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prettygirl-gabi · 24 hours ago
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Title: Only I Get to Lift You
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Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Rating: T (Teen)
Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness
Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...
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“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.
Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”
I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Paige—”
“No.”
I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”
I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”
“Nope.”
I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”
She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”
I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”
Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”
“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”
Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”
Oh, I would.
Convincing Jana had been way easier.
“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.
I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”
She smiled. “Okay, sure.”
Easy.
Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.
Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.
Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.
I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.
Something clicked.
Something possessive.
And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.
The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.
“Redo it.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”
I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”
Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”
Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.
Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”
“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”
I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”
“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.
Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”
Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.
Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.
I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”
I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.
But, honestly? I loved her for it.
The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.
The comments were rolling in within seconds:
@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”
@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”
@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”
I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”
I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.
Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”
I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”
She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”
“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”
She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”
I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”
Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”
A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her
“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”
I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.
@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”
@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”
@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”
I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”
The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.
KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”
Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”
I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”
More comments flooded in instantly.
@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”
@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”
Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”
I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”
She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.
The chat immediately went wild.
@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”
@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”
@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”
I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”
I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”
She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”
The chat was moving way too fast now.
@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”
@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”
@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”
KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”
Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”
“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.
She smirked. “Always, ma.”
Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.
I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.
The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.
@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”
@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”
@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”
I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.
The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.
As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.
The chat was a mess.
@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”
@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”
@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”
I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”
She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”
KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”
Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”
Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”
She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”
The chat lost it again.
And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.
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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶
-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️
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voracusrdr · 2 days ago
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Cannot express how much I adore how much of a difference there is regarding the well between romanced and unromanced if unromanced you'll get some slight disapproval though afterwards he sounds genuinely curious more than anything but a romanced Inky? solid disapproval and you come to to Dorian being audibly scared/upset during his (paraphrasing) "if you're not alive/okay I'll kill you" to sliding into nervous rambling over how it/you feel.
*Also* he'll stay with you even if you encourage him to return to Tevinter and come Trespasser it's made clear he's been going back and forth during the time skip not to mention how giddy he sounds at the end of the base game when you survive and how utterly gut wrenchingly sad/hurt/scared/angry/ext he is during that last trip in the eluvian to confront Solas
I hate when people complain that Dorian never tells a m!Inquisitor he loves them.
Like, ya’ll, actions speak far louder than words! Dorian legit gets PISSED at you for not immediately following him from the Fade.
He gets so worried if you drink from the Well of Sorrows.
“I don’t wanna risk losing you to a well.”
It nets a firm disapproval if you drink.
Then you have him deliberately staying at Skyhold FOR YOU (if you don’t encourage him to leave, of course).
So I don’t wanna hear it.
Dorian Pavus loves his now armless husband and they get married after Trespasser.
And they are That Couple at the party who stand in the corner and judges people’s outfits. 🤣🤣🤣
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halowishes · 2 days ago
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haikyuu players in other sports
this has been sitting in my drafts for months but here’s my random headcannons i have after seeing suncelia_art on tiktok & haazuli’s kuroo
featuring: karasuno, fukurodani, inarizaki, nekoma, shiratorizawa, seijoh (+ sakusa, my love)
hinata shoyo
swim (breaststroke). sport climbing (speed climbing). it’s hard imagining him not playing vb but i did my best.
kageyama tobio
you cannot tell me this mf does not look like a pole vaulter. sport climbing (bouldering). these are technique/ practice driven sports that i just KNOW he would eat up.
sawamura daichi
he’s giving cheerleader because he has a loud voice and is supportive. also cycling because… well. he’s caked.
sugawara koushi
ice skating. he’s graceful and would look pretty ok? BADMINTON. it just makes sense.
tsukishima kei
ROWING. with long limbs like that he barely has to try. fencing also because he’s tall and maybe alpine skiing?
yamaguchi tadashi
skateboarding. he has the face of someone who’s willing to scrape his knees. or diving. you spend a lot of time on one skill/ technique.
bokuto koutarou
cheerleader. he’s loud, strong, and gets along with most people if he’s in a good mood. WATER POLO. he’s beefy. that is my only reason.
akaashi keiji
track and field. i could see him being a medium distance runner. baseball. he seems like he has the brain for it (i do not). ballroom dancing. that one was random but i think it works. and he’d look good in a suit.
miya atsumu
AMERICAN FOOTBALL, rugby, wrestling. literally any contact sport because you can tell he spent his whole life wrestling around with samu and his friends. & if anyone has fic recs of football or rugby player atsumu… you know where to find me.
