#thanks for the interest I do not think this is what you had in mind 😅

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Feeding the Pitt Crew - Dr. Jack Abbot x chef!reader

Summary: 3.2k words. Based on this request: i love love love chef!reader !! could u maybe do a short compilation of all the times she has given food to the pitt crew ? :)  Scenes are not in chronological order. This is a companion piece to Flesh Wound.

Warnings: innuendos. Mentions of PTSD, suicide, military-related accidents, and death. Family fluff, more innuendos, the chef is a damn catch and Abbot thanks his lucky stars he has her.

a/n: I got very hungry while writing this. also stay tuned to the end for some deleted dialogue that was too funny not to share. Divider credit!

1. Jack’s Birthday

Jack was working on his birthday. Well, it technically wasn’t his birthday yet, but when the clock struck midnight, he’d be a year older. He stopped counting the years after he turned 34.

Jack’s birthday might not be that important to him, but it was definitely important to you.

You got out of the restaurant a bit later than you normally would after going through all the closing tasks with your staff, but you’d still make it to the Pitt by midnight if you walked briskly.

There was a lull at the Pitt—the kind that made staff afraid of getting comfortable. No one dared to say the Q or S word. It seemed too right. Doctor Abbot sat at one of the dictation desks, squinting at some new test results. He was still in denial about needing reading glasses.

The high counter partially construed Jack’s view of you as you walked up to him. He was so focused on his charting that he didn’t spare you a glance.

“If you have any questions or concerns, please return to your room and activate the call light. Our staff will be with you as soon as possible.” Doctor Abbot droned. The speech was practiced, he could recite it in his speech. On one occasion, he had. You had to stifle your giggles into a pillow to avoid waking him up. He’d be the first to admit that his bedside manner wouldn’t always get him a five star review, but he was a damn good doctor.

“Is that so?” you smirked, your head tilted to the side as you assessed him. Forget the lingerie set wrapped up in a black gift box, tied with crimson ribbon in your closet at home, you should get him some damn glasses for his birthday.

Your boyfriend finally whipped his head to look at you. His features instantly softened at the sight of you. He rounded the desk and led you to the staff break room with your joined hands. He was trying to keep a low profile, and based on the gift bag in your left hand and to-go container in the right, he figured giving you his one-on-one attention away from the prying ears and eyes from the likes of Myrna and the night shift nurses was in his best interest.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asked almost rhetorically. Before the deserted room’s door could shut, you were already unboxing a homemade slice of cake (with the promise that the rest of the cake was in his apartment fridge, waiting for him to devour) and had pulled out candles and a matchbox.

Jack watched you work with his toned arms crossed over his broad chest. He attempted to feign his baseline stoicism, but it quickly fell apart as he watched how excited you got while lighting the candles.

“You know, it’s against hospital policy to have an open flame,” the doctor informed you while wagging his finger. Jack knew his words didn’t even sound that convincing to himself.

“You were never much of a rule-follower anyway,” you quipped back, showing him a toothy grin as you finished up. The chocolate ganache layered cake was adorned with just a few candles. 

“Figured it would be a real fire hazard if I brought out all fourty-some candles.”

“Smart-ass.”

“Think you can take the heat?” Jack stepped to you, invading your personal space. His intense eyes never left yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He was tired, sure, but his seemingly ever-present fatigue was the furthest thing from his mind as he, who notoriously hated celebrating his birthday, stood alone in the break room with the woman he loved. Every year he spent with you just tasted sweeter and sweeter.

“Oh, I know I can,” you responded, flirtatious desire dancing in your eyes. You stepped back from Jack to give him room to blow out his candles, but not far enough to loosen the firm but gentle grip of his large hand on your hip.

With a dramatic inhale and gentle exhale onto the art that was your baking, the gray, gruff, bordering on geriatric, trauma physician blew out his birthday candles at 12:02 a.m.

“Happy birthday, Jack,” you smiled sweetly and pressed your lips to his.

2. Steelers Win the Super Bowl

The Steelers won the Super Bowl for the first time since 2009. Naturally, the Pitt was receiving an abnormally high amount of drunken party-related injuries. In all honesty, Pittsburgh’s fans were giving Philly’s Eagles rowdy fanbase a run for their money.

The betting board listed all different possible scores, plays, fouls, end zone dances, the variety of celebration-related incidents and injuries night shift would encounter in the Pitt, and finally, what kind of snacks Mrs. Abbot would be bringing in for the crew.

Earlier in the evening, Jack was told he wasn’t allowed to bet on the last item specifically.

“You know too much. It’s like insider trading.”

“Yeah, you’ve probably seen what she’s bought in groceries over the last couple of days. Or maybe you even talked about it!”

The security staff and techs volleyed back and forth as Doctor Abbot grew more and more annoyed. He just wanted to place a damn bet on what songs his wife’s favorite artist would be performing during the halftime show.

Doctor Abbot swore he had no idea what his wife had planned, or if she was even going to visit.

“Psh. She always visits when she knows your ass will be too busy to eat something on your own,” Shen interjected as he posted his bet on the board.

True.

When you walked in with two large boxes with Abby’s printed script on the sides in your arms, Abbot barely noticed the boxes threatening to escape your grasp. No, Doctor Abbot was much more transfixed by the little number you’d decided to show up at his workplace in. 

Your knee-high boots, fishnets, and tight leather mini skirt were more than enough to catch the eye of a concerning majority of hospital staff and lucid patients, but it was the oversized Steelers jersey you’d borrowed from Jack’s closet that had him subtly readjusting himself in the middle of the Pitt.

Shen and one of the security guards you’d seen at least half a dozen times generously offered to take the boxes off your hands and to the staff lounge. A few newer staff members were drawn toward the aroma, but instead of following the food to the break room, they stayed swarmed around you as you slowly made your way through the Pitt. Your boots, unfortunately, were not made for walking.

Jack huffed and wrapped up as quickly as possible, his eyes rarely leaving you. The junior staff surrounding you clearly weren’t aware that you were the Mrs. Abbot, otherwise, they certainly wouldn’t have been pushing their luck by flirting with you. As if the massive rock on your ring finger wasn’t enough of an indication that you were not available.

Doctor Abbot finally finished up and began his leisurely stroll toward his wife. He might’ve had more urgency if he wasn’t tired to his bones, if his muscles weren’t achey in a way that he knew only a warm bath with you tucked between his thighs would soothe.

That was until you started to bend over to adjust your boot.

Jack was at your back in an instant, preserving what modesty you had left. The leather skirt had ridden far too high up your thighs for his comfort. The junior staff scrambled away at the deathly dagger glare Doctor Abbot dealt to each of them.

Jack’s hips pressed firmly against your back, his hand splayed across your belly, pulling you against him. His lips were mere millimeters from your skin as he whispered into the shell of your ear.

“Trying to put on a show, hmm?” His warm breath fanned against you, and you wondered if your husband could feel your bounding pulse.

“Only if you’re the one watching,” your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned back into Jack’s strong form. Abbot hummed and squeezed your hip before gently pulling away. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you both joined Shen and half of the nightshift crew in the staff lounge. Your eyes widened to see that more than half the food was already gone, but you were happy nonetheless that it was being enjoyed.

Jack took in the spread you’d thoughtfully crafted for his crew. Buffalo chicken dip sat in the center of one of the Abby’s catering boxes, surrounded by fresh-baked pretzel bites. In the other tray, an assortment of veggies was wedged between hummus and your secret ranch recipe.

Jack grazed on the snacks, but never strayed too far from your side. His hand rested on the small of your back that was exposed, his thumb softly massaging your skin; You’d styled his Steelers jersey to a cropped fit by cinching it with a black and gold scrunchy.

Like always, it didn’t take too long before the momentary peace in the Pitt was interrupted. Doctors Shen, Ellis, and Abbot’s pagers all lit up simultaneously as an incoming trauma alert was called out over the PA system.

Jack pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and shamelessly squeezed your butt with his large hand before performing a final raid of the snack spread, shoving a combination of celery, pretzel bites, and buffalo chicken dip into his mouth before jogging to the ambulance bay.

3. Memorial Day

Memorial Day was always a tough day for Jack.

For most of the country, it was a day off from work and an excuse to cook out or spend an afternoon at the pool.

To Jack, it was a reminder of all the men he’d served with who died in action. Those who died from all-consuming PTSD and self-inflicted wounds. It reminded him of the accident that killed several servicemen—the one that he was lucky enough to survive, minus a leg.

Every year, you let Jack decide what to do for the day. Sometimes he drove for hours on end with no destination in mind. Just him, the open road, and a sense of control. Other years, the two of you stayed inside with the blackout curtains drawn and watched hours of shitty reality TV as sweet aromas wafted from the kitchen. Blue Bell vanilla ice cream paired perfectly with your chocolate chunk cookie recipe.

When the fireworks went off, Jack buried his head against your neck and held onto you like a lifeline.

Abbot joked that he’d put on at least a couple of pounds around his midsection since he began dating you. You simply shrugged and told him you were into it; into his stubble and graying hair, his soft tummy and firm, rippling arms, his “DILF vibe”, as you called it.

This Memorial Day, Jack decided he wanted to celebrate. He’d spent years mourning, and he always would. This time around, he wanted to celebrate his friends’ lost lives and honor the sacrifice they’d made.

Only after you’d checked with your husband multiple times to make sure he was okay with it did you invite Abby’s staff and the entire PTMC ER crew over to your home for a Memorial Day cookout. Half of the Pitt was scheduled to work, but the night staff made sure to stop by before their shift started, and the day shift arrived not long after, still in their scrubs and exhausted, but motivated by the promise of Mrs. Abbot’s food.

Jack insisted on manning the grill.

“This is where I shine, baby,” he insisted while checking over the grill and propane valves.

“Sure, honey,” you conceded with a light hum. You let him cook the burgers on the condition that he wear his “I rub my own meat” apron. It didn’t take much convincing.

More than one party guest groaned when they saw you weren’t preparing the hot dogs and burgers yourself, but their moods quickly turned around when they took in the sight of your kitchen island. No counter space was visible. The marble slab was covered corner to corner with various side dishes and desserts. Certainly, anybody with any dietary restrictions at the party could find something to enjoy.

This year, when the fireworks danced across Pittsburgh’s sky, Jack didn’t go inside. He didn’t draw the curtains. Instead, he held you tightly on his lap, surrounded by his friends and found family around your backyard bonfire.

4. The Bake Sale

You and Jack agreed early on in your relationship that kids just weren’t in the cards for you two. Given how dedicated you both were to your respective careers, it wouldn’t be fair to bring children into a home that was empty half the time. Neither of you wanted to give up your ambitions. It was a selfless decision, really. Every child deserves loving parents who want to have children, and that simply wasn’t you and Jack.

That didn’t mean you weren’t an absolutely kickass cool Aunt, though.

When your niece’s school ballet recital was coming up, your sister told you the PTA was arranging a bake sale fundraiser. Before she even finished her sentence, you agreed to help out. You would do anything for your little niece.

The morning of the recital, Jack watched his home turn into a bakery. You generously allowed him to taste test and even enlisted his help… in washing dishes and rearranging things in the kitchen to make room on the counter for the dozen pans you’d churned out.

“Honey… are you running the bake sale by yourself?” Your husband asked as he carefully slid slices of banana bread into small cellophane bags.

“Oh gosh, no! I’m just helping out a bit,” you called over your shoulder, wrist deep in powdered sugar. What an odd thing for him to ask.

Jack looked at the packed kitchen counters with his eyebrows raised. He loved your baking and cooking more than life itself, but there was no way you were going to sell out of this many treats.

The recital was beautiful. Sure, the kindergarteners weren’t exactly ready to be recruited by the New York City Ballet Company, but the joy on their faces and adoration from their families filled the room. The love was palpable and warm. It was comfortable.

Jack bought a bouquet of pink roses and baby’s breath for your niece. Ballet wasn’t his thing, but he loved spending time with you, no matter what you were doing. Motherhood was never something you craved, the same way fatherhood wasn’t something Jack ever pictured himself in. But the love you felt for your nieces and nephews? It knew no bounds.

Just as Jack suspected, your desserts were a hit at the bake sale and outsold other contributions by far. But, you were still left over with a surplus of treats that had the other PTA moms in shock. You and your husband had tasted more than your fair share of desserts during your baking spree, but you didn’t want the food to go to waste. You knew exactly the place to deliver the boxes of spare treats.

It was weird to see Doctor Abbot in the Pitt without his uniform. His jeans and collared button-up shirt stretched across his broad chest in a distracting way. Your husband caught you staring and winked at you with one of his signature smirks.

Abbot moved through PTMC’s halls with practiced precision. He knows the hospital like the back of his hand and could navigate it blindly. He knows it almost as well as he knows you.

Normally, your husband wouldn’t have you carry anything or lift a finger. But the Abby’s boxes and bags were too much to carry alone, even for him. So he carried the heaviest and told you where to scan his key card while you balanced a single light bag on your shoulder.

The two of you slipped into the Pitt, almost unnoticed amidst the chaos. Almost.

“Aye! Abby’s is here!” The charge nurse announced across the Pitt, earning the attention of every staff member. You waved to everyone with a kind smile while Jack used his chin to attempt to secure the top box in his arms. Doctor Ellis wasted no time making her way over to the couple, plucking the top two boxes out of Dr. Abbot’s hold and blowing a kiss to you as she passed.

“Thank you, Mrs. Abbot,” she grinned and disappeared into the staff lounge. Jack spared you a sideways glance, you shrugged in response.

You and Jack didn’t even make it halfway down the hallway to the breakroom before a flurry of staff members had taken the boxes and bags out of your hands, calling out Thank you! You’re the best! Mmm, this smells amazing!

Once the metaphorical dust settled, leaving you and Jack both empty-handed and alone in the hallway, you chuckled to each other.

No, the food would certainly not go to waste. Not on the Pitt crew’s watch.

5. The Soup Kitchen

At least once a month, Abby’s made an appearance at soup kitchens throughout Pittsburgh for unhoused people in the community. You had half a dozen tried-and-true recipes that were always a hit among guests, but you were ready to try something new. While you could’ve had Jack taste test for you, you knew he’d just tell you he thought everything you cooked was amazing. Which was true.

