#thank u i think i needed this ask to get a clearer head about this actually

[rubyneo]

can i ask what the problem with any of the cars is? is there a way you can set a small goal we can help u towards to get a car fixed to help you out of the uber spiral of death (been there)? i cant spare much but sending u $10 after this ask

uhm my sister's car is just completely dead. she has changed the alternator, the battery, the starter, the ignition switch, the ignition cylinder, and all of the fuses and it just will not turn on.

my mom's Cadillac has some sort of electrical issue. either the fuse panel OR the ecm but my sister isn't sure and if she gets it wrong the replacement might fail anyway.

and my mom's little beater car (that we got while trying to fix the Cadillac last year) the transmission just went. and it's a 30 year old car and every mechanic is quoting us upwards of 1k to install a new one.

but i can probably do a goal of 1500 to get the transmission fixed on the last one?

[nearlyrae]

Could I get a oneshot where Near is older like 21 & he has a S/O. He doesn’t know how to show affection but wants to start doing. Could be NSFW up to u 🤍

Hi!! I realize this ask is like, years old. I took a long ass hiatus with no warning due to life stuffs! But I am back baby. (I am bored and coping)

You peeked through your bedroom window, one of the only ones in the building. Snow layered each and every crevice beyond the horizon, the mounds cake-y and white. You craved a hot cup of coffee, but you’d already had your fill, the building mounds of anxiety coursing through your body and threatening to burst.

You gently lowered your head, your cheek fluttering onto your pillow, and found yourself being lulled back to sleep by the harmonies of the cold wintery afternoon. Thank God it’s Saturday.

The room got clearer as you opened your eyes, blurring to life yet being molded by the gentle warm lights you set up. A pale, warm hand rested on your head, unmoving, almost robotically placed, an unsure attempt. You unintentionally twitched in your half asleep stage, and the hand zipped away. He came into vision, his lips turned nervously, eyes wide and gazing down at you.

“Near,” you murmured, lifting yourself and allowing the blanket of drowsiness to fall. “What’re you doing here?”

For a second, you truly believed he did not know what to say. Near was not a proud man. He stuck to his facts, things that could not be tested, or doubted. In the way the grey rings around his eyes rippled, then hid away, his long white lashes curtaining them, you understood.

”I didn’t mean to wake you,” he spoke lowly, the rumble of a man’s voice deep in his throat. “I wanted to let you sleep longer.”

”Do you need me?” You asked, pushing the comforter off you, your bare legs cold against the Air Conditioning. You caught Near’s eye staring at them for a split second, before they were trained on the window.

”No, everything is in order.”

You knew better. The yes was silent.

“Y/N,” Near started, an anxious hand going up to his locks, a whirlwind of silver hair around his index.

You smiled. You always liked when he said your name, your real name, considering it the greatest form of affection.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Nate?”

His lovely pale cheeks reddened, and you giggled, allowing the warmness of his proximity to fill your chest.

“I struggle with affection,” he sat on your bed, propping one knee up to his chest. “I am sure you know this already.”

“Correct,” you smirked, balancing curiosity and wit. “It doesn’t bother me though, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No,” he twisted his strands faster, matching his anxiety. “I want to give you affection.”

”You already do,” You replied. In the little ways you say my name, stay with me, and lend me your company.

”I’ve never been with anyone, Y/N. And I don’t necessarily know how one is supposed to show affection. If there is a cue that allows for it, I do not know it.”

You placed your hand on his, and noticed how he froze up. Then, with wide, pleading eyes, you looked up at him.

”Is this okay?” You ask.

He nodded, face flushed.

“If you think I may or may not be okay with something, you usually ask,” you say, then interlace your fingers with his, almost being able to feel his rapid heartbeat between your touching palms. “But… Some things, you can just play it by ear. If somethings not okay, you can say something in the moment. And little by little, we can see just how far we can get with each other, to the degree we’re most comfortable.”

You smiled, at him, who stared back at you like a deer in headlights. But meekly, he cast his gaze down to your hands, half-lidded, thinking things you couldn’t quite pick up on.

“I trust you,” you nudged him gently, allowing him to look back at you. “And I know you trust me, too. That’s why you don’t have to worry.”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

You stared at him, your own heart now beating out of control. Then, to quiet the fireworks, you leaned in, and watched him lean in too, colliding lips against each other, the fire bursting, eyes closed, and breaths interlaced.

You didn’t speak, mouth preoccupied, tongue curious and understanding your partner’s, gasping, trying all at once to memorize and savor it all.

His lips were softer than you imagined. Sweeter, saliva tasting like pheromones so delicious only your partner could give you. His face ingrained in your mind when you were only centimeters apart from kissing, eyes half lidded, begging, wanting, a look of pure desire and an unspoken love. It wasn’t an imagination; It was real.

You both pulled away, fully aware that he was on top of you on your bed, and how quickly the situation had escalated. Collecting your breaths, you stared up at him, that same look on his face. Desire. Love.

“I really liked that,” you said, voice sugary and quiet, submitting to that feeling of wanting.

”Me too,” he said, collecting his own breaths. “I liked that very much.”

“I am so glad that…” You let out a long sigh. “That you want me that way.”

Near looked away for a second, then locked eyes with you, and you became conscious of his arms on either side of your head, his knee only inches away between your thighs, and how his shirt seemed to hang down lower, showing a bit of his chest underneath. Intensity.

”Y/N, I want you very much,” He admitted. “But I am afraid of these feelings, and afraid of what they might make me do. I do not want to hurt you, or cause you grief.”

”But you didn’t hurt me,” you rose your hand up to his hair, gently caressing it. “You made me happy.”

”All I want is to make you happy,” He tried to scoot away, adjusting a discomfort on the seam of his pants.

You held him there, smiling.

”You make me happy.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close in a warm embrace. He was warm, and his heart beat incredibly fast at your touch. If he could put his heart in your hands, you would not let it come to harm.

Even though the outside was covered in a thick layer of snow, you felt warm that night, and was sure that he was too.

[muniimyg]

12 | three for three

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If Yoongi had to sum up his feelings for you... Well, it wouldn’t be a very long list. 

It’s not because he dislikes you—no, he does like you! He just feels indifferent. Even if his friends are the definition of comfort and chaos, Yoongi remains indifferent. 

When you confessed for the first time, his immediate thought was that it was too early. You two were only 4 months into being friends. Besides, you were a little too tipsy. Though aware of your confession, you asked him for a clearer answer the following day. With a pounding headache, Yoongi’s words left you feeling even worse. 

“I think we would be better off as friends… We just met and I don’t want to ruin what we could be.”

What you could be?

Friends. That’s what.

By the second confession, a year or so passed. It was during a study session and you brought it up as casual as you could—too afraid of scaring him off but even more afraid of remaining friends with someone who you’ve completely fallen for. Yoongi was talking about the weather and the spring season transitioning in. You smiled in return before mentioning wanting to see the cherry blossoms. Before you could even finish your confession, Yoongi’s softened his gaze and sighed. 

“___, nothing changed. We’re better off as friends.. I hope you understand. But, hey, we can see the cherry blossoms with the others if you really want to.”

No. 

You didn’t really want to see the cherry blossoms. You just wanted to be with him. You just wanted to see something pretty with him.

Then, by the third confession… You couldn’t hold yourself together. You two were being teased at a party. Everyone was asking when Yoongi would finally ask you out. Everyone noted how often you two hung out or how clingy you were with him. Shoved closer and closer to him, he embraced you and laughed. To everyone, he professed; “I don’t like her that way. She’s just a friend. She’s my ace.”

That stung.

Even if everyone was piss drunk, you were completely sober and the feelings his words brought to you made you intoxicated with hurt.

That party was 3 days before the first game you didn’t attend. Yoongi clearly doesn’t remember it even though he walked you home. The confusing signals only made your heart ache and your head hurt. The following day, as you contemplated on going to his game; his words rang clear in your head. 

You just had to take the hint. 

You and Yoongi are friends. He wants to remain just friends... You rather not. In your heart, you can’t be friends with someone you’re in love with. It’s too messy. It’s too unfair. It’s too risky. 

Then, the game happened and you were no where to be seen. Yoongi had gone outside the court before the game even began to look for you in the crowd. You weren’t answering his texts and he found it odd. 

You never ignore him.. Even if you’re mad.

As time went by and Yoongi reflected on his feelings... He soon realized how his heart has begins to feel tight in his chest whenever you walk by. It has started to race and beat faster and faster every inch you get closer to him. How his hands would be sweaty all the time and maybe that’s why his handles when he plays are always on point… Because you were there making him nervous. 

That’s the funny thing.. After all this time, him rejecting you for the sake of preserving your friendship; Yoongi abandoned his own feelings for you. That’s the plain truth. Yoongi has never processed the thought of having a crush on you back. He always figured if the timing would be better.. If he wasn’t such a coward... If there was one more chance with you; you were worth the shot. 

It was love at first sight… On your end.

You caught feelings for Yoongi almost instantly. Within 1 month of knowing him, you couldn’t keep it together. Every slight touch, every time he said your name or walked you home… He had you. In every moment he tried and in every moment didn’t; he had continued to engrave himself into your heart.

You never tried to hide your feelings for him. If you were upset, annoyed, or in love with him more than ever—it was obvious. No one could read you better than him… But that was before.

Suddenly you don’t show up to their game.

Suddenly you’re ignoring him mentioning you in chats.

Suddenly you’re never around.

It’s so strange and frankly, it’s quite frustrating to Yoongi. He figured that if there was any time for you to feel offended or sensitive about him rejecting you.. It should’ve been the first time. Given that you’ve attempted 3 times in total—well, shouldn’t you be used to it by now? What were you expecting anyway? That one day, he would come to you? That one day, it would work out?

No.

There was so much pride you swallowed.

There were far too many nights where you lost sleep over him. Staying up with him to study, waking up early to walk to class to with him even when you didn’t have any scheduled… Not to mention taking care of the whole basketball team on his behalf. From baking cupcakes for their victory parties to helping them with car washes to help fundraise for their away games—sometimes, they were convinced you were the only reason Yoongi plays so well.

He plays well because he has you to take care of him.

He plays well because he has you to impress.

He plays well because he has you.

Had.

He had you.

To be fair, your sudden cold attitude from you took everyone by surprise as you have no problem expressing your sweetness through warm acts. Especially since Yoongi has always been your favourite... It was odd for you to pull away. Nevertheless, it was needed.

The truth is, no one has ever paid attention to Yoongi the way you do. 

He knows that—everyone knows that. You don’t. To you, you see him as this tender-hearted man that just needs a little goodness in his day. If you could be that, why not? 

Even if he can’t fully admit it now—let alone know it—you gave him a sense of peace and love. It’s something he has never gotten from others. It’s something that was only found in your presence and fades in your absence. 

It’s rest. 

In the same sense that you’re the first person to make him feel a sense of peace and love—you’re also the first person he is wildly unsure and unwaveringly certain of. 

It’s the scariest part of being around you. 

He’s afraid you’re a once in a lifetime kind of person. He’s afraid, he’s not that to you. Have you moved on already? The idea of loving you is natural. The idea of wanting to be good to you is second nature. The idea of you and him—is it inevitable?

“There you guys are!” Jungkook squeals from a far. 

The next thing you know, he’s running up to you and Yoongi along with the other guys. 

Yoongi, who has done nothing but stand by your side and make sad attempts of conversation with you since the bidding, smiles at his friends in relief. Was it that horrible being with you?

No.

He’s just nervous and you overthink.

You turn to Yoongi and pout. “What’s going on? I thought we were going to get cotton candy for Jungkook—”

Your crush shrugs as he shoves his hands inside his pocket. “Hmm.. Think this will be sweeter.”

Huh. 

Before you could question what he means, Jungkook greets you with an overwhelming bear hug. You laugh and Yoongi sends Jungkook a warning look. Jungkook sticks his tongue out at him. It’s blue from the cotton candy. 

As he pulls away, Jungkook immediately locks his arms with yours. 

“You wanna get married, ___?”

Your eyes widen. 

Never in a million years did you think you would end up friends with such out of pocket people. 

It’s important to note that when they all first met you, they thought your kindness would wear off and you would reveal your true self. Yet, 3 years have passed and you are just as angelic as the first day they met you. With your pleasant presence, it became a blur as to how you all got along or how the friend group came to be.

It just happened.

It was suddenly you and 7 overprotective friends. Some, however, are more protective and entitled than others. 

Therefore, their overprotectiveness, even towards Yoongi, was necessary. You felt secure with their love. Now, what’s happening? Are they supporting Yoongi? ... Since when?

“Pardon? To who? You?”

You love Jungkook and all.. But you’re loyal to the man who rejected you multiple times. 

“Ew! You’re pretty and all but God knows you wouldn’t be able to handle all this...” Jungkook gestures to himself. Yoongi rolls his eyes and you let out a small chuckle before sharing a look between the two.

“I’m so confused—”

Jungkook groans, tugging you. “Arghh, just come!”

Your eyebrows knit into a frown at Yoongi as Jungkook drags you away. You raise your voice to be heard; “I thought we were going to hang out?” 

Yoongi nods at you nonchalantly, heart melting from your words. Under his breath, he mutters: “silly girl, who do you think you’re marrying?”

The marriage booth is basically the new kissing booth. 

Your school’s facility only approved of it since it promotes healthy family relationships and blah blah blah. Truth be told, it’s just a booth where friends drag each other to expose their crushes. 

Hence, why your friends are doing what they’re doing. 

Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok are standing on your side as your bridesmaids. They’re holding cotton candy like bouquets. Meanwhile, Jin and Nam Joon stand on Yoongi’s side. Taehyung stands in the middle of you and Yoongi as the officiant. 

You have butterflies in your stomach but you’re doing everything to calm them down. Yoongi keeps looking forward, hardly even looking at you. It makes you nervous. 

What is he thinking?

Should you just run away?

Would it matter if you did?

Just do it. Would he even stop you?

You bite your bottom lip and look side to side. Taking a deep breath, you sneakily turn away. Hosoek catches your eyes and shakes his head, warning you to stay put. 

You don’t listen. 

Just as your feet are about to move, Yoongi tightens his grip with your hands and holds you still. 

You gulp. 

Even then, he doesn’t look at you. Instead, you notice his jaw tighten. You take the hint and stay put. 

Taehyung clears his throat before he wiggles his eyebrows at you. It’s obvious he is far too excited to be doing this. “Some say love is found in our every day. However, I believe it’s actually found once in a lifetime. With that being said, friends, we are gathered here today to celebrate the once in a lifetime of Yoongi and ___. Should anyone present know of any reason why these two should not wed, speak now or forever hold your peace—”

“She’s too hot for him—”

Abruptly, you and Yoongi turn your head and see Hoseok and Jungkook covering a swimmer’s mouth and dragging him away from the crowd. Hoseok and Jungkook give innocent smiles as they take care of the interruption... 

“Anyone relevant? No? Okay… Yay! You may now kiss the bride!” Taehyung smiles proudly, gesturing for you two to stand closer together. He leans in between you to two and whispers loudly, “... I said kiss!”

You stand still, unsure of what to do. 

Kissing Yoongi—as silly as it sounds—never occurred to you. You’ve spent so much of your time falling for him emotionally—a kiss never crossed your mind. Now what? You’re supposed to kiss him in front of everyone?

Before you can say anything, Taehyung turns your body to face Yoongi. Yoongi takes a step forward and closes in on you. It’s then that you realize you’re still holding his hand and how… How nice it is to be doing so. 

“No vows?” You ask, trying to stall.

Taehyung shakes his head and smirks at you. “Nah. I don’t give a shit about I do’s. Just seal it with a kiss!”

You look at Taehyung with pleading eyes. “K-kiss? Y-you want us to kiss?”

Yoongi scoffs, taking your attention away from Taehyung. “Yah, ___... You’ve liked me for 3 years and suddenly you don’t want to kiss me?”

“What? S-shut up! No, it’s just—”

“Are you not ready?” Yoongi suggest, half teasing and half aware that this may be going too fast. “We don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable with doing so. You don’t need to act all tough to avoid embarrassing me.”

You let go of his hand and cross your arms at him. Lowering your gaze, you frown. “I am tough. I don’t care if you get embarrassed—”

“Why are you stalling?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?”

He glares at you. “I’m not asking a lot of questions.”

“Yes, you are!” 

Yoongi digresses. 

“You want a question? Fine. Can you whistle?”

“Excuse me? Of course, I can whistle. What does whistling have to do with any of this—”

“Do it,” Yoongi challenges you. “Whistle. I don’t think you can..” 

You give him a confused face for nth time today. He tilts his head at you and insists you prove him wrong. 

Rolling your eyes, you give in to his odd request.

As you pucker up your lips, Yoongi swiftly wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him. As your bodies crash together, he places his other hand to cup your chin and even squishes your cheeks together with his thumb and index finger. 

His gaze softens as he looks into your eyes. 

You blink.

You panic as you suddenly register what he has just done. What he’s doing... In front of everyone. Before you can even decide if you should lean in or push him away, he decides for you. 

Yoongi lets you go and takes a step back. As you compose yourself, he purses his lips and nags, “you’re not ready. That’s okay. I’ll be right here when you are.”

By sunset, Jungkook’s sugar rush reaches it’s peak. 

He’s jumping off trash bins and talks everyones ears off. Jin insists on taking him home while Nam Joon, Hoseok, and Taehyung decide to stay to help Jimin and the student council clean up. 

That leaves you two. 

After the marriage booth, you and Yoongi avoid conversing. The rest of the day was filled with playing games and mostly watching over Jungkook. Honestly? There wasn’t much to say as you two were practically walking on eggshells. 

“Hey,” Yoongi approaches you shyly as the rest of the group goes disperse. 

“Hi.”

“Are you staying behind to help Jimin or are you heading home?”

You look around and notice all the people tearing down the equipment. There’s plenty of them and the mess isn’t that bad either. Could you think of an excuse to get out of whatever Yoongi is about to pitch? 

Or should you just face it? Feelings are feelings and people are people. You can’t keep avoiding him forever. Besides... He’s trying, isn’t he? 

You digress. 