miya osamu
yes all the sports i said for atsumu but ALSO snowboarding. i need snowboarder osamu biblically.
kita shinsuke
kyudo/ long bow archery. there’s a strict routine, it’s traditional, and he has sharp eyes idk.
suna rintaro
soccer. majority of a soccer game is defense. or swim (butterfly) since he has a flexible torso.
kuroo tetsuro
lacrosse. something about kuroo is so lax bro to me. or hip hop. he has the aura of a really chill and loose guy which, apparently, to me means they’d be good at dancing.
kozume kenna
esports (obviously).
ushijima wakatoshi
shooting. he has sharp eyes. shot put bc he has the body for it. KARATE (specifically kata). he’s built like a wall i just know he would have nice angles. (also bc he’s too proper to be a boxer.)
tendou satori
f1/ racing. according to my boyfriend it’s the one that requires the best instinct! i had no idea what to put for him!
sakusa kiyoomi
shooting since it’s a solo sport. TENNIS. you barely have to touch anything, you don’t even need a team, and he already looks like a tennis ball. and fencing because it’s a rich sport and no contact!
oikawa tooru
equestrian. if he can tame any team, then he can tame a horse. DANCE SPORT! he is so charismatic and flashy it would be perfect.
iwaizumi hajime
he also really exudes volleyball to me but i could also see him playing american football or rugby.
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justnatoka · 3 days ago
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Letting go
Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader
A/n: I'll be honest. With angst, I'm always afraid that it somehow turns out more melodramatic than serious. So writing this was a bit of a rollercoaster. It has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and every time I came back to it, I was feeling different about it. At first I liked it, then not so much, then even less, at some point having no idea if it will even turn into something that makes sense. In the end, somehow it still turned into a fic I actually like. That's just what the writing process is all about I guess.
Word count: 3k
Warning: angst, bittersweet (hopeful?) ending
Prompt: “I’ll survive. Somehow I always do.”
The sudden appearance of a threat from your past forces you to make a hard decision.
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It was by pure chance that you caught his scent. He probably thought that the crowds and myriad smells of the boardwalk – the buttery aroma of popcorn, the sweetness of cotton candy, the salty ocean air and the sourness of human sweat – would mask his natural odor. And with good reason. It was the slightest change in wind direction that alerted you to his presence, a lucky coincidence that he couldn’t have anticipated. Had it not been for that, you probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all, not before it was too late. And there were too many instances of it almost being too late. He was a pro after all, he had surprised you before, and each time someone else paid the price. You wouldn’t let that happen this time.
“We need to leave.”
The casual chatter immediately died down around you, four pairs of eyes searching your face curiously. All they could find was grave seriousness with a hint of panic as you anxiously searched the crowd, looking for even just a glimpse of that familiar and dreaded figure.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Are you alright?” Dwayne’s gentle voice brought your attention back to them, their faces full of concern now as they noticed your quick and shallow breathing and shaking hands.
“No, I’m not. We need to go back to the cave. Right now.” Punctuating the last two words, you wasted no time, and headed for the bikes, quickly hopping onto David’s. Your urgent tone did the job as the boys followed close behind. David got on in front of you, your arms quickly wrapping themselves around him, seeking comfort and stability. But you knew you were rapidly losing both.
“We’ll talk about this when we get back.” His tone equaled yours in seriousness, and you felt your skin crawl with the uncomfortable anticipation of what was to come. But that was a matter for later, right now you just wanted to get as far away from here as possible. You couldn’t leave the boardwalk fast enough.
The ride back was tense. No cheers, no laughter this time, no enjoying the speed. They knew something was very wrong, your fear making them unnerved as well. You were stiff as a board behind David, always anticipating something to happen, your head whipping around in a blind search for some unseen danger. On one hand, you couldn’t wait to reach the safety of the cave, your home that you shared with your lovers for almost a decade. It has been so long. You genuinely thought you were finally safe, that you didn’t have to run anymore. And even though you wanted to get back as quickly as you could, the ride home also couldn’t be long enough. Because you knew what you had to do when you arrived. You tried to get yourself ready mentally, but felt like your world was falling apart around you too quickly. Before you knew it, you were slowing down.
After parking the bikes, you made your way down to the cave. Going at the front, you could feel their eyes on your back, you could feel the tension radiating off of David, the anxious energy coming from Paul.
