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tpwk-formula1 · 3 months ago

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OK, BIG order here! Lando Norris (frat Lando if you're up for it), gluten-free, red sauce, artichokes, cilantro, sausage, sweet tea, lemonade (reader giving), pink lemonade, and no aftercare. In my mind, this is a college scenario and y/n absolutely can't stand Lando, cuz he's a cocky player who gets all the girls, but he somehow wins her over, and when he gets her, he absolutely dominates and humiliates her. Sorry, I just want to think about Lando completely owning me and being so arrogant about it lol

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

Gluten free Enemies to lovers red sauce rough sex artichokes "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut" cilanto "stop crying and fucking take it" sausage "better not waste a drop" sweet tea dumbification lemonade body worship (reading giving) pink lemonade degrading kink

TW - MEAN Lando, degrading (like a lot), slight mention of dumbification, rough sex, face fucking, multi orgasms, cum swallow, spitting into mouth (once at very end), NOT PROOF READ

WC 2600+

AN - Okay so I am writing this more in USA ideas of fraternity and sorority as that is all I know about.

Y/N POV

"Literally go away Lando," I rolled my eyes at the boy in front of me. Lando and I had met on our first day of freshman year where he proudly told me he had never been told no by a girl before. From that moment on I hated him. I always seemed to find him on campus with his tongue down another girl's throat. It has never been the same girl more than once or twice really playing into his Playboy persona. Now in our senior year of university, he was still trying to get with me.

"Y/N just give me a chance. I'll have you cumming on my cock within minutes," Lando replied back still following me through the sorority house that he happily invited himself into. No one bat an eye as he was the president of our "brother" fraternity and being the president of the sorority it wasn't all that weird to see us talking.

"Lando, I have no issues cumming with literally anyone else," I reply back before walking into my room hoping to close the door in his face. I could hear Lando scuff softly at the lie I had just told. Lando had other plans because instead of staying on the other side of the door like I had hoped, he was pushing his way into my room before closing the door and locking it with a soft click.

"Get out," I tell him trying to make my way to the door to unlock it and open it but he quickly moves in front of me blocking the door before he roughly grabs my hips and turns me around so my back is pressed against the door and we where now facing each other face to face.

"Lando, please stop," I whisper not trusting my voice to stay stable if I talk any louder.

"Y/N come on. We have been going at each other's throats for years. Just one night. Let me destroy every wall you have built between us for the past four years in one night. Let me fuck you, please," Lando replied back not making any movement just staring into my eyes waiting for an answer.

"Why?" I ask with a raised brow. I had thought after our freshman year Lando would drop the idea of getting into my pants but as the years went on and the rejection kept coming for Lando it only made him more persistent. I won't lie and say I haven't been curious. I had heard the whispers of how big his dick was, how good he fucked, and the biggest rumor of all how deliciously mean he was.

"Y/N be real with me. You're the president of the top soroity on campus, your father is the dean of the school, and you're still the only girl to reject me. You're the girl every single guy on campus wants. You have won every battle between us but today, I need to finish this war. I need you to let me fuck you," Lando replied back essentially begging to let him in. I knew if right here and right now I told Lando no he would walk out and go back to his house but the part of me that has been getting weaker recently wants him to stay and wants to put the rumors to rest.

"One night? That's all this is," I reply back and the second the words leave my mouth Lando is on me like prey.

His hand was instantly tangled into my hair and pulling me in for a heated and rough kiss. Teeth clattering against each other and tongues fighting for dominance. It was rough and messy but god did it make my knees grow weak with need.

I think Lando and I both knew one day it would come to this. I would finally break and let him ravish my body like it had been his for the taking all along, and truthfully I think it has been his all along.

"Get on you fucking knees now," Lando pulled back saying while pushing my head down. I instantly drop to my knees looking up at Lando almost waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

"I hear some of the brothers talk about how good you are with your mouth. It's like you intentionally let them fuck you so they can talk about it letting me know all about the things I've been missing out on for the past four years. So don't be fucking dense with me, out that mouth of your to use," Lando snapped at me when I didn't do anything. I was instantly clawing at the fly of his jeans trying to get it zipped as quick as possible not wanting to piss him off more than I had previously.

When his pants were unbuttoned and zipped down I softly tugged them down his legs where Lando finally helped by kicking them off the rest of the way discarding them somewhere across my room.

"It's big," I whisper while keeping my eyes trained on the hard bulge under his briefs. While I still can't fully see just how big he is I can tell he's fucking massive he is because the tight white briefs leave far too little to the imagination.

"I'm sorry what was that? I need you to speak up a bit more," Lando says with a smirk written all over his face. It was clear he had heard me but enjoyed the praise far too much.

"I said it's smaller than I expected," I replied back with false confidence. Something in Lando snapped in that moment because one second I was on my knees getting ready to suck Lando off and the next I was being dragged by my hair towards my bed where he roughly through me onto it before positioning me so my head was hanging off the side of the bed upside down.

I was dizzy from how quickly the mood had shifted from two rivals arguing and bickering to me being upside down waiting to get my face fucked by said rival.

Lando made quick work of pulling his briefs down before he roughly shoved his massive cock into my mouth. Lando gave me hardly any time to adjust to his length that was filling my throat leaving me a gagging mess under him.

When Lando starts thrusting into my mouth I can feel his balls starting to slap my nose making this moment all that more embasrrassing. How I had ended up with Lando fucking Norris's cock shoved down my throat and his balls hitting my face will always amaze me.

Suddenly I feel Lando lean down slightly making the angle all the more rough before he was tugging at my tight tank top pulling it up to expose my lacey bra too him. I could feel his big hands gripping and pulling at my tits all the while still fucking my face in such a brutal pace I could barely breath.

While one final rough thrust down my throat he holds himself there for a few seconds cutting off my airflow completely before he roughly pulls out and steps back to see me slightly rolling to my side gasping for air and coughing from the brutal attack.

"God, you're such a fucking whore. Took that so well," Lando says with a smirk before shoving two fingers down my throat to watch me gag again. I can feel Lando whiggle his fingers around slightly making me gag more before he rough pulls them out to watch me struggle for fresh air again.

"You know, I'm happy to know that your mouth isn't just good for talking," Lando says before roughly taking a handful of my hair and turning me around slightly so my head was no longer dangling off the bed but rather my legs where dangling.

I was still fully dressed but that didn't last long as Lando completely pulled my shorts and thong down in one go before pulling off my tank top so roughly he ripped it slightly. I feel Lando reach under me before unclipping my bra and roughly pulling it off my body. I had gone from completely clothed to naked as the day I was born within 30 seconds or so.

I watched as Lando fulled his shirt off leaving me to gawk as the tanned 6 pack he was sporting. While I had spent my years trying to avoid him I still had eyes and could see how hot he was.

"See something you like," Lando asks with a smirk making me wanna roll my eyes but I reframe not wanting to piss him off.

"Ya," I just whisper back too embarrassed to admit the thoughts I was thinking. Cursing myself for making him wait all these years when I could've had him all along.

"God, you're a fucking whore. I haven't even touched you are you're already starting to soak your sheets," Lando announced making me trail my trail my eyes down where I can't see much but I could tell how soaked I was just by the way my pussy lips where coated.

"Lando fucking do something," I snap not having the patience to be stared at like I was some kind of artifact on display.

"Hm, I wanna hear why you want it so bad all the sudden. For years you were adiment I would never bed you but here you are begging for it," Lando replied while slowly running his fingers up my thighs and stomach where he landed on my left nipple which he took between his fingers and gave it a tug making me moan at the pleasurable pain.

"Lando, please I just need you to fuck me," I reply with a face still covered in tears and spit and I hadn't had a chance to wipe it off.

"You beg like a proper slut you know, but I still wanna know why," Lando replies still teasing my nipples having moved his attention to my right one now.

"Fuck you, you're fucking hot. You're one of the hottest guys here, I want you to fuck me and ruin me for anyone else," I finally submit to Lando being too weak to continue to try and fight.

"Oh, so all along you've been wanting it. God, you really are a slut," Lando mutters before finally slipping into my tight pussy with so much for I'm left gasping for air.

"God you're so fucking tight. Tighter than I would've thought given everything I've hear," Lando groans once he had filled me completely. He gives me just a few seconds to gather myself before he start thrusting his hips.

"Oh fuck, Lando," I whine and moan out not really sure how to act. I had been fucked before but I have never quite been fucked like this.

I can feel Lando's pace picking up in speed and roughness leaving me gasping for air. He was getting to a point where he was being so rough it was making tears well up in my eyes.

"Stop crying and fucking take it" Lando groans when he sees the tears starting too form.

"Too much," I gasp before digging my nails into Lando's chest making him hiss in slight pain.

"It's not too much, you can fucking handle it. I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock wanting more," Lando says while delivering slow yet painfully pleasurable thursts hitting my G-spot each time.

"Lando I'm close," I whisper knowing if I talked any loud I would stutter given how much pleasure was coursing through my body.

"Do what all good sluts are for and cum," Lando says while picking up his pace sending me into a blissful land where all I can think about in the orgasm that is leaving me shaking on Lando's cock,.

"Oh, fuck," I whine starting to come down from my orgasm but not fully being able to as Lando is still sending brutal thrusts keeping me overstimulated yet still edging towards another orgasm.

"God, you just fucking came and you're already clenching for another," Lando teases out clearly being able to read my body far better than he should be able to.

"Fu-ck n-o Lan," I'm whining and trying to get away but not being able to form full sentences as the pleasure is mounting far too quick.

"Awe did I turn you into a dumb whore norm," Lando says with a smirk before sending down a rough slap right on my clit throwing me straight into another orgasm. I just scream, thankful that none of the other girls were home.

"No," I whisper coming down from my orgasm while Lando is slowing his thrust slightly.

"can't" I whine.

"Speak up and use your fucking words," Lando says clearly getting fed up with the dumb slut under him.

"I can't cum again," I finally force out a sentence once I've come down from the orgasm mostly.

Lando pulls his cock out without saying anything. He leans over placing a soft kiss on my lips throwing me off slightly before he's roughly gripping onto my hair and hauling me off the bed and back onto my knees.

"You know what to do," Is all Lando tells me while he watches me slowly grip onto his dick which is absolutely soaked in my pussy juices before bringing my mouth to his cock.

"Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut," Lando says while I start bobbing my head on his dick making sure to take him as deep as I can without gagging too much.

Lando grips the back of my head before he starts to face fuck me. I can feel the tears streaking my face, my spit rolling down my chin and all I can hear is the sound of my gagging and Lando's groaning ringing out through the room and if I'm being honest, I have never been more turned on in my life.

Lando finally releases the grip he has on the back of my head letting me do all the work now. I was thankful as it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe.

I pull my mouth off of Lando's cock making sure to keep jerking him off, while looking up at him. He was already staring down at me watching me like a hawk.

"Thank you, Lando," I whisper softly.

"For what," Lando groans clearly getting close to blowing his load so I slow it down slightly wanting him to cum in my mouth.

"Fucking me so good," I whisper while trailing kisses around the lower part of his toned abs and into his trimmed pubes before taking Lando back into my mouth and bobbing my head so rough that I am consistently hitting my gag reflex.

I feel Lando starting to tense letting me know he was close before he gave one final rough thrust into my mouth and held my head there before unleashing his massive load into my mouth and right down my throat.

"Better not waste a drop" Lando groans when he pulls out of my mouth watching me as I swallow his cum. When I'm done swallowing I open my mouth and stick out my tongue showing him I had swallowed it all. Lando just leans down slightly before spitting right into my mouth and walking away to find his clothes.

Once Lando was fully dressed I was already comfortably in bed too exhausted to do anything but melt into my pillow.

"We will do this again," Lando says matter a factly before placing a kiss on my forehead and then lips and walking out of my room presumably to go back to his house.

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badkitty3000 · 10 months ago

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I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests but please read my rules first. I may not be able to accommodate all requests, however. Thank you for understanding! ❤️

The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):

Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older

Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes

No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok

No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere

I will not be writing any Five/Lila ships, sorry!

*Updated December 2024*

POSTED ON TUMBLR:

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22.5k, multi-chapter, cross-posted on AO3

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, rough/angry sex, but also sweet sex, little bit of Daddy kink, corny sexual innuendos

Coming Down Your Chimney

Five x Female Reader, 6.5k words, One-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five are trying to start a family. He dresses in a Santa suit for Diego and Lila's kids. You fuck him in the suit.

Warnings: Smut, mild breeding kink, Santa kink?

Powerless

Five x Female Reader, 9.5k words, One-shot, reader request

Summary: You have had your eye on Five since he first started at the university. Eventually you build up a friendship, but even though you pick up a few hints that maybe he wants something more, you just can't bring yourself to act on it. Luckily, Five has more than enough confidence for the both of you.

Warnings: Smut, dominant Five, explicit sex

La classe d'arte: The Art Class

POV Five x Female OC, 11.4k words, one-shot

Summary: When Five accidentally stumbles into an art class with an attractive nude model, things take a turn from awkward embarrassment to hot and steamy when she asks him out on a date. Five may be inexperienced at times, but he knows how to deliver when it counts, and this is no exception. Unlocking a certain linguistic kink gives Five the ego boost he needs to rock her world like the man in charge he always is

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut

You Can't Go Home Again: Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3 and 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Five-centric Season 3 Rewrite, Multi-chapter, Finished, 29k words

Summary: All Five wants to do is rest. But when yet another apocalypse threatens to doom them all, he doesn't have that luxury. This time, the only solution for the Hargreeves to try and save the world is to unite Five with another, alternate version of himself.

Five starts to spiral when he is faced with the alternate life that he could have had, if only he hadn't gone and ruined everything. But maybe, just maybe, there's still time for him to obtain the happy ending he deserves.

Warnings: None

Forced Confinement: Friends To Enemies To Lovers

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 5.7k words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five used to be friends. That is, until he got you stuck in the endless cycle of time traveling trains and no way home. Now he is the last person you want to be stuck with at the end of the world. But, after months of resentment and bickering, you and Five finally work out your differences

Warnings: Smut, sex, masturbation

One Fateful Day

Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5,000 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five finds friendship and a blossoming romance where he least expected it

Warnings: None

One Fateful Day - Part 2

Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5.8k words, one-shot, sequel

Summary: A year after your fateful meeting at the park, Five is now a huge part of you and your daughter's life

Warnings: Smut

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

World's Collide

Multiple Fives x Multiple Female OCs/Readers, 6,976 words, one-shot, co-authored with @kaybreezy3000

Summary: A steaming hot and humorous deli Five story, and An Ode To All The Fives We’ve Loved Before.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex

You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird

A platonic!Five x Lila sort of fix it for season four, 2607 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five comforts Lila with a mixture of his usual snark, sweetness, and honesty when she has a major breakdown after being away from her family for so long. NO smut! NO romance! Purely friendship. I do not ship these two!

Warnings: None

Five's Audition Tape

Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot

Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.

Warnings: Smut, closet sex

A Company Man

Five, The Handler, 2,415 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: A short one-shot about Five and The Handler when he first got to the commission and how she is the master of manipulation and messing with his mind.

Warnings: None

Breaking The Rules

Five x Plus Size Reader, 8,159 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five work at the Commission and you're shocked to learn that maybe he doesn't always have a thing for thin girls. He likes you just the way you are.

Warnings: Smut, slight Daddy kink

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Unnamed Female Character, Five x Dolores, 6,078 words, one-shot, reader request (but also already on AO3 with a couple small changes)

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

Warnings: Smut, Doll fetishization, Five is not in a good place mentally

Tamed

Five x Unnamed Female Character, 8,141 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: Five is living his retirement dream, but he's still in his 20-year old body, and he's bored with his unexciting life. All that changes after a chance meeting with an "older" woman that thinks she's going to teach him a few things in the bedroom. But she soon realizes that he already knows what he's doing. And just like everything else Number Five does, he does it very very well.

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Physical age difference (older woman, younger man), everyone is an adult

Coercion

Five x Female Reader, 5,202 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: You and Five are working as trained assassins and you're not exactly happy with him

Warnings: Smut, Sub Five, oral sex, light bondage, light dom/sub

Daddy's Home

Five x Female Reader, 3,273 words, one-shot

Summary: Taken from a longer fic of mine and turned into a reader-insert. Five wants you naked and waiting for him when he gets home.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

The Contest

Five x Female OC, 5,751 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five and Vivian find themselves under the influence of an aphrodisiac. So, naturally, they turn it into a sexy competition.

