every decision you’d ever made in life. He was undeniably adorable, but Zayne was convinced the cat had it out for him.

The rivalry began on day one. The moment Zayne stepped into Reader’s apartment as her official boyfriend, Prince took one look at him, flicked his tail dismissively, and strutted away with an air of feline superiority.

Now, Zayne stood in Reader’s living room, staring down his nemesis. Prince lounged on the couch like royalty, sprawled out in the exact center so no one else could sit comfortably. His gaze was fixed on Zayne, unblinking, as if daring him to make a move.

Zayne crossed his arms. “Alright, Prince. Let’s settle this. I know you’re the king of this castle, but I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Prince yawned dramatically, showing off a tiny pink tongue, before curling into a tighter ball.

“Oh, don’t play innocent,” Zayne muttered. “I’ve seen you in action. You ‘accidentally’ knocked over my coffee last week. And let’s not forget the time you clawed my jacket—my favorite jacket, might I add.”

Reader entered the room with a mug of tea in hand, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Zayne and Prince locked in an intense staring contest.

“Are you having a serious conversation with my cat?” she asked, amused.

Zayne glanced at her, looking slightly sheepish. “He started it.”

Reader laughed, setting her mug down on the coffee table. “Prince is harmless. He’s just... selective about his affection.”

“Selective? He treats me like I’m trespassing,” Zayne said, gesturing at the cat.

As if to prove Zayne’s point, Prince stretched lazily, extended one paw, and swatted Zayne’s car keys off the coffee table. The jingle of metal hitting the floor echoed through the room.

Reader stifled a laugh. “Maybe he’s trying to tell you not to leave.”

“Or maybe he’s plotting my downfall,” Zayne grumbled, bending down to pick up the keys.

Later that evening, Reader decided it was time for the two most important males in her life to bond. She set the stage by sitting Zayne and Prince on opposite ends of the couch and placing a bowl of cat treats on the coffee table.

“Alright,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Zayne, offer him a treat. Prince loves treats. It’s the easiest way to win him over.”

Zayne picked up a treat with the same level of caution one might use to handle a live grenade. He held it out toward Prince, who sniffed it but made no move to take it. Instead, he gave Zayne a look that could only be described as disdainful.

“Come on, Prince,” Zayne coaxed, his voice softening. “It’s your favorite.”

Prince flicked his tail, turned his head, and dramatically jumped off the couch as if the mere thought of accepting food from Zayne was beneath him.

Reader burst into laughter. “Wow. I’ve never seen him reject a treat before. You might be in trouble.”

“Oh, I’m in trouble?” Zayne said, looking at her with mock indignation. “This is your cat, and he’s clearly waging a war against me.”

“Maybe you need to try harder,” Reader teased.

Zayne narrowed his eyes at Prince, who had settled on the windowsill and was now grooming himself with an air of triumph. “Alright, buddy. You want a war? You’ve got one.”

The next day, Zayne showed up at Reader’s apartment with a plan. In one hand, he carried a small bag of premium cat treats—ones that Reader assured him were impossible for Prince to resist. In the other, he held a feathered cat wand toy he’d picked up at the pet store.

Reader watched from the kitchen as Zayne crouched down on the floor, waving the toy like a magician casting a spell. “Come on, Prince. Look at this. It’s fun, it’s colorful, it’s everything a cat could want.”

Prince remained perched on his cat tree, unbothered.

Zayne sighed and switched to Plan B. He shook the bag of treats, the sound causing Prince’s ears to twitch ever so slightly. “That’s right. I’ve got the good stuff. You know you want it.”

Slowly, Prince climbed down from the cat tree and sauntered over, his movements deliberate. He sniffed the air, eyes fixed on the bag.

“Success,” Zayne whispered triumphantly.

He placed a treat on the floor and waited. Prince sniffed it, then glanced up at Zayne, as if debating whether the treat was worth the indignity of accepting it from him. Finally, he ate it, chewing slowly while maintaining eye contact.

Reader leaned against the counter, grinning. “Congratulations. You’ve been deemed worthy of his time.”

“Worthy? I had to bribe him,” Zayne muttered, though a small smile tugged at his lips.

Prince, seemingly satisfied, hopped onto the couch and stretched out. He didn’t hiss or glare at Zayne this time, which Zayne considered a small victory.

By the end of the week, the rivalry had cooled into a tentative truce. Zayne was no longer greeted with hisses or glares, and Prince occasionally allowed him to scratch behind his ears—on Prince’s terms, of course.

One evening, Reader walked into the living room to find Zayne sprawled on the couch with Prince curled up on his chest. She gasped, grabbing her phone to snap a picture.

“Don’t you dare,” Zayne warned, though he made no move to push the cat off.

Reader grinned. “I can’t believe it. He actually likes you now.”

Zayne smirked. “Told you I’d win him over.”

Prince let out a contented purr, and Zayne sighed. “Alright, fine. Maybe he’s not so bad.”

From that day on, the rivalry officially ended, though Zayne would always insist that Prince only liked him because of the treats. Reader, however, knew better. Prince had finally decided Zayne was part of the family.

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[nisbanisba]

A little bit of the Spring Break at Gwyn’s AU. Still no ETA on this one, but it’s coming along!

“Oh, I do remember these,” says TK as they come to the period rooms. “The class a year behind me, on their field trip here, this kid Cody who had ‘impulse control issues’ just took this, like, running leap and jumped onto the bed.”

“What? No he didn’t,” laughs Carlos.

“I swear! He got our whole school banned from the museum after that.”

“Forever?”

“Foreva-evah,” giggles TK.

Carlos shakes his head. “They do look kind of comfortable.” Or he’s just tired. He’s having fun here, still, it just would be great to be able to see the museum and be horizontal at the same time. “Did you ever read that book ‘From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler?’”

“The mixed up files of what?”

“It was this book I had when I was a kid. These two kids run away from home and they hide here in the museum, and they sleep in the period room beds.”

“Oh, man, it’s a good thing I didn’t read that as a kid,” says TK. “That’s such a good idea. Does the stuff come alive at night? In the book?”

Carlos laughs. “No. That’s ‘Night at the Museum.”

“Well, I don’t know! It could have happened in your book too.”

Carlos rolls his eyes, but he’s beaming. He’s thrilled to be in this incredible, storied place with his favorite, most ridiculous person.

“Did you ever run away when you were a kid?” TK asks now.

Carlos tilts his head, considering. “One time, sort of. When I was like 6. I think I was mad at Ana and Luisa. I told my mom I was running away and she packed me a lunch.”

He’d made it to the end of his block, then plopped to the ground and started crying when he remembered he couldn’t cross the street without a grown-up holding his hand. In his memory, the moment his tears started to flow, his mother was there beside him, wiping his tears away with her thumbs. Years later, he realized she’d been watching him from the front window.

“Well, mijo,” she’d said as his quivering sobs dried up into sniffles. “Ready to go home?”

He’d nodded, cheeks still sticky with drying tears, and taken her outstretched hand.

“That’s so cute,” TK says now, intertwining his own fingers with Carlos’s.

“You’re cute,” counters Carlos, leaning in close to TK’s face. He should call his mother later. He misses her, even though he never knows what to say to her. He doesn’t want to think about his mother. He’d much rather flirt with his boyfriend.

