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no pogue on pogue macking— that was the rule. but the thing about jj was that he lived for breaking rules. so there you were, the two of you on the couch in the porch of the chateau, tongues down each others throats while your friends were asleep inside. he liked kissing you, a lot. he could do it all day, and so could you, but you wanted more. needed more.
swinging a leg over his lap, you slowly pushed down on his clothes cock. jj groaned as he gripped your hips, enticing you to do it again, and again, and again. the noises coming out of him were the best thing you’d ever heard, never wanting it to stop. “baby— oh my god,” he tilted his head back, giving you full access to his neck. you licked and sucked, being careful not to leave any marks.
this was by far the furthest you’ve gone with him, and you wanted to go further. but not yet. baby steps, you told yourself. but that didn’t mean this had to stop.
you ground slow and hard, jj having to quiet himself by kissing you. he couldn’t help the noises — this was something that only happened in his dreams, and now it was real. he couldn’t believe he was feeling your warmth, even through his pants. he’d take what he could get with you.
“m’gonna come” he broke the kiss, eyes full of lust, but pleading for you to stop. you wouldn’t — you couldn’t. it felt too good. “please, i d-don’t want to” he whined, but his hips bucking up into you told you otherwise.
you picked up the pace, jj’s hands gripping onto you for dear life as his jaw hung low. he held you in place, trying to stop you from moving but he couldn’t — you were chasing your own high just as much as his, and the small, fast movements were just what you both needed to release.
he bit your shoulder as he twitched beneath you, silent moans and whimpers leaving him as he came undone. your fingers massaged his scalp as you slowed the roll of your hips, riding out the high. his hands went up the back of your shirt to trace along your skin as he leaned back.
“what’re you doin’ t’me?” his eyes were wide with.. adoration, maybe?
you blushed under his gaze, “driving’ me crazy, is what” he muttered, bringing his hand to your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss.
everything you just did went beyond the no macking rule, but neither of you cared. it would be your little secret, for now.
my first post and i’m scared 🫣 pls be kind
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What is the purpose of a sex scene? Well on a completely literal level, it is to depict a character having sex. And if you only watch films on a completely literal level with no nuance or examination, I expect sex scenes would be as pointless as eating or sleeping.
It is an interesting question though. Departing from that framing, sex scenes can convey an awfully large range of themes and messages. But, the more interesting piece of the question, which I think you are right to contribute, is where exactly do we think the messages effectiveness is enhanced by a full sex scene rather than fade to black?
I remember Oppenheimer in theaters, and thinking that the sex scene was overdone. I don't quite recall how explict it was, but it seemed over the top, and exposing a historical event which gave insight to his character was not really added to by drawing it out.
On the other hand, there are movies and shows where the full explicit sex scene is narratively important. This is not to suggest anything about the writing chops of the directors, but rather that the plot, the way it is arranged, benefits more from an explicit sex scene than fade to black.
Horror films in general, and Jason in particular, make a lot more sense to have explicit sex scenes. They are generally operating off an old fashioned puritan idea of sexuality, and the logic of the movie is that the characters brought it upon themselves for being so slutty. Which is why the virginal good girl ends up living. The sex scene is important for the message, as something for the movie to rail against. Sure, leaving things ambiguous might have implied the teens were fucking, but that is pretty weak when the subtext is that extra-marital sex is bad. Its like a movie with an anti-drug subtext, but the main character who looks like a stoner is never actually depicted lighting up.
Since Netflix is on my mind, let's talk about a couple animated shows. I've joked with friends that a lot of Netflix shows have a 'Netflix Syndrome', which I use to mean that a somewhat more lax approach to what gets greenlit means a corresponding increase in blood, murder and sex, because it is perceived to be allowed. Particularly with 'adult animation', which needs to prove to its audience that it can be a cool and grownup artistic medium, and swings the pendulum a bit far in the other direction of edginess by overcompensating.
The two shows that spring to mind here are Castlevania, and Blue-Eye Samurai. Now, Castlevania, while I did enjoy it, I think does swing heavily into the Netflix Syndrome arena. Edgy for the sake of differentiating from children's shows, to the point where it feels like overcompensating out of insecurity. There are a fair couple sexy scenes that I think were unnecessary, with fade to black being better options. Also grimderp plot twists lmao. But I do think that one of the biggest sex scenes, Alucard in the BDSM threesome, had its message enhanced by the explicit nature. Spoiler alert, Alucard is lost and directionless, opens his heart and his home to strangers to make friends. One thing leads to another, they are all in bed together, in what should be a culminating moment for him to get out of his depressive funk, see the light and joy in the world, and open up. And when he is at his most vulnerable, being tied up in a particularly kinky threesome, they betray and try to murder him, and he tries to murder them back. Now, there are other ways to write a story in which one gets betrayed while vulnerable. But if you are going to have a sex scene, the scene is better served by going through with the whole thing, instead of fade to black, which deeply weakens the impact.
Blue-Eye Samurai has a couple of sex scenes, which I think work, because the titular character has a lot to work through with regards to her sexuality. Between not being comfortable with female norms and behaviors in a still very male dominated society, crossdressing as a man 90% of the time, and having a particularly odd relationship with her sexuality as an object of desire, owing to her mixed race Japanese-European status which has people see her as a hideous abomination or 'exotic' beauty, full sex scenes exploring these dynamics I think are warranted. Particularly the one with spoiler again, her husband, and the feeling that she could reclaim a degree of femininity in being desired sexually, before being betrayed for her masculine qualities.
I'm not the biggest film buff, so I struggle to name more movies, because there are truly an abundance of movies with no sex whatsoever, and the ones with sex do utilize a lot of fade to black themselves.
"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody
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Astrology notes part ?
I've honestly lost track of it all ಠ﹏ಠ
Also a/n : it's very short cause i just wanted to get back into the swing of things. College is sucking my brain juice dry and tbh i barely get the time to come to Tumblr much less make content.
So enjoy 😃
♡ Wherever Pluto sits in the chart, it attracts jealousy and irrational emotions. For example, my friend has Pluto in 4th house, the IC is associated with home mother etc. Her mother has expressed multiple times that she's jealous of her, and sees her as a competition to her fathers affections. All of this with no actions on my friend's part.
♡ Mercury dominants or especially geminis they need to stay updated on everything thats happening in their immediate surroundings. The tv show everyone's watching ? Yeah they watch it or atleast watch recaps. The drama or gossip everyone's talking about ? They know the deets on that ish. They have an inner urge to stay connected and relevant.
♡ People always have a negative opinion about saturn. Its a karmic planet and the planet of delays and lessons. Everyone is a bit cautious around the saturn placements of your chart. But imo saturn is a harsh judge yes. But if you understand what its trying to teach you, the lessons then you'll get bountiful returns in the very same endeavours as well. Lets take me as an example, i have saturn in 7th house and my first relationship was abusive and horrible. After that the flings i pursued were all emotionally unavailable men. But once i learnt my lesson and was brave enough to imagine a life without a partner, i was blessed with my current boyfriend. Saturn forces you to confront your worst nightmares, and when you've mastered it it rewards you plenty.