“I might just head home unless the future president asks me to do something,” you nod in Jimin’s direction. “Let me go ask—”

As you’re about to leave his side, Yoongi catches the hood of your jacket and holds you still. You pretend to choke and even reach out your hands as if you need help. Turning to him, he lets go and you let out a small laugh to lighten the mood. 

“You don’t need to talk to him. It’s me,” he says so devastatingly—so pathetically—no, so desperately. “You need to talk to me. ___, can we please talk?”

You aren’t too sure if it’s the way he pleaded or because your heart completely betrayed what your mind has been trying to commit to. You can’t get over him.

“You going to confess to me or something?” you tease. 

Yoongi smiles at you softly in response. Then, he nods towards a direction before walking away. Sighing, you pick up your feet and follow him in silence. 

Yoongi leads you to the middle. 

It’s away from the crowd and near the beach side of campus. It’s not too far away from your place or Yoongi’s. You can hear the waves crashing from a distance and all your friends chatting on the other side. Sitting on the bench, you watch the sunset dissolve in the reflection of the water. As you swing your feet, you stay quiet and let this moment be it’s own. 

When the colours of the sky dim and the streets lights flicker to be more prominent, you decide to suck it up. You should confront your issues now. 

“So… What’s up?” You break the silence and it takes Yoongi a good minute to compose himself. 

This is it. 

This is his moment.

He shakily takes a deep breath before abruptly standing up. Yoongi has a bad habit of keeping his hands in his pocket... But who could blame him? It’s how he feels the most comfortable and truth be told; he needed something to keep him from going crazy.

Everything he feels for you is so new.. It’s unfamiliar. 

“I don’t think we can be friends,” Yoongi confesses. He feels like he could burst from the relief he instantly feels. “... I want to be with you. I want to be more than friends and I understand my realization is late and I don’t deserve another chance—but I’m asking for one anyway. I’ll be better this time.”

His promise sounds bittersweet to you.

“You didn’t want me before,” you remind him. “I was finally trying to get over you… And then you started to care when I wasn’t around. Do you miss me or do you miss me tending to your ego—”

“You.”

“Yoongi… You say it so easily.” You try to pass off the hurt with a laugh. It makes your heart clench. How could he be like this? All of the sudden, he was finally saying the right things. Everything you’ve ever wanted to hear from him is finally being said… What are you doing fighting it? Perhaps you’re hurt. Perhaps you’re scared. Perhaps it finally feels difficult. “I don’t get it.. I’ve liked you for 3 years… Now? Now you want me? You lose a few games and suddenly you need me around?”

“Win or lose, it’s you,” Yoongi confesses. “I don’t get it either. It’s like… It hit me and once I accepted how I felt… It was the easiest thing to know. Ace, you need to know that I have always wanted you. I just… I didn’t want to ruin the friendship and the timing felt too off. You hardly knew me and I’ve always felt indifferent to so many things in life. You know me. You know the kind of person I am. You know the person I could be. I can be emotionally mature. I can be communicative. I can’t express myself as much as you do or as much as Hoseok can but I—”

“What?”

“Nevermind… That’s not the point. The point is; you know me better than anyone else. You know this is me trying. You know this is me being honest with my feelings for you. You believe in me more than anyone and now I’m believing in you.”

“Do you hear yourself? You rejected me.”

A beat. 

“And I regret it. I’m so sorry for everything but I also can’t apologize for not knowing any better… Now I do and now I will be better.”

“What are you saying?”

“___, please date me and dump me over and over again—I don’t care. I want you in any way you’ll let me have you.” 

You heart skips a beat. 

For the first time, it does so when it should. When Yoongi is finally saying the right things and you’re in a position that doesn’t make you feel pathetic and hopeless. 

Regardless, you need a moment to process it all. Yoongi takes your silence as just that. 

He waits. 

He wonders. 

Then, he hopes. 

You sit and contemplate everything. 

Your feelings for him never left. You tried to dim them but it was no use. Every message, every shared look, and every moment that fleets between you two only makes your heart grow fonder. 

But alas, you answer him. 

“Three for three.” 

Yoongi looks at you confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I confessed to you three times. You rejected me three times. I’m giving you three chances to confess to me which means I have three chances to reject or accept. If I accept, then we can be together. I’ll be your girlfriend since you want me so bad,” you tease. Yoongi rolls his eyes at you, trying to mask his hopeful feeling. “This counts as one. My answer tonight is no. You’re right... Back when you rejected me for the first time. It feels like we just met. I’ve never seen this side of you and I’d like to get to know you better. This also gives you the chance to get to know me... So, sucks to suck. Better luck next time, aki.”

Yoongi sighs in defeat but accepts happily. Who is he to argue with you? You just granted him the best wish. He takes his hands out of his pockets and reaches out for you. You stare at it and look at him blankly. 

“Can I at least walk you home?”

The truth is, you have never considered yourself to be stubborn. You’ve always been forgiving and embracive with second chances. Maybe that’s why you give in to Yoongi’s request. Maybe that’s why you let your heart be it’s own and guide you once again...

Maybe that’s why under the cherry blossom trees, Yoongi holds your hand and walks you home.

[undercover-monsterlover]

Hii omg i was so geeked when i saw ur page I hope its ok if I ask for a JJBA matchupp parts 4-6 a nsfw section wuld be awesum too THANK YOOOUUUUS!

My pronouns are He/She, I’d like to be paired with a guy and I’m 20 so an adult pleaazee.

Personality wise, I consider myself super easy to talk to.I can easily be pulled out of my shell and talk to you like you’re a good friend, even if we’re just meeting. I have a strong sense of humor, my humor consisting of banter and keeping a bit going. I like to consider myself cool and relaxed, but I have the tendency to geek out, I’m kind of too excitable… I’m a big shit talker, just a little judgmental. I lack empathy just a bit. I still try my best to console, but I either don’t really understand it or…… care. I’ll come to the situation with logic and a level head, but if I’m upset, then it’s almost the end of the world (I’m dramatic). 

As for preferences I can’t stand someone who can’t communicate. I’m incredibly patient, but it gets to a point. I don’t need someone funny or someone who makes jokes, them thinking I’M funny is enough. I also would need someone who’s touchy-feely, maybe not affection wise, but I'm very hands-on; playful smacks when I'm laughing, smacking them on tha butt, sorrryyy!

For hobbies and stuff, I love art. Drawing is my biggest hobby, and it has been for years and years…! I'm also really into listening to music (Rock, metal, melancholic stuff, soo awesum) I also luuv smoking, but I don’t do it alot, baking/cooking is nice toooo.

I lean towards being feminine, I.e longer hair with bangs and stuff. I’m really particular about my hair, not that I want it to look nice and clean, it needs to be purposefully messy. I love piercings, I have an eyebrow, septum, and navel. I don't really dress up.. Comfortability > Fashion.  I don’t really know what else to add for appearance, erm I have a birthmark on my hip that’s shaped kind of like a heart, so that’s cute.

Agaainn thank you SOOOOO MUCH sorry for talking ur ear off, luv u <3

Alright, I'd match you with...

Illuso

I'd say that things with Illuso start out on a bit of antagonistic note. Due to your cool exterior and slightly judgy outlook, he might think you're a bit of a prick at first, which will evolve into somewhat of a one-sided rivalry. HE'S supposed to be the nonchalant asshole around here, and your wit is overshadowing his blatant insults and trolling. Expect plenty of snark and vulgar comments, he's not one for subtlety. However, once he realizes you don't actually give a shit about his trash-talking, or have any opinion on him one way or another, his attitude quickly shifts into, "oh fuck, I need them carnally." At that point his insults would turn into back-handed compliments and negging, he's not great at romance, ok?

I think you would catch onto his affections for you pretty quickly, but instead of him just telling you, like you would expect a grown-man to do, he continues with these weird displays of backwards attentions. Your patience for this would wear thin at some point, wich would devolve into an argument, which would lead to you point-blank telling him to just come out and tell you what he wants. And he reluctantly does so. He's surprised when you rather quickly reciperocate though, he expected you to stay pissed off at him, but now that everything's out in the open your relationship is clearer. You're in looooovveeee😏😏😏.

Your relationship would involve a lot of teasing and messing with each other, his stupid pranks and your sharp comments, but nothing ever crosses the line into genuine cruelty anymore, and real arguments are very rare. Most of your bonding and relationship building would occured after you started dating. You two were a bit to busy with bullying eachother and pining before, but now you have that time to really get to know each other. It's not long before you both have a very deep, intimate understanding of eachother, which you usually don't even use as ammunition for messing with each other. How sweet. You become very close to eachother, but with everyone else you're both still a bit...unconcerned. Your seemingly low empathy makes it easier for you to accept his line of work, so no issues every really arise there, other than when he's show up drunk out of his mind after celebrating a successful hit with the boys. He also loves to brag to his teammates about being the only one in a stable relationship.

Illuso lives for your humour, and he laughs like an absolute psychopath at almost any funny comment. His jokes are more just blatant insults, but you both love shit-talking so much that it works out anyways. And he is brutal, he holds nothing back, he'll bring up people's families, appearence, sexuality, trauma, nothing is held sacred to this man. He's also great at picking up on a bit and keeping it going if you lead, and will double-down on it no matter what.

I'd say he's pretty interested in your art, he's never really had a creative streak himself, so it's cool to him, he doesn't have much constructive criticism or anything to contribute other then "looks cool" but you still appreciate it. However, if you ever draw him, he becomes an avid art enjoyer, he wants you to draw him in every pose😏. He also loves to just point out random shit and say "draw that" and expect you to do so without question. And when you don't feel like it or say no, he acts like you've just insulted him.

"Why not."

"I don't want to."

..."rude."

Illuso will eat anything you cook or bake like a man starving, you'll be lucky to get a second serving of any meal you make. He likes to joke about you being his housewife, until you threaten to never make anything for him ever again, which usually shuts him up. He usually shows affection through gift-giving and physical touch, he will blow all of his money from a job on you in one night if you want him to, whatever you want. He's also very hands-on as well, you smacking him on the butt, or him messing up your hair will always lead to play fighting, which he loves, and play fighting will often lead to...

NSFW

...him wrangling you into a position to fuck you. He loves to see your face, so any position where that can happen is ideal for him. He likes seeing the look in your eyes when you're just drowning in the pleasure of it all. Early on in the relationship, lovemaking is almost like a sexual power-struggle, as you both feel out the dynamics you like. I believe Illuso would prefer being more dominant, but either way he always likes it very rough, especially if you e been a touch too snarky for his tastes that day. (JK he loves that actually but any excuse to fuck you will be exploited.)

Pinning you down is always a turn on for him, though he does make an effort to at least keep you in a comfortable position when he does. But he loves pinning your wrists to the mattress, pushing your head into the pillow, fingers fish-hooking your mouth open, he just needs his hands to be one you in some way. He's not super into BDSM but a pair of handcuffs keeping you in place against the headboard is always nice, and a leash and collar, on you or him might come into play once in a while. He isn't too experimental, but you have tried out fucking to the beat of a metal song once or twice, and that was fun, though he prefers to just go at his own pace. Which is usually hard, fast, and deep. You don't typically go for more then a couple rounds, he puts all his energy and aggression into sex, so you're both usually pretty wiped out after a while.

He knows you aren't really a fan of dressing up, and in the typical day-to-day he doesn't care, but he loves nothing more than dolling you up in lingerie when you're at home, you'll eventually have more than you know what to do with. He also likes to just...watch you sometimes. He might ask you to masturbate or use a toy while he watches, more often than not he's not even touching himself, just enjoying the view. If you indulge this for him, he'll definitely make it up to you later though.

He's a bit into PDA and exhibition, partially because of the rush, partially because when the mood just him it doesn't matter where he is, he wants you now. If you're comfortable with it, he'd love to put on a little show, and if not, he'll just drag you to a semi-public bathroom or dark alleyway. It isn't rare for him to use his stand to pull you into an isolated mirror-realm either. He isn't great at aftercare at first, he's used to passionate hook-ups and one night stands that are over as soon as he comes, but he knows that since he gets rougher with you, he needs to be more attentive to you afterwards as well. It's not long before you both find a nice way to help each other relax afterwards.

[azurdlywisterious]

The Brainless Ones (part 3)

AN: I’ll level with y’all I wrote way far ahead and am now motivated to write all the stuff up to that point (plus the 76 fic is going through major reworks lol)

Word count: 1.4k

CW: body horror played for comedy (idk how else to describe sir’s empty head), very unethical scientific practices

The desert gets quite cold at night; so on our trek, Beagle suggests we build a fire and camp for the night. I see no reason why we can’t keep walking further; my legs won’t start feeling the effects of exhaustion for another hour or so.

“It’s almost midnight, Sir,” he explains to me as he starts putting up a small tent. “We should probably try to get some sleep.”

“I am not worried about my battery losing charge,” I inform him. “Do lobotomites need to sleep often?”

He rolls his eyes and starts building a fire. “Yes, and I’m going to sleep.”

“Would you like me to keep watch then?”

He stops and thinks for a second, possibly not realizing that I don’t need sleep.

“Sure, you can take the first shift,” he says after a while.

After a couple of minutes, I hear the muffled sound of someone crying. I will have to ask Beagle about that in the morning when he wakes up.

During the night, a couple of big lizards start charging at me, mouths wide open and filled with razor sharp teeth.

One shot of my finger gun each is enough to make their heads explode.

I examine the remains and find that the meat would be good for human consumption. It even has some radiation that can recharge my battery. I suppose that it would also be good for lobotomite consumption, but I’ll ask Beagle when he wakes up.

Once my internal clock hits 0730 I start working on making breakfast for me and potentially Beagle. I have no idea what lobotomites eat, so hopefully he can tell me when he wakes up.

He’s not up within thirty minutes, so I decide to go wake him up.

The first thing I notice is that the nigh-permanent crease between his eyebrows has softened. His hair is tousled and messy but in a way that looks so soft. The corners of his mouth are effortlessly upturned, like this act of being in sleep mode is the most peace has felt in recent years. And his breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. I stop myself short of even brushing the stray locks of hair out of his face to get a clearer shot. It feels like a crime to wake him up.

I take a few pictures and send them to the Think Tank with the caption, “What should I do?”

After a few minutes of peaceful observation, I hear, “SHELLEY YOU SHOULD SEND US THE HUMAN FOR STUDY.”

Dr. Klein’s baseline volume startles Beagle out of his slumber. He’s holding his gun like the stock is the barrel.

“You were the worst person to answer my inquiry, Dr. Klein,” I say to him, annoyed. “Also that’s my lab… science deputy, Beagle.”

“His first name is Beagle?” Dr. 0 asks. “I’ve heard weirder, but not by much.”

“It’s my last name.” Beagle pinches the bridge of his nose. He asks me, “There’s more disembodied voices?”

“Six in total,” I answer, shutting off the frequencies. “I won’t bog you down with the details while the meat is burning. Which reminds me to ask you, can lobotomites eat mildly irradiated reptile meat?”

“Never realized it was mildly irradiated,” he replies, getting up to sit by the fire, “but if by lobotomites you mean humans, then yes, we do eat gecko meat, Sir.”

“Fascinating.” I get up to join him for breakfast. “Thank you for answering that question. I have others.”

“I’m sure you do,” he says, a cocky smile painted on his lips. “And I’ll answer them, if you answer a few of mine.”

“A fair trade. What is your question?”

“Do you know what a person is, Sir? I mean, why do you call me a lobotomite?”

“With you specifically, it is merely a force of habit,” I answer honestly. “But as a generalization, it is because I know I am a person. I know what the lobotomites back home look like, and they don’t look like me. Therefore, any being that isn’t like me and looks like a lobotomite probably is one. Unless I am proven otherwise. The doctors didn’t let outside all that often. Whenever I travelled to visit Dr. Mobius on weekends, he sent roboscorpion bodyguards to escort me to The Forbidden Zone.”

Beagle blinks at me a few times. “That’s a lot to process.”

“Take your time,” I reply, taking another bite of cooked gecko meat. It tastes a little metallic, but yummy.

After a while, I ask him, “I heard the sound of muffled crying last night. What was that?”

He freezes in place before setting his rattling fork and plate down and sitting on his hands.

He finally replies, “You said you fought geckos last night?”

I nod.

He continues hastily, “Yeah, that’s the sound of geckos.”

“It sounded very lobotomite-esque.”

“Well it was the geckos,” he insists. “Not me.”

“I hadn’t considered the possibility of it being you.”

I hear him softly mutter, “Fuck,” under his breath. He tries to light a cigarette, but his hands are shaking too much to get a proper light. I decide to help him out and singe the tip of the cigarette with my finger laser.

He takes a couple puffs, blowing them into mesmerizing rings before turning back to me and saying, “Thanks.”

I snap a few photos of the smoke rings with my eyes.

“How did you do that?” I ask, pointing at the dissipating smoke.

“Not so fast,” he smiles coyly. “It’s my turn to ask you a question. Do you have cameras for eyes? Followup question, do you have eyelids? I’ve never seen you blink.”

“I was outfitted with the necessary tools to document outer world beings in situ. If you look at the screen on my arm I can show you all the photos I’ve taken so far.” As he flicks through the pictures, I follow up, “Also, I don’t need eyelids since, unlike lobotomite eyes, mine do not require moisture to be maintained and the apertures can close up and block all light and foreign particles if I so desire.”

“Are these pictures of me?”

“Affirmative. I needed visuals to go with my questions about you to the Think Tank. You can read the captions that go with the pictures if you swipe up on the screen. Now for my question. You told Dr. 0 that Beagle is your last name. What is your first name?”

“You only get to find that out if you tell me what your other names are.”

“Is this a bluff? Because I will, as the people in Dr. 0’s movies put it, call your bluff.”

“I’m not bluffing,” he responds honestly. “You’re just not the only one that’s cagey about names.”

“Regardless; Dr. Klein named me Shelley, Dr. Bouros named me Vera, Dr. Dala named me Shiloh, Dr. 0 named me Azami, Dr. 8 named me Lizabeth, and Dr. Mobius named me Dorothy. What did your creators name you?”

“George,” he says quickly before immediately pivoting into, “So you’re telling me that the doctors that built you couldn’t agree on a name for you?”

“They are the brightest minds humanity has to offer,” I tell him earnestly. “I wouldn’t expect them to get bogged down in the details like names.”