Usually, Abby’s was closed on Mondays, but you made an exception today to invite a handful of PTMC’s finest to sample the new soups. The physicians, nurses, and techs alike mingled in the dining room while they snacked on stray saltines.

You cleared your throat and commanded the room effortlessly. Jack stood to your side, his hands clasped behind his back. A small smile graced his face as he watched you in your element. The trauma physician admired the way your engagement ring glimmered in the light as you gestured to the spread in front of you.

“Listen up! Here’s the deal: Help yourself to some soup. Give me your feedback directly, or if Jack has threatened you,” you added pointedly, pinning your fiancé with a nonlethal glance, “feel free to write it down and leave it in the suggestion box. Constructive and complimentary feedback are equally appreciated. If you take leftovers home, I expect you to volunteer with me at a soup kitchen event at least once over the next couple of months. Got it?” You looked at the small crowd, smirking at the way they were practically drooling.

“Yes, ma’am!” They enthusiastically agreed in unison.

“Alright, kids, dig in.” You didn’t have to tell them twice. Kids, even though the majority of the present staff were older than you, your fiancé included. Nobody objected as they eagerly served themselves.

You leaned against Jack, who was already slurping the last drops of soup from his first bowl, and rested your head on his shoulder. It was nice to see the Pitt staff letting loose. Abby’s was your second home. You had worked tirelessly over the years to make it an inviting place for people to enjoy good food and relax; it was so rewarding to see the frontline workers let their guard down and take a deep breath.

Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead—it was like he could sense your racing thoughts.

“You do good work, baby,” he murmured sincerely against your hairline, massaging the small of your back with his free hand.

“You too, Doctor Abbot.”

a/n 2: Here's the deleted dialogue mwah. *set during the Steelers Super Bowl scene. Jack is taking in his wife’s arguably semi-scandalous outfit* “Aren’t you cold, baby?” “A hoe never gets cold.” “Don’t say that!” Jack replies instantly, exasperated. “Relax. I’m only your hoe.” Damn straight. “Also, I’m approximately 4 drinks deep, so I’m not feeling much of anything right now.” “That sounds more like it.”

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Hello! I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have any thoughts on Howard Schubiner's Unlearn Your Pain, Mind Body Syndrome, treating neuroplastic symptoms, etc.? I was just referred to a pain management group that centers around these concepts, and I'm having some Feelings about the whole thing.

Just wondering if you've had any experiences with this type of treatment, or thoughts about its effectiveness. Thanks!

Okay, so this is going to be long, and I'm going to need you to stick with me through the tangent. I promise it's relevant.

I haven't read Howard Schubiner's work directly, but his colleague Alan Gordon was a key speaker at the Migraine World Summit this year. I found his talk interesting enough to buy his book and do some more research on my own, and I found it worthwhile pursuing on my own.

I know enough from my mast cell disorder to know that the body develops 'bad habits' around pain.

In the case of anxiety, stress, or panic, mast cells become more reactive, and this can make pain worse. This is true for everyone*; it's just those of us with MCAS or some other type of mast cell disorder who have more alarming symptoms like idiopathic anaphylaxis.

So, unfortunately, if I, as someone with MCAS, experience an acute pain from an injury or illness, the inherent stress response of the pain and the out-of-balance response from my nervous system can make my mast cells degranulate. They're little fuckers like that.

Mast cells can also put your body on an inflammatory cycle that is counterproductive to healing. They can literally get trained to anticipate reactions and pre-emptively react, because again, they are little fuckers.

To give you an example of this for me: my major migraines, the ones that land me in the hospital, occur on the dot every ten days. There are no hormonal factors to this that can be found or other consistent triggers or stressors, but I was unknowingly being exposed to an MCAS trigger roughly every ten days for a while. When I realized, I removed the trigger, obviously. Problem solved, right? Unfortunatley no. By then, my mast cells had trained themselves into a new pattern, and the migraine now is both the response and the trigger. It's some bastard thing called Innate Immune Memory. But it's also, partly, my subconscious anticipating the event and priming my body for a reaction, which I am susceptible to because of my MCAS and dysautonomia, which is a type of nervous system disorder.

And this is where the neuroplasticity comes in.

I'm currently in the process of trying to unlearn this response and better regulate my nervous system, which unfortunately makes me sound like a TikTok girly with a link in bio to sell you cortisol healing tea, but I promise you the only thing I'm interesting in shilling is my smutty vampire books. (And this post will be how some people learn I write books)

Anyway, why am I bothering to explain mast cell dysfunction like this in relation to neuroplasticity?

Because, yeah, if a pain doctor handed me a leaflet about 'unlearning pain' and I didn't understand how my body is routinely sabotaging itself on a cellular level in response to acute and neuroplastic pain, I'd also be rolling my eyes and feeling like I've just been handed a bottle of snake oil in the market.

God knows I've been handed 'mindfullness' leaflets by enough shitty doctors who don't actually understand what it means when we say "stress affects the nervous system" and just assume the patient is inventing symptoms to be annoying.

Thankfully, that is not what this is. At least I am hoping the doctor sending you there doesn't think you are causing your own pain. What they are hopefully trying to do is introduce you to something that a lot of chronic pain patients are reporting helps them feel more in control of their lives after many years of feeling at the mercy of their pain.

I don't attend the sessions at my brain injury clinic (yet), but I do know they use neuroplasticity therapy to help amputees with the phantom pain they experience from missing limbs. My physical therapist spent an entire session singing its virtues to me while I was fighting for my life on a balance board. Which is also why I decided to look into it after I heard Gordon talking at the Migraine World Summit.

So, do I think Schubiner's methods are hokum?

No, I think there's a lot of merit to the things he talks about and explains, but I also know the only reason I think that is because of the insight I have into the brain-body bundle through the experiences of my mast cell disease that has taught me there is nothing the brain is incapable of fucking up.

Do I think targeting neuroplastic pain will work well for everyone?

No. I think you need to try it and see if it's a good fit for you.

Some people who attended the World Migraine Summit think it's snake oil/just another way for pain doctors to foist us off into the realm of mental health care. Conversely, other people won't shut up about how learning to break the cycle of fear and panic around their pain has been life-altering for them.

For me, it's been more subtle and is part of a broader spectrum of therapies and medical treatment I use to keep my nervous system in check. It certainly hasn't done me any harm. If anything, I found it quite validating to hear someone say, "Oh, the pain is in your head? Of course it is. Let's try to fix that," and then gave me actionable coping methods. They might not work profoundly in the long term. I'm still a sick bitch with multiple acute causes of my pain. But it's also not harming me the way mindfulness was (many chronic pain patients can find it traumatizing).

I will say, I am concerned that some doctors will use the treatment of neuroplastic pain to dismiss treating acute pain with physical causes.

Just like how mindfulness has been abused by an overworked, underfunded medical system not equipped to handle chronic patients, there's also the risk of neuroplastic therapy being tossed over the fence in a similar fashion as a last ditch Hail Mary to treat patients they don't have time for. But I don't think it's widespread enough yet for that to be the case.

I dunno. Give it a try. If it's not for you, it's not for you.

Personally, I hate anything that revolves around group therapy, but I did find the book "The Way Out" by Alan Gordon insightful in helping me figure some things out. Maybe see if your local library has it before you drop money on any sessions?

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*There has also been more compelling evidence recently that suggests that chronic pain conditions like fibromyalgia are also affected by wonky mast cells. Also arthritis.

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS TONIGHT ✧˖°.

||| FEATURING: REO MIKAGE X FEM READER

||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ drunk sex, semi-public sex, praising, degrading, petnames, slight obsession, spanking, breeding kink, almost being caught

||| SUMMARY: reo attends yet another boring party with his parents, but when he meets you and learns how uninterested you are in him at first, he immediately yearns for you.

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reo adjusted his tie in the bathroom as he stood in front of a mirror, head a bit fuzzy from the alcohol he consumed. it was really the only way he could handle these gatherings- they were so lame! he hated that his parents forced him to attend to keep up the mikage image even in his adult life, and he grew pretty exhausted already of the long business conversations. however, he knew he had to go back out there so with a grumble, he pushed the door open and exited. as he was rounding the corner to head towards the ballroom, he felt a body collide with his chest.

"oh, sorry."

"it's okay, i'm sorry as well. i wasn't looking where i was going."

upon hearing the feminine voice, his purple eyes roamed down to see who he bumped into, only to find out it was quite as beautiful girl. from your dress to your makeup, you were breathtaking and even he could admit that. considering reo was tipsy already and not very interested in going back to the party, he decided he might as well flirt a bit. a charming smile came to his lips as he took your smaller hand in his and placed a chaste kiss to the back of it.

"my, my. you're a beauty, dolly. which family are you attending with?"

'she shouldn't be too difficult.' the thought ran through his mind.

although when his eyes trailed back up to you, his smile faltered a bit. he wasn't met with the typical blushing face any other girl would've had- no, instead, you looked at him with a look that screamed how weirded out you were.

"thanks, i guess.. but i don't think i'm gonna give you that information. bye."

the shock was obvious on his face as you yanked your hand out from his and walked off. this was something reo was NOT used to. did this girl seriously just reject his advance? well, screw you anyway! he only wanted a distraction.

that's what he told himself as he grumbled back to the ballroom, getting another glass of champagne.

the more reo drank, the more bothered he was by the fact he actually had gotten rejected. it wasn't long before he was pretty drunk, and found himself eyeing you from across the room way more than he should've. the longer he stared at you, he felt an odd feeling bubble up in his chest. you were really gorgeous, and the tight dress that hugged your pretty curves and showed off your thighs was making the room a bit hotter for him.

the whole night reo continued to try to make moves on you, but they were all brushed off or shut down swiftly. he grew evermore frustrated as time went on, but he refused to give up. it just wasn't in his nature.

after a couple more drinks of your own, you were quite drunk as well, stumbling out of the ballroom to get some air. reo followed you and before you could rush down the hall from him, he grabbed your wrist tightly, spinning you around and bringing you to his chest. he glared down at you.

"am i ugly or something?" he started, "what the hell is wrong with you?"

you were unable to get out of his hold as his other hand moved to grip your waist- not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make you stay put.

"that's not even the problem! i just don't want some rich playboy trying to make me one of his toys!"

reo growled at your words. "that's not what i'm trying to do. is it so hard to believe i'm just interested in you?"

"yeah, it actually is."

"then let me prove it to you! i'll show you it's worth it to take a risk with me."

reo didn't know why he was so desperate to have you, considering the fact he had only just seen your face for the first time two hours ago. maybe it was the fact that you were so different from other potential sweethearts he had in the past, or that you didn't give him what he wanted from the start. whatever it was, reo didn't care. he needed to make you his.

a large hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him. without any warning, he crashed his lips against yours, alcohol swimming in his mind. to his surprise, you actually reciprocated, moving your hands to hold his face as your tongues pushed against each others. you were giving him a chance, and reo couldn't be happier.

was it inappropriate to be making out in the middle of a hallway in someone else's estate, where both of your families could see you? 100%. although, it didn't seem like either of you cared as reo gently pushed you against the wall, hand hooking under one of your thighs and lifting it to hold against his hip.

"fuck, m'gonna make you mine."

reo grumbled on your lips, his much taller body caging you against the wall. it was a blur how or when you both moved into a nearby closet, but it happened; and now reo was sitting you on a heavy box, spreading your legs open hungrily.

"to think you tried to keep me from this.. gonna fuck you so hard for that."

you felt embarrassment rush to your face at his words, arousal pooling between your thighs at the mere thought. his thumb pressed against your sensitive clit through your damp panties, eliciting a moan from you. reo's cock twitched in his pants as he harshly tugged the lacey panty down to your ankles, revealing your glistening pussy. he couldn't help but groan at the sight, pressing his free hand roughly against his aching and throbbing hard-on.

"sooo fucking pretty. gonna ruin you for anyone else, princess."

"c'mon, reo.. just fuck me already.."

reo hissed at your words, unbuckling his belt in a rush. normally, he would've teased you for hours on end just for doing what you did tonight, but he was too drunk and horny to care. all he wanted right now was to be deep inside your gummy walls. he let out a small sigh as he released his dick from his boxers, only pushing his pants down to his thighs before he grabbed you and held you in his arms. your legs instantly hooked around his waist as you prepared yourself for what was about to happen. reo was big- bigger than anyone you had ever been with.

"oh, fuck!"

your legs trembled as he slowly pushed into your tight hole, the stretch from his large cock making your mind go blank. it hurt like hell at first, but once he was fully in, your pain turned to pleasure. reo pressed your back against the wall as he fucked you with experience, mouth sloppily biting at your neck to scatter dark hickeys across your smooth skin. moans spilled from your pretty lips as you felt your guts being totally rearranged by the handsome rich boy, your hands scratching at the back of his suit.

"pussy feels incredible, baby." he groaned out, "like it was made for me and only me."

his words made you clench around his dick, giving more pleasure for the both of you. reo continued abusing your poor cunt, silencing your whines and moans by kissing you passionately.

however, even in such an intoxicated and heated state, reo faintly picked up on the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. his movements halted in you, much to your dismay.

"ugh, asshole! why'd you stop-"

reo quickly covered your mouth, although he didn't pull out of you. he brought your body closer to his, dropping his head down beside your ear so he could whisper.

"don't make a sound."

before you could question why he was requesting such a thing, sudden voices could be heard approaching the closet. your heart fell to your stomach.

"someone said they heard weird noises coming from this direction.. what could it be?"

"darling, it could just be from outside."

the couple who were throwing the party in their own home were one door away from finding THE mikage reo balls deep into a girl he just met. you bit down on your bottom lip harshly, but a part of you couldn't help but feel more aroused at the thought of being caught getting your pussy pounded by the purple haired man. unintentionally, you clenched around reo, who held back a noise at the feeling- but barely.

"the hell are you doing?!" he whisper hissed at you, "you trying to get us caught?"

no, you weren't. honestly, it would be a horrifying situation to be placed in if the two discovered what was happening in their unlocked closet just a few feet from them. maybe it was because of the alcohol you consumed, but you weren't even thinking about that consequence you would face as you clenched down on reo again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. the door handle jiggled as you both held your breaths in horror.

