#the way i can’t move on unless i defeat them

[carlyleandco]

omg i finally defeated thunderblight ganon

[justporo]

So you'll see tomorrow

A/N: Seeing a beautiful piece of artwork by @velnna and listening to Half life by Livingston I got a very angsty idea for a drabble (so be warned, it's sad). This idea came to me first a while back listening to Just a Man (you know from *that* BG3 edit). @velnna as always thanks for letting me play with your son - and sorry I hurt him... Also thank you to Dad on Maf's discord server for the inspo for the final line.

Warnings: implied character death (but this is just an alternate timeline ok??), self sacrifice

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So this was it.

This is how they would all die.

There was no way they would defeat the Netherbrain. All their endeavours that led them here, all for naught. Unless…

Staeve saw it in his eyes first. How their expression changed from swimming and hopeless to hardened and determined. Astarion’s brows drew together - the crease they created between them as sharp as his daggers he lifted up once more.

“Staeve.”

He had never heard his voice like this. The tone as sharp as a knife and hard as rock.

It scared him.

“I’m going to create an opening for you. Be ready.”

Fear dug its claws into Staeve’s throat, choking him, as he began to realise what was about to happen.

“No,” the half-drow whispered, weakly grabbing for his lover’s wrists with all of his remaining strength.

“Astarion, no! You can’t do this!”

Panic gave Staeve new power. Helped him to forcefully turn Astarion around to him. Helped him make his love stare into his eyes as he screamed at him again. And again.

He shook him, even making the daggers drop from his pale, blood-speckled fingers.

Staeve kept screaming, feeling his voice become hoarse, hot streams of tears washing away the grime and gore as they made their way down his face.

But as he kept throwing everything at Astarion he noticed ruby eyes remaining hard and unfaltering. The decision had been made.

The last of his strength went with his last drop of hope as Staeve’s hands fell weakly from Astarion’s. His legs gave up, knees hit the ground hard.

And only then did Astarion shift, taking a final step back before making the run-up.

He dropped down in front of Staeve who could only stare up at him anymore.

“Let me do this one thing right, Staeve,” he whispered solemnly, cupping his love’s face. “Just this once let me make things right.”

Staeve’s vision was blurred, his head swimming. But he still clearly saw the warmth in Astarion’s eyes as he leaned his forehead to Staeve’s.

Astarion’s hand wandered to the nape of his neck as he pressed his eyes closed. “Promise me, you’ll live for me, Staeve. To the fullest.” When the vampire opened his eyes again, Staeve was sure there were tears in Astarion’s eyes as well.

There was nothing in Staeve to do or say. He wasn’t in control of anything anymore it felt like. Not even his own body as he solely kept listening to Astarion’s final words.

“And promise me,” the vampire continued, voice breaking, “sometimes - when you sit in the sun - you’ll think of me, Staeve. Promise me.”

Astarion only waited only long enough for Staeve to weakly nod, seemingly the only thing he was still capable of.

Then he crushed his mouth to his lover’s, the motion so forceful their teeth crashed together.

Desperation had them kiss so hard it hurt, that it felt like perishing already. Astarion’s hand on Staeve’s neck pressed down so hard it felt like bones might crush. A single last breath was passed between them as their lips moved against each other as they tried to make this the most vivid moment they had ever experienced.

One so he could never possibly forget this final kiss - how it had felt.

The other so he would go to his end, with the taste of his lover on his lips.

When a small eternity ended and Astarion broke away he grabbed Staeve’s face a final time.

“I know in another life, I would have loved you forever,” Astarion uttered with a smile.

Then he let go, Staeve almost toppling over, suddenly void of anything still lifting him up.

Astarion grabbed his daggers, turned around with a last glance and a smirk - and then he leapt.

[just-jordie-things]

clean little secret - itadori yuji

word count: 7.4k warnings: none! summary: yuji and (y/n) are keeping a secret from the others... yuji loves to be pampered by her. more info: tooth rotting fluff, crushing, friends to lovers

for stef <3 ___

Itadori Yuji wasn’t one for keeping secrets.  For one, he believed they often caused more harm than good.  So unless it was a surprise party, he had no interest in them.  Even if Nobara swore it was a particularly juicy piece of information, Yuji had no problem covering his ears with his hands and walking in the other direction.  And for two, well, he just wasn’t that great at keeping them, and after a few accidental slips, he’d decided to keep himself secret free.

Of course, the dirty little secret he had of his own didn’t count.  But it wasn’t like any harm could come of it… he was pretty sure… so long as (y/l/n) (y/n) didn’t let it slip either.

“So whaddya say?” Nobara’s unusually chipper voice drew Itadori back to the present conversation with the tell-tale hum of a boy that hadn’t listened to a thing she’d said.

Megumi briefly rolls his eyes, (y/n) lets out a short giggle that she quickly stifles behind her hand, and Nobara places her hands on her hips as she turns towards the pink haired sorcerer with a frown.

“Do you want to go see that movie tonight or not?” She asks him pointedly, as if she hadn’t spent the last few minutes coming up with a whole plan for picking up snacks and sneaking them into the theater.

“Oh!” Realization dawns on Yuji in the form of a bright grin, but Nobara’s hope is quickly deflated when he shakes his head.  “No, I can’t, sorry” 

Before the redhead could strangle him for getting her hopes up with his stupid smile, Megumi’s backing out too, and her attention is quickly swiveled towards (y/n), who had suspiciously kept her expression behind her hand.

“Sorry, Nobara,” She lowers her hand to reveal her frown.  “I can’t tonight either.  But maybe this weekend?” She tries to compromise, but it appears Nobara was already defeated by the sting of a triple rejection.

“Fine, whatever, this weekend,” She mumbles, hoping a pouty lip would be the final straw to convince her friends.  When no one moves, her expression returns to its usual resting bitch face and she turns to leave.  “But if the groupchat is as dead as your energy later, then I’m going with Maki instead!” She hollers.

That was close, Yuji thought to himself as the group dispersed and he hurriedly made his way down the hall.  Luckily this time, Nobara didn’t shake him down to interrogate him into telling her what better things he could have to do for the evening.  God, that could’ve gotten embarrassing.

After a quick stop by his dorm to change out of his uniform, Yuji made sure the halls were clear before he booked it across the building, moving as fast as he could while keeping his steps as quiet as possible, before he slid to a stop in front of her door.

With two quick but rhythmic knocks, her door slid open, and (y/n) peeked out, eyeing both directions of the hall around Yuji to make sure no one was around to see her let him in.

“You’re sure no one followed you?” She whispers, finally meeting his eyes.

Yuji shook his head confidently.  Her lips broke into a grin so wide that the corners of her eyes crinkled.

“Well then get in here already!” She says with hushed excitement, grabbing him by the front of his tee shirt and pulling him inside, closing the door behind him in one swift movement.

Yuji seats himself at the end of her bed while she grabs her phone off her desk, scrolling through an abundance of spotify playlists before settling on just the right one.

“I’m so glad we’re finally doing this” She tells him, effectively turning his cheeks pink.

“Yeah, me too” He agrees, hoping his nerves aren’t too obvious in his voice.

“I’ve been dying to show you what I just got for christmas” She adds, practically skipping into the bathroom to retrieve a decently sized plastic basket full of products Yuji can’t even recognize.  She has to carry it over to him with both hands, and he knows he should probably be intimidated by what they’re about to do, but he doesn’t.

As (y/n) drags him into her tiny bathroom to set up the array of items, she lists off each one as she shows him.  Hydrating mask, lip mask, eyelash serum, somehow it all sounds relaxing and terrifying all at once, but he trusts her, so he nods along to each one.  She seems delighted enough just to show off her little collection of products, so Yuji’s determined to match her excitement.

Truthfully, Yuji had never touched anything like this.  Sometimes he moisturized his hands when they got dry in the colder seasons, but he wouldn’t say he knew a thing about skincare.  And yet, one afternoon while walking with (y/n) from one class to another, he found himself getting carried away telling her how he was trying to take better care of himself and he wanted to establish a proper skincare routine.  Before he knew it he was agreeing to being pampered by her- on the condition that it remained secret.

Now remember, one of Yuji’s very few rules of life included the simple act of not keeping secrets.  But that day he’d agreed to her condition without a moment of hesitation.  He could understand why she didn’t want the others knowing that she was going to give him special treatment, seeing as Nobara had been begging to give everyone makeovers since she’d arrived at Jujutsu Technical College.

While he’s not disappointed in his plan for the afternoon, Yuji does feel incredibly out of place in her bathroom.  The dorms were small enough, and the bathrooms barely had room for one person to move around comfortably.  But (y/n) doesn’t seem crowded at all as she rummages through the couple of drawers next to him.

With a grin she retrieves what she’d been looking for- two fluffy headbands held proudly in her hand.

“I got one for you too,” She tells him, bashfully avoiding his eyes as she extends one out to him.  “You’ll want to keep your hair back, the mask can get really sticky” 

Yuji examines the soft baby pink material as if he’d never seen a headband before.  He’s pretty sure he knows how to use it, but just in case, he watches as (y/n) slides hers on first.  It’s not until he sees the ears on top that he checks his again, delighting in the matching cat ears before he pulls it around his neck and puts it on.

“Thanks!” He beams at both of their reflections in her mirror.  He wishes he could take a picture of them, just to have a picture of the two of them wearing the matching accessory, but he knows he can’t risk the others seeing, so for now he settles on memorizing the image.

“You’re welcome,” (y/n) bites the inside of her cheek to keep her grin from getting too goofy, and quickly redirects their attention to the first item on the agenda.  “You’ve really never done a face mask before?” 

“Nope,” Yuji shakes his head, leaning into the counter as he waits for her direction.  “Is it going to hurt?” 

“No!” (y/n) giggles, before beckoning him to hold his hand out as she uncapped the product.  “It’ll feel nice, here, put a little on,” She instructs, squeezing a dollop of green onto his fingers.  She laughs again at his reaction to the color, but he doesn’t question her as he right away rubs it onto his nose.

He had the right idea, but from the way he messily spread it over the bridge of his nose, she could tell he was going to struggle with the application.

“No no, you’re getting it everywh- oh my god don’t put it in your nose!” She squeals as she smacks his hand away, quickly stepping into his space and taking over.

Honestly, Yuji wasn’t trying to get her to do it for him, but as soon as she gently grabs his jaw in one hand while the other is carefully swiping the excess cream off of the tip of his nose, he decides right then and there to surrender.

“I didn’t know, I’ve never done it” He whines, a bit more dramatically than necessary.

“It shows,” She laughs quietly before reaching for the product again to pump more onto her own fingers.  “I can just do it for you, if you want?” She offers.

Yuji smiles and nods gratefully, his heart doing a victory dance in his chest.

“Only if you don’t mind” He tells her, already sitting himself down on her toilet seat so she didn’t have to reach up to his face.  (y/n) fights the urge to roll her eyes at his swiftness in letting her take over.

“I don’t mind,” She shrugs, getting to work applying a generous amount of lime green mask to his cheeks first.  “It’s relaxing to me, actually” 

“Really?” 

“Mhm,” She nodded along, focused on keeping the application even.  “I would’ve loved having a sibling or a cousin or something to do this stuff with,” She tells him.  “I know Nobara would… but… she’s so intense about it sometimes,” She admits, and Yuji hums in agreement.  Nobara was the most passionate person he’d ever met, and it was her greatest strength, but it did freak him out from time to time.  “Not like us” 

The murmured comment sits on his mind longer than it should have.  Not like us, she’d said, filling his insides with the fuzzy, familiar feeling of having something with her that the others didn’t.  This was all his, and she’d said so herself.  They couldn’t possibly understand them the way they understood each other.  

Not like us.  Not like us.  Not like us.

Yuji closes his eyes when her careful fingers spread the mask up the bridge of his nose before she gets started on covering his forehead.

