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usoppshoneydew · 2 months ago

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"Pin It Up" Tasm! Peter Parker x reader📷📷📷

S: You take a pin-up photo for a poster in Peter's room.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-Man x F!Black reader

Tw: some suggestive content/nothing explicit/fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: inspired by a Spider-Man comic panel I saw, where Peter had a poster of MJ in his room; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes📷📷📷

Music plays from the small radio in the Parker household kitchen while May Parker cleans out one of her junk drawers. It's a nice spring day and she figured she'd open up the windows and finally get started on the ‘cleaning’ part of the season. May hums along to her favorite oldies but goodies station when the doorbell rings. She looks up and drops the extra fast food napkins in her hand, before walking over to answer it. When May opens the door, she's greeted by a delivery driver.

“Yes? Can I help you?” May asks curiously. She hadn't expected any parsels today and the mail shouldn't be delivered yet. The employee gives her a polite nod before pulling out a clipboard.

“Hello miss, I've got a package for a, Peter Parker?” he informs her and she nods. It's still a little surprising though because Peter usually asks her to look out for packages when he's expecting them. They usually leave them by the door too ,despite that not being the best idea, even in their moderately safe neighborhood.

“Oh you must mean my nephew. Here I'll sign for it.” She answers the delivery guy and takes the clipboard from him.

“Tha~nk you! Let me just grab your package.” he says and May raises her eyebrows in surprise. Did he mean from the truck? Why wouldn't he have brought it to the door? She soon finds out why when the employee pulls the package out from beside the front door.

“Peter!?”

Peter looks up from his computer and pulls out his earbuds when he hears his aunt call his name. He hops down the steps to their stairs before swinging his body around the banister the same way he's been told not to since he was little.

“Yeah?!” He calls back as he walks over to the kitchen. Inside, his tiny aunt is struggling with what looks like a huge,rectangular box. Peter walks over with an amused smile, slightly confused.

“What's that?” He asks before gently taking the box from her. It's surprisingly light, despite how big it is, so May must've been struggling because it's awkward to carry. Aunt May just sighs, glad to be rid of the thing.

“The boy at the door said it was for you.” She huffs while gesturing at it. Peter just turns the box in his hands with a confused frown.

“For me?” He wonders outloud. Peter takes the box up to his room and lays it on the floor. It really was huge, and flat, but way bigger than a simple poster. But then again, the majority of that could be due to the packaging inside. Peter tilts it in his hand to finally get a good look at the sender, and finds it's from a place called Model Captures. It's then that he recalls a certain conversation from around a month ago.

*_*_*_*

“Maybe you can put some lanterns up, boo. Like the circle ones? That'd be cool.” You had suggested while closing his window. It was a late-night and the two of you were trying to keep quiet while putting together an abundance of ITEA furniture. A few weeks prior, Peter had asked for your help to renovate his childhood bedroom as a celebration for the new IT job he'd just been hired for. It was perfect. A job he could do from home and get paid the minimum wage. You yank on the stubborn window pane until it shuts completely, blocking out the cigarette smoke fanning in from the house beside you. If it was bothering you, you know it'll start driving Peter nuts.

“Lanterns? Like the colorful ones at the spoken word thing we went to?” Peter asks from his spot on the floor, surrounded by coffee table parts, packaging, and instructions. You walk back over to sit behind him on his bed, resuming your task of unwrapping new coasters and candles, things you told him he should buy after all the furniture is set up.

“Noo, just typical white ones. The small type that you can spread around. Even though a big one over the coffee table would be cute.” You ponder while stacking the cork coasters and setting them aside. Peter hums while scanning over the paper in his hand for what feels like the hundredth time, seriously tempted to just put the table together using webs and glue. He could probably pull it off, he's sure. He built his own web shooters for goodness sake.

“We'll have to check them out when we head back to ITEA.” He mumbles in agreement, eyeballing the typed steps and diagrams. After he fails to comprehend what piece goes where for the nth time, Peter finally tosses the folded paper away and drops his head on the bed behind him.

“Welp! There's no way I'm getting this done tonight.” He forfeits for the rest of the night. He'd gotten overzealous and tried to finish it early anyway. You yawn and lay over on your side, bending your elbow and resting on your hand. You'd gotten your hair braided after work today, and your scalp was still sore. You knew you shouldn't have let your cousin do it, but she had an opening at her booth and offered to do it for cheap. A yawn creeps up on you, making Peter turn towards you.

“You tired? Want me to take you home?” He asks you softly while gently touching your parts, his cool fingers soothing the area. You'd had a busy day today, but still dropped by when Peter told you he'd be messing around with some of the things he bought. Your webbed Beau smiles at the thought before pressing a kiss to your lips, making you hum.

“ I can stay a little longer.” You answer while playing with his hair. You work late tomorrow, your shift starting around the same time Peter plans to start patrol. You could afford to go home late, especially when you have a boyfriend that can swing you there. Besides, with the two of you working now, plus Peter's typical hero shenanigans, you might begin to see each other less for a while.

“Just spend the night then, I can swing you home in the morning.” Peter offers against you before kissing you again. He leans into your space, obviously ready to climb into the bed, and you're leaning back, until you think of something.

“Ooh, what about artwork? You could fill up some of the wall space with canvases.” You pull away to suggest, the interior designer in you still brainstorming. Peter frowns in thought, not too thrilled by the idea.

“Paintings? I'd rather put up photos.” He says, pulling back to rest his arms on the bed. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, a smile on your face. You and Peter's, painting vs pictures, debate will probably last until you're both old and gray.

“Ok well, some kind of large piece on the wall above your monitor.” You revise and start to play with his hair again, knowing you're probably sending goosebumps up his arms. Peter just fiddles with one of the legs to the table, thinking.

“Yeah but one big piece will be hard to choose. I'd rather just put up a photo of you.” He hums while running his eyes over the countless photos of the two of you decorating his wall. You both fall silent for a moment, you drifting off a little while messing with the hair at the base of Peter's nape, and Peter's mind racing. Then he suddenly pulls away from you, forcing you to open your eyes.

“Really, I should put up a big photo of you!” He says again, before laughing and turning to you as if he'd just had a major epiphany. You just blink, before frowning.

“Like a poster?” You ask slowly. You've seen something like that before, in a drama you were watching, but it was of the idol herself, in her own mansion. She was a famous actress. The thought of Peter having a huge model shot of you in this small room though, was pretty embarrassing. You sigh and watch as your boyfriend stands up to get a better perspective of the wall, really getting smitten with the idea.

“ Yeah! Something artistic and sensual. Like a real art piece!” Peter continues, actually fantasizing about it now, going on about black and white shots or full color ones. You just sigh, your hand rubbing at your cheek.

“ I don't know, baby. Don't you think that's kind of vain?” You whine and stretch, ready to shower and go to bed at this point. Peter immediately kneels near the bed and presses a few persuasive kisses to your cheeks and jaw, the ticklish pecks making you scrunch up your nose.

“ Not if it's in my room! Come on sweetness no one else will even see it.” your lover pleads, this time pressing kisses to weird places like the middle of your shirt, right between your boobs, making you roll your eyes. You contemplate it while Peter continues to pepper you in affection. It's true that Peter never invites the few friends he has, to his house. You've never asked why, but you guess it's because he reserves this space for his loved ones. Either way, it isn't likely that anyone else would see the piece. It'd be something just for Peter in his newly renovated room. You huff a breath through your nose, before resting your hand on the back of Peter's head, that was now resting on your chest and waiting patiently.

“Alright, what kind of picture do you want?” You ask the top of his head, and Peter smiles before sitting up and turning to face you, his nose close to brushing yours. He hums, looking at your lips while thinking.

“I want it to be like a real model picture. Something elegant. Like a celebrity.” He describes and you nod. You could probably go to that shop you used to take family photos at when you were younger. Peter moves a bit closer, and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

“Some slightly sexy.” He adds quietly, some heat behind his brown eyes. Alright, maybe you couldn't go to the family photo place. The artistic side of you already starts to imagine what that'd mean. You picture, draping fabric, some skin shown, something dramatic. This isn't a random request for a titty pic, this was going to be a piece of decor. You hold his gaze.

“You have plenty of photos like that on your favorite camera over there.” You remind him, nodding towards the camera Peter has reserved for just the two of you, resting on his desk. Peter huffs out a laugh and hides his face in your neck, feeling it start to burn. He takes a breath against your skin before standing up, and you bite your lip when he walks over to grab the camera.

“Then let's take a few more for reference.” He sighs with a deceptively cute smile, and something lights in your stomach. You sigh deeply, like what's coming next can't be helped.

“We'll have to keep quiet.” You respond, already eyeing the spectacle that is Peter Parker undressing. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you both woke up his aunt.

*_*_*_*

Peter feels his heartbeat pick up as he stands to find a box cutter. That conversation had happened almost a month ago. Obviously the two of you couldn't actually use the dirty pics on Peter's camera, so you both looked up a nice photographer and got your photos taken there. You'd made Peter wait outside the studio back then, deciding that you wanted the final shot to be a surprise, so he has no idea what he's about to see. Peter practically falls back onto the floor in his haste to open up the package. He'd purposely kept the space above his monitor vacant for you, and now it was time to complete his renovations.

“Let's see.” Peter whispers while opening up the neat rectangle he cut into the top of the box. He stands and props it against his legs, before carefully sliding the canvas up and out, not wanting to damage the precious piece in any way. The first thing Peter sees when he holds it up for himself are the colors. White, black, different variations of gray, and brown. It was a giant portrait of you sitting on the ground, a piece of white, flowing fabric being the only thing covering you. You're holding it to your chest, but it drapes over your softest areas, just barely protecting the most private places. You've got a serious, but serene expression on your face and there's a light source shining from somewhere above you, highlighting your features that Peter loves so much. It was all artistic, but the part that left Peter breathless was your skin. It was a monochromatic shot, everything being black and white, even your eyes; but the one distinguishable color on the canvas was your beautiful shade of brown skin, standing out like the most elegant feature of the photo.

“Wow.” Is all Peter could say. He knows you're beautiful, more than anyone, sometimes more than you, but this photo accentuated it so perfectly, he almost regrets that he wasn't the one to take it. That a picture of you this pretty graced another photographer's camera and not his. He's still looking at the giant poster, enhanced eyesight noticing tiny details, when his aunt knocks softly and walks inside.

“Peter? What was that giant package?” May asks as she walks over to her nephew, looking at him with concern, until she looks over his shoulder and gasps.

“Oh my, is that y/n?! She looks absolutely beautiful!” He says with a hand over her mouth. Peter just nods dumbly. The photo had turned out so pretty, it couldn't even really be considered vain or embarrassing. It was simply artwork. May looks up when Peter suddenly sets the painting against his bed and grabs one of his jackets from his desk chair. She just looks on in confusion as he darts out of his room.

“Peter?! Where are you going!?” She asks as she looks out the doorway, at a loss with her nephew's antics like always.

“I'll be back! I'm just heading to y/n's place!” Peter calls over his shoulder before taking off down the street. The photo was beautiful, but right now, Peter had to go and see the real thing.

A/n: Just a small idea I had mayyyybe a month ago? Or a few weeks, I'm not sure. Either way, I finished another fic without taking half a year!( used a pretty playlist towards the end for the last push). I think this one turned out pretty cute. Thanks for reading!📷📷📷

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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OSCAR SPECIAL (PART ONE OF FOUR)

Given Cillian’s recent success, I decided to jump ahead a little in my fics and give you a little Oscar Special. But don’t worry, I will cover off everything in between in due course and, for some fics, this Oscar part will hopefully get you guessing, while for others it will constitute a happy ending!

Our Dirty Little Secret (Special Part)

Nine months later…

"I don't know why I agreed to this," you told Cillian while clutching his hand just as the car pulled up in front of the red carpet. This was your first public outing with Cillian since the scandal about your illicit affair had broken just over nine months ago and whilst you had found your way together, society did not exactly approve of your somewhat controversial relationship with the 47-year-old.

"It'll be fine. You need to trust me," he whispered in your ear confidently, as if it were just another date night for you and not the greatest gathering of Hollywood's glitterati. Deep down, you wanted to believe him but it was obvious to you that he had put on act, just for you, to calm your nerves. He hated these events just as much as you did and knew how hard it was for you to adapt to this lifestyle with him.

"I should have stayed with Mara, Cillian. I never left her for so long, you know," you then tried to change the topic, talking about the daughter you had brought into this world together just under nine months ago, but Cillian simply chuckled.

"Mara will be fine with my mum, at the hotel. I promise," Cillian assured you with a loving smile. "Despite, I really need you with me tonight," he paused, gently squeezing your hand. "I couldn't imagine being here without you, Y/N," he then finally told you as one of the red-carpet attendees opened the door for you both.

"Don't you dare run off on me," you gasped, seeing all those intimidating photographers taking pictures of you both as he helped you out of the car, your white dress grazing the asphalt.

"I would never," he chuckled, playfully winking at you, as you bit back a smile, realizing that you were too easily flustered.

He then took your hand into his firmly, clearly showing the world that you belonged together and not a single soul would change that.

"Cillian, over here!" a reporter yelled out while, another, shorter woman with fiery hair, aggressively jumped in to get a good shot of you both. The molten sea of cameras around you ignited a varied assortment of insecurities you forgot you ever had. Suddenly, you were a ten-year-old girl again, your heart dancing under its master's feet set ablaze by judgement; but Cillian squeezed your hand gently, reminding you that you were a woman now—his woman.

A familiar warmth spread through your chest as his steely blue eyes fixated on yours. A silently brokered promise passed between you two: Survive this together.

The female reporter from earlier pushed her way to the front, locking her beady gaze onto Cillian with a voracious hunger.

"Cillian, how does it feel to be nominated as Best Actor for your performance in Oppenheimer?" she asked while you tried to back off a little, but Cillian would not leave you alone, holding you closer to him, showing the world that you both were together in this.

"It's a true honor to be nominated. I couldn't be more grateful. The cast, the crew, everyone really poured their hearts into the story, and I wouldn't be here without them. It was something unique and powerful," he responded, barely looking at the woman, but at you instead, trying to keep his focus.

"And I see you are being supported by your wonderful, young girlfriend tonight, making this your first public outing together. Is that right?" the reporter asked, curiosity sparking excitement in her voice as she studied you two intently.

"Well, we do have a young child together, which makes it difficult for us to attend events like this as a couple," Cillian began to say while smiling at you intently. "But, especially tonight, I couldn't ask for more than her presence," he admitted, his voice dripping with sincerity as he gazed at you openly.

The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flutter: It was a look that held secrets, a silent vow. You squeezed his hand tighter now and were unable to keep the smile from growing on your lips.

Cillian then stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, causing you to disconnect from the chaotic dance unfolding before your eyes and connect to the feeling of being near him, a feeling that cantered and calmed you.

"Thank you Cillian, and good luck tonight," the reporter finally offered a soft smile before signalling to her photographer to take some more pictures.

As you walked down the red carpet, a familiar pop song began to infiltrate your eardrums as you ignored the snippets of questions being hurled at both of you, creating a barrier between your world and theirs. Even with the nest of hundreds of reporters and photographers, the red carpet no longer scared you as it used to, especially when you had Cillian by your side, shielding you from the worst of it all.

Eventually, you both reached your seats, not too far from the front of the stage and Cillian introduced you to some of the actors and actresses he had worked with. You also met some familiar faces, like Emily Blunt and her husband John who both had a calming presence about themselves.