♡ Sun conjunct Mercury is a powerful aspect and it manifests in different ways depending on the house of conjunction, the signs involved in the conjunction etc. But one thing in common between all of them is that these natives will be known for their speech like the way they speak. Whether it be the tone or way of putting things. It'll make people admire them for ghat specific quality and they maybe famous for their speech as well.
♡ Second house rules money, and the ways in which a person can gain money easily. Positive planets in the second house can lead to them retaining the money they make and malefic planets there can point to natives losing money easily. That being said, the planet in 2nd house can point to how they can earn money easily. Neptune in 2nd house can earn money through metaphysical endeavours such as tarot, reiki healing, pranic healing etc.
♡ intercepted houses are a menace in peoples' charts. They will create chaos, confusion and will pull the native In two directions at once.
♡Aries in 4th house or IC were either bullied or were bullies themselves in their childhoods.
♡ People with mars in first house can either have a prominent scar or a mole in their face. This can also apply to people with mars-ascendant aspects whether positive or negative.
♡ Capricorn in 2nd house people have very expensive tastes in clothing and jewellery imo. They like the "classics" - Gucci, Swarovski, Ysl, Louboutins etc. they dress for class rather than for making a statement about themselves. Neither is wrong. I am just suggesting they prefer class over expression.
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SAKUSA ANGST??????❤️
By the time Kiyoomi gets to home, the moon is halfway past the skyline and high in space, and the bright light trickles through the blinds, carving your disappointed features while Kiyoomi jumps at the sight of you, standing firmly in the living room.
"Jeez," he snickers, putting his keys on the counter. "You scared me, baby, what're you doing up-"
"I know, Kiyoomi."
His brows furrow in confusion, but behind his dark pools, you see shame. And his eyes always gave him away. “What? What’re you talking about?”
You blink lazily, “I saw Hinata. You weren’t with him. Told me you never even texted him.” You shake your head, “if you’re going to commit adultery, make sure you have all your bases covered.”
He stays silent for a moment, letting his eyes cast down and avoiding your judgmental, hurt gaze. A hand comes up to scratch the back of his head, pick at a hangnail, jam into his pockets, anything and everything to not meet your betrayed looks.
“How long?”
“Baby, I-“
“Do not pull that manipulative shit on me,” you say exhaustedly. “Don’t start with that nonsense. I want to know how long. And I want to know who.”
He finally meets your eyes, “I made a mistake-“
“No no. New couples make mistakes,” you snap, hoping that by yelling out your frustrations you won’t cry the hot tears swelling in your waterline. “We’ve been together three years, you don’t get to make those kinds of mistakes, you don’t get to tell me not to worry about one person, then cheat on me.”
When he slowly lowers his hands, guilt struck in his gaze, you feel bile rising up your throat.
“It’s… your PR manager. Isn’t it?” You chuckle. “Your “work babe”? The one you assured me was over and done with?”
“No no, you’ve got to listen to me-“
“After I specifically begged you to tell me it wasn’t true, after you assured me nothing funny was going down, after you told me you’d gone to their house to fire them-“
He looks away. Darts his eyes again. Your hands come up to cover your mouth, “oh my god… you… went there to be with them- YOU WENT THERE TO BE WITH THEM WHILE I WAS HOME? WAILING OVER YOU?!”
He says nothing to defend himself, and you scream and jump up and out of your seat, grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it. He shields himself with his arms, ducking slightly from your swings, but he doesn’t say anything. Nothing to change your mind, sway your thinking or deny, deny, deny anything.
“You lied to me!” You sob, finally losing your composure. “You lied square to my face, for what! For THEM?!”
“Baby, listen-“
“DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT, SAKUSA!” You shriek, throwing the pillow down and meeting his teary eyes with your enraged ones. “Don’t FUCKING start with me!”
He calls your name in an attempt to calm you down, extending his arms to create distance, “it was a mistake, I made mistakes.”
“And that’s a crock of shit.”
“I thought I was missing something, and I thought they could give it to me! Honest! It meant nothing, just meaningless dates and kisses to try and fill something inside that I needed, and-
“You are not helping yourself right now, Sakusa,” you pant.
“I wanted to leave them, I swear on my mother-“
“And you couldn’t manage to do that.”
“So now what?” He chokes. “So-So-So are we just done? Three years just gone?”
“Because of you.”
“I’m not going to let this happen,” he sobs, collapsing to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs. “Please, don’t leave me. I’ll fire them. You can go with me.”
“Clearly firing them isn’t going to make a difference,” you snarl. “Since your tongues been down their throat and god knows what else.” You shake him off your legs and continue to look down at him in distain, “I’ll have the boys send for my things. I’m staying with Osamu. Do not contact me anymore.” You shake him off your legs, and he looks up at you like a kicked dog.
“No-“
“Yeah, you don’t get to say no, anymore,” you snap. “Since clearly you had a hard enough time doing it for them. I’m taking control of the situation now. You will never make a fool out of me again.”
“Please,” he begs, “I hated it, I hated all of it, I-“
“Stop lying, Kiyoomi,” you shake your head. “It’s not worth it. You’re not going to sway me.”
At that, Kiyoomi stops. His eyes blink a line of tears down, his hands rest in his lap, and his bottom lip trembles. You take a deep breath, “please let Osamu in when he comes for my belongings.”
He says nothing. He merely continues to stare up at you desperately, pleadingly, and you scoff before making your way down the hall to grab your packed bag. “Unreal,” you hiss. “You are unbelievable.”
“You don’t have to leave,” he chokes. “You can stay here, I’ll leave, I’ll go to Bokuto’s, he’ll-“
“He’ll let you in and stay with him after you have the nerve to cheat on me?” You scoff. “Bokuto is not an idiot. He’s not going to just ignore the shitty things you do because you’re his teammate.”
Kiyoomi knows that if you walk through that door, you’ll never come back. You know it’s tearing him up inside, you see it in his exhausted features and you know it in your soul.
Good.
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Sevika x ambessa where fighting turns into sex 💪😍😍
“GO EASY ON ME, WILL YOU?”
pairings: Sevika x Ambessa Medarda :3 (straight wuh luh wuh)
warnings: Sevika x Ambessa (I have no idea if people hate or like this ship), the ask says it all, fighting, mentions of blood, smut, fingering (s receiving), domxdom turns into forced submission, doomed yuri, all third person view, drinking, bottom/switch sevika + power dom Ambessa :333 I’m gonna cum I swear, intentional lower case so don’t even, not actual plot so… !!THIS IS REALLY LONG IDK WHY!!, it’s not finished.
sevika, the strongest woman in zaun was at the brothel, lord it’s almost like all the time she’s in it. but, she’s only in it to keep her mind off certain things. sevika took a sip from her drink, passing out the cards for the card game she always won in. Almost as if everyone at the table knew she was some sort of cheater at the game, as if she knew all the cards in everyone’s deck for some reason.
just from across, it was ambessa. the mother of mel medarda. ambessa watched the zaunite woman pass the cards around, her gaze flicking down to the mechanical arm and hand. the mechanics of the fingers tossing the cards and shuffling them before the game so easily. she scoffed to herself and downed herself a drink once again. “That woman is going to kill me by the end of this goddamn day.” she then got up.
were all pretty sure ambessa is the tallest woman in the brothel so far, beating sevikas height by 8 inches. though, to ambessa..she definitely had some feelings for the zaunite woman, who wouldn’t?
the brothel continued to roar shouts, music, laughter and all of that from the above. ambessa would be there for like whatever reason but she’s usually around town to try local cuisines.