“If you say so, Sir,” he says, blowing another mesmerizing cloud of smoke into the air.

After we finish breakfast, we continue on our desert trek.

I continue our conversation, “So, what is the NCRCF?”

“Stands for New California Republic Correctional Facility,” he replies before taking a sip of something from a flask. Based on how much the sun is beating down, it would be safe to assume water.

“A prison?” I remark. “Fascinating. Dr. Bouros told me that American High School was like that.”

“What’s ‘American High School?’” He puts air quotes around the phrase.

“Prison, I guess?” I reply, unsure. “He uses it as the backdrop for one of his testing chambers. It’s full of turrets and robodogs and a couple of robots that want you dead. If you’re a communist. Which in his testing chamber you are pretending to be.”

“Isn’t communist another word for someone who rides horses?”

My fans stop whirring for a brief second before immediately overclocking. “How... did you... get horseback riding? From communism? You know what? Scratch that, how long until we reach the NCRCF?”

“About five hours, if your map is correct,” he informs me, gesturing to the screen on my arm.

“Okay,” I calculate, “that should be enough time to explain the political compass to you and also pick your brain to figure out where the horses came from.”

[swiftfootedachilles]

people are so weird how are u gonna bash a well meaning person and then refuse?? to tell them?? WHY you’re bashing them?? if ur post was offensive then explain why jesus christ this is not how u have healthy useful dialogue with people, it’s just piling unnecessary hate and cruelty on someone. i’m really sorry you’re being treated so shittily by this fandom, i love your posts.

hey thank you so much for this. the handful of people ive talked to have been very understanding of my side and agree that it seems like this person already didn't like me and was looking for a way to renounce me+my posts

truly, i don't know why she feels my posts are offensive. i hate the idea that a jewish person feels i was antisemitic and fetishizing jewish culture. i researched antisemitic fetishization tropes in opera during my undergrad program. ive always tried my hardest to understand minority communities that i am not a part of, without overstepping and seeming like a white knight/savior. i have always been guided through life by my ethics and a burning need for social justice. i want to fix this!

i was really pissed off yesterday and used more aggressive language in my posts and replies. today my head is clearer but im just as confused. i never expect minorities to do the emotional labor of researching topics for me and handing everything over on a silver platter. i will gladly educate myself, but i cant do that when i don't know what i did wrong. this isn't a situation where i did something clearly wrong and there's an obvious gap in my understanding - ive asked multiple friends where they feel i went wrong, and all of them have said they aren't sure

one very kind person messaged me about how, from an outsiders perspective, they were reminded of other situations where autistic people have their words or actions purposefully misinterpreted, and that seriously opened my eyes. OBVIOUSLY im not saying this person is accusing me of antisemitism because she hates autistic people. but i have often experienced people purposefully misrepresenting me and getting mad without explanation. everything starts out good, great even, and i build a script with which to interact with others. but eventually, you get very comfortable and stop following a script, start to unmask a little. and suddenly all hell breaks loose.

you're not acting right. you said the wrong thing. who would say something like that? so inappropriate. and when you ask for clarification because you genuinely do not know what you did wrong, all you receive are eyerolls and more hate because you should already know this, im not gonna spoonfeed everything to you. you're an adult figure it out yourself.

like i said, i don't think she's, like, hating on me for being autistic. i think ive gained a certain reputation (of what i don't know) in the shameless fandom, and people are projecting their preexisting judgement into me. this means that they don't actually want me to apologize. they don't care. they think i am already not a good person and just want to point that out to me to shame me into saying sorry because they think it'll knock me down a few pegs. whatever. my real offline life is much worse than getting mildly ganged up on on the internet. ill survive. i still want to finish my mickey embroidery and my edits/webweavings and my fics. maybe i will, maybe i won't. like ive mentioned many times before, i have pretty bad rejection sensitive dysphoria and i need to be reassured i will get feedback on my works before i ever post them. my fics were already being ignored by most of the big fandom writers - i think those will just have to be scrapped because i genuinely cannot take hollowing out my chest and putting it to paper only to get a few nice comments/kudos. the embroidery though, that's for me. i definitely wanna do it. the other original posts like webweavings, idk maybe i really don't know

[1101001]

THE GIRL WHO FLEW DOWN THE STAIRS _

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‘ the story of akashi meeting you and all the events after that made him realize he was falling for you ’

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character .. akashi seijuurou

word count .. 1.3k

tags .. fem!reader who is energetic but also thoughtful and likes to learn (as requested) , lowkey pining? , s h o g i , written from akashi pov , requested by the lovely bean anon <3 

Akashi’s first impression of you wasn’t anything bad. It wasn’t exactly good either. It was certainly memorable though. ‘The girl who flew down the stairs, knocking him onto the ground, and landing on top of him with a thump’ is how he remembers you. 

The moment was almost cliche. If your eyes had met and lingered on each other, both aware of the position you were in but not moving away, then it possibly would’ve been a scene straight out of some cheesy romance novel. 

Instead, you seemingly bounced straight up upon impact, not even bothering to spare Akashi a second glance. You proceeded to give him a quick apology, running down the next flight of stairs immediately after.

It was definitely one of the odder interactions Akashi had with his fellow students at Rakuzan High, but it amused him nonetheless and made him notice you much more often around campus. Even though you weren’t in any apparent rush anymore, you still radiated this energy that was all bubbly and seemingly ready to burst. 

It brought a small smile on his face every time he saw you, bouncing along hallways without a care in the world, chattering away with your friends. Sure you seemed like the typical happy-go-lucky person, but Akashi couldn’t help but see you as a bit more unique.

Your second interaction with Akashi was an interesting one too, in Akashi’s opinion at least. 

The basketball team had just won a tournament the other day, so Akashi was free this afternoon. He had decided to go challenge some shogi club members to a few games. 

In the middle of one of those games, you walked into the club room.

Akashi didn’t think you were part of the club, and his suspicions were confirmed when another member of the club went to ask if you needed anything. Akashi was definitely not eavesdropping, no he was paying attention to his game (the one he knew he would easily win anyway) when you pulled out an envelope and he happened to overhear you telling the club member that someone asked to meet you. 

Nobody in the room came forward to claim they were the one who sent the letter though. 

After a few awkward, silent moments, you moved to take a seat with some of the other club members. It was an action that surprised Akashi. He figured you would’ve just left because the whole did seem like a waste of time. However, you just sat there asking some club members to teach you how to play. 

Akashi could sense genuine curiosity in you and, needless to say, it intrigued him. It seems like there’s more to the “girl made of energy” than he originally thought.

The clock ticked, and a few rounds later, Akashi decided it was time to head home. Saying his formal goodbyes, he walked out of the clubroom. 

He didn’t expect you to come running after him, almost slamming into him again in the process. 

“You shouldn’t run around school so much, you know. You could end up bumping into people and maybe even hurting them.” The words left Akashi’s lips sounding a lot more teasing and flirtatious than he intended.

You blushed and started rambling out apologies. ‘Cute’ Akashi thought. 

His brain froze. 

Wait. Cute? How-

“Anyway um.. you left your notebook back there…” you said, holding out what was indeed his notebook out towards him.

“Oh…” was all he could say. He rarely forgot his things, especially things as important as his notebook. It seems his mind must’ve been too distracted by... other things. “Thank you L/n-san.”

He saw a slight shock on your face. “You know my name?” 

His brain froze yet again. How was he supposed to answer this question without seeming like a stalker?

“Well yes…” he started before you cut him.

“Didn’t expect the Akashi Seijuurou to know my name.”

He scoffed at that. “I think I’d know the name of the girl who jumped down the stairs and knocked me to the ground.”

“Again, I’m really sorry about that…” you said with a smile, although Akashi could see the guilt that lingered behind your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly said. “I was just…”

He was just what? Flirting? Was he actually flirting? Him. Akashi Seijuurou. Flirting??

“…you know,” he finished quietly.

You didn’t say anything in response but instead looked at him with a peculiar sort of gaze. 

“Um.. hate to make things awkward by asking this but… were you the one who sent me this?” You held up the envelope Akashi saw earlier.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Oh… okay then.” Was it just Akashi’s imagination or did he hear a sliver of disappointment in your tone? “I suppose you don’t know who it is either right?”

He shook his head.

A lot of thoughts rushed through his mind. Did you actually expect him to send you a love letter? Did you hope it was him? 

He sensed you were about to leave though, so before he could regret it, he asked you, “Why do you want to know who sent it anyway?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question.

“I understand the curiosity and wanting to know who it is but… if they didn’t show up, why are you still waiting?” He clarified.

“Akashi-san, you’ve never confessed to someone have you?”

He gave a slight nod.

“Well, I don’t see why you’d need to,” you mumbled more to yourself than him. Clearing your throat, you continued, “The thing is, confessing takes a lot of courage. And writing this letter asking me to meet them here would’ve taken a whole lot of that courage already. I think that, if they were able to go that far, then I should at least hear them out right?”

That… surprised Akashi. 

“But then again, there’s always a possibility this is just a prank,” you added as an afterthought. 

Unsure of what to say, he just nodded. “It is possible, considering how long you had to wait.”

You smiled, “The wait was fine though. I had fun learning shogi.” 

You actually had fun learning how to play? Looking back, it did seem like you were enjoying yourself… 

It’s strange. Akashi realized just how much his view of you changed in one afternoon. Earlier, you were that bubbly, energetic girl bouncing through the halls. Now, you were this thoughtful and kind person who liked to learn. You also said you had fun playing shogi, which nearly made Akashi’s heart skip a beat.

Oh. 

Oh.

He gets it now. The reason his brain was acting all slow was you. With that thought, everything became clearer. 

Now he wishes that love letter really was a prank.

“Ah Akashi-san, I think I have to go home soon,” you said, holding up your phone. “You’re heading out too right? Wanna walk with me?”

He blinked in surprise but quickly agreed.

“Great, just let me get my things first-” And with that you rushed back into the club room.

Akashi stood staring at the empty hallway, still caught up in his thoughts and trying to process what just happened between you two just a few seconds ago.

When you came back out with your things, he couldn’t help but smile softly. The two of you fell into conversation easily, and by the time you walked out of the school gates, you were still in a talk that showed no signs of nearing an end.

He wanted to continue walking and talking like this, but there was a car and a driver waiting for him in the exact opposite direction of where you were headed.

“Well, goodbye then L/n-san,” he said, hoping the reluctance wasn’t obvious.

You smiled in response. “Goodbye Akashi-san. It was nice talking to you.”

With that the two of you went your separate ways. Throughout the car ride home, Akashi could think of nothing but you. It would seem… he has taken quite the liking to you.

He isn’t sure what’ll happen next, but he’s looking forward to seeing you again and hopefully, talking more with you too.

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note .. THIS CAME OUT LONGER THAN ORIGINALLY INTENDED but anyway i actually enjoyed writing this,,, yk all the stuff potentially going thru akashi’s mind when he has a crush intrigues me and uhh i hope u guys liked this and if u do PLS LMK WHAT U THINK !! it would legit mean the world if u guys did <3

[kjack89]

Wordle

Posting at a strange time (for me) because I wrote this on my lunch break and it’s quasi-time sensitive (with spoilers for today’s Wordle).

Modern AU (obviously), developing E/R.

R U OK?

HELLO????

Plz text me back xoxo

Enj this is not a joke this is an emergency

SOS 911 RED ALERT

Text me back and let me know you’re ok or I’m calling your mother.

Nothing sent chills down Enjolras’s spine like a threat to call his mother, and nothing told him that Courfeyrac was entirely serious like seeing him use a period at the end of a text, and he frowned down at the string of texts Courfeyrac had sent him over the last hour before calling him. “I am absolutely fine,” he said by way of greeting. “And I am fascinated to know what happened to make you think otherwise.”

Courfeyrac let out a sigh of relief so loudly in Enjolras’s ear that he had to pull the phone away. “Oh thank God,” he practically wailed. “I really feared the worst.”

“What happened?” Enjolras asked urgently. “I was in court, so I—”

“Oo, what were you charged with this time?” Courfeyrac asked, with no small amount of glee.

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t the one being charged, I was defending a client for the Public Defender’s office, but that’s not really the point—”

“No, the point is that if you’re going to drop off the face of the Earth, you really need to warn someone,” Courfeyrac told him.

The rapid change in tone was beginning to give Enjolras whiplash, and he shook his head before saying, as calmly as he could, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Courf, but I’m sorry for whatever it was that made you so worried.”

“You’re forgiven,” Courfeyrac said.

Enjolras waited a moment for him to elaborate before asking, “Can you at least tell me what it was that I did?”

There was a momentary pause before Courfeyrac hedged, “Well, it was more what you didn’t do.”

“What I didn’t do?” Enjolras repeated a little skeptically.

Courfeyrac cleared his throat. “Listen,” he started, in a tone of voice that told Enjolras that he was not going to enjoy the direction this was headed, “you have a pretty specific routine in the morning, and the fact that you deviated from it this morning raised some alarms. But I realize as I’m saying it that it was probably a little bit of an overreaction on my part, and what I want you to remember is—”

“Spit it out.”

Courfeyrac sighed. “You didn’t post your Wordle score on Twitter this morning.”

Enjolras closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head before asking through clenched teeth, “Me not posting my Wordle score is your definition of an emergency?”

“Well—”

“For fuck’s sake, Courfeyrac, I thought someone had made a threat or something had happened—”

“I’m sorry,” Courfeyrac blurted, and to his credit, he did sound at least a little apologetic. “The first text was mostly a joke but then when you didn’t respond, I really did start to worry that something had happened.”

Enjolras pinched the bridge of his nose in an almost certainly futile attempt to stave off a headache. “I understand that,” he said with as much patience as he could muster, “but did it perhaps occur to you to check the shared Les Amis calendar before texting me in a blind panic?”

Courfeyrac’s silence was the only answer he needed.

“Tell Combeferre to meet me at the Musain,” Enjolras said shortly.

“Just Combeferre?” Courfeyrac asked, and even though Enjolras’s couldn’t see him through the phone, he could absolutely hear the puppy dog eyes he knew he was making.

“Just Combeferre.”

Courfeyrac’s pout was even clearer than the puppy dog eyes when he asked, “Why?”

“Because if I see you in person right now, I might throttle you.”

Courfeyrac paused. “Fair enough.” His tone turned saccharine. “I just hope you know that it came from a place of love—”

“Goodbye, Courfeyrac.”

Enjolras hung up and scrubbed a hand across his face before sighing.

He really needed to get some better friends.

- - - - - - - - - -

“I am going to kill your boyfriend,” Enjolras announced as he sat down across from Combeferre.

“Please don’t,” Combeferre said mildly, pushing a cup of coffee across the table to Enjolras. “There’s four months left on our lease and I’d hate to have to find a roommate.”

Enjolras scowled as he took a sip. “Appealing to my better angels?” he asked sourly.

Combeferre shrugged. “Or at least appealing to your practical side,” he said, taking a sip of his own coffee. “He sends his apologies, by the way, not that I think that’s going to make it better, and I deleted your number from his phone so he won’t be able to text you for a while.”

“Won’t he be able to find it in any of our many, many group texts?”

“Probably,” Combeferre said with another shrug. “But it’ll take him at least a few hours to realize he can do that, and I figure by that point you’ll be over it.”

As much as Enjolras wanted to argue with that, he also knew it was true. He never could stay mad at Courfeyrac for long.

It was like trying to stay mad at a puppy. It just wasn’t realistic.

“Just remind me to discuss the proper use of words like ‘emergency’, ‘SOS’ and ‘red alert’ at the next Les Amis meeting.”

Combeferre hastily turned his laugh into a cough. “Will do,” he assured Enjolras. They both sipped their coffee in silence for a few moments before Combeferre cleared his throat. “Can I ask a dumb question?”

Enjolras raised an eyebrow. “You’d be the first to tell me that there is no such thing as a stupid question.”

“Then why didn’t you post your Wordle score on Twitter this morning?”

“Oh my God,” Enjolras groaned, running a hand across his face. “What is with the obsession with my Wordle score? I thought we had agreed Wordle was basically over since the New York Times bought it anyway.”

Combeferre didn’t seem deterred. “We more or less had, but still. You’ve been posting your Wordle score for weeks, including in the days since the New York Times announced the purchase.”

“And?” Enjolras asked.

“And I think Courfeyrac was especially interested in seeing what your score was today,” Combeferre said, with a little hesitation. “Given what the Wordle answer was.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that Courfeyrac’s interest in today’s Wordle is going to piss me off even more?”

“Have you done today’s Wordle?”

“Yes.”

Combeferre looked at him expectantly. “Ok, so…”

He trailed off and Enjolras frowned. “So…what?”

“Did the answer perhaps remind you of someone?”

Realization hit like a ton of bricks and Enjolras closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I am going to kill your boyfriend.”

“Again, I’d prefer if you didn’t, there’s only one of him and I have grown awfully fond.”

Enjolras ignored him. “It is bad enough that I let him do a goddamned astrological chart reading to try and convince me that me and Grantaire were some kind of star-crossed lovers—”

“I believe his words were astrological soulmates,” Combeferre said in what he mistakenly thought was a helpful sort of way.

“—But now he thinks that he’s somehow going to find justification for why we should date in my fucking Wordle score?” Enjolras snapped.

Combeferre cleared his throat delicately. “I think he thinks that how quickly you figured it out would be an indication of how frequently you think of Grantaire,” he said carefully.

“That is the most asinine—”

“I mean, is it?”

The rather casual way that he said that made Enjolras stop his rant in its tracks to gape at him. “What is that supposed to mean?” he spluttered. “You’re not telling me—”

Combeferre held his hands up defensively. “I’m not—”

“You can’t seriously tell me that you buy into his lunacy—”

“I think lunacy might be a bit harsh,” Combeferre said. “But I also think that you haven’t answered my original question.”

Enjolras stared at him. “What question?”

“Why didn’t you post your Wordle score this morning?”

There was something just a little too smug in Combeferre’s voice as he repeated the question, and Enjolras looked away, crossing his arms defensively in front of his chest. “Well now I don’t particularly feel like answering that question,” he said, not caring that he sounded like a petulant child.

Combeferre had the audacity to look amused. “Why not?”

Enjolras scowled. “Because you’re just going to read something into it that you shouldn’t.”