The tension seemed to melt away as you chatted with them and, for a moment, you managed to forget all the critical eyes resting on you, fading into the background until it was time to be quiet for the opening speech.

As the ceremony commenced, you merely held hands with Cillian, giving his reassurance every time he gave yours. Despite the constant whispers and sly glances coming your way, you tried to embody Cillian's mantra, staying present in this moment and focusing on his unwavering companionship instead of the judgement weighing you down. For hours on end, you managed to simply enjoy the show and, when finally, it was his turn to shine, you clutched his hand even tighter.

"And the Oscar goes to," the presenter announced, opening the golden envelope while, secretly you had been crossing your fingers for him all week long. "Cillian Murphy!" he then announced, making a-thousand-cameras flash simultaneously as your heart began to race uncontrollably against your ribcage. It was a strange feeling, this overwhelming sense of pride that flooded you, leaving you bruised and raw from the exposure.

Standing up simultaneously with Cillian, a big smile formed on your face as, quickly you caressed his face. "You did it!" you whispered to Cillian, hugging him almost desperately as he embraced you back, tightly. He then kissed the top of your head, taking a moment to soak in the gravity of his achievement as the crowd around cheered and clapped for him.

"Fuck," he gasped, still in shock, before stagehands began urging him to come forward and take his spot to accept the coveted award.

"Go on and give your speech," you chuckled, gently pushing him towards the stage while blinking away the tears threatening to mess up your makeup and, just before he took to the stage, he turned his head quickly to capture your lips for a fleeting second, leaving an imprint of adoration behind.

With shaking hands, he mounted the steps, greeted by rousing applause, and you leaned against the back of your chair, watching his every move as he accepted his award.

"Fuck," was the first word that escaped his lips, causing the audience to laugh in response and his actor's instinct kicked in as he used his impromptu curse to deliver an exquisite speech that brought a tear to your eye.

"I am clearly overwhelmed by all this. Thank you. Truly," he spoke, his voice shaky. "I first and foremost want to thank Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas for having faith in me and creating such a masterpiece. To the incredible cast, Robert, Emily, and the rest, thank you for teaching me so much about the craft. I can't believe I get to share a title with such incredible artists," Cillian said before his eyes drifted in your direction, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "And, of course, I want to thank my beautiful partner Y/N for supporting me through this in those last few months. You have pretty much been a single mother in the midst of award season, and I am so grateful that you are here with me tonight. To you, our daughter Mara and my son Max, I love you beyond words," Cillian said, his voice heavy with emotion, and it was then that your vision blurred with unshed tears.

He then proudly lifted his award into the air before humbly walking back to his seat, stealing a glance at you long enough to let you know exactly what he meant.

"I am so proud of you," you whispered as he squeezed your hand again while, around you, murmurs originated from fellow celebrities congratulating him on his well-deserved win.

"This means a lot to me Y/N. Thank you for having been my rock those past few months," Cillian whispered back, his gratitude evident in the warmth of his touch. The intensity of his words caused your heart to flutter unexpectedly and, suddenly, everything around you became distant and muted.

Not too keen to attend the after party even following his success, when the show drew to an end, Cillian engaged in the necessary press engagements before suggesting that the two of you slipped away before everyone made their way to Vanity Fair.

Together, you crept out into the night unnoticed, weaving your way through indulging crowds, gazing at each other, lost in all the nuances of the day that had unfolded—all the stolen glances between you both during the award ceremony, to the brush of his fingertips against your hand while trying to lead you through the venous crowds.

Eventually then, you arrived back at the hotel where Cillian's mother was watching Mara. She was already eagerly waiting your arrival and, as soon as Cillian walked through the door with the golden statute in his hand, his mother embraced him tightly.

"I am so incredibly proud of you," she beamed while gripping his face, hardly believing her eyes. "Now you've got it all, a beautiful family and the biggest achievement of your career," she remarked, wiping a tear from her eye while looking at you and Mara.

"Thank you mum, and thank you for looking after Mara for us tonight," Cillian expressed graciously, managing a weak smile as he hugged her again.

Mara then squealed with delight, screaming, "Dada!" and you both looked at each other with great surprise.

"Did she just say daddy?" you gasped. You couldn't help but be utterly taken aback, finding yourself at a loss for words as you clutched Mara in your arms and buried your face in the nape of her neck.

It was the first time she had spoken and as you held her tightly, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love that coursed through your veins, rendering you dizzy.

You glanced up at Cillian as he stood there, flabbergasted.

"Dada!" she said again, reaching out for the golden statute jutting out from Cillian's grasp. He chuckled and carefully placed it away before picking Mara up and pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

"Hello Babygirl," he said, laughter dancing in his eyes, and the love in that moment was palpable between them, radiating with a warmth that touched your heart. "I missed you," he then said and your eyes welled up a little. It was moments like this that made you rethink the decisions you made several months ago and you knew that it was time for you to make another now.

"I think maybe it is time for us to move in together now," you proposed to Cillian suddenly, as he looked at you with a gentle smile.

"It seems like two wins for me tonight then," he replied, taking your hand in his as Mara gurgled contentedly between you. He had waited for you to make this call for months now, ever since he first proposed it to you and now it was finally here.

To be continued...

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rubberduckyrye · 11 months ago

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You know I've seen quite a few people say they're wanting to make v3 rewrites lately--and as someone who is actively working on one by myself, I feel like I should give some advice. I know I'm nowhere NEAR done with Twins AU, but I've made a ridiculous amount of progress and I think these things have greatly helped me out personally

So here are my tips for making a V3 rewrite and actually making it stick/not to burn out before the first chapter!

This is important. Don't try to please everyone. You will never please everyone. Write this for yourself, and you will find an audience. People can and will hate your fic no matter what you do. Don't try to please them, they are not your target audience-- so Write this story for, first and foremost, yourself. It'll feel so much more rewarding if you do I promise.

V3's main theme is extremely muddied due to how the narrative was and how open ended the game was left, and from my own research, no one can agree on what V3 was trying to say about truth and lies, or Reality and Fiction. If you want to rewrite this story, you're going to need to narrow down what you want your rewrite to say about the themes presented.

PLAN THE EVIDENCE AND MURDERS AS THOROUGHLY AS YOU CAN. I think not knowing what I was going to do for the cases and trials really scared me for the longest time until I essentially sat myself down and fleshed out all of the cases for Twins AU. Make evidence lists, do research on how your murder cases might go, the works. It's a lot of work but I personally followed this post and also made an evidence list to help me out plot out the murders for Twins AU. This is also a great way to flesh out your protagonist as well, since you get to explore their note-taking style and what kind of language they'd use for taking notes and if they have opinions about certain things.

Write a summary of each character in the story. DR games have a big cast and V3 has an even BIGGER cast than usual, so it's good to write down summaries for all of the characters. I also suggest really studying each character too, even if you plan on changing a character to better suit your tastes (or to get rid of offensive material.... looking at you Angie) you still want to keep the core of their character intact for fans of that character.

Speaking of characters, make sure to try and remember to write each one as a human being, even if they aren't human (Kiibo for example). Develop them, give them quirks and flaws, motivations and wants and desires and dreams. Even if you hate a character, doing this much character study will help you keep them in character and keep their motivations reasonable and understandable.

If you don't have a good grasp on a character, study harder. Don't go looking for other people's interpretations or try to be a crowd pleaser. Make your own interpretation, and that interpretation becomes special to your rewrite.

If you plan on changing a character, for the love of GOD do your research first. Don't go accidentally making Angie into a worse racist caricature of Pacific Islanders Please and Thank You. Actually, just do a ton of research in subject you think might be relevant to a character or the plot--like Gonta and how ableism prevails in his story. Like how Shuichi has anxiety up the wazoo and how Maki has learned helplessness. Study and research hard.

Pace yourself--I don't think people realize how GIANT a V3 rewrite project is--remember that this game is extremely long and you cannot write this in a single month. Once all of your planning is done, write a reasonable amount for it each day. For me, I'm able to crank out 2k a day because I type absurdly fast, but most people would probably want to start at maybe 500 words a day.

If you're not having fun, step back. You might be burnt out and need a break, or maybe the scene you're writing is just not working. Take time to assess your own feelings and do what is appropriate to resolve them.

Don't feel too discouraged if you need to rewrite a whole scene--it happens to the best of us and sometimes things are just not working. It's not lost progress to retry--consider the scene you are replacing as a rough draft you need to remake. I've had to erase huge 1k chunks due to this.

Reward yourself for big accomplishments! When I finished the prologue, I threw myself and my editor ( @trans-shuichisaihara ) a pizza party, and I plan on doing something like that again, albeit probably cheaper. Reward yourself for huge milestones! Hell, I owe myself at least one treat for two chapters I've written, but tbh I've been having so much fun just writing that doing so is rewarding within itself. That doesn't mean external factors can't help, so if you finish a chapter and you're proud of it, buy yourself a treat for working so hard!

If you got a friend who likes editing/beta reading, invite them to beta read for you! They can help you find errors and typos that you might've missed. If you plan on editing your fic, I highly recommend reading your writing out loud to help you find weird sentence structures and awkward phrases. This should have the bonus of making it easier for people who use screen readers/just prefer audiobooks to enjoy your fic as well!

EDIT! Here are two more:

It's okay to be scared writing something new! Getting out of your comfort zone is going to happen with a giant story like this, and maybe you're going to flop at the best parts. That's perfectly fine!!! You can always edit it later--or even just call it "good enough" and move on! This is fanfic for fun, not a professional project you're making money off of. It's okay if things are less than ideal and incredible imperfect. An imperfect story is at least written. That's better than not writing it at all.

For the love of everything that is holy, remember that the characters should be people--and remember that their talents do not make up their entire personality. Their talents should not solely dictate what they wear, how they act, or the worst offender in this fandom--how their executions go. When writing a character Execution, think instead of what would be the worst way for that character to die--that is to say, what would bring them the most despair upon their death. DR1 and DRV3's executions all play with the despair of the blackened in each execution (with DR2 being noted to heavily miss the mark and to be the set of executions that are the most disappointing to Kodaka, from what I've been told.) So if you're stuck on writing a new Execution, try to think about what each execution from DR1 and DRV3 does to play with the despair of the blackened. What about their executions are giving them despair in their final moments? Do they at all relate to their talents, or are they completely separate from their talent? Study them, and you'll be able to use that information to write your own unique executions that are miles better than most of the fan made executions out there.

And I think that's my advice for now! Happy writing, everyone!

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idkanymoreaboutlife · 13 days ago

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SPOTLIGHT: Rafael Barba x Reader

Hello everyone! First time writing anything that is not Ash Williams centered, so we'll see how this goes. I've been watching SVU for years now and I absolutely love Rafael Barba. (honestly I love anything Raul Esparza is in) I have the second chapter in the works, but it'll be slow to update due to my work schedule. Enjoy!!

Being in a relationship with Rafael was easy, especially since you worked at the hospital and him as an A.D.A. But what happens when his lover starts to be threatened by a serial stalker? What happens when she keeps this secret until it’s too late? And what happens when Rafael is forced to put his relationship in the spotlight?

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The 16th precinct was in a lull for once, officers walking around the bullpen going from place to place, keeping up on their duties. Carisi sat at his desk, mulling over paperwork as a young blond man wearing dark green scrubs walks in, a nervous look on his face.

“Excuse me?” The man asked, catching Carisi’s attention. The detective looked up from his work.

“Yeah, how can I help?” The man stepped forward to the detectives desk.

“This is SVU, right? I looked at the plaque but I wanna make sure..” he trailed off as Rollins looked over at him quickly before resuming her work.

“Yeah it is, you got a crime to report?”

“Not yet, but I’m afraid if I don’t do something it can lead to one.” Carisi furrowed his brows before gesturing the man to take a seat next to his desk, gathering up his notepad and pen.

“Tell me what’s going on? And whats your name, kid?” The blond took a seat, raking his fingers through his hair.

“It’s my boss, well more like my friend, but I think she’s in trouble.” He took a pause, “my names Andy, Andy Novak.”

“And what sort of trouble is your friend in?”

“It’s, well it’s a sort of long story. She does shifts in our psych ward three times a week, and this guy was a patient for over a year. He had a real knack for her, only ever wanting to listen to her, giving her compliments and all.” Andy spoke, picking at his fingernails.

“Not to stop you, Andy.” Carisi started, “but I’m not seeing as how this is a sex crime.” Andy took a breath before leveling his gaze.

“I’m getting to it, I told you it’s a long story. Anyways, he got released a few months ago and he keeps showing up at the ER where we work mainly. And again, only ever wanting my friend.” Again, Carisi stopped him.

“This friend of yours have a name?” That’s when Andy stopped talking, biting his lip in contemplation.

“That’s the thing, she doesn’t know I’m here.” Before Carisi could say anything, Andy continued. “I know, I know! I talked to her so many times about this, but she insists that can handle this, that’s it’s nothing but a schizophrenic man with delusions.”

“Listen, all we wanna do is talk to her, get her side of the story and see if she wants to file herself.”

“You have to listen to me, she won’t. This guy, he has pictures of her! He waits outside the hospital and takes photos of her. I’ve seen him follow her home before.”

“And has she had any reservations about this?” Andy sighed, pulling at his hair some.

“She doesn’t see anything bad about this, she just brushes it off and says that it happens with the job and to let it slide.” Carisi stood up from his desk, clearing his throat.

“Listen, we’ll take a look, okay? I understand if your friend isn’t willing about coming forward herself. How about this. You give us her first name and the guys full name, and we’ll look into it.” Andy stood up as well, nodding some, producing a folder from his messenger bag.

“I figured that at best.” He gave a folder to Carisi. “This is the guys information and my friends name and picture. Please..I don’t wanna see her get hurt.” Carisi nodded and took the folder, placing it on his desk.

“I’ll see what we can do, okay?” Andy nodded before taking his leave.

Carisi sat back at his desk, opening the folder and leading through it.

“Hey Rollins, come take a look at this.” Rollins looked up from her computer.

“What you got?”

“Just come take a look.” Rollins suppressed an eye roll before she stood up and made her way to his desk, leaning over his side, scanning her eyes over the papers.

“This man sounds like a nutcase.” Rollins started, “diagnosed with schizophrenia at 13, killed his parents at 15 and was sent to a psychiatric hospital based on his mental state.” She looked over at Carisi. “Is this what that guy was talking to you about?” Carisi gave a nod, leaning back in his chair.

“Not sure what we can do about it though, technically she never made a complaint.”

“Can’t hurt to follow up, make sure everything is okay.” Rollins stood up, making her way back to her desk. “Get clearance from Liv and let her make that call.”

“You got it.” Carisi gathered the files and his notepad, making his way to Olivia’s office.

The ER was busy as ever, the constant flow of people kept (y/n)on her feet with no break in sight. Her back was aching, but that was furthest from her mind as she saw one of the receptionists leading two officers to her. She thought nothing of it and kept monitoring her patients. The clearing of a throat broke her train of concentration.

“(Y/n) Koval?” A man spoke, and she turned around to face the two officers she saw entering.

“Yes? Can I help you two?” The shorter of the two spoke up.

“I’m Detective Amanda Rollins and this is my partner Dominick Carisi.”

“We need to ask you a few questions. You have a minute?” (Y/n) glanced around at the busy ER.

“Not really, but if it’s important I can get another nurse down here.”

“Thank you.” Carisi nodded and stepped back with Rollins as (Y/N) made her way to a phone on the wall and made a call. It took a few moments before she can walking back to the two.

“Is this a private matter.” She asked cautiously.

“I’m afraid it is, is there somewhere more quieter we can talk?” She nodded and led the two to an on call room and shut the door behind them.