Warnings: Explicit sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

Your Touch

Five x Female OC, 3318 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Cute, fluffy drabbles of Five and his wife and their everyday life of being madly in love. No smut!

Warnings: Swearing

Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Just a list of random smutty headcanons that I have for Five

Warnings: smut

In Sickness And In Health

Five x Female OC, 4437 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Thank you for the request!! Here's a funny/sweet/smutty one-shot of Five taking care of his sick wife like the sexy softy he is. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: explicit sex, Daddy kink

No Escape

Five x Female OC, 8045 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five is forced into assassin mode when Vivian is put in danger by another Commission agent. He must not be very smart, though, because no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on Five's girl.

Warnings: blood, violence, smut at the end but can be skipped and won't affect the story

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Five x Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7192 words, one-shot

Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.

Warnings: M/M/F, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee -Chapters 1-6

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee-Chapters 7-9

Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, 50,497 words, 9 chapters

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Physical Fitness

Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot

Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Lewd Public Acts

Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot

Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Warnings: Explicit sex

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Warnings: Sex, little bit of blood kink

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Warnings: Sex

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Warnings: Explicit sex, praise kink, rough sex, Five is physically 17, reader is 30

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3, 4, 5

All Of My Works On AO3

Halo (Series)

Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.

All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.

Halo

First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters

Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.

Hole In My Soul

Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?

Just Like Heaven

Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Promise To Kill

Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters

Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.

Our Forever

Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.

Five/Vivian One-Shot Series

Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.

All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut (except for one - rated G)

Damaged 3,210 words

Extra Credit 6,436 words

Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words

The New Neighbor 7,136 words

Sharp Dressed Man 5,514 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Coming And Going 5,491 words

Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words

You Are My Constant 19,757 words

Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development

Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (posted on Tumblr)

When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In 8,730 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Take Me To Church 6,465 words

No Escape 8,045 words (posted on Tumblr)

Your Touch 3,361 words (posted on Tumblr) RATED G

Five's Audition Tape 4,179 words (posted on Tumblr)

Works separate from my series:

The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves

Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.

Rated E for explicit sex

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot

Rated M for smut/sex

The Assassin's Date

Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters

Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.

Rated E for explicit sex

All Apologies

Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters

Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.

Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

The Text Mess

Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy

Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...

Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)

Full Circle

Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters

Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.

Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Rated M for smut/sex

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.901 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Rated E for explicit sex

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.917 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Rated M for smut/sex

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 50,4979 words, 9 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7,204 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

Tamed

Five x Female OC (unnamed), basically a reader-insert, 8,183 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird

Five Hargreeves & Lila Pitts (platonic), 2,632 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Summary: It's been almost seven years since Five and Lila have been stuck in the subway. When Lila has a sudden realization of how much time has passed away from her family, she suffers a major breakdown. Five comforts her in the only way he knows how: a mixture of sweetness, honesty, and his usual snark and attitude.

Five and Lila will always be the greatest of frenemies and nothing more. You cannot convince me otherwise!

Warnings: None! Zero! No Smut Or Romance!

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a-court-of-fics-and-errors · 7 months ago

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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 10

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

Find other parts here: Master List

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4.2K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

The days moved slowly here, more slowly than you felt they had in the past. Feyre kept you well-fed, constantly bringing trays of various foods, all incorporating some form of berry, which you greatly enjoyed. She brought you fresh clothes, books, paints, and puzzles, and asked daily if you wanted to join her, but you felt resigned to simply thank her, confining yourself to your room—or more realistically, the balcony—where you spent your days sunning yourself and watching the city below. After about three days, Feyre finally insisted you join her. “It will be good for you,” she claimed after dropping breakfast at your door.

You obliged her, and as soon as you left your room later that morning and entered the hallway, you immediately felt watched and on guard. As you made your way down the hall, you noticed great portraits and paintings lining the walls, though you didn’t stop to take them in. You pushed through the opposite doors from where you had come in those nights ago. What greeted you was a large circular room, with steps leading down from every side to a sunken center area filled with sofas, pillows, and all forms of comfort surrounding a circular fireplace. Various other doors lined the sides of the room, which you assumed led to other grand hallways or rooms.

In the center of the room, down in the sunken sofas, sat Feyre, flanked on either side by two other fae females who resembled her. One on the ground held a pillow in her lap, donning a simple pink dress with capped sleeves. Her hair, the same flowing length as Feyre’s, framed a face without freckles but with brighter, rounder eyes. The other woman, curled up on the couch next to Feyre, had sharper features, with more angled eyes and a slightly pointed nose. She shared the same blue-grey eyes, and her hair was braided into a low bun. She wore a more modest dark grey dress with long sleeves that hugged her arms. When the door opened, all three turned to look at you. Feyre’s face lit up as she jumped from the couch, bounding up the stairs to you.

“You’re out!” she cried, grabbing both your hands. She turned towards the two other females. “These are my sisters, Nesta and Elain.” She gestured to the one with sharper features, identifying her as Nesta, and to the softer one as Elain.

You smiled politely and waved. Elain gave you a wide smile, her circular eyes growing larger as she did so. Nesta simply turned up the corners of her lips, still polite but not nearly as excited as her sisters. “Come, come,” Feyre urged you down the stairs.

Elain rose from her spot on the floor. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, Y/N.” She initially reached out for a hug but paused when Feyre shook her head lightly. Instead, she extended her hand to yours, and you shook it. Nesta did not rise from her seat, instead shifting over slightly and patting the area next to her for you to sit, which you did.

Elain, who continued to awkwardly stand, looked at you. “Can I get you anything? Something to eat or drink?”

You shook your head, a polite smile on your face. “No, that’s alright. Feyre’s already done too much this morning.”

Feyre gave you a reassuring smile. “This is actually Nesta’s house,” she gestured to her sister.

“Oh,” you said, “Well then I guess I should be thanking you for letting me stay here.”

Nesta waved her hand dismissively. “It’s no trouble. There are more rooms than I know what to do with, and we don’t even really use this wing.” She looked around the room. “In fact, I’m not fully sure I’ve ever actually sat in this room.”

You looked down at your hands curled in your lap. “It’s a beautiful house.”

Nesta simply shrugged. “It’s certainly grand.”

Elain resigned herself back to the floor, and Feyre took a seat next to you. Nesta continued, “If Rhysand had given me a say, I would have probably chosen something smaller.” At her statement, a book flew from the bookshelf behind you and slapped onto the floor. Nesta simply rolled her eyes, twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers as she waved it off. The other two females didn’t seem taken aback by the incident, so you decided to let go of the fact that a book just fell from a shelf with no apparent reason. Then you processed what Nesta had said.

“Rhysand?” you asked.

Nesta looked at you, puzzled. “Yes?” she replied.

“Rhysand, as in High Lord Rhysand?”

Nesta’s gaze shifted to Feyre, as her puzzled look continued to play around her eyes. “Unless there’s another Rhysand, and some mother had the misfortune to name her son that, then yes, it’s the only one.”

You looked back towards Feyre, who suddenly had a blank look on her face. “This is Rhysand’s house?” you asked.

Nesta cleared her throat. “My house. Not his,” she said over your shoulder.

Feyre’s face softened slightly in an apologetic fashion. “Yes,” she said, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

“You thought I knew I was sitting in the mansion of the High Lord of the Night Court?” you asked again, gesturing around the room.

Nesta stated again, “Not his house. Was his house.”

Feyre reached her hand to yours. “I think in the frenzy of everything, I may have forgotten to introduce myself.”

Your eyes widened at her. “I’m Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court.”

You paused, trying to process the information. “High Lady?” you asked.

She nodded. “There are no High Ladies,” you clarified.

“There have been since about forty years ago,” Feyre responded, “since Rhys and I became mates.”

Your brow furrowed as you realized who Feyre was and the power she held. You pulled back from her. “I’m so sorry, my lady,” you said, bowing your head.

Feyre waved away your gesture. “Oh, please, no. Don’t do all that,” she said.

Nesta let out a slight chuckle. “Stop it,” Feyre hissed at her. She turned back to you. “You don’t need to do all the niceties. I’m just Feyre.”

You paused again, staring at her. “High Lady of the Night Court. Mated to Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.” Your mother had always taught you to bow or curtsy to any lords or males in power, and you assumed that sentiment extended to the females, if they existed, which apparently they did.

Feyre smiled. “I’m just Feyre.” She leaned forward, grabbing your hand in hers and rubbing the back of it.

“If—” you paused, “if I had known—”

Feyre interrupted you. “Then this would have all been a lot more awkward.” She smiled at you.

The world had long since left you behind after you and your mother retreated into the woods nearly 150 years ago when you were merely a child. One morning, she awoke you from your bed long before the sun was up, claiming the two of you were going on an adventure into the woods and that you had to pack up all your things to leave as soon as possible. You did so without thinking, excited at the prospect of spending prolonged time with your mother. It wasn’t uncommon for her to take you on camping trips in the summer, but the look in her eye and the frantic way she packed up random bags with your meager belongings alerted you to something deeper taking place.

Hand in hand with you, she hurried through the streets of the city, the bakers not even out of their beds and into their shops yet. You wiped the sleep from your eyes, puzzled. You had asked something, though you couldn’t remember what it was, but your mother simply looked at you, fear lining her eyes as she held a finger to her lips and hushed you. She had asked you to play the silent, sneak game with her—a favorite of yours when the two of you took day trips into the forest—where your mother would close her eyes, sending you into the foliage to silently sneak around until she opened her eyes to find you. You kept your tiny mouth shut as you took exaggerated tip-toed steps through the city, until you crossed out of the wall and escaped into the mountains.

As Feyre explained what had taken place over the last 150 years, from the enslavement of the High Lords under Amarantha to Feyre’s rescue, to the Battle of Hybern and her rise as High Lady, the birth of her son Nyx and the trials of her sisters, you sat in subtle awe at the world that had been unfolding around you while you were hidden in the mountains. Your mother had brought you to a small village, deep in the Illyrian mountains, where you lived off the land, accompanied by other fae and various creatures who all seemed to stick to themselves. Your mother taught you herself, and then, one night, when you were barely a teenager, she told you she had to go back to the city for something.

You begged her to take you with her, yearning for the city, but she wouldn’t allow it, claiming she would be back soon. Pressing your forehead to hers in a tender goodbye, you watched her pack a bag, sling it over her shoulders, and disappear into the woods. After a week of waiting by the windows each night, you began to worry. She had never left you alone since you came to the secluded village and had told you that neither of you could ever return to the city, but she wouldn’t tell you why.

When you finally had enough, you packed a bag with supplies and took off into the woods after her. But you hadn’t traveled far from the confines of your simple village since you first arrived, and you quickly found yourself lost, circling trees that all looked the same. You must have been out there for a week on your own before you finally collapsed from exhaustion.

You explained this all to Feyre when she asked where you had been living during this time. Her brow furrowed in confusion and focus. “You just lived in the mountains?” she asked.

You shrugged. “Yeah. Once my mother left and I was in the woods, a hunting party found me and brought me back to their camp. I stayed with them for a bit because there wasn’t anything left for me in the village. One of the hunters and I became close, and we lived together.” You paused, the words nearly choking you back. You didn't say mate. You were unsure how they would react to a female running from her mate, and you suddenly became concerned they might call on him to bring you home if they found out.

“How did you end up here?” Nesta asked.

You considered your answer. “I left the mountains to find somewhere new to start. The Illyrians found me, hunted me down, I fell, Azriel found me, and now I’m here.”

Feyre looked at you, clearly knowing there was more to the story than you were sharing. You were confident she knew what had happened to Anthea, but she could also tell you weren’t ready to talk about it yet. Instead, she threw you a compassionate smile. “We’re so glad to have you here.”

It was clear Feyre had told both of her sisters about your circumstances, as Elain placed her hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly.

It was Nesta who seemingly broke the moment. “So, now that you’re back in the city, is there anything you want to do?”

“I hadn’t much thought about it,” you said.

“I can’t promise everything is the same as you remember, but there’s certainly a lot to do,” Feyre added.

You smiled and shook your head lightly. “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for all of that.”

Elain nodded. “I understand.”

As Feyre explained all that had happened, you found yourself looking to Elain. Her face dropped slightly as Feyre explained the circumstances in which she and Nesta had found themselves to be fae. It seemed as though she was still haunted by the moments she spent in silence even those fifty years ago. You looked down at her, wondering if deep inside she still feared returning to that dark place where she went inside herself. You wondered if someday you too would sit with an unhindered feeling of the world.

You placed your own hand over Elain’s before Feyre said, “Well, I’m starving.” She rose from her spot next to you, Nesta glancing up at her sister.

“What do you have?” Feyre asked her.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” she asked, pulling her legs up to rest on the couch.

Feyre looked to you. “Any requests?”

You shook your head. “Whatever you think would be best.”

Nesta scoffed. “Literally just ask, and you shall receive.”

Elain’s eyes perked up slightly. “Nesta, do you still have the rhubarb?”

Nesta looked at her blankly. “Does it look like I would have done anything with it?”

Elain looked back to you, ignoring the sarcasm laced words of her sister. “Y/N, do you like rhubarb?”

You nodded to her and she giggled lightly. “Come on,” she gestured to you and her sisters, “I’ll bake us something.” Elain nearly skipped up the steps of the sunken living room, Feyre following behind as you lingered back with Nesta, who stood, running her hands down her dress to straighten it.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Nesta said, her face still mostly blank, but the sentiment was genuine. If you turned back and went to your rooms, no one would force you out. But it was becoming harder and harder to spend time with yourself, and you felt it easier to push your mate's venom from you when you were around other people.

“Thank you,” you resigned yourself to saying before following the two other females up and out of the room. You followed them down another long hallway, this one with the same arched windows as the first hallway you found yourself in. Elain and Feyre chattered about something to one another as you made your way down, and when they pushed into one of the side doors, your breath was stolen from you as you took in the sight of the grand kitchen.

The oven and stove themselves must have been as large as the bed you slept in, with their edges all lined with bronze, the stove itself a glossy cast iron. The middle of the kitchen held a giant marble island, lined and full of fresh fruits and vegetables, some of which you didn’t even recognize. The ceiling above you was made of domed glass, allowing in the natural sunlight echoing off the mountain. Nesta pushed the door open behind you. “I don’t use this room much either,” she noted, making her way to the large white icebox, opening the white top and peering down into it, pulling out a jug of some sort of sparkling, purple liquid. Elain opened the cupboards lining the walls, pulling out various mixing bowls and ingredients, muttering to herself while Feyre positioned herself on a clear spot on the island, feasting on a carton of blueberries she had found. When Elain turned to see her sister clearly snacking, she cried out, “Hey!”

Feyre, wide-eyed, put the berries down next to her. “I promise,” she said, “I’m really hungry.” Elain scowled at her before turning back to the carton of eggs she had pulled out.

Nesta pulled down four glasses from the cupboard, popping open the bottle and allowing the swirling, glittering liquid to drain into them. She placed one on the counter next to Elain, handed one to Feyre and yourself, and took one for herself as well. You swirled the liquid in your cup, peering down into it. Feyre downed hers almost in one gulp before pouring herself another. Nesta seemed to savor it more. When you brought it to your lips, you were immediately met with the sourness of lemon followed by the sweetness of blackberries and blueberries with a honey aftertaste as you swallowed it, nearly melting into the cool flavor. You let out a groan of delight and Nesta chuckled. “I don’t drink anymore,” she said, “so I’ve resorted to finding other ways to enjoy myself.”

Elain, without turning, throwing various dry goods into a bowl without measuring, noted, “It’s the closest she’s ever gotten to cooking.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Turns out I have a knack for mixed drinks.” She smiled at you.

Elain seemed to bake faster than anyone you had ever seen before, and you wondered if it had anything to do with her new fae power. Before you had even finished your glass, she had already pressed pastry dough into a tin and was spooning a red filling into each one from the fridge. She opened the stove door and put the tins inside, wiping the powder from the dry goods onto her dress before sipping from her own cup. “Twenty minutes,” she noted.

Feyre scowled slightly and glanced towards the stove. Her focus on it sent a roar of flames up through the bottom as she turned back to her sister. “Five minutes.”

Elain sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t do that; it ruins the inner crisp.”

Feyre just shrugged. “I’m hungry, and the inner crisp barely makes a difference.”

Elain scowled at her. “To you,” she muttered before finishing her glass.

From behind the doors you had come through, you heard the sound of two male voices, speaking incoherently. You placed your glass on the counter before crossing to the other side in anxious anticipation, your heartbeat rising in your ears.