"..excuse me!"

a sudden voice called from further away, and the doorknob was released.

"there's a stray cat in the bathroom down the other hallway! it appears to have snuck in through the window!"

what a lucky coincidence. footsteps backed away from the closet you were both hiding.

"oh..that must be what the noises were. come, honey. we have a cat to catch!"

only did you sigh of relief once the footsteps had totally faded, leaving you in the clear from being caught. however, what you weren't in the clear from was the little stunt you had pulled during the tense situation. reo suddenly pulled out and flipped you around, pushing you to bend over the box as he yanked your dress to your waist, placing a harsh slap on your ass.

"you some kind of slut? the fuck were you trying to do back there, huh? did you want that poor, old couple to see how well i fuck you? how well you take my fat cock?"

he spanked you again, both the action and his dirty words going straight to your core. reo slammed into you again, setting a more brutal pace than before.

"yeah, you'll get what you want. take my dick like a good girl, cause you're not gonna be walking for days once i'm done with you tonight."

his hands roamed everywhere on you, no longer caring about how much noise you two were making. you had only fueled reo's growing obsession with you, and he wasn't planning on letting you go. he wanted to claim you as his, keep you for himself. his heavy balls slapped against your backside with each thrust as he fucked into you like a madman.

"aah! ohmygod, reo!" you cried out, "m'gonna cum, gonna c-cum so hard!"

"f-fuck- me too, princess. gonna fill you up so much till you're leaking with my cum. take it all, ugh- take it!"

with one last cry, you clenched down and came around his thick cock, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. reo hugged your waist tightly as he twitched in you a couple times before painting your walls in white. you rode out your orgasm with him before he pulled out of you slowly, collapsing onto your back. heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the small closet now.

"think i love you already... yeah, you're all mine, now." he pressed a kiss behind your ear, although it was more gentle now. "just wait till i take you home. you're now my girlfriend."

AN: i think this was my longest write yet KEKW, i love reo sm <3 also my requests are open!

[karikarasuno]

part two | part three | wc: 2.1k

“Oh, shit.” Ace hears you before he sees you. And he tries to keep the memories at bay. But one look at you and his senses are flooded with images of you from last weekend. The two of you cramped in the cabin of your pick up. You on your back with your knees pushed to your chest. Your calves hooked over his elbow. He shouldn’t have folded you in half. He probably shouldn’t even have fucked you. 

Too late now. 

“This is my brother Ace!” Luffy shouts beside you. Pointing at Ace. Completely unaware of how familiar you already are with each other. Ace should’ve known better. Everyone knows everyone. He knew he would be running into you again. This is just the last place he expected to find you. 

“We’ve met,” you say, shifting awkwardly away from Luffy and pointedly not looking at Ace. If it was anyone else maybe he’d be offended. But knowing why you’re not looking at him scratches a satisfied itch Ace didn’t even know he had. 

“Yeah at Whitebeard’s,” he clarifies, even though it’s essentially unnecessary since he knows Luffy doesn’t care about the details. “But how do you know each other?”

“Apparently Luffy works for me,” you explain, but you’re looking at Marco. Ace cannot help the small smile that tugs at his lips. “Technically he was my grandpa’s employee. I just inherited him with the property.”

“Yeah she almost shot me this mornin’,” Luffy says casually and with a cackle. 

“He was going through my fridge at 6am. I thought he was a burglar,” you say, eyeing Luffy like he’s lost his mind. And whenever people first meet him that’s usually their initial impression. But he grows on you quickly. 

“She’s got some terrible aim on her though,” Luffy replies. “Maybe you can teach her to shoot, Ace!”

“No,” you say immediately. “I mean that’s not necessary. I don’t plan on shooting you ever again. Just warn me the next time you’re in my house.”

“I thought he got kicked in the head by a horse?” Ace looks at Marco. Confused as all hell. 

“I did,” Luffy says at the same time as you go “he did.”

“Seems like y’all had a busy mornin’,” Ace chuckles, eyes still glued to you. 

“About that.” You hop off the bed and wipe your hands on your pants. “I’ve gotta get to work. Thanks again, Marco.”

“Yeah, no problem, kid,” he answers, looking suspiciously between you and Ace.

“Nice seeing you,” you nod to him as you walk towards the door. The one he’s currently blocking. “Again.”

He doesn’t move, though. Not when you’re standing a few inches from him and waiting expectantly for him to do something. You look up at him through your lashes. Just like you did that night. Right before you– “Excuse me.”

Ace almost jumps out of the way, your words forcing him out of the flashback. “Sorry.”

“See you later, Luffy,” you call out over your shoulder, hurrying out of the room without another word. Ace watches you go. He doesn’t intend to. You’re just so interesting. 

“What was that about?” Marco says, clearly amused. And smart enough to read between the lines. 

“What was what about?” Ace asks, turning towards Marco trying his hardest to remain nonchalant. It’s not really working though. Marco knows him too well.

“What did you do?” Marco presses, crossing his arms over his chest absolutely amused. 

“Why do you think I did somethin’?” 

“Well, she was fine until you showed up,” Marco adds, lips shifting into a smirk that Ace knows well. “You made her run.”

“I don’t know if you heard her, but she said she had to get to work. Maybe this idiot made her late,” Ace points at Luffy, who’s watching the exchange curiously while his feet kick over the edge of the hospital bed. 

“Is she the one you were talking to Sabo about?” Luffy adds, not helping Ace’s case in the slightest. “Something about doin’ it in her truck?”

Ace pales. Or maybe he bursts bright red. He can’t tell. Other than the fact that he’s both ice cold and burning hot. He reaches over and grabs Luffy by the collar, bunching his shirt in a fist and yanking him off of the bed in one movement. 

“How hard did you get hit in the head? Must’ve affected your memory,” Ace says, avoiding Marco’s eyes entirely. 

“Nope,” Luffy grins, “Memory’s all good. Doc said so himself.”

“We’re leavin’ then,” Ace grumbles, ready to strangle Luffy but he’s already in the hospital. And three attempts on his life in a single morning would be overkill. Ace will just have to wait until tomorrow. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” Marco yells to Ace’s back. He can hear the laugh in his voice. But he refuses to turn around. 

“Nothin’ to talk about!” 

****

Ace doesn’t think your hook up was a mistake. It’s actually the opposite. He wants to do it again. And then a third time. Perhaps maybe even a fourth if you’re up to it. What he regrets are the circumstances. Ace isn’t one for one night stands. He never has been. And in a town as small as this one, they are never a good idea. The only person who seems to get away unscathed and without a scarlet letter stamped to their forehead is Sabo. He doesn’t get it. But some things aren’t meant for Ace to understand. 

“So what exactly were you doin’ in SJ’s truck?” Luffy asks from beside Ace in his own truck this time. It’s much larger than yours. More leg room. But he refuses to spiral down that thought process.

“Who the hell is SJ?” Ace replies, slowing to a stop at a red light. They’re passing through the main part of town now. The dance studio is a block or so ahead. Ace wonders if you’re already there. 

“Are ya dumb? We were just with her,” Luffy laughs, removing the ice pack from his head entirely. 

“That’s not her name,” Ace says shortly, not really in the mood to entertain his little brother’s antics. 

“Yeah, but I can’t remember what it really is,” he shrugs, staring out the window. “And I don’t think she’d like it if I called her small Jinbe.”

“Probably not,” Ace agrees. 

“So what were you do-”

“We’re not talkin’ bout this.” Ace pulls into the diner and parks near the door. He’s starving. And he’s sure Luffy is too considering all the energy he’s burned in the few short hours they’ve been separated.  

Ace jumps out the car and Luffy follows, jabbering senselessly behind him. Ace isn’t listening though. He’s stuck thinking about you. He hasn’t really been able to stop since he saw you at the bar. He wouldn’t describe what he’s feeling as a crush though. It feels childish. Immature. And he doesn’t know you well enough to admit he likes you. Not like that anyway. But you’re obviously attracted to each other. And the chemistry is insane, especially considering you only spent a single night together and he can't seem to get you out of his head. 

Maybe it’s infatuation. It’s been awhile since Ace has actually felt anything at all for someone, so it feels like a bigger deal than it probably is. 

The bell chimes above his head. The diner isn’t crowded but the regulars are here. In their usual seats spread out amongst the tables. When Ace’s gaze falls on the cook and owner of the diner he suppresses a groan. One because Sanji is shamelessly flirting with the girl picking up her order. Two, that girl happens to be you. He quite literally cannot escape you.

“How much do I owe you?” You ask politely, sticking your hand in your bag to pull out some cash. 

“On the house,” Sanji replies, pushing the small paper bag towards you along with four drinks. 

“I can’t accept this without paying,” you urge him, pulling out a few dollars from your stack of cash. 

“A smile from a pretty girl like you is payment enough,” he says, leaning over the counter and into your space. Ace witnesses the way you smile and look away. Bashful. Well, now he’s jealous. That’s fucking great.

“Fine, but I’m at least tipping you.” You stick the dollars you counted before into the tip jar by the register. “Can’t have you thinking I’m taking advantage of your kindness.”

“Oh, sugar, I’d let ya do whatever–”

“Hiya, Sanji,” Ace interrupts, “we’ll have our usual.”

Perhaps, maybe just a little, Ace’s feelings for you are childish. A tad bit immature. He doesn’t like watching Sanji flirt with you. Even though he knows full well, as well as half the people in this town, that Sanji’s fucking the butcher. It’s harmless. Doesn’t make Ace like it any more, though. 

Sanji’s eyes slide over to Ace. He hears the edge in Ace’s tone, but he doesn’t say anything. Sanji is also very aware that Ace never orders at the counter. Luffy has a booth practically assigned to him at the diner. He sits in the same spot every time he comes in to eat. So obviously Sanji is skeptical. But thankfully he spares Ace the awkward confrontation and says “you got it.”

Before turning back to you and saying, “have a great day, beautiful. I’ll see you later.”

Ace watches you look through the bag to make sure everything is there before you glance over at him. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since you were last together, yet Ace feels the silence between you starting to balloon uncomfortably. 

“Are you following me?” You pop it first. And he’s grateful that you sound much more playful than you did earlier. 

“No,” he smiles at you. “Seems like a coincidence if ya ask me.”

“Mm, right,” you nod, gathering your order in your arms. “Two times in an hour. What did I do to be so lucky?”

“I have an idea,” he says with a slight shrug. He knows what he’s insinuating and you seem to catch on quickly when the air shifts into something a little more thick. Dense. Flashes of lips, hands, tangling limbs is all Ace can think of. You’re standing so close he can smell you. Makes him feel like a creep. But he can’t control it. You had sex one time and it’s as though you’ve already permanently branded yourself to his memory. His senses. 

He doesn’t even know how. Or why. 

You bite down on your bottom lip. Chewing it between your teeth. He doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know your thoughts are probably going down the same tracks as his. He can see it in your eyes. In the way you return his gaze. 

“Listen, I usua–”

“SJ!” Luffy interrupts loudly. So loud it's as if he shakes the air around the two of you. Ace almost forgot you aren’t alone. But in public. “You joinin’ us for breakfast? Sanji makes the best corned beef hash!” 

“SJ?” You look over at Ace, evidently confused. 

“I’ll explain later,” he dismisses, not really in the mood to get into Luffy’s tendency to assign names to people.

“No,” you answer, turning your attention back to Luffy. “I just came over to pick up some coffees for the crew.”

“Bummer,” Luffy says before walking behind the counter and letting himself into the kitchen. 

“Does he always do whatever he wants?” You ask curiously, peeking over the counter through the small window to watch Luffy pester Sanji while he cooks. 

“Yes. All the time. Consequences be damned.”

“Ok well that’s good to know considering how often I will be seeing him.”

Ace chuckles at the concerned look on your face. He finds it endearing how you can’t seem to control your expressions. You wouldn’t even have to say anything and Ace could probably guess what you’re thinking. 

“Anyway, I should get going.” You angle yourself towards the door. “Can’t have Nami’s coffee getting cold.”

“I’ll see you around,” he tilts his head in goodbye. And this time when you leave instead of scurrying away from him, you smile at him over your shoulder. A feeling, weird and full and dizzying, fills his chest. 

“Can’t believe you already slept with her,” Sanji interrupts Ace’s thoughts abruptly. The feeling that he was indulging in immediately solidifies and falls rock solid into his gut. His head whips around to look at Sanji, who’s balancing three plates on his forearm and wearing an expression so casual that Ace is convinced he misheard him.

“What?”

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[moongirlrhea]

heaven and hell were words to me (no grave can hold my body down)

chapter five in the azriel and his best friend series

series masterlist

word count: 2.2k

azriel x reader

warnings: bricks being thrown at faces (of the readers)

a/n: this is a shorter one than usual, but i hope you guys still enjoy! i wanted to thank all of you for engaging in my writing so much, for all the replies and reblogs, it means so much to me :) and as always, i’m open to feedback, talk to meeeee

The tips of Azriel’s wings were beginning to freeze over with how long he’d been trudging through the snow.

There was nothing of interest in this forest, he was sure of it at this point. He’d already lost half the day to fly to the woods off the coast of the court, where Rhys had detected some strange activity, as he’d called it. An intruder. It was understandable that the High Lord was more agitated than usual, with news of Hybern sending one of their generals as an emissary to Prythian. Amarantha, if he recalled correctly.

And so the shadowsinger didn’t complain when he was asked to go to the other end of the court this morning. Except the sky had turned a darker shade of blue a while ago now, and even though the Illyrian was well accommodated to the cold, it was slowly starting to bother him. Just as he was about to turn around and fly home, he spotted movement in the trees.

Having unsheathed Truth-Teller, he moved. Weaving between the trees, hidden in the shadows, his footsteps made but a sound until he had the person right before his eyes. Until he had them pressed against the trunk of a tree, dagger to the throat.

The person shrieked. And that was the first time he had the chance to take a good look at them.

Trembling before him, eyes wide with fear was a young female. His hand hesitated as he searched her face; a strange sort of quiet song filled his mind all of a sudden. His mouth fell open.

This was the most beautiful fae he’d ever laid eyes on.