“You do this stuff all the time though?” He asks when there’s too long of pause since he’d last heard her voice.

Not that he could forget what it sounded like, no never, most of Yuji’s day was spent waiting for her to speak, just so he could listen.  Whether she was arguing with Gojo about a ridiculous lesson plan or going on about a conspiracy theory just to get their lunch table riled up, if (y/n) was talking, Yuji had his mouth shut and his ears wide open.  He liked hearing the things she had to say, he liked the way she said them.

And he was learning now that he especially liked when he was the only one she was speaking to, and that if she was standing close, her voice came out in soft murmurs, cautious of the short space between them, and gentle on his ears as it barely echoed off the ceramic tiled walls.

“Maybe not all the time,” She hums thoughtfully.  “But I do it when I can, I try to keep up with it anyways” 

“Well it feels really nice” Yuji mumbled, almost getting sleepy as he grew used to the feeling of her warm fingers spreading the cooling cream on his skin.  (y/n) giggles again, breathy and amused as she watches his shoulders droop downwards.

“Don’t fall asleep on the toilet, Yuji,” She scolds him, but it’s hardly threatening when it’s between strings of giggles as he lazily opens his eyes to look at her.  “You’ll make a mess if you fall and hit your head on the counter” 

“I’d clean it up” He mumbles back in defeat.

“What if you were concussed?” 

“... I’d clean it up later” 

She laughs at his antics just as she’s making her final touches near his temple, spreading the green cream just so, making sure none of it would get stuck to his eyebrow.  With an affirmative nod of her head she steps back to assess her work.  

As sticky, creamy, and unfamiliar as the mask feels, Yuji’s currently grateful that it’s there to cover the way his face heats up under her direct gaze.  He’s always thought that she’s had the softest eyes- doe-like, and sweet, and easy to gaze into- but with every ounce of her attention directly on his face, Yuji starts to sweat a little bit.

His intentions of becoming closer friends through a night of pampering was starting to backfire, and instead the little crush he’d been hiding was now festering.  Bubbling and smoking just under the thinly veiled surface of his restraint.

“You’re all set,” She beams at him, which he easily returns.  “Try not to touch it while I do mine, okay? It’s gotta sit for a while” 

Yuji drops his hand just as he’s about to swipe off a generous streak of cream from his cheek, smiling innocently as (y/n) gives him a warning look before she turns towards her mirror to apply her own mask.

“Serious question, if I eat it, while I throw up?” 

(y/n) pauses mid-smear on her cheek, turning back to Yuji and sweeping her eyes over him to assess if he was actually serious about eating face cream.  He did know it wasn’t guacamole… right? She didn’t need to tell him that… right?

“If you eat it, I’ll be plucking your eyebrows after mine” She settles on a friendly threat.  

Yuji’s lips pinch and she gets back to work on her mask, certain she’d done the trick to keep him sitting still.

“Well that sounds horrifying,” He mumbles.  “But I’m in” 

(y/n) scoffs out of amusement, still focused on her reflection.

“You want me to pluck your eyebrows?” 

“If you’re doing it, then sure,” Yuji shrugs, not thinking twice about agreeing to it.  “It wouldn’t be a complete spa night otherwise” He adds with a grin that she can see from the corner of her eye.

“Well, if you really want…” She mumbles, doubling down her focus on applying her mask.

A part of her had been hoping he wasn’t agreeing to all this pampering just to please her, she hoped he wasn’t dreading the night going forward.  But if he hated it… he wouldn’t be signing himself up for eyebrow plucking… right?

It only takes a few more minutes for her to complete her own mask- she was much faster at applying it to her own face, Yuji noticed.

He also noticed that somehow, she made a face of lime green paste look good.  Which just wasn’t fair.

When Yuji tries to pinpoint when exactly these feelings for her began, his mind becomes a blurry haze of every moment he’s ever shared with her- and honestly, it could have sparked from any one of them.  It tricks him into thinking maybe he’d just… always had feelings for her.

It’s easy being around her, Yuji finds- even though sometimes she leans close enough to show him a video on her phone and it nearly sends him into cardiac arrest- there’s nothing but ease and relaxation in his muscles when she’s around him.  He doesn’t worry about saying the wrong thing- even if she giggles and shakes her head at some of his questions- he basks in her delight until it becomes his own.

Twenty minutes flies by when they’re laughing at memes or talking about the last week of training, and soon they’re scrubbing off the green mask that feels a little crustier than it had when they put it in.

Yuji groans into the bottom of the sink for the ump-teenth time as he scrubs viciously at a part of his jaw where the hardened cream refused to wash off.  (y/n) can’t help but stifle a laugh into the warm washcloth she’s using to pat her face dry, but she can’t leave him hanging, so she politely taps his shoulder to get the boy to give up on washing it off with his hands.

“Let me help” She offers, shoulders still shaking just slightly with her amusement.  

Yuji pouts with frustration when he stands up from the sink, water dripping down his face and all over his shirt, it really is a miracle he didn’t manage to clean up the last of the mask seeing as he got water everywhere in his attempts.

The pout melts away as soon as (y/n’s) stepping closer and gently wiping her washcloth against the resilient speck of green, making it look easy as it glides away under the soft cloth.  She gets it right away, but the tips of her fingers on her free hand still hover over his chin, ready to stabilize his head if he would’ve required another, rougher swipe of the cloth.

“Did ya get it?” Yuji asks hesitantly, unable to read the expression on her face.

But she’s smiling and stepping back in a moment’s notice.

“Yep!” There’s a short, tight sounding laugh that follows.  It’s not like her usual laughter, it sticks out like a sore thumb for someone as attentive as Yuji to pick up on, and he does, but he doesn’t say anything.  “Here, I have a dry washcloth for you” She’s quick to hand him the towel, and even quicker to stop him when he roughly drags the fabric over his face.

Yuji doesn’t catch half the things she’s saying when she snatches the pink cloth from his hands and tells him to sit his ass down before he destroys his pores.  He doesn’t think twice before jokingly asking her what pores are, which sends her on another lecture.  It’s hard to focus on what she’s explaining when she’s so delicately patting his face and neck dry of every last waterdrop.  He’s too busy fighting the urge to close his eyes and melt under the featherlight touch of her palm against his shoulder to give too much of a crap about pores.

Surprisingly, he’s never fallen asleep on the toilet before, but he thinks he could if he sat here and let her pamper him all night.

“... Yuji? Did you hear anything I just said?” 

It takes a few blinks for his vision to focus on her again- her brow is raised and her hands are on her hips now, she’d definitely caught him zoning out.  He hopes playing dumb does the trick.

“Of course,” He nods confidently.  “Pores swell when they’re wet and that’s bad” 

She giggles and rolls her eyes, so he knows his educated guess wasn’t as educated as he thought, but if he got her to laugh he’d take the slight tinge of embarrassment for the greater good of bringing her joy.

God, it was like every minute spent with her only left him craving more.

“Sure,” She drawls out the word in disbelief, but she doesn’t scold him for not paying attention.  It would prove to be too difficult when he’s looking at her with the brightest eyes she’s ever seen.  She would’ve believed he was hanging onto every word had he not opened his mouth.  “So, what next?” 

Yuji peeks at the remaining tubes and bottles on the counter.  He has no clue what he’s looking at of course, and this is obvious when his helpless expression turns back towards her.  To make it easier, (y/n) scoops up two smaller bottles, offering them both for him to choose from.

“Which is which?” He asks, hooking his finger under his chin as he studies each product with skeptical eyes.

“One is for your eyelashes, and the other is for your lips,” (y/n) explains, tilting each towards him as she does.  “We can do both, or neither, up to you” 

“Will it hurt if it gets in my eyes?” He asks, eyes noticeably widened, and she chuckles as she shakes her head.

“Not at all, it’s super easy,” She assures.  “I can show you, if you want?” 

Yuji nods, and that’s how he finds himself standing just a few inches away from her as she leans into the mirror with the small applicator brush in her fingers.  She could remind him that she’s using the mirror for a reason, and he didn’t need to stand so close… but honestly, he smelled nice, and she wasn’t uncomfortable with his close proximity.  In fact, it was actually sort of comforting.

“See?” She hums, brushing the applicator through her lashes over one eye a couple times to make sure all of the serum was evenly spread, before leaning back from the mirror and turning towards him.  “Super easy.  Like mascara” 

“I’ve never told anyone this… but…” Yuji lets out a heavy sigh, and her brows pinch together as she awaits his confession.  “... I’ve never worn mascara” 

“Yuji,” She whines with a roll of her eyes, letting out her own sigh, although hers was filled with humored frustration.  “Shut up,” She finishes weakly when he’s grinning at his own jest.  “Here, do you want to try?” 

“Alright” He takes the tube out of her hand and experimentally pulls the applicator out.  

His curiosity is almost adorable as he holds it close to study it, even though there’s not much to see.  It’s just a little blue bruh with a clear liquid coated over it.  This stuff really makes your lashes grow? He looks back to (y/n), studying her just as closely, until her face starts to turn rosy and she’s looking at him expectantly.  He supposes her eyelashes do look long and pretty… but didn’t they always look like that? Could this stuff really be so good it manages to make an angel like her look prettier?

She has to clear her throat to relieve the nervous tension settling over her the longer he stares at her like this.

“Uh- um, Yuji?” 

“Yeah?” His response seems genuine enough, and (y/n’s) eyes flicker between his and the eyelash serum.  “Oh!” And just as genuine as before, he realizes that her prompts are because he’s been standing and staring for too long.  “My bad,” He apologizes sheepishly, before scooting close to her, the brush extended towards the eye that she hadn’t applied the magic pretty serum to yet.

When she realizes what he’s about to do, her eyes widen and she finds herself grabbing his wrist to halt him on instinct.

“Wait, what are you-?” 

“I thought you wanted me to do the other one?” He answers her question before she could even finish asking it, and she blinks wildly at him.  Had she not been clear? “Do you not want me to?” Yuji asks, already lowering his hand.

“No, it’s- I don’t…” Her head is shaking as she tries to find a way to explain that she’d offered him the product for himself, but she’s backtracking rather quickly as she slowly loosens her hold before pulling her hand away altogether.  “You… you can, if you want” 

She tells him quietly.  It feels like a silly thing to ask him to do, especially when she’s just demonstrated how to use the product moments prior, but now that the offer was on the table, she also wasn’t interested in turning it down.

“Okay,” His smile softens as he tilts the brush towards her face again.  “I promise not to poke your eye out” 

With a giggle she has to focus to keep her gaze tilted up at the ceiling so he can follow through on his promise.  It’s more difficult than she’s ever thought before, keeping her eyes wide open and focused on anything but the boy in front of her.  Yuji takes great care in steadily swiping the brush up through her lashes, working slowly from the outside in.  With how long it takes him, her eye should be watering, but somehow it stays dry, and she doesn’t blink over the applicator.

“You do this every day?” Yuji mumbled, re-steadying the small brush in his fingers as he got closer to the inner part of her eye.  

(y/n) hardly manages a soft hum of affirmation.  She can feel his free hand ghosting under her jaw, as though to keep her in position, however her head is perfectly still and his hold is unnecessary.  Still, his palm waits there.  She’s never felt such a buzz of nervous energy from a lack of a touch.

Yuji finishes up with a smile before popping the brush back into the tube.  He looks like he wants to say something, so she finds herself waiting in silence while she blinks until her eyes feel normal again, but that winds them both up in a minute of no words being exchanged.

This time, it’s not uncomfortable.

“Your turn?” (y/n) offers softly, reaching for the serum in his hand.  Yuji nods, lets her take it, and blinks his eyes excessively to make sure he wouldn’t feel the need to while she was doing her thing.  “You should sit again” She prompts with a gentle push to his shoulder.  It was too awkward of a reach, and would be much easier if he lowered as much of his height as possible.