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[rhiannonsknife]

could I request princess!lottie and knight!reader fic? Maybe one night lottie sneaks off and reader is looking everywhere to find her, sometime passes and reader finds Lottie just in the forest by a lake. While reader is shit scared and telling Lottie to come back, Lottie just finds it funny and tells reader to relax, which is how they end up doing it more often like this said night. They go to the river by the field and just lay there for hours.

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── WHEN YOU GET A TASTE, CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S MY FLAVOR?

— summary: you’re supposed to protect the princess with your life. she keeps running from you.

— warnings: gn!knight reader & princess!lottie. non-sexual nudity. not really a warning, but i’m mainly calling her charlotte in this au.

the castle is silent when you realize she’s gone.

the chambers that so often echo with charlotte’s laughter or the quiet hum of a tune she barely notices she’s singing are empty now, the absence of sound unnatural like an ill omen.

outside, the torches burn low, their flickering flames casting restless lights along the castle’s stone walls. it is well past midnight, the hour when even the most stubborn courtiers have retired to their beds, leaving the corridors hollow. yet sleep, a luxury for guards like you, is the last thing on your mind.

you check her room first. then the library. then the gardens. each place greets you with the same emptiness. her bed is untouched, silk sheets unrumpled and her favorite books sit neatly by the window, their pages undisturbed. with each failed attempt to find the princess, the unease in your chest coils tighter.

you do not allow panic to take hold, not yet.

instead, you seize a cloak from its hook and snatch a lantern from a nearby table. the guards at the gate scarcely glance in your direction when you pass. they do not stop you, knowing your place as the princess’s knight, sworn to protect her.

and yet, charlotte disappears into the night, time and time again, as if she thinks she doesn't need guarding, oblivious to the fact that if she'd ever truly vanish, it would be your head on the chopping block. you would be lucky to be executed. more likely, you would be cast into the dungeons, left to rot, condemned as a traitor unworthy of their trust.

so you follow like you always do.

the path to the lake is familiar by now, the trees shifting and parting around you as you navigate the uneven ground. you move quickly, your steps unfaltering, barely noticing the roughness of the forest floor beneath your boots. the only thing that matters is finding her, making sure she’s safe.

the lake is a place you’ve come to know well, a shelter for the princess. by nightfall, the track there grows darker, but you push forward without fear, not allowing your emotions to come between ensuring charlotte’s safety. still your eyes sweep over the shifting darkness, searching for any sign of movement. it feels like an eternity before something does catch your eye: a glint of silver, moonlight shimmering against the calm water. and then, at the lake’s edge, you see her.

charlotte is alone by the shore, her gown barely touching the damp grass. she looks beautiful, you can’t help but notice, the light catching in her long, dark hair. she stands barefoot, her shoes abandoned somewhere nearby, her hands clasped loosely before her as she gazes out across the surface.

for a brief moment, you allow yourself to watch her and dwell in both your frustration as well as secret admiration. foolish girl. does charlotte not know how vulnerable she looks like this? how easily harm could come to her?

beneath your boot, a branch snaps and she turns around, her lips curving into a smile. charlotte's expression is so calm that it sends a fresh wave of frustration through your veins, one you have no right to voice, because she’s the princess and you’re disposable. just another knight, trusted with her protection.

“your highness,” you call out to her. “do you mean to send me to an early grave?”

“i was sure you’d find me”

“and if i had not? what then? would you stay out here until dawn, alone and defenseless?”

“calm down, my knight.” she tilts her head as tough your worry is nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “i am neither alone nor defenseless. i’m perfectly fine. see?” charlotte motions around. “the lake, the night. there’s nothing to fear here!”

“do not jest with me, princess,” you scold, moving to kneel beside her. “you know the rules. you cannot simply...disappear like this! do you know what would happen if you-”

“you act like i’m fragile, knight. like i’m some delicate thing that needs constant protection. can you not just trust me for once?”

your swallow, your mind a mess of conflicting thoughts. your duty, your heart. before you can give voice to either, charlotte flashes you a smile, so unfairly disarming, melting away the doubts that had taken root. she leans back against the cool grass, calling out cheerfully: “sit with me? just for a while?”

it’s a gentle command, but a command nonetheless, one you should refuse. you should insist she return to the safety of the castle, remind her of the risks, of what’s expected. instead, you mutter: “you’re stubborn,”

“is that a complaint, my knight?” charlotte teases, arching her brow at you.

“it is a fact,” you reply, shaking your head. “you are impossible to protect”

“well, you're here.” she laughs. “you’ll always follow me, won’t you?”

gods help you, she is impossible.

you lean back, staring up at the sky as if the constellations overhead might have clarity to offer.

you remember another night, years ago, when you were smaller. still a child despite the weight of a weapon in your hands. the training yard had been ruthless that day, bruises blooming across your arms. when night fell and you were left you to rest, you and the others had stolen a moment for yourselves, slipping out onto the grass beyond the barracks, lying side by side beneath the open sky.

“there,” van had said, pointing up, her grin wide even in the dim light. you remember there was a gap where she had lost a tooth, making her lisp ever so slightly when she spoke. “that one’s a hunter!”

“you don’t know that,” taissa had countered, giggling with her arms folded behind her head. “you just made that up.”

“did not,” van shot back. “i was told!”

“by who?” nat had asked, unimpressed, toying with a blade of grass between her fingers.

van’s face scrunched up, deep in thought, and for a moment. “i don’t remember.” she admitted.

shauna, lying closest beside you, had laughed. “then how do you even know it’s true?”

van had only shrugged, stubborn. “it just is.”

the memory ends there, just as all things did, just as all things still do, with the royal family. the same one that had robbed van of the ability to recall anything prior to what she was given by them, the people who must have taught her the night skies and constellations.

now, years later, you stare at the same sky, the same stars, but you are not that child anymore. you are here, with her.

“this cannot continue,” you tell charlotte, even though you do find yourself enjoying the damp softness of the grass against your back.

she closes her eyes. “it will,”

and it does.

in the weeks that follow, it becomes a ritual, unspoken but still understood.

at first, you try to tell yourself that you will put an end to it. that next time she slips away, you will lay a firm hand upon her shoulder, guide her back inside, and remind her of her duty, of the weight of the crown that rests so delicately upon her head.

yet, every night when the castle falls silent and the corridors stand empty, you find charlotte's chambers deserted. each of those nights, you follow the familiar path, lantern in hand, armor heavy upon your shoulders. and every time, without fail, the princess is waiting by the lake.

the first few times, you try to reason with her about the dangers of slipping away unseen. she only smiles (that smile), tilting her head as if you are the fool.