“And you’re not even going to do me the courtesy of deciding that for myself?” Enjolras didn’t answer and Combeferre sighed. “Do you want to know what I think?”

“Not particularly but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”

Combeferre didn’t dignify that with a response. “I think that you didn’t get today’s answer,” he said instead. “A lot of people didn’t, the double letters always trip folks up. And I think that you didn’t want to post it because you didn’t want to hurt Grantaire’s feelings.”

Enjolras wanted desperately to argue with him, but he knew from experience that it wouldn’t end well for him if he did. “Fine, you caught me,” he snapped. “I didn’t want him to know that I didn’t think of him. Ok?” There was a knowing look on Combeferre’s face and Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “What?”

“Nothing.” Combeferre shrugged unconcernedly. “I just think that it’s a little sweet, that’s all.”

Enjolras groaned. “I told you that you were going to read into it.”

“Am I, though?”

Enjolras stared blankly at him. “Are you reading into it?”

“Yeah,” Combeferre said patiently. “Because the fact that you’d even think of him, and what his reaction would be…”

“He’s my friend,” Enjolras said defensively. “And a pretty renowned drama queen – though after today, your boyfriend could give him a run for his money.”

Combeferre huffed a laugh. “My boyfriend could always give him a run for his money.”

Enjolras scowled. “Still. I know I have a reputation for not caring about people—”

“That’s not the reputation you have,” Combeferre said. “You have the reputation for caring about people quite a bit in the aggregate, perhaps even for caring too much. You just have a reputation for sometimes missing the nuances of caring for certain people as individuals.”

That was certainly a tactful way of putting it. “Exactly my point.” Enjolras sighed. “But regardless of that reputation, I don’t relish hurting anyone’s feelings, and knowing that Grantaire is a renowned drama queen, I figured I’d do what I could to soften the blow.” Combeferre looked like he was one second away from making kissing noises and Enjolras scowled and looked away. “Anyway, you can text Courfeyrac and tell him because I’m sure he’s just dying to know.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Combeferre said loyally, and when Enjolras just gave him a look, he amended, “I would at least wait until we’re done to do that.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. “We’re done,” he said with another sigh.

Combeferre started to stand before hesitating. “Anyway,” he said, “if you give this much thought to Grantaire’s feelings, maybe you should give some thought to whether Courfeyrac is maybe at least a little bit right about how you feel about Grantaire.”

Enjolras just shrugged, not meeting Combeferre’s eyes. “Believe it or not, I know exactly how I feel about Grantaire.”

For a moment, it looked like Combeferre might pry further, but he settled for nodding. “Ok.” He hesitated. “You know we just want you to be happy, right?”

“I know,” Enjolras said with a sigh. “It’s the only reason why I put up with this.”

Combeferre laughed lightly. “Alright, well I’m going to go relay our conversation to Courfeyrac before he paces a hole into our rug at home. You need anything while I’m up?”

Enjolras shook his head. “No, just make sure you tell him that I’m still mad at him.”

Combeferre rolled his eyes affectionately. “I will tell him that you are absolutely furious,” he said solemnly.

“Just go.” Enjolras sighed and pulled his phone out, navigating automatically to the tab in his mobile browser that had Wordle open. A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at his score from today, though he caught himself after a moment, locking his phone with more force than necessary.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He hadn’t entirely lied to Combeferre.

He had decided not to post it because he thought Grantaire might read something into it.

But it wasn’t because he was afraid Grantaire would think he hadn’t thought of him.

It was because he was afraid Grantaire would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had.

Just as he did every morning.

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U open for a req? Can you do Notice by Little Mix for a Draco smut? Really love your writing aaaaaaa 🙈🙈🙈

notice | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with draco and you are determine to change that

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation, praising, overstimulation, breeding kink (?) (lemme know if i missed any)

word count : 3.3k

a/n : feels like i’ve been dead but hopefully i’ll be consistent again :) also thank you for requesting and hopefully i didn’t mess this up 

MASTERLIST

You twist and turn in front of a big mirror that sits on the floor, smiling as your fingertips graze over your figure. Looking back through the mirror to see just the ends of your bed in the dimly lit room. You began to fix your hair into a low ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way of your robe. You looked over the mirror one final time to make sure everything is in place before marching to your boyfriend's dorm. Your reflection was a true beauty, standing so still in the cold atmosphere as the delicate white lace decorates your body, covering only the necessary bits.

Oh, he's gonna love this, or maybe not?

Lately, your relationship with Draco has taken a toll, nothing terrible but it's definitely something, an inconvenience if you will. Since the exams are coming up he has not been able to put down his book, perfecting his skills to come out on top of everyone else. Not that there's anything wrong with being ambitious– he is a Slytherin after all. It's just– he's been benching you to the sidelines, though he still gives you attention he's not giving you the attention that you need. Specific attention that only he can give to you.

The throbbing ache in between your legs has been kicking you in the guts for days and you have been so patient but tonight is the night you change things.

You quietly hum as you pick up your house robe to put on over your lingerie, walking delicately across your dorm as you opened your door, heading straight to the blonde's room. It wasn't a long walk and as you approach the door at the end of the corridor you didn't even bother to knock, slowly twisting the doorknob as you let yourself in.

Just as you predicted Draco is sitting by his desk, drowning in hundreds of parchments and textbooks. Like your dorm, his is also dark, only a little desk lamp to unveil his pale face. You were so quiet he didn't even notice you come in, and so you walk closer and closer to his sitting figure.

With every step, a new feature of his is brighter– clearer. How the top of his head is messy– probably from running his hands over it again and again. How his brows knit together as his eyes wander over the page of the book he's reading. How he bites his lips in between those perfect rows of teeth. Or how his long slender fingers toy with the edge of the paper– the veins running down his flexed arms– oh how much you've missed those fingers.

Right as you revealed yourself from the dark he looked up, his bright orbs meeting yours in the dark. He was happy you've come, you could tell by the way the corner of his lips twitches into a tiny smile he likes to hide– thinking you wouldn't notice them.

"I didn't hear you come in" He whispered as he extended his arms out to reach your hips– slowly pulling you closer to him.

"Well, you had your nose buried deep in those books" You replied with an identical tone, hushing to him in the dark.

Draco was about to set you on his lap before you stopped him, picking up your hand as your fingers grazed over his, grabbing onto it softly as you guided his hand onto your chest. You were halfway there before his hand froze,

"Not tonight darling, I've got a lot t–"

"When is it then Draco?" You snapped at him before he even got the chance to finish his sentence. Shocked at your reaction Draco's brows shot up, looking up at you as if you were an unsolved puzzle with a missing piece. "You're always busy studying! I put in all this effort into myself and– "

"Effort? Not to burst your bubble darling but you came exactly in a school robe, what effort?" He cut you off as you did with him seconds ago.

"You haven't even tried taking it off– oh for merlin's sake–" You continued to raise your voice as frustration takes over you, in which you ended up ripping off your robe– showing Draco everything that sits underneath.

From the way his eyes shot open to analyze every aspect of your body, you really thought he was going to put down his book for a second but everything comes crashing down as he parts his lips. "I'm still busy Y/N," He said as if you didn't just strip yourself in front of him.

He sighs as he continued to speak "Maybe if you go and sit down and be quiet like a good girl, I might just consider your little offer" He finished off his sentence.

"Consider? Oh, you've got to be fucking with me" You started again as the palm of your hands flew to your hips, right when you were about to open your mouth again an idea struck you. Maybe if– yeah that might just work.

"Dray please" Your figure softened as you pouted to him, showing him your big shiny eyes. "I miss you" You continued as you lowered yourself to his lap, your hands slithering around to the back of his neck as you move around in the spot.

"Later okay?" He replied as he kissed your nose.

Frustrated with him you shot out of his lap to stand straight. "Fine, I'll do it myself" You hissed at him as you stomped down to his neatly made bed. You continued your way to the bed as you heard Draco chuckle from behind. You knew he was enjoying this, toying you around on a string knowing he's the only one who could really get you there.

You sat right in the middle of his bed as you got comfortable on top of the heavy sheets. You had a few ideas and one of them has got to work, right?

You began to gently trace your hand from the top of your neck, slowly bringing it down to your collar bone and to the valley of your breast where each sat so beautifully on the cup of your lingerie. You squeezed your breasts ever so gently, drawing out the pleasure that comes with it.

You looked up to see Draco still reading his stupid books. You casually rolled your eyes as you continued your actions. With every movement, you imagined it to not be your own but rather the touch of the boy in front of you. How he would run his hands all over your body before ripping each piece of clothing off.

Your hand left your breasts to continue down to the heat in between your legs. Keeping all eyes on him, you slowly drew your legs apart, touching everything that could be reached before placing your cold fingers directly on top of your cunt.

You were soaked– your juices staining the outside of your underwear. Just then you began to put pressure into your fingers, slowly rubbing your clit through your underwear as you let the little moans slip out.

Draco tensed immediately upon hearing your voice, yet he continued to face the other way, keeping his eyes on the long pages of the book. You resumed your actions and moved your underwear to the side, goosebumps start to form on your arms as the cold wind hit your sopping cunt.

"It's not gonna work princess" Draco called out as he flipped a page. You knew that if you answered he was gonna win, and so you push and push until you could get to him.

Your moans and whimpers grew louder by the second as you worked your fingers faster on your clit, you knew it was starting to bother him, but you needed that one last push to really rail him.

"Oh– fuck" Your moans cut in parts as you found a sweet spot,

"Yes– Oh god Theo–"

The second his name slip past your lips Draco immediately stood up, throwing the book that was in his hand across the room, and sprinted towards you just to rip your fingers away. Right when he touched you, you could see flames behind his cold eyes, anger as you moaned out his best mate's name instead of his.

Draco didn't say anything at first, all you could see was his eyes, roughly as he took both your hands and pinned them right on top of your head on the headboard. "So this is how you're gonna play hm?" He asked as his face neared your own. He was so close that all you could smell was him, how his toxic scent of mint and citrus circles around the air as you inhale it.

You looked deep into his eyes, and you knew he would give you what you wanted all along. The air was thick around you as you didn't answer his previous question. All you could do was wait for him as he trapped you under his body and his strong gaze.

"I asked you a question Y/N, now where are the manners I taught you?" He asked as he slurred his words.

"Y-yes! I mean no or I–" You opened your mouth to answer him yet all that came out was blabber.

"Pathetic" Draco basically spat at you as he pinned your hands higher, making you sit straight rather than slouched down like you were earlier. "Open your fucking legs" He continues as you obeyed every order coming out of his mouth.

You slowly opened your legs as your wet cunt revealed itself, your underwear going to its original position to cover your heat. You could see your juices leaking down the side. You switched your gaze back to your boyfriend on top of you, a small smirk formed on the edge of his lips as he looked into your heat.

You stayed silent as Draco carefully picked out his next moves. Slowly he stroked your thighs higher and higher until he rested his palm right on top of where you needed him, he was so close yet so far away, and so it surprised you when all of sudden he delivered a hard smack onto your cunt, jolting your body awake as your back arches.

He didn't stop there, giving you exactly two more slaps before soothing the covered skin. Tears pooled on your bottom lashes as you looked at him, his eyes still bore into your sopping cunt and his hand strong as he kept both your hands in place.

Draco kept quiet as he slowly moved your panties to the side– exposing your burning cunt to him. Your hole clenches as the cold air swoops over it, the mixture of pain and pleasure clung onto you. Your body jolts once more as Draco gave your cunt another slap, right on your clit where you're most sensitive.

"Fucking Theo" Draco said, breaking the silence. His fingers slither around your cunt as he gathered all the widespread juices. Massaging your clit gently as you threw your head back. "You wanna go down to his dorm now? Show him how much of a cockwhore you are?" He said as each word went straight to your core.

You quickly shook your head but that wasn't good enough for him "Use your words" He spat as his hand broke away from your cunt to grab your face.

"N-no" You quickly said as he tightens his hand around your jaw,

"No who?" He asked once more

"N-no D-Draco," You said as you mentally cursed yourself for stuttering so much.

Draco stayed still for a second, looking deep into your eyes before letting go of your face just to shove his fingers up inside you. He didn't give you time to adjust as he started to fuck you with his fingers.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as you threw your head back and your eyes roll to the back of your head. The continued feeling of pain and pleasure didn't leave you as it got more intense from Draco's actions. His long and slender fingers worked themselves deep inside you, turning you into a puddle under his touch.

"Can Theo do this?" He asked through gritted teeth as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt "Fucking answer me Y/N! Can Theo do this to you?" He snapped as you failed to answer his question once more.

"N-No he can't" You finally screamed out as he speeds up.

His fingers continued to assault your throbbing cunt as he felt every inch of you. How your walls tighten around him every few seconds due to how good he made you feel. The fact that it's been a while since you've done this adds to the pleasure, it feels exactly or even better than the first time he went down on you.

It wasn't long until you feel like you were about to burst. The tight coil starts to form at the pit of your stomach as Draco moved to kiss you down your neck. "This is what you wanted right?" Draco mumbled against your collar bone.

"Yes– please I'm so close" You moaned out loud once again.

You were right on the edge, screaming his name as the once silent room was now filled with the sound of your filthy moans and slick heat. Draco didn't have to do much to get you there and so he continues as you felt your walls tighten and your breath hitched. "Oh, I'm gonna cum– Draco fuck.."

Suddenly he stopped his actions, pulling his fingers out of you as you whined at the loss. "But as I remembered you wanted Theo, not me," He said as a smirk grew on the corner of his lips.

A feeling of panic grew within you as Draco started to get up, without thinking twice you grabbed onto his wrist keeping him from standing up, you got up on your knees as your face met his. "N-no no please, I only want you" You brought your hands up to cup his face as you peck his soft lips. "I'm sorry please–". The room fell into silence as you tremble in front of Draco. Just as you were about to speak again, he opened his mouth.

"Get on your hands and knees"

Your eyes widened as you slowly let go of his face, scrambling back onto the bed to get into position. You settled down as you faced the headboard, arching your back just like he taught you. You couldn't see him but you could hear the light shuffling behind you and soon the warmth of his hands on your hips.

"My poor baby, you want to come don't you?" Said Draco as his fingers work to slide your underwear down– the cold air meeting your open cunt once more. "Let's see if you deserve it" You jumped as you felt a tongue flat on your cunt, slithering around as it works down on you. It didn't take long for that one familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to return.

You arched your back further, shoving yourself to him to finally reach orgasm yet he surprises you once more. You knew you were close but as soon as that feeling came you felt the loss of his tongue on you as the air filled his spot.

"Draco please– I'm sorry" You choked out as another orgasm was robbed from you. He didn't reply as he simply taps your lower back. Before you know it you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

"Are you sorry though?" He said as the tip of his cock slips into you "For all, I know you're just a cock hungry whore" He continued as he pushed more of himself into you "Willing to take anyone to fuck you" His hands made way to your hips, gabbing onto them as he rammed the remaining of himself into you, forcing his way in– taking your breath away.

You felt every inch of him, ripping his way through you as the pain and pleasure continued to linger. Just as you were about to answer him, he abruptly pulled back and slammed into you, giving you merely seconds to adjust before repeating his actions.

Then and there he started to pound into you, taking all the air from your lungs. You felt him- his hand as one left your hips to grip your throat, slowly lifting you up so that your back meets his chest.

"You're mine..." He said as the grip on your throat tightens "...And I'm not sharing you with anyone" The feeling that was robbed from you twice started to come back. Your walls tighten as Draco's other hand snuck down to your clit, rubbing in fast motion as you struggled to keep still. "Did I make myself clear?"

You had a hard time processing his words as his cock and his fingers work on you "Y-Yes– Clear Draco" You spat out as the feeling becomes too overwhelming. You couldn't think straight but you knew you were close. Your moans became louder as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the darkroom making you dizzy.

You could hear Draco talk and groan behind you but you couldn't register what he was saying. "I'm c-coming– Please can I cum?" You started to stutter as the feeling sits on the edge of your body. "Please Draco please can I– fuck" You lost your breath as he didn't slow down his movements.

"Go on then, show me how good you can be coming on my cock" He whispers into your ear as you let go. Your hands grabbing onto him as he helps you through your high, continuing the motion on your clit and pounding into you as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. His hand slowly unclasped your throat– letting the air flow through you again. He guided you through it all just like he always does but he doesn't stop there.

"D-Dray too much -p-please" You whined pathetically as he continued to rut into you, overstimulation started to take over you. Black spots started to appear at the edge of your vision and your consciousness started to slip.

"I'm not done darling– you wanted this so be a good girl and take it," He said in between groans as he speeds up once more. You continued to moan and whine as he reached his high.

Finally, his hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming uneven as his breath hitched behind you. Draco held onto you as he was approaching, making you feel the warmest of love at the pit of your stomach. "Fuck Y/N" Draco groaned as one of his hands reached out to grip the headboard.

Soon you felt him come inside you, shooting white ropes of cum deep into you as he finally stops his movements completely.

His deep breathing could be heard from behind you as he slowly pulls out from behind you and guides you back down onto the mattress. "Hold it in" He whispered as he turned you to lay on your back.

You could feel your eyes stutter and Draco moving from somewhere above you. The warmth of his palm made contact with your skin as he glides them up and down the side of your legs. "Dray–" You whined as you could feel yourself returning from the fizzy headspace, moving around as you slowly sat upright before you were stopped by him once more.

"Oh no we're not done here," He said as a small smirk formed the edge of his lips. You wanted this, and now you will have to sit in for the whole night as you two caught up on what you've missed.