“Right” He mumbles, backing up to sit down on the toilet seat once more.  He does his best to keep his eyes focused upwards, and wide open, to make it as easy as possible for her.  But what he isn’t expecting is to feel her knees pressing against his as she gets closer, and on instinct he spreads his legs a little wider so she could easily slide into the space.  

He has to keep his grip on his own knees, pressing his fingers into the material of his pants to keep from reaching out to her.  The urge to hold onto her waist- the back of her thighs- pull her closer- is so strong that he gulps.

“Are you nervous having someone get this close to your eyes?” (y/n) mumbles, noticing the shift in his energy.  Yuji swallows again before speaking.

“No- no, it’s alright, go ahead” His voice is as gentle as it is sure, so (y/n) nods back at him, and makes sure the brush is coated with a decent amount of serum before she gets to work.

He knows he’s supposed to keep his gaze upwards, but with her standing so close, leaning in so close, it was hard to keep his eyes from shifting away from the boring tiled ceiling to the much more intriguing sight before him.

“Stay still,” (y/n) murmurs under her breath.  She’s so damn close to him he can feel her cool breath against his cheek.  He manages to follow the instruction for a few more seconds, but soon enough the tips of her fingers are pressed under his chin and she’s clicking her tongue in reprimand.

His own fingers flex against his knees, his grip tightening, much like the invisible force around his heart.

Yuji wishes he could close his eyes until it was over, but that would be counterproductive.  That said, (y/n) finishes one eye quicker than he had done for her, and she’s sliding a little to the right in order to do the other one.

“You think Sukuna would like a little special treatment, too?” She teases quietly, her thumb affectionately swiping over the marking under his eye.  Yuji barely gets to revel in the feeling before the mark is opening up and a vermillion eye is glaring up at her.

“Try it brat and you won’t have hands to do your silly little makeovers” 

She giggles at the threat.  Sukuna may have intimidated her in the past, but it’s hard to feel fear while doing some self care.  Yuji still rolls his eyes and smacks his hand against his own face as punishment.  Unfortunately it’s not only a punishment for the curse living inside of him, and he winces a bit from the harsh smack.

“I’ll take that as a no thank you” (y/n) hums as she finishes up with his other eye, smiling faintly at her work before stepping back.  Yuji gives her a sheepish smile, before batting his eyelashes theatrically.  It does the trick in getting her to laugh.

“Well he’s missing out,” He says, the implication behind the surface level of his words making him bashful, and he finds himself averting his gaze.  “I feel prettier already” 

It draws another laugh out of her, sharp and surprised, and she continues to giggle behind smiling, sealed lips as she carefully slides the lash serum back into it’s perfect spot in her organizer.

If she were braver, it would’ve been easy to tell him that he didn’t need any sort of serums or masks to be pretty.  But just the thought makes her face feel warm, and she has a feeling that even if she tried to say such a thing, she’d butcher the words with a stutter.

So instead, she uncaps the small set of tweezers in her organizer, and turns her focus to the bathroom mirror in order to get to work on her eyebrows.  Yuji watches curiously as she begins to pluck tiny, near invisible hairs off of her face, all without a twitch or flinch.

She’s so focused on working with her reflection that he’s able to stare at her as freely as he wants, and it only takes a minute or two for him to get lost in a sea of mushy thoughts that get his heartbeat going.  Before he knows it he’s practically melting.

“You still want me to do yours?” 

“Hm?” His eyes shift around a bit before they land on hers, already watching him, waiting for a proper answer.  

“Your eyebrows,” (y/n) clarifies, raising the tweezers and pinching them for emphasis.  “I’m done.  So, if you still wanted, I can do yours” 

“Oh, right, yeah,” He breaks into a smile that’s so characteristically him it’s hard not to smile back.  “Is it going to hurt?” 

“It really shouldn’t,” She chuckles, considering he’s gone through worse pain than a little tweezing would provide.  Losing a hand comes to mind, but she doesn’t voice it.  “But I can stop if it becomes too uncomfortable” 

Yuji nods in understanding, and straightens up his posture, ready to brave through whatever this eyebrow plucking would bring.  He squares his jaw, clenches his fists, and prepares himself for the worst.  (y/n) presses her lips together tightly to keep her laughter from spilling out, but the stifled giggle is still audible.

“C’mon, this is a bad angle for me to do this,” She beckons him to follow her out of the small bathroom, trying to ignore how cutely he wore the expression of confusion.

Maybe it was the forced proximity getting to her head, but it was starting to feel like the little crush she’d been harboring for her friend was becoming too much to bear.  She was a jujutsu sorcerer damnit, she shouldn’t be reduced to fits of blushing and giggling she was stronger than that, wasn’t she? 

“Alrighty” Yuji follows her into the larger space of her bedroom without a second thought.

Maybe it wasn’t a question of her strength, but his.  (y/n) wondered to herself what it was about the sheer delight that overcame her whenever he was around that seemed unavoidable.  Was it her feelings for him that made her insides feel weak, or was it simply Itadori Yuji himself that was so delightful she couldn’t help the way she felt and behaved?

Or maybe she was trying too hard to find a way to excuse the butterflies only he could release in her tummy.

She’s careful with the tweezers in her hand as she climbs onto her bed, sliding into the very middle of it before patting the space in front of her to invite Yuji to do the same.

Now, Yuji wasn’t some kind of private, conservative guy.  He’d been in beds other than his own.  Megumi’s and Nobara’s had been made available to him countless times.  Whether it was a study session or a movie night, he never felt uncomfortable when being allowed into someone else’s bed.  Hell, he often made himself right at home in their sheets.  He even got a smack on the head from Nobara once for getting too cuddly with one of her plushies! 

So why now did he feel some reluctance in following (y/n’s) silent command?

“You’re allowed in the bed, Yuji,” As if reading her thoughts, she provides some comfort with the offer.  There’s even a little smile on her face, as if she wanted to tease him for hesitating.  “Trust me, it’ll be way more comfortable to do this here than keeping you sat on the toilet” 

It seems to do the trick, because he sets his knee on the mattress as he crawls on, and sits criss-cross directly in front of her.  It’s the first time he’s been in her bed, he realizes, so maybe that would explain his nerves.

(y/n’s) got a skeptical look on her face, her eyes wandering over his face as she maneuvers around, trying to find the right way to bend her legs, until eventually she huffs and turns to grab one of her pillows from the headboard.

“Just lay down, I’ll do ‘em that way,” She decides, placing the pillow just in front of her criss-crossed legs.  She gives it a pat the same way she’d patted the bed, prompting him to rest his head.  “It’d be easier than destroying my posture” She explains.

Yuji nodded his head, and started to turn around so he could lay back, but his movements are agonizingly slow.  He’s still unsure about being in her space, it seems, but she’s not sure how else to make him feel comfortable.  So when he finally lays his head down on her pillow and looks up at her, awaiting further instruction, she smiles comfortingly.

“Alright, just relax your face, I’ll try not to take too long,”

Yuji shuts his eyes and lets out a small breath, trying to do his best to relax as she’d asked him.  But it’s hard when she leans in closer and the sweet smell of her shampoo invaded his nose.  The tip of her finger merely grazes over his left eyebrow, but the sensation is electric.  He has to fight the shiver that nearly shoots down his spine.

“And just tell me if it stings too much” She adds in a murmur, before he feels the first pluck of the tweezers.

“I think I can thug it out, (y/n),” He teases, once he’s actually felt the sensation of the plucking and realizes it’s not that bad at all.  “I’m tough, you know”

(y/n) giggles, quiet and sweet, as she continues on with her work.  She shapes the top of his brow with no complaint or lag.  He figures she must be pretty used to doing this, if she’s able to speed right through the process.

“Oh yeah,” She hums, cautious of her volume when her face is hovering right over his.  She’s appreciative that Yuji’s kept his eyes closed for this process, because she doesn’t think she could bear having him staring up at her when she’s this close.  “The toughest” She finishes in a whisper.

Yuji’s shoulders shake when he chuckles, and she pauses with the tweezer for a moment when his brows move along with his smile.

“Are you patronizing me?” He asks, peeking an eye open, only to be met with her free palm covering his eyes as she leans back in to continue working on his eyebrows.

“I would never,” She assures in the same tone, laughing quietly to herself when Yuji’s mouth drops into an offended gape.  “Now hush, you’re making it hard to focus” 

Her tone was playfully scolding, but it’s an empty threat.

“Am I that distracting?”

“Incredibly,” (y/n) huffs, and it’s meant to be teasing, but there’s just a little too much truth to her tone.  “You talk too much” She throws the excuse out there quickly, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the shift in her tone.

Yuji shrugs his shoulders, and with how close she is to him, she’s able to watch his lips curl into a cute smile.  She can’t help but mirror it, even if he can’t see.

“Can’t help it.  I like talkin’ to you” 

Now she’s certain that she’ll keep her hand over his eyes, because there’s no way she’s going to risk him seeing the way her face heats up with color.  If she put a thermometer in her mouth, it’d malfunction, she’s sure.

Yuji’s heart may have been going haywire, but there’s not an ounce of uncertainty in his words.  He means it, and she knows it.

There’s a pause, the both of them remaining silent while she freezes in her ministrations.  She squeezes the tweezers together a few times as she lets the comment really settle in her mind.

“I like talking to you too,” 

It really shouldn’t be a difficult thing to say.  For one, because it’s the truth.  And for a second thing, because there’s nothing strange about friends getting along with one another.  But for some reason, she holds her breath after she says it, and her heart is pounding in her ears.

“Today’s been a lot of fun, actually” It takes some effort to talk through the lump in her throat, but she feels the need to tell him anyway.

His smile turns into a grin, and (y/n) has to go back to working on his eyebrows in order to distract herself from it.

“It has,” Yuji agrees.  “It’s very relaxing.  I want to do this all the time now” 

“I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” (y/n) muses.  “You did try to eat the mask” She reminds.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep on getting your help then,” Yuji replies, his tone lighting with hope.  (y/n) scoffs to herself.  “What?” He asks innocently.  “I thought you liked pampering me?” 

“I thought I told you you were talking too much” She chides, moving onto the space between his brows.  Without thinking, she brought her other hand upwards so she could use her thumb to gently brush away the stray hairs from his face.

His eyes are on hers in a moment’s notice, his grin returning.

“I thought you liked talking to me” He said. She has half a mind to smack her hand over his face again- because as predicted, she’s rendered speechless when she’s leaning so close and he’s looking right at her.  But the larger problem now is that she’s completely frozen, staring back at him with wide eyes, like he’d just caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to be.

“I do,” She mumbles, barely conscious of her own voice.  She was too distracted, her eyes shifting between his brown ones.  “You have a little hazel in your eyes” Again, she finds herself speaking without caution, or much awareness at all.

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles up at her, amused by her quiet commentary.  He longs to hear more, to tell her to keep talking, but he worries that he’ll ruin the atmosphere, and startle her into covering his face again.

“I always thought you had the prettiest eyes” He said it as quietly as he could.  As he thought she might, she did startle.  Her eyes go wide and her- now perfectly shaped- brows draw together in a slight knot.

A beat passes before she’s able to reply.

And even then, it's only a barely there, “...really?” 

“Yeah, really,” Yuji answers without missing another beat.  “Sometimes I look at ‘em too long and forget where I am” 

A surprised, breathless little laugh escapes her.  If she wasn’t a blushing wreck before, she certainly was now.  She tries to continue tweezing away at his eyebrows… but it seems like his eyes insist on holding contact with hers, and she can’t exactly pluck eyebrows without looking.

And again, she’s reduced to a mumbled, “R-really?” 

“Mhm” Yuji hums, his point proven as he gets lost staring up at her.  He looks like he has something more to say, but soon enough his eyes are glazed over and he’s got a dopey smile on his face.

That smile is quickly reflected back at him as her insides start to melt to a point of no return.