“hey, girl with the arm.” ambessa said, trying to get the zaunite attention. her hand waving in the air, but when she didn’t actually get the woman’s attention, she got up, walking over to her. then the taller woman of color tapped on the woman sitting in the chair, sevika paused in her tracks, “yeah?”
well..not quite expected. ambessa noticed it was actually sevika herself; the woman who she had to deal with from years before and her eyebrow raised, “come with me.”
“I’m in the middle of a ca—“
“Did I stutter?”
the zaunite stood up with a sigh, she took a sip from her beer before leaving it on the table to get up, heading her way to follow the mother of the famous Mel Medarda. “see you soon,” She called back to her group and followed the woman like a lost puppy.
after a bit of walking around the brothel, they come to a final end and stand in front of each other before ambessa moved in and grabbed sevika by her cloak, her hands swiftly tearing it off. “you know I still remember you, no?” The zaunite woman fully sighed, she pulled her cloak back and covered her mechanical arm. “Almost like every other day you’re here to fight me.”
the only thing ambessa did was give off a smirk, “maybe I’m here to fight?” in which it resulted the zaunite to groan out, “you know I’m tired.” sevika would settle down into a chair, but ambessa didn’t even bother for her to sit, she was NOT giving this poor zaunite a break. “one day i better get a god damn massage, I don’t got all of my adult years to keep kicking asses”
ambessa pushed sevika a bit and snapped at her, “don’t try to change the topic, zaunite.” the taller woman briefly stated, sevika groaning again before pushing her back, “what are you even here for again?”
“Another rematch.”
“i’m tired.”
“another rematch.”
“but I’m- ugh.”
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not even 30 minutes later the fight stopped, there was still ruthless cursing and yelling, swinging fights, cheers, people avoiding the fight and others cheering. occasionally sevika would dominate the fight first, grabbing the taller woman with both hands and pushing her down on the ground before grabbing her jaw, forcing the woman of color down on the floor to look right at her.
“you don’t learn the first time, no?” sevika asked, her mechanical hand gripping on ambessa’s chin as if demanding for an answer. the woman down on the floor was disheveled, a few cut marks across her lip and her clothes slightly torn, a small contrast from sevika who’s metal arm was completely full of scratches, her nose slightly bleeding but she wiped it off with the back of her hand. no they were NOT playing a cat fight .. “all you do is come around ask for anot—” sevika was briefly paused at ambessa grabbing the mechanical hand and pushing it away from her chin, grabbing the metal hand tightly and getting up, using her height as an advantage before roughly pushing sevika instead. sevika looked up at the woman with a raised eyebrow, “psh…again? seriously?” she scoffed, not wanting to take another fight but who said it was going to be another fight. “…meet me in the back when you’re done with those filthy games of yours. unless you most likely want yourself dead and open in the streets.”
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“meet me in the back when you’re done with those filthy games of yours.”
sevika listened, maybe the only time she kinda did. she entered the back rooms and opened the door, looking around to find ambessa, walking forward into the room and settling down at the table before ambessa appeared just behind her, the woman pushing sevika down against the table, her front pressing firmly against sevika’s behind.
“..not again.” sevika tried to push herself back up but no!!!! ambessa was definitely not letting it happen. she leaned down to sevika’s ear from behind. the insane body build covering sevika by a lot. they were both muscular and packed but…it was the size difference. “how about a little game of..this? whoever submits first is the loser, yeah?”
Of course, sevika has never bottomed out with any partners especially in the brothel with all the ladies, but would she even handle ambessa? apart of her DEFINITELY said no, but the other half yes.
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“g-go easy on me! will you?!” sevika squirmed, looking down at ambessa who’s literally eating the zaunite out, her rough hands gripping sevika’s thighs and keeping them firm and still. We definitely knew who the loser was.
ambessa’s tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, her tongue occasionally sliding down to meet her entrance and her fingers parting out her folds, also swarming the arousal from sevika all over the place. the session definitely had gotten sloppy and all messy. sevika face contorted with pleasure, her thighs shaking while TRYING her hardest to push the woman’s mouth off her. It had been orgasm after orgasm. She was never getting a break!! poor sevika :((
“I know..I’m just so, so mean to you..can’t even give you a poor break.”
She bit down on the woman’s inner thighs, making marks that were visible but not enough to inflict pain. sevika made out ragged breaths, tossing her head back on the chair while ambessa was still on her knees, sevika’s arm falling to her side and her other one covering her mouth to restrain her noises. I know damn well she was enjoying that .. her head was still thrown back while muffling out sounds, her throat full display while her adams apple was definitely there..bobbing every time she made out a muffled sound.
“killing me here..” sevika whined out and looked down, her back only arching just slightly, her chest heaving; her v line was literally covered in ambessa’s saliva and love bites. it was a top favorite part of sevika’s body ambessa herself enjoyed. “Killing you? Tsk, keep talking for me, yeah? give me some company while I ruin the fuck out this pussy.”
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A.N: NO IM NOT FINISHED ACTUALLY BUT GUYS 😭😭💔 I NEED TO POST THIS CAUSE I NEED TO. ILL MAKE ANOTHER SOON BUT ITS 2 AM. SCHLAWG PLEASE CATCH ME A BREAK TOO ??? Caitlyn post soon guys..
#lesbian#sevika x reader#sevika#arcane#sevika arcane#arcane ambessa#ambessa medarda#ambessa league of legends#sevika league of legends#sevika x ambessa#ambessa x sevika#wuh luh wuh#wlw
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Okay hear me out: the answer is honesty.
Lucanis claims to be bad at romance and flirting but then tends to be rather charming in his romance scenes.
Why is that?
I don’t think he’s flirting on purpose and just thinks he’s bad at it. I think he’s just being honest and stumbles into being suave and charming by accident. Yes, some of his lines sound very flirty, but I think taking them at face value, as Lucanis just saying what’s on his mind rather than making an attempt to flirt, makes his romance feel much more genuine.
There’s a moment in his final romance scene (that I talk about here) that solidifies this idea of honesty for me: Rook can set Lucanis up for an easy flirty sex joke when they say:
“Stay up? All night? However shall we pass the time?”
But instead of making the joke or being flirty about it, Lucanis says:
“Would you talk to me? Your voice is a comfort.”
It’s an incredibly vulnerable moment packed into a single line of dialogue. It reaffirms Lucanis’s earlier desire to spend time with Rook now that they’re here, now that they’re back. It’s also an admission of how vulnerable he feels. He’s an assassin facing the hardest contract he will ever have to complete, knowing that if he fails to (help) kill Elger’nan, then the world ends. Under all of that pressure, the one thing that he wants as a stress reliever and to calm him, ground him, is not sex or romance or any sort of grand display. All he wants is to spend time with Rook and listen to their voice.
So then, taking what we’ve learned from his last romance scene and retroactively applying it to his earlier romance scenes, you can feel how genuine and vulnerable Lucanis is when you just take him at face value. Of course he doesn’t get why Rook likes him—he’s just being himself and doesn’t think he is or has done anything special to deserve their affection.