As soon as your feet hit the cave floor, you headed for your nest, the place you shared with your boys. You tried not to think too much about how you have to rip yourself out of that intimate little safe haven as you started packing your stuff together.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down, sugar!” Marko’s sound of alarm alerted the others, and the next second a hand grabbed your arm, stopping your movements.
“What do you think you’re doing?” David’s eyes were swimming in emotions as you turned to look into them, confusion chased by a protective urge to eliminate the threat that had you so freaked out. And behind it all, even though he tried to hide it, you could see fear. He was scared that whatever was happening, it would change everything.
“Please let me go.” Your voice shook as you struggled to keep your composure. You didn’t want to break down, not if you really planned to go through with this.
“…are you leaving us? You’re not, right? Right?” There was hesitation in Paul’s voice and silent hoping on his face as he tried to cling to the smallest of chances that they were interpreting the situation wrong. But the moment you met his eyes, he saw the answer in them clear as day, and his expression crumbled, beautiful blue eyes already filling with tears as reality started to register to him. You knew then that your composure was out the window. Your lower lip began to tremble and you averted your gaze, not being able to look at him anymore.
“Why?” Marko’s fists were shaking as he spoke, not knowing what to do with the anger that was slowly boiling up inside him. He was angry at you, but more so at the nameless, faceless entity that caused your distress, forcing your hand to make this decision in the first place. In the back of his mind however, a small and ugly voice reared its head. His voice was a low rumble, thick with emotion as he asked, “Why are you doing this? You don’t love us anymore?”
You couldn’t hold yourself back. You dropped your bag on the floor and rushed over to him, enveloping him in a hug and cradling his head, burying your face in his neck as he desperately clung to you.
“Of course I still love you. I love all of you so much. Don’t you ever doubt that. That’s why I don’t have a choice.” Tears were stinging your eyes, but your voice was strong as you tried to reassure him with all your power, even though you knew you were breaking his heart. Even if it was the last thing you did for them, you had to make sure he understood how much they meant to you.
A hand landed on your shoulder, Dwayne’s voice resonating in your ear. “Please, talk to us. What’s wrong?”
You entangled yourself from Marko, but he was gripping your hand tightly as you turned around, fearing that you would disappear if he let go. You looked up at Dwayne, his eyes pleading with you to explain. He wanted to know the problem, so he can help you solve it, like he always did. Your gaze found Paul, then David, all of them waiting for an explanation. You knew you owed them that much.
Letting out a shaky breath, you began to talk. “There’s a hunter after me.” The declaration made all of them tense up. “He’s been following me for decades, chasing me all across the country. After coming to Santa Carla, I’ve been on edge for months, waiting for him to show up, but he never did.” You breathed out a pathetic little laugh. ”Then I met you guys, and I finally let myself feel at ease. I really thought I managed to lose him this time. That’s why I freaked out when I caught his scent at the boardwalk earlier.” Your voice strengthened with newfound resolve, steeling yourself for what you have to do. ”I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t let you all get caught up in this mess.”
David was listening to you in silence, his face growing more serious with each word. You could feel him slowly closing in on himself.
“But we could help you. There’s five of us and just one of him. With all of us together we can kill the bastard,” Marko argued, ready to go and jump into battle at you’re slightest sign of approval. Paul was nodding vehemently in agreement.
“I’ve heard that before and it never ended well.”
“You don’t even want to try? Are you willing to just throw this away so easily?” Marko was getting agitated, basically yelling at this point.
“Don’t you understand? I can’t afford to try! You don’t think I had tried to fight before? Of course I did!” Your voice was also rising in volume, desperation filling your lungs. “I fought so hard, tried to save every other vampire who gave me shelter before. The only reason they got exposed was because I was there. If I wasn’t, they wouldn’t have gotten caught up in this, and then maybe they wouldn’t have-“
A sob escaped your throat, unable to finish the sentence. You felt two strong arms wrap themselves around you as you started to shake, guiding you to the couch before all strength left your legs. You curled in on yourself as you cried against Dwayne’s chest. Gentle hands were rubbing your shoulders, wiping the tears from your face, running through your hair in soothing caresses, and through the haze of your grief and overwhelming guilt you faintly registered Paul and Marko’ presence next to you.
“I can’t lose you too, I couldn’t live with myself,” you cried in their embrace, their tender attention only making the ache in your chest ten times worse. They were so good to you, even though you were causing them so much pain.