“I didn’t… uh- I- I didn’t know that” She stammered, and normally she’d feel embarrassed for stuttering over her words too much, but with the bigger picture forming, stuttering was at the bottom of her list for reasons why she was growing bashful.

“Mhm,” Yuji hums again, this one a little more dazed than the last.  He blinks a few times to cure his tunnel vision.  “Sometimes I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t tell you that” 

She chuckles, similarly biting down on her bottom lip until she found her voice again.

“Why wouldn’t you want to tell me that?” She asks softly, brows pinching again with curiosity.

“Well, uh, y’know…” Yuji trails off, barely shrugging his shoulders.  “Didn’t want to say something weird and mess up our friendship” 

At this point, her curiosity was getting the best of her, so with a tilt of her head and a bolder disposition, she gave him a knowing smile.

“So why say something now?” 

“Couldn’t help it” He replies right away, and (y/n) has to purse her lips from grinning too much.

Her eyes flicker away from his, only to glance up at his lips.  She’s looking at him upside down, so for a brief moment Yuji thinks she’s staring at his chin, and he wonders if some of that green mask is still stuck there.  But then he catches the way her lips part and it dawns on him- oh.

It happens all at once and agonizingly slow.  She leans further over him, bringing her face down closer to his.  One of her hands firmly clutches the small set of tweezers, while the other relaxes, fingertips gently brushing over his cheekbone, thumb resting against his temple.  Yuji can’t decide whether he wants to watch it happen with wide eyes, or close them and give into the moment.  They end up falling shut on their own accord as soon as her lips brush over his- before she’s even actually kissed him.

She hovers there for a brief moment, her lips ghosting his, the tip of her nose grazing his chin, and her mind running wild.  Should she have asked him if this was okay first? Was she making this huge leap of faith over one compliment? Sure, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her but if she kissed him right now, like this, would she come to regret it-? 

Her thoughts are calmed when Yuji tilts his head back, bringing his lips to meet hers in a kiss that pushes every last doubt out of her mind, until it’s gone blank.  Every thought that doesn’t surround him is completely lost.

Needless to say there’s no second thought when she kisses him back.  Her fingers press softly into the skin of his cheek as though to keep him still- just as she had before when applying the eyelash serum.  Yuji never could have imagined his silly daydreams from that moment would play out in reality just twenty minutes later.

When they part, and Yuji drops his head properly back into her pillow, (y/n) doesn’t go far.  With her eyes still shut and her touch unmoving, she leans down one more time to steal another, quicker kiss, before she finally sits up and glances down at him again.

He’s already looking at her, his lips stretching so wide that his grin nearly split his face.  It was a grin she was familiar with, but it still made her light up with a shared joy.

She giggles at him, before steadying her tweezers in her fingers and going right back to the previous task at hand.

“Couldn’t help it” She mumbles his words back to him, and Yuji laughs as he shuts his eyes, relaxing once more as she evened out his eyebrows.

He reaches his hand back, gently laying it against her bent knee and giving it an affectionate squeeze.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she, but they didn’t have to.  Not until they finished their night of pampering and made plans for a proper date later in the week.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[fannyspammy]

Butterflies

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam has never felt the way he feels when he’s with you.

Warnings: none ! just a lotta fluff on fluff on fluff hehe hence the cheesy title. There aren’t really spoilers i think unless you count the location maybe? Idk it’s pretty general imo

A/N: watched gotg 3 twice over the weekend & im obsesseddd with this man lol. Might make this a series of firsts with Adam if yall would read it 👀 lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

[not my gif]

He was built like a man — perfect in every way with his chiseled body & god-like strength — but he had the innocence of a child. And y/n loved that about him. He was the purest person she knew, embracing every new experience & every new discovery with such wonder. And she loved that she got to share so many firsts with him.

Y/n always smiled to herself when she remembered the first time he told her he had feelings for her. Or tried to, at least.

They were sitting in silence on a roof in Knowhere, people-watching. They’d come there every afternoon since meeting after the defeat of the High Evolutionary. Having lived in Knowhere with the Guardians before the attack (his attack, ironically), y/n knew all the spots for when you needed a moment alone, & when they’d met, she could tell he was someone who needed that space to just be.

So she introduced him to her spot, & they’d been coming ever since. But Nebula had needed their help with a few tasks that afternoon, so their daily retreat was pushed later into the evening. By this time, the community was out in the streets, dancing & playing & having fun. Music & laughter filled the air, & the faint scent of liquor presented itself as everyone began to drink the night away. It was getting late & y/n was getting tired, so she scooted closed & rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/n felt him tense at the initial contact, before quickly relaxing and melting into it, laying his head on hers. After a couple minutes he spoke.

“Y/n, I… feel something.. when I’m with you.”

She looked up at him without moving from her position, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Hm?”

“Something.. warm. Tingly? I-I don’t really- how do I- it’s hard to explain…”

Y/n giggled at his flustered attempt to explain himself.

Adam sighed & tried again. “I.. care about you. A lot. But it’s different from the way I cared about my mother. Or Blurp. Like, I want to be with Blurp all the time & hug him & cuddle him, and I want to do the same with you, but in a different way. But I can’t explainhowit’sdifferentitjustknowthatits-”

“Adam!” y/n said with a laugh, stopping his rambling. She lifted her head from its resting place to look at him, amused. “Slow down!”

“See! When you smile at me like that I feel it!”

Y/n bit her lip to restrain the smile spreading across her face, her brows furrowed in thought.

“Can I try something?” She asked. Adam nodded.

“Do you feel it when I do this?” Y/n gently brushed a lock of hair away from his face. He nodded again, slower.

“What about.. this?” Y/n brought her hand down to his shoulder & dragged it down slowly to rest on his chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken.

“I feel it more now.”

Using her other hand, she grabbed his arm to raise it between them, and then placed her hand on his, gently interlacing their fingers. “This?”

His heartbeat quickened again and he nodded. A curious smile spread over his lips.

“I feel it right in my stomach.. almost like it’s.. like it’s fluttering. Like-”

“Butterflies.” Y/n said, finishing his sentence.

Adam nodded again, excitedly, like she’d just solved a puzzle he’d been stuck on for days. “Like butterflies!”

Y/n leaned in closer, resting their intertwined hands in his lap. “Adam, you like me,” she said with a teasing smile on her lips.

“Well yeah, you know I like you. I like most people. Except the ones I need to fight, which used to be you & our friends but now I like you guys.”

She chuckled and pressed her head against the nook of his neck, back resting on his chest, pulling his arm around her, fingers still locked together.

“No, Adam. I mean you like like me. Like, romantically.” She tapped his torso with her free hand. “That’s why you feel all warm and gooey inside when you’re with me, or when I touch you. You having feelings for me. Romantic feelings.”

“Romantic…,” he whispered to himself, then paused shortly. “Do you like me too? In the romantic way?”

Y/n felt his chest tense as his breathing hitched, anticipating her answer. He may not understand his feelings yet, but he knew he wanted her to feel the same way. She squeezed his hand softly in reassurance.

“Mhmm. I like you a lot.”

He eased beneath her & then was quiet for a moment, as if deep in thought, processing the new feeling he had just discovered.

Then he held her tighter, and she felt him smile as she melted into his embrace.

“I like liking you. It feels nice.”

[lavendertales]

cállate la boca || Miguel O'Hara x f!reader**

summary: he's so damn annoyed by you. he detests you. he finds you boring and uninteresting. except for when you're alone with him at night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: Miguel being a bossy asshole (who rambles in Spanish when he really gets into the heat of things), dirty talk, teasing, ass play, pussy slapping, doggy, just general filth.

A/N: ...I have no comment. idk how I got here. this is just somethin' I had to get out so I'm posting and fleeing lmao 🙈 feedback is more than welcome!

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

As far as everyone else is concerned, Miguel O'Hara finds you annoying as fuck. Some might go as far as to say that he's repulsed by your mere presence.

And you don't argue with them. Why would you? You've got nothing to prove. You know the truth as well: Miguel does hate you.

Except for when he doesn't.

Which is every single night.

You don’t bother looking back on how it all started. Frankly, you don’t remember. All you know is the present and the well-choreographed routine you and Miguel have selfishly developed over the weeks.

When he shuts the door behind him, he exhales. You’re already waiting for him in the bedroom, no words spoken. Though the way in which he fucks you varies from night to night, you always know to wait for him naked unless otherwise instructed.

Miguel’s eyes notice you from the frame, drinking in the image of your nude body in the poorly lit room. He leans against the door’s frame, head cocked to the left, and then to the right. Then he slowly inches closer to the bed, disposing of the skintight suit. Your mouth nearly waters.

“Always so needy,” he groans.

You can practically hear his eyes roll. It’s best if you follow his lead once he decides the kind of mood he’s in and how he wants to use your bodies to reach the throes of pleasure.

Though you can’t help the gasp that leaves your mouth when two of his fingers boldly dip into your cunt, stroking and teasing. “Did you touch yourself before I got home?”

Part of you wants to tease him further, but you know from past experience that is a dangerous game to play with Miguel. So you gulp, shamelessly admitting defeat. “A bit,” you confess.

“So damn needy. Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, hm?”

“Yes.”

You barely breathe. You don’t contradict, you don’t oppose him. Your desires precede any of that; you simply want to give and receive. It’s all this physical relationship is for. Relief. A simple biological need with nothing else brewing in between.

But the way Miguel goes about pleasure is somehow fitting with him: impatient (no matter what he reprimands you for), greedy, dominant and overall a wild ride. He starts playing with your clit as you gasp, spreading your legs further, and then he stops. When you involuntarily whine, he lays a spank over your pussy, though nothing you can’t handle, and leans in to whisper to your earlobe, “Ass up for me, princesita.”

You follow his instruction, albeit the mocking petname, and turn around, your ass shamelessly on display for him to play with however he deems fit. He squeezes and spanks a few times, then he moves back to your clit—and surprisingly, to the other tight ring of skin that’s in its vicinity.

“You’d let me fuck this hole too, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I bet you would. I bet you’d like me to stretch every inch of this body and would take whatever I give you.”

You can barely muster a “mhm” as Miguel’s fingers graze further, testing, anticipating and building. Building for what, you don’t know.

All you know is that you are ridiculously wet by this point, and you have to resist the urge to reach around and play with your clit—else you won’t be able to come at all tonight. Usually when you disobey, Miguel doesn’t allow for any relief from your side.

And you desperately need some relief right about now.

Sometimes he likes it when you beg. Sometimes he himself asks you to beg for him and his cock. You just don’t have the luxury of knowing when or if it will happen.

“Needy little thing,” you hear him coo.

Sometimes he likes to tease you about the height difference too. No matter what you’d look like, you’d still be smaller than him. And Miguel fucking loves that. He loves towering over you, having power and direction over you.

You succumb to him each and every time, without fail.

You can’t conceal the broken moan that you exhale when you feel his cock thrust abruptly into you. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to him and the sensation of having him fill you up to the brim like that, and then he starts to move.

And you see stars.

“Such a needy little cunt,” Miguel mutters, groaning. “So needy and tight and wet… you thought of me when you touched yourself? Hm?”

“Mhm—“

“Hable, hoy.”

Talk, today.

“Yes—yes, I—I did—“

Words are hard to come by when Miguel’s mercilessly pounding into you from behind, holding you by your waist and with his free hand teasing your ass, barely breaching the skin there.

“You like being a little fucktoy, don’t you? Hmpf—carajo—“

He’s grunting relentlessly, proof that he doesn’t have as much control over his own reactions as much as he’d like to. Whenever he grunts that throated fuck in Spanish, you know he’s getting close. And if past is any indication, you know that soon enough his rambles and his talk will melt almost exclusively into Spanish.

“Princesita needs—needs her little pussy stretched out, doesn’t she? Princesita n-needs to be filled—with my cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes—“

“Yes, that’s fucking right… ella me necesita… a mí, y a mi polla…”

She needs me… me, and my cock.