Now compare the idea of an honest and vulnerable Lucanis to the one time he actually does try to be flirty:
He pins Rook against the wall and he’s talking all suave, but then he panics and can’t commit to a kiss. He’s certainly charming, but trying to be so alluring puts him waaaayyy out of his element. It freaks him out (in combination with his self-doubt and issues he has yet to work out with Spite at that point), and he can’t continue. And then we never see him attempt to be flirty again.
When you lock in his romance, Lucanis implies that the dessert is a form of apology. He’s doing something special, not to flirt or charm, but to apologize and make up for everything he’s put Rook through. He says that the dessert “[is] nothing. Or not enough.” He can’t figure out any other way to express his gratitude and appreciation for all that Rook has done for him, except to cook something that they might enjoy.
During a Lucanis and Neve banter, she teases him saying that “Rook is good for you” and (if you get the banter while you’re not at the lighthouse) Lucanis doesn’t take the opportunity to flirt with Rook. He just says that Neve is right.
And then at the post-dealing with Illario cafe date, the most romantic thing he says in the entire scene is him saying that he never expected to be there with Rook, “…but here we are.”
None of this is flirting, and yet when he talks, it’s still charming. Why? Because honesty is charming. It’s vulnerable and the fact that Lucanis repeatedly trust Rook enough to be vulnerable with them is why he comes across as alluring.
It all culminates to a rather impactful “I love you” at the because he’s been so honest and genuine throughout the rest of the game. He says it and you know he means it. You can see the devotion in his eyes. There is no teasing or coyness because he doesn’t know how to do that (in a romantic sense).
Lucanis himself, in all of his honesty, genuine care for Rook, and appreciation for all that Rook has done is what makes him charming. He is a violently swinging pendulum of awkward and rizz god because he’s just saying what’s on his mind. Sometimes that honesty is going to come out sounding awkward as hell and sometimes he’s going to sound like he’s jumped out of a romance novel.
Lucanis doesn’t present himself to Rook as anything other than who he is, even when he tries to hide and protect Rook (and the team) from Spite. It makes his romance so genuine. You’re not falling for flirty and suave seduction from a professional assassin. You’re falling in love with a guy who expresses his feelings through food and tells Rook the truth because he doesn’t know what else to say.
Lucanis is a violently swinging pendulum of awkward and literal rizz god. How is he so bad but the coffee date cute af, and that scene in the pantry soooo goooood!?!?!
How does his confession never involve actually saying anything or physical intimacy of any kind and just him making a dessert (before you come for me, yes, I know most of his conversations are layered with romantic subtext), then later says he loves you with his whole chest?
Why does he consistently fumble when talking about romance or giving advice when with companions, but will pull mad suave lines on Rook?
This man has no idea why you like him but will turn around and say the cutest shit and demand to snuggle.
Sir... SIR...SIIIIIRRRRR!!!!!!
Listen here, babygirl. I WILL marry you. Don't try me.
#lucanis#dragon age lucanis#lucanis dellamorte#lucanis x rook#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age#datv#datv spoilers#veilguard spoilers#you bet your ass I’m writing fics based on all of this#there’s going to be the most dramatic wedding fic you’ve ever read
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Betting Man - Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader
tags: sex bet/ cruel intentions type beat, not nsfw, teasing, friends to possible lovers, kento nanami x reader involved, slow burn bs
wc: 4.5k
synopsis: As teenagers, you and Gojo made a bet of the 'Cruel Intentions' kind, but what's crueler than time itself?
a/n: This is [somewhat] inspired by a NSFW art I saw on twitter of Gojo being more into Utahime than her him.
It was a stupid teenage bet. One you'd think of until the end of the year when you'd inevitably give up on trying to sleep with Kento.
However, Gojo would never let it go, so hung up on trying to bed Suguru that he didn't even notice your interest in him.
"If I win, I get your glasses." You joked, leaning back in the swing to look up at Satoru.
"As if you'll get far enough to pull the stick out of Nanami's ass."
You giggled, locking eyes with Satoru, his glasses sliding to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were the stark contrast of the cotton candy sunset: bright and endless compared to the end of the day.
"I'm surprised you haven't slept with Suguru yet, you're in his space all the time."
You lifted your hands on the chains of the swing and leaned into Satoru's body, your head rested just above his waist. You watched his curious eyes dip away from yours, taking in your opened jacket and dress shirt, admiring the valley of your breasts.
"I just haven't made my move yet," he managed to say, cocky. Grabbing the chains, he pulled you back then let you swing away again.
You laughed at him, using your form to gain air up. Pulling back, you kept your legs together though your skirt caught wind and you reached to tuck it between your thighs.
When you came back in Gojo's direction, he grabbed the chains again and stopped you awkwardly. "If I win, I want your skirt."
You quirked up at him. "What, why that?"
"So I can force you to wear pants for a day."
You rolled your eyes at him, kicking your feet back and forth in the air beneath the swing.
"Too bad I'll be closer to sleeping with Kento than you Suguru."
He laughed, scoffed. Once again, his arrogance showing its ugly head, you wondered why it seemed so endearing.
"I'll get it done."
You withheld a breath of disbelief. "Yeah, okay. You call me when you do."
At that, you stood up from the swing, grabbing your backpack from the ground and turning to wave Satoru to follow.
"You gonna walk me to the train?"
And that was the end of the conversation about the bet. Especially with the events that followed. Nanami previously oblivious to your crush was soon cold and distant overall.
Satoru and Suguru, you couldn't even bear to recollect what happened between them. It just left you and your nearest friend Satoru to lean on one another for support.
-
It was embarrassing to be your age and still have a crush on Satoru and Kento. You truly thought it a thing of the past, with working with Satoru for years in curse techniques and school. And for some moments it dimmed, he was holding a shield up. More cruel than he used to be in how he joked.
But it was still Gojo every time you looked at him. You dreaded the seconds he'd take off his mask and reveal his eyes, fearing that his Infinite would see into your soul and sniff out your weakness for him.
And then Kento showed up again. You personally found yourself tucking yourself behind Yaga when Nanami showed up at the doorstep of the school.
Through peeks behind the wall of the headmaster, you caught on to Nanami's metamorphosis into man. A clean-cut, straight-laced salaryman. Exhaustion caught up with him, but made him more rugged, well-knowledgable. You wondered if he ever sought out rest more than others.
It felt like you were thrust directly back into high school yourself, ducking by two men who witnessed your own puberty firsthand. With a hand held before your face, you cut in the direction of your bedroom to avoid Nanami.
You made progress down the hall and around the corner until you bumped into Gojo on the way down the corridor.
"Where're you going?" He asked, leaning in to look at your face. "You cryin'?"
You dropped your hand as you figured you were far enough from the headmaster and Kento. "No, I am not crying. I'm avoiding..."
You looked up at Gojo, met his gaze as they were hidden by his glasses. "Talking to the headmaster. He wants to know when I'll show my technique to your first-years."
Gojo shrugged, "It comes in the situation, doesn't it? They'll see it eventually."
He stepped into you, leaning his tall body over you to look around the corner. You held your breath to stop yourself from inhaling his scent; though you'd never seen him do it, you were sure Gojo bought cologne and sprayed his inside shirts with it.
The soft sky blue-white cotton of his shirt brushed against your nose as he angled his head to gather the headmaster...talking to Kento.