They sat with you, whispering words of reassurance, all the while battling with their own thoughts. They didn’t want to accept this outcome where you had to leave them, even if you did it to protect them. Your presence took up too much of their lives and their hearts to just let this go.
After your sobs quietened to sniffles and shaky breaths, David finally spoke up.
“We can’t change your mind, can we?” He sounded resigned. He already knew there was no turning back to the way things were, even if the others still tried to fight it.
“You can’t be serious!” Marko turned to him vehemently.
“Marko, stand down,” David barked, the frustration evident in his voice. “Our love has clearly made a decision. We can’t force them to stay if they want to leave so bad.”
Even though this was exactly what you wanted, you couldn’t help but flinch a bit at the edge in his voice. So this was it, you thought, he was shutting you out, closing his walls around himself. You tried to ignore the little sting you felt somewhere deep inside you when he didn’t even look at you as he said it.
Marko looked lost as he turned from David to Dwayne to you, searching for any small reason he can still cling to, but found none. And he finally deflated when Dwayne added, “It’s what’s best for them.”
The silence that followed felt heavy with grief and heartbreak, and although you knew it was the best thing you could do, you couldn’t stop the constant fall of tears silently rolling down your cheeks. You heard Paul sniffle behind you where he was resting his forehead against your shoulder, breathing in your scent for as long as he could. Marko was holding onto your hand again, his thumb rubbing your knuckles in a soothing motion. You weren’t sure if it was meant for you or for himself. Dwayne pressed a kiss against the crown of your head where it was still buried in his chest. You all needed a few moments to take in each other’s presence and just exist, allowing yourselves a fleeting semblance of peace before it all fell apart.
“However.” Your gaze wandered back to David, and the look in his eyes struck something deep within you. “We let you go on one condition,” he held up a finger, and you stiffened, sitting up straighter. “You have to promise to come back.”
There was no hesitation in his voice as he said it, his gaze holding onto yours the whole time. You felt the need to blink a few times.
“I can’t promise that,” you looked at him confused. “As long as he lives I can’t come back here. I can’t risk that.”
“Promise that you will come back,” he continued, unwavering. “Do what you have to do, find a way to kill him, then come back to us.”
The way his eyes softened at that last part made your stomach flip. At the small tug on your finger you turned to Marko, his gaze full of emotion.
“Promise?”
“I can’t,” you answered, your voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. “There’s no guarantee I would even come back. I can’t make you wait for me for eternity in the hopes that nothing bad happened to me.”
“You won’t make us do anything,” Dwayne took over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You made a choice to leave, so we made a choice to wait for your return.”
You were stunned. You tried to argue with him, but in the end you just closed your mouth. They were ready to let you go, even though you might never come back, even though it was breaking their own hearts. They loved you with all they had and were still willing to let you go so you could protect them. Not just that, they were willing to wait for you.
At that moment you realized you couldn’t run anymore. You can’t just leave, find a new place for a few years to hide then go on when he inevitably showed up again. You couldn’t let this go, couldn’t let them go. You had to fight him. You had to fight him and you had to kill him. It was the only way to come back to your boys, to live in peace without fear. Because even though the souls of the dead had been eating you from guilt, these boys were still alive. And as long as they are, they will be ready to welcome you back with open arms.
You pulled together the crumbs of your hope and determination, and decided to try once again, just one last time. You nodded slowly, the whispered “I promise” hung heavy in the silence of the cave.
It didn’t take long to pack your belongings. You didn’t have much, and what you did have was mostly stuff they gifted to you: a stuffed bear Dwayne won you at a game stall on the boardwalk, a bracelet Marko stole for you off of a tourist’s wrist after you commented on how much you liked it, a mixtape made by Paul of both of your favourite artists, a necklace David gave you when you joined the pack. Your bag was filled with trinkets and memories of your shared life. It gave you something to cling onto even though the future was full of uncertainty.
You desperately wanted more time, just one more day to spend with them, but you knew you needed to move fast. The hunter was already in Santa Carla, he probably already knew you were here. You didn’t dare risk him finding out about the boys too.
They accompanied you to the mouth of the cave. Looking out over the ocean, you took a big gulp of the fresh air and let it out in a shaky breath. You didn’t dare think about how you will accomplish what you had to do, the reality of that weighing heavy in the back of your mind.