And then she sniffled, and it was like he sobered up. Gods, what was he doing? He pressed the dagger tighter against her throat, not trusting the stranger and asking, voice razor-sharp and cold like the forest around them.

“Who are you?” the female bit her lip, blinking quickly as if she was trying to stop herself from crying. Azriel’s eyes narrowed.

Finally she half whimpered her name. “I- I came here on a- on a boat. From- from the continent, and there,” she sniffled “there was supposed be a town not far from the port but- I think I got lost”

Azriel stood there, studying her. He could tell she wasn’t lying, and his shadows informed him that a ship had, in fact, arrived at the port a few hours later. But how did she get here? Her clothes were torn in places, and definitely not weather appropriate - she was scarcely wearing a coat. The edges of her clothes were starting to freeze over, and her lips were turning blue. He took a look at her hands - her fingers were red and stiff.

“Please- please don’t hurt me” she squealed out wetly all of a sudden, voice trembling. He needed to get her away from here, before she froze over right before his eyes.

Rhys was going to kill him. But he couldn’t possibly leave her here, and he knew for a fact that she didn’t have bad intentions. He put his dagger away before shrugging his gloves on and wordlessly offering them to her.

She hesitated, eyes switching between his face and the gloves, until he just pressed them into her hands. He turned away, saying “Come with me.” Velaris was a long flight from here and they needed to get to a place where the trees weren’t as dense and packed.

“W- what? Where?” he looked over his shoulder to see her trying to catch up to him. Trying and failing.

“What happened to your leg?” she stopped her attempts to stumble over to him, and raised her shoulders a bit.

“I- um- I was taking the path from the port,” she got the words out quickly, stumbling over them, voice shaking “And, there was an animal or- or something and it scared me and- and I ran but I tripped” she gestured to her ankle with a shaky hand.

Azriel let a moment pass, before fully turning in her direction. She took a step back. Sighing, he decided that explaining everything would be the smartest way to go about this. The only way not to scare her more than she already was. “We’re going to fly to my city where you will see a healer. You’ll be free to go wherever you want then”

“And what if I said no?” she tipped her chin up, but it didn’t add a lot of scary effect to what she said.

Azriel’s eyebrow twitched up. “Then I can leave you here, but night is falling. And that down is half a day’s walk in the other direction”

“O-oh” Azriel kept the distance between them as he studied her once again. She looked exhausted and her breathing was alarmingly rapid. She was standing there, shaking and ready to shrink away. And so, he slowly took a few steps in her direction, as if approaching a trapped doe. He supposed he was. He extended his hand towards her.

A pang of unease shot through him at the realization that he wasn’t wearing his gloves; his scars were there in plain sight. But her eyes only stopped on them for a second before she stammered, voice high-pitched. “And- you’re not going to- to hurt me, or- something?”

“I will not hurt you, or allow anyone else to hurt you. I promise” he told her softly. In that moment, that oath was plactating; it was to coax her to let him take her away from this snow filled tundra, before any of them turned into icicles. Before they run into one of the beats dwelling in these woods. Oh, how wrong was his idea of the meaning of that promise. How he’d give his life not to break it; and how his world would shatter when he realized he did.

The shadowsinger of the Night Court didn’t know that yet, though. It was only relief he felt when she hesitantly put her hand in his and let him take her in his arms, before shooting into the sky.

-

The girl was sitting rigidly on the bed in one of the House’s bedrooms as Madja finished patching her up. The heavy wool blanket he had given her earlier was around her shoulders and clutched tightly between her fingers as her eyes tracked the healer’s every move.

“Alright, dear. You will be just fine but you need to take it easy on that ankle for a few days” the older female said with a warm, calming smile on her face. She didn’t reply.

“Thank you, Madja” he said instead from the corner of the room, where he stood half concealed in his shadows. It took all his strength to keep them off her. They were thoroughly interested in the girl, for a reason Azriel could not decipher yet, but he decided against letting them swarm all over her and scaring her.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m leaving you a tonic in case your leg bothers you” she told the girl as she turned to leave “Keep her close to the fireplace, Shadowsinger” she added as she passed by him. And then she was gone.

An awkward silence fell over the room now that the healer was gone, and Azriel inwardly scolded himself for not knowing what to say. Finally he cleared his throat. “I asked a friend to bring you some clothes, she should be here soon”

She only nodded once, back straight and stiff. A few moments passed of her glancing quickly around the room, studying the view outside the windows with wide eyes. The door to the room suddenly opening had her flinching.

Morrigan came into the chamber like a storm, as she always did, chocolate eyes already sparkling with wonder at the newcomer. Throwing him a greeting over her shoulder, she crossed the room, and walked up to the bed, tight red dress swishing with her every step. Morrigan put the bundle of clothes away and was already talking her ear off, but all Azriel did was study the girl. Eyes wide - that seemed to be their default setting, Azriel concluded - she watched Morrigan, as if strikingly shocked at her mere existence. But the other female didn’t seem to pay it any mind as she fussed over her.

“Oh! It’s so good to have another girl here, you wouldn’t believe it. I mean, there is always Amren, but… nevermind,” she shook her head, turning in Azriel’s direction “Cassian is going to love this! Have you told Rhysand already?” she was practically jumping with amazement at this. And he was almost rolling his eyes.

“No.” he grumbled. Mor only gave a disbelieving, slow shake of her head and brought up a hand to cover her mouth.

“This is huge, Az,” she voiced, but before she could continue the sentence, which he was half sure would send the poor girl into a spiral, with how anxious she already seemed, he stopped her.

“We should let her rest.” he said, which had Morrigan rolling her eyes.

“Oh, fine” she sighed, and pointed in the direction of the girl “But we’re talking tomorrow. I want to get to know you” She winked in Azriel’s direction as she was leaving, and with that, she was gone. Off to pass the gossip onto Cassian, no doubt. This would be a long night.

The visit from the other female seemed to only overwhelm her more. With a furrowed brow and slow steps, Azriel approached her and sat on the other corner of the bed.

“It has been a long day for you, I’m sure” he offered softly “You should sleep”

She only studied him, unsure eyes pausing on his wings and shadows. Although, now that they were alone, her shoulders seemed to drop a bit, curling inwards. She still seemed overwhelmed, maybe more than earlier, but less… scared. Something in Azriel’s chest tightened at the idea that she might feel safe, in any capacity, near him. It was a strange feeling, a notion that was ridiculous given his line of profession. And who he was, in general, but… it moved something in him. Something he hadn’t known was there to be moved at all.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You’re not a prisoner here. My High Lord will probably have some questions to ask you, though” she tensed again “But no one here is going to hurt you. I made you that promise and I intend to keep it”

She nodded and reached over to the clothes Morrigan had brought her earlier. A small, appreciative smile appeared on her face as she looked at him, eyes tearing up a bit. And then she nodded again, as though more to herself, eyes glowing with an emotion he couldn’t recognize, yet.

-

Azriel shot up in bed, breathing heavily.

He ran a hand through his soaked with sweat hair. This was the third time this week that this memory came back to haunt him. He was starting to think it was the Mother herself punishing him for failing his girl so badly.

Instinctively, desperately he looked around the room, as if she would be there somewhere, as she almost always was. But she wasn’t there. He didn’t know where she was; no one knew where she was. They’d been looking for weeks. He could swear he’d already searched every corner of the Night Court, and he was ready to start tearing it apart.

Every single promise made to her, broken. Like that.

He shifted in his bed.

The ugly thought crossed through his mind, that it was too late already. That he’d allowed himself to come close to a light as bright as her, and now it would be forever dimmed. That he would never lay eyes on it again.

He was well aware he shouldn’t think like that. He’d already dedicated every waking moment to looking for her. And he would find her. He had to. But the truth that he’d been trying for so long to defy came soaring into his mind. It was merciless, the knowledge that it was his fault, that he should’ve seen it coming that it would come to this. It was obvious that he would fail her, at some point, inevitably, and it finally happened, and it was only his own foolishness that allowed him to keep that truth at bay for so many years. He had tried to run from it, from that ugliness he’s been carrying with him for the entirety of his life. But it always came for him in the end. It was in his every footstep, every drop of blood he left behind. Multiplying, chasing him, gaining speed with every moment he spent with her, every smile of his she caused.

And it always got him in the end, every time, and every place. He should’ve known.

And so the Shadowsinger wouldn’t stop searching. Not until all that was left of this world was dust.

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[y4-mama]

Bucky Barnes request?

Paradise

Bucky Barnes (TFATWS) x reader

Summary: After everything went down with the flag smashers you guys finally had a chance to relax

Content: Gender isn’t specified but the pet name Doll is used, fluff, Bucky being down BAD for you, Bucky making fun of sam

A/N: sorry for getting this out so late i didn’t mean to ignore the request

WC: 1.2K

Life Couldn’t get any better.

You, Sam, and Bucky finally got a well-deserved vacation, as you would call it, after finishing all the Flag Smasher stuff.

Which is how you found yourself sitting on Sam’s boat, with a glass of wine in your hand, watching the sunset.

You watching the sunset led Bucky to not be able to take his eyes off you as you sat there, though this has become a regular occurrence. He watched the way your eyes glittered with the setting sun, the way your hands tightened ever so slightly around your glass of wine, how your lips were curled into a soft, content smile, and the way your hair perfectly framed your face.

How could he not look at you?

You, having a sixth sense, felt someone’s eyes on you. You turn your head and see Bucky staring right at you. When he noticed you caught him, he quickly snapped his gaze away from you, busying himself by taking a drink of his beer. He had been caught red-handed. He suddenly found his boots extremely interesting.

That whole reaction he just had confused you, but you didn’t think much of it and looked back at the sunset. Bucky stole a glance at you and noticed the confusion written all over your face. He internally groaned, knowing he hadn’t been doing the best job of hiding the fact that he was staring at you for the past couple of minutes.

Get it together, Barnes.

You kept your eyes on the sunset. “Is there something on my face, or is there another reason you keep staring at me?” Bucky's mouth suddenly felt very dry. He didn’t expect you to call him out like that. He decided that playing it off nonchalantly was the move. “There might be.”

“And what reason is that?” Bucky mentally curses himself because if he was being honest, he wasn’t thinking of anything PG. He obviously wouldn’t tell you that, so he went with the next thing he thought of. “You just look good in the reflection of the sunset.” Real Smooth, Bucky.

You honestly weren’t expecting that, especially coming from him. It made you nervous, but you masked that with a soft smile, “Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky swore he died, then came back to life when you gave him that smile. He gulped his beer to try and seem unaffected. “No problem, Doll…” Could he be more obvious?

You giggle at his reaction.

Your giggling was gonna be the death of him. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fact that his stomach thought it was a good idea to start doing somersaults. “Uh- You have a pretty laugh.” He mentally slapped himself. Out of all the things he could’ve said. He chose that?

The compliment shocked you, “Thank you…” He nodded and took another drink of his beer, trying to calm himself a little. It was getting increasingly harder the longer he talked to you. “Of course, you should do it more often.” Seriously? Who says that?

“I should…laugh more often?” Bucky cleared his throat once again. He suddenly found it hard to look you in the eye, so he decided staring at the sunset was much easier. “Y-yeah, it suits you. The way it just lights up your face…it’s adorable…or whatever…”

You definitely didn’t see that coming. So naturally, you got flustered and let out a quiet ‘thank you’.

If it weren’t for Bucky’s super senses, he would’ve missed it. He melted at your flustered expression. “Of course…” He couldn’t help himself from thinking about how he wouldn’t mind seeing a different flustered expression on your face entirely. Get it together, Barnes. He took another long drink of his beer and tried to focus on the sunset once again. “So uh… how are things going, other than the whole Flag Smashers fiasco?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” He nodded in response, drumming his fingers against the beer bottle. He found it hard to sit there and have normal small talk with you when what he really wanted to do was kiss you senseless. Stop it, Barnes! Down boy! “What about you?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Other than just trying to keep Sam from getting his face beat in by someone? Nothing out of the ordinary for me either. Guess that’s kind of a good thing, huh?”

You nodded at him, "That's a great thing, besides the Sam part.” Bucky chuckled in response to that. “ Yeah… the Sam part definitely isn’t a great thing. That man couldn’t hold his own in a fight to save his life. I swear he needs me to watch him every two seconds.”

You laughed at his comment, and Bucky’s stomach did somersaults for the millionth time that night when he heard you laugh again. He shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “ You know it’s true, Doll. I’m forever saving him.” You couldn’t help but smile when Bucky smiled, even though it was barely there it was something. “Y’know, if I were to ask Sam, he’d say it’s the other way around.” Bucky scoffed knowingly. “Of course he would! I’m telling you he’d get it handed to him every day if it wasn’t for me. He’s delusional, I tell you. Delusional.” You chuckled, “No doubt about that.”

Bucky nodded in agreement. He couldn’t tell you the amount of times he’s had to dive in and save Sam. “Honestly, it’s a miracle he’s still alive.” “Well, he has the amazing White Wolf there to always save him.” Bucky chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Of course, I’m always at his disposal. White Wolf, of all the nicknames they could’ve saddled me with…”

“It’s cute.” Bucky’s heart started doing somersaults again. “Cute isn’t the word I’d use for that name…” He muttered under his breath, taking another drink of his beer. You shrugged in response, “Well, I like it.”

Bucky’s heart skipped another beat at the fact that you liked the nickname. “You’re the only one who does.” He shook his head again, still trying to act nonchalant about it. Even though his heart was doing cartwheels at the fact that you liked it. Seriously Bucky? Get it together. All reason and common sense seemed to have left him at this point. Why couldn’t he just get his brain to shut up? “You… You actually like that dumb nickname?”

“I don’t think it's dumb.” Bucky raised an eyebrow in suprise, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. “You… You don’t?” You shook your head in response. Bucky found himself unable to form words for a moment. Here he was thinking no one liked that nickname-especially not with the way Sam’s made fun of it. “Really? You’re not just messing with me?”

You chuckle at his silly question, “Why would I mess with you Bucky?” Bucky shrugged suddenly feeling very awkward. “…I don’t know. I’m just used to people finding it ridiculous.” He took another gulp of his beer as you took a sip of your wine, “Those people are just lame.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile that started to form on his face as he listened to you call the people who disliked his nickname “lame.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He couldn’t deny the way his heart started fluttering when he glanced at you, trying his best to keep his feelings under control. It didn’t help that you were currently looking at him in adoration with a gentle smile on your face.