"So, the headmaster, huh?" He asked, and by his tone, you were ready to accept defeat.
"Yeah, a talker he is." You side-stepped out of Satoru's bubble and started walking again.
Satoru turned and started walking a slower pace than you. "So it's not because Nanami is in there?"
You froze slightly, your hands stiffening into fists but continued your stride. "Nope. Didn't even see him."
Gojo continued following you, turning another corner with you but keeping his stance casual. You were feet ahead of him but still felt him right on your heels with his accusations.
"Hasn't he aged gracefully? Aside from those eyebags, sheesh." Gojo folded his arms behind his head, kicking his feet out. Truly enjoying himself on your internal torment.
"Yep, fantastic." You were sure it wasn't coherent to his question, but to not answer him would give Gojo that power.
"I bet he'd love to see you," Gojo teased, stopping just outside of your bedroom.
You slid open the door and stepped inside, ready to shut the door after him but Gojo waited patiently over the threshold. Staring at his glasses again, you dropped your shoulders.
"What do I do, Satoru?"
He chuckled, sliding into your room to sit on the edge of your bed. "Come on, you're an adult. It's not as serious as high school."
You turned your head after him, giving him a deadpan look. "Rejection is still rejection."
Gojo raised a foot on the edge of your bedframe, leaned into his knee to rest his cheek. "Don't I know it."
You hid a roll of your eyes by shutting them, sliding your door closed. Gojo's eyes were hard to track behind his glasses, darker than before. You sat down at your desk in the corner of the room.
"I should say 'hi' at least, right?" You asked, though a new fear began to creep up that you'd be a catalyst for all of the traumatic events that Kento went through.
He'd take one look into your eyes and be flashed horrific images of his dead friends, broken relationships, curses and more sleepless nights would ensue.
You shot up from your seat. "Nope, can't do it."
Gojo chuckled at your sudden movements. "Oh, come on. What about you being closer to winning than me?"
You scrunched your brows in question at Gojo. "Winning what?"
"The bet," Gojo stated plainly, stretching his arms out before curling them around his knee. "You did say you were closer to sleeping with him than me and--"
"Satoru, that was ten years ago. I didn't mean it seriously. I was the same distance from him as to now. Plus, there's no winning." You didn't want to explain why, because you both knew. It was hung over your heads like a dark cloud the entire time.
Gojo nodded cordially, accepting your explanation while thinking of his own. "Fine, new bet then."
He was suddenly on his feet and before you as you registered his words. "You sleep with Kento, you get my glasses. I sleep with you...I own your underwear."
"What?" You asked, your voice catching in such a way that your saliva cloyed your word. "Gojo, be serious."
Gojo smiled, leaning into you and allowing his glasses to slide to the bridge of his nose. "Just a timed bet. How long can you hold out me wooing you to get with your ten-year flame?'
"Wooing me?" you scoffed, "You think you could woo me?"
"What, like it's hard?" He retorted, slamming his hand hard onto the wall directly next to your head.
He stepped in slightly, and your chest managed one solid breath of his enriching scent. You turned your face from him, lining your tongue between your lips to steady yourself.
"I'm doing it already. And I haven't even said anything serious." His voice was breathy against your ear, tempting you to turn with the warmth ghosting over your neck.
"S-s-stop," you pushed out, your body trembling under the pressure.
Gojo was away from you in a second, his hands in the air to claim innocence. "Whatever you say."
A beat of silence fell between the two of you. You regained your composure and turned to him again. "Why would you want to do that?"
Satoru stashed his hands in his pockets. "It's either you or Utahime, and you've seen how she acts."
You turned up your nose, your heart struck by his words. It felt jealous, the vines that en-capsuled your stomach and thorns to pierce your lungs. Was this jealousy, him making you his second plaything?
You cloaked a gulp with a fix of your collar. Though the words were demeaning to your ego, you were affixed into his efforts so far. It wouldn't hurt to see how far he was willing to go just for his entertainment.
You turned away from him, facing the wall behind you as you thought of your next words wisely. Eyes squeezed shut, you held your arms around your body to think of rules to abide by.
However, your thighs felt hot as you continued to think of it; between focusing on Nanami and fighting off Gojo, you were sure to be overwhelmed.
It felt that Gojo was boring into you with his Infinite, ready to dissect your very being with his boyish charms and sharp-tongue wit. You turned back around, taking in a deep breath in then out.
"Fine." You stated, opening your eyes and releasing your arms. "But I want some ground rules."
"Go ahead," Gojo smiled, crossing his arms while leaning against your opposite wall. "I'm listening."
"No public displays of any sort," you started, slashing a hand leveling the air. "I don't want your first-years to see any of your pervish behavior."
"What about your pervish behavior?" Gojo asked, bringing his thenar to rest his chin on in ponder.
You shook your head. "I will not be showing any pervish behavior because I will be discreet and adult. As you should be."
Gojo pushed his glasses up to shield his eyes once more. "Fine. What else?"
"I will not allow any skirt-tugging, hair-pulling, nibbling or licking of the sort."
Satoru's brows knitted together, peeling his glasses down to reveal his deep stare. "Save it for the bedroom, got it."
You ignored his comment, looking anywhere else but at your friend. "Since I feel like you'll lose interest in a month, we'll make it two weeks."
Satoru feigned offense at your comment, his hand bracing his chest as he gasped. "You insinuate I can't keep it up?"
But you weren't acknowledging that of Gojo. You were imagining Utahime showing up once more and Gojo tearing his eyes away from you to play with her again.
It disrupted your stomach, your mouth now acidic with jealousy. You were enveloped in your own thought, ignoring Gojo for the moment.
He was before you once again, this time taking hold of your chin to look at him. His thumb softly lined under your lip while his index stroked under your chin.
"Eyes on me, I got lonely for a second." He teased once again.
"When I win, and I will win," he began, leaning in to whisper against your lips. "I will keep you in skirts everyday to admire my prize."
You felt your cheeks blush at him, ready to wedge your hand before his mouth to keep you from kissing him. He would not win easily.
He would not win. Period.
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You gathered yourself and made your way back to the main corridor in Gojo's shadow to greet Nanami.
"Nanami!" Gojo exclaimed, something about his tone mirroring a scene you were witness to a decade ago.
His arms extended, Gojo reached out for a hug but Nanami remained stiff in his tan suit. Awkwardly, Gojo rested his arm around Nanami's shoulders and turned to you.
"Look, it's Nanami." He playfully flourished his hand just under Kento's stern-cut jaw, his hair immaculately quaffed and parted.
"Kento, it's--"
"I remember," Kento cut in, his eyes hidden by a pair of green-tinted goggles. "It's been so long. You haven't aged a day."
You stammered to respond, only holding Kento's gaze while Gojo looked between the two of you.
"You either. You seem well off," you uttered back, gesturing a hand out at his ensemble.
Kento smiled stringently. "It's really good to see you."
You softened almost immediately. "You too."
Gojo hid a roll of his eyes behind his glasses, retracting his arm from Nanami. "Come on, let's go meet my first-years."
Yaga led the way, leaving Nanami to follow and Gojo to lead up behind. He wisped after you, getting your attention from the back of Nanami's head.
Meeting Gojo's gaze, you watched as he made a 'V' with his fingers, sliding his tongue between them and flicking it at you. You turned your head to the ceiling, fearing your eyes would be honed in on the action and you'd fold.