Miguel’s string of thoughts begins to lose itself into your body, your scent and your sounds, and you both know it. If you were to dwell into the moment too much, you might overthink how Miguel emphasized the “me” in his barely coherent string of filthy words, but you don’t. You can’t.

“La princesita está necesitada y estúpida de mi polla, ¿verdad?”

The little princess is needy and stupid for my cock, isn't she?

You swear you hear him smile behind the words. You can only mumble yes on a broken loop, feeling your climax close. You’re thankful that you’ve learned some Spanish when this whole Miguel ordeal began because approval is something he seeks deeply, almost like he feeds off of it, and the lack of a response wouldn’t sit well with him.

“Miguel—Miguel, I’m—“

“Close?”

“Mhm. P-Please—“

He grabs a handful of your hair, thus ceasing the tease to your ass, and bends your body almost in half just to whisper harshly to you, “Cállate la boca y ven”.

Shut your mouth and come.

His command sparks something inside you, and you come mere seconds later, biting your lips to the point of tasting blood so you don’t scream his name. Some night he wants to hear his name scratch your throat as you beg for him, but it seems tonight is not one of those times.

“Wanna paint this ass all over,” he groans.

And that is just what he does. He strokes himself to completion, his hot seed spilling in thick spurts all over your ass as he licks his lips. He’s already thinking of tomorrow night and how he’ll want to push new limits and explore more of your body.

[sluttywonwoo]

dont mind me ..just thinking about bang chan having a breeding kink

your first vacation together as a couple and chris had forgotten condoms. he wishes he could go back in time and smack himself across the face.

“i can just go ask the front desk, they probably sell them at the little convenience shop,” he’d reasoned.

“no, it’s not worth it. we don’t really need them,” you pointed out. “i’m on the pill for a reason.”

“are you- are you sure?”

“unless you don’t want to fuck me raw?”

“don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” chris chants frantically, fingertips digging into your sides to keep you in place.

“can’t i move just a little bit?” you whine, desperate for some friction. it’s taking everything in you not to fuck yourself back on his cock. you just need a little bit of movement, just a little bit to take the edge off—

“no!”

he answers so fast you can’t help but giggle and he whines as he dramatically drapes himself over your frame. you were on all fours but the weight of him causes you to fall flat, pancaking on the mattress beneath him.

“shit, sorry baby.”

“s’okay. didn’t hurt.”

“here, let me…”

he snakes an arm underneath your tummy and hauls you up onto his lap, consequently pushing his cock even deeper inside of you. you both groan as you adjust to the new angle, melting into one another as you try not to think about how good it feels.

“we’re throwing away all of our condoms when we get home,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence.

chris laughs and kisses your shoulder affectionately. “if that’s what you want.”

“it is what i want,” you moan. “it’s so fucking good, chan. can feel every-everything. every vein, every pulse. i can’t wait to feel you filling me up.”

“baby, stop talking,” your boyfriend begs.

“i’m serious!” you whine.

“i know, but-”

it’s like you can’t shut up even if you wanted to. “i want you to cum inside of me so bad… wanna watch it drip out of me and then have it pushed back inside of me with your fingers-”

he claps a hand over your mouth before you can say anything else, making you mumble a muffled “chris?” into his palm.

“you’re gonna make me cum,” he manages to choke out. “you feel so good and the way you’re talking- it, you can’t…” he trails off and uncovers your mouth with a defeated sigh.

it seems you’ve hit a nerve. a very interesting nerve.

“you don’t like the way i’m talking?” you ask with a pout, playing dumb.

“i like it too much,” he admits.

“oh yeah? you have a thing for cumming inside of people?”

“i have a thing for cumming inside of you.”

“you like the idea of me being full of you? making me yours?”

chan’s hips stutter forward and he curses. “you’re doing this on purpose.”

“maybe,” you say with a little bounce on his lap. he’s so close to losing control, you can feel it. “but what are you going to do about it?”

[24karatcherrygold]

Isolde Astrium III

Born as the daughter of King Mercurus Astrium and Queen Isolde Astrium II, Isolde's existence began with tragedy and transformation. Born as a Mekkan child, Isolde died shortly after birth due to complications. However, her soul found a new vessel in an unexpected way. A robotic servant powered by Traptanium crystals absorbed her essence, and the previously unintelligent machine gained sentience, becoming her new body. Initially distraught, the grieving royals recognized the strange child-like demeanor of the robot and the glowing Traptanium, realizing their daughter's soul now resided within it.

Isolde grew quickly, both mentally and emotionally. Her robotic form never changed physically unless parts were replaced, but her mind retained and processed knowledge with incredible precision. By the time her spirit was ten years old, she had the intellect of an adult while maintaining a childlike curiosity. Despite her parents’ concern, Isolde often explored the intricate mechanical depths of Metaurus, fascinated by the systems that powered the city. Queen Isolde II strictly forbade her from venturing near the island's core, fearing the dangers of the Heart Cog, the city's central power source.

When Isolde was sixteen, her resilience and courage were tested. During a celebration for her younger brother’s birthday, Kaos sent undead marauders to attack Metaurus, intending to kidnap King Mercurus and seize the Heart Cog. While Queen Isolde defended her other children, Princess Isolde led her father into the island's depths to escape the attackers. However, they were cornered near the Heart Cog.

In the ensuing battle, Isolde used her speed and agility to evade the marauders while protecting her father. When a stray blast knocked the Heart Cog out of place, the entire island went silent and began to plummet. Reacting swiftly, Isolde hid her father in a secure area and launched herself at the attackers with mechanical precision. Utilizing her strength, she dispatched the marauders, defeating them with calculated strikes or by hurling them into the island's machinery. With the invaders subdued, she restored the Heart Cog to its socket, stabilizing Metaurus and saving her people.

Isolde continued her role as a protector of Metaurus, never becoming a Skylander but forging connections with them. As a royal, Isolde provides aid to the Skylanders if they visit the island, offering her vast knowledge, mechanical expertise, and the advanced technology of the Mekkans.

-Written by Gold

(In case you’re wondering, this is the redesign of Gearshift)

I had a lot of fun designing Isolde, utilizing a sleek and elegant yet still robotic design. Partially inspired by the creepy robo-angels from Arcane (she probably moves like them too).

I’ll be honest in saying that I created her design before fully reading Gold’s story for her. So she technically never used the Heart Cog as a weapon, and never actually will.

I mean, it’s literally keeping her home from falling into oblivion, so she can’t exactly take it for a spin while running around Skylands willy-nilly.

So I jumped the gun a bit, oh well, she still looks cool.

So here’s our robotic princess, my gift to you. Maybe I’ll do more doodling for her family, I don’t know.

What do you guys think?

Anyways, with the best of wishes, Happy Holidays!

-Cherri

[devouredbyflame]

Loki’s Faces

I get that this is mostly considered “UPG” however, I didn’t really create all of this inside of my own head so it’s not personal. It is observed behavior from Loki during my years of time working closely with Him and in relation to others.

I don’t think any resource ever has done Him any justice and I think it’s the best practice to just not assume anything people write about Him here or otherwise is factual or evidence of His character.

Loki is controversial - but only because you cannot place Him under one single signifier. He is accessible but not because He is interested in being everyone’s friend - in fact, I’ve never really known Him to tolerate just anyone and He actively doesn’t.

The standards He has for those - humans as well as Gods - who He allows to see His true face are high.

Those who are just around for show tend to not see the entirety of who He is and instead see what He isn’t. He wears different masks for different reasons and not because He is them - they are apart of Him, but they do not define Him.

Most people will likely never see the fullest extent of Loki if only because they can’t or don’t want to. So much mixed information goes around in His community because people don’t often see who He is beneath all of the grandiosity and playfulness.

Otherwise, He is extremely private and keeps to Himself most of the time. You’ll find He doesn’t share information about Him to just anyone. He also doesn’t go out of His way to show just Himself to people, either.

It’s intentional that not everyone gets to see His truest form or nature. It would be like showing everyone your hand in poker. When all of the cards are thrown, you have the power to be defeated. Loki uses His secrecy to His advantage and tends to only show people what they want to see because it’s easier than giving them the benefit to having any sort of power over His moves in the game.

The point of this is to say most people don’t really know Loki. When I say “most” I’m not talking about only a select group of people do know Him, I mean mostly, people don’t know that He isn’t obvious about His most truthful intentions, personality, and otherwise unless He chooses to be.

I’ve been led down false paths by Him that lead to dead ends for years. I’ve been told false things that I really only told myself were true that He let me believe because it suited what He wanted from me.

I stayed in groups I thought were good for me because I thought that’s what He wanted for me. I stayed with people because I thought He wanted me to stay with them because He wanted me to power through difficult things.

In reality, Loki is an extremely discerning and opinionated Deity and would sooner have told me what He really wanted for me had it not also developed who I am as an individual and given me the power of discerning Him from my own false narrative and belief about Him. He has let me fail and believe false things about Him and others so I can get to the truth of the nature of my relationship with Him and also the truth of the people around me.

Loki is a trickster. Not because He lies or tells people false things, or because He’s full of jokes and games or leads them into chaos but He let’s them believe things that are false to show otherwise. He shows people some of who He is if it suits the way He intends on it going. He doesn’t show anyone the cards in His hand unless He knows it’ll be kept secret and hidden or if it suits His intention.

The best thing you can possibly do with Loki is to allow Him to show you Himself. Allow yourself to be part of the game and allow yourself to be shown the truth. You’re going to fail in front of Him and it will probably be miserable, but that’s part of the strategy. You’re also going to be proven wrong many times.

He will let you go in circles until He can convince you what He wants you to do. He will let you believe things about Him or others even when it hurts your feelings. He won’t try to convince you unless you’re willing to listen and give it the benefit of the doubt.

If things haven’t changed for you, if you keep having the same issue again and again, it’s probably because there’s more to it than whatever you think He is trying to say.

People who don’t like Loki or get uncomfortable by Him only tend to do so because they don’t like what they see in themselves because of Him. They don’t actually know who He is. And they likely won’t.

Trust is a reward for the failure. Trust in Him and trust in yourself because it is not handed to you willingly. If you can’t listen to your inner guidance, you’ll never really know the truth anyway and you’ll never fully listen, either. The reward is always greater than the cost in the end. Loki is generous to those who wander and those who are willing to get lost along the way.

[lillikitty]

Alastor vs Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Alastor and Lucifer are fighting over who gets to have you.

Note: Kinda ooc.

Both

While fighting over you, they are at each other’s throats.

Lucifer was the one originally to show interest in you, then Alastor who at first just wanted to court you to annoy Lucifer but now actually likes you and can’t imagine losing to Lucifer.

If Lucifer is at the hotel, it is a shit show while both try to win you over.

Both men are trying to make the other look bad while making themselves look better.

Alastor is better at hiding that Lucifer is annoying him but it’s still obvious that he’s tense.

Both are showering you with compliments, with gifts, anything that they think will make you like them more than the other.

Soon enough you know you have to choose one of them. So you bring them both into your room to have a chat.

If You Choose Alastor

His smiles widens at seeing Lucifer look absolutely defeated and heartbroken.

He knew you’d choose him, it’s the only right choice.

He couldn’t help but to get up and pull you into a hug and kiss you right there in front of Lucifer just to rub it in.

Lucifer respects your decision and takes his leave, going back to his ducks and depression.

Alastor did end up falling for you so he continues to treat you like a princess.

He does set boundaries with you though like no PDA unless he initiates it and such.

He doesn’t mind though if you initiate behind closed doors.

Alastor may not outright brag that you chose him over Lucifer but he definitely has more pride in his stride. (Hey that rhymes!)

If you chose Lucifer

He stands up and laughs at Alastor, who’s smile had slightly twitched when you chose Lucifer.

I mean, he has stolen 2 of Adam’s wives, he’s the only right choice.