TAGLIST : @microwavedhampster @o-rion-sta-r @willowmores @whenuwereyoung

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Hi! I love your work and I’ve been binging it for a while! <3 I was wondering if I could have some angst and a broken heart since it seems I like to suffer. ;’) Can I have headcannon with an insecure adventurer reader who’s in a relationship with one of the Mondstadt boys (or just the dark night because I’m down bad since he didn’t come home). They are insecure because while they are a great adventurer, ever since the traveler came, they’ve been living in the traveler’s shadow with everyone, even possibly the readers lover, praising the traveler. The reader takes on increasingly difficult missions, even putting their life on the line since they feel as though they have to prove themselves. In an attempt to stop the reader, the Mondstadt boys tell the reader that they aren’t the traveler, but instead of the good intent behind it, the reader takes it as if their lover prefers the traveler and decides to try and give up adventuring since they realized that not once did their lover go on an adventure with them, but they did with the Traveler. This was long, I’m sorry, but feel free to reject it! Stay safe and healthy!

hey!!! a few little notes: i ended up going with just diluc and instead of hcs, i wrote a little one-shot. i hope you enjoy it and i hope i nailed your idea lol <3 enjoy! (requests are open)  also: u will pull diluc!!! and thank u for ur support :3

before reading: 1.8k words, little mentions of blood but nothing graphic, kinda angsty w feelings of despair (tw?? idk), under cut for length

The first time you realized you had fallen into Lumine’s shadow is when your weekly commissions are given to her. Jean didn’t give you much explanation when she sent you home for the day but you could only assume it’s because Lumine could do them better

The second time is when you were absent for a weekend to clear out Hiluchurls from Wolvendome and when you returned back to Mondstadt to share the news, everyone was preoccupied helping Lumine find her brother.

The third time is when, despite your tireless efforts to protect your hometown this year, Lumine was chosen as the Windblume Star.

You had gone from the Knights of Favonius' greatest knight to a mere shadow. Your accomplishments and achievements felt like nothing when compared to Lumine’s and you became desperate to be known again. You watched your teammates pick Lumine over you, choosing to accompany her on adventures, and your friends constantly chatting about how amazing she was.

And, well, she was.

Lumine was beautiful. She was delicate and soft and fought gracefully, while you often came home covered in dirt or blood. And she was kind - so, so kind. She offered her hand to you on multiple occasions, never once seeing you as the threat you saw her as. And beyond her looks, Lumine was passionate and strong and everything you were not. She had everything you had and more except for one thing.

Diluc.

But when you saw Lumine sitting at the bar in the tavern, sharing a daring story with your boyfriend, you became doubtful.

From your seat on the second level of the tavern, you had a perfect view of the pair. Diluc looked happy - perhaps even happier than with you - and your heart broke. Would Lumine be the end of an era between you and Diluc? You loved Diluc to death and all you wanted was for him to be happy.

The truth was, you were running out of patience, running out of fake enthusiasm and fake laughs and fake smiles when Diluc bragged to you about what Lumine did that day. The constant praises and compliments towards a woman who wasn’t even in the room tore you apart bit-by-bit. You were finding it harder to get through each day as Diluc slipped through your fingers.

When you finally broke your silence, you talked to Kaeya.

It was an accidental breakdown - Kaeya had made a cheeky comment about how his brother was spending an awfully lot of time with the traveler and you just broke down. Realizing the severity of the situation, Kaeya pulled you into his office and closed the door. He let you sit at his desk until you calmed down.

“What’s going on?”

So, you told him. You finally let out the bottled up despair and, frankly, jealousy you had been holding in for the past few weeks. You told Kaeya about how you went from ‘hero to zero’ and how you didn’t even deserve to be a knight anymore.

“If I’m not a knight, I don’t have a purpose,” You said solemnly. “I haven’t picked up my sword in a month, Kaeya.”

Kaeya makes a noise of acknowledgement and urges you to continue.

“And I can’t stand how she’s better than me! I’m the Revolutionary Knight - not her!” Despite your angered words, you’re suppressing panic deep in your chest. “She’s already taken so much from me and she’s going to take Diluc.”

“Diluc loves you,” Kaeya reassures you. You’ve never heard his voice this soft and serious before. “Nothing Lumine can do is going to make Diluc ever stop loving you.”

Deep down, you knew that. You knew that Diluc loved you and planned to marry you one day, you knew that. It was just hard to convince your heart of that. As you stared down at the floor, you heard Kaeya sigh.

“Maybe you just need to show him you’re just as good at Lumine.”

That night, you packed a bag before Diluc got home from the tavern and left for Liyue. You would fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring back Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would see your heroic nature and forget all about Lumine - they all would.

***

When Diluc came home that night to find your absence, he began to worry. You were never one to leave without saying anything so Diluc rushed to the Knight’s Headquarters quickly. He was fortunate that Jean and Kaeya were still there finalizing some paperwork.

“Master Diluc?” Jean asked, rising from her desk as Diluc rushed inside her office. “Is everything alright?”

“Y/N is missing,” He said quickly.

“Missing? Are you sure?”

“Yes! They never go anywhere without telling me,” Diluc continued. He noticed Kaeya avert his gaze and snapped his eyes over to his brother, “Kaeya, what do you know?”

“I may have told them to do something heroic to win you back,” Kaeya said, realizing his idea may not have been the best.

Diluc’s eyes widened, “Win me back?”

Kaeya sighed and explained what was going on with you. Diluc’s heart dropped into his stomach and he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been. He should have been praising you, not Lumine. “They mentioned something about the Cryo Regisvine-”

Diluc didn’t let Kaeya speak another word before he took off. You couldn’t have gotten that far and when Diluc noticed the darkening weather, his feet picked up their pace.

***

A fierce gust of wind made you cover your face with your arms. Out of nowhere, it started pouring rain but you wouldn’t let that stop you. You pushed through the impending storm and made your way down into the cave where the ice monster lived. You gripped your sword tightly as the monster sensed your presence and unraveled, turning the downcoming rain into shards of ice that landed on your skin like needles.

Without much delay, you charged the Cryo Regisvine and landed three hits on its corolla before one of its leafy arms wacked into you, sending you hurdling backwards. Your sword was knocked out of your hand and you struggled to catch your breath.

More sharp icicles pierced your skin and a spray of freezing air coated your skin. Yet, you still managed to grab your sword and stand. Your hobbled toward the monster again and when the same leafy arm came towards you, you slashed at it.

The monster let out a screech and retracted itself before slamming it’s head down towards your body. You dodged the first hit but were caught off guard when the second hit knocked you off your feet. You barely had time to roll away when it slammed it’s head down a third time.

“Y/N!”

Diluc surged forwards, grabbing your arm and forcefully pulling you to your feet. Your sword became lost from your hold and the sudden movement caused the blade to scrape down your leg before clambering to the ground again. A nasty gash was left and you seethed.

He couldn’t even think as he pulled you away from the monster. You had never seen Diluc move so fast. He didn’t let you go until you were both far enough from the cave to feel secure. Diluc’s arms wrapped around your shoulders tightly and you were too stunned to say anything.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mind felt foggy. You tried to open your mouth and speak but no words came out.

“Do you realize how dangerous that was?”

“I just...Lumine…”

Diluc pulled back at this and stared in your eyes. You couldn’t quite match the emotion on his face. “You’re not Lumine!”

His words cut deep and you felt tears soak your eyes. Maybe if your head was clearer and you could actually hear your thoughts, you would have realized Diluc didn’t mean it that way. But the only thing consuming your mind was that he was right. You weren’t Lumine and you would never be Lumine. “I know!” You cried out suddenly, “That’s why I have to go and kill that thing! So I can give you a hoarfrost core and you’ll love me again!”

Diluc only looked at you. His hands ran down from your shoulders to your hands and he brought your left hand to his lips. You heard him sigh before kissing your knuckle gently.

Your wet hair was dripping water down your face in freezing cold droplets. At that moment you felt useless. You weren’t able to fight the Cryo Regisvine and bring Diluc a hoarfrost core. He would leave you for Lumine and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You’re hurt,” Diluc said, motioning to your leg. In your desolate state, you had forgotten about the gaping wound on your leg that was pouring blood. “Come on - we’re going home.”

You were too upset to protest and let Diluc maneuver your body onto his back. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and relished in the warmth his vision released. You held onto Diluc like it was the last time you ever would.

The walk back to Mondstadt was silent and when you two arrived at your shared house, Diluc let you down on the couch. You could only stare at your lap.

“I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, “Next time I’ll finish what I started.”

“There won’t be a next time,” Diluc said sternly, “No way you’re ever going there alone again.”

Your face stiffened into annoyance. “I’m the Revolutionary Knight - I can do it.”

“No, you can’t.” His words seemed cold and unusual but they were coated in concern. Diluc reached up and cupped your face with his large hands. You tried to pull away but his grip was firm, “It’s okay.”

The situation was suddenly overwhelming and far too much to deal with. The tears you had been holding back tumbled down your cheeks and your words were choked between sobs, “Lumine is so perfect and I’m not...I don’t want you to leave me...I know I’m not good enough but-”

He stopped your rambling with a kiss. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” He whispered, taking you into his arms. You hid your sobs in Diluc’s chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Eventually, your cries settled.

Diluc spent the rest of the night dressing your wound and laying with you in your bed. He didn’t stop comforting you until every horrible thought about yourself was gone from your mind. In the morning he would talk to you more but for now, his job was to make you feel strong again.

And it would take a while but one day you would come to realize that you were just as good as Lumine and no one could truly compare to you. Like the storm on that horrifying night, this too would pass.

[lovetorn]

PvP & summer don't mix [dream]

C!Dream x Reader

Summary: Dream pushes you too hard during a training session.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: passing out, swearing

Request: okay so you are one of my favorite writers on this god forsaken app. so idk if you would be willing but ive had this idea and i just need to get it out. so imagine c!dream like training the reader and maybe he is working the reader a lil too hard and maybe they pass out from exhaustion and he just feels really bad abt it.

A/N: thank u for ur request, anon! also, omg one of your favourites? thank u :') sorry it's so short, but i hope it's okay!

The piercing sound of a thin blade on thick metal cuts the air. You smirk at the sound and draw your sword back. Sweat drips down your temple and collects on the back of your neck and you’re scarily lightheaded. Nonetheless, you wish you could see the look on Dream’s face as he swings his axe backwards to rest on his shoulder.

“Good.”

You give him a confused look. “What the fuck? Good? That’s it?” Dream nods. You throw your head back to look at the blue sky and huff in annoyance. “All that for ‘good’?” You grumble—you’re frustrated now. You’ve been training for hours, sparring and sprinting and the only sign that you’ve improved is Dream’s comment of ‘good’.

You had asked him a few days ago to help you, not wanting to be around him for any other reason, but you didn’t think that he’d train you this hard.

“Again.”

You throw him an incredulous look and shake your head. Although the action makes you dizzier than you’re already feeling. “No, I can’t. I feel like I’m gonna pass out," The sun is burning your skin and your muscles ache and you're beyond exhausted.

Dream shakes his head, too. “You said you wanted to get better at PvP, and I am taking my time to help you. Again.”

You roll your eyes, take a step forward, and go to counter his argument, but, instead, you slip into darkness. Dream doesn’t say anything as he watches you drop your iron sword on the grass and collapse. He isn’t going to lie, he thought you were joking.

“Come on, up! Y/n, I’m not kidding,” Dream starts walking towards you, and soon realises that you aren’t laughing at your own oh-so-funny joke. “Y/n?” Dream becomes panicked and drops to his knees beside your body. He places his axe next to him and brings his hands to your shoulders. He says your name again, and yet again, there’s no response.

“Shit,” he mumbles, shaking your shoulders. He pauses and slides his mask on top of his hair, his vision becoming a lot clearer. He furrows his eyebrows before he looks around the grassy biome that you’re in. He hears the familiar sizzle of a creeper a few yards away and grows impatient. “I need you to wake up now, this isn’t funny.”

Realising his situation, Dream attaches his axe to his back, slides his hands under your knees and back and lifts you off the ground. He adjusts his grip before spotting the creeper. Its eyes are focused on him and an odd feeling of fear drains him of any confidence he had before he takes off in the opposite direction. Dream dodges trees and vines to make it back safely to the community house and when he spots it, he sighs in relief.

“Dream? Why is your mask—why are you carrying Y/n?” Sapnap asks, confused, as he spots Dream. The dirty blonde then realises his mask isn’t covering his face, panics, but forgets it as he pushes past Sapnap to get in the house.

“I need a wet towel, Sap, and some water,” Dream places you on the couch and kneels beside you. He peels his mask from his hair and places it on the floor—he doesn’t care who sees his face at this point. Sapnap stands in shock next to the door and quickly gets to work when Dream gives him a stern look. Dream focuses on you again, brushing your hair away from your face.

He’s never been this close to you before, you look so peaceful. He’s used to hard glares and snarls from you usually; especially when you see him a little too close to your house, or when he drops you during sparring. It’s reassuring that you don’t wear that same pissed-off expression all the time.

“Here,” Sapnap holds out the towel and the bucket of water. The youngest is quite worried about you, seeing that Dream was so concerned he took off his mask.

“Thanks,” Dream brings the cold towel to your forehead and wipes away the sweat that still remained. “Sit, Sapnap.”

Sapnap’s eyes widen and he takes a seat on the crafting table next to the couch. “What happened?”

Dream sighs before he answers. “We were just training, and Y/n passed out.” He keeps it short and simple, not wanting the blame on himself, for now. Sapnap nods, but doesn’t believe a word from Dream’s mouth—he knows him too well.

The sound of you groaning draws their attention from each other to you. You groggily open your eyes. “The fuck?”

Dream breathes out in relief, smiling at Sapnap and then you. A subtle smirk plays on Sapnap’s lips when he sees the ease on Dream’s face.

“Dream?” You ask, puzzled. He nods and urges you to remain to lie down when you try to sit up. “I told you I was tired,” You say, rubbing at your eyes, not believing you were seeing him without his mask on.

“Nice one, Dream,” Sapnap rolls his eyes and leaves the two of you alone.

“I’m sorry. You said you wanted to improve, and I took that and ran with it and didn’t see that you were clearly not okay and—“ You placing your hand on his fingers makes Dream stop mid-ramble. You were quite shocked to hear him apologise—he made it clear that he wouldn’t be caught dead saying sorry.

“It’s okay, okay? Next time, we train when it’s not so hot,” You giggle, not quite back to reality yet. Dream nods, the feeling of your hand in his making him smile softly.

"I guess PvP and summer don't mix," He mumbles and exhales a small laugh. His attempt at a joke makes you cackle, though.

Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

[uuujeewriting]

you can do it! [albedo, kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc]

s/o has been going through a depressive episode and lacks motivation to finish their work and is getting anxiety because of it

tw: none, mentions of depression/anxiety, nothing too much. fluffy comfort <3

albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

a/n: self indulgent bc i'm way behind school and in the middle of a depressive episode so motivation's been lacking ;-; hope you guys are having a good week tho!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

oh? unmotivated you say.. self depricating thoughts? intrusive ones too?

albedo was never one to mope around when he was stuck on some problem he's yet to puzzle together, but seeing you exhausted, anxious and so... dull–he desperately wants to take all your worries away

he's a bit slow, failing to realize your depressive episode for a few days. as it prolongs, he notices how you seem to talk down to yourself and give up easily

sometimes, you don't even start work at all

this is due to your anxiety, he assumes as you think you're incapable of finishing or doing the work satisfactorily enough.

pulling you into an embrace from behind as you work on the projects you've been stuck on for the past few weeks, he gently whispers into your shoulder

"darling, have you been alright recently? are you in need of assistance?" he asks

he presses a loving kiss on your neck and you stifle a chuckle

"it's that apparent, no? i've been under the weather for quite a while now.."

as you explain your reasons and all your troubles to his end, he nods and hums ever so often

"you must be feeling drained, hm? well, frankly enough, i seem to need a break myself."

"eh? albedo where-!!”

he pulls you away from your working place and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently as he smiles at you

"aside from your unmotivated self, i reckon you need reassurance for those intrusive thoughts of yours."

and that, ladies, gentlemen and folks, is how you end up cuddling with albedo until the sun sets and you fall asleep

bask in the comfort of his words as he calls you his everything and more :')) <333

kaeya

my, oh my. what's gotten into his precious little love?

he's sharp, quite easily takes notice to your frantic and dim self.

he sees you sitting outside, head in your hands and sighs leaving your lips every now and then

unbeknownst to you, he creeps behind you and presses a careful peck on the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch and look back quickly

he was about to laugh at your cuteness, but as soon as he's reminded of your troubled state, he sits beside you and takes your face into his hands

sir we're in the plaza-

"oh archons, why is my sunshine so dim these days?" he pouts

rip u probably after this

"kaeya.. well, you see-"

and as you explain your current doubts and anxieties, he strokes your cheeks softly and looks into your eyes fondly

when you're finished, he nods and presses a light kiss on your forehead, a silent promise to accompany and help you on your endeavors to face your troubles

"i'll always be here for you, my love. if there's anything i can help you with, do not hesitate to come into my arms, hm?"

"noted, mr. suave"

jkjk o r a m i

he laughs and kisses you on the edge of your mouth

"what say you we head into the tavern for a bit? you could use some relaxation, right?"

as if you had a choice other than to say yes

childe

this man would know the second it started

having a bunch of siblings has its benefits huh

when he walks into your shared room and sees you on the edge, tears brimming your eyes he sits you down on your bed

"hey, hey.. i'm here, it's alright."

as you cry in his embrace, he rocks you gently, shushing you softly in an attempt to hinder your tears

"you can tell me if you're up for it, honey. i'm never too busy for you."