“I’m always right.”

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A/N: Does anyone know how to get divider images on here without the background? Each time I try putting one in the background is white

[luv-nikki]

I was wondering if you could write where George and his friend group go on holiday and reader really likes him but also readers friend does too. But George likes reader and readers friends try’s GETING to him and try to do stuff but George’s eyes are only on reader and readers friends and him have really cute moments and readers friends is jealous. Ok you get me something along the lines like that and reader and him have a cute moment then realise that they feeling for each other and it’s just cute angst and fluff and also do u think u could add some smut in there thank you

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George Clarkey x reader

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It was one of those rare, golden weeks where everything was perfect—sun-kissed beaches, late-night swims, cocktails that tasted like freedom, and a massive villa split between a group of close friends and a few new faces.

George was one of them.

I’d followed his YouTube for a while, sure, but nothing prepared me for what he was like in person—funny, warm, quick-witted. And then there were his eyes. Brown and mischievous, like he knew exactly what effect he had on people.

My stomach twisted every time he smiled at me. And I hated how obvious it felt.

Even worse? My friend—let’s call her Bella—definitely noticed. She’d been flirting with him since the plane ride over. Laughing too hard at his jokes, draping herself over the sun loungers near him, playfully splashing him in the pool like we were in a romcom. And George… well, he was polite. But his eyes never lingered on her the way they did with me.

Not that Bella saw it.

The turning point came one night after dinner, when we all headed back to the villa’s massive balcony, the sky still painted in streaks of lavender and peach. Someone put on music, and everyone danced, tipsy and careless under fairy lights.

Bella grabbed George’s hand and pulled him toward the makeshift dance floor. I pretended not to notice, sipping my drink, trying not to look jealous. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her leaning in, whispering something against his ear, her hand brushing his chest.

That’s when I left.

I ended up by the pool, feet dangling in the water, the music faint in the distance. I hated how I felt—petty, dramatic. It’s not like I had any claim on him.

“You always disappear when things get fun?”

I turned. George was behind me, hands shoved in the pockets of his linen trousers, hair a little messy from the wind.

I blinked. “Didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“I did.” He sat beside me, our shoulders almost touching. “You okay?”

I nodded, but he gave me that look—the one where he was trying to read my mind.

“You don’t have to pretend around me,” he said gently. “I’m not stupid. I know Bella’s been trying to make a move.”

I snorted before I could stop myself. “That obvious, huh?”

“Painfully.” He tilted his head. “But I’m not interested in Bella.”

My breath caught. “No?”

He turned toward me fully, and my heart thudded in my ears.

“Why would I be, when you’re right here?”

The words knocked the air out of me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

George laughed softly, shaking his head. “You have no idea, do you? Every time you smile at me, I feel like an idiot. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to say something for days, but you’ve been so quiet.”

“I thought you liked her,” I whispered.

“Not even close.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering a second too long.

“You’re the one I want.”

Then he kissed me.

It was soft at first—hesitant, like he wasn’t sure I’d kiss him back. But I did. God, I did. My hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as weeks of built-up tension melted into that single moment.

When we finally pulled away, I rested my forehead against his, smiling like a total idiot.

“George?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you.”

He grinned, that lazy, heart-melting grin. “Good. Because I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

We stayed by the pool for hours, wrapped up in each other, the stars above and the sound of the waves in the distance. No drama, no games. Just us.

And for once, everything felt exactly how it was meant to be.

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[aingeal98]

What do you think Steph rethinks about cass’s relationship with Bruce

I think... It would be very easy and understandable for Steph to be jealous of Cass's relationship with Bruce. But the fact that she doesn't appear jealous at all in canon is super interesting to me. She's bitter when Cass takes Bruce's side over hers, and tries to diminish Cass's relationship with Bruce out of anger, but the main issue she has isn't that Bruce loves Cass and doesn't love Steph. It's that Bruce convinces Cass to view Steph the way he does.

If Cass didn't let Bruce's view of Steph sway her own, I don't think Steph would have that much of an opinion tbh! Other than an occasional "Damn, must be nice that he trusts you like that." or "Good for her, she deserves a better dad than David Cain." I don't think she would have strong feelings on Bruce and Cass's dynamic. But unfortunately Bruce's influence on Cass affects Cass's relationship with Steph, and that's where most of the tension comes from.

But honestly the way Steph doesn't even make it Cass vs her for Bruce's affection, only Steph vs Tim as Robins... Super interesting character note. Steph has been told by the world since she was little that she is in many ways inferior to those around her. Batman adds to this, but I think Steph had internalised that even before she met him. And she feels that way, but she never lets it stop her from trying anyways. Queen of faking it until she makes it. She'll make herself Robin and she'll listen to every one of Bruce's nasty comments about how Tim was better and she'll keep trucking on determined to prove him wrong. But Cass is just in such a league of her own that there's nothing really to prove there the same way, and unlike with Tim Bruce doesn't really pit them against each other. He'll use Tim to goad Steph but Cass is better than all of them so there's no point in Steph feeling bad about it.

So what we end up with is a Steph that doesn't feel any real resentment towards the positive aspects of Bruce and Cass's relationship. It's not about Bruce loving Cass, not one bit. The part she resents is what Cass's love for Bruce does to her. Steph sees the writing on the wall, knows just how scummy Bruce can be, and warns Cass that he won't be able to love her like she wants. And Steph is both right and wrong about that.

But at the time they had their first fight/break up, Cass still had Batman firmly on a pedestal in her mind. And while that stung for Steph, she could still appreciate the good parts of their friendship despite that, and even thanked Cass which is pretty generous and kind. While also being sad because Steph please. You deserve better. Cass will agree with me on this it'll just take a few more years of character development for her to get there.

[licncourt]

I love your blog! Just curious, why do you consider Louis to be gay? Didn’t Anne Rice say that all vampires are bisexual?

Thank you!! I have a lot to say about this because I feel pretty strongly about it.

The first thing I would say is that the vampire compulsory bisexuality is not actually stated in the books (as far as I recall), it was something Anne yapped about on Facebook. If we took all her Facebook commentary as canon, we'd have to accept some darksided bullshit as well. The other part of this is that even the vampires not having human sex is a retcon from Anne's 90s brainworm, or at least not mentioned at all until QotD and then only briefly/ambiguously. I think TotBT is the first time it's explicitly stated, so I feel like saying vampires have real sexual orientations is reasonable. In IWTV, Louis tells Claudia that human sex is a shadow of feeding, but even though it may be secondary to blood, I always got the impression that he said it to make her feel better, knowing that sex isn't something she'd ever experience.

With all that in mind, I think there's very strong evidence in canon to support reading Louis as a gay man, the first one being that he's the only main male vampire besides Nicki (who also reads as gay to me, though less concretely) who doesn't have relationships with both men and women. The only people he pursues in any way are Lestat and Armand, as well as expressing attraction to Daniel. I would argue that the painter in IWTV and Armand's human blood bag even count here.

He says multiple times in IWTV that he didn't have any romantic feelings for Babette in spite of what Lestat believed, and it always felt like a very sad situation to me. His care for Babette was related to his yearning for human life, but I think it was also a yearning for the human life he specifically could have had. She was the personification of the future he wanted to want. Maybe in another life he could have loved her and she could have been his wife, or he could have at least been content with her company, if not in love with/attracted to her if, in his mind, he was a stronger, better man.

Of course there's Merrick but that was just. Assault. The whole situation was gross and sad and it was clearly a violation of his wishes in terms of making another vampire but also his very real human consent considering the romantic element. It would have been violating regardless of sexuality, but it's interesting that his only relationship with the opposite gender was markedly nonconsensual in comparison to the other male vampires with women (barring Lestat with Akasha).

I also think it just makes a lot of sense with the choices he makes and how he perceives himself. I fully believe that if he'd had any attraction to women, he would have been married or pursuing marriage as a human given his religion, sense of duty, and position as the head of his household. It's also strong subtext in Lestat's pitch to him for becoming a vampire regarding freedom and the alleviation of his suffering and burdens of his human life. He felt Louis' attraction to him in the blood and I think they both understood what Lestat was implying beyond just escaping his grief over Paul. Lestat was offering an out in maybe a more important way as well as being a perfect object of desire and that’s why Louis was SO susceptible to him.

It also shows up in just how at odds Louis is with his desires in general and how deeply his self-loathing and fear of inadequacy impact him. Louis wants nothing more than to be a good little Catholic, and I think if he had the option to just focus on his attraction to women and shove down any feelings for men, he would be a little less wigged out about his own innate and immutable evil given how good he is at denial. He might have even said no to Lestat. It's clear that these desires he can't ignore are a huge preoccupation for him, and if there was a way he COULD kind of ignore it, I think he absolutely would. Instead, it seems like he has no choice but to acknowledge it because there's no alternative and no options except Lestat's offer if he wants to freely act on these feelings. If there was a path for the romance and sex he obviously wants without the guilt, he would have chosen that.

A huge thing I enjoyed about the show was actually that they seemed to observe and agree with this assessment, so I feel extra vindicated. I was clapping and cheering at that scene. I think this subtext is an important part of the Loustat dynamic in the books too and something that feeds into Louis' insecurity and resentment of Lestat. In his mind, Lestat has options he doesn't, the ability to "be good" and find a female partner, and yet he chooses what Louis sees as evil. This is just a thought on my part, but I've always imagined Louis having a harder time seeing Lestat's relationships with women because it's confirmation that he himself is inherently lesser/at a disadvantage because of his exclusive homosexual attraction, and it reinforces his belief that heterosexual relationships are inherently superior and more real. What if the man he loves eventually chooses to be "normal" permanently, because in Louis' mind, why wouldn't he?

[lemotmo]

You've all earned a break 💚

Okay, so I posted yesterday that I was going to turn anon off because I am not spending this hiatus like I have spent the last two. I'm so glad I did because yeah I'm not going to play this game with people. As soon as I saw Kristen was a co-writer my expectations plummeted. This is not an anti post, but I will die on the hill that Kristen should not have any part in writing big episodes. She's not shown she's capable of doing that in any way that is worthy of the episode for years now. Stop giving them to her. It was a fine episode. It was a GREAT Chimney episode. But it felt like a mid-season finale, not a season finale. Her pacing is terrible. You can see what they're trying to set up, so I give them that. But the reality is the last minute addition of the Bobby storyline killed the season. It entirely halted all other story threads that they had actually been building for the season. It was a really good season, right up until episode 15. Once again Tim decided to rewrite the entire back half of a season, just like he did last season, and by his own admission he did it on a whim. And it killed the season for a second season in a row. It was shaping up to be an amazing season. And he took a buzzsaw to it for reasons no one seems to know. They officially have a Tim problem and it needs addressing. I do think they will ship him off to the spinoff though. A brand new show requires consistency in storylines because you have to establish the characters and the story threads, which he needs to be forced and reminded of how to do. So let him go.

My colleague not so patiently reminded me today that the entire point of Upfronts is to sell the next season of television, not the current season. He is correct, and I'm annoyed at myself for not keeping that in mind this past week, but I, like everyone else, got swept up in the Ryliver tour. That being said, they are clearly going there with Buddie. And I don't want any of it skipped or rushed through, that was my one complaint about Bathena, they spoke in one episode and bam they were dating the next. I don't want that with Buddie. I want all the buildup. But they have to stop kicking the storyline into the next season. They've officially started the actual storyline so I'm assuming we will see that play out next season.

The Bobby stuff is dumbfounding. It was so terribly done that I mostly still don't buy it. So we shall see. Anyway we're all free for the next 2 months so please log off and go outside and touch grass. Take a break. We've all earned it. 🩷

Thank you Nonny. ❤️❤️❤️

I already laid it all bare in my episode review post. You can find my thoughts there. Most of them are similar to Ali's.

Have a nice hiatus break fandom. We've earned this one. We went through some highs and lows and came out okay on the other end of it. Keep in mind that this is a TV-show and you can absolutely step away for a while if you feel the need to do so.

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[elllisaaa]

seventeen as love songs - vu vers.

-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.7k words

-> genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

-> warnings : none

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | 1k event masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

YOON JEONGHAN

-> Always Forever by Cults

"you and me, always forever, we could stay, alone together."

→ You had always been an evidence for Jeonghan. When you became friends, it was natural. When you started to get closer, it felt natural too. And when you confessed to each other, nothing changed either. You had always been his focal point, the person he wanted to come back to, his everything. Everything was simple when you were here, everything felt less suffocating and more supportable. You made everything better, and Jeonghan couldn’t imagine his life without you being a part of it. 

“- You want to talk about it ?

- No. I just want to watch a movie with you and not think about it anymore.

- Of course baby.”

So you didn’t try to inquire with him further, and you let him choose the movie while you brought his favourite snacks and drinks from the kitchen. And you settled on the couch with Jeonghan resting his head on your chest. He always felt so safe in your arms, like he was wrapped in a protective bubble and that nothing could hurt him anymore. You were his shield, his shelter. 

“- Thank you…

- For what ?”

Jeonghan lifted his head from your chest to look at you with the softest eyes that always made you melt inside.

“- For being you.”

"you know you’ve got me in your pockets."

→ Jeonghan was known for his habit to tease and make fun of his loved ones. You always witnessed it when the members were around : your boyfriend was a little shit when he liked someone and wanted their attention. But despite seeing how he acted with his friends, you never experienced it yourself. Well, a bit. But not as much as Mingyu. 

“- This isn’t fair ! Whenever I do it it’s the end of the world, and when it’s Y/N, you just look at her with heart eyes !”

You chuckled at Mingyu’s complaints, looking over at your boyfriend who had a proud grin stretching out his face as he stuck out his tongue to his friend like a child. 

“- That’s because I’m in love with her. Not you, idiot.”

Jeonghan stopped paying attention to the big baby crying behind him as he made his way over to you, bending down to land a quick and sweet kiss on your lips with the softest smile. 

“- Is that true ? That you’re less annoying with me ?”

He cupped your face between his hands, tenderly caressing your cheeks and actually looking at you with hearts in his eyes. 