“Did something happen?” She took a seat on one of the beds, folding her hands in her lap. Rollins and Carisi took a seat across from her on another bed.

“Do you know someone by the name of Dylan Anderson?” Rollins spoke first.

“I do, yes. He was a patient in our psych ward last year.” She paused. “Is this about him?”

“We have a complaint, on your behalf, that he’s been stalking you for over six months.” Rollins continued. (Y/N) heaved a small sigh, shaking her head some.

“Listen, it’s really not what you think. He has schizophrenia, and sometimes he can get too into his head. He’s no harm at all.”

“Well.” Carisi started, “someone thinks that he is harmful, to you at least.” She sighed, leaning back some.

“I can handle myself, thank you Detectives. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

“Well maybe you can actually. Are you in a relationship by chance? Anyone you’re close with that this guy can potentially go after?” Rollins asked and (Y/N) held back a small laugh.

“Listen, not that it’s any of your business, but I’m in a committed relationship. And trust me, Dylan won’t go after him, he can take care of himself just fine.”

“Can we have his name?” Carisi asked and she was quick to shake her head.

“He has a higher profile job, he doesn’t want our relationship to affect his work. And I’m completely fine with that.” She stood up. “Are we done here? Not to rush you out, but I have a busy ER and we’re understaffed as it is.”

“We understand, sorry for the inconvenience.” Rollins stood up and motioned Carisi to be quiet as he went to speak. “Take care of yourself.” (Y/N) left the room and the two shared a look.

Rollins and Carisi walked back into the precinct, talking over the conversation they had with (Y/N).

“I just don’t get it”, Rollins started “if she knows about his past, why wouldn’t she at least be more helpful? At least file her own complaint.” Carisi nodded along, stopping at the door.

“Maybe she actually believes he’s of no harm to her. I mean, she didn’t even seem concerned.”

“I still don’t get it, though. And the whole relationship thing? Kind of seems like she was lying there.” Carisi gave her a look.

“What makes you think that?”

“No girl wants to be hidden in the shadows, especially in a committed relationship like she said so. So, she’s either lying or the relationship isn’t as committed as she thinks.” The two made their way back into the bullpen, heading towards Olivia’s office to report their findings. Rollins knocked on the door and let herself in, Carisi right behind her. As they entered, they found A.D.A Rafael Barba sitting across from her at Olivia’s desk.

“Rollins, Carisi.” Olivia greeted, nodding to the two. “Howd everything go at the hospital?”

“Not well.” Rollins started, “(Y/N) the nurse, that Andy was worried about, was of no help. She believes that the guy is of no harm to her and can handle herself.” Olivia gave a sigh.

“Well there’s not much we can do there, then.” She paused before continuing. “Have your reports typed up by the end of the day.”

“That’s it? We aren’t gonna talk to the guy, Dylan Anderson?” Carisi spoke up, concern on his face. Olivia gave him a pointed look.

“If this guy is schizophrenic, then his word may not be good.”

“May I ask what this is about?” Barba spoke up, curiosity piquing.

“This nurse is currently being stalked by a prior psych ward patient for over six months, and she believes that he’s no harm.” Carisi spoke up.

“And,” continued Rollins, “her friend slash coworker filed the report, not herself. He really thinks that she’s in trouble and tie guy is dangerous.” Barba nodded in thought, his brows pinching together.

“Talk to the ex patient, see what his standpoint is.” Before Olivia could intervene, he continued. “And if he sounds competent, bring him in. We could have a case here.”

“Even without her filing a complaint?” Rollins raised a brow, arms crossed. “I know you’re the attorney and all, Barba, but this seems pretty useless to me.”

“Won’t be useless if she winds up dead.” He deadpanned, inclining his head to the side some. He stood up, fixing his suit and left the office.

“Well?” Carisi looked at Olivia, “we good to talk to this guy or what?” Olivia thought for a moment and sighed, nodding her head.

“Go, and if he says anything damming bring him in.” The two detectives took their leave, heading back on the streets.

Based on the reports and prior addressed listing Dylan Anderson, the two detectives found themselves standing in front of a shotty, run down apartment complex on the lower side of New York. Carisi was the first to enter the building, taking note of the broken elevator and the dingy interior. No one sat behind the desk and a small fan was buzzing annoyingly on said desk.

“What apartment does he live in?” Carisi asked, looking up the stairs.

“4d.” Replied Rollins, less than enthusiastically. Carisi heaved a sigh before shaking his head, making his way up the stairs with Rollins trailing close behind him.

“What do you think this guys deal is?” Carisi called out behind him.

“No idea, maybe (Y/N) was the first person to show him compassion or kindness and he took it as something else.” Carisi hummed in thought.

“Maybe. Honestly I don’t really know what to make of it all.”

“Guess we won’t know until we see and talk to this guy.”

A few more flights of rickety stairs the duo arrived at apartment 4d. Carisi knocked on the door firmly three times and waited for an answer. Some shuffling could be heard from inside as the door clicked open and a chubby cheeked young adult peeked through the slightly cracked door.

“Hello? Can I help you?” The man spoke in a soft manner, a slight rasp to his words.

“Hey there, we’re from the NYPD. Got a complaint and just checking off our boxes.” Carisi spoke, a tight lipped smile adorning his features. Rollins stood slightly behind him, gauging the man’s reaction. “You are Dylan Anderson, yeah.”

The man nodded, “yes, I am..” he paused. “What complaints are you talking about? I haven’t done anything to nobody.”

“While that may be true, we just have to check, get your side of the story.” Rollins spoke up and the man’s blue eyes shifted to her quickly, looking her up and down in a way that sent shivers up Rollins back. The man had bright blue eyes, but there was a dullness behind them that made Rollins uneasy.

“We just had a few questions about a woman (Y/N) Koval. She’s a registered nurse over at Mercy.” As Carisi said her name, Dylan’s eyes went slightly wide, a small spark coming to light.

“Oh I know who she is, I know her very well.”

“How well do you know her.” Rollins pressed on, flipping open her notepad and jotting down notes.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He spoke with such a casual tone that it caught the duo off guard.

“You two are together? She didn’t mention that part.” Carisi said, confusion lining his words.

“Well of course she didn’t, technically she’s not supposed to date me because I was a patient under her care.” He continued, opening the door more. Rollins casually looked into his apartment and saw the living space to be very clean with a few scatterings of magazines, books and photo albums lying on the coffee table and floor. “But she couldn’t resist, we’ve been together for two years now.” He sighed wistfully. Carisi glanced at Rollins briefly, not believing this guys story.

“Well if you don’t mind, we’d like to come inside and talk more privately.” Carisi said and Dylan hesitated for a moment before nodding, opening the door more and letting the detectives in. The two walked in and Rollins continued her observation of the small apartment, noticing how there were pictures hung up all over the place of (Y/N), but none of them had the two together. It was only (Y/N).

“What else would you like to know?” Dylan asked, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for the two to take a seat on the two armchairs. Carisi sat down while Rollins declined, instead she kept looking over at the pictures.

“For someone in a two year relationship, you guys don’t have any pictures together, why is that?” She asked, looking over at him. Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly before smiling some.

“She’s very busy, you know? I’ll take whatever pictures I can get of her. With or without me in them.” Dylan said, a bit too smugly for her liking.

“Anyways.” Carisi started, giving Rollins a look. “We’d just like to know why someone would report that you’re stalking Miss. Koval?”

“Well that’s easy; jealously.” Dylan said confidently. “Whoever accused me of that is obviously jealous of our relationship.” He crossed his arms and lent back into the cushions.

“Right.” Carisi stated.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Dylan became defensive, leaning forward now and glaring at Carisi. He held his hands up defensively.

“I’m not saying that, Mr. Anderson. I’m just trying to figure out both sides.” Dylan stood up to his full height, easily towering over Carisi as he also stood up.

“I’d like you two to leave now. I don’t like your questions.” Rollins immediately came over to Carisi’s side, the tone of Dylan’s voice concerning her.

“You’re right, we’re sorry to bother you about this, Mr. Anderson.” Rollins quickly blurted out and left with Carisi, Dylan following after them and slamming the door closed.

“He seemed a little defensive about their ‘relationship’.” Rollins stated as they made their way back down the stairs.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Well let’s head back and let Liv know.” Rollins said, slipping her notepad into her pocket.

Back at the precinct, Rollins and Carisi stood across from Benson in her office.

“So what I’m hearing is that this guy believes he’s in a relationship with Ms. Koval? And has multiple photos of her alone all over the apartment?” Benson said, glasses off, chewing on the end of the arm in thought.

“You should’ve seen him, he became so defensive when we told him that someone believes he’s stalking her.” Rollins said. “Like he couldn’t believe that someone would accuse him of that.”

“And you said that her partner holds a high profile position. Could she be lying to hide the fact that she’s with a prior patient?”

“I don’t know, Liv. The bracelet that (Y/N) had on was an expensive brand, not something that Dylan could afford looking at his housing situation. Not to mention she had a matching necklace.” Rollins continued.

“Maybe Liv is right.” Carisi interrupted, causing Rollins to shoot him an incredulous look.

“Do you hear yourself? There’s no way that type of woman is with that man.”

“Alright let’s settle down.” Benson spoke up, standing up from her desk and putting her glasses back on. “Talk to the friend again, who filed the complaint on her behalf and see what he knows about Ms. Koval’s partner.” At that, Benson dismissed her two detectives and they went back to the hospital to ask questions to Andy Novak.

The end of the day drew nearer than anybody else thought. Rollins and Carisi spent their day asking questions to Mr. Novak and other co workers who knew Ms. Koval on a more personal level and they were no more closer to finding out anything about Ms. Kovals personal life than the initial complaint filed. Rollins sat down at her desk, exhausted at all the questions asked and no viable answer given. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her face. Carisi was in no better shape, wheeling his chair over to her desk to sit closer.

“What a shit show. How can you work with someone and not know anything about their life?” Carisi said aloud, not expecting Rollins to answer.

“Look at Barba. We’ve been working with him for almost two years and we barely know anything about him.”

“Yeah.” He scoffed. “As if that man actually has a personal life. I swear he lives in that office.” Rollins let out a chuckle at that, her smile contagious to Carisi who smiled back earnestly. Speaking of said man, Barba walked into the precinct, heading towards Bensons office but stopped as he saw the duo at Rollins desk.

“Hey.” He nodded. “Any leads on that guy, Dylan?”

“No, but the woman who he’s supposedly stalking tells no one about her personal life. So we have no idea if he’s telling the truth.” Carisi said, a tired expression on his face.

“Sounds frustrating. Did you try talking with the woman again?”

“(Y/N) Koval?” Rollins raised an eyebrow, giving an eye roll. “She’s not giving us anything, she’s one of the most unhelpful persons I’ve ever questioned.” At the name, Barba tensed slightly. It would’ve been unnoticed by anyone but to the detectives, it didn’t go by unseen.

“Maybe it’s a loss cause.” He said flatly, continuing his way to Bensons office. As soon as he left the bullpen, Rollins turned to Carisi.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” Rollins rolled her eyes and slapped his arm.

“When I said her name, he had a reaction. Like he knows this girl.”

“Oh come on, Rollins, you’re reading too much into it.”

“I may be, but something is not right with this situation.” On that note, Carisi packed up his things and headed out for the evening, leaving Rollins at her desk and the few officers still there.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #fanfic #reader insert

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yoru-exe · 8 months ago

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『 SUZURI SHUHEI 』

for some reason, he kept adding extra to your portion. while you appreciated it, you're worried it'll get him into trouble. but that's the least of his concern.

a/n: is it a surprised if i say i ADORE suzuri? not really. he's a cutie patootie 𖹭

"suzuri". he paused his stepped to the kitchen and looked at his caller. he met your eyes, but the smile that he loves so much wasn't there. instead you're frowning, at him, and he didn't like that. he came to kneel next to where you're sitted at your table, a tips he learned from nakamura when approaching girls to comfort them, "what's the matter?".

you recalled shizuka's comment on your food when you ate together here last month.

"don't your portion seem bigger than mine? lucky!".

back then, you didn't specifically order for an extra portion, so maybe she was right — maybe you're lucky. but then it happened again, and again, and again. now you're worried that suzuri might have used the ingredients in the kitchen just for you. that can't be good. what if his boss found out and he's fired?

so you confronted him with your concern. the whole time, he had his undivided attention on you. when you're done, he nodded in acknowledgement, but instead of worrying, he reassured you that it's not going to be a problem, "those are a portion from my meal, so you don't have to worry about it. i didn't steal any ingredients from the kitchen for my own use".

he watched you paled, not realising that he'd presented you with a bigger problem. "you can't do that! you need to eat well and enough to keep up with your tasks!". taken aback, you suddenly realised that you've been too forward and apologised. suzuri responded with a shake of his head, not bothered by it.

"i'm sorry myself. i didn't mean to upset you", he said quietly, now looking at the ground, feeling somewhat shameful about it.

at that moment, shizuka's voice echoed once again in your memory, another bit of her after commenting on the extra portion.

"maybe he likes you".

with shaky hands, you cupped his face to look up at you. from his point of view, your face was slightly red. he didn't know you could look prettier than you already are.

"w-what if next time you take me out for a meal? that way you can still eat up your portion, and i eat mine, as much as you'd like for me to eat! then.. we can hang out! w-we can play a game or two if you'd like that".

suzuri, as it turned out, had forgotten how to function due to your sudden invitation for a date, something he had been planning to do when he's ready, emotionally and financially. you had to call him out to made sure he's still with you.

"i don't think i'll be able to do that anytime soon. there's still too many things need to be done-".

"i'll wait for you! as long as it takes, i'll wait for you".

that moment, suzuri felt that he'd been blessed once again. it's a miracle for someone like him to be able to be close with you. how could he possibly repay your kindness? will loving you with all his heart be enough? he didn't know.

alas, he took your palms in his and squeezed them gently, holding them like the treasure you are, "thank you".

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #suzuri shuhei #shuhei suzuri #suzuri shuhei x reader #shuhei suzuri x reader

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helenas-journey · 2 months ago

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You're Mine: Chapter 3 - Christopher Reed x Reader

Summary: You’re Chairman Go’s omega granddaughter who knew and dated alpha Christopher Reed as a teenager when you lived in the US, well aware of his yandere tendencies and accepted it. You lost contact but reunited due to various chairmen of different countries agreeing to an experiment to pair high ranking alphas with high ranking omegas in hopes to produce more Hunter based families. Reed came back for you and utilized his rank to make sure you’re his chosen omega for the project. Adventures of alpha yandere!Reed and his omega.

Warning: Unrepentant yandere!Reed. Obsessiveness. Possessiveness. Overprotectiveness. Manipulation. Acceptance of yandere behavior by reader. Sexual situation: thigh riding, squirting

Words: 4.7k

A/N: Should I split some chapters into smaller parts for faster updates or keep doing longer chapters that has multiple 'episodes' to it? You can also follow along on AO3 as well. I did some editing there for the first two chapters, but since I'm now updating simultaneously, it'll be the same.

MDNI —--- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT —-- MDNI

The two of you ended up on your couch in the living room. Christopher laid down on the couch first, his head resting on the couch’s armrest as the rest of his body rested across the cushions and his feet on the other armrest, and pulled you right on top of him. He spent years being deprived of you, he’d be damned if within the comfort of your home would he be separated from you in any way more than necessary.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” You questioned him, propping your elbow on his pecs, your hand holding your head up as you stared down at him. He stared straight back at you, frowning, looking like he was thinking of what exactly to say.