"i-it's just that-"

mhm. oh? why, how dare they treat you so harshly. really? why must you have to be burdened so heavily?

he acknowledges your struggles and worries with gentle strokes and brushing through your hair

"you have it really rough, don't you? ah well, nothing we can do but-"

"childe?"

he stands up and leaves the room for a second

he comes back with food, drinks, your favorite clothing of his, a scented candle you bought and some books you have yet to finish reading

the action warms your heart as you sniffle and smile at your lover

as soon as he lays down with you, prepare to never see daylight again as he won't let go for the longest, and i mean longest time ever

"i love you, y/n. you're strong and don't let anything, not even yourself, make you think otherwise."

zhongli

dearest, must life be so unfair to you? why you out of all people?

zhongli is wise–he knows something is bothering you when it does. that being said, he isn't sure whether or not he should approach you so directly

especially if it seems like a sensitive topic

instead, in your depressive state and anxious fiddling, he calls you over to him

he pulls you into his lap as he takes your face into his hand and kisses you tenderly

"my dear, has anything been bothering you? might i offer my hand in dealing with them?"

you'd think kaeya's mr. suave then this man pops up with his broke ass

"as a matter of fact.."

as you go on and state your dealings and troubles, he listens with an almost solemn look

he looks at you with utmost affection and concern when you finish

"the terrains of life have been steep and intimidating, you have been very commendable for braving through these, my dearest."

he places his lips onto your own and strokes the back of your head lovingly

for a reserved man, zhongli easily expresses his affection for you in multitudes of ways

his kisses being one of them

after parting your lips, he peppers your face with his kisses and you laugh quietly at his ministrations

"might i suggest a quick stroll to take your mind off things?"

you agree, thinking that once you head home, you'll be back to work with a clearer mind

little did you know mr. no money in his pockets got a liiiittle surprise for you as you won't be returning to your work any time soon :DDDD

by 'surprise' i mean he's taking you out to dinner

yall nasties

diluc

diluc is a busy man, dealing with a winery and all

along with his night profession (which he has only admitted to you and the traveling duo)

you did your best to hide your troubled self and aid him in his work, but you can only hold the facade for so long before it eats you up inside

when you break, he is slightly taken aback but is quick to comfort you

he sees you shaking and situates you on his couch as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you curl into his figure

he's very warm

"sweetheart, would you mind telling me the problem?" he asks

he waits for an answer as you're still trying to find the words

"diluc, i'm sorry for bothering you.. i know you have plenty on your schedule and-”

"y/n, you're my top priority, no matter what. my work is nothing compared to what you mean to me."

and it's true, you're really his top priority

woohoo !! :DD

when you explain your anxieties and doubts to diluc, he's very understanding and listens to you earnestly

"-and that's why i've been so.. down, let's put it."

he strokes your face and presses his forehead to your own, looking you in the eye softly

he pulls you in tighter and closer, pressing kisses to your jawline and below your ear

"thank you for expressing your troubles with me, my love. i'm sorry for not noticing earlier."

"no need, love, you're very busy and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to understand me."

he pulls away for a second and shakes his head

"again, my work is nothing compared to you. i am willing to put aside all my responsibilities for a week in order to ensure your happiness."

uh wh a t

"ah," you laugh concerned, "sure–"

"which is what we're going to be doing this week." he smiles

welp. no turning back now

enjoy ur week with the redhead you utter s i m p

[baeshijima]

like an everlasting frost, my love for you is eternal

PAIRING : artem wing / zuo ran x gn! reader

WORD COUNT : 800+

A.NOTE/s : this fic was created with 80% guizhong’s lullaby 10 hour extended ; 14% tender strength piano comp ; 5% genshin cn vas singing hikaru nara and 1% snezhnaya’s greatest love machine 

thank u for ur time

tagging : @eggmarr​ @kazuqha​ @lilikags​  

Perhaps you should have seen this coming. The signs were all there and, looking back on it now, it all makes sense; it was inevitable, even if you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

It was only a matter of time before a situation such as this would arise. You were a fool for thinking otherwise.

“Artem...” you trail off, watching your lover hobble hopelessly away from the bed. “You need to stay in bed.”

With as much resolve he can muster, Artem slowly turns his head to face you and steels his steadily dying voice. “I’m fine.”

You don’t believe it. Not even for a second. Even a newborn can tell he’s lying.

Sighing, you bring your hand to gently rub your nose bridge. “Artem.”

“Yes, my love?”

“You caught a cold, and yet you’re trying to move on your own.” Striding towards the man, you gently push him down onto your bed. Even with his attempts of insisting he’s okay, the coughs interrupting his sentences do little to help his case. “Take a rest, and let me take care of you for once.”

Well, how could he refuse you when you put it like that? 

And so with a sigh of defeat, Artem leans back onto the pillow as you pull the duvet up to his chin. With one last smile, you softly lay a kiss on his forehead before replacing the area with a small, damp towel and go to leave the room to prepare some much needed soup for him while he rests.

In the midst of your cooking (you do your best to remember and follow the techniques Artem has taught you in your previous cooking escapades), you check in on Artem’s resting form at regular intervals; both to replace his towel, and to make sure he’s actually allowing himself to sleep.

Luckily for you, he did listen and has been sound asleep for the past two and a half hours or so. With the soup done, you leave it to simmer on the lowest setting as you await for Artem to wake up naturally.

Looking outside, you really should have seen this coming. It’s flu season, after all. But this winter has been particularly cold and there’s even been reports of snowfall happening sometime soon. You hope that when it does happen, Artem will be better so he can enjoy it, too. After all, he did come all this way to spend the off-days with you. 

A sudden chill washes over you, the slowly dropping December temperature becoming more prominent when you realise you’re underdressed (in other words, you’re not wearing one of Artem’s warm turtlenecks). With a newfound resolution, you quietly make your way upstairs and into your bedroom in search of his turtlenecks.

Slow and cautious, you open the door without making a sound in fear of waking your boyfriend up, only planning to get his cosy clothing and leaving after you replace his towel. What you don’t expect to encounter, however, is the sight of Artem sitting upright while staring blankly at the wall ahead.

“Artem?” His head snaps up at the sound of your voice. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, I feel much better now thanks to you, (Y/n). My head is a lot clearer, and my temperature has gone down.” He responds, a warm smile slipping onto his countenance. To further prove his statement, he pulls the blanket off of his lower half, turns his body so his legs hang over the side of the bed, and gets up before walking towards you.

A small, happy huff escapes your lips. “I see. Well, that makes me feel a lot better knowing I’ve done my job well!”

“You most definitely have,” Artem chuckles. His eyes follow your retreating form in confusion until they soften at the sight of you happily picking up one of his turtlenecks, and slipping it on top of your shirt.

Truthfully, Artem will never understand how you reciprocate his feelings, even after the past year of being together. Like a star, you were always within his sights, but never in his grasp. Constantly chasing after the fading image of your back, until you no longer continued on without him; until you turned and flashed him a welcoming smile upon finally catching up to you and holding you in his embrace, never to let go and to always cherish you.

In all honesty, he still feels as though you’re just beyond his reach but it’s moments like these that make him believe that he stands on equal footing with you — even if it’s just for a mere moment.

“Since you’re up and about, let’s go eat the soup I made.”

Artem perks up at the sound of your voice. “You made soup?”

“Yup! Some good ol’ vegetable soup will nurse you back to full health!” He chuckles at your excitement, letting you (carefully) drag him out the door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen where he fondly watches you reheat the soup again when sitting at the table.

Even though the day didn’t go as planned, Artem wouldn’t find any faults so long as he’s in your company; even if he’s the one who fell ill from when you asked him to dance in the rain with you last night.

[dameronology]

rescuer {din djarin}

summary: din djarin rescued you - and then you rescued him {for @drinksomecoco !! i hope u enjoy}

warnings: brief mentions of torture, swearing

this is like....4k words?? it got a little out of hand, i won't lie to u.

- jazz xx

It wasn’t often that The Mandalorian found himself becoming attached to bounties.

Twice. He’d done it twice.

The first time, he swore to himself that it would be the last. Adopting his little green surrogate...frog? Son?

Okay, adopting his little green surrogate Grogu had brought enough tension into his life. It had gotten him back onto the radars of both the Empire and the New Republic; thrown him into some weird form of fatherhood that he wasn’t quite ready for and tipped his entire way of life upside down. Despite all that, he never stopped to question if all the exhaustion was more trouble than it was worth, because he loved his kid. Completely and entirely in ways that no parenting book or fairytale could ever quite describe. It was an intense form of love and attachment - and Din knew it was going to hurt when he would eventually have to return the Child to his own people. That was a little far off though, because he couldn’t investigate any further til he had the means to do so. Money and resources weren’t limitless and even The Mandalorian had to find means to an end.

Going back to the Bounty Hunter’s Guild wasn’t ideal, especially not with the kid in tow - but did he have any other way? Din didn’t know any other way of life, let alone another way of earning money. Besides, he figured it would only be a quick few months. A couple jobs here and there until he had enough in savings to travel far enough to find where Grogu really came from.

But it was two bounties; two bounties that he would find himself becoming attached to. Grogu was the only one.

It was through that decision to return to the Guild that Din Djarin would find himself stumbling across the next one. He was offered five pucks - the first four were easy. Standard jobs, really. Runaway criminals and Imps who had crossed people so many times that trying to work out their loyalty was head-ache inducing. He found them all in a matter of days, really. They were good at hiding but it didn’t count for much when The Mandalorian was good at finding.

Then there was you; the fifth puck. The one he thought was going to be the easiest.

Finding you wasn’t a problem. Tucked away in a corner of rural Tatooine - maybe twenty, twenty five minutes shy of Mos Eisley - you were hiding in plain sight. It would have been enough to protect you from anyone else but Din was an unrelenting expert in finding those who didn’t want to be found.

He never quite knew what to expect when he closed in on a bounty. Sometimes they ran and sometimes they hid. A few of them had tried to appeal to his humanity; to try and connect with the man they hoped was behind the mask. Because aside from the husky voice that occasionally escaped the helmet, there was no proof that The Mandalorian was anything other than a very convincing droid. That was, until, someone would lay a hand on his son or ship and suddenly, a wave of pure human rage would burst out from beneath the beskar.

You couldn’t have hidden from him or run away, even if you wanted to. Not because you were scared, but because you were chained up; wrists and ankles in shackles, keeping you tied to the walls of a filthy docking bay. From the sand piled around your feet, it was clear that you had tried to kick up a fuss at some point.

But based on the way that you looked at him - with tired eyes and a hopeless expression - that made Din realise: you’d lost the will to fight. He knew that you weren’t going to wriggle away or try to engage in combat.

“Are you…” The Mandalorian trailed off. “Are you alone?”

“Probably,” your eyes flicked up from the ground, unknowingly capturing his gaze. “I think I’ve been left for dead.”

He sighed. “I’m looking for a...Kan Durant. Is he here?”

“No,” you shot back. “He left me here for dead about a week ago. Probably knew that a bounty hunter was going to come after him at some point.”

“Do you know where he went?”

“I’m chained up,” you said. “Isn’t the answer to your question a little axiomatic?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “But if you know anything, it might be helpful.”

“Try Corellia,” you muttered.

Corellia. That was...doable. Not too far and not too hard to search. That would be his fifth and final puck and then Din could set off for the sunset in search of his kid’s home planet. That’s what this whole thing had been about.

But...you. You’d been left for dead - and based on the bruises around your eyes and on your limbs, that was the least of what you’d gone through recently. What kind of man would it make him if he left you? A fucking awful one, obviously, but what was he supposed to do?

Din slowly leant down, pulling a thin tool from his belt. He fiddled around with your cuffs for a moment, until there was a low hiss. They fell from your hands and onto the sandy ground - he expected you to get up, or to run, or do anything but sit there and stare at him with gaunt eyes. Maybe it was foolish of him to think that merely freeing you of your restraints was doing his part for the greater good.

“Is there anywhere around here where you can go?” he asked. “An inn? A cantina?”

You snorted. “No. I’ll die.”

“You can get food and medicine out there.”

“Mos Eisley is swarming with Durant’s men,” you explained. “The minute I step foot in any town or port here, they’ll know.”

Maybe being with Grogu had softened him, or maybe The Mandalorian genuinely couldn’t find it himself to leave you. But, he found himself doing the unthinkable: sticking his hand out to you, lifting you up, and leading you out of the docking bay and back towards his ship. He didn’t know what he was going to do or how he was going to do it but really, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. His main focus had been on keeping you alive until you were within the safety of the Crest.

You stumbled slightly when he put you down, tripping and falling towards the control panel to shut the loading bay doors. At least you were intuitive.

With that, you fell back to the ground. It was becoming clearer and clearer that you were in a bit of a state - how long did you say it had been? A week since Durant had left - so that was at least seven days without proper food or water. It was a miracle you were alive. Din had got there just in time.

“Why are you helping me?” you asked. “What do you want?”

He glanced over in your direction. “I don’t want anything.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” you shot back.

“I wasn’t going to leave you there,” Din replied. He paused for a moment, before turning to face you. “I’ve heard Durant’s name before. I know what he does to people.”

“Aren’t you more worried about finding him and getting the bounty?” you pushed.

Truth be told, Din wasn’t that bothered. He had enough money from the last four pucks to get him where he needed to be. The fifth had just been a little extra, so he had an easier time letting go of it. He certainly wasn’t the only hunter going after Durant’s ass and worst case scenario, Karga would give him a little bit of shit for not completing the job. All of that was a lot more manageable than living with the guilt of leaving you in the dark to die.

“Someone else will get him. I’m sure.” Din muttered. He reached for a ration pack stored away on a shelf and tossed it in your direction. “You should eat this. I’ll get us in the air and find some bacta-”

“- you really don’t need to,” you cut him off.

“Eat,” he pushed again. “You’re weak. You’ll need it.”

--

Over the next few days, you would come to find that forceful-but-caring demands were The Mandalorian’s main language.

He didn’t talk much - or at all really. He didn’t need to, not when you kept to yourself on the lower deck of the ship whilst he dealt with everything else. He didn’t seem to mind that you weren’t helping; after all, you’d been in a weak state when Din had found you and standing up had been hard, let alone maneuvering around the flying hunk of metal. You were beginning to feel a little more spry, thanks to the food, water and bactaspray. The combination was hardly an elixir of life but you’d found yourself feeling a little more human.

Sleep was the hard one. A combination of confusion - at the situation, at Din, at where you were going - and nightmares made it hard. Every time you closed your eyes, you found yourself hurtling back in time to when Durant had first captured you. You’d been a test dummy for all his weapons and experiments and really, you were just lucky to be alive and in one piece. It didn’t count for much though, not when you couldn’t get a single fucking second of shut eye.

You would have been a fool to think that Din hadn’t picked up on it.

He was observational by nature and even more so by craft. A man who was constantly looking over his shoulder and straight ahead; a warrior who had been raised to keep a weapon by his side at all times. Of course he was going to notice your insomnia, and the way your eyes seemed even more sunken and dull than when he’d first found you.

You were sitting in the hull when he approached you. Not a lot had been said, other than the occasional eat this or put this on your bruises. Again - all a little forceful, but with a sense of genuinity behind the words. You still had a hard time believing that he was legitimately just a man who wanted to help you.

“I find that noise helps.”

You glanced up at him. “I’m sorry?”

He cleared his throat. “When I can’t sleep, and when I have nightmares, I find that being in a room with white noise helps distract my brain.”

“Oh, right,” you gave him a small nod. “I s’pose it is pretty quiet down here.”

“It’s noisier up there in the cockpit,” he replied. “We’re going to be in hyperspace for a while so if you want to get some sleep, I’ll stay down here.”

“Thank you.”

For the first time in days, you finally showed a glimmer of emotion. It was just a smile - and one he figured was a forced one - but still, it was a good sign.

Din’s eyes followed you as you stood up, heading for the ladder up to the cockpit. You stopped in front of it for a moment, palms wrapping around one of the rungs. At first, he thought you were just pondering, or taking a moment to rethink your actions, but then a light bulb went off in his head. You were too weak.

Moving slowly, The Mandalorian positioned himself behind you.

“Is it okay if I put them here?” he quietly asked, large, gloved hands hovering over the side of your hips.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied. “Thank you.”

With Din’s support, you were able to grab onto the hatch above and pull yourself up, boots hitting the ground of the cockpit. He followed you up, guiding you over to one of the pilot’s chairs. The lights of hyperspace were flashing by, illuminating the entire room in a white-gold glow. It felt odd to be up here after so many days of confining yourself just to the hull - forbidden, even with the invite from The Mandalorian himself.

“How did you know that I get nightmares?” you asked, turning around to face him.

The helmet tilted slightly. “I get them too.”

“I’m sorry,” you softly sighed. “Thank you again for your help.”

“It’s okay,” Din brushed it off as though it were nothing. “We have about four hours til our next stop. I’ll wake you up before we get there.”

“Is that where I get off?” you asked.

“No,” he firmly replied. “It’s not safe there either.”

You had more questions that you wanted to ask - now more than ever that he was finally talking - but you were far too exhausted to even try. Once you’d fallen back against the chair and been handed a blanket out of nowhere, the noise of the surrounding machines practically dragged you out of consciousness.

---

One question you had wanted to ask Din had been about the duration of your stay.

How long were you supposed to stay on board? How long did he want you there?

You were almost scared to ask, for fear of the answer. After all, you barely knew him. He could get up at any moment and demand that you left, and you wouldn’t have been able to argue. All of this - this looking after you, this roof over your head, this care - felt too good to be true. Like it was all part of some elaborate ruse.

But it was funny, because you were even more scared that it wasn’t. If Din - or The Mandalorian, as you knew him - was truly just a nice person with pure intentions, then that was about to be dangerous territory for you. The minute that you started trusting him, and the minute you started to see him as someone who could protect you, would spell trouble. You had never intended to become attached, but it was only natural. You hadn’t had a single person look out for you - not once in your life.

Every time he made you food, or helped you up into the cockpit, you felt yourself slipping that way. A six-foot pile of beskar should not have been a sign of comfort, but the helmet came to symbolise...something. You didn’t know what. Attachment, maybe? A little inkling of affection for whoever the hell was below those inches of steel?

A few weeks passed and the tension slowly began to falter. It was probably the proximity more than anything, but the time proved to you more than anything that Din was genuine. He was helping you because he wanted to - there was no personal gain for him, nor monetary. He actually, honestly just wanted to do good.

And doing good, he was. Whilst he still kept his distance, he looked after you. He made sure that you ate enough to recover from your periods of deprivation and once a day, he would clear out of the cockpit for you to get some rest. He still helped you up the ladder every time -and even when you told him you were strong enough, he still stood back and watched just to make sure.

Because, truthfully, The Mandalorian was beginning to see something in you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what, but he was intrigued by the way you were slowly beginning to show him parts of yourself. Where your eyes had once been gaunt and lifeless, they now had a spark in them. You were quiet when you’d met, but now you spoke to the kid and you hummed to yourself. It was like the life that was sucked out of you was slowly being breathed back in, day by day and bit by bit.

“Do you wanna get some sleep?” Din asked you one day.

“Yeah, sure,” you glanced up at the Child, giving him a small smile. “When did you last sleep, Mando?”

Another helmet tilt. “I get enough sleep.”

“I don’t believe you,” you thinned your eyes at him.