When the doors opened, a male with light skin and copper-toned hair walked down the steps, followed by another male with a similar skin tone to Azriel’s and sharper features. The copper-haired male wore a loose-fitting brown shirt with light-colored tan pants and a pair of riding boots, while the other male donned an all-black outfit, matching his slightly waved black hair. However, the copper-haired male had one eye replaced with a mechanism that whirred slightly. Feyre turned her head to the two, her feet lightly kicking the cabinet below her as she swung her legs. “What are you two doing up here?”

The dark-haired male sent her a conniving smile as he crossed the room to her, planting himself between her legs and placing his hands on either side of her thighs. “Well, Feyre Darling, when you told me that Elain was baking something, I couldn’t help but come investigate for myself.” He planted a smooth kiss on her lips as she smirked and pushed him back with one hand on his chest. Rhysand, you thought to yourself, the anxiety rising higher in your throat.

The copper-haired male walked to Elain, smiling at her before taking his thumb, putting it briefly in his mouth, and wiping a bit of the pastry filling from her chin. She took a spare tea towel left on the counter, her eyes widening slightly before wiping her mouth.

Nesta simply leaned her narrow hips against the counter, drinking from her cup, seemingly unbothered.

Rhysand looked to you, and Feyre turned over her shoulder to you as well. “Y/N, this is Rhys.” She introduced him so casually.

You swallowed again, your eyes widening as you whispered, “My lord.”

Rhys just smiled at you. “No need for formality,” he said. “My mate clearly isn’t putting on airs given she’s barefoot and sitting on the counter, so why should any of us be?” Rhysand smirked at Feyre, who kicked him slightly. “It’s my house,” she shot back.

Nesta, choking a bit on her drink, raised her slender finger. “My house,” she corrected.

You nodded slightly as you took in the High Lord. The commander of your court, the leader of your people. The most powerful person in the room, and in the next many miles. And yet he stood so casually, his hands leaning against the counter, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, and his hair tousled. He looked so incredibly normal.

“Did I get it all?” Elain asked the copper-haired male, who smiled softly down at her before taking the tea towel from her and running it along her mouth.

“Now you did,” he said, his voice low.

Feyre gestured to him. “Y/N, this is Lucien. Lucien, Y/N.”

Lucien turned to you, taking a few steps in your direction, his hand outstretched to take yours. Without thinking, you stepped back from him slightly. He stopped, pulling his hand back, unsure of how to proceed. Rhysand, thankfully, jumped in. “It’s good to see you up and about,” he said.

You looked toward your feet, unsure if you could look directly at him without wanting to vomit. “It’s nice to be up.”

“Are you finding everything alright?” he continued.

You nodded slightly, and before another question could be asked, a small bell chimed. Elain, perking up at the sound, grabbed the tea towel and crossed to the stove, flinging open the great black door. The smell of sweet berries and rhubarb wafted into the air, making your mouth water.

She placed the pastries on the counter. Heat escaped from them as the sweet red filling bubbled, and the pastry crisp surrounding them browned and slowly curled into itself.

Nesta came to look at them. “They look beautiful!”

Elain’s mouth shifted slightly. “I think they’re overdone. See here?” She pointed to the edge. “They shouldn’t be curling like that.”

Feyre hopped down from the counter, grabbing a small plate from the cupboard and coming over to Elain. “Oh well, too bad. Guess you just won’t have any.” She picked one up with her finger and dropped it quickly onto her plate, hissing as the heat singed her skin.

“Can you not wait five minutes?” Elain asked, throwing her hands up in the air. “You’re as bad as Cassian.”

Feyre, still trying to pick the pastry up from her plate and wincing as the heat turned her fingers purple, retorted, “No, Cassian wouldn’t have waited until they were in the oven.”

Nesta turned to you. “Cassian, my-” she paused, “impatient mate, typically has a hard time not eating ingredients before desserts are ready.”

Elain, using tongs, pulled a few of the pastries out, setting them on a plate on the counter. “It’s true. He’s banned from the kitchens when I’m baking.”

Feyre finally managed to get the pastry to her mouth, open-mouthed breathing as she tried to cool the molten berries in her mouth.

Rhysand just smirked at her and rolled his eyes slightly. “Your son gets it from you,” he said.

Her open mouth slightly muddling the words, she shot back, “Oh, whatever.”

Lucien, still standing a few feet from you, unsure of what to do, finally cleared his throat and turned back to the others, walking to grab a pastry and pressing a kiss onto the top of Elain’s hair, who turned to look at him and smile.

"Speaking of Cassian,” Nesta asked Rhysand, “where is he?”

Rhys swiped his finger into the filling of Feyre’s tart, earning a near-growl from her as she pulled away. The High Lord merely chuckled, sucking the sweetness from his finger. “He’s out at Windhaven.”

Nesta blinked slowly at him. “And do you know when he will be returned to me?”

Rhys chuckled again. “Why? Big plans?”

“We can call it that,” Nesta replied.

“Gross,” Feyre remarked, finally swallowing her food before swiping another tart. Elain slapped her hand.

“I don’t need to hear about all of that,” Feyre said.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Then don’t talk about what you and Rhysand get up to either.”

Rhysand scoffed. “Cassian doesn’t seem to be bothered by it.”

Nesta’s face fell flat. “Cassian has no class or self-control.”

Rhysand looked Nesta up and down. “Clearly.”

“Watch yourself,” Nesta warned.

“Or what?” Rhys taunted back.

“Or I’ll plant your ass in the dirt outside.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

At that, Feyre, still full-mouthed, stood between the two of them. “Knock it off. Let’s not air our familial grievances so quickly in front of new people, please.” She urged.

Nesta let out a quick, breathy chuckle and turned to you. “Rhysand and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on most things, and unlike other people, I’m not afraid to call him out for being the pompous, arrogant male he is.”

“Oh, Nesta,” Rhysand smiled at her mockingly, “always the charmer.”

In a moment of childish indifference, Nesta stuck her tongue out at the High Lord, who quickly returned the favor.

Feyre licked a bit of tart from her fingers. “You know, since you two started doing that, Nyx has picked it up. So thanks for that.”

Elain placed a tart on a plate and brought it around the counter to you. “Here, give this a try before Feyre eats all of them.”

Feyre scoffed. “I’m a growing girl!”

Lucien shot back, “You’re almost 100 years old.”

“And?” she replied.

“Self-control was wasted on you, wasn’t it?” Lucien retorted.

“What I lack in self-control, I make up for in spirit,” Feyre taunted back.

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

Elain smirked as you took a bite, the flavors melting in your mouth as she watched you. “They squabble like children. You get used to it after the first twenty years,” she whispered, and you chuckled. “If you think this is rough, you should have been here for the great sandcastle debacle a few years ago.”

You raised an eyebrow at her as the others continued bickering in the background, Feyre almost launching herself at Lucien while Rhysand held her back. “We all took a trip to the Summer Court together, and Feyre spent all this time with Nyx, her baby, building this elaborate sandcastle.” Elain gestured to show its grandeur. “And then, when she took Nyx in for his nap, she came back out to find Lucien, Cassian, and Rhys standing around this sad pile of sand where it had collapsed. Feyre was angrier than I’ve ever seen her.” She chuckled lightly as you scraped the crumbs from your plate. “She was screaming at them, demanding one of them fess up. Lucien blamed Rhysand, who blamed Cassian, who blamed Lucien, and they fought for hours, all through dinner and into the night.” You took a sip of the cup that Nesta had refilled for you to wash down the tart. “Anyway, there’s this whole debacle about Cassian being allowed back to the Summer Court, but that’s a story for another time. It involves him knocking down a building.” You choked a bit on your drink. “Like I said, a story for another time. But he kept claiming everyone was framing him, and Lucien kept saying Rhysand wasn’t looking where he was going, and Rhys claimed Lucien pushed him. It was a whole thing.” Elain looked down at the counter, smiling. “Two weeks of bickering before they finally stopped when Feyre made them all build a new sandcastle together. We’d gotten all the way home just to turn around and go back for them to rebuild it.” She laughed. “It was the funniest, stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Elain turned to you, gesturing to the plate. “Good?” she asked.

“Phenomenal,” you replied as she took the plate from you and put it in the sink.

“Anyway,” Elain said, “I guess they’re comfortable with you if they’re already fighting.”

You watched as Rhysand pulled Feyre into a tight hug, Feyre scowling over her shoulder at Lucien, who popped a pastry into his mouth while Nesta whispered something into his ear.

“We’re a pretty close little family,” Elain continued.

“You’re lucky,” you replied.

Elain just smiled at you. “Families find each other.” She said, “Sometimes in the most unexpected times.”

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flemingsfreckles · 9 months ago

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Puppy Love

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: you come home to a surprise from your girlfriend

Warnings: none

WC: 1.3k

A/N: here’s a very short blurb a wrote based off the middle photo of Jessie with the puppy. I’m in the process of working on 3 other fics that are multi part (better boyfriend is one, the other two are stuff that isn’t out yet) those just take a while so I’m taking time to write some small short stuff as well because it prevents my writers block from showing up.

“Oh no come back here with that” you hear your girlfriend yell at someone or something as you walk in the door. You set your keys down and begin to take off your shoes when you feel a warm soft body against the back of your leg. Turning around you see a small brown puppy standing looking up at you, one of your shirts hanging from its mouth.

Only a second later your girlfriend comes flying around the corner into the entryway, nearly slipping with the combination of her speed, her socks, and the tile flooring. She catches herself against the wall and looks up at you with huge eyes.

Jessie looks frazzled in every way. Her hair is sticking out in every direction, her cheeks are bright red as if she’d just been to training, she’s wearing only shorts and a sports bra. You can see a couple red nail scratches across her arms and she’s breathing heavily.

“Jessie.” It doesn’t take long for you to make the assumption that your girlfriend had brought home a puppy.

“Hi.” She gives you a tight lipped smile, just looking up at you before the puppy takes off running again, through your legs and off toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god” you hear Jessie mutter and she turns and chases after it. You’re not even sure if you should follow, still processing the scene that you came home to.

You take a few steps in the direction that Jessie ran off in and see her coming back toward you, a wiggling puppy in her arms. Your shirt now in her hand. She holds the puppy out to you, holding it under its arms like a small baby.

“Hold her.” You don’t have much of a choice so you put your arms out and take the puppy from her. The puppy is small and a little ball of fur in your arms, for a split second you forget that you should be questioning your girlfriend about what is going on. Jessie throws on the shirt the puppy had stolen and holds her arms out to take her back. You hand her back and you two just stand looking at each other, the puppy whining to be put down.

“Jessie, why is there a puppy in our house?”

“She needed a home.” She gives you a quick glance before her attention is redirected to the dog.

“So what? You thought ours was a good option?” You feel your voice raise slightly, you really weren’t mad, just more confused at the impulsive decision Jessie made, and a little frustrated that she hadn’t checked in with you before she brought home a huge responsibility.

“Maybe?” She looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Come on babe we’ve thought about it a couple of times.”

She wasn’t wrong the two of you had thought about adopting a dog on a couple occasions now that you lived together, you both wanted one but you never followed through in the process of actually picking out a dog. Something always got in the way.

“The dog came from Niamh’s neighbor, their dog had a bunch of puppies. The rest got adopted but no one wanted her because of her ear.” She holds the dog's ear up for you to see, but it was missing a large portion of it.

“It’s not her fault she was born like that. How could no one want her?” It looks like your girlfriend is on the verge of tears looking at the puppy’s face. “I know I should have asked babe but I didn’t. I’m sorry for that. She’s already house broken and can walk on a leash. Can we keep her please?”

You didn’t have a good reason to say no. You both wanted a dog, you were ready for the responsibility and you couldn’t help but admit how cute it was to see Jessie playing with her. She was poking its nose with her own, the dog trying to lick her face every time she leaned it.

“Sure Jess, we can keep her.”

“Yay! Did you hear that, you can stay.” She is back looking at the dog in her arms, talking to it as if she could understand. The dog just wiggles around, excited by the attention from Jessie not her actual words.

“I haven’t named her yet, I wanted to wait for you.” She sets down the dog and leans toward you, lips pursed waiting for a kiss. You lean in to place your lips to hers, giving her a quick kiss. It’s short and sweet, a nice welcome home.

“When did you have time to pick her up?” You point at the dog who has run over to the doorway and is rolling around on the rug scratching her back.

“After training, I went with Niamh, then we went to the store and bought all the things for her.” She points over to the pile of toys, a bag of food, two bowls, and a crate. You just nod. “She might want to go outside. She goes by the door when she needs to go. She’s so smart. Do you want to join us on a short walk?”

“Sure babe.” Jessie hurries over to where the puppy was rolling, grabbing the leash and harness that had been hung neatly next to both of your keys.

It’s warm out, the sun is just starting to set as you start your first walk with just the three of you as a small family. You walk for a couple minutes before the unnamed puppy starts sitting down, every couple of steps, bored of walking she sits and chomps at the grass.

“Come here.” Jessie says in a high pitched tone, the same tone she used earlier to talk to the puppy. She picks up the dog once again.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Her little legs are probably tired. She’s had a busy day.” You couldn’t help but smile, looking at your girlfriend grinning ear to ear as she held the puppy in her arms. She looks so content with the ball of fur. She carries her for the rest of the walk, letting the puppy lightly bounce in her arms as she walks alongside you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with the puppy who you both agreed to name Maple both after her color and because you shot down Jessie’s original idea of naming her Moose but you refused to name the dog after another animal. Early into the night Maple found her own way into the large crate Jessie had bought and lined it with a bed and blankets.

“Look, she's sleeping.” You point out to Jessie as you both were standing in the kitchen waiting on a bag of popcorn to be ready. Jessie looks over to where Maple was, sound asleep in the pile of blankets.

“She’s so cute.”

“I cannot believe you brought home a dog.” You truly were shocked when you walked in the door earlier that day, the last thing you were expecting was a puppy.

“I know, I was a little worried you’d be mad.”

“How could I be when I had her cute face and your cute face both giving me puppy eyes?” You gently grab Jessie’s chin and place a kiss on her lips.

“Plus it’s good practice for when we have kids.” Jessie says when you pull away from her. The thought of having kids with her sends a flutter to your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t be soon, but in the future it was definitely something you both had talked about and wanted.

“Yeah it is but you better not bring home any kids without telling me first.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming imagine #jflem #jessie fleming x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader

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dailydragons · 8 months ago

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I am not immune to this propaganda…

Do you like long fantasy series, but are tired of authors never finishing them?

Do you like interesting magic systems?

Do you like when characters form intense even psychic bonds with animal companions?

Do you like your heart getting ripped out of your chest and then stuffed back in full to bursting and but then ripped out again to get stomped on but it turns out you like that too uhhh let's call it... intense yearning

Do you like dragons? Of course you do, why else would you be on this blog!

WELL DO I HAVE THE BOOK SERIES FOR YOU!

The Realm of the Elderlings is a 16-book series is comprised of four trilogies and a quartet. All of which have been finished. Yes that's right, Robin Hobb saw other authors who can't seem to finish their multi-book fantasy epics and said "I will finish mine 4 different times to show you it's incredibly easy actually." She also has written multiple other series (some under the pen name Megan Lindholm), set in different universes.

So, where to start?

The components of RotE are:

The Farseer Trilogy

The Liveship Traders Trilogy

The Tawny Man Trilogy

The Rain Wild Chronicles

Fitz and the Fool Trilogy

The three bolded trilogies above are told from the perspective of FitzChivalry Farseer, one of the main/major characters in this universe and my eternal blorbo. The Liveship Traders trilogy and Rain Wild Chronicles are told from several points of view, and happen in chronological order between the series above and flesh out the worldbuilding, lore, history, etc.

For the most complete look at the universe, you can of course read everything. However if you want to stick with just one character, you can read the three bolded trilogies only. And of course, if you don't want to commit to a metric ton of words either way, you can just read the first trilogy and see what you think. Though I do think the levels of joy/pain/adoration increase with each work as you get more invested in the characters, of course.

OR. You can in fact read the Liveship Traders trilogy or the Rain Wild Chronicles quartet completely independently of the others. I actually started with Rain Wild Chronicles because those books have the highest concentration of dragons--it was actually a follower of this blog who recommended them to me, and I decided to jump into those rather than commit to The Whole Series (which at the time was only 13 books not 16). But I loved the writing style and wanted to learn more about the world, so got into the rest, and now I actually think the Rainwilds books are the weakest of the bunch (though I still enjoyed them initially)!