“- I’m whipped for you, baby. You could ask me to do anything and I’ll do it.”

Because Jeonghan was utterly smitten by you from day one, and he wanted it to stay just that way. Just you and him, forever. 

HONG JOSHUA

-> Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz 

"and everybody’s talking but I don’t wanna know."

→ Everybody told Joshua that he shouldn’t go out with you. You had a reputation for going on dates with men who had money and dragging as much for them as you could before leaving them. But Joshua didn’t care. He loved being with you, he loved how comfortable you made him feel and he knew these were only rumors. Not once had you tried to go to an expensive restaurant, and you never wanted to let him pay for you even when he insisted. He had to pay when you were going to the bathroom if he wanted to be a gentleman. And contrary to what he had been told, you were so interesting. 

“- I’m sorry, I know I talk a lot. You can tell me if I’m boring, you know ?”

You made it sound like a joke, but Joshua could hear the slight hurt in your voice, meaning that you had been told that a lot before. But he wouldn’t be the one to shut you up. Never. He put his hand over yours on the table, his eyes searching yours. 

“- I don’t mind. I love to hear you talk, especially when you’re so passionate. I love it.

- Really ?

- Yeah. I could listen to you for hours.”

Your shy smile brought one to his lips too - he just couldn’t help but be happy when you were happy too, and if it was because of him that you were smiling like that, it was even better. And you didn’t mind that Joshua couldn’t detach his gaze from you as you were rambling about your favourite songs or books. He loved to hear you talk, and he loved to be the one you wanted to talk to. 

"my heart is on wings, i’m living in dreams."

→ Nothing could have prepared Joshua for how good it would feel to be loved by you. He always made sure to make you feel appreciated, he was used to being the one to give. But for once, he liked being taken care of too. The way you were always making sure he was alright with little messages throughout the day, even when you were both busy or the way you could sense when he had had a bad day and would prepare him food and a hot bath to relax - all of that made him feel so special. 

“- A gift ? Is there something today that I forgot about ?”

You shook your head with that cute giggle that he liked so much, looking proudly at the paper-wrapped book he was holding in his hands with a confused expression.

“- Not at all, you’re the best at remembering that. I just wanted to give you something. Open it.”

Joshua kissed your forehead with a sweet smile before he opened the gift to discover a makeshift photo album with pictures of the both of you. Some were pretty recent, from the last holidays you spent on Jeju island. Others were from the first few dates you went on together, from the early stages of your relationships. The pages were covered in memories, cute hearts and little nothings that brought tears to his eyes. 

“- Angel, this is…

- You don’t like it ?”

Without letting you have any time to doubt yourself, Joshua engulfed you in a warm hug. 

“- I love it, darling. I love you so much.”

You were a dream come true, and he never wanted to let you go. 

LEE JIHOON

-> Umbrella by Ember Island 

"you’re part of my entity, here for infinity."

→ You have always been like Jihoon’s second half. You completed each other perfectly. When he needed something, it was like you had that telepathic communication that allowed you to know about it before anyone else and give him what he needed. And whenever you struggled with something, it was like Jihoon could guess it from miles away, and help you without you needing to ask him to. 

“- Jagiya, do you know where are my -”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you had handed him his glasses with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He stayed there for a few seconds, and you took advantage of his lack of movement to place his glasses on the bridge of his nose and a kiss on his lips with a charming smile that made Jihoon smile as well. 

“- Thank you, baby.

- You’re welcome.”

You went back to working on your laptop, but Jihoon couldn’t wipe away the smile that had taken over his face. Even after years of you giving him the things he needed without asking for them, he still had troubles understanding how you could be real, how you could be his, how you could get him like no one else could. 

“- I love you, you know that, right ?”

You turned your head to look at him, with the softest look of endearment and adoration in your eyes. 

“- Yeah, I know.”

Of course, you knew. You knew everything about him. 

"now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella."

→ You had always been the rock on which Jihoon could lean on, his focal point, the person in front of which he allowed himself to be vulnerable. But sometimes, even the strongest people could fall too. When Jihoon came home to find your apartment empty, the only light being the one coming from your room, he immediately knew that something was wrong. 

“- Is everything alright jagiya ?”

Your form moved under the covers to look at him, leaning against the doorframe. Jihoon could only see the top of your face, but it was enough for him to notice that your eyes were red and puffy. He approached you slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching to thread his fingers through your hair. 

“- What do you need, baby ?

- I don’t know…”

Jihoon’s heart clenched at hearing the cracking in your voice and the sadness in your words. Without you needing to say anything more, Jihoon slipped under the covers with you, his arms around you. And as soon as you felt his warmth, you bursted into tears again. And he held you closer, his soothing touch and comforting words all you needed in this moment. You knew that every time you felt like you were falling apart, Jihoon would be here to stitch the fragments back up, to hold you up, to put you back to your feets. And you would do the same for him. 

“- You’re okay, jagyia. I’m here, I’ll always be here.”

LEE SEOKMIN

-> Riptide by Vance Joy

"i just wanna be your left-hand man, i love when you’re singing that song."

→ Everything about your relationship with Seokmin was spontaneous - from the way you became friends overnight to the way you didn’t even need to say it for either of you to understand there was more going on. And suddenly, one day, you were standing by his side, hands in his, and with the title of his partner. And you loved it. 

“- I’m home, baby !”

As soon as he stepped into your apartment, Seokmin heard the loud music coming from your speakers, but your voice singing the song was even louder. A smile stretched out his lips as he walked in the kitchen to see you dancing and singing at the top of your lungs as you attempted to make dinner. And he stayed there for a few seconds, just watching over you with adoration. 

“- Will you come with me instead of watching me ?”

Seokmin immediately took your extended hand in his to make you spin around. The sound of your joined laughter filled the room, and joy filled up his heart. Because he couldn’t have dreamt for a better view to come home too, because you made all the dark corners of his life feel brighter. As the song came to an end and a calmer one started, Seokmin held you closer to him, slowly swaying with you.

“- How was your day ?

- Perfect.”

And seeing the smile that spread on your own lips, you understood that Seokmin wasn’t just talking about his day. 

"i just wanna, i just wanna know, if you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay."

→ From the way Seokmin sometimes held you a little too tight, you knew he was scared you’d leave. He always displayed this energetic demeanor and his usual bright smile. But you could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes, the underlying melancholy he rarely talked about. On the days he was more silent, you knew it overtook him, and you were always here to hold his hand, waiting for him to be ready to talk about it. 

“- Are you out of the shower, baby ? Dinner’s almost ready.” 

You didn’t receive any response, but the door of the bathroom slowly opened. You looked up at Seokmin, discovering his tears stained cheeks, and that same sadness you knew all too well glimmering in his eyes. 

“- Do you want to talk about it ?

- Can I get a hug ?”

His weaker voice, completely devoid of his usual energy made your heart ache and you immediately opened your arms wide.

“- Of course, you don’t even have to ask.”

Seokmin nuzzled his face against your neck, his arms squeezing you as close as possible to him, as if you would vanish in the air if he let you go too far away from him. 

“- You love me, right ? You won’t leave ?

- I won’t Minnie, I love you. More than you know.”

And that promise was enough to ease his mind. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

-> Those Eyes by New West 

"‘cause all of the small things you do are what remind me why i fell for you."

→ Seungkwan knew that you wouldn’t be home when he came back from practice : you went to see your parents for a few days. And he was glad to see you were taking some time for yourself after having worked so hard the whole year, but still, the apartment felt empty without your presence. He slowly walked into the living room, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. 

Only when he went to make himself dinner a few hours later did he notice the little note stuck to the upper cupboards. He squinted his eyes, trying to read your tiny handwriting, before a smile took over his face at what you had written down : “Your favorite snacks are refilled, honey. Look out for other notes ;)”.

“- Did you find them all yet ?”

Seungkwan chuckled as he played with the first note he found in between his fingers, holding his phone to his ear to be able to hear you. 

“- Just found the first one, but you didn’t have to do all that honey.

- I know. But I wanted to.”

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds, because you knew Seungkwan was doing his best not to cry, and because you loved to make him feel appreciated. 

“- Besides, you always complain that you miss me when I’m away. This way, you won’t be too dramatic.”

Seungkwan scoffed at your teasing, and he was glad you weren’t here to make fun of his glassy eyes and his wide smile.

“- I’m not dramatic. You are.”

And you laughed, because it was the small thing that counted. 

"when we’re done making love and you look up and give me those eyes."

→ “- You have to stop looking at me like that.”

But you didn’t stop looking at Seungkwan, instead getting even more comfortable and resting your chin in the palm of your hand to stare at him even longer. Was it really your fault when he looked so good like that ? He was dressed in a classy suit, his hair freshly dyed blond complimenting his features and most of all his big, bright smile illuminating the room. He was handsome and you couldn’t help admiring him in all his glory. 

“- Looking at you like what ?”

Your boyfriend groaned at your teasing, but you didn’t let it go, and when he finally looked back at you, your gaze locked.

“- Like you’re madly in love with me.

- That’s because I am.”

Despite the many times you had said that to him, and the many times he said that to you, it still made his heart beat faster, it still made a blush blossom on his cheeks and it still made him avoid your eyes because of how flustered he was. 

“- You say that like it’s common sense.

- It kinda is. You’re my world Kwannie.”

Maybe you were just like the sappy couples you hated usually, but you didn’t care. Seungkwan intertwined your fingers with his over the table and as he looked back into your eyes, no more words were needed. 

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[jinx-s-things]

This and that

Anora Mikheeva x GN!Reader

Summary: some days are hard. Some gifts say more than they should. Ani’s not used to either.

Notes: this took a while even though it’s short because I felt burnt out and also I wanted to get Anora’s character right, I hope I did. (I think Anora would like pistachio)

Warnings: none

Ani slid into the booth like gravity was trying to kill her. Her bag hit the seat with a thud, her hoodie hung halfway off one shoulder, and without asking, she immediately stole a sip of your coffee.

On days off, this was the routine. No plans, no pressure. Just a quiet café or a diner that didn’t mind if you stayed too long, sharing space and wasting time together.

“Work was hell,” Ani muttered, snatching a napkin. “Some guy tried to pay me in crypto, and I had to fake-laugh through two hours of the worst dirty talk I’ve ever heard. I swear the air conditioning’s busted again.” She flopped back against the seat with a sigh. “I should start charging extra for emotional damage.”

“Well, you always keep things interesting,” you said.

She shot you a tired side-eye. “Flattery doesn’t work when I’m this exhausted. You gotta bribe me.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

You reached under the table and pulled out a little paper bag from the bakery she always stared at through the window but never went into. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she peeked inside.

“Shut up. Is this the pistachio one?” She pulled it out like it was a Cartier necklace.

“They only had two left.”

Ani squinted at you. “You fought someone’s grandma for this, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

She took a bite, slow, deliberate and her whole face softened. The tension in her shoulders melted with every chew.

“You remembered I like pistachio,” she said quietly, almost surprised. “Everyone always thinks it’s weird.”

“Not weird. Just underrated.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Okay. I’m listening.”

“I also got you something else.”

You slid the small black box across the table. She blinked at it like it might explode.

“You didn’t propose, did you? Because if there’s a ring in there, I will launch myself out that window.”

“Just open it.”

She flipped the lid.

Inside sat a thin silver bracelet, nothing flashy, nothing loud. Just sleek, understated, with a single small pearl set into the clasp.

Her fingers stilled.

For once, Ani went quiet.

Her expression flickered, confused at first, then skeptical, then something softer. Like the sight of it knocked the wind out of her a little.

“Oh my God,” she said finally, laughing under her breath, almost embarrassed. “You seriously didn’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to.”

She looked up at you, and this time there was no smirk, no teasing comeback. Just something real.

“Thank you,” she said. Honest, low. Like it slipped out before she could stop it. “Like… seriously. No one’s ever gotten me something that wasn’t, like, lingerie or… bad decisions.”

“It reminded me of you,” you said. “Lowkey beautiful. Kinda rare. Impossible not to notice.”

She huffed out a breath, but her smile grew wider, warmer. “Okay, now you’re pushing it.”

Still, she took off her rings one by one, slid the bracelet over her wrist, and clicked it into place like it belonged there. Holding her hand up in the soft diner light, she turned it slowly, admiring it with a look she tried to shrug away.

“You realize I’m never taking this off, right?” she said. “It’s mine now. Permanently. Hope you’re cool with that.”

“I’ll allow it.”

“You’ll get a thank you in my Noble Peace Prize” she said sarcastically

She nudged your foot under the table and took another bite of the pastry. You were watching her, and she knew it and for once, she didn’t deflect. She let it land.

“All right,” she said, licking sugar off her thumb. “What else you got?”

You grinned. “Whatever you want.”

She leaned back in the booth like royalty.

“In that case,” she said, pointing at the menu, “I want pancakes. And bacon. And maybe a milkshake. You started this, now keep up.”

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

YAAA IM SUCH A HUGE FAN OF YOUR TBB WORK AND I FINALLY HAVE A REQUEST IDEA…

Mandalorian reader who speaks in Mando’a to herself when she thinks she’s alone, and one day cf 99 overhears her!!

tysm if you do this, like I said I love your work and I’m so excited to read more <3 take care lovely!!

Thank you x

I hope this is somewhat close to what you had in mind.

“Secrets in the Shadows”

Bad Batch x Reader

The cantina was loud as usual, reeking of stale spotchka and poor decisions. You sat in the corner booth at Cid’s, helmet off but gauntlets still on, nursing a cheap drink and a cheaper job. You’d just come back from a run that paid in credits so light they could float off your palm. Figures.

You muttered to yourself, low and in a tongue most beings on Ord Mantell didn’t understand.

“Kriffing dikkut,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for your own ears. “Ni ru'kir not even cuyir sha borarir today… bal par meg”

You swirled your cup, leaned back with a scowl. In your mind Cid’s got no honor, no plan. Just her greasy fingers in every job on this rock.

Another sip. You were speaking louder now. You thought you were alone. “Meh Ni had options, Ni Ru'kel tettar kaysh shebs off a roof”

“Interesting,” came a voice just behind you.