You stared at the ceiling, wondering what you were really putting yourself into with this new bet. It was another moment to think about your next moves, your heart settling from talking to Kento and witnessing Gojo in the same room.
You steadied your thoughts, righting your head before following slowly behind the three men to learn more of the situation.
When you rejoined the headmaster and two men, you stood close behind Yaga as Yuji, Nobara and Megumi introduced themselves to Nanami.
You kept quiet, following the headmaster close behind as your personal guard though you were a teacher yourself. Less powerful than Gojo but worthy to learn from, as Yaga previously mentioned.
Arms crossed, you stood off to be in the know of the situation. You felt detached enough from the interaction itself, but close enough to be involved.
"So, when will you show me your technique?" Gojo asked, taking the space on the wall next to you.
You scoffed, straightening up from him. "You've seen it before."
"Yeah, when we were younger," he explained, leaning over your shoulder.
His hand planted itself against your thigh, and you acknowledged it with a soft breath. "But since then, I've been saving your ass. Why not show me?"
You focused harder over Yaga's shoulder, surprised the diligent headmaster wasn't aware of Gojo no longer front and center.
"Like you said, when the situation shows itself." You said, tightening your arms before your chest.
Gojo's hand slid up your leg, just under the hem of your skirt. You swatted a hand out to scold him, though he ducked his face into your neck to stifle his laugh.
"That's cute, really."
"I told you, no public displays," you scolded softly, grabbing his hand to pry it from your leg.
"Technically, we're private enough. My students can't see you, Kento is oblivious..."
"Satoru," you said, as calm as you could. "I will take this as your forfeit."
"Nu-uh," Satoru teased, his hand resuming under your skirt.
You were emboldened by his touch, channeling your racing heart to focus on Kento. Gojo's hand crept up to your hip, his middle finger lining under your panty line.
This time, you felt the heat in your body accumulate in the palm of your hand and you swatted Gojo's fingers away; your hand enveloped in a soft white glow with the heat of a meteor slammed over Gojo's and he winced at the sheer force.
Retreating his hand, you waved your white glowing hand at him flippantly. "Don't be a pest in front of your students."
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After meeting with the first-years, Kento called it a day. Gojo had mentioned to him about working with Yuji in an off-campus study and you stood patiently for your moment to speak.
"If you decide to send Yuji, why not accompany him for the day?" Kento's attention and question shifted from Gojo to you.
You raised your brows, not looking over your shoulder though Gojo did over to you. He grinned and turned back to Kento.
"I'm sure she'd love to see you in action. Show her how it's done, Nanami."
Nanami ignored Gojo, only focusing on you and your answer. You managed a nod.
"I wouldn't mind chaperoning Yuji to the city."
Kento's lips made the minute angle to smile as he straightened his suit jacket. With that, he reset his straight face and started in the direction of the door. Gojo followed after him, opening and closing the door after his friend.
Your heard his boisterous voice, him laughing while Kento's voice was measured and monotonous. Minutes passed and you made your way to the kitchen to make dinner.
Turning in that direction, Gojo ran back through the front door and curled his arm around your waist. "I've got your back. Talked you up to Nanami."
You hid a roll of your eyes, feeling Satoru's hand breeze down to cup your ass. "Gee, thanks."
Your hand found the side of Satoru's face, shoving his close face away from you. Still, he wasn't deterred with his fingers teasing under the hem of your skirt.
"Until then, I'll keep you warm," he said, grinning and leaning back into you.
His breath wafted down your neck, his forehead gently brushed against your temple. Gojo's glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his free hand going for the tie of your shirt.
"Why don't we go relax in your room?"
"Are you going to be my friend during this or are you just trying to win?"
Satoru chuckled, squeezing you tighter into his side. "Of course I am. After I win, we'll all go back to normal."
You smirked, though his words struck your feelings. Every instance you had of ever wanting to kiss Gojo, to fall in love with him was hacked to a half-life by his words.
You weren't sure what you wanted if he won. Shaking your head, you were reminded that you wouldn't let Satoru win. You had willpower to not give in to his boyish charm, especially since he was doing it because he was bored of Utahime.
"You're not going to win," you sang, breaking away from Gojo to break for the kitchen.
Gojo teasingly chased after you, tugging at the flurry of your skirt when you were finally stopped at the counter to grab a pot. "Wanna bet?" he chuckled.
He playfully bumped into you, his body pressing you against the counter as his hand braced your shoulder. You froze in his space, carefully grabbing your pot and turning on the water.
Satoru was close behind you as you attempted to boil water, his hands on your shoulders sliding down your back before bracing your waist.
"I'll make it worth your while," Gojo purred, his hands circling around you.
"Nice try," you said in a breath, raising on your toes to search the cabinets.
You felt Satoru's hands brace your stomach, his fingers catching on the untuck of your shirt before sliding his warm hand against your bare skin.
His fingers tickled along your sternum, watching you struggle to grab your ramen. When you relaxed, his fingers remained, trailing to touch the meet of your bra to your ribs. You shakily exhaled, your hand clasping over your shirt to stop Satoru's fingers from traveling further.
"Go sit and I'll fix you dinner too," you tried, attempting to reverse Gojo's fingers out of your shirt.
He rested his chin on your shoulder, his body pressing a touch firmer to yours. You felt a ridge of him fitted just against the curve of your ass, warm yet mostly benign. Your eyes tried to focus before you, feeling your pussy throb at the welcome closeness.
"I'll take you out to eat, my treat," Gojo whispered against your ear.
You stiffened your neck, rolling your head away from his warm breath. "In exchange for your win, hmm?"
Satoru pulled you into him, his fingers sliding over your bra to line the inside of your cup. "That's too easy. It's up to you..." He turned into your neck to draw his lips against your skin. "to treat me to dessert after. I'd love to taste your pussy."
You grit instantly, realizing you were getting too comfortable in Gojo's hold. Peeling out of his long arms, you dropped the pan into the sink and shut off the water. You paused at the refrigerator, turning around to face Satoru.
"Dinner, fine. But the only dessert you're getting is dango."
Gojo smirked mischievously, his eyes darting to take all of you in. He straightened up, folding a hand in his pocket. "Deal."
-
Satoru held a takoyaki on a skewer out for you to eat. It hung unevenly and you had to duck down to capture the octopus ball in your mouth.
Gojo smiled at you, holding the food trough while he folded his hand over his mouth to laugh. You chewed at hot fried ball, standing up while you blew out the hot air from your mouth.
"Good, right?" Satoru asked as you finally muscled down the molten pieces of octopus.
You nodded after a few seconds; your tongue was burnt in places but from the seasoned dough, you were impressed. Better than your kabob skewers which you ate with no enthusiasm.
"Leave it to you to cheap out on a date," you teased, opting to drink your soda to soothe your mouth.
"First date," Gojo corrected, stabbing a takoyaki and popping it into his mouth. "Gotta see if you're worth a second."
A warmth sprouted in your stomach, coiling around your spine ready to travel up. Still, you met his eyes and cut away. "How far have you gotten with Utahime?"
Gojo pursed his lips, his mouth full of takoyaki. "Not this far." He chewed, keeping your eyes. "Not yet anyways."