But You're Following This Blog, DailyDragons, So Here's The Part Of The Pitch You're Actually Invested In

Now I will be up front that you don't get many dragons in the first trilogy. There are a kind of dragons that appear at the end but dragons are not the main focus of this one. However Hobb learns from her mistakes about not including tons of dragons in her fantasy world and you get more in the next parts of the series.

The Liveship books deal with sea serpents and dragons in very interesting ways I don't want to spoil, though it's a slow build. But VERY fascinating reveals into the dragon's biology, life history, and magic.

The plot of the later half of the Tawny Man Trilogy revolves around dealing with how the world of this story used to have dragons but they have practically gone extinct. Less direct contact with dragons but still a dragon-centric last book.

Rainwilds is chock full of dragons. Including as POV characters. Can't complain about lack of dragons here at all.

Fitz & The Fool Trilogy is lighter on the dragons at first and then they show up en force at the end. Ta da!

anyway please read these books and join me in my eternal suffering. wait, suffering? nevermind who said that. shhh. it's fine. you will love fitzchivalry farseer. you will love the fool. you will never be the same again.

#realm of the elderlings #THANK U FOR GIVING ME A HANDY DANDY SOAPBOX #lise-thethinker #i am always ready to weep about these books publically #i have read the entire series uhhh. 3 times? and condensed version 4 times #since i first read them in 2015 #WHEW. yeah. god i love them #ramblings #not dragon art #i guess

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pretty-blkgirl · 7 months ago

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hii ~

may you do another seungmin x black reader. maybe the reader is wearing puffballs and seungmin is obsessed with the hairstyle on the reader and just stares at her curly/coily hair in awe! it's all up to you, i just love your writing! ok bye ~

You Look Pretty

//black!fem reader x Seungmin//

Synopsis: Your fiancé takes a liking to your hairstyle

Genre: fluff, a little suggestive towards the end

Warnings: reader is fem

A/N: Thank you @bbyseung for the request ❤️❤️ The above picture is the reader’s hairstyle and the way Seungmin looks at her 🤭

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You know that nagging feeling you feel when someone is staring at you? The sensation of eyes in the back of your head, making you squirm in uncomfortableness?

That’s what’s happening right now, and the culprit is shameless in the way he doesn’t take his eyes off you even when you turn around to stare right back at him.

“Seungmin” You groan, snapping in his face. He blinks every time you snap, so you know he hears the annoying noise.

Still, he keeps staring right above your eyes, a silly grin appearing on his face.

“Can you please stop looking at me like that?”

“You look so pretty,” He says suddenly

Your heart swells at the unexpected compliment and your annoyance starts to lessen, “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it”

He finally looks you in the eyes, his grin getting bigger by the second.

“Your outfit looks cute too. Are you sure you have to go out?”

You fail to hide your amusement as your puppy-like fiancé follows you to the bathroom. You touch up your makeup in the mirror as he watches in pure awe.

“Yes, I can’t miss my best friend’s bachelorette party”

He sulks, “But you look too good. What if someone hits on you?”

You hold up your left hand, flashing the multi-carat engagement ring he put on your finger a couple of months ago

“Then I’ll show them this, and tell them I’m with the most amazing guy in the world”

You give him a small kiss on his lips, leaving sparkly lip gloss residue on his lips.

“There must be a theme to the party,” He says, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck

“Yep, that’s why I did my hair like this. It’s 70’s themed”

“You look really nice like this. You should do that style more often”

You smile and look back in the mirror, admiring your cute puffballs. He was right, you did look really good when your hair was in some kind of puff, and it’s obvious he had a favorite style on you.

“Oh yeah? Are you saying I look bad any other time?” You tease

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully, “You look great all the time, but I like this style for some reason. Kinda makes your eyes pop”

He moves out of the way and allows you to leave the bathroom, trailing behind you after a while

“Hmm, I’ll consider doing this more often then”

You reach the bedroom and grab your purse, throwing a few little items in there while Seungmin watches you in adoration.

You catch him staring again, making sure to laugh at his antics, “You like my outfit as much as my hair?”

He pretends to think for a while, then looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I rather you took the clothes off if I'm being honest”

He laughs loudly as you scold him for being nasty.

“Excuse me for wanting to see my fiancé naked” He chuckles as you two leave the bedroom

“Maybe you’ll get to see it when I get home” You shrug, turning to give him one last kiss before opening the front door

“Get back home soon then” He winks before you leave the house.

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bookuce · 6 months ago

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Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2,635

PART SEVEN (2)

PART EIGHT

Alina was sprawled across the couch downstairs, her phone close to her chest. The sound of ringing is heard throughout the living room while she waits for someone to answer her call. Word of the fight between Theo and Josh had gotten out, and Tasha was possibly upset about it. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to be mad at her. “Hello, the person you are trying to reach is…” Says the voicemail for the third time. Alina sighs softly. “...please leave a voicemail after the beep!” It finishes, followed by a beep.

“Hey, Tash…” She starts, exhaustion was evident in her voice. Alina was restless, and after the news broke, she spent the entire night tossing and turning. She couldn’t go to sleep without talking to her friend. It was now nine in the morning. “I, uh, Cassie told me you found out about last night and…” She pauses for a moment. “...I just wanted to explain what happened and apologize to you and Mike. I don’t want to do it over text or voicemail, so…” Her lips would twist to the side as she sucked in a heavy breath. “...call me when you can. I love you. Bye.” She’d end the call, allowing the phone to slide out of her hand and onto the cushion beneath her.

None of this would have happened if she had never taken Josh out there to the men. None of this would have happened had she been honest with Josh about Theo. No fights would have broken out, no tears shed. Alina wouldn’t have embarrassed her best friend at her wedding and made everything about her. They should be talking about how beautiful the bride and the wedding were! Instead, they’re talking about Alina’s ex and boyfriend rolling around in the dirt over her.

The tired woman pushes herself up and off the couch, walking towards the kitchen. She should make breakfast for her and Josh and try to get her mind off the issue. He was still fast asleep when she left the room a few hours ago. She expected him to remain asleep for a few more hours. “Alexa, play music.” She says, dragging herself over to the fridge.

“Now Playing: My First Love by Avant featuring KeKe Wyatt on Spotify,” Alexa says. The song begins to play softly. Alina scoffs slightly, glaring over her shoulder at the little speaker on her countertop. The irony of this song playing first.

“Alexa, skip song.” She says, forcing it to stop the song and play something else. She needed something lively, something to wake her up.

“Now Playing: Outstanding by The Gap Band on Spotify,” It responds. The first few notes would come in, making her nod slightly. She turns her attention back to the open fridge she stood before. Her eyes scan its contents before snatching up the carton of eggs she bought a few days ago. She also grabs a roll of turkey sausage and a jug of milk. Alina steps back from the fridge, closing the door with her foot. She moves over to the stove, placing what she grabbed on the counter beside it. She’d turn and walk to her pantry, now hunting for pancake mix.

Alina hummed along to Charlie’s melodic singing, her body swaying as she opened the door to her pantry. Her eyes skimmed the shelves before finding the box of pancake mix she was hunting for. Lina snatches it from the shelf, returning to the stove. From the cabinet, she’d grab a scale and two bowls; one for her eggs, the other for her pancakes. Down below, she’d grab a large spoon and a whisk. “Girl, you knock me out.” She sings softly to herself.

Every few moments, her body would scream at her to go to sleep, but she was pushing through it. It was too late to go to sleep. She had things she needed to complete today. She had to pack for the road. Alina and Josh will be on the road for a while now that she’s gotten all her vacations out of the way. Leaving Atlanta was always so hard for her when she came home to visit, but this time around, she was ready to go. If she could, she’d leave tonight. Too much happened this weekend, and it was all her fault. In the midst of her mixing the pancake batter, she pauses. She drops the wooden spoon into the bowl and leans onto the counter. She closes her eyes, allowing herself only a few seconds to rest her eyes.

Arms would wrap around the woman, causing her to jump slightly. Josh places his head on her shoulder, his eyes closing as he buries his face in her neck. She’d close her eyes again, tilting her head against his shoulder. They’d remain like this for a few moments, enjoying the silence between the two. His body was warm, comforting to her forever. “You alright?” He asks. Alina places her hands over his. Her body relaxes more into his, prompting him to lift his head. She didn’t know, but he caught her leaning over the countertop. They’d sway from side to side slowly to the music playing on the speaker now.

“I should be asking you that.” She says tiredly.

“This isn’t about me.” He argues. “You’re the one snoring in a bowl and shit.” He says, making her giggle. Alina lifts her head, her eyes open once more. She glances around before grabbing the spoon she dropped back into the bowl.

“You weren’t supposed to be awake yet.” She informs him, yawning softly. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast.” She confesses.

“Breakfast ain’t gonna get done at this rate.” He says, stepping back from her. His back would touch the island behind him, allowing him to put all his weight on it. Alina moves to the stove, turning on the eye closest to her. Josh continued to watch her movements, his brows slightly furrowed. “When did you wake up?” He asks now.

“Yesterday.” She mumbles.

Josh smacks his lips at her answer, shaking his head. He approaches the stove, moving her from it. “Girl, take your ass on somewhere.” He says, earning sounds of disapproval from the woman.

“Jey,—.”

“Christine.” He says, calling her by her middle name. She pauses, her mouth now agape. “Yeah, now chill on that Jey shit.” He says, glancing over at her. “I’ll make breakfast. Go sit down.” He says, shooing her away. He grabs the bowl next to him, pouring perfect pancakes for the two of them. She moves over to the island, pulling out one of the barstools to sit in. She climbs up onto it, now resting her head on her arms. She watched Josh move around the kitchen, grabbing extra pans for the eggs and sausage. He was moving a helluva lot faster than she was.

Of course, he is. He was well rested, and Alina was running on fumes. “I don’t think you’ve ever cooked for me before.” She notes.

“That’s because you won’t let me.” He says, flipping three pancakes. He grabs four eggs, cracking them open one at a time. “I’m a pretty good cook.” He informs her. Breakfast wouldn’t prove anything for him. He’d need to cook her dinner one night. He pats out sausage patties, dropping them into another hot skillet on the stove. “You gonna tell me why you haven’t slept?” He asks, moving over to the sink to wash his hands. Alina inhales deeply, finding little energy to explain what’s happening.

“Tasha found out about all the shit that happened yesterday.” She says. “She’s not happy.” Josh grabs two plates from the cabinets, turning to place them on the island in front of her.

“Did you talk to her?” He asks. Alina shakes her head, burying her face in her arms. She’d attempted to call her three times this morning and left a handful of texts. So far, her phone hasn’t lit up with a text or call from her. Part of her wants to think she’ll call when she’s ready or has time, but the other part doesn’t think she’ll hear anything from her—at least not until after the honeymoon. “Give her some time then.” He says, turning to the stove once more. He flips over the sausage, turning off the other eyes for the eggs and pancakes.

Alina lifts her head, her eyes finding Josh’s back. “I ruined the wedding.” She says.

“You had nothing to do with what happened.” He assures her. “You didn’t make your ex act like that. He did that shit on his own and got his ass whooped for it.” Josh still felt some type of way about that fight. Theo was lucky he had people around. And Theo made him bleed? Yeah, he had a receipt coming next time he saw his ass. Something tells him that the wedding won’t be the last time they see each other. He’ll phone God for another round if he has to.

“That was my fault.” She says. “I shouldn’t have—.”

“Lina, we done talked about this already.” He says, his voice raising slightly. He turns around, placing the skillets on the island top before her. “Don’t piss me off.” He warns, shooting a brief glare in her direction. She’d smile slightly at his warning. He begins to plate their breakfast for the morning, humming softly to the song on the speaker. She sits up, now shifting her weight onto her right elbow. She silently watched as Josh finished filling her plate with food.

“How’s your eye?” She asks. There was a knot and bruising on his eyebrow where Theo hit, but not much swelling. Did he have a headache; absolutely, but that was nothing Tylenol couldn’t fix.

“Fine.” He answers, moving around the island to sit next to Alina. It was nothing he wasn’t used to. Josh has had many cuts, bruises, springs, and broken bones. A black eye was nothing to him. He sits on the bar stool next to Alina, watching the tired girl as she stares at her food through low eyes. Slowly, she’d pick up her fork, now stabbing at the eggs. The poor girl was exhausted, and it was apparent. “Do you want to go to bed? We can save this for later if we have to.” He asks. She’d laugh once, shaking her head. “What do you want to do then? Because I’m not sitting here looking at you looking pitiful.” He tells her. If he has to call Tasha himself and talk to her, he will. Whatever it took to get Alina to not look like this anymore.

“I want to get out of Atlanta.” She confesses. After this weekend, Alina has had enough of this city for a while. The sooner she can leave, the better. Josh nods slowly at her request before glancing down at his food. He picks up a sausage patty and takes a bite of it.

“Road trip to Pensacola?” He suggests. It was a four-hour drive from Atlanta back to his city. He had no issue with the drive—he’s done it plenty of times. Alina, on the other hand, rarely traveled down there. She only went when they had shows in Florida. “We can stay a few days and fly out from there. Is that cool?” She’d shrug at his question.

“I’m fine with that.” She replies.

“Good, because I got some loose ends I need to tie up.” He says. Alina furrows her brows, looking at him. Loose ends?

“What are you talking about?” She asks wearily. Josh glances up at her, turning the sausage patty in betwixt two fingers up. He shrugs slightly. “What else have you done?” She asks, causing him to suck his teeth at her.

“Why you assuming I done something?” He asks. “I ain’t done nothing yet.” He assures her. Her gaze was unwavering while she watched the man next to her. He’d stare back, unblinking. “What?” He asks.

“Tell me.” She pleads.

Josh watches the woman for a second longer before tossing the little bit of sausage left in his hand into his mouth. He chews slowly, looking away from her before swallowing. “I…uh, was thinking about selling my house in Pensacola.” He confesses. “I spoke with a few realtors down there and plan on getting some quotes.” It was something he’s been thinking about for a while now. He was in Atlanta a lot these days, more than Pensacola. With each passing week, this place felt more and more like home. “I’m moving to Atlanta.” He says.

Alina playfully gasps at him, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “You haven’t lived in Atlanta this entire time?” She jokes.

“You funny.” He says, lowering his eyes at her. “Nah, but in all seriousness,” He starts. “I’m selling my house.” Once Josh is committed to something, there is no changing his mind. There are few pros and cons to his stubbornness, but that was because he led with his heart and never his head. When it comes to the woman sitting next to him, he did whatever he needed to.

“That’s quite the commitment,” Alina starts, glancing at her plate. She stabs a few pieces of scrambled eggs and shoves them into her mouth. She chews slowly, humming to herself. “What if we don’t work out?” She asks.

“You don’t think we will?” She looks up at him, inhaling deeply.

“We don’t know what the future holds.” She says. These are fears she had before they got together. What happened between her and Theo was the cause of her anxieties surrounding them, and seeing him this weekend did nothing but make it worse. What if they didn’t work out? They couldn’t be friends anymore; it’d be too weird. Not only would it be uncomfortable for them, but for everyone around them. She couldn’t subject Trin, Josh, and any of their other friends to what her college friend group got to go through with her and Theo.

“I don’t intend on ever breaking your heart, Lina.” He assures her. “Wasting your time is not the goal.” Josh was all in when it came to this woman. If they were playing a game of poker, he’d push all his chips to the center of the table. Josh reaches over, snatching up her hand. He brings it up to his lips, kissing her ring finger gently. Something about that action filled her with butterflies, chills rushing her body. She looks away from him, closing her eyes.

Girl, you’re exhausted. Gather yourself, she thought. Alina takes a deep breath, slowly pulling her hand from his grasp. “Have you looked at any places here yet?” She asks, changing the subject.

“I want you to pick.” He tells her. She lifts an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t want a say?” She asks.

He shakes his head, slightly fanning his hand at her. He hated house shopping. “Whatever the Missus wants.” Missus? As if he didn’t call her what he just did, Josh stands to his feet, grabbing his plate from the marble top. He reaches over for her plate as well. “You done?” He asks.

“Missus?” She questions. He ignores her, grabbing her plate anyway. “Josh.” She calls to him. He walks around her to the trash can, dumping whatever’s left on her plate. “You hear me.” She says.

“I’ll clean up down here. We leaving when you’ve finished packing.” He tells her. She scoffs gently, shaking her head. Alina stands to her feet, slowly moving towards the archway to the living room.

“You’re something else with yourself; I hope you know that.” She informs him, watching his back. Not once does he turn around to look at her.

“Yep, bye.”