“I was busy with raids as a newly minted national hunter, and you were dealing with having moved back to Korea. You even had to deal with mourning your parents and grandmother, which had you spending more time with your grandfather. I wanted to earn enough money that in several years, I would’ve been able to support the two of us. Before I knew it, after all those back to back raids I’d do, you had stopped messaging me and when I finally tried to get into contact with you, it said the number wasn’t in operation anymore. I should’ve just stormed into Korea for you since it would’ve been easy to find you.”

You listened to him, and the guilt that seized you was near unbearable. How could you not believe in him when he’s lived so much of his life thinking about you - to love you and take care of you?

“By the time I got my new number, I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore since your replies started becoming fewer and farther between, so I didn’t bother trying to get back into contact with you after not hearing from you after six months. It was hard being in different time zones,” you admitted guiltily. You remembered telling him that you wanted to spend more time with your grandfather, then you were offered a job as a healer for the Hunter’s Association, so you could understand how he became busy. It’s just 18 years old you were so distraught from everything that you thought you had lost Christopher too. That maybe he found someone else since you had to live in Korea for the unseeable future since he talked to you less and less. You lowered your head down onto his chest, mewling in your guilt, floral scent attaining a burnt smell to it. Your alpha had actually been working so hard for the two of you, and you overthought so much that it led to a seven year estrangement. “I thought you had moved on from me. I’m sorry,” you continued mewling, bursting into tears, burying your face into his chest with a sob.

Christopher immediately started rumbling in hopes of soothing you, letting his sandalwood scent permeate the air for you to indulge in. “My silly omega as if I could ever move on from you. It’s only ever been you. You’re it for me,” he told you. And you were. He should’ve just stormed into Korea and took you back with him. His poor darling thinking he’d move on from you and look at someone else much less be with them. His alpha recognized you as his omega the moment he met you, imprinting on you, which was a very rare occurrence for alphas, and it hadn’t changed in over ten years. It was like finding an omega soulmate for alphas. Christopher would rather die than be with anyone not you if he couldn’t just outright kill whoever got in his way in attaining you. He saw this as his last chance to have you as his mate. He waited a long time to come back to you, but he’d make it up to you, he vowed.

He rocked you back and forth as much as the couch would let him without both of you falling off of it. All the while he kept up his rumbling knowing that you loved when he did it even back as a teenager and clearly even now. The two of you remained that way for some time; you crying and him trying to soothe you. Then Christopher said, “I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant. If I’d just talk to you sooner, you wouldn’t have suffered so much, and maybe we’d have been mates a long time ago.”

He dug into his pant’s pocket and brought out a handkerchief, using it to dab at your eyes first then your cheeks, and then had you blow your nose into it to help get rid of some snot so you could breathe easier. He tossed it onto your coffee table as you resumed burying yourself as much as you can into him as if you could make the both of you into one being. He’ll help you clean later. Help omega, his alpha growled, tell her you forgive her. “I forgive you. Just like I hope you forgive me.”

You nodded rapidly and tearfully mewled out, “Of course I forgive you. I was so stupid. I’m the one who-”

Christopher cut you off, sternly. “None of that, omega. I said I forgive you. So trust what I’m telling you.” While he wasn’t particularly happy about certain things, your crying was getting to him. He never liked it when you cried and still hated it. It was worse knowing that you were crying because of him indirectly while insulting yourself.

“Okay,” you replied, a couple of hiccups coming out but stopped your mewling. You clutched onto his shirt like a lifeline as you laid your head above his heart and listened to how steady it was. His cute little omega. So delicate. So adorable. His precious little mate. This was why he needed to always protect you; sometimes even from yourself. You just had to listen to him and everything would be better. Christopher ran a hand through your hair, his rumbling resumed causing you to let out a content sigh at the sounds of both his heart and rumbling. The two of you laid on the couch finally starting to feel better about the situation, your scent turning back into its calming lavender. You were getting sleepy, but Christopher wasn’t done talking to you. He needed to know more about what happened to you during the years he missed. There was only so much he managed to find out about how you’ve been.

“What have you been up to since we lost contact?” He sat the both of you up on the couch to get you to wake up more. He sat on the edge of the couch that was comfortable so he wouldn’t fall off balancing you because you perched yourself on one of his muscular thighs, one leg between his legs and the other outside his left thigh, leaning against him.

“I was working as a healer at the Hunter’s Association as I’m the only S-Rank healer left in Korea after my friend and fellow S-Rank healer Hunter Min died. I also spent a lot of time with grandpa. I made a bunch of friends who are mostly hunters. Jinchul would often help take care of me too. He was my first friend I made in Korea, and he’s helped me a lot! I’d say he’s my best friend, actually.”

“Do I need to be worried about him?” Christopher cut in, a sour tone to his voice. He didn’t think that you would be interested in the A-Rank alpha who worked for your grandfather. The two of you didn’t give off that feeling, but you were an adorable omega, and the spiking paranoia that another alpha was trying to take you rose in his mind.

“That’s what you’re focusing on?” You deadpanned at him. Unbelievable. Then again, it honestly wouldn’t be him if that wasn’t what he focused on. Our silly alpha. Your omega agreed with you. It was Jinchul, not Sung. “And no, you don’t need to worry about him. He’s literally like my second guardian. He’s the caring alpha type who mother hens you and acts like a dad at the same time by babying you.” Goodness knows you caused him a lot of stress the last nine years since he first interned at the Hunter’s Association around the same time you came back, especially in the last three with you pining over Sung, and you know you’re still causing him a lot of stress because of Christopher. You’re starting to see a pattern here. Your tastes in alphas seem rather questionable for a normal person. Apparently, you like the powerful crazy types. Whoops.

“You already know you’re not working since you’re now with me. Might as well ask about the alpha you’re saying is taking care of you instead of it being me.” He smirked at you.

“Whatever. There’s nothing between us! Like, it’d be extremely weird if there was!” You go back to what you want. “Anyway, I like healing people! I’m good at it, and can save people. I want to keep being a healer like I do now! I don’t need to be raiding or could even work in the hospital.”

“And I like you not being in danger, and I’m very good at taking care of you even from yourself,” he countered. You pouted at him, but he resisted. His overprotective tendencies couldn’t handle you being put in danger during raids. Lizards were more common in the states, and he’d be damned if they got anywhere near you even if you don’t go into dungeons with them. “It’s more dangerous in the states than here. Lizards are more common and crime more rampant. Even hospitals can be dangerous with unruly patients, especially hunters.” You looked a bit more hesitant with that information. He wouldn’t hesitate to scare you if that’s what it took to get you to stay home. “My mansion is safe.”

You didn’t really think about how different raiding in America would be compared to Korea. You being Gunhee’s granddaughter had afforded you more protection against lizards and false rankers throughout the years, so maybe Christopher might be onto something. Even if people knew you were Christopher’s mate, that may not be able to protect you as much as you were under your grandfather. You wouldn’t be surprised if people wanted to kill you in hopes of claiming Christopher for themselves as the mating bond dissolves after one of the mates dies. Not that Christopher would ever move on if something happened to you; he’d kill whoever killed you then probably keep going on a rampage. It’s been years where he could’ve moved on, but he didn’t. You actually needed to think about working as some kind of healer in America more seriously later. Maybe once you work through your trauma, you could go back like Min had or do something else.

“In any case, I’ll raid less to spend more time with you. I still have to make up for lost time. Tonight will be about you, my pretty girl.” He leaned forward and kissed you, tangling his hand into your hair strands. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck, deciding you’d focus on him instead of worrying about hunting. He pulled back a bit, and you peered at him confused before he started to kiss along your jaw, eventually he moved down to your neck, his lips never leaving your skin, sucking and biting to leave hickeys to mark you as his for now without a mating mark. It started heating up between the two of you. He tightened his grip on your hair, and you moaned rolling your hips, you could feel slickness starting to drip from your pussy, aroused enough to want to use his thigh to chase your pleasure, your core heating up. He laughed darkly as he helped move you back and forth on him, now gripping onto your hips. “Such a spoiled little princess. My spoiled little princess.” Spoiled or not, he loved you, and he needed to make you feel good. His alpha agreed, just as insatiable as him when it came to you.

You were gasping and moaning as he moved his thigh up and down as you rode him, grinding down on his thigh so your pussy would get the friction it craved, the vibration causing a tingle to run down your spine, and your pussy clenched around nothing. You moved one of your hands to tug at his hair before going back to gripping the sides of his neck lightly. He groaned at your movements. “Please, please, please,” you whimpered, begging him. It wasn’t taking long at all for you to want to orgasm. It’s been so long since someone last helped you, and that someone was the alpha in front of you whose thigh you were using to get off. Nine damn years. And even now, your alpha was taking care of you. You moaned at the thought, breathing faster as pleasure started to take over you. He really was the best. Love alpha. Your omega was in bliss. Yeah, we love our alpha, you told her. You clenched your eyes shut just to focus on the pleasure.

“Look at me, omega. What does my pretty girl want?” Christopher pulled back enough to watch with hooded eyes, giving your neck a short break so he could watch you use him, pupils blown out with lust. He missed this. Fuck, he missed you. You always looked the prettiest when you begged him to give you more pleasure. When you mate, he’ll fuck you so dumb you’d never think of leaving him. He’d prove to you he only needed you. No one else will ever compare to you. You were his. He’ll never allow you to forget it. His to have. His to love. His to take from and to give you everything you’d ever want. Your eyes snapped open to look him in the eyes. The darkness swirling in his glowing blue eyes should scare you, but you welcomed it. Your crazy, possessive alpha. You never wanted anyone else ever again. He briefly moved to your lips kissing you, once more devouring you, before going back to sucking on your neck, satisfied at the sight of you slowly becoming undone. You moved your hands to grip his upper back, never stopping your grinding on his thigh.

“I wanna come,” you whined, your movements getting desperate. Your orgasm was close. Just a little more. Some drool slipping down the side of your mouth. He groaned as it trailed down your chin to your neck. He immediately licked it all up.

“Hmmm… And you know what I want? I want you to not work.” He spoke between kissing and sucking on your skin. You couldn’t believe the sheer audacity of this man for doing this to you right now. He’d do any underhanded tactic if it got you to do what he wanted.

“Fine. I’ll think about it, so just let me come,” you keened. He laughed mirthlessly at you. He’d get you to stay home one way or another, even if he had to force you, but for now, he supposed that would be good enough.

Christopher moved his lips towards your ear and groaned out, huskily, “Then come on me, my pretty girl.” He took your earlobe into his mouth, sucking and nipping. That was all it took before you let out a cry of his name as you came, shaking in ecstasy, your omega sharing in it, almost sobbing from how good it felt to come on your alpha. It’s been too long, and it felt so good. You squirted out your slick ruining your clothes and his pants. He didn’t care. He’d buy more clothes for the both of you. “Good girl. My good girl,” he cooed at you, satisfied that he got you to squirt. He felt cocky and a sense of pride knowing he’d made you orgasm hard and fast using just his thigh. Then just as swiftly, his attitude got darker, and he growled out, “The next time you come, it’ll be on my cock.” Watching you fall apart on him was both ecstasy and temptation. He imagined how your pussy would feel around his cock before shutting his eyes tightly to gain back some control over himself. He opened his eyes as you suddenly gripped onto his broad shoulders as you came down from your high.

You moved a hand to cup his cock through his pants, but Christopher caught your hand before you could. “Not now, Princess. I told you tonight is about you, not me.” You whined, but he didn’t give in. “Don't be a brat right now, omega. It’ll happen.” You puffed out your cheeks but seeing as he wasn’t going to do what you wanted, you maneuvered yourself to sit in his lap properly, legs on the side of his hips, and melted against him like you could become one that way, feeling tired. He stroked your hair, crooning to you how you’re such a good girl for him, that he’s here for you, that he will do whatever it took to make you happy. You purred, basking in your alpha’s affection and warmth, eyes sliding shut.

You didn’t know how long time passed before the conversation continued. Your purring and his rumbling was the only sound for a while before Christopher broke it.

“What happened between you and Hunter Sung?” Christopher questioned you, finally feeling his cock soften in his pants as the two of you got more relaxed. While he knew some things about the whole situation, it’d be easier to just ask you about it. His alpha seethed and growled thinking that if Sung didn’t fuck up, you might not be with him right now. Christopher could feel a growl building up at the thought, enough so that he was trying to hold back the growl so you didn’t get upset seeing him upset. He didn’t need to have you start crying again because of him, especially after that nice little session you both just had.

You heaved a sigh, not particularly happy about it still, but relaxed enough after that orgasm. You looked up at him from your head resting against his chest feeling rather boneless. You saw how unhappy he suddenly looked, but you understood that it was something you needed to tell him. “I met Sung and his family not long after I came to Korea when he first started working occasionally as a hunter since he needed money to help his family, and I needed to heal him or he’d die. I get along well with his sister, but I didn’t really get to know his mom until after she woke up from the eternal sleep disease, though I knew her before that. They’ve both treated me well, even after Sung and I stopped talking. He was a lowly E-Rank at the time I started talking to him. I’m not even sure how he ended up as an S-Rank. His E-Rank self was definitely kinder and more open than how he is now. We became quick friends, and I developed some feelings for him. Not as strong as how I feel toward you, promise! But I was thinking that we could at least try.” You paused as you could feel tears building up in your eyes, threatening to drop onto your face. Christopher rubbed your back, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. You still couldn’t believe what happened to you.

You continued. “He kept putting it off but promised we would try when his sister went to college. That obviously didn’t happen since he’s with Hunter Cha now. I didn’t appreciate all the deep diving reporters kept doing. Someone blabbed about the situation, and I felt so humiliated. I ended up blocking the two. I was mad about being led on for years. I felt like I was taken advantage of, and I couldn’t believe Cha would confess to him, and he accepted knowing that I was trying to initiate a courting and that Sung promised me we’d try. At least their reputations suffered for it. Then I tried to recover from it by myself and then you came back, and everything feels a lot better because you’ve always been the superior alpha to all alphas for me. I just thought you moved on so I tried to. I definitely prefer you over him if that’s what you’re worried about. My unhinged alpha and all that you are.”

That was his spoiled little omega with that nasty hidden vengeance streak. You were kind until someone really crossed your boundaries, then the nastiness came through. He always was amused at your unpleasantness when you were actually beyond pissed at other people, never him. He chuckled. “Unhinged alpha?” Christopher playfully snapped his teeth at you for that causing you to simper. The coy smile you gave him had him pulling you up a bit so he could nuzzle into you easier. The ugly feelings that have been building up in him left. He was glad you wanted him more. He believed it with how you and your omega kept acting whenever she took over, both of you calling him your alpha. You were accepting of him from the most natural part of yourself, wanting him to be your alpha permanently even with his tendencies, and he was so proud of you for it. Loved you more for accepting who he was and loving him anyway. He had been worried that he’d scare you off when meeting him again. He wouldn’t put it past your grandfather or his chief inspector to have mentioned that he threatened to kill so you’d be his omega for the experiment. But here you were, accepting of him just like you once did. He knew from the very start that you would make an excellent mate for him. He loved you so much.

“You know you are.” You smiled teasingly at him, then you added suddenly deadpanning, “Besides, who else would drag up trying to get me to stop working while I was close to orgasming?”