Every backhanded comment of his killed your interest in a millisecond; your stomach suddenly turned at the oil following the octopus ball.
You smacked your lips after your soda and started walking again down the bright night streets. "Guess you're trying out your best spots on me first?"
"Noo," Gojo drew out, following close behind you. "I'll take her to a whole different area."
You rolled your eyes at him, leaning over when he offered another octopus ball.
"But don't worry, I'll talk about you to her the whole time." He smiled as you bit off the fried dough from his toothpick; your eyes met and you pulled back to chew.
There it was again, the warmth now migrating up from your toes to not strike your heart cold again. You held your fingers before your mouth again, biting and breathing at the hot food.
The two of you kept walking, sharing food and soda, while admiring the open market stalls. After a few quips back and forth, you two tossed away your trash then started towards the train station.
While waiting at the platform, Gojo slid his arm around your waist and pulled you in. Nothing to try, just a friendly side-squeeze. You glanced up at him, noticed him already staring down at you.
In the silence, you smiled at him and he reciprocated; his eyes sparkled against the fluorescent lights and you were infatuated by their opulence.
"Tell me something," Satoru said finally, just as the train pulled into the station. "And be honest with me."
You readied yourself with another quip of Gojo's; rolling your shoulders back, you waited for his question to sting like everything else did.
"What's it about Nanamin that you like?"
Your smile dropped, seeing his do the same. You opened your mouth to explain, but was interrupted by the rush of crowd off of the train. Then you and Gojo were a part of the crowd in.
He kept you close to him, grabbing the overhead handrail while you still clung to his side. You were still silent, wanting to explain something of Nanami but unsure where it went.
"He's...straightforward. He knows what he wants, so he doesn't play...with people's feelings," you said, your voice trialing off.
You dropped your gaze from Satoru's, unsure of whether to continue. "He makes me feel heard, all the time."
Gojo said nothing else, his arm never leaving around you. As the crowd got thicker, he tightened his hold and kept quiet the whole ride back.
-
You readied for bed, undoing your outfit one piece at a time before replacing them with your pajamas. You undid your hair, brushed your teeth for bed and climbed into bed ready to let go of the day.
A knock on your door gave you pause, knowing it to only be one person. You called for him to come in, and Gojo slid open your door while dressed down in a black shirt and pajama pants.
He slid the door closed after him then shuffled across your room before climbing into bed next to you. You watched as he got comfortable against your headboard, tucking the pillow behind his head before nudging you in the knee.
Without a word, you shifted in the direction of him and sat up against the headboard. Reaching behind you, you grabbed your book and flipped it open to the last page you dog-eared.
It was as if the tension was never built; your feelings were once again stashed deep inside while you read aloud the latest book in a series that you'd gotten Gojo interested in.
He tucked the second pillow in his arms, cuddling it as he turned on his side to give you his full attention. Though you wouldn't mention it, Satoru looked good in your bed.
In a breath, he placed his hand in the middle of your book and pulled it down to look at you. You waited, staring blankly at him in the dim nightlight of your room.
Satoru pushed himself up on his elbow and leaned forward slowly; it was slow enough to not feel invaded, as if you were doing it yourself. His lips braced yours, pulling a soft sigh from you.
You didn't lean forward, only stayed in place for his hand to touch the nape of your neck. He kissed you with such gentility, you almost felt that you were dreaming.
Before you could even get caught up in the embrace of your friend, you rested a hand to Satoru's shoulder and broke away from him. It only confused you further.
"Good night, Satoru," you said after a moment of silence.
Undeterred, Satoru sat up and pat your bare thigh. "Goodnight. See you in the morning."
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𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕖𝕕
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Word count: 1,053
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Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Warnings: Possessiveness, Jealousy, fighting
Summary: When Rafe sees you hanging out with a specific pouge he gets possessive.
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Rafe Cameron prided himself on being indifferent, above emotions like jealousy or insecurity. Yet, watching you laugh with JJ Maybank on the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon made his chest tighten uncomfortably.
You weren’t supposed to be here, with him, with them. You were his. Or at least, you had been—until recently.
Rafe leaned against the railing of the Cameron dock, his jaw tight and his beer forgotten in his hand. Your smile lit up the gathering, and every time JJ leaned closer to whisper something in your ear, Rafe's grip on the bottle tightened. “You look like you’re about to snap that bottle in half,” Topper said, strolling up beside him. “Shut up,” Rafe muttered, his eyes never leaving you. Topper followed his gaze and smirked. “Oh, I see. Pogue girl hanging out with Maybank. That’s gotta sting.”
“It doesn’t sting,” Rafe snapped, but the heat in his voice betrayed him. You’d been spending more time with JJ lately, and for good reason. Rafe’s behavior had grown increasingly erratic, his moods swinging like a pendulum. One moment, he was sweet and attentive, the next, cold and distant. JJ, on the other hand, was a constant source of light. Tonight was no different.
JJ had dragged you to the beach with the rest of the Pogues, promising a carefree evening. “You need to relax,” he’d said, flashing you one of his trademark grins. “Forget about the Camerons for a while.” You hadn’t expected Rafe to show up, but of course, he had. He couldn’t resist inserting himself wherever you were, especially when JJ was involved. Rafe couldn’t take it anymore. Watching JJ sling an arm around your shoulders was the final straw. He slammed the beer down on the railing and stalked toward the firepit where you were sitting. JJ noticed him first, his grin fading as Rafe approached. “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Cameron,” JJ drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Maybank,” Rafe said curtly, barely sparing him a glance. His eyes were locked on you. “We need to talk.” You looked up at him, your smile faltering. “Rafe, what are you doing here?”
“Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing,” he shot back. “Didn’t realize you’d switched sides.” JJ stood up, stepping between you and Rafe. “Back off, man. She doesn’t owe you an explanation.”
“Stay out of this,” Rafe growled, his hands curling into fists. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“It does when you’re acting like a psycho,” JJ countered, his posture tense. “Enough!” you said, standing up and stepping between them. “Both of you, stop.” You turned to Rafe, your eyes blazing. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Rafe repeated, his voice rising. “I want to know why you’ve been ignoring me for him.” He jabbed a finger in JJ’s direction. “Maybe because you’ve been impossible lately,” you shot back. “You push me away, and then you act like this when I try to have a life outside of you.” Rafe’s expression darkened, his jealousy morphing into something sharper. “You think he’s better than me?” he demanded. “Is that it?”
“This isn’t about JJ!” you said, exasperated. “This is about you and how you can’t handle me being around anyone else.” JJ scoffed. “Yeah, because he’s a control freak.”
Rafe’s fist shot out before anyone could react, connecting with JJ’s jaw. JJ stumbled back but quickly recovered, tackling Rafe to the sand. “Stop it!” you yelled, trying to pull them apart. “Rafe, JJ, stop!” It took John B and Pope jumping in to separate them. Rafe’s chest heaved as he glared at JJ, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “You’re pathetic, Cameron,” JJ said, wiping his own bleeding lip. “No wonder she’s done with you.” Rafe lunged, but you stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. “Rafe, enough.” He froze at your touch, his anger flickering into something else—something vulnerable. You dragged Rafe away from the group, ignoring their protests. He followed you silently, his head hung low like a scolded child.
When you were far enough from the firepit, you rounded on him. “What the hell was that?”