“i have you, my knight,” charlotte says, like that's enough. and perhaps, to her, it is. out here, away from the castle walls and watchful eyes, she is free. the lake is the only place where she is not a princess bound by duty, and you, though ever conscious of your station, are not merely her guard.

charlotte confides in you now: she speaks of the pressures that press upon her, of her father’s demands, of the suitors who visit from far-off lands. she talks about the life that has been carved out for her since birth, and the walls of the castle that, no matter how grand, have always felt like a cage.

and you? you listen.

whenever she turns the conversation to you, you offer little, for there is only so little to tell. raised to wield a sword, you were only ever taught to serve, to protect what is not yours. that is the way of things. that is how it has always been.

unlike her, you have no stories of childhood games except for the ones you played in stolen moments, no memories of lazy mornings or warm hearths. your earliest recollections are of cold steel and calloused hands. drills in the training yard long before the sun had risen and voices barking orders as you struggled to lift a sword half your size. you were taught to fight before you could read, to obey before you could dream of anything beyond this.

at least you were not alone in it, which you do tell her about. there were the others, boys and girls who had been taken from their families just as you had and grew beside you. they bled with you, trained with you, fought with you. the closest thing you have to brothers and sisters, not by blood, but by years spent beneath the same banner. the crown’s chosen, as van would call it behind the backs of the knights ranked higher.

yet, for all that hardship, you never resented it. you have never wished for more. not until now. not until her and the pull of wanting something, someone, you were never meant to have. for the first time, you wish to be free.

until the night she wades into the lake, you're able to force all those obscene thoughts down.

then, after weeks of lingering at its inviting shore, charlotte steps into the water, seeking relief from the heat that clings to her skin even after nightfall now that summer has come, and you nearly fall apart.

one moment, she is beside you, plucking absently at the petals of a wildflower. the next, she is rising to her feet, fingers untying the silken gown that marks her as royalty.

“your highness-“ the full moon high above catches her skin, turning every inch of her silver.

charlotte sighs, stepping free from the gown and leaving it in a careless heap pooled at her feet. she does not stop there. what little remains, she sheds just as easily until there is nothing between her and the night air.

“i should like a bath,” charlotte announces.

you have seen her in finery, adorned in silks and jewels fit for a queen, but you have never seen her like this. entirely bare, her hair tumbling wild and untamed down her back whilst she walks directly into the water.

your hand tightens over the handle of your sword upon watching the lake water lapping at her calves, then her thighs. charlotte exhales slowly, tilting her head back until the ends of her hair float on the surface. in all the places where she has freed herself from the weight of her thin clothes, your armor suddenly feels suffocating.

“you needn’t stand there like a statue,” she calls softly, glancing over her shoulder. “you could join me”

“i don't think-“ the water does nothing to conceal her, and you swear your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes dart down to her breasts.

“you are always so tense,” charlotte points out, stepping back toward the shallows. “do you never grow tired of carrying such weight?”

you knuckles whiten around the sword's handle, that's how hard you're gripping it. always, you want to tell her. every moment of every day.

she does not realize what she does to you and your body betrays you like it never did before. eyes that once were under your command flicker, involuntarily tracing the delicate lines of her body as it emerges from the lake. when she reaches the shore, the water running in rivulets down her skin, you force your gaze away too late. charlotte halts before you, towering above where you kneel in the grass. “you’re staring,”

“forgive me, your highness. i did not mean-”

“did you not?”

your breath hitches when her fingers find the edge of your jaw. the touch is barely there at all, but it might as well have set you ablaze. the princess traces the line of your cheek, skin cool from the water, before drifting lower, where her thumb presses lightly against your bottom lip. “how proper you are,” she murmurs, applying enough pressure to part your mouth. “even now, you fight it.”

you do not (cannot) speak.

her hand stays in place, tilting your face toward her. your pulse pounds like a war drum in your chest, each beat a desperate warning. any closer and there will be no denying to what this is. any closer, and you won’t be able to contain yourself from her anymore. any closer and-

without warning, charlotte takes a step back. she turns, moving toward the place where her gown lays in a crumpled pile.

“you may look now,” she calls, fastening the ties of her dress while watching you. not just your face this time, but lower. your armor. “you always wear it,”

you shift, uncomfortable under her scrutiny. “it is my duty to remain prepared, your highness.”

“prepared for what?”

charlotte reaches out, her fingers touching the edge of a buckle near your shoulder. a heavy drop of water falls from the ends of her hair onto the shoulder plate. “take it off,”

“i-”

“please,” she adds, softer this time. she could just command you, and you'd have to follow her orders without any protest. instead, the princess asks. you're about to unfasten them when charlotte steps forward, her fingers brushing against you, a silent request to stop. “let me,”

her fingers move expertly while you drop your own to your sides, loosening the first buckle, then the next. the armor shifts against your body, giving way to her slow administration.

the breastplate is the first to go: charlotte lifts it carefully, her hands barely making a sound as they run over the metal. the air is cold against your undershirt when she sets it down in the grass, a relief that only comes in the evenings, once you're freed from your duty and have permission to rest.

charlotte doesn’t stop there. her presence is a steady force as she circles you, undoing buckles and loosening straps in every place she puts her hands to. each piece of armor that falls away leaves more of you exposed, and though it is nothing indecent (your tunic still covers you and your trousers are laced tight around your hips), it feels like something intimate. it’s more than just metal that’s stripped from you, but all that you’ve been this far. your identity, laid out in pieces.

charlotte moves to your arms next, undoing the leather bindings that keep the vambraces in their place. when she pulls them off, her fingers trail over your bare forearms, feeling old scars, the raised ridges of past battles. they brush over your collar as well, where sweat dampens the fabric of your underclothes. then she shifts behind you again, her hands settling at your waist to pull on the straps that secure your faulds and tassets.

the princess is closer than she needs to be, her breath warm against your nape. “how strange it is,” she whispers as the last strap around your upper body falls loose and she drags her palms up your back. “i have seen you in armor for so long. it feels almost…improper to see you without it”

her touch trails all the way up, then pauses in one particular place. without turning to look, you know what has made her falter: the brand is small, just above the collar of your clothes; a faintly discolored mark that's been burned into your skin years ago. charlotte has seen it before, on the knights who stand guard outside her chambers, who kneel before her father. but this is different. this is you.

“this is the mark they gave you when you swore yourself to the crown,”

“yes,”

she lingers there, thumb brushing over it once. “it is cruel,” charlotte decides after a moment, “to mark a person like they would mark cattle.”

“it is an honor.”

“did it hurt?”

you glance over your shoulder. “yes,”

“i do not like the thought of you in pain,”

she continues her work as the words still sink in, kneeling before you to unfasten the greaves from your legs. the sight of her there, at your feet, sends yet another wave of heat through you, shameful in its intensity. it is not right; a princess should never kneel before her knight, and yet, charlotte does it anyway, not caring about the kingdom’s rules in the slightest.

by the time the last piece is gone, you feel lighter but exposed, and she sits back on her heels satisfied.

“there you are,” charlotte murmurs. her fingers remain curled around your wrist, thumb tracing slow circles over your pulse. there, beneath the thin skin, your heart pumps blood, an organ that's a servant to the crown, never meant for its daughter.

even through the linen of your tunic, you can feel the warmth of her. “you are trembling,” she observes as she steps closer.

it is impossible to be steady when the heir to the throne is looking at you like this, her gaze dipping, lingering on your mouth. charlotte is testing the boundaries she already knows you are powerless to uphold.

“it is cold”

“you're a terrible liar,” her hand drifts higher, ghosting along the side of your throat.