The Mandalorian sighed slightly - normally, that would have been a sign to literally anyone else to drop it. But with you? Nope. You saw that as a sign of progress; that the little, tiny display of emotion meant you were beginning to chip past those godforsaken layers of beskar.

“I get nightmares about Durant,” you continued. “Every time I panic and wake up in a cold sweat, I remind myself that I’m safe, because I know that you and the kid are here.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “You can tell me anything and I promise I won’t judge you. You’ve never judged me.”

He pondered for a moment, before releasing another deep breath. “I can’t sleep alone.”

“Really?”

“Last time I did, I woke up and my parents were gone,” Din explained. “So I wait til the kid wants to go to sleep and I just go with him, so that I’m not alone.”

Your heart dropped a little at that - partially because he’d opened up to you, but also because the Child rarely ever slept. If Din only ever waited around for their exhaustion to coincide, it must have been months since he’d last got a decent night’s rest. It was the least he deserved.

Nodding, you stuck your hand out towards him. “C’mon.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna sleep and so are you,” you replied. “You need it and if I’ve done everything that you’ve instructed so far, I think I should have the same in return.”

--

Din didn’t want to admit it to himself at first.

It being multiple things: the fact you were helping him, the fact your presence on his ship had made the place seem better, the fact that his heart skipped a beat every time you brushed past him.

Bar his surrogate son, Din had never been close with anyone before. He’d never even slept in the same goddamn room as anyone else, even. That was a fucking mammoth step for him, but when you took his hand? It felt like a baby step. Just a tiny hop from A to B. Not a massive milestone, or a moment of personal progress. You had made it seem so simple.

Maybe that was it.

You never over-complicated anything. Your intentions were always clear and simple - there was no moral ambiguity, no moments where Din had to question whether or not he could well and truly trust you. He just knew. It was funny, because it was the exact same situation you’d had with him - questioning why he was helping you, trying to work out what he wanted. This whole time, Din had been helping you solely because he thought it was the right thing and it’s what you were doing for him too.

Din liked when you sat close to him. There was a little wave of warmth he felt every time you shuffled a bit nearer to him when you both crashed on the floor of the cockpit, and a tiny swarm of butterflies that flew through him when you stuck by his side in busy towns and cities. It was clear that you found comfort in him after so many years of going without it.

In turn, he found comfort in you. Not just in the way you unintentionally looked after him, but just...everything. Your presence had been a little odd on the Crest at first, but now it felt weird to be without it. Hearing you single quietly in the shower and have one-sided conversations with the Child filled a hole in his life that he hadn’t even realised had been there.

It was as though he’d had a missing puzzle piece his entire life; a gap between all the interconnected parts that hadn’t been integral, but certainly inconvenient. And now that it was filled, he could take a step back and finally look at the bigger picture that had been forming. All the pieces were finally there - you and the kid and whatever odd family unit that made you - and the galaxy didn’t seem so nonsensical anymore.

A little over two months after he first found you, word got around that Durant had finally been captured. Not by Din, but that hadn’t mattered - because killing the man who had hurt you, even after everything, would never amount to everything he’d done for you.

The relief didn’t last long for you, though - because as soon as you realised you no longer had a reason to hide, it dawned on you that you no longer had a reason to stay with Din. Or, at least not one you were willing to share with Din. Begging to let you stay just for the sake of being near him didn’t seem like a very convincing argument - at least not from where you were standing.

But from where Din was standing, it was a little different. You were part of his life now, even if you had no idea. That wasn’t your fault, though. He wasn’t exactly the best at vocalising it. Admitting it to himself had been hard enough, let alone to you.

“So,” you spoke softly, clearing your throat. “I suppose you’ll drop me off at the next planet?”

You were both sitting in the cock-pit; the Child was asleep downstairs and the Crest was soaring through the last stretch of hyperspace before Nevarro.

Din didn’t want to drop you off. He didn’t want his ship to be silent all over again or to sleep without you by his side. The thought alone of not having you around anymore was enough to make him a little watery-eyed beneath his beskar barrier. You’d grown on him, and in return, he’d kind of, accidentally fallen in love with you.

“You don’t have to go,” he said.

You peered over at him. “If you can think of a reason for me to stay aboard, please do let me know.”

“I want you to stay,” Din replied. He gently reached out a hand and took it in his - it was the first time that he’d given you such a vast gesture. “Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “It is.”

--

Staying aboard the Razor Crest was one of the best decisions you’d ever made.

Not only because it meant you were well and truly safe, but because Din’s direct request was a sign to you that you weren’t imagining things. Whatever attachment you felt to him, he felt it too - but it ran deeper than that. There was a mutual concern and respect for one another. Something born of two lifetimes spent on their own, finally coming together in one.

Things had been a little slow before then; the way that you danced around each other, like two magnets that were meant to come together - just with a little hesitancy. There had been a lot of late nights and long trains of thought about the signals that the other was giving off; about whether you’d misinterpreted the way his hands lingered over yours, or the way you’d practically passed out on his shoulder.

But, after that - after Din had openly asked you to stay, and you’d happily agreed, things began to move a little faster. Where you’d once been slowly walking down that hill and towards each other, you were now slipping, tripping and falling.

With each passing night, you inched closer towards each other. God forbid you ever found out, but Din even found himself pushing the pilot’s chairs closer to each other when you weren’t in the room, just so he could properly feel you next to him when you dozed off. He enjoyed your presence at the best of times but it was those dark, quiet moments when he genuinely and fully needed you.

It came to a head one night when you’d laid down with the Child beside you - not upstairs in the cockpit, but in the tiny cot in the hull of the ship.

There wasn’t room for one person, let alone one person and a tiny creature. Even worse, for two people - one in a beskar suit - and the creature. It just didn’t work. It shouldn’t have worked.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way, and the moment that Din saw you dead to the world with the Child in your arms, he was certain that he was going to make it work. Maybe with a bit of reshuffling there, and if he just moved the kid here - and that was when Grogu bit him pretty hard on the finger.

Disregarding his reshuffling plan, he knew there was only one option left.

It was something he’d never dreamt of doing before, simply for how terrifying and exposing it was - but he took one glance at you, and once glance at his kid, and he knew it was going to be worth it in the long run. It was merely a necessary step to getting closer to you - physically, mentally emotionally.

You stirred slightly at the sound of metal clattering to the floor - not enough to wake up, but enough to be a little more aware of the room around you. A moment later, there was a quiet hiss, and then everything went black.

In your sleepy state, your brain reacted a little slowly - but then the mattress beneath you dipped, and you felt someone’s skin against yours. Not just skin, but stubble against the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to it, and warm fingers tangling with yours.

“The armour,” you murmured. “You took it off.”

“It was the only way,” he softly replied. “It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” you let out a sleepy hum. “Good night…”

“Din,” he quietly said.

“Good night, Din.”

[mywritingonlyfans]

i like the idea of thomas for the dad/christmas fic 🥺

heeey!!! thanks for comment on it again!!! once again, i'm sorry for not writing that one with the person 'we' mentioned first😅 hope u like it!

-> dad!thomas raggi x reader

prompt: in which, dad!thomas is bit late for xmas to see his little girl! bonus. he teaching his little girl how to play the guitar!

warnings: none, just the good stuff today!! oh, we actually talk more about the 'finals' holiday than xmas itself on here so i hope it doesnt be too awkward for people who don't celebrate it.

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You closed the fairytale book, putting it in its place on the shelf, and then tidied the blanket to cover Alice better. One of her arms was on her new guitar, which Santa Claus had left for her at Thomas's mother’s house; and by Santa you meant Thomas. She was so happy at the moment that you couldn't wait to show him the video. 

 Despise this, the smile on her face hadn't lasted long, you didn't know if everyone could see that she looked sad or if it was something maternal that warned you about it. She was asleep, and even though you could tell she was heartbroken, her long eyelashes rested under the freckles of her chubby face; appearing to be all agitated - she had not cried, but you knew she had held back her tears while you put her to sleep. You didn't blame her, you missed him, too. 

 You hugged your torso, wanting to stay there with her, you didn't feel like going to sleep knowing that he wasn’t home for Christmas. When you looked at her again, with her sad little face, you suddenly felt bad for not thinking about letting her sleep with you; since she liked it when you let her stay in Thomas’s side of the bed when he wasn’t around.

“I love you, angel,” you whispered, brushing her hair away from her face and placing a kiss on the prominent freckles on her nose. She mumbled something you couldn't understand, and smiling silly at your girl, you took her purrs as your cue to make your way to the kicthen.

You hummed one of Thomas’s band songs to yourself after you checked that there was no messages or new call on it. He promised he would at least contact you, and as long as you are together he never was one to broke his promises; so what you could do was wait. 

 It was the first Christmas after you had Alice that he hadn't been able to come back home on time. And as much as you told him that you understood and that everything would be fine, which was true, you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

You kept the leftovers Alice had begged her grandmother to give her on the frigde, remembering how she had planned on eating it with Thomas when he got home. Glad pleased, you could imagine how happy he’d be that she thought about doing it for him. Just when your mind was ready to get lost in a scenario where Thomas would be home for the Holidays, the vibrations of your phone interrupted you.

“Hey, babe. Merry Christmas!” You said excitedly. It was him, he wouln’t forget of you. It was late at night and you had no idea what time it was for him, but still he called. 

“Merry Christmas, babe,” He said in a slurred, almost inaudible voice. He looked a bit sapped and busy.

“It's not a good time, right? I can call you later if you can’t speak right now or are feeling too tired,”

“Nah, it’s fine,” He assured, a bit breathless, getting clearer over the phone. “How was your day? How’s Alice? God, I missed you,”

“It was good,” you sighed, thinking about being cheeky and adding that it would have been better with him, yet you were afraid that it might make him feel worse. “Alice is fine too. She loved the guitar, you will love to see it. I filmed everything, she didn’t stop jumping with it in her arms, telling your parents how it was just like the one his dad have. She misses you so much, Thommy, and I think she’s learning how to deal with it.”

“She’s learning...” he repeated. “I wish she didn't need to learn to deal with me being away from her,”

“Don’t say that, I made a bad choice of words, you know she loves you and she loves even more the way you love her extra when you’re back. She understands, Thomas,”

“She’s 5 years old, Y/N,”

You let the silence fill the chasm between you. You felt how sad he was, he had been away for a long time because of the turns before, still he always managed to return for the special dates - just as he had promised when Alice was born - but this time, well, this time it wasn’t possible.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and you visualized in your head his eyebrows furrowing as his hand ran agonizingly through his hair, just as he always do when he‘s feeling in low spirits. “You’re right. I should be focusing on the good things, soon I’ll be home, I’m gonna teach her to play the guitar, show her all my love and be the best dad in the world,”

You laughed at his abrupt change in mood mixed with a hint of himself. “I know you will, babe,”

“I’m gonna be the best boyfriend too,” he would give continuity to his words when a loud noise of something falling stopped him abruptly.

“What was it?” You asked. You made it clear that you were suspicious, and by his nervous laugh he knew that. After all, what would he say about the noise that seemed to have come from the room next to where you were? “Oh my god, Thomas, that can’t be you.”

He didn't even need to answer, the sound of your steps going on his way was enough for him to know that you knew he was there, making him curse himself for being so clumsy. And just like in a flash, you were in his arms. He dropped his bag on the floor, giving you al of his attention as he squeezed your shape to his body.

“You’re here,” you bured your face on his chest, letting the feeling of comfort fill your nostrils, and then soul. “You’re really here.” You added in a breathless sigh.

Relief taking over his body as you snuggled into his frame, he grinned, “I promised that I would try my best to be with you all the special dates, didn't I?” He asked, holding your face so he could look at you properly. “Are you crying?”

You nodded at his soft voice. “I’m sorry,”

He laughed, a nasal sound that you missed so much. “It’s ok, 5 months is a long time,” He said, tracing kisses across your face. “I promise I’m gonna love you extra now.”

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It was already possible to see the sun rissing outside, yet you refused to close your eyes and lose any moment with Thomas.

You rested your head on the pillow, waiting for him and thinking of how lucky you were that he managed to catch a last minute flight to spend the New Year at home. He was scheduled to return only after the first day of the year, somehow things would have worked out better than expected and he managed to get back sooner.

“She looks like an angel sleeping so calmly.” He spoke, lying beside you under the covers.

“I thought you were going to wake her up, she'll go crazy when she sees you.”

“I know,” He smiled, proud of himself. He knew she was the definition of daddy’s little girl. “I will wait until she wakes up. I'm dying to fill her with kisses and hugs.”

Still with his charming teeth and cute dimples on display, he pulled you to his chest, trying to wrap you in the blanket next to him. “She loves you. She doesn't care about the time you spend away, as long as you come back to her.” You nuzzled into his neck, squeezing him tighter as you said that. It was likely that this would happen more often, letting Thomas blame himself for that wouldn’t do him any good.

He bobbed, kissing your forehead, enlacing you with the same intensity. “I know, babe,”

“How was turn?” You asked, looking at him, making sure that he was fine. He was thoughtful, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

He told you about his gigs around the globe and you were happy feeling his body soften on your arms. His voice almost lulled you to sleep, but you were sure you would never tire of hearing him talk about what he loves. You showed him the video of Alice receiving the guitar, seeing his eyes fill with water after she said that she‘d be just like her father made your chest almost explode with love. In the best possible way, of course.

“You can sleep if you want, babe.”

“No, I want to spend more time with you.”

“I’m here, I am not intending to go anywhere.” He patted your hair, rubbing his nose through your hairline, and the last thing you remembered was feeling his lips on your temple.

When you opened your eyes again, he was no longer there. You rubbed your eyes tight, trying to adjust to the light, wondering if there was any possibility that it might have been a dream, but then a sweet chuckle brought you back to reality.

Alice was standing in front of you, with the guitar resting awkwardly on her shoulders. Her eyes went from you to Thomas, as if asking him if everything was all right. You smirked lightly at her features that looked the same as Thomas's.

She started playing something, which looked incredibly bad, Thomas wrinkled his nose in an attempt not to laugh so as not to discourage her. He should have spent a lot of time helping her, and she looked like she was trying. Her lips was between her teeth as she concentrated to play her less than a minute of song was so cute that as much as you didn't understand a thing, you couldn’t help but feel proud of her.

“It’s Vent'anni,” Thomas mouthed, waving his hand in a way that would get your attention but not hers. “It’s Vent'anni.”

“Oh my god!” You opened your arms for her as she finished playing, watching you with her excited eyes. “It’s Vent'anni.”

She grinned from ear to ear, handing Thomas the guitar, and then jumping into your arms.

“Did you like this?” She asked happily, making ‘this’ sound like ‘dis’. “It’s not perfect but I’ll get better, right dad?”

“Yes, better than Damiano trying to play It!" Thomas confirmed, stroking her back as he approached you. “Good mornin’, love.” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you,” you kissed his cheek, wishing he could feel how much you love him. “And I love you too, little one,” you mumbled, pinching Alice’s nose, which eyes was stuck on the two of you.

She laughed, her gaze still on you and Thomas. She looked like a completely different person from the night before.

“Dad said you look cute when you're tired.”

You knew that you looked tired, the day before wasn’t the best and you had barely slept. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at Thomas who had a silly smile playing on his lips and felt your cheeks get hotter. The reason you still felt that way when he complimented you was a mystery, you liked it anyway.

“You are a gossip little thing,” Thomas joked, poking at her sides.

“No, I’m not.” She laughed, trying to run away from him flawlessly, letting him hug her as she recovered her breath.

“I love you too, both of you,” she pointed a finger at both of you. Thomas's smile was priceless, you could live in there forever. “but can we play more guitar now, please?”

You agreed and Thomas got up to sit upright, putting her between his legs. He looked at you, his face still radiant, you could easily imagine him talking about you with Alice - just like you did talk about him with her as well. He positioned her tiny hands on the guitar, guiding then with his own fingers. His gentle, patient voice teaching her things that both knew she would soon forget and he would have to repeat it all over again - and you knew Thomas would do it without a problem - was lovely to watch. Her head was resting on his chest and whenever she hit a note and heard Thomas praising her, she would turn to you and say "see mom, I did it.” And you swear that you couldn't be happier to have found the meaning of the word home in two of your favorite people in the world.

[chironshorseass]

hello yes i’m OBSESSED with your writing so if you’re still taking prompts maybe “please look at me” bc i also have an unhealthy relationship with pre-tlo percabeth angst and live for pining percy

SYD U GAVE ME THIS AND I JUST HAD TO PUT ALL MY PROMPTS ASIDE!!! because how could i not!!!

for what i wrote, i kind of mention this clarisse one-shot.

anyway enjoy <3, since I sort of went crazy with percy being powerful :) like i always do :) and of course, pre-tlo percabeth :)

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The waves had grown restless these past few days. Violent, brutal. The night was quiet, the moon hidden beneath darkened clouds, drenching the camp in heavy ink. Percy knew many demigods proclaimed it as the quiet before the storm. They couldn’t have been more wrong.

All he heard was noise.

He’d been like this—unsteady, overwhelmed—for some time, now. Everywhere he went, he felt like a ship sailing into giant waves, water crashing against his deck, threatening to bring him under.

Grover would’ve understood, maybe. But Grover, like the moon, had vanished. That only left a few of his other friends—and of course—Annabeth.

Percy couldn’t avoid her gaze, no matter how much he wanted to. She was always there, watching. Maybe she awaited the day when he’d sink to the power of those waves that plagued the beach, that plagued him. Maybe she anticipated with bated breath on the day when he’d turn sixteen and he’d have to make one decision that would change everything.

Nevertheless, she’d drift away from him. Then come back, again and again.

It drove him crazy, how much their relationship had changed with the times and circumstances. Only now, Annabeth wasn’t what bothered him.

His gut was.

It tightened and loosened, the same way the currents flowed to the rhythm of his rushing blood. He could hear that now, too.

His blood. The sea. The clashes against rock.

Everything was beating to a powerful symphony of drums.

But worst of all was his gut.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

Percy knew there was a war. He had nightmares about it, in fact. Nightmares leading to frantic waking-ups from the feeling of lava burning into his skin. But he hadn’t sensed the war’s presence so strongly in all his three years of attending camp as he did now—and he felt it, because the source of conflict had to do with the sea.