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head—and saw the familiar faces of Clone Force 99. Hunter stood with his arms folded, head tilted. Tech was already tapping on his datapad. Crosshair had a toothpick in his mouth and that smug glint in his eye. Wrecker was smirking like you just said something hilarious. Echo said nothing, but his gaze was sharp.

“You speak Mando’a,” Tech noted, without looking up. “Quite fluently.”

You stood quickly, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

“No osik,” you snapped. “Didn’t exactly mean for the whole squad to eavesdrop.”

Crosshair chuckled. “You talk to yourself in a dead language, and we’re the weird ones?”

Your visor snapped down. “It’s not dead. Just sleeping. Like a rancor with teeth.”

Hunter took a step closer. “Why keep it quiet?”

You didn’t answer at first. Just stared, then finally said, “Because it’s mine. Because people like Cid don’t deserve to hear it. Because you aruetiise don’t know what it means to carry a name that was earned, not assigned.”

Wrecker looked genuinely hurt. “Hey, we’ve fought with you, bled with you—”

“Doesn’t make us vod,” you interrupted. “Not yet.”

Echo stepped forward, quieter than the rest. “We’re not trying to be something we’re not. But we do understand what it’s like to have your culture stolen and your purpose used.”

That made you pause.

You looked at him for a long time, the words catching in your throat. Then, finally, you said it—soft, but clear.

“Ni ven, ori’vod. But you tell that chakaar Cid if she lowballs me again, I’ll weld her bar shut.”

Crosshair’s smirk widened. “I’ll get the torch.”

Hunter let out a rare chuckle. “Fair enough. Next time, maybe just let us know when you’re venting in Mando’a. We’ll knock first.”

You gave a subtle nod and walked past them, muttering under your breath again.

“I don’t trust you. Not yet.”

But your pace slowed at the door. Just for a second.

And none of them missed it.

[actuallysaiyan]

Coworkers Part II(Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, virginity loss, oral sex(fem receiving), colleagues hooking up, age gap word count: 2.3k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: things are a little awkward and tense since the first encounter, but things melt into something more comfortable as the week goes on. after Toshi invites you on a date, you head back to his penthouse to show him how to really wine and dine... a/n: special thanks to the wonderful @sareenthedreamer once again!!!!!

After the first encounter with your sexy coworker, you found yourself thinking what else could happen. Late nights in your bed, scrolling through lewd erotica websites to find ideas of what you could do with him the next time. That is, if there would be a next time.

Since that night, you and Toshinori have managed to keep things to a very professional level. Though the first time he saw you after he gave you the most massive facial you’ve ever received, he needed a few minutes before actually meeting your eyes with his own. The thought of sucking that man’s cock really riled you up. 

Safe to say, the first day back together was a little awkward, though you were sure nobody had really noticed. At least, you both were hoping that nobody noticed anything had changed between you. Maybe Nemuri observed your awkwardness a bit more than usual, but there was nothing said at all. 

Yet you couldn’t keep your mind off of it. The way he looked when he came so hard, it was forever in your mind. The sounds he made, the way he just blew his load so fast…it was forever going to be engraved in your memories. 

On his end, Toshinori didn’t mention anything. His eyes lingered on your form a little more, but you didn’t think too much about it. Moments alone with you made him a bit more nervous, but you didn’t push the subject. In fact, neither one of you even made an attempt to talk about what happened that night you two got together.

By the end of the week, you wondered if maybe he lost interest in you. While you were disappointed, you could be mature about it and move on. Besides, this was Yagi-san after all. In your opinion, he could have literally any woman he wanted. Though he may be more reserved than his hero persona, he was insanely gorgeous and so sweet.

He surprises you though.

He’s been hemming and hawing about this all week. The thought of just fooling around with you and not trying to have some sort of nice outing first was causing him to feel a bit of guilt. He hadn’t even returned the favor either! He had just allowed you to pleasure him and then he drove you home. Something about that made him feel like a selfish lover.

“Are you busy?” He asks on Friday afternoon.

You shake your head. “No, I’m about to head out for the day. You?”

You notice the way he wrings his hands and blushes. There’s something he won’t say just yet, but it’s so damn adorable to see him so flustered like this. He’s adorable in all the right ways.

“I was wondering,” he pauses to take a deep breath. “Would you maybe want to get dinner?”

“Sure! I’d love to. Is anyone else joining us?”

Another pause and his cheeks darken. “Uh, no. It’s just you and I. Is that okay?”

“Oh for sure!”

You log out and get your jacket and bag. Toshinori gets a moment to really admire you as you get ready to leave. He’s always found you so beautiful, but now it goes even deeper. He’s seen you in an intimate situation and he cannot get the look of you on your knees for him out of his mind.

The two of you leave the school together, discussing the week’s events and how classes had gone. Still even now, you two tiptoe around the subject of the blowjob. On your end, you’re afraid to scare him off. For Toshinori, he’s worried you’ll think he’s some sort of sex fiend if he tries to ask you about it.

He helps you into the car and closes the door. Already this is the second time you’ve been in his car. You start to feel comfortable in these situations with him. You two have already become pretty good friends at work, but to be able to hang out with him outside of work was definitely a bonus.

“I found this really nice ramen shop,” he says as he turns the engine on. “I heard they have very light broth as well as complex flavors.”

You nod. “Must be easier on the stomach, yeah?”

He finds his heart fluttering when you consider his dietary restrictions like that. “Exactly. Is that okay?”

“I’ll go anywhere with you.”

There’s something about you saying that that makes him feel so comfortable with you. You make things feel just so easygoing and so uncomplicated. So he pulls out of the school parking lot and heads towards the ramen shop. There’s a comfortable silence that falls on the two of you.

Once you get there, you find the outside of the place is so charming. It’s tucked away from everything. Toshinori opens your door and helps you out of the car. He’s such a gentleman with everything he does with you. It warms your heart to know that one sexual act wasn’t enough to completely ruin your friendship with him.

He guides you to a booth in the corner and flags down the waitress. He orders some tea for the two of you and then you begin to look at the menu. By the time the waitress returns, you and Toshinori have your food orders already decided.

“This place is awesome,” you comment as you take a sip of tea. “I’m surprised I’ve never been here before.”

He smiles. “I’m glad I was able to bring you here. I’ve been here once and thought it was super charming.”

The rest of the evening consists of you and Toshinori talking about everything but the blowjob. But the more you spend time with one another, the more there is a growing sexual tension. You flirt with him and he surprises you with the confidence to flirt back with you. 

As the meal comes to an end and you’re both sipping on the end of your tea, he finally grins playfully. There’s a bit of a sparkle in his eyes now. This has you wondering if he’s finally going to come out and talk about what happened last week.

“So…”

“So, uhm…”

You’re both unsure where to go with this conversation. With pink cheeks and bated breath, you wait for him to say something first. But it’s clear to you that he’s panicking for sure. His brain seems to be working overtime to find the perfect way to start this conversation. But how does one go about saying ‘thanks for sucking my dick last week’ without sounding like a total pig?

“Thanks for dinner,” you say. “This was really fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”

Toshinori smiles. “Of course, it was my pleasure.”

Another long pause and neither of you really know how to approach the conversation. He’s nearly tearing his hair out trying to think of what to say. Then you place your hand on his, gently rubbing his knuckles.

“Yagi-san, if this is about what happened last week, just know you didn’t have to do all of this.”

He lets out a breath, shuddering at the feeling of your hand on his. Finally one of you said something. He smiles shyly and gives your hand a squeeze this time.

“It was the proper thing to do. Besides, it’s not very kind of me to do something like that with you without having a date first.”

You shrug. “I offered. We had a good time, yeah?”

He swallows hard and looks away. “Y-yeah, yeah we did.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

When he looks at you this time, his eyes are dark with lust. You’ve seen this look once, last time you were intimate with him. It’s such a gorgeous sight on his face. You feel your heart racing as he licks his lips.

“I didn’t want it to end like that. It wasn’t right. You deserved to have the favor returned.”

You feel your face growing hot. You bite your bottom lip, trying to decide how to answer him. How were you going to tell him that you’ve been fantasising about him licking your pussy since last week? How could you look him straight in the eyes and tell him you’ve been reading erotica about this very thing and touching yourself?

“Favor returned?” Is what you managed to spit out.

“Let’s take this conversation somewhere more private, okay?”

He waves down the waitress and pays the bill. Toshinori gently guides you back to the car and helps you in. He’s being even more sweet now that the tension has melted away a bit more. You notice some of the warmth has returned to this relationship now that you both feel a bit more at ease about the situation at hand.

Once inside his penthouse, it doesn’t take long for you and Toshinori to get cozy on the couch. He’s pulling you closer, kissing you deeply. He’s been wanting to do this all week.

You’re nearly on his lap at this point. He holds you close, allowing you to feel his body pressed against yours. The way your breasts press into his chest has him hard within seconds.

“I…” he swallows hard again. “I’ve never done this before.”

You smile sweetly. “I’ll teach you.”

With that, you lie back on the couch. Toshinori knows enough to help you out of your clothes, though you keep your bra on. He allows you anything to keep you comfortable. He’s not about to push you towards something that’ll make you want to pull away completely.

With your panties off, you spread your thighs and begin to tease yourself. Toshinori’s mind is dizzy from just seeing your bare pussy. He doesn’t remember the last time he even saw one in person, if he ever did. You’ve got such a cute bush growing, and he’s eager to run his fingers through it.

“This is the clit,” you say softly as you spread your folds and expose the little bud. “I’m sure you knew that though.”

His throat is so dry right now. “I-I did but thank you…”

You play with yourself, making you open up even more to him. Slick dribbles from your hole, running down the crack of your ass. Toshinori is watching you, his pants growing so tight. He tries to discreetly adjust his pants, but you can see the bulge. A soft giggle erupts from your lips that turns into a moan as you slide one finger into your tight hole.

“Is this exciting you?” You purr.

“Of course,” he pants. “Of course it is.”

You pump your finger in and out of your cunt, drawing out these sweet noises from your lips. Toshinori palms at his own bulge before he leans down to get between your thighs. All he can think about is how much he wants to taste you.

“Let me,” he says as he pulls your hand away from you.

The minute his tongue presses against your folds, he knows he’s addicted. There’s literally no turning back. You let out such a sweet moan of his name that his cock throbs. When your fingers tangle in his hair and you squirm to get closer, Toshinori finds himself melting into this.

His tongue slides up and down between your folds before he kisses your clit. The cute little reaction you make has him doing it over and over and over before he’s just sucking on the little nub. The sweet and tart nectar you leak out has him going crazy.

“Oh fuck,” you whine. “Toshi, I’m close.”

His eyes roll back and he’s doubling up on his efforts. With your thighs tightening around his head, he doesn’t even care that he could suffocate. It would be an honor to pass like that. All Toshinori cares about is making you cum so hard you see stars. When you begin to hump his face, it’s all over for him. He’s going to want to do this to you every single night.

“I’m cumming!”

Your vision cuts to white as you cry out his name. Rivulets of your juices leak from your hole as the muscles in your groin twitch. Toshinori doesn’t let up, continuing to suckle on the bundle of nerves to prolong the orgasm. As the pleasure subsides and you try to catch your breath, you try to push him away. 

He sits up on his knees, looking at you. You’ve never seen such a vision of sex before. He’s still got the wild look in his eyes as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the juices off his face. You smile in a daze, recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“You sure you’ve never done that before?”

He laughs. “It was my first time. Was it good?”

This makes you laugh this time. “Toshinori, I’ve never cum that hard before.”

His cheeks burn once more but he feels a sense of pride blooming in his chest. He gets up to get you a glass of water. When he returns, he lets you lean against him as you take sips of the water and catch your breath even more.

With your clothes back on and you are now cuddling up to him on the couch, it makes you wonder how things will go on from now. It’s not like you two can just continue to pretend this isn’t happening anymore.

“So,” you turn to him. “We have to continue to keep this to ourselves. But there’s no way I can continue to pretend we didn’t do this.”

“I agree. We can’t talk about it so openly…but I’d like to continue this exploration if you’re open to it.” There’s such a shyness to his tone as if he didn’t just give you the best head of your life.

You smirk. “I’m more than happy to help you with this exploration.”

He settles back on the couch, pulling you closer. You try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy. He’s trying to ignore the way holding you makes his heart race. That’s something for another time. Right now, you two are just two colleagues exploring. Two coworkers hooking up.

That’s all it is…right?

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[deathbxnny]

Hoping Tumblr doesn’t swallow my ask… may I request some headcanons of Capitano and Baizhu x Acheron!Reader please.

Sorry for taking 5 eons to post this and thank you again for another interesting request!<33

Content: Memory loss, slight angst?, fluff, established romantic relationships, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》CAPITANO

You two met during one of his missions in Natlan. Having once again forgotten where you were going and what the purpose of your initial reason to being here was, you failed to explain to Capitano's soldiers why exactly you had wandered into their camp. After a fight that ended with you being victorious, the calmly observing Harbinger took you in wordlessly which kick-started your relationship.

The memory loss wasn't an issue or a burden to him, his patience never ending when it came to you. He'll remember anything you need for you. Once he realizes that you keep things in mind easier by relating emotions to them, he tries his best to do just that with things that he deems as important.

Capitano sometimes worries about your safety, not because he thinks that you aren't strong enough to take care of yourself. It's just that your condition definitely doesn't make things easier for you, so expect someone to be with you at all times, whether you're aware with it or not.

He never pries into your past and never do you in his. Mainly because you don't remember yours, which makes you quite the mystery at times, but he isn't any better.

Finds it a little cute that you enjoy eating peaches, and gets you a huge supply of them just to see the faintest smile on your lips.

》BAIZHU

When you were dragged into his Pharmacy by Qiqi, he was definitely quite confused by your presence. Not only did you seem foreign to the nation, but you genuinely couldn't remember a thing. Why were you in Liyue? You couldn't tell him. Who exactly were you? No clue. What was your name again? Took you a moment, but at least you somewhat remembered that!

Either way, you were taken in by him that day, as he thought that you may have just hit your head somehow... but that turned out to be a permanent stay a while later after all. At least Qiqi now had a friend who was just exactly like her in many ways... which brought it's own problems.