“You know you loved it.” He didn’t bother pointing out what “it” was. He continued, shamelessly, “And I know I’m unhinged, as you like to put it, so you better not forget it.” He knew he was fucked up, but he didn’t care. If that's what it took to keep you with him, it was worth it. Hell would freeze over before he let you go again. He will mate you, and you will be forever his. Till death do you part, and even then, he’d never move on. In any case, he planned to live a very long life with you even if he had to retire from raiding to do so. He would also get you to do what he wanted in the end. Christopher will keep letting you think you have a choice, but your omega will ultimately ensure you’d do what your alpha wants for you. But back to the original subject, he digressed. “You’re better off without him or whoever he ended up with. Good riddance. You deserve much better, and you know, I am that better, so good job being with the superior alpha.” His cockiness made you smile, and you nudged your head under his chin playfully, causing him to sigh happily.

“At first I thought something was wrong with me. First, I lost you, then I lost him.” You hummed. Then you said, dreamily, “and then you came back for me.”

“You never lost me.” He tilted your head back to peck you on your forehead, on your nose, then your cheeks, and finally repeatedly pecked you on the lips with you giggling the whole time. Music to his ears. “Even when we weren’t talking, I only lived and breathed raids and thoughts of you. I mostly kept myself locked away in my mansion doing whatever by myself unless meeting with a few people. I still hate most people,” he admitted, “but I also still have that picture of us on the back of Jordan’s pickup truck when we went to that party.”

“Oh, you mean the one where you serenaded me?” You had been so surprised that Christopher could sing well. You didn’t expect that he was very good at singing country music of all genres. His deep voice with just enough rasp to it when singing used to get a lot of attention from people, not that he cared. They weren’t you. You enjoyed being the only one his attention focused on and being serenaded by him. As long as you enjoyed it, that was good enough for him.

He chuckled, a fond look in his eyes. “Exactly that one. It’s been on my nightstand for years.” It was one of his favorite reminders of you. Being away from you had been torture, but now that you were back in his arms, he never wanted to let you go.

Your eyes softened at his confessions. You vaguely remembered that night. The only part you could clearly recall was him singing to you at the back of the pickup truck, and you remembered how that was the first time you felt like you loved him beyond just liking him, which took like three weeks from meeting him. Christopher had pulled all the stops to get you interested in him. Now look at you two over a decade later.

You leaned up and he met you in a kiss. You closed your eyes and enjoyed feeling Christopher being close to you. He pressed a hand to the back of your head and the other to your back to keep you steady. Kissing him was nice. You slowly broke away from the kiss and yawned. “Okay, shower time for us. Then I’ll let you into my nest and we can rest for a while! No one but you and my family have ever been into my nests,” you told him knowing he’d be pleased to know that fact. He chuffed at what you said, and you beamed at him.

“Us, huh? You little minx.” Not that he minded at all. Although, it’d be a challenge not to fuck you in the shower though. He wanted to at least take you to a nice dinner first before he officially mated you because if you two had sex before his plans, he’d mate you then and there. He wanted one date with you before mating you. The restraint he’s been showing amazed even him. He knew you were waiting for him to make more sexual advances, and he silently promised that you only had to wait a little longer. “And I’d love to go into your nest. Thank you for inviting me in.” Christopher treated your nest as sacred. It was the one place he’d allow you to hide from him if you needed. For you to invite him into your nest was to welcome him to the most vulnerable part of you. You appreciated that about him. He had been in your nest as a teenager and to know he’s still included in that short list of people who’s ever been in your nest warmed him. You kept everyone out except family and him. He was your family now too. He grabbed you and stood the both of you off the couch. “I love you,” he said all he needed to and hugged you.

“I love you too!” You chirped back, embracing him. This was right. Being with Christopher was right. Being in love with him was right. You two stayed like that for a minute, Christopher beyond ecstatic that you felt the same after all these years, before you pulled back. “It's shower time.” He let you go at that, and you didn’t waste a moment. You giggled and hurried towards your master bedroom where the only shower was located with a chuckling Christopher chasing after you. This was what you both wanted. Simply able to be with one another forever.

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auras-moonstone · 2 years ago

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Can you write one about Jack or Ethan where it’s based on the song speak now by Taylor swift where the reader is gonna get married but then something dramatic happens or something like that 😭

speak now — ethan landry

word count: 2,057

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: y/n is forced to marry another man, but ethan was around when the preacher said "speak now."

author’s note: was it necessary for this to be a harry potter au? nope. but arranged marriages are common in the wizarding world so i said why not 🤷🏼‍♀️

Y/N Y/L/N CAME FROM A PRESTIGIOUS FAMILY OF PURE-BLOOD WIZARDS. And like most pure bloods, her family shared traditional and archaic ideas that pushed her down the rabbit hole she was now trapped in.

It had been the cruelest of summers. She had found out that she was getting married to one of the most disgusting boys she had ever met. Enzo was a Slytherin, just like her, and was constantly strutting around the castle, with his chin held high like he was better than everyone, and constantly bullying those who weren't pure bloods—Ethan Landry being his constant punch ball. Hence why Y/N hated Enzo so much.

Ethan was Y/N's best friend. He was also a Slytherin, but unlike most of the students in there, he was a muggleborn. Their connection had been instant, and Y/N had surprised Ethan with her open mind and kind heart despite her backgrounds. She was his only friend, due to the rest of the house looking at him as if he were dust under their shoes, but he didn't care—Y/N was all he needed. He had become so accustomed to being by her side that on summers he felt empty, and spent all those months counting the days until they were back at Hogwarts.

When he found her on an empty wagon, his smile couldn't have been wider. Y/N's mood lifted up a bit, but her smile wasn't as lively as usual. Ethan noticed she was paler, she had dark bags under her eyes and her gaze had flickers of sadness.

"Hey... what's wrong, love?" Ethan wrapped her in his arms.

"I missed you, E. This summer has been hell, and it's only going to get worse." Y/N said, trying to hold back the tears, but her voice gave her away.

"What happened?" he asked worried.

"I'm getting married. My dad arranged it. I'm going to be Enzo's wife in a month."

Ethan's world stopped. His body grew still, his surroundings froze and his joy turned into ashes. The idea of her with another boy made him want to throw up, but the thought of her being forced to marry someone she didn't want? It made him furious, made him want to scream and avakedavra everyone but her.

"What happens if you say no?" Ethan managed to ask.

"They will disown me, probably kick me out of the house"

"That is not so bad, isn't it? I mean, it is bad, but worse than being married to that pig?"

"Eth... I have no one else, nowhere to go. And yeah, marry Enzo is not ideal but that doesn't mean I have to... do romantic stuff, right? I won't kiss him, or even share a room with him." she said hopeful.

"For now, Y/N/N. Now it's only marriage, but soon it'll be about expanding the bloodline, you know that."

"Yes, I know." and that's the moment she started to sob. "I have no choice, Eth."

"Live with me." he blurted, making her look at him in shock. "I'll talk to my dad. We are three siblings, but we can share a bed, or I'll take the couch and you can sleep on my bed. We'll see, but please Y/N you can't marry him."

"Eth, that's so nice but I can't accept that offer. I'll be completely cut off, so I won't be able to pay for the food or the rent, or the stuff for school. And I sure as hell won't let your dad pay for me, even if he says yes."

"But-"

Y/N cut him off "That is my final word, Eth. Please, I don't want to keep talking about it. I just want to be with you and forget about everything else. Tell me about your summer."

"It was okay. I missed you like crazy, though. I kept expecting to hear your voice and your contagious laugh" he said. Their eyes met, and the room got thick with tension. There was a big elephant in the room, and he was determined to address it. "Been thinking all summer about what happened at King's Cross at the end of the year."

"I shouldn't have done that." Y/N shook her head.

"You regret it?" his voice came out in a whisper because the words she said had cut him deep.

"I didn't, until my father told me he basically sold me to Enzo." she said. "That kiss was all I ever wanted. You are everything I ever wanted, and for a few days, I thought I could have. Now, you're everything I ever wanted but can't have."

"Says who?"

"Um, my father? Enzo? Enzo's family?"

"Who gives a fuck about them?" he said bluntly. Before she could open her mouth, he continued. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Ethan of course I want to be with you, but-"

"Then be my girlfriend, I want to be with you, too." he grabbed her hands.

"I can't be your girlfriend only for a month, Ethan. That's not fair to you."

"Who says it should only be for a month?"

"You're not making sense right now. I'm getting married."

"Yeah, and I'll still be your boyfriend. No one has to know what we do."

"That's bloody crazy, Landry. What happens when I have to... get pregnant, form a family." God, the thought disgusted her but it was the truth. That was women's purpose in the pure blood community—to marry and have children.

Ethan's jaw clenched. "Don't say that."

"You said it yourself minutes ago. No matter how much we hate it, it's the truth. That is my future."

"Then let's be together until the day of the wedding" he said defeated. The word ‘wedding’ made his stomach turn. "I don't want to be left wondering what we could've been together. Let's enjoy the time we have, let yourself enjoy the freedom you have left."

Ethan was right. She was not going to let those devils ruin the last few days of happiness she had left. She could see the end even as it began. But he was standing there, so tall and handsome as hell, and he made her so happy that she couldn't refuse. "Okay."

"Yeah?" he said surprised.

Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yes. Let's do it. I want to be with you."

"Can I kiss you now? I've been waiting the whole summer."

"God, yes."

The couple exited the train with swollen lips, messy hair, wrinkled clothes and sparks flying around them.

THIRTY DAYS LATER, IT WAS TIME TO CAGE THOSE SPARKS AND LOCK THEM FOREVER. Both teenagers spent their last night tangled up together, with Ethan's hands in her hair and clothes on the floor of the room of requirements.

The memory of Ethan sleeping so peacefully on her shoulder was a memory that would follow Y/N around forever. It was going to haunt her and break her heart every single time because she would never get to see it again. He wasn't the one he was going to wake up next to, and the realization took her down. Once she was out of that door, her life of eternal sadness would begin.

"Good morning, love." his familiar voice whispered on her ear.

"Hi, handsome." she smiled sadly. "How is it that you look this gorgeous even first thing in the morning?"

"I don't know, I should ask you that." he kissed her collarbone.

They spent a few minutes in silence, holding each other. But Y/N knew it was time to go. In a few hours, she would have the weight of a ring on her finger. "Eth..."

"Just a few more seconds, please." his voice was thin, and his eyes were shut trying not to let the tears fall.

"I don't know if this is going to make things worse, but I need you to know. Eth, you are the love of my life."

"You are the love of my life, too. Knew it since the first time we met, when you jinxed that asshole who called me a mudblood."

"I'm the knight in shinning armour to your damsel in distress" Y/N joked.

"I love you" Ethan said grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles, never taking his eyes off hers.

"I love you, too." but I have to go, were the words that she didn't say but floated in the air. Ethan nodded, and she got up put her clothes on and dragged her feet towards the door, her steps as heavy as the pain in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and left, leaving her happiness behind.

ETHAN'S INVITATION HAD BEEN WITHDRAWN BY THE LOVELY BROOM-TO-BE. Yet, he was not going to let Y/N feel alone in that awful day, so he sneaked inside the church and hid in the curtains. He had a good view of the whole scene—the guests, Enzo’s snotty little family, who had chosen an awful pastel theme, Enzo standing straight in his light grey suit and the preacher behind him.

Then an organ started to play a song that sounded like a death march. Seconds later, the wide tall wooden doors opened and Y/N entered in her flowy lilac dress. Scanning the room, her eyes caught sight of Ethan and after the shock disappeared, she had to bit back a smile. She knew this was hard for him too, so the fact that he still went to support her made her love him even more.

His eyes followed her figure until she stopped in front of Enzo. On the outside, they looked great. Her dress had little grey details that matched his suit and they both were extremely good-looking. But it didn't matter how handsome Enzo was, Ethan knew Y/N wished the one standing beside her at the altar was him.

Once the attention of the people was at the front of the room, Ethan sat on the last row alone. His focus was on the beautiful bride, who was trying to mask her sadness with a fake and tense smile. He frowned in discontent. He couldn't let her become her signature, he couldn't let her live an unhappy life.

And then, he heard the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

The complete silence that embraced the room after those words was interrupted by the screeching sound of the wooden bench. It wasn't until he felt eyes on him that Ethan realized he had stood up, and then his senses came back at once. His hands were shaky and sweaty, his mouth was completely dry and his breath got caught in his throat. He could feel the horrified looks of everyone in the room, but he was only looking at her.

"I don't know what I'm doing, to be completely honest. I never thought I would ever barge in on a white veil occasion, but I can't let you do it, Y/N/N. You shouldn't be marrying the wrong boy. Please, don't say yes."

Enzo was practically killing him with his eyes, and if there weren't so many people around, he may have thrown the killing curse at him. But right now, Ethan would take every curse and jinx if it meant Y/N's life wouldn't become a hellhole.

"Ethan..." it was the only thing that came out of her mouth. Her head was spinning like a tornado.

"No, you need to hear me out" he begged. "It's going to be difficult, but we're going to get through it together. You are the love of my life, and I'm yours. Please don't marry him. Let's ran away now. I love you"

"Y/N stop this nonsense. Someone guide the mudblood out."

Before Y/N knew it, her clenched fist impacted with Enzo’s face and gasps echoed in the room. "Don't you ever insult my boyfriend again. Don't test me, Enzo. I know more dark curses than you could ever imagine, and I'd love to try them on you."

She took her heels off and ran down the aisle and into Ethan's arms. "Holy shit, that was so hot. I love you." he yelled as they sprinted out of the church hand in hand.

Y/N laughed. She felt happy, free and completely fearless. "I love you too. I'm so glad you were around when they said speak now."

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arcadia-of-pluto · 4 months ago

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Twist of Fate; Twenty Seven

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 3,883

Themes; isekai, slow-burn (smut will be in the endings <3), canon divergence

Rating; 18+ for excessive swearing

Notes; So sorry it took me so long to update 😭 procrastination has been a real bitch + I got really into writing my Caleb fic. Also, I lost the 50/50 on Rafayel's birthday event banner and wanted to Alt + F4 my life ;-; I had 39 pity from last event, so I pulled 30 times and got a double of Sylus that I already had maxed out 😞 so now if I want them new Raf card, I have to spend money. I might just miss out on this one, as much as it pains me to say. I hate to miss out on a birthday card (since I've prided myself on having all b-day cards so far), but I can't justify spending for 50 more pulls (bc my luck is bad, I know it'll take all 50 times). I'll just save my guaranteed for the next banner. In all the gacha games I've played, I've never had as much bad luck as I do in lads 😭

Anyways, I have two more chapters of this already written and once I write some more in my Caleb fic, I'll officially post it! And then I really need to work on Divisa. But ToF should be getting close to ending soon? I'd say maybe 10 or more chapters. And there will be smut, however I can't find a way to work it into the plot right now so I'm not sure if it'll come in the Epilogue or in separate one-shot fashion. (I'm also very excited for chapter 28, it's the whole idea I wanted to write this in the first place, so I hope it comes out right! I haven't written in third person in so long…)

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After Xavier left that day…after Xavier’s figure disappeared from the doorway as he left, you didn’t see him again. His ominous final words ringing in your head and you internally curse him. You’ve been constantly wishing to see him, wanting to - needing to, but alas, he didn’t magically reappear in front of you like you wished him to.

Not even when his crowning ceremony rolled around, and no one found this odd. No one spoke word of Xavier, no one told you why. It was as if he never existed.

One whole month after your light had left you, you passed the exam to join the Order of the Lightseekers. Your first step to becoming a Grandis Knight, a dream you weren’t even sure you had anymore without Xavier. But you chose to continue down this path, it was all you had.

…Seconds…Minutes…Hours...

…Days…Weeks…Months…

Years.