“we shouldn’t- this is foolish, we-“

the princess tilts her head, considering. “perhaps,” she does not step away.

one of you has to stop this madness. one of you has to be strong enough to remember what this means, what this will mean if you allow yourself to have this moment. but then lottie breathes your name and you shatter. her lips meet yours, and the world tilts.

she is soft, unbearably so, but there is nothing tentative about the way she kisses.

her hands thread into your hair and she pulls. it’s certainly not enough to hurt (somehow, you doubt charlotte is actually capable of that), but enough to leave you dizzy and make you gasp against her mouth.

the length of her tall body presses flush against yours, the warmth of her seeping through your tunic, branding you more thoroughly than any iron ever could.

charlotte’s mouth parts against yours, and your own hands, uncertain at first, find their place at her waist, where the fabric of her gown spills through your fingers. the other cradles the small of her back, feeling the faint shudder that runs through her as you pull her closer there.

you do not dare touch her where you want to, where you dream of, not yet, but charlotte makes up for what you lack in boldness; she presses forward, deepening the kiss, and grazes the hollow of your throat. no matter how featherlight, the touch sends a shudder through you nonetheless.

you gasp against her lips, and she breathes into you, as though she would gladly let you steal the air from her lungs if it meant keeping you close. there’s the taste of the princess on your tongue, sweet like the honeyed wine you have been allowed on very few occasions in the castle.

oh, how you are starving for it now.

you are betraying an oath by this, a vow sworn and sealed in the flesh at the back of your neck. whether charlotte cares or not, you don’t know, but if she does, she chooses defiance. just like she dismisses the suitors who come in secret. just like she turns her back on her father’s demands, she turns her back on this, too. you do not have the same luxury of recklessness. you are not a princess who can ignore the weight of expectation. you are a knight, bound to integrity and consequence. if anyone were to see you now, if the king were to find out-

a tug at your collar pulls you back to the present.

charlotte makes a sound of protest when you have to lean back, but her hands do not leave you; even when you part for breath, she doesn’t go far. her forehead rests against yours, lips still brushing with every tilt of her head, reluctant to lose even an inch of contact.

her gaze, once you finally dare to meet it, is half-lidded and utterly unchanged by what has just happened. against all odds, charlotte does not look regretful.

“this…this is forbidden,” you whisper. the reminder seems meaningless between you now that you’ve taken this irreversible step. if the law couldn’t keep you from one another, you doubt that anything else will.

“so is sneaking past the castle walls,” she laughs breathlessly. “and here we are,” her hands are still tangled in your hair, toying with their ends when she proceeds.

“tell me,” charlotte murmurs, nudging you with her nose with a soft chuckle. “will you call me your princess still?”

your hands tighten around her hip. “if you command it,”

“maybe i prefer you like this. unbound.”

you do not tell her that you are bound, now more than ever. that you would fall to your knees for charlotte if she asked. that you would break your oath, your honor, your very being for just another taste of her mouth.

— a/n: 2 very quick notes: 1. 🪼 anon, i’m so sorry it took me that long to finally finish this! the unedited version has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute. 2. my nymph!lottie piece was lowkey inspired by some of this, so if you notice any similarities in the writing, that’s why! :)

[davekat-sucks]

look, i’m sorry, but I just can’t get over this, in that screenshot you posted the hicu even called him the most self-adjusted in the cast, what the actual fuck. Faggot Vantas? Self-adjusted? How. If they are not making the same tired, rancid jokes about how ~HOT~ his mantits are now, they’re sucking on their own OOC shitty version of Karkat’s dick until it’s dry.

i’m beyond tired of this shitshow hyper-focusing every single update (whenever they actually happen once in a fucking blue moon because the pacing is that fucking horrible and slow) on dragging Jade and Rose, who used to be my favorite characters, through the mud and humiliating them just to prop up Karkat as their moral paragon mouthpiece on a soapbox screaming down at everyone else and calling them desperate whiny whores and wombs.

So, I’m going to do exactly what he does and go on a way too long rant against the nu-fandom and hicu’s golden boy, whom they love to project onto so much that they don’t even realize he’s the worst-written asshole in the entire comic. Or maybe they do, and that’s why Karkat is such a fucking imbecile now, because they relate to him and genuinely think he’s in the right.

Karkat ranting and telling Rose about how she supposedly wasted years doing nothing or that she was never good enough for Cucknaya, all while unironically shouting some cringy-ass “Troll Lives Matter” bullshit is RICH, considering he spent his entire life begging on his knees to be a Threshecutioner so he could personally execute the very trolls that eugenicist tyrant fish-fucking-Hitler deemed as “not good enough”. He literally said on text that he admired her leadership so much that he wanted to serve her, even knowing damn well that she would have culled him and everyone he cared about without a second thought if given the chance, and he was fine with that, just as long as he was an exception.

And look at him now, Meenah’s little glorified dildo, helping her commit genocide, pretending as if he cares about “his people”. As if he’s not just using the war as an excuse to kill people for a scrap of highblood validation (the Signless doing backflips in his grave) all while doing absolutely nothing of substance in the story except for whining about missing Dave.

The EXACT same fucking pattern as what happened to him in the retconned timeline after Game Over, where he was totally fine with letting Meenah lead the ghosts of all his dead friends to their death by Lord English, as long as he got to give a cringy speech (about Dave) and be "second in command", all so he could feel special. Because god forbid he be reminded that he’s just another one of those “unworthy, disgusting mutants” or that he’s a worthless leader who never had what it takes, or else he’ll just cry about it like a little bitch like he always does. His self-esteem and moral are that fucking nonexistent.

So NO, sit the fuck down Karkat, you traitorous Judas bitch with negative self awareness, who do you think you are to tell ANYONE that they were never good enough. You’re so fucking worthless that Terezi literally had John go back in time to tell her past self you weren’t shit *instead* of reviving the trolls that died because she didn’t want to date your sorry ass and regretted wasting so much time on you. And she chose to revive fucking Vriska of all people (the one bitch that ruined her life more than you did) just so she could forget about you and find someone else to take her for granted and treat her like shit.

But no, according to Karkat, Jade is the desperate bitchy one. And I’m quoting him in the new upd8 here, because this shit pissed me off with how hypocritical it is:

KARKAT: MAYBE THE REST OF YOU HAVE A LOT TO CATCH UP ON VIS A VIS JADE HARLEY'S DESPERATION SITUATION, BUT I LIVED IT. KARKAT: FOR YEARS! KARKAT: "OH POOR ME, EVERYTHING GETS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME, NOBODY EVER CONSIDERS MY FEELINGS." KARKAT: "NONE OF THE FRIENDS IN MY LIFE GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME DESPITE ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME WHENEVER I NEED TO BITCH AND MOAN."

They really wrote this about JADE, who was the one person that was genuinely ignored and lonely for YEARS and still was willing to always helping everyone she cared for with a smile and pushing down her feelings to do so ever since the comic started, and sacrificed her life to save John's dreamself. While Karkat was the desperate horny simp that got canonically horny over the idea of Jade making out with Jadesprite, who was crying after realizing she died, and only helped her because he wanted to make Terezi jealous and later on wanted Jade to like him so fucking badly because he had such a big fucking crush on her that he made something she said the password to his room. Fucking Cascade happened thanks to her going God tier, nobody would be alive without her.