Alastor makes a comment that he wasn’t interested in you anyways and leaves, not about to let this little loss get to him.

Lucifer immediately starts peppering your face in kisses the second Alastor is gone.

He also goes around the hotel bragging about how he was the one you chose and that he was clearly the best, better than Alastor in every way.

He spoils you to no end and takes the best care of you. He invites you to live with him and if you want to stay in the hotel then he’ll move into the hotel.

He spends every waking and sleeping minute with you. He’s practically attached at your hip. It’s endearing how much he loves you.

Charlie is happy that her dad is happy and she likes you too so it’s great. In the end, you and Lucifer are always seen hand in hand.

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 8. A Talk with Joel

Happy Friday! And Double Posting of this fic Day! :)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, angst, smut, masterbation - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!OC Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary: Joel and you finally have a proper conversation. 1.4K

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Chapter 8. A Talk with Joel

It’s a couple of days after Ellie came by and you’re doing your new nightly routine. Drinking your sleepy time tea that the coffee and tea house in downtown traded you for some help with bagging their tea leaf concoctions while working in the library. Putting on your night face cream that you got for finding a steamy romance novel for the lady who makes lotions and ointments in Jackson. And lighting the pine candle you got as a gift from Maria and Tommy when you moved into your own place. There’s a loud knock at the door that startles you. You quickly pull open the door to see an exasperated Joel Miller.

Joel walks past you into your small kitchenette area. “Come in, I guess…,” you question. “What’s this I hear about you takin’ on patrol duty?” Joel says as if it must be a joke. Instead of answering you move into your bedroom space leaving Joel in silence to continue your night cream application. “You know, I was actually in the middle of something when you so rudely barged your way into my home.” You say into the small mirror above the nightstand by your bed. Yeah, my home, asshole, the one I was forced into by you.

Joel, with a heavy sigh, walks to the door frame opening to your bedroom and leans against the it with his eyes on you. You continue to look at yourself just sparing him a cursory glance every now and then. “Tommy said you asked to be added to the patrol schedule.” He says quietly, likely dreading your response. “Yeah, I did,” you huff at him. “I want to contribute like everyone else in this town.” Joel scoffs, actually scoffs at you. God, fuck this guy.  “S’too dangerous. It’s not happening. I told Tommy I’d come here and set it straight with you.” You stomp your foot, and you know you look like a brat, but you don’t care because you’re just so over his bullshit. You walk over to him and with your voice raised say, “And why shouldn’t I? People older than me do it, people less capable than me. And what do you care if it’s dangerous? You don’t even speak to me, unless it’s to tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Joel shocks you by walking past you and sitting near the end of your bed. After a few moments of silence, you go and sit next to him. “Joel, what do you want from me?” you ask so quietly. He doesn’t answer so you continue. “Really, what is it? You took me in, you took care of me. You held me through my nightmares, and you… you kissed me. But then you sent me away. And you wouldn’t even look at me. Now, I’m trying to contribute, trying to make a place for myself so I’m not incredibly lonely all the time and you’re here just to take that away from me too? Why?” You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you try to stop them as best you can.

Joel finally speaks, without looking at you, “I’m sorry.” You close your eyes when you hear it, I’m sorry is probably the last thing you thought you’d hear Joel Miller say maybe ever. You speak quietly, looking at his big sad beautiful brown eyes, “Okay, but still, why?” He looks so lost, this big broad man, so defeated when he says, “I don’t deserve to be here, in Jackson, alive at all, maybe. I’ve done horrible things, and I try and stay away, or push you away, but I’m weak and I come back because… look I just, I know that I should stay away, because when I am around, I’m just a thorn in your side.” It’s your turn to sigh now, “Joel, honestly, I’d rather have you as a thorn in my side than not to have you there at all.” He looks at you, seeing the tear run down your cheek, he uses his thumb to wipe the tear away and it’s like it set your skin on fire. He takes his hand back and looks away too quickly. “You shouldn’t want me around, Darlin’. I don’t think anyone should. I’m just a burden. I know it, I’m a burden to Ellie, to Tommy, even to you.” You slowly reach your hand to Joel’s broad shoulder, shaking slightly, you touch him. And just like always, it electrocutes you in the best way possible.

“Joel, I’ve done terrible things, most of us have. I’m guessing you did them to survive, to protect people? And you’re not a burden, Ellie and Tommy, you’re their superhero.” He chuckles at that, and you take your hand off him and shoulder check him instead. “Shut up, I know it’s corny but it’s true. Ellie and Tommy love you so much, Joel. You need to let them.” You look at him now until he returns your gaze. “You might be a little annoying, but a burden, never. And you literally saved my life, so you’re kind of my hero, too. Just don’t get a big head about it.” Joel stands up suddenly and you’re reminded how big and broad he is. It feels like he fills your entire room. He finally speaks, “Alright, if you’re going on patrol, you sure as hell ain’t going without me.” You look him in the eye and nod sharply. Joel’s lips turn up just slightly at the corners and then he sees it.

The black wolf that he carved and painted and hid in your box of things when you left his house. It sits where it always does, on your nightstand. He picks it up, its small in his big hand, and he says looking at the wolf, “You know, I painted it black that night when you told me wolves were your favorite.” “I know,” you respond almost too quickly. He looks at you and you lock eyes. It feels like time stands still, until he severs the moment, putting the wolf back where he found it and walking out of your home. As the door shuts, you release a breath you don’t know how long you’ve been holding. And suddenly everything comes to a head. Joel was just in your room, and now it smells like him, vanilla, musk and pine, like your candle.

Something takes over your body as you grab the wolf and hold it close to you. It’s still warm from Joel’s touch. And you lay your head down where he was seated on the bed, feeling the warmth there too. You bring your legs up to rest toward your pillow and before you can think about what you’re doing, you’ve got one hand grabbing at your breast beneath your t-shirt. And you bring the howling wolf statue between your legs and start to rub in into your clothed core. You still have sleep shorts and underwear on but they’re both thin and the shape of the wolf hits your clit so perfectly. You know it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. Something he made with his own hands and gave to you is as close as you can feel to him right now and you think you’d do almost anything to feel close to him. The pressure from the wooden carving between your legs is enough for you to start to feel your arousal soaking through the layers between your sex and the wolf. So, so quickly, you start to moan out loud and call out Joel’s name into the night until you come completely apart.

Breathe heaving, and body trembling you finally start to come down from your high. Replacing the wolf where it belongs, on your beside table. And suddenly a sob rakes through you. Guilt, shame, hope, you’re not sure what it is you’re feeling but you know this isn’t the end of the journey with Joel, it might still be the beginning. What you don’t know, is that Joel doesn’t leave right away when he closes your door. He stands there, trying to catch his breath until he hears you whimper. And then moan. And then call out his name in ecstasy. And he can’t help but put his ear to the door and listen to every perfect, beautiful sound you made. He leaves with a rock-hard dick in his pants for his walk home, before he can hear you start to cry.

Taglist: @somedayheaven @elegantduckturtle @indiegirlunited @guelyury @cheekychaos28 @ghostofzion @harriedandharassed

[yanderemommabean]

More of clingy asylum patient boi please, mommaaaaa

Lee groans as he opens the door, dodging yet another projectile aimed at him as the door shuts. "Elias. I'm faster than you think I am. Something like that won't gain you any favors anytime soon."

The black haired man just grins, twirling a pen as he shrugs his shoulders "Worth a shot. I see why Jasper likes to annoy you. It's a sadistic kind of fun, you know?"

That mother fucker came in here too? That or he escaped just to raise alarm again and get that sick glee he finds in wasting time. He decided not to dignify that with a response, instead, sitting on the second chair in the otherwise desolate room. "We're going to be running some tests. I understand a few ways to make you comply according to my coworker are rather odd...care to enlighten me a bit?".

Elias sits back, one leg crossed over the other with that damned playful and nearly psychotic smile. "You already know".

"I don't"

"You do"

"Fine, play coy, see if it gets you out of here any faster. Maybe I'll just tell your dear sweet darling that you're never-"

Before he could finish, Elias was right in his face, having deftly moved from his seat to stand over the doctor with a molten, sadistic look in his dilated pupils. "Ever mention them again and I'll stop this charade. I'll easily gut you and the staff and let every horrible creature out of here".

His voice held no room for any sarcasm or humor, and Lee wasn't about to egg on a clear threat for the sake of a petty win. God did he want to though. "Then I suggest you sit back down and tell me what it is you want. I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you Elias, I'm the one they chose to handle you for a reason"

The room goes silent for a moment before Elias gives in. It's fine, he doesn't need to waste precious energy on proving a point just yet. He sits down with his arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head up a bit as he spoke. "What kinds of tests?"

"Simple ones for now. Intelligence, reflexes, response times, psychoanalyzing and some basic exercises to start"

"...What's the catch"

Lee leaned back in his chair as well, eyeing the man up and down warily. He still seemed so off, like one wrong inflection could end up with Lee having to pull a pen out of his thigh. "Blood tests and pain tolerance will be a part of this. Nothing sadistic unless you get on my bad side"

Elias just grinned like a Cheshire cat at that, looking down to the pen he was twirling in his hand. "I wont go without a few favors"

"Then give them to me. I'll do what I can"

Elias tilted his head up in thought, before sighing in defeat. He had to start small, he supposed. "I want a visit from my darling. I know this one will be supervised, but two whole days without my baby...it's torture doc. A torture I know you know all too well~". The lilt in his voice made Lees hair stand on end.

No. No, he needed to show complete composure. He can’t let some stupid arrogant man get under his skin, he’s a professional for fucks sake! 

But those wicked eyes bore into him like no one else could. Like they could see every twisted crime he's done in the name of his butterfly, his one and only. It made his gut twist in unpleasant knots feeling so easily read like that.

"It's cute you think you know me" Lee snips, trying to regain a bit of control in this situation. "Give us the name and what you know, I'm sure we can disguise this place to seem like a normal asylum for at risk patients like yourself".

Elias just smirks, as if he already knew he was underneath the doctors skin. "Well, doctors order as they say...I'll tell you every little bit I know about them. Hope you have the time, Doc"

((Hey! I hope you liked this, I know it's a bit "Meh" and kinda mid but I like the idea nonetheless! -Mommabean ))

[allaboutlov3]

marylily the confession part 1: equals (442 words)

marylily the confession part 2: technicalities (596 words)

“Not worthy of my love?”, is the only thing she manages to get out despite her painfully clenched jaw. “That’s the dumbest and possibly shittiest thing you have EVER SAID. And that says a lot about you Mary MacDonald.” Her voice grows louder with every word. She can’t stop herself from screaming. “How dare you? How dare you even imply for a split second that YOU are inferior TO ME? How dare you say these things as if they’re facts and not merely your own insecurities which have nothing to do with reality? I might not even deem this piece of bullshit worthy of an answer cause the woman I LOVE would never even DREAM of saying shit like that. Of saying this SHIT about HERSELF. Fucking hell.” She pauses for a second seemingly still in disbelief. The she shakes her head. A cold laugh slips from somewhere deep in her throat. “Inferior to me. What were you even…? Are you out of your damn mind?”

Mary only blinks at her stunned. She can’t say anything. In her mind there absolutely was a scenario where Lily would scream at her. But only because she thought it was an offense that Mary dared to have romantic feelings towards her. And have the nerves to confess. She didn’t think Lily would scream at her because of…technicalities?

“What? You got nothing to say for yourself? No counterargument? I thought you loved me because… how did you put it? I disagreed with you and wouldn’t stop? Well, this is me still disagreeing. But also, if you haven’t noticed, this time it is me WANTING TO CHANGE YOUR STUPID MIND.”