The King had passed away and due to Philosian tradition, there was to be a 200-year mourning period before his successor took the throne.

200-years in this dream? Nah, surely…

Year after year, fewer people of Philos cared about whether someone would be King. The seat has been empty for so long now, and the planet has been so peaceful. What need is there for a King with no conflict?

During these 200-years, no one spoke of the prince nor of the ceremony to bestow the title of crown prince.

You felt as if you were losing your mind. Every day felt the same - monotonous. No Xavier, no Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus…Anyone. Well, besides Jeremiah. Your only friend in this world, in this dream. The only person keeping you afloat during these past 200-years.

How long have you been asleep?

A few hours?

Days, even.

How would you even know?

All you could do was continue this dream and hope the ending would be sooner, rather than later.

For 200-years, you swing your sword and work your way up in the Lightseeker ranks, making your way up to becoming the Commander of an elite squad of knights. Still thinking of Xavier, still hoping he’d come back and claim his throne so that you could be by his side, as his Grandis Knight.

And today was a monotonous day.

A day you felt like you’ve seen countless times.

You were leading your squad through the depths of a forest, fighting against Wanderers for several days at this point. And when night falls, you’re alone, perched on a boulder, planning the squads next move.

“Starfall Forest has always been home to an unstable Protofield…Not a single person made it out alive these past few months. I doubt we can take down the beast.” You turn your head as you hear Jeremiah walking toward you. A flask held out in front of you and you sigh before taking it from him to drink. “You’re ruining the mood. If the best knights in the Order of Lightseekers can’t defeat it, no one can.”

The beast was a gargantuan Wanderer, a monster of unprecedented proportions. You never expected to see such a creature in your lifetime. Though, you’d only seen it from afar while scoping out the area. You planned for your squadron to take out all of the smaller Wanderers and Protocore clusters first, and then take on the beast. But if Jeremiah is feeling doubtful…

The knights can’t afford to leave without, at least, trying. If this Wanderer escapes Starfall Forest, the whole planet is in danger.

“Xavier’s Gladius Ceremony took place here…Always brooding over that. Your persistence is - No, could it be…” Jeremiah’s eyebrows furrow and he looks at you with an amused expression on his face, as if ready to tease you.

“Nonsense!” You quickly brush him off. It’s not like you led your squad here, hoping you’d find Xavier…Jeremiah was always too damn perceptive. Afterall, he was one of the best knights under your leadership and the only person you could talk to about Xavier during these 200-years. “I wonder what happened to Xavier, but I would never sacrifice my squad just for that curiosity.”

Jeremiah sighs, “No need to get upset, it’s just…with the death of his majesty, your teacher went on an expedition into the starry sea.The Ligthseekers are supposed to serve the crown prince, but that bastard Xavier…We’re all scattered in the wind. Who knows how many already abandoned their knighthood. If things turned out differently, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

While you can understand Jeremiah’s anger, there’s no use in venting about it. You shove the flask back toward him and shake your head, “Stop whining. We should rest while we can.” Jeremiah gives you a sullen look before he pats your shoulder and turns to walk away, “Will do, Commander.”

Then, silence.

You could faintly hear your squadron laughing amongst themselves before retiring for the night, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, the sweet serenade of birds, the crackle coming from the fire in front of you as it slowly died out.

Darkness.

The trees in this forest were so ancient, their canopies so thick that not even moonlight could trickle through, but you stayed awake throughout this darkness. Well, more so, you couldn’t sleep. Not when you could faintly see a white figure within the depths of the forest.

With how dark it was, you shouldn’t have been able to see anything, but for some reason, this figure was cast in a soft light.

Your gaze met before it turned to walk away.

“It can’t be…” You mutter under your breath.

You don’t care what it was. Whether this was a figment of your imagination or just a delusion from how tired you were. You didn’t care. All that mattered was the possibility that this figure was Xavier.

You jump up to your feet and race into the forest.

You knew this was obviously a bad idea. What if you get lost within the darkness? How would your squadron go on without their commander? But none of that mattered with Xavier in front of you.

“Xavier!” You shout as you run, feeling the wind whipping against your cheeks. You could see his cloaked back and his movements weren’t too fast, but it was as if he wanted you to see him, but not catch up to him.

Maybe your mind really was playing tricks on you, but…

What if this was really Xavier?

“Xavier, wait!”

You could feel your breath hissing from your lips in harsh pants, your heart pounding in your chest, and in a moment of exhaustion, you blinked - and the figure was gone.

The forest…also vanished.

You were in the center of a starry galaxy, its expanse unending.

“Ah…so it was an illusion.” A broken laugh slips from your lips and you fall to your knees, defeated. “Fuck…” You squeeze your eyes shut as more curses slip out. “Damn it!” You run your fingers through your hair as you seemingly feel yourself spiraling through the galaxy around you. Spinning and tumbling through the endless nebula of space.

Was this an illusion too? Or some effect from a Wanderer? What was going on?

Darkness overcame you. You weren’t sure which way was up and which down. If it were night or day. Dreaming or restless.

But after what felt like an eternity, you hear it.

“Y/n…It’s you, isn’t it?”

That voice…

“Answer me! Where are you?!”

Why did he sound so worried? This was all an illusion anyways.

You felt so tired. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, tongue feeling like molasses in your mouth.

“Y/n!?”

Before you could give in to sleep, a brightness stung your eyes and you recoiled back with a wince. A beam of light?

You slowly, cautiously, opened your eyes, not sure if you were worried you’d see an illusion or if you’d still be encased in darkness. As this sense of exhaustion crept under your skin, you could still hear the anxious and terrified voice of someone - Xavier? - begging you not to fall asleep, pleading for you to just wake up.

Within the void of light, you could finally see Xavier.

Head drowsily tilting to the side as you squint your eyes. Is he really here this time? A hand, your hand, reaches out to lightly brush your fingertips along his cheek. His skin felt warm. A soft gasp leaves him before he shakes his head, grabbing your hand. “You can’t fall asleep…Let’s go home. Together.”

It was like a dream - this was a dream, so a dream within a dream, perhaps? Xavier returned to you…after 200-years. You should definitely be pissed off, but you weren’t. You were just happy to see his face, to hear his voice once more.

He was…also a Lightseeker? You won’t ask questions. Though it is a bit odd that he was one even though he seemingly went missing for 200-years.

After saving you from whatever darkness you were trapped in, he took you back to his base camp - on the other side of Starfall Forest. His squad was by no means official. Different badges donned the jackets on every single knight you passed by, each from another order. Though, you wouldn’t question it. You didn’t have the heart to ask anything, to shatter your reunion with Xavier.

“To think you were actually here! We all thought you went missing.” Jeremiah scoffs with a hand on his hip. “But 200-years, seriously, is that how much we mean to you?”

“I’ve been investigating the forest for the past few years. It’s always infested with Wanderers. I believe something is afoot.” Xavier says with his hand up to his chin as he thinks. Then, he shakes his head with a sigh, “The Lightseekers hunted down Wanderers in this area only for them to be reborn…What a waste of time. I figured we attack the problem at its source. We’ll be done with it once and for all.”

A command center had been set up using various equipment. While it was a makeshift set up, it proved to work surprisingly well. Xavier stood in front of a virtual map, calmly explaining his discoveries over the years to you and Jeremiah. His voice was monotone, yet firm. You watched Xavier walk to and fro before the big screen with a heavy heart. He seemed like his old self, but also…not.

Eventually, after all the other knights cleared out, you have a conversation with Xavier, one that would stick with you. It would cement the fact that while Xavier has always been in love with you - no, the main character - he would never dare to make the first move. You would bring up that you could have fallen in love by now, and he would calmly say, “Good.” As if he would’ve been okay with that. Even though 200-years ago, he had gotten jealous over Jeremiah standing too close to you. So instead, your gaze would be drawn to the tassel on his sword. It was the same charm, but the string had been swapped out.

You would bring up how much he cherishes the tassel, then ask if he remembered who gave it to him, yet he’d quickly change the subject to his squad’s spaceship.

It seemed he was always too busy for you lately, he was actively avoiding you as if he knew something you didn’t. He must’ve been keeping something from you.

You stitch together a quick plan with Jeremiah over the next few days and decide to act it out as Xavier’s squad returns from the forest.

“Are you sure?” Jeremiah raises a brow as you get comfortable in the grass. To which, you give him a quick thumbs up and a smile, “I’m counting on you to find out the truth from Xavier. Don’t overdo it, now.” The man chuckles with a small shrug, “Unnderstood. At least I can be of some help to you after all these years.”

As you spot Xavier and his squad returning, you quickly close your eyes and rest the back of your hand over your forehead. You have to mentally fight the urge to laugh as you hear Jeremiah put on his best panicked voice as he says, “Hey - Y/n! What’s wrong? Are you having another fit again?” To hide the smile creeping up your lips, you grimace instead and furrow your eyebrows together.

“What happened to her?” You hear Xavier question, his voice almost sounding a bit angry.

“I haven’t the slightest clue. Her condition only worsened ever since she escaped the illusion. We…weren’t able to tell you until now.” As Jeremiah finishes his sentence, you finally open your eyes with a squint, noticing how Xavier’s expression became grave. “Does it involve her heart?”

Oh…poor baby is probably reminded of his previous MC. While that does make you a bit upset, you can’t exactly do anything to stop this charade since you’re practically a puppet on a string in this dream. Which is why you can’t stop the next words that leave your lips.

“Yes…!” You wince, bringing a hand up to your chest as you fist the fabric of your shirt in your fingers. “It hurts so much…Like I’m being stabbed….Some weird energy must’ve…-”

“I swear on my honor that she was crying.” Jeremiah cuts you off. Man…He really does love dramatics. Not sure why he’s swearing on his honor though, when he’s lying. As you wrestled with the urge to complain about Jeremiah’s poor acting, Xavier turns his headset on and then picks you up.

“Are you still on the spaceship? I need to borrow it. Put Operation Backtrack on hold for now.”

Operation Backtrack…?

“Yes, at this very moment.”

“No, wait, Xavier!” You begin to panic for a moment, not wanting to ruin Xavier’s plans just for a little joke. Why was he freaking out so much anyways? “It’s fine, Xavier. You don’t need to use the spaceship! Everything’s okay.” You even jump a few times to show you’re just fine, but what truly hurts your heart is Xavier’s reaction. An expression akin to a kicked puppy washes over his face as he questions, “You lied to me?”

“I…had no choice. You wouldn’t tell me anything, wouldn’t talk to me…wouldn’t even look at me.” You frown, looking down at your boot-clad feet. Then, you hear him sigh before his hand plops on top of your head to ruffle your hair, “As long as you’re healthy.”

“Were you anxious? Hmm…What did you discover? Does it have to do with someone’s heart?” You question, tilting your head to the side as Xavier lets out another exasperated sigh, “It’s all just speculation. Hence why I didn’t tell you…It’s not just a person’s heart. This concerns the entire planet. We found out the secret Philos has been hiding.”

What you learnt next, you’d never forget.

The Wanderers that Xavier killed - the ones you’ve all been killing…weren’t just Wanderers. They used to be civillains, knights…affected by Protocores and the Ether. Turned into these creatures by the unstable energy on this planet. In exchange for the planet’s longevity, the royal family sacrificed their people to fuel the core. And Wanderers would be born as a result of this. The only ones who knew of this dark truth were the royal family themselves and their loyal Lightseekers. But, for some reason, the royals stopped sending people to Philos’ heart. This should be a good thing, however…That only means they found the perfect sacrifice, one that could power the planet for longer than thousands of civilians.

A woman who could die and be reborn without end. A sacrifice who was seen as the planet’s very life force for she was the only being who achieved true immortality. The royal family was planning to send her to the planet’s heart when the time was right and, if they did so, all of their problems would be solved. Though one person stood in their way, and that was Xavier.

He was one of the only ones who felt empathy for her. For how no one asked how she felt, if she wanted to be a sacrifice - knowing that she’d be left in a hole to die and be reborn again…and again. Her duty was to save Philos because her existence works in such a manner.

This was the justification for why Xavier didn’t hold his crowning ceremony. Why he disappeared for 200-years.

After this, the topic was never spoken of again. You didn’t wonder who the woman, the perfect sacrifice was. The only thing on your mind was the ever mysterious “operation backtrack” that Xavier had mentioned. A plan that brought Jeremiah to his side, but also a plan that you knew nothing of. The only information you knew about the plan was that he, Jeremiah, and a few others were planning on leaving Philos. Leaving you behind. The trip was purely experimental, to go through time and space. No one wanted to risk losing you if the operation went poorly, so you would stay with thousands of other people on this dying planet while they looked for a way to keep it alive.

While they did successful test runs, nothing is ever perfect.

That’s when Xavier tells you the true reason he wanted you to stay behind. Well, ‘tells’ is not the right word, but he insinuates his reasoning. He speaks of how he isn’t the only one who could sit on the throne to which you remind him of what he said over 200-years ago. That he wouldn’t allow you become another’s knight nor let you stand by someone else’s side. Then, the conversation turns toward the girl who gave him the star-shaped tassel. He wasn’t wearing his sword today, but you were still reminded of it every time you looked at him.

With the soft tone in his voice, that was all it took for you to realize…She was the girl. The ‘perfect sacrifice’. The one who could die and be reborn. Your heart was in shambles, but you’re glad you’re not actually this knight version of yourself. The heartbreak of this whole situation would be too much for you, along with the embarrassment that comes afterward when learning that she was you this whole time. That you were jealous over yourself.

That’s when you decide to stay on Philos. While you staying was set in stone already, you wanted to make this decision. You would stay here to protect everyone on the planet while Xavier and his group left to find a way to revive Philos and save his love in the process. And as you voice your conviction, your heart stills as Xavier’s reply.

“The King in the legend, who leads Philos into an age of light and immortality…The wearer of the crown will instead be Queen.”

After 200-years of silence, the planet would finally greet the light of a new hope.

As you go from Knight to Queen, you take off the star-shaped badge from your jacket. The badge that signified your knighthood and placed it in Xavier’s open palm. “While I can’t accompany you myself, my heart will.”

“Is this the little star your majesty promised me all those years ago?” He has a glint of amusement in his eyes and you quickly backtrack, “Forget what I said! That tassel is really important to you, I could never dare to replace it.”

“Hmm…” Xavier hums for a moment before he decides to say something, something that you don’t quite understand. “Your majesty doesn’t need to do that. Allow me to divulge a secret…Only one person has given me a little star.”

A few weeks pass and now today is your coronation. You were never trained on how to be a Queen, what you should do, how to rule over the populous. Your knights, the Grandis Knights and Lightseekers should be by your side, but the one you truly want next to you, refuses to do so. His group, the Backtrackers, left the Lightseekers and were now regarded as traitors, so it’s clear as to why he won’t stand by your side, but…It’s frustrating.

Years pass as the Backtrackers leave for a prolonged period of time and come back empty handed. It seems they haven’t found the right time period yet.

The goal of the Backtrackers…It seems Xavier had lied to you yet again. You don’t believe they’re trying to save Philos anymore. And when you bring this up to Xavier, he stays silent and looks away. Your eyes notice something new adorning the hilt of Xavier’s sword. In place of his star-shaped charm on his tassel was the badge you gave him. He brushes your worries to the side with ease, saying that he hasn’t changed, but you’re unsure of his true goals at this point.

After he leaves, you step out onto the balcony, listening to the cheers of civilians, praising their new Queen. Your eyes dart around, searching for Xavier in the crowd, yet you don’t catch a glimpse of him. Instead, you sigh and brace yourself against the railing, thinking back to the day Xavier saved you in Starfall Forest and came back into your life.