PART NINE

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A/N: Alright, so boom. Your girl had writer's block lol BUT ITS OKAY!!! I'M BACK!!! This was just something light. Story will pick up again soon I PROMISE.

About this Tasha situation though...what y'all think? Actually, what y'all think period lol I wanna talk about it.

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miidnighters · 5 months ago

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It's my birthday ! To celebrate, I wanted to put together a little shout out of people I love because it's the most surefire way to get compliments back in return (I'm kidding!). Thankyou so much for writing with me and mashing our barbies together and making this hellsite such a fun place to be.

Also, seeing how this has changed from my last shoutout at Christmastime - notably, the people I tagged as "people I love who I don't write with very much" but who now I write with or talk to every day lmao.

Please let this have tagged everyone I wanted to tag

@92328

I love u so much. U know I do. I love all the random questions u ask and ur request for Isaac Facts and the fact that you refer to Morgan as "Nora's Husband" and the way you wanna lock Flynn up in a tower to keep him a baby forever. Never change lmao.

@bloodykneestm

Bender ur characters are chefs kiss and our dynamics are chefs kiss and I get such a huge smile whenever I see u in my notifs (either here or on disco). I love the things we come up with together.

@cigarettesandcoffee

My darling! I know you're not writing a lot atm but it makes my day whenever we chat and whenever you pop up with some random love. All of our pairings are so good and I can't wait to see what we cook up for the others.

@draconisa

I know you're ALSO not writing a lot atm but Dany and Isaac have my whole heart plus everything that we're doing on the multi for everyone there like. My brain is still stuck on Harts and Vasile like. Does it get any better?

@epistrefei

HELLO. ARTEMIS. WOW. I am so in awe of the original spin you're able to put on such a well-known character - and it's not just Artemis and Billie, it's Barty and Flynn, and watching what you do with Zahrosa and so many others.

@exquisitexagony

Sami is my baby. The relationship they have with Flynn and Bella (or Bella and Arthur) and all the others is so special to me, as well as everything we have going on your other blogs (Callie and Shimi, for example? Yes).

@fangmother

Rainer is who I want to be when I grow up. If I could be half as confident and gave less fucks. I love seeing all the wild shit she gets up to and following her different relationships with people who have been in her life for varying lengths of time.

@freekzout

What can I say about the freekz? Callie and Funke's relationship is so special to me BUT also the friendships we've built? Lu and Ruth? Flynn and Ruth? Bella and the both of them? Not to mention your other blogs - Bella and Connie in particular.

@inrovina

Every relationship my characters have with Xeno is SO special. Flynn and Lake are SO special. I'm so excited for what other shenanigans they get up to and all the potential new stuff we're doing on your multi !

@kurjaks

I need to put this man in an enclosure and study him. I love him so much, and I love the careful way you've crafted him, and the truly unique way he carries and conducts himself. PLUS the way we chat ooc? Peak.

@mystiika

Every one of your muses is a darling to me. We've started creating such interesting relationships between a few of our muses in varying stages of romance or friendship and I cannot wait to do more with you.

@recitedemise

Every time I see you in my notifs I know I am getting fed the Good Shit. You have such a way with words and what we've crafted between Gale and Callie is really something special to me. Plus to varying relationships w Harts and Bella? Yes.

@sorrowsick

There is no muse of yours that I don't love down bad. We have some truly batshit stuff going on and I know that I can always come to you with the wildest ideas and we can make it work. I am truly your biggest fan.

@soulmissed

August is the only child character I write with and I think that says something bc it's hard to write a child without them being too much of a caricature and it's hard to build relationships without them being one-note but you so it SO well, so we have such beautiful ties.

@starlyht

One of the true lights of my life I adore seeing u on my dash and in my notifs. We have some great ties between our characters and I truly love seeing your thoughts on lycanthropy or drow society or whatever takes your fancy.

@stcllata

I love that every pairing we toss together just seems to Work lmao. Whatever the situation, whoever the muse, we can always put them together and come out with something good. And by good I often mean shippy but like. Who's gonna tell us no?

@tewwor

I am so in awe of your mind and your worldbuilding, and I am so lucky to be able to play in these spaces you've built. I love the relationships we've built and I love that we can throw different characters together to see what sticks.

@vitalphenomena

I say this with the UTMOST affection but this is the most messed up roster of characters I've ever seen and I adore writing with them. I adore exploring all the different facets of their characters and how my characters interact with their struggles bc they're NOT perfect.

@whileurmine

If I see a man over 30 on my dash, odds are it's you. I love your roster and I love our OOC hate sessions and I love that we can both puck up and put down starters like nothing. Whether it's something established or a new idea we can always put a pair together.

@yxkanna

I know you're ALSO not writing atm but I have to let you know how much I love you and your babies. Not just Nick but all of them. We have some really interesting dynamics both platinic and romantic and I can't wait until you're back to pick them up.

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when you were young \ sosuke aizen x reader

word count: 6.1k tags: slight angst, nsfw, smut, added as i go setting: modern au sosuke aizen x reader as college students chapter: 1 / ? authors note: Hello! ^_^ I hope you are well. I am writing this as a multi-chapter fic. Please bear with me as I continue to get used to writing again, and more specifically- writing smut again. I would like to thank my friend Kailah for helping me revise the story and proofread it. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think!

The dance floor was packed to the brim, it was hot, intense, sweaty- it was fun. Your body sways to the music, bumping to the beat with your girlfriends. Glasses in the air as you giggle with them. The boys in the back salivating at the three of you, other girls in awe, you three were the center of the spotlight. The alluring aura matched with the glistening look you’d given off truly was majestic. A goddess in her prime, a cathedral, as her followers sit ready to worship her. You were totally aware of the looks, and you couldn’t care any less. As you steady yourself you catch a specific stare, and you smile at them. Not knowing that your one gesture would be so impactful for this one person.

Sosuke Aizen was basically bullied into going out, by his group of friends at the campus club. He was insanely reluctant, knowing he wanted to finish up his report before he did anything, which he got made fun of for, but he pays no mind to them… except that he does, that’s why he's here now. He was drinking whiskey on the rocks, like an old man, as he caught your peripherals. He froze, absolutely whipped by your beauty and his body felt a sudden surge of infatuation. When you smiled at him his body went into shock– but he managed to retain his composure, as he was around his friends, and lord knows they’d start teasing him about blushing in front of a woman.

“Who are those ladies?” He nods his head towards you, Gin examines for a moment before his sly smile appears on his face, “Oh- that’s Y/N, Masaki & Rangiku.” Well that didn’t give him much to work with. Aizen looks expectantly at Gin, and he continues, noting his friend's sudden interest in a woman. “They’re the ‘campus queens’, I believe that’s what they’re called by their fan boys and girls..” It was a bit entertaining to Aizen that his friend kept up with the latest news and gossip around the campus, it flustered Gin just a tiny bit. He didn’t ever think those strings of words would come out of his mouth. Aizen just hums in acknowledgement, taking in your appearance. You were voluptuous, the way your hips moved to the beat of the music, the way your lips curved when you smiled, you were so breathtakingly gorgeous… so beautifully provocative. It made Aizen feel so alive.. Obsessed. He felt so compelled to talk to you, but you were just leagues out of his reach.

Sosuke didn’t know why he couldn’t just go up and talk to you, maybe try to mingle with you? He couldn’t dance for the life of him, so he definitely would’ve made a fool out of himself if he tried to approach you here and now. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to talking to women. He was particularly popular himself. He was the most handsome person in the whole school and his trail of ladies made everyone know it. Of course there is no one that’s able to catch him off his game, maybe a first year, Hinamori, (who is definitely the Sosuke Aizen Fanclub President) but after their brief exchange he figured they are better of friends, and she wasn’t exactly his type.

Thinking of the possibilities of how he can approach you, he sips on his whiskey, as he chats with his friends. He didn’t exactly know what topic of conversation they were at now, and that whiskey did pack a punch. He still had his eyes on you.

You and your ladies finish the song, and you notice Rangiku light up when she sees Gin, her childhood friend and lover at this point. She denies it over and over again but from the body bumping they do at night she couldn’t really deny it anymore. You watch as she runs to him, jumping in his arms and wrapping herself on him, giving him a big ol kiss. ‘So much for the denial.’ You stared at them and that made you think about your own prospects. You didn’t really focus on guys. An occasional make out session, the rare date, that led to absolutely nowhere, but there were no men that really caught your eye. Maybe Kisuke Urahara, but that was just for fun.. And nobody knows about him. You didn’t see anything going past kissing or holding hands, nor that you really tried. He didn’t really give you much depth even though he definitely had layers. You just didn’t feel the connection. He’ll understand.

You also look at Gin and his friends. They nod and wave at you and Masaki to come over to their corner and you drag your feet, feeling a sudden stomach full of butterflies. Masaki was the first to greet them and you were the last. You felt knots as you realized Sosuke’s eyes were on you. Everyone was so busy chatting away except him. He was silent, analytic, and it honestly made you feel hot. You match his energy and lock eyes, and then you wink at him. That was a crazy bold move, as you see his eyes waver momentarily. He mentally staggered at that. You then extended a hand and smiled down at him, “Hey there handsome. I’m Y/N.” You were playful, but you were straightforward, and he liked that. It ignited something inside him. He extends his hand to you, clasping it and then dipping down as he gives a gentle and cold peck on your backhand. Now it was your turn to blush, nobody had ever tried to pull a suave move on you. He could tell this had an effect on you so he let his lips linger longer than needed,until he pulled back, satisfied with himself.

You giggle at him, a bit enticed. As you open your mouth Rangiku interrupts you, arms around Gin, “Hey we’re going to all head out and get something to eat, are you guys coming?” She eyes the both of you, interested in this exchange. You go on to nod before turning towards Sosuke, “Are you coming?” Damn, that report was the furthest thing from his mind at this point, “Of course, beautiful.” If swooning was a sport you’d have a gold medal. This man was so charming, the butterflies were going crazy.

It was a custom for the three of you; once you were done partying the three of you would get loaded on tacos at the food truck that was situated in the campus gas station. It was probably the highlight of your night, when the booze is just right and the world is spinning, a taco bite was just perfect. Gin and Rangiku were in line first, ordering their meal, and then Masaki and Tosen, who were chit chatting about their day. They were talking about their significant others to each other and swooning about them. Then it was you and Aizen, who were both quiet. You stood there as you let the alcohol settle, and well Aizen didn’t seem to talk much. You nudged him and gave him a soft chuckle, “So, where’s your girlfriend?” Who in the world were you talking about? “My girlfriend?” Aizen was just as puzzled, and you nodded at him as the line moved, “Yeah!Hinamori, I think?” He was even more confused as to why you knew about his extremely (8 day relationship by the way) short relationship with Hinamori. He’d just shrug, “I would hardly call it a relationship. It was only a couple of days.. And why are you asking?” You actually didn’t know yourself, small talk perhaps? “I’ve always wondered.. That's why I know you. She went on and on about it when I was showing her our house.” That seemed to have flustered him as he went to look away, earning your sweet sounding laugh. It made his heart skip just a little, “What’s the matter? You’re cute, don’t get shy on me now.”

You ended up getting al pastor tacos with tomatillo salsa, while he got a steak torta. The 6 of you stood in a circle, eating and chatting amongst yourselves, then suddenly you had a great eureka moment, “What’re you all doing next week? We should go to the festival together! Tosen, Masaki- bring your partner!” You exclaimed, and everyone seemed to be on board, nodding all around, then you nudged Aizen again, grinning like a maniac, “Sosuke, bring Hinamori.” You teased, and his face pales, “No.” turning away from you as he goes to bite his food.

It was the end of the night (2 am) and you all went your separate ways. Aizen insisted on walking you home to the house you stayed in. The girls normally walked together since you all lived in the same house, but Gin invited Rangiku over to his place, and Masaki was picked up by Isshin, while Tosen had left on his own to go home.

It was a nice night, a little windy, but it felt wonderful. You were finally sobering up as you walked side by side with Aizen, teasing each other and talking about your interests. You were getting to know each other, finding out what he did for school. What your plans were after college, what his aspirations were, what were your beliefs, etc. He was such a breath of fresh air to talk to. It was so casual when you ended up holding hands, it felt insanely normal and neither of you flinched. You were his safe space, and he felt comfortable being around you. He was your safe space and you also felt so good to be around someone who cared (that weren’t your girls), like you can be yourself with him. When he spoke you felt giddy, when he looked at you with his slight smile that made you feel tingly. His teasing didn’t help. This lil nerd was making your stomach do back flips.

As you get to the steps of the house you reach for the keys, eyes never parting from his, and as you open the door you mention for him to come in, “If you wanna stay over for tonight, we can keep talking.” You cringed, that was so corny, but you actually meant talking talking. He gives you a brief nod and he enters, taking his shoes off and settling in. You follow suit and lead him to the living room, where you both sink into the sofa. The silence was nice. It felt inviting. Moments pass before you felt his hand gently hold yours, and you return the affection, smiling flushed at him as he chuckled, “I think you have a crush on me.” You muttered as you moved your body towards Aizen. He shrugs playfully, “Maybe.. Who knows? I think you might have a crush on me.” You return the shrug, giving him the exact same answer.

The rest of the night was more talking before you two ultimately settled into your room. You let him sleep in your bed with you instead of making him sleep on the couch. You unfortunately didn’t have anything for him to wear, so he opted for sleeping in his outfit he went out with. The two of you continued to talk until sleep befell you two.

A week had gone by, and you had regularly scheduled meet ups with Sosuke. You two would go to lunch together or you would study together. People began to look at the two of you and after a day rumors began to spread. The both of you didn’t pay much attention to it, because it didn’t bother either of you. You were okay with the whispers and so was he. You also had spoken with Kisuke the day after Sosuke slept in your house and let him know the situation. He was definitely okay with the situation and you both went your ways. You didn’t really need to inform him, but the courtesy was appreciated. You were now focusing on your friendship with Sosuke.

Even though it was a friendship you both couldn’t deny the attraction, it was undying. It was love at first sight. You knew you were interested in him, and he was obsessed with you. Of course,you two were going to take your time, because it was a lovely journey thus far, trying to navigate your relationship with each other without any strings. Your friends were kind, loving and supportive. It was the ideal life, he was perfect. They were perfect. You were perfect.

Today was the day of the festival, preparations were in place. Everyone was running frantically trying to get their makeup on and their gowns on. You all agreed to match and pick a theme together. You donned on a pair of stockings with your school uniform and a sakura haori to finish off. You’d not worn the uniform in a very long time, but you figured it looked really good with the haori you had bought, and Masaki wore the same. Rangiku had a black kimono that showed her cleavage with a sakura haori over it. You smiled, feeling yourself. Everybody was so cute and Aizen was going to be totally blown away.

You and the girls waited for the guys at the festival and sure enough here they were-all handsome in pink. All you could focus on was Aizen. Rangiku and Masaki ran up to their men and he just kept walking towards you, you felt mesmerized by his radiance. He didn’t look any different, but this felt like the first time going public, in broad daylight! Where your classmates were! You started giggling as he approached you, “Well you clean up nicely.” He simply chuckled, nodding your way and dipping towards your ears, “You look beautiful. Those stockings really compliment your legs.” He saw the slight buckle in your knees when he said that, which signaled him to continue, “--Do you want me to take it off of you later?” That made your core heat to thousands of degrees, and you push away from him, senselessly rambling, “Hey! You can’t just say that!” But then you looked away, “Maybe..” you finished and you both joined your friends. His words left thoughts in your head that repeated over and over again. You bear a grin and ignore the voices, chatting amongst the group.

You and Aizen didn’t hold hands, but you stood next to each other as you perused the festival. Checking out the games they had, trying out the food, and taking a lot of photos. You’d bought a disposable camera with you and you planned on getting all the memories with you once you finished today's outing. You planned on creating a little board in your room with all your new and future adventures with your new and existing group of friends. Especially photos involving Aizen.