Turning around, you let your eyes wander over you lovers once more, knowing that it might be the last time you ever see them. David looked back at you with a serious, determined expression, and you decided to ignore how the shadows seemed deeper on his face than you’ve ever seen before. He knew he had to be strong right now for all of you, and you were forever grateful for it. If he had shown even an ounce of doubt, you were sure you would have crumbled, giving access to the fear gnawing at your mind.
You stepped up to him first to say goodbye. His gloved hand came to rest against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.
“When you’re done-“
“If.”
“When you’re done,” David continued undeterred, “with what you have to do, we’ll be right here, waiting for your return.”
Tears stung your eyes, but all you felt was overwhelming love for him.
“I will come back,” you whispered against his lips as you leaned in for one last kiss.
Next was Dwayne, eyes full of sorrow. You cradled his face in your hands, pulling him down, so you can press a kiss to the frown between his brows. He let out a deep sigh as you did, and you rested your forehead against his, both of you drinking in each other’s presence before you inevitably had to pull away.
Paul, always smiling, always laughing Paul was quiet. You gently ran your fingers through the messy hair on the side of his head, prompting him to look up at you. The second your eyes met, his lip began to tremble, and you leaned in to pepper soft kisses against it. His hands fisted your jacket as he pulled you closer, his mouth desperate against yours. Your heart broke a little when you pulled back, pressing one last peck on his cheek.
Lastly, you turned to Marko, who was so ready to jump into a fight for you head first, and now looked like he had no idea what to do. Before you could make a move, he threw himself at you, squeezing you against him with all his might. You hugged him back, burying your face into his shoulder, and you felt him do the same, inhaling your scent, committing it to his memory. You ignored the slight shake of his hands when he eventually let you go, instead pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead.
“What are you going to do? All alone against him,” he asked, needing some kind of reassurance that you will be alright.
You looked back at him with sad eyes.
“I’ll survive. Somehow, I always do.” It was all you could answer. But for the first time in a long while, the thought didn’t fill you with dread. Instead, something akin to hope was starting to sprout in the back of your mind. It was still a dainty little thing, but you were determined to let it blossom.
Still, as you stepped out into the night, you felt your heart break a little.
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morningstar-chronicles · 12 hours ago
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@90sl0v dropping the script because my CR cousin is making me mad and murder is wrong so i need something productive and fun to do. here you go!
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this is my paradise DR! dividers are from @/anitalenia. pictures are from god knows who on pinterest.
the premise of the DR is that my DR father (long time followers will already know but my dad is darius deamonne from the owl house) and @zzombie-shiftzz (who is my CR bestie and my adoptive brother in all my DRs) live in a beach house with me :3
sorry this post has been sitting in my drafts idk why i didn't post 😭
babe wake up new dr just dropped
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eggy-the-boy · 2 years ago
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due to my inability to fully articulate my love for this show it seems these are my main contribution to the fandom at this point. 
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nohr-selphias · 8 months ago
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"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."
"Yes... Yes, I know that."
— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission
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slavhew · 7 months ago
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jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere
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necroticboop · 2 months ago
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GARGOYLES : ↳ Types of Soulmates
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S04E05: Buck Begins // S04E14: Survivors
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outlaw!rafe x pogue!reader
c/w: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, rafe getting injured & reluctantly letting her clean him up, slightly suggestive, 18+ mdni!
wc: 2k
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It’s past midnight and Rafe is driving over the speed-limit— he said something about handling business and then more or less shoved her into the passenger seat of his truck before she even had the chance to open her mouth.  
The island sky is as dusky as the bottom of the ocean while he races through the soundless highway that reminds her of the yellow brick road; never-ending and with no certainty of what’s looming at the finish line. 
She’s sits silently, because even if she was curious as to where exactly they were headed to, she’s well aware that he wouldn’t tell her if she asked— which is why she merely lets her heavy lids flutter shut to the lullaby of the wind picking up outside the vehicle, so exhausted she falls asleep within minutes. Therefore, she’s not sure how much time has passed before she’s jostled awake to the sound of him turning off the engine in an empty parking lot. 
“Don’t even think about openin’ the door, alright?” a heavy warning lingers in his tone while he tucks his gun into the waistband of his pants and grabs a thick wad of cash from the glove compartment.  
She hums her acknowledgment, watching his actions with wandering eyes filled with questions. However, he merely offers her a brief glance before he’s throwing open the door and disappearing into the eerily serene night— leaving her alone in the dimly lit space with her nervous inhales the only thing keeping her company.  