You remember how Xavier spoke with a worried tone, words dripping with anxiety as he asked if you were hurt, if you were alright. You recall the confusion swirling around your head, the paranoia that you were dreaming, and how you stretched your arm out to touch his cheek. How he nuzzled his face into your palm. His hand reached up to grab yours, reassuring you that you weren’t dreaming. How furious you were at him, hitting him and he told you to hit him as many times as you wanted to. Hit him until you felt better. You remembered how you stood up to walk away, almost falling over in the process. Still terrified and weak from your time under the illusion. How he effortlessly lifted you up onto his back, telling you that even if you could walk, he would gladly carry you regardless. How you both looked up at the stars and reminisced about Uluru, your little planet.

And finally, you recalled how when he thought you were asleep, he promised he’d always be by your side.

But he lies.

He’s lied to you time and time again. Over and over and over again.

He said he’d take you to the new planet he discovered. He said he didn’t want to be King, but refused to let you stand by another’s side. He said he’d return when you miss him…He said when you became the Queen of Philos, he’d be your knight. He abandoned you.

Your hand clenched into a tight fist as you tear your gaze away from the dazzling fireworks that illuminate the night sky. You leave the balcony and retreat to the darkness of the cold and empty throne room.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

As you leave the balcony, a spaceship soars across the sky like a shooting star, disappearing into the night. Your footsteps echoed in the empty room. No one would be by your side. You knew, deep down, the Backtrackers wouldn’t be coming back this time.

Not now. Not ever.

Your star has left you and this time…he will not return home.

Today is a BIG update today, so i hope yall are prepared for a Divisa update, the first drabble of my Caleb series (not the moon and sun, but another one), and maybe a little poll for another one I want to work on.

This won't be that edited though, because my Tumblr is freaking the fuck out just from 3k words.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for outing my sisters (SECOND) pregnancy and causing drama

I (20f) am aware that accidents happen, but she doesn't even know the man to her (22f) first (thusly no child support is involved in this equation). Discovery of this information is due to me being the one that does the bathroom trash. It was... not well hidden, to say the least.

Pure flavor and context, our relationship would be less rocky if she had any sense of responsibility at all. From 15 onwards constantly out of money yet up the ass of every hangout/party in town, constantly trying to make it anyone else's job to keep her entertained. Has very much dropped out of college for #1.

But, actual event wise... I get to the trash can, and I'm thinking... oh god, not again. And so soon? Because baby #1 is about 10 months (male if it matters) at sending. Mom has already bent over backwards to handle this without destroying *my* attempts at college, and there's not a doubt in my mind my sister would have gladly gone "Surprise! Not my problem now🎊! " if I'd given her the space to do so.

Phrasing it like that feels mean, but it's been 98% mom doing it all. Diapers, feedings, you name it. If it's not cute enough for social media my sister has not put her hands on it. In my moms fantasy world this was to give my sister the chance to go back to the local college.

Now at first I didn't actually plan to say much of anything. It just... seemed risky in a way I didn't want the backlash for. But a friend of mine and her girlfriend were moving, and their planned roommate bailed, and I do very much have a job an can pay rent. The nitty gritty is way more complicated than that but I'm trying to not bog this down.

I waffle for a couple of days as I process the whole thing but I commit to thinking later and acting now about moving and by what's month 1.75 I'm planning what posters of mine to take/leave. There's been a second confirming test popping up in the trash.

I have to tell my mom, finally, that in three weeks to a month I'm gone. Slightly unsurprisingly, I get asked "Well, why? Why now?"

I did kind of think through it in advance, but honestly every other small reason just... left me? I choked HARD and y'all know the blank "ohshit" moment where you've got Nothing.

It was a messy conversation and I'm skipping a lot, but thankfully dad and sis were out to not hear it. She didn't fully believe me until I walked out the door to the new appartment, and it didn't end there technically, but I just sorta grey rocked it with the sole give that I think mom is going to collapse over this because she's not twenty some anymore chasing *us*, and I think mom wasn't processing it either until I was out the door.

Final stage, I've packed and am seconds from leaving. Mom asks one final question of "What exactly would you suggest here, if it's real, then" in that tone where it's not about getting real answers, it's about shaming me. She is scathingly told to make my sister homeless about it if she doesn't abort, so that it'll maybe motivate her to at least get child support if not put a stop to the slope of shitting them out like litters.

Roommates are fine thus far, but I'm introverted and don't really leave my room unless I need something so the space for conflicts are minimal. So I'm a week into the new apartment (thusly she's 3 to 3.25 months pregnant) when I get a heated, ranting phone call. I sure hope you can figure out who's calling that's *mad*.

First of all apparently I'm a cunt for taking the joy of announcement away from my, as she tried and got "We know." Because that is so fucking important for a college drop out on kid #2 to have, apparently.

More interestingly I'm apparently a double cunt because mom had been toying with asking me for rent, as my sister doesn't work either and babies are expensive. This was not aired to me by mom herself, but even if I hadn't asked her myself afterwards I wouldn't have doubted that part.

And I'm apparently a mega triple cunt, because (as I turned around to interrogate mom about because. What?) mom had a crystalizing moment where it did very much click to her that my sister had no intentions of stepping up in anyway shape or form. Why she's jumped straight to "you abort or gtfo" like I suggested to be an asshole didn't get cleared up to me beyond "No, no. You're right. Responsibility must be taken."

A different friend has asked where the fucks my dad in this; spinless with no opinion because if he dares to dissent he'll implode. Moving on.

I think that while I might have jumped sharks everyone else is now on a plane of drama that I don't need to follow, and should in fact be kept the fuck out of. I also think I've also hit an anger stage of this whole situation so trust in my own narrative should be cautious.

I'm gonna, like, pause the emotional train here? And mention that I'm not asking about moving out. I'll be guilty about moving out specifically when my sister sucks my dick for forgiveness (note my 20f label). But this has dropped an emotional bomb in the family and my friend groups interconnected enough that they'd've heard about it even if I said nothing, and this is now hotly debated (and most of my friends are on mute on my phone lol), and by now it's no secret the ''make her homeless'' idea first came out of MY mouth, no matter how mortifying it is that it was taken seriously on impulse arguing about it is about seven steps behind where the debate needs to be.

Again, I'm at the point of anger feeling good. She gets irresponsibly knocked up once already, drops out of college and refuses to get a job, and then runs off and does it again after dumping all real work onto other people. I think she's lost the right to have happy fun time pregnancy, and I'm here to get a (late) opinion from people decidedly more objective than anyone I can speak to rn. It's not like the pregnancy won't be here in the time this takes to move through queue.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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rottmntsimp · 1 year ago

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Hey! Love your writing! if reqs are open, would you be willing to write rottmnt Casey Jr x reader? Maybe something fully and/or cozy, like them having a lazy night or doing some housework or something? There’s such a drought of CJ content :c

Leisurely Love [Domestic Headcanons]

Pairing[s]: Casey Junior x Reader A/N: Finally posting after months of writer's block!! 💪 Anyway, sorry the order's a bit scattered 😅

Casey Junior

💖 - GAH I LOVE DOMESTIC HEADCANONS OK

💖 - Starting off with the kitchen <33

💖 - I've said this before in one of my earlier headcanons, but CJ does not understand the concept of good food. To him edible = food, regardless of taste or texture. "What do you mean it's burnt? It's still food!"

💖 - If you like cooking, you're in luck! He'll gladly be your personal taste tester!!

💖 - And with enough effort, care and love, my boy will be cooking you a small meal in no time!!

💖 - He definitely has a habit of hoarding things he likes

💖 - Back in the apocalypse, keeping things was a risk on its own, especially when you never know when you're gonna have to move.

💖 - But now that he's safe, my boy will keep anything and everything. You guys will probably have a drawer or two dedicated to things that remind of him of his family from back in the apocalypse, you, or just something really pretty :]

💖 - Baby boy loves gardening! Or at least getting to watch the plants grow :]

💖 - He doesn't exactly trust himself to care for them, seeing as the last few he tried to keep withered within a week.

💖 - But if you're into gardening or keep a pet plant, he'll gladly let you keep some around the house!! Hell, he might even help with planting some outside if you really wanted.

💖 - Animals, oh boy...

💖 - Personally, if not for the apocalypse, I feel like CJ would've LOVED dogs-

💖 - But due to his experience with the Kraang, some of them shaped like animals...best to say it'll take some time for him to warm up to them.

💖 - My boy has warm hands. How do I know? I just do.

💖 - If you have cold hands, believe me when I say he is never letting go.

💖 - He's not much of a cuddler, or so he claims. There's an underlying fear in his head that he might accidentally kick you or push you away in his sleep, so he chooses to instead just fall asleep facing you. It comforts him to wake up to the sight of you, messy or not.

💖 - Daily reminders that his life is not constantly at stake? Yes please.

💖 - Favorite place to kiss you? Your forehead <3 [We love a gentleman 😌]

💖 - If you're terrified of bugs, fear not!

💖 - Casey will kill them in the blink of an eye, maybe even pick them up and leave them outside if you ask.

💖 - When it comes to cleaning, he doesn't like to throw things out, as I said earlier.

💖 - He's the kind of guy to organize the mess instead of actually cleaning up. "Messy? But I know where everything is!"

💖 - When he discovers music, it's like his eyes had just opened for the first time. Help him go through this journey please.

💖 - Introduce him to your favorite artists, help him find his type.

💖 - Eventually, this will become "your" thing.

💖 - He will run over to you, excitedly rambling on about this new song he'd just listened to, before making you listen to it too, saying how "-you've got to listen to this!"

💖 - Lazy days consist of introducing him to modern culture!!

💖 - I'm talking memes, shows, films, games, everything- Hell, consider it a sleepover at this point, because my boy is willing to give anything a try. Show him the wonders of the modern world ♥

💖 - Now if we're talking about the FAR future? I'm sorry, but he does NOT want kids, adopted or not.

💖 - He saw how much of a handful they could be back in the resistance, and he'd be dead by the time he admitted wanting that.

💖 - If it's any consolation, he might become more open to the whole pet situation.

💖 - Regardless, indulge in the poor boy's hobbies and interests please. Give him some love and you're bound to get some back <3

💖 - Anyway, 11/10 roomie/partner ♥♥

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valerieredfield · 5 months ago

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Home (SilverField #8)

(the next one will have smut)

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The lights were blinding upon waking up. Fuck. My head is killing me.

"Johnny?" I croaked. Nothing. I turned my head to see Vik sitting next to me.

"Hey, kid." He smiled. That was a relief to me.

"Johnny... is he?"

"Yea, he's fine. His healing process is gonna be a lot longer than yours, but... you'll both recover. He's still asleep."

"How long have I been out?"

"A month. We... we almost lost you there for a minute. But you pulled through, you both did." Suddenly, a soft groan came from the other bed. Vik automatically moved to check on him while I tried to sit up slowly.

"Easy, V. Your body's been through a lot." Vik gently helped me get comfortable. Then he approached Johnny's bed.

"Johnny.." I smiled. Johnny's eyes fluttered open, his gaze immediately finding mine. He smiled weakly, his voice hoarse from disuse.

"Hey, Val." He tries to sat up, wincing in pain, he fell back onto the pillow. Vik quickly moved to support him. "Fuck, everything hurts."

"Yea, you've been frozen for how many fucking years?" I laughed. "Welcome back to the land of the living." Johnny chuckled softly, then grimaced as pain shot through his body.

"Too fucking long," He muttered, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. "Though I gotta say, waking up to your gorgeous face? Best sight ever."

"Lay your ass down."

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Vik kept us at that damn makeshift clinic for a month while we recovered. Thanks to modern medicine, we were able to go home fairly quickly.

As we both settled into the apartment Reed was letting us stay at, Johnny seemed much weaker than I think he expected to be. He could barely walk without getting winded, and his chrome arm looked like it was bothering him, like it was heavier than usual. He sat down on the couch, staring at his reflection in the chrome.

"Damn it."

"You okay, baby?" I asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked up at me, trying to hide his frustration behind a scowl.

"I'm fine," He grunted, flexing his chrome fingers. "Just... weak. I hate feeling weak." He muttered, his jaw clenched. "I need to get stronger."

"And you will. Vik said himself, it'll take a bit longer for you to recover due to the condition of your body." I wrapped my hand around his arm, offering it support. He looked at my hand on his arm, then up at me with a soft expression. He leaned into my touch, his shoulder slumping slightly.

"You're right," He sighed, his voice softer now. "I just... I want to be able to protect you. To keep you safe."

"Johnny, we are safe. Reed isn't gonna let anything happen to us."

"Yeah, I know Reed's watching our backs..." His voice trailed off as he looked around the apartment, taking in the familiar yet strange surroundings. "This place... it's nice, but it's not our home." He turned to face me fully, his eyes reflecting concern.

"I know, but you need to heal and recover. For now, this is our best and safest option." I brought my hands up to his face, caressing his cheekbones. "We will leave Night City as soon as we can. I promise." He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes as he savored the warmth of my hands on his face.

"Okay," He murmured, his voice tired but content. "As long as we're together, I can handle being stuck in this damn apartment for a while longer."

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The weeks passed, and I could tell they were agonizingly long for Johnny. By week 3, he was up and walking, even had his silver arm replaced with a brand new, shiny model.

He flexed his new chrome arm, admiring the gleaming metal in the light as we stood on the balcony, doused in the moonlight and the bright outdoor light. The healing process has been long and frustrating, but at least he could move around without pain now. He turned to me with a cocky smirk.

"Check it out, babe - pretty sweet, huh?"

"Mhm. The blue was a nice touch, I personally think." I pointed at the delicate blue swirls that looked like veins, running along his chrome, my fingers tracing patterns along his arm. He flexed his arm again, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah? Thought you'd like that." His expression softened, and his eyes drank up mine as my fingers traced patterns on his arm, causing pleasant tingles to run down my spine.

"Johnny." I brought my hand up to touch his face. "My Johnny." He held one of my hands, bringing it to his lips, planting kiss on my palm. I stared into those beautiful, brown puppy dog eyes. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.

"I love you."

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This H5N1 situation in the US is starting to concern me. H5N1 has been found active and infectious in raw milk & a study of dairy farms showed that half of a colony of cats which consumed infected raw milk died. https://wwwnc.cdc.gov/eid/article/30/7/24-0508_article It's showing up in Texas wastewater which could be from infected individuals, the dumping of contaminated milk, or both. It's not clear yet & dairy farms are blocking CDC access to test animals and workers. Workers anecdotally have been getting sick but because they're agricultural workers and likely largely undocumented, they have little legal recourse, no real work protections, and so it's not known if they are indeed officially sick from working with infected animals or if it's spread via human to human contact. H5N1 has a mortality rate of at least 50% in a healthy, immunocompetent population. COVID makes you immunocompromised for at least a year with the first infection. 2-3 infections render you permanently immunocompromised. The CDC is claiming that H5N1 mortality rate is 25% leaving them free to say that it's not as dangerous as people think (it's moreso) and that if (when) it becomes clearly deadly, it's only killing off the "vulnerable". That means you, if you've had COVID recently or multiple times. Whether this explodes into a fullblown pandemic or is beaten back in time is up in the air, as is COVID, incidentally. Y'all should never have stopped masking and if you did, you need to resume masking in public. It's a matter of life and death for yourself and for others around you. It's a matter of principle & it's a commitment to radical resistance to fascism. Masking is our first and best defense against airborne pathogens. COVID and H5N1 are both killed by cooking foods well, making pasteurization and proper food handling even more important, but freezing seems to preserve H5N1. H5N1 is potentially infectious for days as a fomite, depending on environment and surface it's on. UV takes about an hour to kill it, which is too slow for UVC installations (from what I understand). There are vaccines in development and the CDC has ordered 20 million doses of H5N1 vaccine but it will take months for them to be produced and it will take longer to produce enough doses for the entire population. Because so many people are now immunocompromised and do not know it & doctors don't bother to look for it, I have no idea just how effective vaccines would be, but it'll be vital for everyone able to get them and, most important, to keep masking. Had we actually rioted for COVID mitigations to continue-- instead of embracing eugenics wholesale as a society--for Biden to make good on his promises to support victims of COVID and to end the pandemic with meaningful measures, including HVAC upgrades to all inhabited & public buildings and spaces, we would be at substantially less risk now. Instead we have thousands dying every week of COVID in the US because the rich demanded it and I cannot begin to imagine how huge that number would become if H5N1 did become an epidemic. We also have politicians outright banning masks at protests, in businesses, and possibly wholesale public bans of masks. That has only become possible due to widespread acquiescence to fascism and the abandonment to isolation and death of the working poor and disabled. COVID was the "easy" mode to prepare for the pandemicene caused by the climate collapsing due to ecocidal capitalism.