The shadows of cabin three clung to his skin in a comfortable blanket, but he couldn’t ignore this dread. It had trickled patiently into his system for a week now, culminating to this exact moment. He couldn’t sit still. He had to leave. Now.

Not long after stumbling outside while shoving his armor on did he hear the conch horn ringing as a warning. The lookouts had seen something. His legs moved faster.

Doors of other cabins began to smash open, and with it came the spilling of panicked campers. He was already way ahead of them, though.

“To the beach!” someone cried.

Percy arrived just in time to see Chiron assemble with Michael Yew and Austin Lake. The sons of Apollo. They’d apparently been the ones on night duty. The centaur saw Percy before the others made out his heavy footfalls.

“Percy,” Chiron said. “Thank the gods you’re here.”

“There’s something,” he gasped, doubling over once he’d reached them. “There’s something out there,” he finally managed to say, gulping mouthfuls of air. “The sea.”

They already knew, however. The conchorns were signal enough. But what was more obvious was the glimpse of the giant tail, jutting out of the water like a spear cutting through flesh.

The breath he’d managed to find from his mad dash was stolen away at the sight of the monster.

“Yeah,” Austin said, swallowing. “There’s something out there, alright.”

Chiron eyed Percy warily. “My boy. We are dealing here with something I fear that you are only capable of stopping.”

“Yeah, well...it looks like a pretty big fish. I—”

A howl punctured the atmosphere—probably the same sea monster he’d seen earlier. Percy gasped, feeling a stabbing jolt in his stomach. He didn’t know why this sudden change of the sea was affecting him so, but he had to stay strong. So he stood up straight and concentrated on his breathing.

“Are you alright?” Austin asked, studying him.

Percy looked at Chiron, who met his eyes as well. You have to be, his teacher seemed to say.

“I...I think so.”

Michael chose the moment to turn his back on the sea, blowing the conchorn once more. He shouted at the incoming campers, “Greek fire! We need Greek fire!”

The rest of the multitude showed up right away, Hephaestus kids priming canons while others exchanged weaponry. Through all of it, Percy’s gut became a pressure cooker, a fist closing around glass, about to break. He cried out in agony just as a tidal wave shook the world. Falling to his knees, his arms encircled his middle, muffling that pain. He wanted nothing but to make it stop.

He vaguely heard a sound of surprise, coming from someone nearby, then the rush of hands holding onto his shoulders. They helped somewhat, a comfort to the madness.

The hands were warm and soothing. The voice of the person became clearer. He knew that voice. He knew those hands.

Annabeth appeared in his vision, all worry lines and pinched eyebrows. She said something to him again, but the words might’ve been ghosts; the stampeding blood behind his ears was too thunderous to make out anything else.

He closed his eyes and concentrated like he had earlier.

Sharp as a blade, his senses switched to the outside world.

“Are—are you okay?” Annabeth was saying. “You doubled over, and I…”

“No.” He opened his eyes to meet hers. They matched the storm that raged across the sea. “I—I’m not okay. I need to stop this, I need—”

“We were just discussing strategy,” she said. He was glad for the distraction she’d offered. “The Scolopendra isn’t just any ordinary sea monster.”

“The Scolo what?”

She helped him stand up, steadying him with her arms.

“The Scolopendra,” she repeated. “A child of Keto. It’s one of the biggest sea monsters in existence, and it won’t leave the camp border.”

“No shit.”

Annabeth ignored him, glancing backwards at where the monster had last been seen. “There’s no telling what it can do. There’s barely any recordings of it.” She swiveled back to him. “Chiron says that it can control the tide. It might be capable of drowning the camp if we don’t kill it.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“I told Chiron that we needed to try my strategy first. As in, bombing it with Greek fire before we go with the last approach.”

“And what would that last approach be?”

He had some idea, but before Annabeth could speak, the creature shot out of the water, faster than lightning. He only caught a glimpse of the crayfish-like tail and rows of webbed feet before it disappeared again.

“That looks like a giant shrimp,” he declared.

A giant shrimp that was probably capable of crushing a decently-sized trireme. Shrimpzilla, he was about to call it, as a way to lighten the mood. But he thought better of it, once he saw the hard line of Annabeth’s lips as she watched the campers rev up the Greek fire.

The Scolopendra dared to peek out of the waves for the third time, giving the chance for Beckendorf to yell out an order. Instantly, canyons discharged the green substance directly towards the monster.

It roared defiantly, maybe in pain, maybe in anger. No one was sure, because as soon as the night sky lit up with green flames, the Scolopendra crashed against the water like a wrecking ball. For a moment, all was silent.

No one dared breathe.

Annabeth squeezed Percy’s shoulder. She looked hopeful, as if relieved that she didn’t have to go with the second plan.

Chiron’s tail twitched. Beckendorf held out a hand, urging the campers to wait. Some stood anticipatedly, swords ready. He saw Clarisse in the front line, her electric spear aimed at the sea and crackling with energy.

Percy sensed what was about to happen next before he heard it.

“Annabeth,” he said frantically. “Annabeth, we have to go. Now.”

“What? But—”

“NOW!”

He’d already separated himself from her, yelling at the rest of the campers to leave. They didn’t have the chance; milliseconds later, the Scolopendra appeared. It bellowed with the power of a thousand hurricanes. Many campers covered their ears.

To everyone’s horror, it had closed in on the shore, its back legs likely reaching the sand floor as it rose to its full, terrifying height. Lightning crackled, and with it, came another roar.

“No,” he muttered. “No, everyone get out!”

Too late. The monster had already spit out a million gallons’ worth of salt water.

Instinctively, Percy let out a yell and threw his hands out.

The water halted in midair, rippling like a broken mirror. It was as if time had slowed down, as if Kronos himself had been the one to interfere. But Kronos wasn’t interfering. It was all Percy—with nothing but his willpower. A bead of sweat rolled down from his temple.

Annabeth reached him just as he cried out and threw the water back to the sea with everything he had, forcing the giant shrimp to hide as well.

He caught his breath while Annabeth looked back and forth. From him to the sea, from the sea to him.

She shook her head at no one in particular. “The plan didn’t work.”

“No shit.”

Then she gazed at him again. “Thank you for doing that, Perce.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “No problem.”

“About the second plan...”

“I have to kill it, don’t I?”

“I...maybe. But we can help—”

“It isn’t a maybe. It is a certainty,” a voice said, strong and firm.

They both turned around.

“Chiron,” Annabeth said. “How can he possibly—”

“He’s the only one capable,” the horseman said. “You know that better than most.”

Her eyes flicked to Percy. Memories flashed through his mind. A quick, burning kiss. A promise. Then, the way fire engulfed him. The call of the sea. An explosion, strong enough to wake one of the most dangerous monsters of all.

When the bombard was over, he understood. He had to face this monster alone, like he had with the telkhines.

“Okay,” he finally said.

“Okay, what?”

Chiron nodded at him, ignoring Annabeth’s question. Without glancing back, he retreated to where the rest of the demigods were watching by the sand dunes as a precaution.

“I need to face him alone,” Percy told her, once Chiron was gone.

“No! Percy, that thing is bigger than—”

“I’m the only one that can’t drown, Annabeth!” He grasped her shoulders so that she was looking directly at him. “If anyone can do it, it’s me.”

“Don’t think I can’t see what’s going on with you,” she said, voice bitter and rough. “You’re distant, like, like the ocean is—”

“We’re both growing distant, ‘Beth. That’s not the problem right now.”

She pushed his hands away. “And that’s not what I’m talking about, and you fucking know that!”

Before he could reply, the monster's call came again. A reminder that this night wasn’t over.

“Please. Just trust me on this, Annabeth. I have to try. It’s our last option. You said so yourself: it may be capable of drowning the entire camp.”

She said nothing, not even sparing him a glance.

“And—and I don’t know why I’m like this! Maybe it’s because I can feel the ocean getting agitated, or because the war is getting worse, or—”

He realized it, then. Annabeth's tears. They were silent rivers, flowing gently down her cheeks and into her mouth. Flowing down to where everything ended up, to the sea.

“Hey,” he said, approaching her slowly. He took both of her hands in his, but she repelled away from his touch. “Please, ‘Beth.”

This time, he cupped her damp cheek, moving it in his direction. “Please look at me.”

And when she finally obliged, her gaze was fractured with glistening tears, like diamonds.

“I can’t lose you again,” she whispered.

Percy had yearned for too long; he let go of that rope tugging him in the opposite direction and instead let Annabeth in. They melted into each other, both shamelessly giving away the little warmth they preserved. It was the kind of hug that felt like a lifeline, the kind that made them both sway like the tide.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into her curls.

She held him tighter. “I missed you, too.”

“But I have to fight this one myself.”

Annabeth pulled away slightly—and when he saw the look on her face—he knew that she knew.

-

“HEY, SHRIMPZILLA!”

The Scolopendra reared its head, even uglier up close. Its nostrils flared with hairs, beady eyes staring down at him. When he charged, the monster bellowed and threw itself in the water, sending sprays taller than a house.

But none of it touched Percy.

He didn’t stop running, a plan in mind. Meanwhile, the sea churned around him in one giant mass of power, but it parted with each step he took, forming a trail of now exposed ocean floor. Water collided with the sky, flying with the salt in the air.

Hello, friend, it seemed to say. Or rather, hum. The sea was a song, and he was just there to dance to its melody.

The Scolopendra had disappeared again.

He didn’t look back, though he knew the entire camp was there, watching—maybe in awe, but he didn’t care enough to find out. He kept walking, alone, surrounded by a pool of green and blue. Was this how Moses felt, In those stories he’d heard? Bricks of ocean water, flinging up into the sky, just so that Percy could pass. The feeling distracted him from the objective.

That’s what he’d argue later, because Percy can’t explain how the monster managed to sneak up to him that easily.

The pool of green seemed endless. There was a moment where nothing moved, not even the water. But then something did tug him violently, up, up into the sky.

For a second, he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream out, the breath stolen from his lungs and the icy rush of air when flung into the sky nauseating. The only feeling he knew was of the Scolopendra and its death grip on his entire body.

With each second, the roiling waters grew farther and farther away. The Scolopendra’s growl, however, couldn’t have sounded closer. Sharp claws sank into his chest and arms. If he didn’t react now, he’d be eaten before the next flash of lightning struck the sea.

Somehow, he managed to uncap Riptide.

And with a scream, he stabbed, as hard as he could.

-

“Hey. Want company?” A soft voice said.

He craned his neck around.

Annabeth subconsciously made the world easier to look at. Especially now, as she stood behind him in the pier with the last vestiges of harsh sun striking her back. Her stance was stiff, hesitant. He understood why.

So instead his eyes bored into his lap. He shrugged.

That was a sign enough for her. She crouched next to him, pulling her legs under herself and then flinging them out to where the wooden planks ended and the open air began, toes nearly kissing the placid lake.

She sat next to him, quiet as the wind. It took a few seconds or minutes or hours before she decided to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

From his peripheral vision, he could tell that she’d been studying him instead of watching the reflection of herons flying above the water. Something he’d thought she’d been doing. Apparently not.

It also took him seconds or minutes or hours before he could respond.

“What for?”

She exhaled, “Letting you go alone. Being a part of the campers who…”

She didn’t finish that sentence. He knew why.

Being a part of the campers who abandoned you alone after what you did.

“S’okay. I get it.”

A lie. He didn’t get it.

“Doesn’t make it right.”

He stared at his hands. “Guess not.”

The details of the fight were yet to go away. The memories were still fresh—like his mother’s batch of cookies whenever he came home from camp. Teeth were ever-present in his mind. And those webbed hands. Those twisted sounds as a monster choked on its own blood.

Afterward, everyone had taken a step back. Even Annabeth and Chiron seemed to contemplate him as though he were doomed. Maybe he was.

“I wish Grover were here.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth sighed. She kicked her leg up, swatting at some mosquitos. “Me too.”

“He’d pull our shit together, fix everything.” He found himself sounding wistful, longing for a missing piece of himself all of a sudden.

She didn’t reply to that. They both missed their best friend. Now, more than ever. Percy tried to not dwell too much on the fact that Grover hadn’t responded to his Iris Messages or to his calls from their shared empathy link.

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“No, Percy. I’m serious.”

“I know.”

“Just look at me.”

He did the opposite, gazing at the trees to his left. They were a deep, mystical green. The colors looked like the ocean, where he’d displayed his powers for everyone to see. Worst mistake of his life. He realized that tears had begun to form in his eyes; he quickly blinked them away.

“Percy,” Annabeth insisted.

Her tone wasn’t hash or demanding—but rather, a light pink sky. A hand brushing his, sweet and tender. He noticed that it wasn’t just his imagination; glancing down, he found her fingers ghosting against his knuckles.

“Please look at me.”

This was eerily familiar. It hit him, then, that he’d said those exact words when she’d panicked about him going alone to fight the Scolopendra.

Hesitantly, his eyes focused on her face. Her freckles were there, golden like the rest of her. Only now, her eyes were rimmed with tears.

Something changed inside them both. She stared at him, he stared at her. Her face contorted, and the both broke down, crumbling like ruins with the slightest gust.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, clinging to his shirt.

“Me too,” he murmured back.

He held unto her as if she were a life force, breathing in her lemony scent. Tears were exchanged, mingling in the other’s hair. They held each other, an embrace that didn’t deserve to end. It only made him cry harder, while Annabeth held him closer.

“Why are you sorry?”

He couldn’t say it out loud.

I’m sorry for why we’re like this. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry for leaving.

Instead, he pulled away. He studied her, every single feature, from those grey eyes and that upturned nose to those curls that no longer appeared to look like a princess.’ They were just Annabeth’s.

“I scared you,” he said.

His arms loosened around her, just now realizing how long they’d hugged, but their hands stayed interlocked—like some sort of middle ground.

She regarded him, eyebrows furrowed. “I can’t ever be scared of you,” she said matter-of-factly. “You’re my best friend, Perce.”

He looked away. “Everyone else was.”

“I should have gone to you after—I just...I thought you were angry at me.”

Their hands separated. “Why would I be angry at you?”

“Because I let you handle all of it alone. The monster, the campers—”

“‘Beth.” He took her hands again, cupping them with his. “I couldn’t ever be angry at you.”

“That’s not true,” she said wryly.

An observation, not an accusation. Still, that didn’t make it hurt any less. He recalled the shouting, the fights. The only thing they looked for in those moments was to hurt the other, twist and pull at any chink in the armor they could find.

She winced, remembering that, too. “Sorry.”

His mouth twitched. “You’ve said ‘sorry’ too many times. It’s getting repetitive.”

She hit his shoulder playfully. “Well, I mean it.”

He didn’t retort anything back. They found peace in this lake, once again gazing at the horizon.

“It’s not true what you said, either,” he said, his mind lingering on what she’d told him earlier. “You’re scared, as well.”

The sound of the incoming crickets carried on in Annabeth’s hesitation.

That is, until she said, “I am. Scared. I’m scared.” He glanced over. She was staring in his direction, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I.”

She laughed, breathless. “See that’s what scares me. What else can you do? Honestly?”

He shrugged, turning away from her.

“How’d you do that, anyway?”

“I defeated it, didn’t I?” It was better to deflect than to answer her question.

Defeating the monster should’ve been what mattered, anyway.

“Percy.”

“Annabeth,” he said, in the same condescending tone.

“All I’m saying is that you could hurt yourself. You don’t know what you’re capable of. And then when your birthday happens—”

“You think I’m going to destroy Olympus or something?” He shook his head. “I should’ve known that you’d side with the gods on that, too. You think that they should kill me?”

“What? Percy, I’d never—”

He whirled, facing her, and finally let go of all those pent-up thoughts that just like the sea, wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Just admit it, Annabeth! Admit that it freaked you out that I blood bended or whatever the fuck Chiron called it! Admit, that it freaked you out how I killed that monster! That I’m fucking cursed!”

“Percy Jackson, you are not—”

“Yes, I am. Why would my dad give me powers like that? Huh? Just say it with me: you’re scared—of me.”

Her eyes were red, face hard as stone. Just like her voice when she said, “Look. I just wanted to help. But if you want to sit in your self pity, then go for it! You clearly don’t need me.”

She made no move to leave, however.

Their eyes held, until the anger from both of them melted. He huffed out a breath, shoulders hunching. “We can’t ever stop fighting, can we?”

She sighed.

“Guess not.”

“I won’t do that again.”

She lifted her chin. “Why?”

“Like you said. Scared you.”

That made her purse her lips.

“You’re not cursed, Percy. You know that, right?”

She reached for his hand. It was becoming a strange routine. Finding comfort in hand holding and then dismantling it as if it never happened.

“You’re mostly right all the time, so.” He squeezed her hand. “I s’pose I’m not cursed, then.”

“I’m right most of the time?” she said, eyes twinkling.

“Okay, fine,” he conceded. “You’re right only sometimes.”

She opened her mouth in mock-offense. “Percy Jackson—”

He cut her off with his laugh, a laugh that fit with the music of the crickets. She rolled her eyes, something that he’d missed achingly, now that he saw her do it for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Scooting closer, she nudged him. “I could help you. Alongside Clarisse.”

His eyes widened. “You knew about that?”

“She’s my friend, too.”

“Of course she is,” he muttered.

Him and Clarisse...they might’ve had a rocky relationship when he’d first arrived at camp, but now, he didn’t know what he’d do without her help—without her friendship. They both understood the other in a bizzare, not very common way. She’d helped him hone in his powers, but it had yet to be something he’d wanted to admit to Annabeth. To everyone else, for that matter.

“I get why you didn’t want to tell me,” she said. “But...I do want to help. You’re my best friend, and, and I also want to spend time with you. If...that’s alright.”

“It’s alright by me.”

Annabeth gave him a look.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He tried for a smile. “I guess you could come along, then.”

His grin was shared with her, though her eyes were serious. “You’ll see. We’ll figure out your powers. What you can do, why you can do it, why the sea is affecting you…”

“All of it?”

She nodded. “All of it.”

They left it at that, though what they didn’t leave was the canoe pier. Not until the sun hid under the trees, spilling its ink of reds and oranges across the horizon.

The golden of the sun was replaced by the silver of the moon for the night, then it rose again for the day.

And in between, the waves lapped against the shore, constant and content. The ocean had calmed. For now.