Lily has raised her arms while speaking (or shouting rather). Now she is standing in front of Mary breathing heavily. Her arms are uselessly floating in the air between them. She looks a little defeated. For a while, neither of them move. Neither of them speak. The silence stretches. Finally after what feels like an eternity, Lily brings her hands up to her face and rubs at her eyes vigorously. Why?, Mary asks herself. Is she crying? But that doesn't make any sense. What is there to cry about? Unless…Mary got it all wrong. Is their friendship over now? Did she destroy everything? But why would Lily scream at her the way she did? And say all these things? This can't be the end, can it?

“Lily, I…”, she starts but doesn’t really know what to say. Her thoughts are racing.

“It’s alright.”, Lily says calmly. She lowers her hands a little so Mary can catch a glimpse of her face. There are traces of tears on her cheeks. But Marys gaze is immediately fixed on Lilys eyes. Crying makes them shine even brighter than they already do. Slowly, with a strange delay, Lily begins to smile at her. “I guess I’ll have to show you then.”

Bright green eyes meeting light browns.

If you asked Mary later, she couldn’t tell you how this situation is what leaded to them kissing. How this was the talk that settled all the questions. Well, not all of them, but it seemed like a basis. A starting point if you will.

If you asked Lily, she’d say that after this confession, ending up with Mary was inevitable. It was the talk that settled all the questions. Well, not all of them, Lily would agree. But it answered everything she needed to know for the time being.

And if this is not the beginning of a great love story then Lily doesn’t want it anyway.

[madam-whim]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, dearest @illumiera!

This is a little scene from the second chapter of my Martinhok fic, which I'm currently revising a tiny little bit. I guess Arri picked the mean dialogue option when she found the dead count of Kvatch...

“You’re not going with her,” Matius stated as soon as they were out of earshot and hidden between some of the tents. “I don’t care what she’s told you, and I don’t care whether she can close these infernal gates or not.” Martin looked at him with a furrowed brow. The Captain was usually far more composed. “What happened?” he asked quietly. “She’s… terrible,” Matius muttered, somewhere between helpless anger and grief. “She was the one who found the Count, and… to be honest, she might just have killed him herself for all I know, and I cannot allow her to do the same to you.” “I don’t believe she’d do that… It would not make sense for her to murder anyone, really,” Martin reasoned. It wasn’t that he’d put murder beyond her, but after what he’d said to her, it would have been foolish of her to take anyone’s life. Matius, however, didn’t seem to care. “I’ve no idea what goes on inside that one’s head. I’m telling you, I’ve never seen anyone behave like that. She didn’t care that the Count was dead, not the slightest bit. There was no empathy there, nothing. Even before, when we closed the gate, she seemed so willing to let all of us die if need be, and her eyes… Brother Martin, her eyes are dead. Or cold, or whatever you want to call it. There is no emotion, not even when she’s angry.” “Which she seems to be at all times,” Martin added. “I know what this looks like, Captain, and believe me, I do not wish to accompany her, but she has… compelling arguments.” “Trust me and do not let her convince you. She’s dangerous and if I still had a prison to put her in, I’d do so immediately!” “Of that I have no doubt,” Martin sighed. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to go with her no matter what. I… can’t tell you what she told me, because if it’s true, it might endanger everyone who knows, but I have good reason to go with her, as much as I’d rather avoid it.” It was a lie, of course – Martin could have told the Captain, just like he could have told everyone else, but he feared their reaction. Maybe that made him a coward, hiding behind the flawed excuse of wanting to keep everyone safe, but then again, wasn’t that what he’d always been? “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?” Matius asked, defeated. “I can’t stop you, if you really want to go, and the Gods know no one here can stop her.” It was only now that Martin realized how exhausted the soldier really was. There were no major injuries, at least none he could detect without the use of magic, but the city guard had been fighting without rest ever since the gate had opened. The Captain wasn’t a talker, never had been. He wouldn’t have come to Martin with words alone if he’d seen another way of convincing him to stay. “As much as I’d like to remain, I think it is best if I leave for a while, anyway,” Martin sighed. “I appreciate your concern, Captain Matius, but I don’t believe this woman is dangerous in … my particular case. Oleta knows the full story, as do Berich and Tierra, but I ask that you do not question them. The situation is bad enough as it is.” After all, it wouldn’t do to have rumours of him surviving spread like wildfire, if he was truly who the stranger thought he was. And if not… well, then he could always return unless his saviour changed her mind and strangled him for the grave crime of being the wrong man. “Fine, then,” Matius relented. “I still think this won’t end well for you, but it’s your choice, and if you manage to escape her, you know where to find us. We won’t be moving any time soon, I suppose. My men need a few days to rest, and with the city destroyed, I doubt there’s anything that the Daedra would come back for."

Also, no-pressure-tag for @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and @pinessydr!

[sunshine-theseus]

Midas' Touch

Cortnee Vine x Reader Summary: It's hard not to fall in love with a girl like that warnings: - not completely proof read. - i haven't written for fun in so long and i suck at knowing if i'm using the correct tense so i'm sorry about that😭

It's hot. Too hot to be doing much more than rondos and some light running for warm up before heading back to change into our kits and hear a few last words from Garrath.

And that's exactly what we do. Well, until I spot flaming red hair out of the corner of my eye as I'm heading back to the tunnel. The feature is familiar on its own, but odd when combined with the sky-blue jersey that adorns her.

A smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts is thrown my way and I stumble over the back of Holly's foot. I quickly apologise before scurrying back to the locker room.

I had only met Cortnee at the World Cup, when I got my first call up for The Matildas. We weren't close in comparison to people like Kyra and Charlie, but we roomed together and got to know each other reasonably well.

This was the first time I'd seen her since our defeating departure and I'm more nervous than I was during my debut. I had admittedly developed somewhat of a crush on her during the World Cup, but I'd managed to forget about it within the whirlwind of transferring back to the Brisbane Roar from Liverpool.

Until now.

~~~~~

I'm lining up when I spot Tameka approaching me with Harley, who is dressed in a number 13 Roar jersey that is 3 times too big for her. Before they get too far, Harley is running full speed into my open arms, giggling as I sprinkle her face with kisses.

Meeks was originally in the starting XI, but Garrath made the decision she would make a good boost after half time when players began to tire. That meant Harley was now my mascot, and I have no complaints because she'd the cutest little thing, unless she starts blabbering secrets. Which she tends to do, a lot, when she's excited.

"Are you sure you're okay with her? She can be a lot."

I smile softly at both of them.

"Of course it’s fine. She’s a sweetheart”, and with that, Tameka says goodbye and walks out to the sub bench with the others.

As I’m putting Harley back down so I can hold her hand on the walk out, I see the same flash of red hair pass by. I’m following her with my eyes when Harley tugs on my hand and whispers “Have you ‘n’ Cortnee kisseded yet?”

I can feel myself burning up, but simply shake my head no before grabbing her hand and following the rest of the team out onto the pitch as she giggles softly beside me.

~~~~~

It gets worse as we begin to shake hands with the Sydney. I’m last, and Harley’s starting to spew random words and facts she knows as we walk down the line. Cortnee is a mere metre away when Harley begins waving to her and jumping up and down, begging for her attention.

I shake Cortnee’s hand and I nearly choke at how beautiful she is up close. Her eyes are brighter than I remember, and her hair is golden under the burning sun, her freckles are like constellations and I nearly reach up to trace them.

But our greeting is cut short when Harley jumps into her arms and asks “is it hard being away from your girlfriend?”

Not a second later, Tameka has Harley in her arms again and Cortnee and I are blushing, but I’m moving onto the next person before we can say another word, trying not to look back at her as she jogs back and forth lightly before taking her position.

I don’t know how I forgot it. The rush of the pre-game had me occupied, but as I plant my feet on the ground, the fact I’m always her marker, even in scrimmages at camp, hits my like a truck and I know this may possibly be the hardest game I’ll ever play if I can’t get her out of my head.

~~~~~

I had been doing pretty well so far if I do say so myself. I’d managed to stay focused on the game and had converted a free kick from Sharn into a goal in the 27th minute that put us in the lead: 1-0.

But now my focus is beginning to waver, at possibly the worst possible moment. It’s the 88th minute and Sydney was just awarded a corner. We’re all gathered at the goal, marking whoever we could, to stop the ball that was about to come flying in, from crossing the line. But as I’m pushing back into the player behind me, I feel her hands on my hips and warm air hits the back of my neck.

I’m turning to tell her off, but my breath gets caught in my throat again. Why won’t she leave me alone. Let me focus on this game before smiling so sweetly at me and sending sparks through my body.

Cortnee cheekily nudges me forward as the ball curves through the air but I can’t stop myself from falling to the ground, my focus has been completely removed from the ball. And yet… I still manage to stop it as it rolls, or more so is kicked into my face rather harshly in an attempt for Sydney to score an equaliser.

A groan resounds across the pitch but I’m standing before the ref can try to call the medics over. I’m not letting a little ball to the face stop the game this close to the end, I’m exhausted and can’t take more than whatever added time we’ll already receive. Well, that’s what I’d like to think.

“Nice try Y/L/N but you know the rules! You’re getting checked for a concussion, don’t try to fight it.”

Such a nice lady, yet suddenly the bane of my existence.

The concussion assessment takes no more than 30 seconds, and by the time I’m running back on, we’ve started the (gratefully) 2 minutes of added time. The medics also add the fact I haven’t broken my nose but I will develop a nice bruise that may scare Harley and my niece and nephew for a few weeks.

~~~~~

I’m standing back in front of Cortnee when the final whistle blows, Brisbane won, we’ve won, 1-0. Before I can take off to hug and celebrate with my team, the bright hair and cheeky dimples are the only things in sight. And before I can try and comfort her for her loss, lips softer than I could have ever imagined, are pressing hard against my own.

I’m not sure I’d ever reacted faster than I had in that moment, grabbing her face while her hands wrap around my waist. But I pull back with a wince and lightly grab my nose.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since our first match at the world cup when you scored your first goal” she whispers softly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you” In that moment I think about how I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as her.

“Well, I guess Harley knew something we didn’t”.

“She knows to get what she wants. I think she secretly set us up”.

“The three-year-old?” I giggle and peck her on the lips.

“She has her ways”.

“Does this make us… girlfriends?” I quickly ask.

“I’d fucking hope so”.

I grab Cortnee’s hand and drag her over to Sharn, Tameka and Harley, the youngest of which has a cheeky smile as she screams “CORTNEE AND Y/N KISSEDED” and claps her hands.

~~~~~~~~~~

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT IS THE CUTEST FUCKING STORY EVER” Alex screams as we sit on the pitch, warming down from today’s training.

We’re back at camp for the Asian Olympic Qualifiers, and it’s the day before our match against the Philippines. Cortnee had wanted to have the physio check out her leg, the tension in her hamstring seeming to be causing her more grief than anyone wants, so I was sitting with Alex, Mini and Sam. It’s an odd combination but I’m glad to be getting to know more of the girls.

“That was actually fucking sickening. Kristie is going to love hearing it later.” Sam laughs at the mention of her own girlfriend.

“I genuinely think that was what Harper and Harley spent their time on all of last camp because she kept asking about you two as well. But it was about damn time.” The comment from Mini has me slightly shocked. Was there anyone who didn’t think we should get together?

Before I can ask anything, Tony is calling us to gather round to say some words and give us feedback before sending us back to the hotel. I’m standing on the end when two arms snake around my waist and a gentle kiss is pressed to the top of my head. I lean back into her but don’t say anything until we’re told to get going.

“What did she say?” I lean into her some more as we walk back to the locker room.

“It’s just a little tension, I’ll be okay to play tomorrow”

~~~~~

She most certainly was not okay to play. Cortnee was subbed on and within 10 minutes was back sitting next to me on the sub bench with an ice pack on her thigh.

To give her credit, the injury was predominantly from a collision on the pitch, but I was selfishly mad she didn’t tell me. So, while I held her hand as we took a lap around the pitch and signed shirts and took photos with fans at the end of the game, I didn’t talk to her.

Or in the locker room.