The two of you split from the group and ventured out on your own, looking at how beautiful the displays were. Both in awe at how talented the committee was for putting the festival together, and you were so engrossed about what the vendor was doing that you didn’t notice Rangiku tugging you backwards. You darted towards her as she and you hid behind a stall. Aizen was just staring at you visibly lost, like a little puppy. “I saw Hinamori with Hitsugaya here!” She exclaims, a bit happier than usual. She considered him a little brother, so she was on his side. Rangiku was elated, as it wasn’t like him to really go anywhere with anyone, especially another girl, that he may or may not be interested in. Hinamori and Hitsugaya, huh. It sounds like a good match, now that you think about it. You chit chat with Rangiku a bit more before she lets you go, and as your eyes find Sosuke you notice he was speaking to Hinamori. You walk towards them and wave, smiling warmly towards the both of them. “Hey. Sorry Rangiku needed me.” Hinamori bows toward you and Aizen nods. “Hinamori, how’s Hitsugaya?” Her face flushed, red as a tomato as she stammered, “H-he’s good!” She looks at you a bit confused as to why you knew. You shrugged, “H-how are you?” You took your place next to Aizen as he handed you a snack from the stall you were both previously waiting at, “I’m okay! We’re just looking around…” you state, indeed looking around to find more places to hit up. Hinamori definitely felt like she was intruding so she bows once more, turning to Aizen, “Aizen-sama, it was nice to talk to you again! Please visit our club when you can!” He chuckles, nodding at her and she takes off, still visibly flustered. He then turns to where you were facing and you both walk off. He tells you she came to talk to him about some rumors she had heard about the both of you to see if it was true. He dispelled it as friends and nothing more, something you both agreed to, as you weren’t fond of people being in your business. Plus the only people who really knew were your circle, and they’d never tell. You found it a bit odd that everyone was so invested but it was also not unfounded. It was fun to know other people’s lives, you couldn’t deny that, some people just happen to find your life interesting.

You continue exploring and finishing up with your time with Aizen as the festival nears to an end. There wasn’t much left to do and so you decided to call it for the day. You’d go to the store and get the photos processed the next day. Aizen and you bid the group farewell as he walks you home. It was silent for the most part and you enjoyed the silence. All the talking exhausted you and Aizen honored that, letting you use his shoulder as a pillow as you both walked. It ended wonderfully as he kissed you and bid you farewell, giving you a cute matching bracelet he had made for the both of you at a stall. You laid in your room dreaming about him and cherishing him

Your friends barely saw you in the next coming of days. It was just tons of studying with Aizen, going out with Aizen, BUILDING your relationship with Aizen. It was just Aizen focused. This was like high school all over again… Yet you loved every single bit of time you spent with him, and luckily you both managed around your tight schedules. He was acing his studies and you were cruising on by.

The group went to clubs together, trips, outings, anything a group of friends could do you guys did. It was so much more fun now that you had that special person to be around. Life feels way lighter nowadays.

The air was cool and the sun was up. Today was your picnic. You were wearing a cute sundress while Sosuke wore a matching button up and shorts. He picked a great spot to go to, where there was a tree for shades. You were enjoying the ambiance, as you both drank in the atmosphere. Packed were sparkling juice and sandwiches. It was very simple and light. You two figured it was just a day to sit and relax after having such a whirlwind week with finals and being so busy. Maybe later into the night you could have something heavier.

Sosuke laid his head upon your lap, caramel-hazel eyes sparkling up at you in awe. He took in your beauty, basked in it. Took note of how when you laugh your dimples showed, or when you laugh really hard you start to snort and clutch your sides. How you looked lovingly at the nature that unfolds in front of your eyes. How tender you looked at him. The possibility was endless when it came to admiring you.

That wasn’t one sided. You’d stare at him longer than you’d know to just get a piece of him in your brain. The way he laughed like a teenage boy when you’d tell him goofy jokes. His kind smile that sent your heart beat into the stratosphere. When he talked about his studies you were enamored. He was so passionate- and you were his biggest supporter. And don’t forget- everytime he took his glasses off, it was like a completely new and older version of him, that sent you to the stars.

You’d look down at him and giggled, a bit self conscious at his long stare, “What’s the matter Sosuke?” You piqued, before brushing his hair backwards. A strand found itself away from your grasp and it stayed in front of his face. You tilted your head to examine him and your jaw dropped. Sitting him up, much to his dismay, you looked at him up and down, still struck by his sudden new found appearance. Then you had the genius idea of taking his glasses off, which put the cherry on top.

To say he was handsome was an understatement.

“Sosuke, have you ever taken your glasses off and pulled your hair backwards?”

“Not particularly, I'm pretty blind, and I like my hair this way.” You only laughed at his response before ruffling his hair and putting his glasses back on, and him laying his head back on your lap. The two of you continued to bask in the outside, as you took your place laying down next to him. You both stare up at the tree, enjoying the silence. Then Sosuke props his arms up to support him, looking down at you, with a genuine look of appreciation;

“Nobody except for you knows this but.. I have a lot of pressure on my shoulder, due to family issues, so spending time with you has lessened that burden. This has been one of the best times in my life. Thank you.”

You almost feel like you could cry, as you meet his level you pressed your lips against his cheek. He pulls away and corrects you, kissing you in the lips. Your lips quivered as you felt the love and tenderness of this exchange. It felt new and more pure than ever. Like the night sky lit up with fireworks. All the foolish teenage feelings of love came rushing. Your heart exploded with newfound happiness. You pull away and at that moment your heart was moving your body for you.

“Sosuke- I love you.”

It’s as if time had stopped and you both just stared at each other. Hearing your heart beat faster than you’d ever hear it before. Your face starts getting red, as he just looks at you with awe. Never having to hear those words except from his mother, he felt on top of the world right now. You were the one for him. The love of his life.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“YOU TWO SAID LOVE?!”

Masaki and Rangiku were jaw dropped on the floor struck by your confession. The three of you sat in a circle playing cards and had take out for dinner. You couldn’t leave your girls hanging, and so you told them what you two did today, excluding the part he told you in confidence. They hung onto every word, listening like they were proud big sisters, which they really were, age wise. They have their own boyfriends, so a fair share of the word ‘love’ goes around amongst themselves. Isshin practically told Masaki he loved her from the very start, and Rangiku told Gin first, after a long waiting game. They were both surprised when you’d come to find to use that word. Out of the three, you were the one unlikely to settle down, due to your wild nature and not wanting to be tied down or affected by anyone. So it came as a surprise when Sosuke Aizen had swept you off your feet from them. However, the support was unconditional. Love and partners didn’t come often with you, and they knew that. So it must be serious-

“But we aren’t together..?”

Jaw on the floor once more. They both stare at you in defeat. It was a hard read, maybe you two will be together officially, eventually. You shook off their reaction and grinned sheepishly, “What’s the problem? We’re just enjoying each other's company right now. No need to rush the formalities!” It felt like you were in denial but it was a genuine reaction. They also understood your thought process. It was part of their relationship with you. They wanted you to be happy, so whatever had achieved that they supported.

The three of you played a bit more until they went out on a double date, and as they walked out, Aizen greeted them, stepping inside. You wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your forehead. You two discussed what he was doing today as you cleaned the kitchen. After he walked you home he hung out with Gin, and went golfing. He then went to the gym after and then showered. Studied before coming over to you. Very typical Sosuke day. You had gone home, studied, napped, and then hung out with your girls. You two laid on your bed until you turned towards him, kissing his cheek.

“I love you.” It was so sweet and rolled off his tongue naturally. He placed his face in the crook of your neck, repeating those words over and over again, as you repeated it back, smitten at his actions. You groaned as his lips started kissing your skin, licking and biting gently- goal to leave love bites. Your pleasure was his pleasure, the reactions were heaven to him. Your hands grip his shoulders gently.

He held onto your body, slight calloused hands pressed against your soft waist. Dragging his hands downward, his fingers leave trails of pleasure that make the hairs on your skin stand up. The trajectory changes, his hands suddenly going towards your chest. He moves on top of you, straddling you and looking down at you, with lust in his eyes. His hands clasp at your neck, gently examining your throat, then unbuttoning your shirt. He smirks, noticing the braless look. You’d only stare with a blush on your face. This had signaled him to continue.

Sosuke dips his head, kissing your collarbone lightly, then moving down the valley of your tits, as he takes one hand, flicking at your nipples. He stops in between your chest and listens to your heart. You could hear him chuckle and he resumes, squeezing at you softly. You moaned, lips pursed. You felt like you were going to explode. His subtle touching made you feel so inexperienced and timid. Sosuke snaps his head to a nipple, sucking and biting a bit to gauge your reaction. When you arch your back, he wrapped an arm around your waist, the other going for the opportunity to snake down to the hem of your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin to tease you.

The silence was deafening, but it felt so right not to say anything. He takes two fingers and glides down the fabric, to your sex, and pressing down. You squeezed your eyes shut as excitement rushes out. Another chuckle, and eyes wander to scan your beautiful face, as gentle fingers start to rub at your clit. Jolts of electricity fly out of your body, needing a sudden release. Surely you couldn’t orgasm immediately? It had been so long since you touched yourself there, saving yourself for him to do so. Everything felt hot, your pussy was throbbing with need, with voracity. You needed him to stop playing with you, but he kept rubbing, applying more pressure as time went on.

As you go to open your mouth, Sosuke slides your panties to the side and inserts his finger inside you, exhibiting an insanely loud reaction out of you, causing him to flinch in response- a good thing.

“B-Baby!” You threw your head back, and that made him feel dizzy. That made him feel so fucking horny- hearing you call him baby- your sexy cries, the shake in your voice. That made him want to fuck the shit out of you so badly. He needed you- he felt feral- but he wanted to take his time. This wasn’t something he was well versed in, so he wanted to explore. He wanted to make an impact on you. Leave you wanting more of him.

“Does it feel good, darling?” He hums, inserting a second finger, leaving your writhing, wanting to collapse when you’ve already been laid out. Your words don’t come out, but you nod, breath ragged with ecstasy. You squeezed around him, and that electrocuted you into crying out and orgasming around his fingers. Sosuke stared at you with infatuation, with need. You were the woman for him.

You smiled warily, looking down at him as you trail his actions. He comes back up towards you, kissing your forehead as he drinks in your flushed, disheveled look. Utterly in love with the sight of you, he pulls you up to his chest, skin to skin, as his hard cock lay on top of your stomach. You were doing backflips. Your heart beating out of your chest as to why he was doing this so casually, unknowing at how it made you feel. You couldn’t take it anymore as you pulled away from him. He looked at you hazy and quizzical.

Delicate fingers wrap around his dick, and he falls back, breathing unevenly. You decided to fight back against him, as you got on all fours, and started to move your hands, grip getting tighter. He eyes you, lids half closed, and the butterflies in your stomach come back tenfold at the noises he makes. He sure was loud, and he loved that you enjoyed it. You dip, tongue dripping in saliva as it hits his tip. Sosuke shudders in anticipation. Your lips envelope his length.

You swirled, then once fully coated you pushed down, eyes closed, breathing through your nose. You could hear the groans he was making. It was music to your ears, you go deeper, and that elicited even louder noises. He was calling your name as you bobbed up and down, making sure to steady yourself so you didn’t gag. Sosukes hand finds his way to your crown and hums in pleasure. Seeing you in this position, in this state, made something inside him snap.

“You’re such a good girl.. Pleasing me like that. I love you baby girl.” That sent you haywire. You picked up the pace, his hips bucking into your mouth. You no longer cared if gag reflexes were a thing. You loved this. He made you feel so so good. You kept going until your jaw started to hurt. He’d notice since your pace became sloppy. He was almost there, but he stopped you. “You did amazing, love. Let me take it from here.” You gave him a little nod, and he pulls you into a kiss. Another passionate one. You could get used to this.

You lay back, and he grips your thighs, locking you around his waist as he positioned himself on top of you. He gets close to you, chest touching as he goes into kiss you. Melting into it you didn’t notice he was pushing himself into you until you felt the penetration pain. You gasped and he took that time to snake his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, and dancing with your tongue. He almost comes at how tight you were around him, but he manages to relax. The throbbing made him want to go insane. You nod at him to let him know you were ready to continue and he strokes, slow but deep.

Arms envelop his shoulders, but before you could lock it, he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. Your eyes meet again, this time he had a darker tint to it. He was sitting up now, his thrust getting faster, more animalistic. His carnal desire was ramping up, and he needed to make you his. He wanted to imprint himself onto you for the rest of your life.

He slammed into you repeatedly, balls hitting your skin, as you cried his name he grabs your leg with a free hand and lays it on his chest, your feet facing the ceiling. Tears threatened to spill. You were seeing stars and the constellations in the night sky as he pounded into you. You were slightly drooling. You were a hot mess, and Sosuke just stares obsessed with this scene unfolding. You look like you were about to cry and cum all over him. You looked like a sweet princess, and he was taking your innocence from you. It made him feel so empowered. You loved how sweaty he was, how messy he looked.

As you neared your release he stopped. Your eyes snap open, blinking in confusion, and feeling it slip away. You prop yourself up to speak to him but he starts again, gaining a yelp from you, but this time he was going even faster. The way he was going was almost as if he was scratching an itch you had. Your stomach started feeling crazy, you started getting dizzy.

“S-Sosuke I’m going to cum..” You mumbled, senseless, eyes veiled with pleasure. “Cum for me baby. Show me how much you love me.” Your body fell limp, as your body surged, legs shaking as you screamed his name, cumming around him. As if that wasn’t enough, you milked his cock. Wrapping so beautifully tight around him, preventing him from pulling back out, causing him to grunt, your name escaping his lips as he released inside of you. Sosuke immediately pulls out, and that sensation itself causes you to squirt all over him. A squeal befalls your mouth as liquid comes oozing out of you. You were such a delicious mess. He almost cums again at the sight of you sticky with his cum, sweaty, and fucked to perfection. Oh how gorgeous you looked for him.

After savoring your sight he lays down next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and holding you closer to him. He kisses your forehead, then your lips, then looks you in the eyes, the dark tint no longer there, “I love you. Y/N.” He mumbles, and you look at him through glossed orgasmic eyes, “I love you too Sosuke..” you managed back.

Sosuke Aizen, a man of very few words, couldn’t believe he was laying here, with a woman he loved so dearly, after such little time together. He was okay with this exchange. He was more than okay with it. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend, but he wanted to get the timing right so badly. Maybe he will take you out to dinner? Flowers and all. He wanted you to feel the moment. He wanted you to know that he wanted to be with you. What just happened was a perfect moment for him to ask, but he wanted to do it correctly, like he always wanted to.

Morning arrives, and you wake up. Groggy with no energy, you move your legs, only to feel it unstick to each other. Your body shudders, a bit put off by the noise it made, as you look to your left and a sleeping Aizen lays there. You beamed at the sight of, taking a mental picture of him, before you got up to shower. You hummed in the shower, legs slightly numb from last night as you thought about your day and what's to come. Maybe you and Sosuke can go out for breakfast and then study together like normal, and then catch a movie? Maybe go out with your friends and talk to them about what the heck just happened? Or maybe stay at home, recover, rest and just order food? The possibilities were endless. You were going to ponder a bit more until you felt hands on your waist.

You yelped as Sosuke's lips made contact with your shoulder, and that eased you immediately. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He mutters, most likely still sleepy. “Good morning, baby.” You mumbled back, enjoying this exchange. “What do you wanna do today?” You ask, as you both washed yourselves. “I’ve gotta head home real quick to change, and then I will be back to pick you up. We can get breakfast together?” You nodded, pleased with that idea.

The news left you heartbroken.

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daisygirlwrites · 2 years ago

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I was wondering if I could get a platonic Simon ghost Riley headcanon of just simply being best friends with him ??

Rough Start (pt 1)

Summary: The first few months of Ghost and Crash's relationship

(pt 2-olive branch)

(pt 3-little things)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and death. Mentions of verbal abuse. Slight Angst

Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! Reader (Platonic)

Note: No use of (Y/N). Crash's former callsign was 'Shrike'

a/n: hello hello! im so sorry that i've been late with posting, my schedule keeps changing >:0 but i am finding times to write! as you can see, this is going to be a multi part because i had no self control when writing these headcanons. not sure how long it's going to be but i do know that the next part will be up this week! another thing, just passed 200 followers! i will make a separate post about itbut please send me asks/request! thank you so much for reading!

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He, along with Price, heard the rumors going around you. It was said that your skills were similar to his and that people called you “Little Ghost” behind your back. Like him, your specialty is sabotage and infiltration. Both men do some digging into your file.

Ghost was sent a redacted report, wanting to see what skills and training you’ve had but not really interested in your past. On the other hand, Price and Laswell were given the uncensored one.