#covid #wear a mask #eugenics #genocide #genocide joe #h5n1 #anticapitalism #anarchism #anarchotahdigism #ableism #death to america

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Unable to afford his apartment due to new insurance issues, Will finally gives into Connor's offer of living with him.

What started off as awkward, where will couldn't get out of feeling like a guest in someone else's home, and aware of everything around him was probably a months wage per item, it soon turned quietly domestic after a loooong shift at the hospital.

Connor: I don't even care about food, I want a shower and bed.

Will: I already showered at the hospital... I'll order in pizza?

Connor: Sure. Save me a slice.

Will: Yeah, course.

Will orders an extra large meat feast pizza, which comes with a free small garlic bread, whilst they're still on their way home. It arrives not soon after they do when Connor is in the shower.

Will takes a few slices for himself and leaves the rest in the box, and covers it up. He does like garlic bread but he's not in the mood for it, keeps it boxed up and figures whatever Connor leaves, it'll be good for leftovers the next day anyway.

Connor comes out of the shower freshly washed, in soft navy blue tartan pyjama bottoms and matching plain navy t-shirt. He sees the pizza, garlic bread and empty plate waiting for him next to it and his whole body realises it's been hours since he last ate. He takes a few slices of the pizza and a slice of the garlic bread.

Connor: Thanks for this man, I'll owe you.

Connor says it to the direction of the couch, where Will is slumped sideways against the arm of the couch watching TV.

He takes a bite and is glad Will took the initiative to order food, glad he's there at all.... and then realises he got no reply. Connor looks over properly, and, worried, slowly walks around towards the couch. Pizza on plate in hand.

Wills plate, empty save for some remnants of crust, sit on the coffee table. The man in question has his eyes closed, head resting on his hand but tilted upwards just a bit and softly snoring.

Connor would never say this out loud, but the sight is.... Sweet. If you can call a 6 foot, fully grown man sweet. Just for sleeping.

He nudges him with his free hand, thinking that they're not 20 anymore, Will will regret sleeping on the couch like this in the morning if he leaves him.

Will slowly opens his eyes and makes a questioning noise that comes off kind of whiny.

"You'd be better of sleeping in your bed, Will, trust me."

"Blow the bed, I'm sleeping here" Will mumbles in reply, and closes his eyes again.

Connor breathes in, and slowly blows it out with puffed cheeks. He puts his own plate down and makes a decision. "alright, man, but let's at least get you more comfortable".

With the expertise of a doctor that has had to move many an unwilling patient, he manovres Will into a lying down position, automatically on his side and then looks around for something to put over him.

Of course he doesn't have a throw on the back of the couch, he's a busy cardiothorassic surgeon with more money than style, and has been living in a click and collect bachelor pad for the past 10 years of his life.

His only option is to get something from Will's room. He leaves his plate of pizza in the company of a totally not sweet sleeping Will Halstead, trusting the man not to be a sleep eater, and returns quickly with the fleece liner for a sleeping bag that he couldn't find. It would do. He opens it up wide and lays it over the sleeping man, and then because he is a damn good friend, tucks it around his shoulders and behind his feet.

He looks down at a job well done, absolutely does not think about kissing the top of his friends head, picks up the plate of now cool pizza, and goes back to the kitchen.

The sleeping man sleeps on, and Connor takes a few extra minutes to put the leftovers in the fridge, minus an extra slice of pizza he took for himself. He writes on a note on the magnetic pad on the fridge "Pizza and Garlic Bread in fridge. Whatevers left is yours. Thanks man. C"

And then he takes his plate and a glass of water into his bedroom.

When Will first wakes up the next morning, he is surprised to find he is vertically on the couch and has acquired his fleece liner from the sleeping bag he lost in the move to Connor's condo. He's never been a sleep walker so his only conclusion is Connor got it for him.

He vaguely recalls mumbling something to Connor but the conversation they had is lost to the sensation of a dream you can't quite remember.

He has about 20 minutes before his alarm will go off for work, if his phone is still working and didn't die overnight through lack of charge. He turns to lie on his back, pulls the fleece higher and closes his eyes to doze the time away.

#rhodestead #pre-slash #see i have an idea which i intended to write but then i had to write this #so that the next bit makes sense #will Halstead #connor rhodes

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Like Before (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: first smut

Y/N's POV:

I have some mixed emotions about tonight. Jude is taking me out for the first time since the birth of our baby, or I'm letting Jude take me out for the first time since I've given birth should I say. It's been 2 months since I've given birth to our beautiful baby boy. Jude has been trying to convince me to go out for the past two weeks. Postpartum depression has hit me like a truck. He's planned a fun night of clubbing and dancing and getting wasted with our friends. I haven't seen them since I gave birth. He's made me pump enough milk to feed the baby for the next two days, so I'm able to drink, even though I don't really want to. (anti fetal alcohol syndrome in tis house)

"Jude, do I really have to come? You go ahead. I'll stay home with the baby." I tell him, walking fresh out of the shower. "Jobe and mum are already on the way to watch him. Jobe told me he gave up a 'hot date' to watch the baby tonight. He would kill me if I canceled. Love, it'll be okay. You need to get out of the house." He tells me, looking up from his phone. He looks so good right now. His back is propped up on the headboard with his legs stretched out, crossed over each other. He finished his shower a little while before mine. He's only wearing his boxers and I can't help but look down. "Eyes are up here, love." He says, smirking at me. "Sorry." I say, embarrassed. I turn away from him, shielding my eyes. "Baby." He extends the end of his words. He gets up and puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me around. "You've seen everything." He says, bending his knees to get to eye level with me. My hormones have been all over the place, but I brush him off and start getting ready. Jude leaves the room to occupy the baby.

I sit down at my vanity and start getting ready. I start with my skincare. First, I apply my serums, moisturizer, then primer. I then put my foundation and blend it out. I put on some concealer to cover up my very sleep deprived eyes. I contour my face. My favorite part, blush. I apply a liquid blush to the high points of my cheeks. Now for powder. I use a translucent powder underneath my eyes and carve out my contour. Then I apply powder contour and powder blush, tracing over the places I put the liquid version of the product. I let it sit for a little, then I spray setting spray. I go in with my very sparkly highlighter. Now I do my eyes. I put on my mascara and falsies. I do a dark black smokey liner. That's what made me feel the sexiest before. Now I do my lips. I line them with a dark crimson liner, and then top it off with red lipstick. I look in the mirror and sadden. I used to feel like the prettiest girl in the world when I did this, now I feel more than horrid.

I decide to leave my hair natural, mainly because I don't think I physically have the energy to do my hair after doing my makeup for an hour and a half. I simply put my products in it and diffuse it, which in itself is a task, due to its length. I put on all of my jewelry and one of Jude's t-shirts. I know his mum and brother are coming home, so I choose one that's long enough to be decent. I hear the doorbell ring.

I walk outside to meet my mother and brother-in-law. I see Jude hugging them at the door and welcoming them in. "Hello, love!!" Denise says, excitedly. It's been a while since I've seen her. She knows what I was going through, so when she found out I was going out with Jude, she was thrilled. I pull her into a hug. I then move to hug Jobe. We make some small talk before I start running them through how to take care of the baby. I trust them, but I can't help but worry. I show Jobe and Denise where we keep everything, where the milk is, how to work our unnecessarily complicated changing table. As Jobe and Denise were talking and I was listening to their conversation, Jude whispers in my ear, "Why aren't you wearing that dress I got you?" He bought me a beautiful, long, black ysl dress. It has a square neckline and long sleeves. It hugs my figure, which is what I'm scared of. The last time I was seen in something like that was before my pregnancy. I worked hard for the body I had back then, and I let it go. I deserve to let it go. I did have a baby, but the media has no mercy. "It's a bit much for your family, no?" I tell him. It's quite conservative, but it was the first excuse that came to mind. Jude made it a point to not take me too far out of my comfort zone. "You lot should get going." Jobe points out.

I go into my bedroom and change my dress and shoes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My belly is sticking out. I'm trying to remind myself that this is normal. I brought life into this world. This is a sign of my baby boy. It's hard to keep yourself confident when all you are is 'Jude Bellingham's Fat Pregnant Wife', according to headlines. "Hey, mama." Jude wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "You look so beautiful." He rubs his hands over my belly. He knows what I'm thinking about without saying it. I interrupt his sweet nothing in my ears and say, "Are you sure we have to go out tonight?" Jude simply grabs my arms and pulls me out of the room. He picks up my phone and purse on the way out. He pushes me out the door. As he's pushing me through the house I hear a series of praises coming from his mum. These two know how to make a girl feel good.

We finally get to the club. Jude ushers me through the dance floor, up to the vip section, where our friends were. We greet them and I sit down with my girls. "So, how are you and Jude?" "I'm sure your sex is amazing. It's been so long for you two." "I'm sure hes been giving it to you good lately." These girls have been drinking. It's hard being the first to have kids in your friend group. "We haven't had sex yet." I tell them. "What?!" "Why?!" They ask me. "How can you have sex with a guy you feel like you don't deserve? I've put on so much weight since getting pregnant, and he's only gotten fitter." I confess to them. "Babes, are you joking?! If anything, you've only gotten sexier. You had his baby!!" One of them says. "Jude hasn't been able to keep his hands off you since you got pregnant. He's so in love with you. Everything your body has been through is because of him and his child. Do you know how sexy that is?" Another one chimes in. "By the way, you look incredible tonight. And if anything, Jude doesn't deserve YOU." Someone says. I can't help but hide my face in my arms and turn red. I don't deserve these girls. I just pull them all in a bear hug.

"Here ya go, love." Jude places a margarita on the table in front of me. "What's this?" I ask him, looking up. "A drink." He smiles at me and walks away, avoiding me denying it. I can't help but drink. Anyone from our group who sees me with an empty drink, will automatically refill it for me. What is happening?

I'm now very drunk. Jude is barely tipsy. "Dance with me?" Jude asks me. He sticks his hand out for me to take. I take his hand, too drunk to be conscious about how I'll look. Him and I are sensually dancing to the music. He's dancing up behind me with his hands on my waist. My hips are swaying to the beat. I slowly start grinding against him. Jude starts kissing my neck. I can feel the existing heat between my legs get even hotter. I turn around to face Jude. He kisses me. At first, it's a simple drunk, sloppy kiss, but it gradually develops into a sexy makeup session in the middle of a nightclub. "Remember when we used to do this every weekend?" I say between kisses, slurring my very intoxicated words. Jude simply moans into my mouth and continues kissing me. "Let's go home, love." Jude has booked a hotel for us to stay in tonight. He wants me to truly enjoy myself. He grabs my hand and drags me into his very fancy car.

(Smut)

Jude pushes me into our hotel room and pins me against the door. He's kissing me as he slots his knee in between my legs. I'm slowly grinding on him, trying to relive myself. He puts his hands on my ass, and slowly grabs it. He bends his knees and picks me up. He's walking me to our bedroom. "You're so beautiful." He says as he lays me down on the bed. "I love you." I say as he towers over me. He takes off his dress shirt and continues kissing me. His kisses have slowed down. He knows it's been a while. His fingers ghost over the side of my dress, where the zipper is. "Take it off." I say to him. He unzips my dress and slips it off. He looks down at my body. I'm wearing some black lingerie.

"Fuck, you're perfect." He says, kissing me. He's kissing down my body. He kisses the top of my breasts. His hands reach behind me and I arch my back up, allowing him to unclasp my bra. He takes it off my body and lightly sucks on my nipples. "Hey, that's for Y/S/N" I say to him, reminding him how drunk I am. He giggles at my state. "Fuck, Jude." I moan. My breasts are so sensitive. He moves down from my breast to my stomach. He leaves hickeys on me. He's obsessed with 'marking' me.

He moves down from my stomach to my sweet spot. Jude is kneeling over me. He's working his way up my leg, towards it. I see him getting hard. I gasp, and my body tenses, then relaxes, my head resting back on the pillow. "Oh, yes... just like that, Jude." I moan, pushing up against Jude. "I'm going to cum," I cry. "Go on then, baby. Cum on my tongue." He encourages me. He sticks 2 fingers inside me, and pushes them in and out of me. "Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm cumming." I say. Ecstasy washes over me and I buck up into Jude face. "Well, fuck." Jude says, giggling. "Oh, my god." I say, my chest heaving. Him and I are slowly giggling away. He comes up to my face and kisses me passionately.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait, baby. I want to feel you inside me." His face is a few inches away from mine, and staring deeply into my eyes. "Good, baby, I want that too." He says. He lowers his head, and kisses my lips. I wrap my arms around Jude's neck, pressing my body against his. I moan into his mouth. I feel myself pulsing. Jude shifts, getting into a better position over me.

"Please, baby. Please, fuck me. I need you so bad." I plead with him. He takes off the remaining of his clothes. His hard dick springs out of his boxers. I forgot how big he is. I am so terrified. How in fucks name did I take all of him? He's about to stick it in when I stop him. "Wait. Wait. Please go slow." I tell him, putting my hands on his lower stomach. "I'll be gentle, baby." He says as he slowly stretches me out. "Oh my fucking god..." I say, throwing my head back in the pillow. He leans down and kisses me as he pushes in deeper. He very slowly moves deeper and deeper. "Fuck. I forgot how tight you were." Jude says in a groan as he pushes all the way inside me. "Fuckk!!" I yell. He kisses my neck as he stays still. He looks at me for approval. "Move, please." I tell him, getting used to his size, but not fully. I don't think I can even get fully used to him. He starts fucking me just like how he used to. He pulls all the way about me and thrusts all the way back in at a painfully slow pace. "Please fuck me faster." I beg him. "Anything for you, love." He says, fucking me at an ungodly pace. "Baby, I think I'm going to cum." I say to him. It's been a while. I forgot how good he was at this. "Cum on my dick, baby. I just want to make you feel good." He encourages me, moving faster. I pull him in by his face and kiss his lips as I cum around him.

"I love you so much." He says kissing my forehead. We're laying together, watching a movie. I look up at him and kiss him. He's cuddling me and I'm in his shirt, like before. "I genuinely think you are the most beautiful woman on this planet." Jude goes on and on about how beautiful I am and how much he loves me until I fall asleep in his arms. Jude makes me feel so beautiful.

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