The moment he’s gone, she tries to peer through the window, squinting in order to see where he’s run off to. However, the faint glow of the street lamps provides little to no help, which makes her tap her nails against the center console; impatiently waiting for him to return. Then, she attempts to press her ear to the window, but unfortunately no sounds other than the leaves in the trees surrounding the area reach her eardrums.  
She sighs. What if something happens? 
Realistically, she knows he doesn’t need her to worry about him but she can’t help it; no matter how terrible of a person he is, she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. Because at the end of the day, she’s not a carefully programmed robot entirely void of human emotions, is she?
The mellow memory of him reluctantly attempting to soothe her after her outburst the other day still lingers at the forefront of her mind— turning her initial thoughts about him into something softer. After all, she was certain he was going to kill her when she threatened him with his gun. However, he seemed almost entertained by her stupid bravery, opting to mock her instead of showing a single ounce of actual fear.
And she doesn’t know why, but there’s this peculiar flutter in her stomach whenever her brain decides to mull over the moment of him wrapping his big arms around her shaky form in an almost gentle manner. She wants to forget about it, wants to push it aside and simply despise him for forcing her to help him, but she can’t— can’t help the fact that even if she’s utterly terrified of him, there’s something almost fascinating about the way he’s such a polar opposite to her.
Not only is he a Kook but he’s also violent and hostile, whereas she doesn’t even have the heart to kill a bug. His demeanor is aggressive and she thought that was all there was but then he goes on and practically hugs her when she’s a trembling mess with salty tears streaking her cheeks. And she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to think of that.  
In fact, all of it confuses her to no end— disarranging her cerebrum and making foreign emotions bubble in her chest like molten lava. Or maybe she’s just touch-deprived; starving for whatever attention Rafe is suddenly offering her so generously. 
However, she doesn’t necessarily want to think about any of it right now, opting to stare out into the gloom of the night, forcing her mind somewhere else entirely when all at once, the driver’s side door slams open and her head snaps towards it; eyes startled and heart jumping in her chest at the sudden intrusion.  
“Calm down, s’just me,” Rafe mutters, sounding out of breath, his exhales harsh and chest rising and falling like a madman while he leans against the leather seat— eyes soon flitting over her tense form.
“You seriously didn’t move?” he huffs out, brows raised. “When’d you learn to listen? Should give you a treat for bein’ such a good little puppy, huh?” he lets out a chuckle with a shake of his head while she comes to the conclusion that she’s definitely craving a very specific type of attention when her thighs involuntarily press together in response to his twisted notion of praise.   
“You— uh…you okay?” she cautiously asks; an attempt to focus on something other than the warmth scattering along the apples of her cheeks.   
“M’fine,” he mumbles before starting the engine and speeding back out onto the road still sound asleep— the pitch-black sky beginning to fade into a navy blue with the dim glimmer of the street lamps illuminating their journey.    
However, when she gets a better look at him, she notices a few cuts and bruises adorning his tired face. There’s a particularly deep scrape on his cheekbone; crimson transferring to the back of his hand when he mindlessly swipes over it. “Rafe you’re bleeding. What happened?” she exclaims, uneasiness coating her voice.
“Don’t worry, okay? Jus’ had some, uh…disagreements, you should honestly see the other guy,” a lazy smirk paints over his face when he lets out a dry chuckle.  
“Do you want me to clean them up for you? Those could get infected or something.”
“S’just a few scratches, you’re actin’ as if m’bleedin’ out,” he rolls his eyes, turning exasperated.  
“M’being serious, you can’t exactly go to the doctor if those actually end up getting infected, can you?” she argues with a pout.    
“Shit, are all pogues this fuckin’ stubborn or jus’ you? Told you, s’fine,” he snaps in disdain, knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.  
“It’s not fine, though. Can you jus’…can you just let me help? It’ll take like ten minutes and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she rakes a hand through her hair in frustration because in her opinion, Rafe is the one being stubborn right now.   
“M’not worryin’ about it!” his gravelly voice suddenly thunders from his chest, making her flinch.  
“…well— I am,” her tone is quiet now, slightly regretting bringing up the topic in the first place.    
At that, he lets out an irritated sigh before he’s abruptly pulling over to a parking lot next to some gas station.
She turns to look at him with a surprised expression.   
“Don’t have all day, get the fuckin’ first aid kit from the glove box then,” he grumbles out a harsh demand.   