Some parts of the report made his eyebrow raise though. Especially the one about your former team and their last ‘mission’. At this point he was curious and wanted to take a look of Price’s copy because some of the things he read was:

“Captain Lovelace Reported Dead” “Section Name: ‘BIRD'S NEST’; Turned Against Each Other” “Multiple Buildings On Fire” “Three Survivors: [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [(LASTNAME)]”

Hell, your (former) callsign was covered with a black line too

But again, he looked over your skill list and previous experiences. If he were to compare an old file of his to your current file, it would be identical. No wonder why Price wants you so badly on the task force, you’re a younger Ghost

He gets called in by Price to have a meeting about your recruitment. He wanted to know Ghost’s opinion about you, though, his mind is already made up about having you on the team. Ghost tells him that having you would be beneficial and that the task force needs more members anyway. But what he doesn’t tell Price is his hesitation for you. Files and reports are one thing but he needs to see you in action to be fully convinced

Price, knowing Ghost for years now, can see the slight uncertainty in his eyes. To help with this, he and Laswell call up old contacts and former teammates that worked with you. All of them give you a glowing review but Ghost remains unconvinced. That is until Price contacts Mace, a former operator that Ghost used to work with.

“Just need your honest opinion about her.” Price said to the phone.

“About Shrike? Well, let’s see; Quiet, does what she’s told, hell of a shot and handy with knives too,” Mace paused for a second, trying to find the right words for what he was going to say next. “She’s still young and honestly, she can benefit with some training but I’m telling you, Price, she reminds me of Ghost when I worked with him seven years ago.”

Laswell made a face, as if she were to say ‘I’m impressed’, while Price eyed Ghost, studying his eyes for any reaction.

“You don’t say?”

“Look, if you don’t want her on the task force, I will gladly have her join my crew.”

Price lets out a soft chuckle, “Sorry Mace, I think we’ll have her transferred to us.”

As Price and Laswell finalize your transfer, Ghost starts making his way out of the office. Price stops him. “Simon,” He calls out. It was rare for him to get called by his last name, let alone his first. Hand already on the doorknob, he turns his head, facing Price. He watches him take a breath, before stating “You’ll be mentoring her.”

“I’m sorry sir, what?”

“You heard me. You’re going to be her mentor.”

Ghost lets out a scoff, “I don’t want to play babysitter, Captain.”

“Out of everyone in the team, she shares the same skillset as you. Plus, it shouldn't take long before she catches up.” Ghost looks away, not wanting Price to know that the last comment bothered him. All he could do was nod and leave.

Fast forward a couple weeks. He, Price and Laswell stand outside the base, watching planes and helicopters land and take off, waiting for your arrival. After a couple minutes, they see a Black Hawk touch down a couple hundred feet in front of them. The blades slow down as the side door opens. Out walks you, a duffle bag in each hand and a rifle case strapped to your back. Spotting the trio, you walk to their direction

Ghost stares at you as you walk towards them. For one, you are much shorter than anticipated, probably around 5’4. Another thing that he notices is your outfit; black hoodie, black cargo pants and a simple black facemask. Price looks at you two and takes note that you look like Ghost’s mini-me, matching outfit and all.

Price was the first to greet you, and ever the gentleman, takes one of your bags even though you respectfully refused. “Now you can properly shake my hand.”

Laswell was next but she gives you a look, as if she were trying to remember something (or someone). Still your introduction was pleasant.

Ghost stayed silent as he watched your interactions with each other. He didn’t even say anything to you as you held out your hand and told him your name and rank. There’s an awkward air between you two and Price watches on, only stepping in to introduce Ghost himself. “This is Lieutenant Simon Riley, your mentor.”

Finally, he returns your handshake. “Call me Ghost.”

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Training doesn’t start until after your first mission together, which is literally the day after you got to base. Price was concerned at first but Ghost reasons with him; he wants to see how you do when being thrown in the deep end

And you do better than he expected you to. He understands what everyone is saying now and why they wanted you in their team; you may be young and have many things to work on, but you have the potential to be like him. As he is in the height of his career, within years time and training, you have the ability to surpass him.

This makes him a bit conflicted. For one, it’s an advantage to have someone like you in the team but on the other hand he’s worked hard and suffered through so much to be where he is now, so seeing you, young and even optimistic at times, makes him jealous. And Price’s comment stuck with him. A part of Ghost feels like he’s going to get replaced by a younger and better verison in a couple years

So when training does start, he treats you as if you were in basic again and he doesn’t hold back either, especially with how you are on the field.

Price thinks Ghost goes a little too rough in the training sessions but he doesn’t know his jealousy towards you

Will nitpick at every little mistake you do, yelling and shouting as he does so. Has called you stupid, idiot and weak. Does not hold back his strength during hand to hand.

But time and time again, you get up, hands and arms anticipating his next moves, blinking away tears that threaten to spill in front of him. Honestly, this makes him respect you whenever you do this and it also pisses him off even more.

During missions, you are amazing but Ghost wants perfection. He only talks about the objective and anything relating to it. However, when you get back to base, even if the mission goes well, he reprimands you on what you did wrong and what you could have done better. And like how he is during training, he isn’t nice about it either.

This hostile attitude towards you goes for about four months since you joined the team. The rest of the 141 made comments towards him about it but never really stepped in, mostly with how you’re taking everything and not letting it bother you. Yes you’re quiet and shy in the group, but they’ve seen your small acts of kindness. Helping to put gear away, getting them drinks and snacks during breaks and cleaning up the meeting room after it’s done.

But you are still human and you have your limits too. Everything that he throws at you starts to chip the mask you wore whenever he yells. And tonight, you were at the breaking point.

The mission went well, all things considered. Objective cleared and only leaving with some minor injuries too. However during the mission, you noticed some movement from the corner of your eye. An enemy and he was close behind Ghost. You were going off of instincts, immediately pulling out your knife and chucking it towards the man behind him. From Ghost’s perspective, you literally turned around and threw a knife in his direction. He would have screamed at you if it weren’t for the sound of a man choking on his own blood. Ghost turns his head and finds the said man, slumped down against the wall dying and your knife stuck in his neck. Grabbing the handle, twisting it for good measure, he takes it out and hands it back to you. You feel a small sense of pride and happiness when he nods at you.

Thinking that you did good in the mission, maybe this time Ghost won’t yell at you afterwards. But you were very wrong. Once you enter the main building at base, he goes off on you. And your heart breaks all over again, confused at why he keeps doing this and angry at yourself for believing you did something correct.

Price and Soap step in, between you two, to defend your actions and even call him out on his behavior.

Honestly, at this point, Ghost just wants to see you blow up and he believes that you will. But to his shock, you put a gentle hand on Price and Soap’s shoulders and shake your head. You step towards him, meeting his eyes.

There’s a usual ‘sparkle’ in your eyes but this time, you look like you’re dead inside. Months of this verbal abuse, you’re done and he can tell.

The rest of the team step back to give you some space, the room filled with uncomfortable silence.

Your voice, barely above a whisper, questioned him “Why do you hate me?” You search his eyes for an answer, a sign, anything. But he doesn’t give you one, so you guess instead. “Is it because you envy me?”

Ghost eyes widen and you scoff in response, finally getting the message and leaving the room without acknowledging the others.

The team didn’t hear what you were saying but they can tell that it properly pissed off Ghost, watching his hands ball up into fists. However, he doesn’t go after you because in the end, you were right

Part 2 Here!

Part 3 There!

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lyworth · 15 days ago

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Hi, I'm Lyworth! I've been writing in the HL Fandom for a little over a year now. My works are mainly about Ominis x MC (Allegra), who I've also been drawing art for here on my tumblr. Here's a masterlist of my work, with my one-shots placed under a cut to avoid having a very long post. Come say hi if you give them a read! ❤️

Green is the Color - Rated E, Complete

AO3 | Wattpad

Friends to Lovers ♦️ Found Family ♦️ Fluff and Angst

Canon-compliant retelling of the last half of Hogwarts Legacy. Follows Ominis, MC, and Seb well into their adult years. Multi-POV.

"The good thing about not having sight, Ominis Gaunt used to joke, was that he at least had good sense."

A Song of Saints and Sinners - Rated M

AO3 | Wattpad

Rivals to Lovers ♦️ Sass and Banter ♦️ Mystery ♦️Drama

A retelling of the In the Shadows questline, with aged-up characters and a darker twist on Ancient Magic. Multi-POV. Also, a dog named Cat.

“Miss Chant,” came Ominis’ tired greeting. “Why is it always you?”

“Is that it, then?” Allegra said, voice raspy. “No, ‘Are you alright? I’m so glad you didn’t die,’ or ‘What happened to you, I’m so happy you’re still alive?’”

“Are you alright? What happened to you?” Ominis echoed flatly.“I’m so glad you didn’t die.”

The Unfortunate Inevitability of You and Me - Rated M

AO3 | Wattpad

Arranged Marriage ♦️ Pureblood Culture ♦️ Revenge

Ominis' plan has always been to run from the Gaunt name. But now she is involved, and now it is extremely personal. Or: Ominis and MC plan a heist to get out of an arranged marriage, and, oopsie, they fall in love. Ominis POV.

"But what makes this worse—what makes this whole thing worse—is that she is not a stranger, not some girl pruned and picked for this purpose. She is Ominis’ friend. His best friend, who he’s loved from the start."

Fate, Tailor-Made - Rated M

AO3 | Wattpad

Second Chance Romance ♦️ Pining ♦️ Miscommunication

Ominis misses the chance to Kiss the Girl. Nearly a decade later, he finds her working as a tailor, and everything comes rushing back.

The sensation that taunts him the most is the feeling of her lips just there , less than an inch away. He remembers her breaths puffing gently, invitingly against his mouth. Sometimes he can still hear her breath hitch as he leans in. Waiting. Wondering. Wanting, perhaps, just as much as he did.

But what Ominis remembers—and dreams of the most—is the part where he pulls away.

The Desk - Rated E

AO3

Rough Sex ♦️ Brat Tamer Ominis ♦️ Unholy Things are Done on A Desk

A fight can be resolved in many, many ways. Bending his current source of anger over a desk is just one of Ominis' favourite methods.

His hands found the seam of her stockings. They were soft beneath his touch. Allegra was a woman who was always covered in the finest silks and the softest cottons, and as delicious as she felt in them, Ominis had always wanted to–

He fisted his fingers into her stockings, shoved her legs further apart, and pulled at the sheer material until he felt a satisfying rip.

1 New Message - Rated T

AO3

Chat Fic ♦️ Modern AU

Ominis is partnered with a near-stranger for chemistry. For the first time in his life, he finds himself checking his phone more and more often.

Allegra Chant (Chemistry)

2:47 p.m.

Pretty please? <3

Ominis

2:49 p.m.

Pretty please? Are we 12???

Of Aligning the Stars - Rated M

AO3

Pining ♦️ Drama ♦️ Fluff and Sweetness

To Allegra Chant, Ominis shines brighter than anyone else in Hogwarts. For him, she won't wait for the stars to align: she'll go up there and make them. Green is the Color spin-off.

But for now, she came to some other realization: it was incredibly pleasant to just be sitting in History of Magic with Ominis.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #fanfiction #masterlist

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yayeetsonny · 11 months ago

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One can only take so much… before they break

(Alex Morgan X OC)

Hi, yes i know i’ve been away for a very long time, but I wanted to give this writing thing another shot to see if I still had anything left in the tank. Hopefully this isn’t the most dreadful thing you’ve ever read. So sorry if it is. Please be advised this one deals with some very strong emotions and topics. Implied mental abuse, Suicidal ideation and just overall sadness and anxiety. This will be a multi parter as my fingers got away from me lol.

This one is 99% Alex x OC, although the character’s name is never dropped as I wasn’t sure if I was going to make this an x reader fic or not. If anyone has any name suggestions at the end I’m all ears. And future parts will definitely be more USWNT x OC

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Everything is your fault. It always is. Why can’t you do anything right?! It all fell apart because of you! You know that, and so do they. They hate you for it. Your own mother won’t even talk to you.

“Hey, kid… Kid?…Dude!” I was so lost in thought I didn’t even hear one of my teammates calling out to me.

“Huh? What?” I looked up to see Alex looking down at me worriedly.

“Are you okay little duck?” She said squatting down so she was eye level with me. She put her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly raising an eyebrow when i didn’t say anything immediately.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I said softly, making a poor attempt at a smile but I’m fairly certain it came across as a grimace instead. I looked down and refused to look back up even though I could feel Alex trying to get me to look at her.

“Hey… what is it?” She said moving her head so she could look into my eyes, which at this point were watering and I was doing my very best to force the tears away.

“I-It’s nothing… I-I’m fine.” I said, my voice breaking. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes and I stood up and tried to make a quick get away, but Alex wasn’t having it.

“Stop, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” She put her hands on my shoulders to try and stop me from leaving but I pushed her off and started to walk away.

“I said I’m fine, just drop it Alex. Please.” I gave up trying to stop the tears, they were freely flowing now and i let out a sob as I broke into a full sprint when I heard her starting to follow me, calling out to me. I ran passed several of our fellow national team, teammates who were watching everything unfold.

I beat her to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made a mad dash to my car, getting in and attempting to regulate my breathing. The tears were still coming in full force, sobs racked my body as I tried and failed to calm myself down. How pathetic is this? Crying like a big baby, because your mommy made you sad? I really am weak aren’t I? No that’s not true. The girls always tell me I’m strong and that I’m their brave big girl. Yeah it’s a bit baby-ish but it gets the point across. I wrestled with my own thoughts and was so engrossed in arguing with myself that i didn’t even realize I made it back to my apartment already. I also didn’t hear my phone ringing incessantly while I drove. I hesitated a bit seeing as it was Alex, probably trying to figure out where i went. It almost went to voicemail before i decided to answer.

“Hello” my voice was raw from all the crying I did, but I sounded more tired than distraught now.

“Baby, where did you go? What happened back there? Why did you run away? Please talk to me. I’m worried about you.” She said all in one breath, I bit my lip contemplating my answer. Then i took a deep breath and decided to just bite the bullet and be at least partially truthful.

“I… um, I was going thru a-a lot during the break between camps, I mean I guess I still am going thru a lot right now, given my very apparent meltdown earlier. I-I’m sorry Alex, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again, I swear.” My damn voice started breaking again as the tears started back up.

“Hey, hey, hey… little one, please breathe, you’re okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. Take deep, slow breaths, in and out.” she said gently, guiding me thru some breathing exercises until my breathing was less erratic. “Can you tell me where you are please? I’m going to come get you and we’ll talk this through and maybe we can order a pizza and watch movies, what do you say?” She asked, I could tell she was trying to remain calm but I could hear her voice quiver just slightly. She was scared, and rightfully so, this isn’t the first time I’d run off and usually when i did, I became self destructive at worst and let myself rot in bed for a week at best.

“I’m at the apartment.” I said and she let out a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.

“Okay good. I’m on my way, be there in 10. Stay there, please.”

I took one last deep breath before I got out of the car and made my way inside. I intended to sit on the couch and wait for her to get home but then the more i thought about having to talk to Alex about what’s been going on the more anxious i became. I started pacing and started mumbling to myself about what i was going to say and how I was going to say it. I wanted to let Alex in but I knew if I wasn’t careful I would let her in too much and I wasn’t ready for that. Being 17 and all my ability to regulate my emotions and understand them wasn’t the best as I’m sure you��ve already figured out.

10 minutes went by quickly and Alex was there before i knew it. She quickly made her way inside and dropped her bag by the door, coming up to me and taking me by the shoulders again to get me to stop pacing.

“Stop, please. You’re spiraling, what’s going on?”

“I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what? Is it your family? Soccer?”

“Family.” I mumbled, attempting to yank myself out of her grasp but she just wrapped her arms around my torso tightly so i couldn’t run away. “Let go Alex I can’t do this. Please let go.” I kept fighting against her hold but she wasn’t relenting, and while i would’ve denied it in the moment, I needed that.

“Shh, shh bub, just relax. I’ve got you. I’m here now it’s all gonna be okay, okay? I promise. Please just let me help you.” She said softly and I finally just allowed her to fully pull me against her chest, she relaxed her grip just slightly moving one of her hands to the back of my head, stroking my hair softly, resting her chin on the top of my head. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.” She whispered, and she continued to mumble reassurances to me as she rocked me in her arms slightly.

“Do we have to talk about this?” I mumbled.

“Yeah kid unfortunately we do. You know the rules when you decide to run away like you did earlier.” She kissed my head before picking me up with ease and moving us to the couch. She kept her hold on me and let me curl up into her lap, I tucked my head in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t want to.” I attempted to say firmly but it came out as a whine.

“Remember what I said? It’ll all be okay. I know this is scary but I’m not going anywhere and anything you tell me isn’t going to scare me away. I promise you. You’re my brave big girl, hmm?”