I think the fact that the writers retconned and swapped Jade and Karkat’s characters and relationship so they could frame HER as the desperate horny mess that was thirsty for everyone, all so they can paint Dave and Karkat as victims and her a homewrecking sex pest forcing herself onto Karkat because they genuinely think that is treating her character as “good” or making her “complex and layered” really says a lot about them. Underage yaoi fangirls that write fanfics killing the female character that gets in between their ship wish they could get paid for doing the same shit.

So now Jade is the desperate whiny bitch for daring to imply that nobody gave a single iota of a fuck about her, as though this is incorrect, or she wasn’t completely abandoned, left to rot alone in that ship thinking John was dead for good, and Davesprite left her without telling her why. And that’s the thing, despite what Hussie and HICU try to do retconning Jade and calling her a whiny ungrateful bitch to make Dave & Karkat look good, she never once complained about growing up alone in the original comic. Never whined, never threw a fit, never made her loneliness growing up anyone else’s problem. Never once said anything about doing taxidermy with her grandfather's corpse at 5 years old, since we are turning gags into grounded narratives now.

Contrast that with fucking Act 6 DAVE, who made his daddy issues everyone else’s problem by being the excuse he gave to not want to kill Lord English, essentially choosing to let his friends die. Or fucking Act 6 and beyond Karkat, who, when not BITCHING AND MOANING about how Terezi chose Dave over him or how Dave “took” Terezi away from him (and rejected his stupid chart to share her), spent every single second of his screentime wallowing in self-pity over how everyone supposedly hated him for his blood color or that he was a bad leader, even though they weren’t in Alternia anymore and not a single person ever actually giving a fuck about that, not even ONCE. During his session he was ALWAYS supported even though he didn’t deserve it since he NEVER FUCKING THANKED ANYONE FOR *THEIR* SACRIFICES TO HIM.

And I point this out because they also had the gall to have Candy!Karkat call SOLLUX a lazy, uncaring asshole. One of the FEW people who actually DID SHIT for his team, programming the actual fucking game Karkat needed to even get in, managing the trolls’ computers and viewports so Karkat could chat with the humans and be able to confess his hatedom for John, and literally DYING TWICE to save Karkat’s pathetic ass.

Because, just like his nonexistant brain, this pedantic manlet’s backbone is so pathetically underdeveloped that the only thing it ever allowed him to do when it MATTERED was piss his diapers in fear of Gamzee, Vriska and Eridan (who, by the way, all got taken down in five seconds by fucking Cucknaya, the only person as much of a spineless enabling pansy as he is) while throwing the burden of confrontation onto his personal meatshield Equius getting both Nepeta and Tavros killed in the process, after crying like a little bitch that his other meatshield Sollux was knocked out by Eridan, because all Karkat did when Eridan knocked Sollux out and killed Feferi&Kanaya was stand there like a drooling retard with his mouth open in shock instead of cutting this shit out like the leader he claimed he was and later gave up being, so fucking VRISKA could take the mantle and order everyone around. The bitch that was the entire reason they got stuck in murderstuck, because she was the one that CREATED BEC NOIR and gave Jade narcolepsy, all so she could play hero.

Such a half-assed pathetic coward, so allergic to accountability and confrontation, that he couldn’t even own up to his feelings for Terezi without resorting to manipulative games. Couldn’t have the basic decency to give Nepeta a clear rejection despite hypocritically telling Eridan to treat her like a person. Couldn’t handle the humbling of John rejecting HIM and so instead went back in time to troll him backwards. Couldn’t confess to Jade either after only liking her when she insulted him back because he’s a raving masochist.

Terezi was getting isolated by Gamzee, Kanaya had to deal with Rose being an alcoholic, and Jade was isolated alone in the ship after thinking John had died. And did Karkat give any of a shit about that, or even try to go God Tier or try to find a way to revive his dead friends? Fuck no, for he was too busy spending the rest of his screentime fellating himself for years over his thousandth rewatch of The Notebook while his pookiebear deadbeat Dave passed out on that crusty-ass couch from sheer boredom in that stupid meteor after he dumped Terezi for daring to get trapped in an abusive relationship with Gamzee, because Karkat also COULDN’T do his *ONE* fucking duty of PACIFYING HIS OWN FUCKING MOIRAIL or at least LETTING KANAYA KILL HIM.

And somehow, ridiculously, out of nowhere, Hussie decided that the best way to "develop" this character was to have him latch onto Terezi’s sloppy seconds, since Dave looked and acted just enough like Sollux to make him horny. And with that, Hussie found a new target to paint Karkat as the victim and satisfy his disgusting fantasy of asinine romcom love triangles: Jade. A character Hussie clearly hated, stripping her of any dignity by giving her a dog dick, making her a terrible mother, complicit in cheating and naming her daughter fucking Yiffy, all just to further humiliate her.

And now the writers decide Karkat grows a spine? Now he suddenly has the nerve to hypocritically claim that Rose did nothing for years? Just to defend his pookie Dave, after he broke down sobbing at the sight of his dead carcass like a little bitch, right in front of his girlfriend? He insults those two, but not Meenah, Vriska's groomer, whose only personality trait now is thirsting after his tiny dick, consoling him every time he whines about Dave, get cheated on by Karkat with Davebot later, and apparently now having a plan to keep her boytoy alive longer since he's mortal? Exactly like HIC did with the fucking Psiioniic?

And on top of all that, they have Karkat have the audacity to insult Jade and call HER desperate and make Rose cry? AND MAKE JOHN CLAP AT HIM RIGHT AFTERWARDS FOR INSULTING HIS OLDEST FRIENDS AND SAY THAT NOW THINGS ARE BETTER THANKS TO KARKAT PUTTING THEM IN THEIR PLACE?

They always have to character assassinate SOMEONE to make Karkat look better. John so Karkat can be the leader figure, Jane so Karkat can become an ~oppressed minority~ again by making her become a trump allegory because the writers are THAT fucking crazy obsessed with politics, Roxy so she can be mocked as a "centrist" as if it's a derogatory slur for not wanting Karkat to murder Jane after she was already beheaded, Jake so they can go "see! karkat is not the ONLY one sexualized! we're not perverts, it's a PLOT thing uwu", Jade so someone gets in between Karkat and his true love Dave, Dirk so he can force davekat to happen because it really is THAT nonsensical and unplausible to happen naturally, Sollux so Karkat can whine and criticize him for not doing anything and mock for not getting laid, Meenah so she can constantly say how hot he is and how stupid Jade is for not wanting him, Rose so they can point out how Karkat is not the most morally reprehensible lazy piece of shit around, Kanaya so Karkat can be shown to care about ONE of his troll friends, and Dave who can validate everything Karkat is saying about how Jade is a fucking crazy whore because he also canonically has said that she was a whiny bitch that didn't have a life as hard as his, and that's why he and Karkat belong together. Because they both are lazy deadbeats that hate Jade and think she's a whiny bitch that didn't have as hard of a life as neither of them.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how HARD they try to hamfistedly shove in every sentence that Karkat is ~SOOOOO~ caring and thoughtful, how he is the glue that keeps them together or some shit, what was actually SHOWN of Karkat’s entire incomprehensible mess of a character has been about how he only cares about HIS wants and needs. HIS problems. HIS motivation. HIS pain. HIS insecurities. HIS Strider. Everyone else? Completely irrelevant, unless they align with his wants or make him feel good about himself.