“O— okay,” her face begins to light up in victory as she scurries to open the compartment in front of her, rummaging through and trying to not pay attention to the plastic baggies filled with white powder or the wads of cash her hand comes in contact with. 
At last, her tentative fingertips find the small red bag she was looking for. However, when she turns to face him again, he’s not initiating any sort of movement, simply spreading his legs out in front of him in his slouched position and staring down at her expectantly.  
She hesitates. “You’re not gonna…move?”  
“If you wanna play nurse so fuckin’ bad then you have no problem sittin’ on my lap, right? Not gonna reach all the way from there, are ya?” his voice is mocking and she can practically feel the warmth crawling up her face.  
“Oh, right. Um— yeah. I’ll just…” she blinks and then she’s clumsily climbing over the console and awkwardly lowering down to his lap while he merely looks at her with a bored expression; annoyance swimming in the lagoons of his eyes as he glares at her, clearly bothered by the fact that he has to waste his precious time on something as trivial as this.
It makes her huff before she’s timidly opening the first aid kit and trying to settle down onto his lap. However, with his long legs sprawled out in the legroom, he’s not exactly making it easy for her— being petty and difficult on purpose while she takes out a clean cotton pad and dampens it with some antiseptic spray. 
“Can you just…” she trails off before gingerly taking ahold of his jaw and tilting his face in an attempt to examine the injuries.  
And to her surprise, he lets her freely maneuver his head as she pleases and despite the sting, he doesn’t even flinch when she dabs over a smaller cut on his jaw— merely lets his gaze flicker over her features, making her grow nervous under his curious eyes while she tries to concentrate on the vermilion spots on his face and not the way he’s soundlessly observing her. Or the fact that she’s currently closer to him than she’s ever been before— can feel the even breaths from his nose tickling the skin of her lower face when she leans down for a better angle.  
“So…you’re a drug dealer?” she decides to try her luck, not being able to sweep the cocaine in the glove compartment under the rug so carelessly.   
“What did I say about questions, puppy?” he scolds her instead of answering.   
“Right— sorry,” her eyes drop. At least she tried.  
And she doesn’t say anything more, instead focuses all her attention on gently cleansing the scrapes while she tries to not pay any mind to the fact that as an afterthought, this position is incredibly improper, and she’s not entirely sure why she agreed to it so easily. Upon careful consideration, she thinks she’s entirely too aware of his sturdy muscles underneath her and it’s turning her respiration more and more labored by each wipe over his skin.  
“Thinkin’ about goin’ to Guadeloupe next week,” he utters out after several moments of silence.  
“You are?”   
“Mhm, m’family has a house there,” his voice is calm, almost relaxed.  
Her brows crease in a question. “But how’re you—”
“I have a private jet,” he states as if it should be obvious. He is a proud Kook, after all.
“Right, of course you do,” she shakes her head when the corners of his mouth tug up. “How long are you gonna stay there?” she then asks while lifting her hand to swipe the saturated cotton over the deeper wound on his cheekbone.   
He shrugs. “Don’t know, ’til I figure somethin’ else out.”
She hums and then shuffles around on his lap some more, trying to wriggle upwards in an attempt to not fall. However, as she’s shifting into a more comfortable position, he suddenly lets out a low grunt from the back of his throat.  
“Shit, puppy. You, uh, you really gotta move around so much?” he murmurs, promptly resting his hands on her hips, halting her movements altogether.   
“S— sorry,” her eyes round out when she realizes there’s a slight bulge in his pants. 
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tryna get me hard on purpose, hm?” a breathy chuckle escapes his lips, amusement glittering in blue gemstones while he inspects her flushed face with intrigue.   
“Oh, no— m’not…was jus’— trying not to fall,” her words are rushed, thoroughly embarrassed as she blinks repeatedly.  
“Just, uh…stay still, yeah? Need me to steady you?” he rasps out before strong arms are holding her upright with a firm grip on her waist.   
“Thanks,” her voice is a muted whisper while she tries not to seem so affected— getting a new cotton pad and beginning to scrub off some of the dried scarlet from under his bottom lip, not daring to shift an inch after that.
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aquaregiaart · 9 months ago
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Haleth & Caranthir.
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demaparbat-hp · 5 months ago
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Oh, Lala...
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isezrahomeyet · 1 year ago
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OUR BOY IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 2 months ago
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alex + his hand’s favourite spot on miles’s ribs
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