Or on the bus to the hotel.

Or at dinner.

Or as I watched her pack her bags and leave back to Sydney because she needed to start healing as soon as possible.

All I did was give her a peck on the lips and watch her uber drive away.

An hour later she texted me about a fan she’d met at the airport, who was shaking so bad she had to take the photo. I liked it but didn’t reply.

But now it was our final match day, and I don’t have Cortnee to have breakfast with, something that had become somewhat of a tradition for us whenever we could.

I have no clue as to why I’m so mad about it, but as I sat with Sam and Steph at breakfast, I knew I needed to at least call her and apologise. So I did.

The phone rings, almost too many times, but eventually the girl I love is staring back at me.

“I’m so sorry for ignoring you!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!”

The lines are rushed out by both of us, probably louder than need be as I get weird looks from some of the girls.

“No no you have no reason to apologise Cort, I literally got so mad for no reason, I should be helping you heal not ignoring you!”

“I still should have told you, let you help me. I love you and you just want the best for me.” We’d never actually said those words. But I blurt them out before I can stop myself.

“I love you too!”

Everyone around me is giggling as I blush.

I look back to Cortnee on my screen. She’s out in her backyard, laying on the grass, her hair is splayed behind her, golden, touched by the hand of Midas. Her eyes are as blue ever, her cheeks rosy, dimples deep. Then I hear her laugh and I don’t think I could love anyone more because I’m melting in my seat as we quickly bid each other goodbye.

That night I play for her, and as we celebrate, Sam and I both call our respective partners together to let them know. And when we hang up I turn to Sam, unable to stop smiling.

“I’m going to love her forever.”

[dewcrow]

MORE ANTONBLAST SPOILERS AHEAD

Annie:

- Is only in it for the chaos, like Jevil and possibly The Noise

- Has a bad cough (but it only seems to affect her when she’s resting or talking)

- Kind of reminds me of Niffty for some reason (Okay, I do know the reason; it’s the hair and the gremlin energy)

Nina:

- Is married to Danton (which, now that I mention it, makes it weird that I ended the last post with the “pick your man-crush” joke)

- Has the same line when dying in Antonball that Birdo has when defeated in Super Mario Advance (“How could you?!”)

- Could probably stab you with her nose

Brawlbuster:

- Is basically Rawk Hawk as a mole in terms of personality, but Tiny Tiger as a mole in terms of his boss fight.

- Has an attack where he charges across the screen an increasing number of times, like Shake King from Wario Land: Shake It! (the fact that he’s only vulnerable at the end of it makes it similar to Red-Brief J’s dash from Wario World, too)

- COMES IN WITH THE CHAIR (but only when he’s pissed)

Tallbuster:

- Is longer than Longcat and Tacgnol (but not longer than Lesser Dog’s neck at maximum stretch)

- Has a face like Fake Crash

- Goes to sleep if you don’t burn him at the start of his fight (maybe you know that, maybe you don’t, but I bring it up because it’s cute)

- Probably represents Sloth because his long body lets him be in two places at once, minimizing movement (now that I think about it, it’s weird this doesn’t affect how you fight him, although to be fair, the sleeping thing is already on brand for Sloth, as it means he can’t be bothered to start an attack pattern unless it’s in defense)

Smallbuster:

- Is tiny and possibly a child, you dingbat. (You’re lucky that I’ve dropped the whole “crush” aspect from the last post!)

- Does machines, including one that has missiles. Missiles!

- The way she gives up at the end of her fight and just ineffectually charges at you like Ado in Kirby’s Dream Land 3 (or Adeleine in K64) is so cute

Maulbuster:

- Is the opposite of the dude in that one Aerosmith song (seriously, I thought she was a guy until I saw the name of the achievement for beating her, although I suppose I should have guessed it since she’s quite clearly a Brunhilda)

- Is the most foul-mouthed Brunhilda I’ve ever seen (seriously, she makes you dodge swears in her fight more than your visiting relatives when they bring their kids)

- Shakes the stage when she lands right before you finish her (which is easy to forget, since she’s the only Bossbuster this applies to)

Jewel Ghoul:

- Uses the player’s transformations against them like a Wario Land boss (his card-squishing move that puts Anton/Annie in an extended Tornado state)

- Is clearly inspired by various Cuphead bosses, especially King Dice and Glumstone the Giant

- Has a Dingodile-tier badass boss theme

- Will probably need a seeing-eye dog for several months because of the head cast

Freako Dragon:

- Has a Ripper Roo-tier wacky boss theme (the stock flute sound commonly used to represent Asian dragons is a cute touch)

- Also has a cue from Meat Circus in his boss theme (any “Psychonauts mentioned” comments?)

- Apparently vacationed in Brazil sometime ago (if you enter the casino’s hidden Brazil room and find the secret photograph, he’ll be in it even if you haven’t beaten him yet; you’d better believe me on this because I started a separate save specifically to test it!)

- Has a Raphael the Raven-ass final phase (although comparisons can also be drawn to the final level from Battletoads, the tower from Mickey Mania, and basically every level from Nebulus/Castelian/Tower Toppler/whatever name that game goes by in your region)

Ring-a-Ding:

- Is basically the Fake Peppino of the game (a boss that surprised players because he wasn’t shown in trailers, a boss with a monstrous final form, a pretty strong mindfuck the first time you see him, etc.)

- Is a BAB (Biblically-accurate bell) whose boss theme reminds me of the bells from the Futurama theme even though they’re not really that similar

- Cost me three hours of my life trying to get CRACKED in his fight just because of the slam attack in his final phase (the one laser ambush right at the end of the “flying” phase - immediately before the freefall - certainly didn’t help, either, and it wasn’t until after I got CRACKED that the patch nerfing that section went live)

[wonderswritings]

Starless Lovers {13}

Summary: They fell from the sky. We roamed the earth. We were always meant to clash. 

Warnings: The 100 Themes, Angst, Death, Blood, Unrequited Feelings, Slow Burn, Possibly more to come

Pairings: Lexa x Sister!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (eventual)

War was brewing. But with the defeat of Mount Weather, that war is now over. We’re living in peace now. And Skaikru is no longer the enemy. It’s time we learn,

Blood must not have blood.

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“It’s been four weeks. You have not left your room since we returned.” You glanced at Lexa as she walked towards you, shrugging slightly.

“Your point?”

Lexa shot you a look as she sat next to you on the balcony. 

“My point is I’m worried. This isn’t like you. What’s wrong?”

You slightly shook your head, looking back down at the sketchbook in your lap.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

You cut a glance at Lexa, nodding slightly.

“Where did Indra go? And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I saw her sneaking out.”

“Indra is being Indra. I don’t need to know her whereabouts at every moment.”

You nodded slightly.

“Sure. But even up here, I’ve heard the whispers of Wanheda. And I am not an idiot.”

“I never said you were.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

Lexa hummed softly, turning her head and looking out over the balcony.

“Reina has been asking for you.”

You hummed softly, not bothering to give a response. You hadn’t seen Reina since before the war, in Tondc when Finn was reunited with those he killed. 

“She’s been quite persistent since she learned you were back.”

“She’s a determined girl.”

“She also misses you. She lost her brother. And you are like a sister to her. She thought she lost you.”

You cut a glance at Lexa.

“I’m your sister. And you thought the same.”

“Yes, you are and I did. But you’re not dead. You’re alive. And I know that, I’ve seen that. Reina hasn’t. You should see her.” 

You hummed softly, looking back down at the sketchbook.

“I will. In time.”

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Indra was leading the way, Monty, his mother, Kane and Pike behind her as Bellamy held up the rear when Pike slowed down to walk next to Bellamy.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Bellamy nodded slightly, still keeping an eye out as they walked.

“Last report we got on the Ark, you were under attack by grounders. What changed?”

“Turns out we had a common enemy.”

“What happened to them?”

Bellamy’s jaw clenched, memories of what happened in Mount Weather flashing as he responded.

“We killed them all.”

Pike went to say something else when Indra lifted her hand, turning slightly and muttering.

“Quiet. Listen.”

Bellamy slightly tilted his head to the side, and in the distance, the sound of heavy drums could be heard. Indra clenched her jaw, glaring.

“Azgeda.” Monty looked over at Indra, slightly making a face.

“You can tell it’s Ice Nation from the sound?”

“No, from them.”

Indra pointed to the two dead bodies on the ground nearby.Pike stepped forward, slightly shaking his head.

“We need to get those bodies off the field unless you’re good with them thinking we did this.”

Kane nodded. “Go, hurry.”

Bellamy was looking through the scope of his gun when he stopped.

“Wait! Two people, twelve o’clock. It’s Clarke!”

Bellamy lowered his gun, about to run towards her when Pike moved in front of him, stopping him.

“Get out of my way!”

“You’ll never make it in time.”

“He’s right, look.”

Monty pointed towards the army that was now closer.

“No way we get across without being seen.”

“We should stay low, let the army pass, then we find Clarke.”

Monty looked around, spotting a cave. They grabbed the two dead bodies as they made their way to the cave, Indra looking up at Kane.

“I can’t go with you.”

“Why?”

“Ice Nation has crossed the border. They’re marching against my Commander. I have to warn her. Riheda will be preparing for war.”

Bellamy lifted his head at your title. He hadn’t seen, or heard from you since you had been reunited with your sister a month ago.

“We’ll get Clarke.”

Indra nodded.

“You better. If the Ice Queen get’s her, we’ll be at war.”

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“Wanheda, ai swega klin.” (Wanheda, as promised)

You lifted your head from where you sat, watching as Roan removed the bag, Clarke slightly shaking her head as she looked up, looking around from her kneeling position, her eyes hardening as Lexa stepped forward.

“Hello, Clarke.”

Lexa stood in front of her, looking her over before she looked up at Roan.

“The deal was for you to bring her to me unharmed.”

“She didn’t come easy.”

Lexa sighed softly, nodding.

“I expect not.”

“I’ve done my part, now do yours. Lift my banishment.”

“I’m told your mother’s army marches on Polis.”

“That has nothing to do with me. Honor our deal.”

“I’ll honor our deal when your Queen honors my coalition. Lock Prince Roan of Azgeda away.”

Two guards went to grab Roan when he tried to fight back, two more appearing and helping remove Roan from the room, leaving Lexa, yourself, Indra and Titus with Clarke. 

“Gon osir we.” (Leave us)

Titus shared a look with Indra, Lexa looking back at them.

“You heard me.”

Indra and Titus bowed their heads slightly before they left the room.

“Sis em au op.” (help her up)

You watched as Clarke was helped up, Lexa pulling the gag from Clarke’s mouth, Clarke glaring at her.

“It had to be this way. I had to ensure Wanheda didn’t fall into the hands of the Ice Queen. War is brewing, Clarke. I need you.”

You tensed when Clarke spit on Lexa, charging towards her. You nodded, the two guards still in the room grabbing CLarke, Clarke fighting in their hold as they pulled her back.

“You bitch. You wanted the Commander of Death, you got her. I’ll kill you.”

They dragged her out of the room, Clarke yelling.

“No!”

You watched as Leca wiped her face, turning and walking out onto the balcony. You sighed softly, moving to follow after her, sitting down on the chair while she leaned on the ledge of the balcony.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

“Well, it’s not working. Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Then make my little sister feel better, no.”

You slightly shook your head.

“Nothing is better or more important than you.”

“I’d like to be alone. And you should be with the war council, preparing.”

“They can wait.”

“Esme, please.”

You sighed softly, standing up.

“I’ll be setting up sentries for the border. And then, after I deal with the war council, I’ll be back, no matter what you say.”

“Go, I’ll be fine.” 

You walked towards her, giving her a half hug, lightly tapping your head against hers.

“Ai hod in yu, ai deimeika.” (I love you my sun)

Lexa leaned into you, lightly returning your soft tap.

“En ai yu, ai riskishana.” (and I you my moon)

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