Nothing Karkat did was selfless, it was always because he wanted to get something out of it. Otherwise why not revive his dead friends if he allegedly cared so much about them? Why not help Rose with her alcoholism in the meteor? Or visit John since he was lonely? Nothing to gain out of it, except being a good friend to him. But I guess since John didn’t want his dick, Karkat thought he could choke.

So here he is once again, Karkat horrendous ooc shitshow manipulating the narrative to make hismself the victim and Jade the horrendous villain, because the writers related a little bit too fucking much to him and Dave, as per usual.

And so, to me, this whole rant about Jade’s supposed "desperation" is really just Karkat (and the writers) projecting.

The ONE thing that was prevalent and has remained from Karkat’s shitty inconsistent mess of a character is that he was always a fucking disaster reeking of desperation: desperate for approval, for validation, for a relationship he can cling to.

Desperate enough to spend his entire existence crying about how he was the victim while completely ignoring the suffering of literally everyone else around him. Desperate enough to always play second fiddle to Vriska or Meenah leadership and doing shit in the story, when he was supposed to be a main character. And now, to top it all off, turns out this spineless loser faked having a yeast infection just to avoid fucking Jade, whom he previously LIKED, because he was too much of a coward to confront the nicest girl he ever knew, a character who was absolutely butchered in this dogshit sequel, all because he was THAT desperate for Dave’s cock to accept being in a throuple for an opportunity to get Jade’s sloppy seconds.

Instead of showing even one sliver of maturity or growth for what happened to his friends, he chose to use this as fuel for his never ending self-pity parties and forever stayed a whiny little bitch with zero dignity, with his character reduced to retarded teenage lovedrama until the very end and to this day. And even if Karkat DOES revive his friends later? Fuck you, too little too late.

And what is Meat!Karkat doing?

Sucking Dave's disck with gusto, not caring that Jade was possessed or that Kanaya was cucked or that John was killed.

So fucking nothing. The same shit he always has done.

Pathetic.

And this is why Clover <3 Candy!Karkat at Super weenie hut jr is better than davekat,

Because reminder that this hypocritical selfish, self-absorbed, resentful manchild's last and ONLY feat in the original comic right after the timeline got retconned thanks to him being so unlikable and incompetent, was him celebrating beating CLOVER.

Clover <3 Candy!Karkat at Super Weenie Hut Jr is better than Davekat. And everything you just typed. About Karkat, about this update, all of it...is just PERFECT!!!

[grim-reapers-wife]

(Bakugou x gender neutral reader)

Inspired by this quote:

Summary: You and Bakugou have been together since both of you can remember. It all started the day he asked demanded that y'all use the buddy system when y'all were six.

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Your POV.

"Suki, what did you get in your lunch?" I peak over his shoulder at the lunch table, trying to see in his Almight lunchbox.

"My dad made spicy curry." He said chewing his food. "S'really good." He looks over at mine and swallows his food. "Got anything you wanna trade?"

I smile and nod, grabbing my brown paper sack. "Yeah! I got an apple I'll spit with you, a green one!"

You and Katsuki were inseparable. Field trips, parks, play dates. You name it, you and Katsuki were together.

"Is Katsuki going on the trip?" Your mother asked while fixing your uniform for school. "Mhm! Me and him both wanna see a velociraptor fossil, it's our favorite!"

She smiled and listened all about the big field trip today. "Alright sweetie, have a good day." I wave to her while walking into the school house.

I take my seat next to Katsuki. "Hey Suki." I started calling him Suki as a shorter version of his name one day and it just stuck.

"Hey loser. You excited for the trip? It's gonna be amazing!" He smiles a big toothy grin. "Yeah! I'm super excited. We're gonna see so many fossils!"

The teacher stands up and gets the attention of the class. “Alright everybody. I know we’re all very excited for our class trip to the fossil exhibit but we need to go over the rules.”

She quickly writes something on the board. “Number one. We’ll be touring a public space, so let’s remember to use our inside voices.”

She writes something else on the board. “Number two. We won’t want to touch anything unless given specific instructions to do so. We don’t want to damage anything.

She writes the last thing in the board. “And number three. Pick a partner to use the buddy system with, if one of you is lost or hurt you have a buddy to get help. Go ahead and line up in two's with your partner.”

Katsuki grabs my cubby little hand in his and walks with me to the front of the class. “Hold my hand loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives. You’re gonna be my partner forever.”

I don’t say anything, I just smile and hold his hand. We’ll be best friends forever.

20 Years later.

“You are the most amazing person in my life and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” I finish up my vows.

He wipes the tears from my face and starts his vows.

"Baby, you have been in my life for two decades. I know we're young but you've always been there. I don't remember a time without you. You corrected me when I was a bully, pushed me to be my best in UA, let me confide in you when I was struggling. You've been a constant in my life since forever, and I'll never live long enough to love you properly. I want to thank you for everything you’ve done and that you do, I'll never love another how I love you. The day I knew I wanted you to be mine was when I was six and I chose to have you as my buddy for a field trip. Ever since then you've been the love of my life. Hold my fucking hand loser. We're using the buddy system for the rest of our lives."

He wipes his tears and smiles at me, squeezing my hand. I barely hear the officiant when I'm wrapped in the smell of Katsuki. He wraps his arms around me and dips me back, kissing me hard.

We pull away and I hear our friends and family cheering. I look at him and kiss him again by surprise.

It takes him a second but he kisses me again furiously. I pull away laughing and crying. We walk back down the aisle half way before he picks me up into his arms carrying me the rest of the way.

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Note: If you made it this far I hope you liked it! If not lmk what i can do better. Kind feedback is always appreciated! 🙂‍↕️ If you wanna see more Katsuki my requests are open just send something in! No matter how simple the request.

[ohdorothea]

more info on the tournament here <3 lyrics under the cut

illicit affairs lyrics

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies and it dies and it dies

...a million little times

Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked out just for him

So you leave no trace behind

Like you don't even exist

Take the words for what they are

A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked

The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

...a million little times

And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

...a million little times

betty lyrics

Betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom

But I think it's 'cause of me

Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house

It's like I couldn't breathe

You heard the rumors from Inez

You can't believe a word she says

Most times, but this time it was true

The worst thing that I ever did

Was what I did to you

But if I just showed up at your party

Would you have me?

Would you want me?

Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Or lead me to the garden?

In the garden would you trust me

If I told you it was just a summer thing?

I'm only seventeen

I don't know anything but I know I miss you

Betty, I know where it all went wrong

Your favorite song was playing from the far side of the gym

I was nowhere to be found, I hate the crowds, you know that

Plus, I saw you dance with him

You heard the rumors from Inez

You can't believe a word she says

Most times, but this time it was true

The worst thing that I ever did

Was what I did to you

But if I just showed up at your party

Would you have me?

Would you want me?

Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Or lead me to the garden?

In the garden would you trust me

If I told you it was just a summer thing?