“I’m 17, you know?” I said in an attempt to seem tough.

“And that’s why i said you’re a big girl. But you’re still the baby on the team and little one to me.” She said chuckling softly. “You can do this.” she said after a moment rubbing my arm gently.

“I can do this.” I repeated to myself. I moved myself out of the safety of Alex’s arms slightly, putting some distance between us and turning to fully face her, steeling myself for the tough conversation ahead. I’m a very sensitive and emotional person so these conversations always make me cry no matter how much I try to stop it.

Do you want me to call the rest of the girls? Is this something they should know about too?”

“Too many people. Not ready, I think it’s better if I tell you everything first and then maybe only tell them the gist of it after.”

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll do. Whenever you’re ready.”

“I guess I’ll start at the beginning. So you know how in between camps and during off season I go home to be with my family? Well I went and everything fell apart, and it’s all my fault. Just like everything always is.”

“Hey, no don’t say that.” She cut me off, she hates when i am self deprecating.

“Its true though. I fucked everything up. You know how my brother and I work at the same place right? Well and you know how my shift is closing? So I work 1-10pm? Which my mom hates.” She nodded her head as I was talking to let me know she was following along. “Well one night it was bad… The weather was horrendous because in my hometown we get a lot of snow. A-and so one of the days I worked I was one of the f-few people to show up and, when everything was all said and done there was a huge mess left behind from the disaster of a day we had….” I was beginning to become emotional just thinking about what had happened that night, and i hated that it still made me feel such strong emotions.

“It’s okay, do you want to keep going?” Alex asked me softly, stroking the back of my head softly. she knew sometimes that talking about things was hard for me and that i needed to take breaks in order to get the whole story out.

“Yes i need to. I can do it.” I said determinedly. Blinking away the tears.

“Anyways, it was a mess and being a “Back up Team lead” sometimes i made a decision to send everyone else home and clean up. And since my brother worked on overnights I called him and asked him to come help me clean up so that i could go home at a semi-reasonable time. He came over to help but when they wanted to send him back to his normal area he refused and he s-started arguing with his boss about how he was going to choose family over his job at the moment and they d-didn’t like that so they sent him home for the night, and he didn’t have a car so he called my mom to pick him up…” I stopped to catch my breath as i realize I hadn’t been breathing

“Shh, easy baby, nice, slow deep breaths, you’re doing so good.” She said. I hadn’t been looking at Alex very much this whole time but when I finally did I could see unshed tears in her eyes. I knew it was hard for her any time i was upset or emotional in a negative way. She gently wiped away the tears that made their way down my cheeks.

“My mom came to get him, and then she called me, and she was angry, she demanded I come home so I did and when I got there she told me she had a lot of opinions about what happened but she was just going to keep her mouth shut. She told me to get out of her sight so I did. She wouldn’t even look at me. Just like that I was transported back to when I was a little kid and she would get angry and she would just tell me she didn’t want to look at me. It felt like a knife to the chest. I didn’t understand what i did to upset her so much and I knew she wouldn’t tell me. All part of her “healing process.” I said bitterly.

“Fast forward to the next morning, I woke up to the news my brother had been fired. I called him to apologize and I asked him what our mom said to him and he said that she blames me for him getting fired. She said I should have known better. I knew how much he needed that job.” My hands were shaking and my breathing was ragged as I played with the strings of my hoodie.

“That wasn’t your fault, you have to know that.”

“Yes it was. It is. He hasn’t found a job since and he-he’s struggling again. You remember what happened last time he was struggling don’t you? I can’t do that again, I can’t! Everything he does, every decision he makes that’s not good is my fault. My mom wants me to be “an example” for him but he’s older! How fucking twisted is that?! Why are things never his fault?!” I yelled standing up suddenly startling Alex.

“Okay, okay let’s take a break hmm?” Alex stood up holding up her hands to show me she meant no harm.

“No! You don’t get it! Everything is my fault! My own mother thinks so! I know he’s struggling but can’t she see I’m struggling too?! ” I threw a plastic cup that was on the table across the room.

“Stop. Now. We don’t throw things when we’re upset, do you understand?” Alex said sternly.

My lip wobbled as I started crying again. “I’ve spent the last 4 years trying my very best to hold my family together through everything we’ve been thru. I got my brother the job working where i do and now I’m the reason he lost it. And now he and his girlfriend risk being homeless because she doesn’t have a job either. And if they lose their apartment they move back home with my mom, which means I’ll probably have to move back to be there with her because I can’t just leave her there by herself with them. It wouldn’t be fair. Which in turn means I’ll have to put my life on hold. The life I finally made for myself.”

I’m so tired of being emotional exhausted. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t even want to be alive anymore.”

“Woah, hold on… what do you mean by that?” Alex’s eyes widened as she processed what i said.

“I mean what I just said I don’t want to be alive anymore okay? I want the pain to stop. I need it to stop.”

The silence that followed was long and tense. I immediately regretted saying what i said. But realized i couldn’t walk it back. Alex finally took a deep breath and began speaking again.

“How long have you been feeling this way? Do you- Do you have a plan?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking as she did.

“No I don’t have a plan, I just sometimes think about how much easier it would be if I wasn’t here anymore. And sometimes I think about hurting myself but i haven’t acted on it. And i’ve been feeling this way since last year, when my mom and i got into that big blowout fight at Thanksgiving. You know she didn’t even want me moving out here? She’s never really let that fight go.” I laughed hollowly.

“Thank you for telling me, and being honest with me. I know that wasn’t easy. Why didn’t your mom want you to move out here?”

“She thinks you and the girls have too much of an influence over me. She thinks you guys are “changing” me. She threatened to force me to quit playing soccer all together.”

“What? Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?”

“It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Didn’t seem relevant?! How’s that? If i had known that I would’ve just had you move out here permanently!”

“Alex…”

“No I’m serious! I understand you’re still 17 but you’re out of high school and you should be able to decide your own path.

“I’ve been trying, but the situation with my brother gives her more reason to say i should just quit playing.

Alex goes quietly again and I can tell she’s thinking. I can tell she’s angry. She has never really liked my mom and visa versa, their relationship is courteous at best.

“I think sometimes you forget that you’re still a kid. I know that you have had a lot put on your shoulders and that a lot is expected of you, but your brothers choices that night are not your fault and I’m sorry he’s having a hard time and he might have to move back home, which yes will be hard for your mom but that doesn’t mean that you have to give up your life for them. They will be okay. I promise you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes i do, you wanna know how I know?” She said and I nodded meekly.

“I know because your brother is strong, and so is your mom. And while i’ve never met her I’m sure his girlfriend is too. You don’t have to hold anyone else up but yourself. Not anymore. Their emotions and their… predicaments are not yours to try and fix. i don’t want you going home for a while okay? It’s clear that it’s taking a toll on you and to be frank, This is your home. Here with me, With the other girls. We have you okay? And we will never leave you. Ever.”

I turned away from her and tried to calm myself completely. I was so over all the crying and I bet you are too.

“You’re probably so sick of me crying.” I said chuckling quietly. Alex Vehemently shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my head.

“Not at all, you needed to get it out. it’s never good to hold it all in like you did, you know that.”

“I know, I just…”

“Have a hard time letting yourself be vulnerable. I know love. I know. So here’s what we’re going to do. I think writing your thoughts out might help what do you think?”

“Maybe…” i said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry no one else will read it but you. And the only way anyone will ever know anything you write down is if you tell them. And I know you going home for part of the year is to help you be able to pay your half of the rent but don’t worry about it okay? I will cover any excess we have from the missing income okay? I meant it when I said your home was here with me.”

“Alex you don’t have to-….”

“Yes i do. You’re very important to me, and I care about you and the things you need. And right now you need a bit of a break.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Anything for you kid. Now listen I also want you to really consider talking to a therapist or a mental health professional about how you’ve been feeling okay? I won’t force you but I think you might benefit from it. And please talk to me, or one of the other girls if you feel like hurting yourself. I don’t want you to think you have to go thru that alone okay?”

“Okay i will.” She’s right, it’s probably about time i go to therapy, I’m still hesitant as sharing my feelings and the things i keep inside has never been my strong suit.

“Now, how about you go take a warm shower to calm down a bit more, I’ll order some pizzas and get the girls over here?”

“I’d like that.” I smiled softly and headed upstairs to do as she suggested.

About an hour later I was showered, comfy and sitting on the couch sandwiched between Alex and Christen. A “Chrislex” sandwich if you will. Tobin was on Christen’s left, Mal, Sam, Kristie, Rose and the rest of the team were laying as close to me as they could get and spread out through out the living room. Pizza was also spread out through the room as people shared with one another. We had Moana on as the girls said I could pick and that’s my go to movie. I was so focused on the movie i almost didn’t notice my phone buzzing at my side. I looked at the text that came thru and my heart dropped as I realized who it was from… My mom.

“You need to come home.”

Is all it said. My hands instantly started shaking and I had that panicking feeling rising in my chest again. Alex looked over at me curiously and I forced the fakest smile i could muster onto my face. I’m in deep shit now…

To Be Continued…

There will be a part 2 and the rest of the team will be in that one more, promise. Please let me know what you think!

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Hey there! So I know the post was made back in 2020 but do you have any more writing/context/info for the "rebel demon au"? Because I can only find one post about it (it was a snippet of writing with Lloyd and Morro) and holy crap it has been making my neurons fire. I need the context for it and also way more of that type of cousins dynamic for Lloyd and Morro PLEASE.

HNGH i am assuming this is the one you mean, but forgive me if i'm incorrect - i am so sorry because as of right now i have no plans to continue it (too many multi-chapts T-T) but!! that does mean i can dump the context/what i do have written on you below the cut (featuring the complete trainwreck that is how i plot things out)

Context:

aaand here is the snippet I originally posted with slightly more context:

The rebel laughed, a caustic, grating sound that almost reminded him of the siren screech’s he’d hear on the coast as a child, the kind that sent chills down his spine. Gritting his teeth, Kai shifted his grip on his sword. He could laugh all he wanted — it wasn’t going to stop Kai from wiping the dirt with his face when this was over.

“You think you’re all so noble,” the rebel spat, yellow-green eyes flashing from behind his mask. “Defending her royal highness. I should’ve expected as much from some brainless guard dog.”

Kai nearly flinched back at the venom in his voice, then set his expression in a glare. “I’d watch how you speak of the queen,” he grit out. “Those are some high and mighty words coming from a bunch of murderers.”

The rebel’s grip on his bow twitched, and for a brief second, Kai feared he would abandon all sense and just shoot him on the spot.

“We are not the murderers here,” the rebel hissed instead, his voice low with fury. “If you knew any better—“

A dark shadow sprang from the trees behind him, and the rebel had only a second’s warning before the hilt of Zane’s sword came bearing savagely into his head, sending him to the ground with a cry of pain. Kai wasted no time is rushing forward, kicking the rebel’s bow away before he could grab it. Zane came down beside him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them against his back in an iron hold as he thrashed.

“Thanks,” Kai said breathlessly. “That was a close one.”

Zane gave him a tight smile, his eyes flashing in the light of the fires still burning around them. “I’m simply glad I found you in time,” he said. He glanced down to the rebel seething on the ground, trapped firmly by Zane’s iron grip. “What should we do with him?”

Kai eyed the rebel shrewdly, making a face. “Probably tie ‘im up and bring him to the captain,” he said. “As much as I’d love to grind his face in the dirt, he could be valuable. Maybe.”

The rebel hissed at him. “You’d lose your hands before you tried such a thing—“

Zane shoved him down harshly, glaring at the back of his head. “You’re not in a position to make threats,” he said. He shifted his hold, glancing up at Kai. “Hand me your rope,” he said. “I’ll tie him up—“

“Don’t bother.”

All three heads turned in unison as the voice echoed across the clearing. Kai felt a flash of relief as Captain Killow strode toward them, the rest of their unit following. The sense of relief grew stronger as he spotted Jay and Cole in their ranks. They’d all come out alright, then.

The warrior had an entirely opposite reaction — he tensed in Zane’s hold, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“Better to kill him now,” Killow grinned.

Kai paused, staring at him. Zane blinked.

“Captain…?” he stared at him in confusion. “Wouldn’t it be better to take him prisoner? We know nothing about how many of them came here, and he could prove a valuable bartering piece.”

Kai nodded, Zane’s words making sense. Despite his irritation at the warrior for catching him off guard, killing him seemed like a waste.

Plus Kai…wasn’t exactly a fan of killing someone in cold blood like that. It wasn’t like the warrior had killed any of them, anyways. In fact, it looked as if their entire unit had survived relatively unscathed, which was odd.

“Don’t overstep yourself, Julien,” Killow snapped, and both Kai and Zane stiffened. “I said kill him, so kill him.”

Zane frowned, clearly at unease. “Captain, if I may—“

“What did I say, Julien,” Killow growled dangerously. Kai swallowed, exchanging wide-eyed glances with Zane.

“For the love of — I’ll do it myself, if you’re that useless,” Killow huffed, drawing his sword and striding toward them. The warrior burst unto a violent struggle, and Zane nearly lost his hold in surprise.

The sword glinted as Willow raised it high, face twisted in a savage grin. “Hold him still, if you can do even that—“

“Stop!”

Kai’s head jerked up as Killow’s did, the unfamiliar cry echoing across the clearing. The rest of their unit snapped to the defensive, bows and swords rising as they prepared to take out the unseen threat.

The warrior, however, went still, his eyes going wide. “No!” he suddenly yelled, seemingly uncaring of his own fate. “I told you to run, you idiot, I’m not worth it!”

Killow turned his head back to the warrior, lip curling in distaste. He raised his sword, preparing to swing it down across his neck, when the twang of a bow sounded across the clearing.

“I said stop!”

Kai brought his own sword up, staring at where the arrow had come from. Killow doubled over, hissing as he clutched at his wounded hand. Zane gave a sharp intake of breath, and Kai followed his gaze upwards.

Oh, he thought blankly. The threat had been above them the entire time.

Nearly obscured by the shadows, the figure jumped down from his spot in the tree above them, landing neatly just in front of them. Kai immediately recognized him as the shorter rebel, the one with the frightened red eyes.

The fear had left them now, and instead the eyes were smoldering, fixed into an obvious glare at Killow as he leveled his bow at his head. Kai shook himself, bringing his sword back up and preparing to charge.

“Don’t touch him,” the smaller rebel snapped. Kai blinked. Despite the fury in his voice, the warrior’s voice was impossibly young, barely sounding older than Nya.

“You’re outnumbered,” Zane spoke up, before he anyone else could react. “What do you hope to achieve here?”

The boy’s grip on his bow tightened, his gaze never leaving Killow, who was now staring between both masked rebels in fury.

“Don’t you dare,” the rebel beneath Zane snapped, but Kai could hear the terror in his voice. “Don’t—“

“A trade,” the shorter rebel spoke over him, his voice wavering briefly. “Me for him.”

Killow gave a barking laugh. “And what makes you think you’re worth anything?” he sneered. “You’d be dead in minutes if you fired that bow. You’re in no position to be bargaining here.”

The boy tensed, then lowered his bow, slowly. The other rebel gave a strangled curse, and Zane had to strain to keep him pinned.

“No!” he cried, struggling anew. “I’m not worth it, idiot!”

His hand trembling slightly, the boy raised a hand to his his mask, pulling the dark fabric down. Blond hair so pale it looked white in the darkness tumbled down, framing a face that was far younger than Kai could’ve guessed. But the resemblance in his jawline and the bright red eyes were unmistakeable. Kai heard low murmurs filter between the unit behind them.

“I’d say I’m worth something,” the boy said, tightly. “But you can check with your princess if you want.”

The scowl melted from Killow’s face, his teeth flashing as his mouth spread into a grin. “Garmadon’s son,” he laughed. “So this is what you’ve been reduced to.”

Kai sucked in a breath. Behind him, he heard Jay start muttering frantically.

Garmadon’s son. The offspring of the demon dragon that terrorized their kingdom, that nearly destroyed them all before Harumi had intervened. The spawn of the devil, and he was…

A fairly unimpressive kid.

The son of Garmadon’s eyes sparked, and he bared his teeth. “You know who I am.” A sliver of smoke escaped his lips, and Killow jerked back in alarm, the other soldiers following suit. Kai blinked, feeling at loss here. “You know what I can do.”

“Fire-breather,” Killow cursed. “Just like your old man, huh?”

#answered #one day i will free some of these wips #alas i cannot write manageable chapters to save my life #T-T

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