He tried to treat your memory loss the way he treated Qiqi's, by giving you a little notebook with important information to keep on you at all times. Also a map to lead you back home during errand runs. You and the zombie girl weren't allowed to go on little missions together though, as that never ended well.

You and Qiqi always had a supply of coco goat milk and peaches to keep you entertained and satisfied whilst the man worked during the day.

Baizhu hopes to cure you both of your conditions well enough one day, so that you can live on without him when he isn't around anymore.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello again and thank you so much for including my idea in one of your previous posts!

I have an angluffy (angsty+fluffy) scenario in my head that’s been sitting there for a while. Disclaimer: it is quite specific, so I totally understand if you don’t feel like writing for it or want to modify this. Also, I would love to read about all the spouses (Vanilla, Expanded and Ridgeside), but this is a lot of people so if this scenario picks your interest feel free to modify the list or publish it in parts.

The idea goes like this:

There was an invasion on Stardew Valley. The Gotoro Empire attacked without giving anyone as much as a chance to escape. All seemed lost, and it would have been, if not for the bravery and quick thinking of the Farmer. They rushed to the hudge battle robot that empire troops were using in the attack and placed a bomb underneath it. The village was saved, but sadly, Farmer didn't run fast enough to escape from explosion. All that was left of them was an arm, separated from the rest of the body. Or so everyone thought.

The numb, limp body was found by Krobus, who managed to save Farmer’s life, but at a cost. Village’s hero had spent year in a coma, got their arm replaced with a iridium prosthetic one (courtesy of the Dwarf) and, patched up with shadow magic, are no longer fully human. [my ida of it: one eye is black, skin is paler, and parts of flesh are replaced with shadowy smoke, but make up whatever visuals suit your vision]. Changed, confused and weakened by a year of sleep, the first thing Farmer does is going to their partner [any level of romantic relationship; spouse, boyfriend/girlfriend, or - my personal favourite - they were about to give Farmer the mermaid pendant just before the invasion started]. How would that meeting go?

Daaaaamn, that's some dark headcanon right here.... Sure thing! ✨✨✨

Hope you don't mind if I write in this ask about the vanilla and SVE spouses. Also this headcanon turned out more angst than fluff, so I hope you don't mind that either. Thank you for the ask, and have a good day! 💖

Warning: angst

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Stardew Valley:

Harvey

Another nightmare that Harvey woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing hard, trying to calm down and pull himself together, to chase away the bad thoughts. No sedatives or sleeping pills helped him, the same nightmare.... Where his smiling spouse turns to face him and dark flames overwhelm them as Harvey stands there, unable to do anything. The doctor was about to go to sleep again (trying, at least), but he heard the doorbell of his clinic. Who had come to see him at this late hour.... Usually the only person who visited his clinic in the middle of the night was-

"Harvey, it's me..." He collapsed senseless on the doorstep.

Sam:

Sam has never heard his mom scream like that. No, not the kind of scream where a disgruntled Jodi was once again trying to get through to her son, sitting in his headphones, who had promised to clean the house. The soul-crushing, ear-splitting scream he usually heard in horror movies. The guitarist instantly rushed into the living room, where his mother was in, ready to protect her from whoever caused her screaming. And there she was, pale with terror, standing motionless while Vincent stood behind her, crying and trembling. Both looked toward the front door, where stood a strang-

"Sam, is that you?"

Farmer. It was Farmer.... The one everyone thought was a dead hero was standing right here in Sam's house. He was speechless. It can't be...

Elliott

Elliott hardly ever left his little cabin. In the past, the writer could often be found in the Saloon, draining a glass of wine in company. Now he is but a shadow of his past self, ever since Farmer... died defending the Stardew Valley from enemy invasion. No desire to write anything, no desire to do anything, or even to leave the house, just... nothing. When Elliott found out what had happened to them, part of him died that day. It went on like that for six months until the residents stepped in, trying to help him. And the writer seemed to be doing better, but for the last month, as the date drew closer to the day Elliott lost Farmer a year ago, he was getting worse and worse.

Opening the door one rainy day, he thought that once again the residents had come to him almost by force to drag him into town, but what was the point-

"Honey, it's me..."

Elliott stared in mute shock at Farmer standing before him. When he realized that it's not a ghost or a hallucination, he fell to his knees, kissed their hands and sobbed, praising Yoba for his beloved's return.

Shane

First came shock. Shane couldn't believe what was happening, it couldn't be.... Farmer stood before them, alive and well, except for the fact that they had a bandage over their left eye and no right hand at all, it had been replaced with.... Metal? A device? Shane didn't know. He slowly touched their shoulder, looked into their face, heard their voice.

"It's... It's you. You're alive, alive... Where... Where have you been?!" Then came anger and pain. Farmer is alive... And they didn't deign to tell him?! It was later that they could explain to Shane that they were in a coma, but for now the chicken man choked on his own tears and shouted at them.

Sebastian

"Sebastian, it's me. It's okay, I'm alive, I'm okay..." Farmer could feel their lover hugging them tightly with a dead grip, shaking nonstop. He wouldn't let them go, afraid that if he let go of his lover again, he would lose them already forever. Like when he blamed himself for not being more assertive in his argument with Farmer that they should all hide in the basement of his house. That fateful day for the Valley, when he'd let go of their hand and watched them run toward the seashore, to defend his native valley from a robot sent by Gotoro. How heartbroken he was to learn that after the robot exploded, all that was left of Farmer was one severed arm...

"Sebastian..." He was shaking, and his eyes became wet with tears. He didn't let go of their embrace for a long time yet...

Alex

Alex's first meeting with Farmer after a year of separation, pain and trying to move on, ended with the athlete punching his lover in the face, right in their healthy eye, untouched by dark magic unlike the other one. He didn't mean to do it, but he was so badly frightened and confused by Farmer's appearance, who had been presumed dead, triggered his hit-or-run reflex. Thankfully Alex didn't punch them hard, though still weakened from the year-long coma Farmer fell to the floor. Alex looked at them with horror, realized what he had just done, and apologies spilled out of his mouth with sobs. The farmers quickly came to their senses and tried to calm their lover down. But Alex hugged them tightly and cried harder.

They are alive... And the first thing he did was to hit them....

Abigail

Everyone told Abigail it was time for her to stop chasing the illusion. Stop trying to do her own investigation of the place where Farmer was last seen. To stop arguing in raised tones with her father, trying to prove that they hadn't found Farmer's body, which meant there was no proof they were dead. She cried in her mother's arms, who comforted her daughter but tried to gently tell her that it was time for her to move on. But Abigail continued to believe.

And she was right, when Farmer with their face slightly disfigured from dark magic stood before her, she ran up to them and hugged them tightly, sobbing, she was right!

Leah

"Stay away from me!" Leah shouted, her hands that held the sculpted hammer as her only means of self-defense treacherously trembling. The ginger young woman took two steps back, keeping her gaze on.... Farmer? Was that really.... her beloved Farmer? Many features exactly the same as her deceased lover's, but their right eye... A huge hole from which a black as tar liquid dripped, running down their cheek. Their left hand, made of a metal that was unfamiliar to her.

Leah continued to stand there trembling, not knowing where or who to run to for help.

Emily

Strange, but Emily has had practically the same dream.... How she is running after a red bird that leads her closer and closer to the forest, and just as the blue-haired woman reaches the edge, she sees someone who remotely reminds her of... Farmer, the stranger turns around.... and Emily wakes up. She can't figure out what it means. Her dreamers interpret various things: that the spirit of her dead lover is trying to warn her, or that their "coming" is a sign of good news. And that edge of the forest looks all too familiar.... On one such night, she decided to walk towards the forest from memory, and noticed near the sewer someone coming out... A small dark figure that hid in the thicket having spotted her from afar and...

*sob* "It''s a sign... I knew you were alive."

Farmer, barely standing on their feet and weak, looked in surprise at Emily, who ran towards them, hugging them and knocking them down accidentally. Her dream was prophetic, she had found them, Farmer was alive...

Penny

As soon as Penny stepped out of the farmhouse to meet the guest who was banging so loudly on the door, she stood in a stupor for half a minute, trying to realise who or... what stood before her. A stranger whose body parts were completely non-human, but whose facial features were... "Penny... Is that really you?" And... that voice. The voice of the person she'd been mourning for a year now. The voice that had sworn their love to her as they both stood under the wedding archway and held hands. The voice that had made she realise...

Penny let out a heartbreaking scream, and fell to the ground, senseless, only to hear the voice of her frightened spouse call out her name before her vision went dark.

Maru

Maru refused to believe that her lover had died. Yes, she and the others had seen that huge crater where Farmer had last been at that moment. Yes, she had seen with her own eyes their bloody body part, which was lying far away from the crater, thrown away by the blast wave. But their body (it hurt Maru terribly to even imagine Farmer like that) had not been found, which meant that it was impossible to say that they had died. The young inventor continued her search, scouring the valley, trying to find a clue or a logical explanation. Her family and friends thought that Maru's grief had simply caused her to deny reality and cling to this idea, thus trying to cope with the loss of her lover. But...

"I found them!" *sob* "I- I found them!"

...seeing her, with tears on her cheeks, holding Farmer's metal hand, who stood and were very much alive, realized that the young inventor had been right all along.

Haley

Honestly, Farmer knew their lover's reaction would be very strong. After all, Haley (and everyone else in the Valley) thought they were dead (they themself thought they were dead). Until they woke up without their right eye and arm. What Farmer didn't expect was that when he walked into Haley and Emily's house, half the dishes would fly at them. Poor Haley, who was alone at that moment, thought she was being haunted by ghost and was so frightened that she threw plates, forks, bottle and other kitchen stuff, then fell to her knees. Farmer cautiously approached her and touched her hands gently, showing that they were not a ghost, but a living person.

"Where have you been..." No one was to blame for what had happened (except Gotoro), but Farmer felt a prick of conscience when they heard how broken and weak Haley's voice was.

Stardew Valley Expanded:

Magnus Rasmodius

"Magnus-" Farmer didn't even have time to utter their lover's name before they felt that they had lost the power of speech and their body stopped obeying. They stood as dumbfounded, unable to move as the old wizard approached them with slow steps, his left hand making gestures unknown to them, while his right hand was enveloped in flames, ready to sizzle the threat at any moment. The harsh look of Magnus' violet eyes pierced through, but there was nothing Farmer could do. After standing under Rasmodius' gaze for a long and agonizing minute, Farmer felt the invisible ropes finally loosen, allowing them to move again.

"It's really you... You're alive..." Tears streamed down Magnus' wrinkled cheeks.

Victor

Victor's inner voice shouted that he should run. Run without looking back, away from the creature standing right in front of him. From this unknown monster who, either to torture him for their own amusement or to blunt his instinct for self-preservation, had taken the form of his dead lover of a year ago. The one he was about to declare his love to with a mermaid pendant. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Victor must run, run as fast as he could, call for help, run run-

His heart shouted that it was them.

Victor ran towards the Farmer, hugging them tightly. And he couldn't hold his crying when they hugged him back.

Lance

"Name." Striking a fighting stance, Lance bared his spear, ready to defend himself against the possible threat that the mages of the Gotoro Empire had sent him. Their enemies went to the most desperate and despicable lengths, even stooping so low as to use necromancy. "Your name." Reviving fallen adventurers with dark magic that disfigured their bodies, but the overflowing happiness of the fallen man's friends didn't notice until it was too late. He keeps his guard up, keeping Farmer away and demanding answers, buying time until backup arrives

*sob* "I'm... I'm [name]. L- Lance..."

The adventurer's heart clenches when he heard a familiar voice... He need to stay focused.

Sophia

After Sophia's lover fell to the death of the brave, for the sake of protecting her and the entire Valley, she hardly ever left the house, only filled bottles coming out of her vineyard. Recently has she been able to move on after the death of her parents, as she has once again lost the people she holds dear. Gus and Scarlett visited their friend, trying to comfort her, but the pink-haired girl withdrew into herself, unwilling to talk to anyone. One such day, the same day that exactly one year ago Farmer died, someone knocked very insistently on the door of her house, and Sophia, overwhelmed with grief and anger, opened the door and wanted to shout to be left alo-

"Sophia..."

She immediately fell silent, staring in horror at the features of a face so familiar to her. And screamed, running back into the house and huddled in a corner, unable to stop sobbing as Farmer tried to soothe her in every way they could.

Olivia:

Farmer had no sooner said anything to Olivia upon their meeting after a year of separation, than they immediately had to catch the poor woman fainting from shock. And what did they expect - absolutely everyone in the valley believed that their dear friend and Olivia's failed spouse was presumed dead, only a severed arm could be found at the scene of action, which was buried. The former Joja accountant mourned her spouse again, and now they were coming into her house, with a bandage that covered their eye, with a hand that was as cold as ice to the touch, but... alive.

"How did you- What happened... We thought- I thought you were...." Olivia finally woke up and enclosed Farmer in her arms, choking on her own tears and sobs.

Claire

If it wasn't for the lack of job opportunities, Claire would have quit her current job a long time ago and never come to Stardew Valley again. This place has become like home to her, the residents are very friendly, and supportive of Claire as a member of the community. But it's too hard for her to return to this town, to walk past the monument in honour of her deceased lover every time, to look at the place where Farmer was last seen alive.... It's all very hard for her. Returning late from work to the bus stop, she promises herself she'll quit tomorrow.... and feels someone take her hand, calling her name gently.

Claire jumped, as she knew that voice well. The girl looked closely at the stranger's face in the near pitch darkness and wailed in a way that made half the town jump from such a heartbreaking scream.

Scarlett

"AAAAAAA!" As if poor Scarlett could be understood: considering that Farmer had been presumed dead for a year, the girl certainly hadn't expected to see their ghost. At least that's what she thought they were, scared out of her wits and threw the first thing she could get her hands on (some iron tools) at them, causing the Farmer to get an iron kick in the leg, yelp and a bit of indignation. Scarlett realised it wasn't a ghost after all, and upon realising this she was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. Is that the Farmer?! Yoba, her lover is alive! But... what with their eye? What happened?! And why didn't they contact her sooner?

Scarlett will get her answers (some of which will raise more questions), but... she's just incredibly happy that Farmer is alive and, well, relatively okay.