I'm only seventeen

I don't know anything but I know I miss you

I was walking home on broken cobblestones

Just thinking of you when she pulled up

Like a figment of my worst intentions

She said "James, get in, let's drive"

Those days turned into nights

Slept next to her but

I dreamt of you all summer long

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep

And I planned it out for weeks now but, it's finally sinking in

Betty, right now is the last time

I can dream about what happens when you see my face again

The only thing I wanna do

Is make it up to you

So, I showed up at your party

Yeah, I showed up at your party

Yeah, I showed up at your party

Will you have me?

Will you love me?

Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?

If you kiss me

Will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings?

I'm only seventeen

I don't know anything

But I know I miss you

Standing in your cardigan

Kissing in my car again

Stopped at a streetlight, you know I miss you

[g0dspeeed]

Her Favorite Prize

Cappie De La Costa x Eli Palmer

Eli Palmer loses another wager to his girlfriend. Her go-to prize continues to surprise him.

Eli Palmer didn't understand her most of the time, which was most of the fun, he had to admit.

Cappie was unlike any woman he had ever met, including his ex-wife, who was described by many in Hope County as mild mannered, kind, and quiet. Cappie was outspoken, confident, and vibrant. Her sarcasm could be scathing, her wrath hotter than Hell. She was scared of the dark, of the woods, of ghosts. Cappie treasured both the strange and mundane with equal fervor. She was stubborn and passionate to a fault. She was curious and flirty, and aimed to make Eli blush any chance she had since the day they met, and if there was a bet to be made, boy, did Cappie find it.

Eli sighed as his girlfriend fired the final round from the pistol. Several yards away, the beer bottle shattered into tiny pieces, sealing his fate. Like she swore she would, Cappie won their little competition.

"Ha!" exclaimed Cappie. "Suck a dick, boy scout, I told you I'd win!"

The pistol was left on the table like he had taught her, and with the brightest smile Cappie jogged back to where Eli stood, his hand already fishing out his wallet from his jeans.

"Never said you couldn't," tried Eli.

"Yeah, yeah, so humble, Elijah. Funny how losing does that to ya. Now, gimme gimme..."

Her fingers wiggled to accept her prize, the piece of plastic surrendered with a smirk on his lips.

"Don't get why you like lookin' at it so much," drawled Eli. "It's just an old picture--"

Her scoff humored him further.

"Just a picture, my ass."

Cappie cradled his driver's license in her hands, her hazel eyes scrutinizing the small photo with a mix of awe and admiration. The apples of his cheeks burned upon seeing those full lips of hers quirk a smile.

"My favorite prize," she went on. "Handsome motherfucker, Elijah."

"Am I not handsome now?"

Eli swallowed when those hazel eyes flickered up to behold him. His beard was full and unkempt. His dark hair was damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, less knotted, but still not his most tended feature. Time and grief had changed him over the years, the man before her in the woods a stranger to the one printed on the license. He knew it, and his roughened look never bothered him until he met Cappie, until he wondered how someone received him. Even so, Eli didn't change much about how he looked, other than bathing more and wearing a body spray Cappie called "sexy" once in the store.

The way Cappie gazed at him in the woods that afternoon, it was warm and full of something akin to love. At least, he hoped, for any time he criticized his appearance, lamented his past, Eli was met with nothing but desire from the wildest woman in all of Hope County.

"Kiss me," Cappie told him in a soft purr. "Kiss me, Elijah Jay Palmer, and see what I think."

This was a fun challenge! I imagine this picture of Eli Palmer was taken pre-divorce and before the loss of his child, maybe when he was released from his time in the Army?

I reworked a picture of my OC River Palmer, tweaking it to reflect what traits River maybe got from his old man. I'd like to think that Eli is quite the looker under the beard and greasy hair 💕

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[sylusbelovedart]

Fallen Angel/Demon Sylus Theory

Upon searching material for my fic, I came across new hints related to Sylus. I already shared them on Twitter but I wanted to make a long post here so it's easier for me to refer (will post on materlist).

1. Sylus apparence/how he is perceived by others

Lucifer/Satan is often misrepresented as this hideous looking beast with horns and a tail, whereas it has been said multiple times in the Bible that Lucifer (before becoming a fallen angel) was the most beautiful angel (his beauty is often underline in the Bible) and above many. He was a guardian cherub that had the ability to enter Eden (besides, Adam and Eve, no mention of someone else entering the Garden apart from those three). He was a leader and God’s favorite, until he rebelled against him and was chased from heaven.

(Which makes me think about Sylus’s relationship with Ever. Was he some kind of guardian or mentor for the children there ? Maybe he was one of the oldest who has been taken by them.)

But for some reasons, after becoming Satan, this aspect of him completely "disappeared". People kept making false sketches of him (what people did to Sylus too) and painted him only as a hideous beast, when he is first and foremost one of the most beautiful being ever created by God. And this is mostly because humans decided that what was ugly was bad and couldn't possibly be pretty and good (cf pretty privilege).

In Sylus' Myth, MC does point out that how people perceive, describe and present Sylus is not at-all what she sees, telling him he is much more handsome.

Source is from @/Lavender on Youtube since I don't have Sylus's Myth. Check out her channel !!

And because of Sylus’ misrepresentation through centuries, and even though he has a pure heart and soul, no one can really see him for who he is, because he was already pointed and painted as a bad guy and a beast.

No matter how Sylus might look (that man being handsome as fuck) and how gentle and protective he actually is, he will still be perceived as this big, bad beast, no matter how loving and pure his heart might be. Because humans consider that, what is unsightly and cursed can’t be beautiful and pure.

2. The dragon

Lucifer/Satan was descripted as a dragon multiple times in the Bible. At first, when Lucifer entered the garden of Eden to deceive Eve, he was often described as a "snake". But after God found out Adam et Eve’s sin, God cursed the snake to "crawl" which could possibly mean he used to walk (and some say he could even fly from earth to Heaven and into the Garden).

Far later in the Bible (at the end of it basically), it talks about Satan’s first fall refering to him as a dragon (which is also described as the "ancient serpent").

3. The meaning of the eyes

(To me, this is one of the predominant features in Sylus's character)

When Lucifer manipulated Eve into sin, he told her that eating the forbidden fruit would "open her eyes" and help her know what’s good and bad (and to understand and stand by his side Sylus, you have to step beyond what he calls "light" and "shadow").

The "third eye" is also linked to s@t@nic representation (similar to the eye of Aether). Sylus's power is lodged in his eyes and enables him to be see people desires and aren't the eyes "the window of the soul" ? It's one of the rawest and accurate way to know and understand someone. Perceiving peoples desires could really helps someone "know it all" (also the other terms used to call the "third eye") and could also explains how and why Sylus seems to know SO much.

In Sylus’s Myth, on our first encounter he talks about our eyes and what he likes in them : he sees hatred (the first act of hatred was commited by Caleb against his brother Abel), defiance (Eve and Adam defied God by going against his words and associate with the "snake") and greed (often linked with desire, which Eve first thought when she saw the apple)

4. The Dragon's Bind

Sylus was binded for 1677 and I always asked myself why such a specific number and what does it mean ? And it makes so confused because I can't find what this exact number might mean ? So I tried to divide the number and only found something consistent for the 1000 year (I have found other things for the 677 but I am not satisfied).

1000 years

In the Bible, Lucifer/Satan was thrown into the Abyss, bound once for 1000 years then realeased for a final battle and defeated again. Sylus was sealed into the Abyss, bound then released and defeated.

Source is from @/Lavender on Youtube since I don't have Sylus's Myth. Check out her channel !!

Then Lucifer/Satan would be "thrown into the lake of burning sulfur" as punishment. Sulfur is found in volcanic terrains where there’s heat and fire.

Does that ring a bell ?

Philos's state when Sylus went "mad".

Maybe it’s what should have waited Sylus if MC didn’t kill him. The world would have turned into his own punishment to make him remember what he has once done and what he has become. But by killing him and later cursing him, MC saved him from eternal death (living on a scarred earth where she would no longer live) and gave him eternal life (being able to reincarnate or meeting again in another life). Which makes it all the more painful and heartbreakingly beautiful when he kissed her forehead and trusted his soul to her.

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P.s : Thank you for reading this far. I don't think this is finished and I still need to do some research but I have enough material to continue writing. So I might add a few things here and there but yeah... That's mostly what I wanted to say about Sylus. I hope I fed into your fallen angel Sylus as much as I fed myself !!

[sirsealery]

finished sotr a couple hours ago .. lots of things to say but unfortunately unable to articulate. am digesting everything i essentially just speedread (i started like .. what was it it was saturday night LMAO im gonna have to reread it before actually saying anything) umm im so grateful that pdf is a thing otherwise i wouldve been waiting till literally like .... april ...... goodness gracious

anyways i just wanna yap a bit abt the bingo card i made (it sucks but idc its silly i had fun) SOTR SPOILERS !!!!!!!

pleaseee tell me if i missed anything

okay so to yap a bit. i fr thought we were gonna get a glimpse of maude ivory but finding out she died makes a lot of sense?? somehow?? feels kinda like the singer girls of the covey are truly gone until katniss comes around. and i cant stop thinking about how lucy gray, maude ivory and lenore dove all have gray colors ?? smth to think about considering the covey love color sm. there has to be smth more to it but im so fried

idk why i even put "capitol propaganda against haymitch" considering its legitimately the most redundant shit ever ... suzanne literally said the book was abt propaganda 😭😭 ignore my dumbass pls

was super surprised to see effie even though i was hoping for it? i love effie but her in this book had me kind of like "hm." like i liked it?? i LOVED her coming in to cover for proserpina but she seems so different in this book you know ?? and i really thought she was same age/younger than haymitch kinda funny to see her as older

wanna talk about the d4 kid called fucking URCHIN suzanne i love you but WHY .... isnt it suffering enough to be in the games why would you do this to him. and SPEAKING of stupid ass names .. merrilee. merrilee??? absolutely jawdropping how ironic and funny as fuck that name is every time i think of that poor girl i cant help but laugh

on the topic of, im very upset that i never got to know whether sid was short for smth ... haymitch and sid. SID.

i was jumpscared by the ai reference i thought that was a nice little bit .. a bit disappointed i didnt see anything that stood out to me as specifically talking about palestine though? maybe im stupid and missed it or the book was already essentially done by the time the conflict started but ... yeah. was a bit surprised by that because i really thought that suzanne's "i will only write when i have something to say" would be about palestine .. im not the smartest sue me

lovedddd all of the music in this book. i feel like the prequel books have really laid it on thick how important music is to .. everything and i love that so much as an (amateur) (yes ive been doing it my whole life yes i suck ass) musician and longtime sound enjoyer .. i love "the old therebefore" so so much its prolly one of my favorite hunger games songs and im super happy we got it here even if it was a sad scene

need someone smarter than me to think about the scene where haymitch and maysilee are sitting in the katniss plant and saying smth like "one of us has to win" or smth along those lines idk because the presence of katniss there CANNOT be random or for no reason ... it cant just be a mention for the sake of mentioning it it HAS to be important ...........

very sad we didnt get lesbian/sapphic maysilee. very sad day for us all. rest in peace maysilee donner you wouldve loved chappell roan and regina george. very happy we got a confirmed queer character in this series though (shoutout clerk carmine)

it has to be some kind of vile little thing that lenore dove died to a donner candy .... someone please it HAS TO BE

ok bye

[leche-flandom]

on busy days, drawing on these little post-its for my kid is my only chance for a creative outlet lol

Yesterday's lunchbox doodle:

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[dykedvonte]

One of my mutuals opinions is the "bro code" thing, that Curly is one of those guys who wouldn't care about the victim because the perpetrator is his friend and I'm really banging my head on the wall like that other anon. I've only played through the game once but Curly's behaviour/reactions etc read completely different from the "bro code" thing and I have to wonder if my mutual and I even played the same game.. like the constant digs at him from Jimmy, his body language in his face reveal and so on like you mentioned in your post. While this game is a little different obviously, it kind of reminded of a point in Alice Madness Returns that makes it very clear that Alice's pain blinded her to the abuse of the other children and her failure to act earlier because of it. Curly is guilty of a similar inaction but it doesn't change the fact he was a victim of Jimmy too. I don't think I can look at it any other way because both of these games have really stuck with me.

I genuinely think it really is the idea that people want a simple easy to blame problem and the idea that the only relatable victims of abuse are those that "surpass" it or do a lot to help others. When it comes to victims, especially those that don't fit the typical demographics, who either accidently perpetuate it, enable it or aren't ideal in some way shape or form, people jump to ignore what they went through as it's easier than dealing with those conflicting sentiments.

The bro-code conversation in Mouthwashing stems from a concept I generally dislike that there had to be something about Curly that made him meet or keep being friends with someone like Jimmy. I think people genuinely underestimate how many like decent and good people just know an asshole or are friends with someone who is really bad outside of their view/established dynamics. The game makes it clear none of the inaction against Jimmy is because of a lack of care, it is a lack of understanding from the privaleged postions they have as men to not have to worry about what Anya does/went through and the type of extremes men like Jimmy will go through to cover it up. They are all too preoccupied in their own strifes.

Another thing I see being oversaturated the idea that you have to be a freak, misanthrope or have a disorder to do the thing Jimmy does. The game is an escalation, it's a spiral that I don't see people comment on that Jimmy was not likely having the mood swings and episodes of rage/frustration we were seeing in the game. This is after they all start experiencing the worst moments in their lives that he got THAT openly bad. Of course, this is just my interpretation but much like in real life, people that go to extremes like that usually live mundane lives. It's a pressure cooker affect to where the stress made them pop. It's self inflicted but still the case.

I really think people need to be more willing to acknowledge that not everything needs to be an extreme or in black and white or easy to understand. It doesn't need to be happy or have an answer or solution, especially in the cases where the abused sadly helps perpetuate what they experience. It's not he should've known better from experience or shouldn't he have known what could've happened because victims tend to not like to think in matters of the worst. Not to mention, especially in cases of abuse where it feels so personally directed that you don't expect to happen to someone else.

[morrigan-sims]

Fashion Fit for an Empress

I saw the 5th dress in my game while trying to dress another sim and immediately dropped everything to put it on her. And then things spiraled a little bit, and she ended up with 12 new outfits.