“I—” He faltered, running a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t know. I just...I saw you with him, and I lost it.”
“That’s not an excuse,” you snapped. “You can’t just hit people because you’re jealous.”
“I know,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I know I screwed up. I just—God, I can’t stand seeing you with him. It drives me crazy.” You crossed your arms, your frustration warring with the ache in your chest. “Rafe, you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep pushing me away and then losing your mind when I’m with someone else.”
“I’m scared,” he blurted out, his blue eyes wide and desperate. “I’m scared of losing you.” The admission caught you off guard. “Rafe…”
“I know I’ve been a mess,” he continued, his voice trembling. “I know I don’t deserve you. But I—I love you, okay? I love you, and it’s killing me to think I’ve ruined this.” Your heart twisted at his words. Despite everything, you couldn’t deny the pull you felt toward him, the way he could get under your skin like no one else. “You don’t get to love me like this,” you said quietly. “Not if it means trying to control me or acting like I’m your possession.”
“I don’t want to control you,” he said, stepping closer. “I just want you to need me as much as I need you.” You looked up at him, your resolve wavering. “Rafe, I need you to prove that you can handle this. That you can handle me having friends, even if they’re Pogues.”
“I’ll try,” he said earnestly. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just...don’t give up on me.” You sighed, your anger softening. “Rafe, I care about you. But this has to change.” He nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. “I’ll change,” he promised. “For you, I’ll change.” As much as you wanted to believe him, only time would tell if he could keep that promise. For now, though, you let him pull you into his arms, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the salty night air.
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fluff request probably ooc rin googled shark facts >:3
when it comes to dates, rin prefers nice dinners at a restaurant or movies at home, not crowded areas. but you are you. you are his girlfriend, and anything you want to do, he’s willing to try once. but when you bring up how your friend gifted you two tickets to a local aquarium, and that it would be a waste to not go, rin hesitates.
though he could have told you to regift them, he knew that would disappoint you. he saw the amounts of shark and other marine merchandise in your room. hell, your room was themed like it was under the sea, and so was everything you owned. so, rin holds his tongue and smiles, agreeing that it would be a great idea. rin would much, much rather not walk around a fish exhibit with crowds upon crowds and running children squealing.
but, when he sees the sparkle of joy in your eye when you recognize a marine animal, the smile on your face widening as you excitedly list facts about the animal, rin can't help but feel warm inside.
“��and, rin! did you know that sharks actually feel like sandpaper?” you tell rin, your eyes glittery. rin hums in response and smiles, letting you go back to your rambling. you gaze at the penguins one last time before grabbing onto rin's hand and dragging walking with him towards the next exhibit.
as you two reach the next exhibit, you smile with giddiness.
"look, rin!! they have a touch tank set up– we can pet lemon sharks!" you run over to the tank, waving rin towards you. rin smiles, your excitement infecting him as well. you and rin listen to the aquarium worker's instructions carefully before settling your hands into the cold water, fingertips brushing against the rough skin of the lemon shark. you smile with giddiness, snapping some pictures that you'd post later.
"they do feel like sandpaper," rin offhandedly remarks. you turn your head towards rin, your eyes lighting up.
"how'd you know that!"
rin mumbles under his breath, "you told me just now, remember?"
you smile to yourself– you always knew rin would be listening to you, even if it didn't seem like he was.
the employee informed you, as well as the other children at the touch tank that their time was up, and to enjoy the rest of their day. rin handed you a paper towel from a dispenser nearby to dry your hands before enclosing them in his.
"where should we go next?" he asked. "there's a shark section nearby, do you wanna go there?"
you smile up at rin and swing your arm. "yeah! let's go!!"
rin holds your hand in his as he walks with you to the shark exhibits, stopping in front of the main tank and display of the aquarium. in the tank were multiple species of fish and other marine life, but the most eye-catching was the whale shark. your grip on rin's hand tightened, your smile widening.
"oh my god, rin! it's a whale shark! i didn't know they had them in here, look! it's so cool, right? look at the patterns on it's back, it's so pretty!" you exclaim excitedly, the familiar spark in your eyes reappearing.
rin feels a warmth in his chest blooming ever so slightly. he looks up in the same direction you are and remarks, "yeah, it is pretty."
you giggle at his response, like you always do. his gaze shifts from the swimming whale shark down to you, still admiring the shark.
"i think you're more prettier, though.”
bonus content !
"hey rin, where'd you get that keychain from?" charles asks innocently, pointing toward rin's sports bag. a small shark-shaped charm hung from his sports bag's zipper, staring back in all it's cute glory. rin scowls in response, snatching the bag from charles' view. unfortunately, he was one step too late.
"huh? keychain??"
"i bet it's matching with your girlfriend– you never have cutesy things."
"i wanna see! i wanna see!"
choruses of voices flooded the PXG locker rooms, all too invested in rin's keychain. he slams his locker and storms out, his face hot.
"shut it, you lukewarm bastards!"
tysm for the request nonnie hope u enjoyed this !! if u think the bonus part is too similar to the bonus part for my sae fic you'd be correct !!! i wanted to include a keychain part so that's why ^_^;; thank u for ur time reading and make sure to reblog comment & follow 4 more bangers :3 !! luv u all mwa <33
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Sorry to just kinda creep into your ask box like this but you know your shit better than I do.
So I ask you like the awkward goblin I am if you have any advice for someone trying to get into making comics? Cus like, I'm lost af and I vaguely remember you mentioning that you learned to draw from comic books.
quick correction, i got into drawing from a comic drawing WORKSHOP so i've specifically worked with professionals for whom comics are an art form and full time job.
SO! Lets talk about comics!!
comics are complicated. it's about as close to animation as you can get on a still page, so it's an art form that follows similar principles! some things to keep in mind as you read comics that may help you in your endeavors are:
-panel placement -pacing and -story
I've just flipped to a random page in this issue of mtmte (thank you alex milne) as an example
So lets break it down.
In our first panel, drift establishes the action (we are in a fight!) and he's posed in a sort of triumphant mid swing after icing two cons, taking up the majority of the panel to convey both his speed and importance. this tells us we are likely winning this fight. This also tells us drift is on a roll.
but AHA! the next panel has rodimus grappling someone. we're close in, the tension is high, this could go either way, you're leaking in to read his text, and ah, he's struggling, oh no-!
BUT THEN! SHOCK! An action has disrupted our expectation, drift has stabbed this guy in the face!! payoff!!
aaaand ahhh... release. the action is over, drift has won, the page is paid off. we take a step back, and the framing here is clearly comedic. They are standing over a corpse griping over who's kill it was, so the framing makes them feel smaller and stupider, because this is objectively a stupid argument.
see what im getting at here?
The first and last panels are splash panels, they introduce us to the action, as if we're zooming in on a shot, then zoom us out to move on to the next scene, but in the middle there are two panels that draw us into the scene, invest us in the action, because they're so close up.
when you work on a comic, consider how a reader would consume this page. is this page one they're meant to linger on? or one where the reader should be on the edge of their seat prepared to flip to the next one?
when you place the panels, you set the pace and emotion of the page like a pathway for your readers to walk down, so its up to you how the pathway is laid out!
happy comicking!
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2. the new neighbor 🥥
a/n 𓇼 hello again! enjoy and i hope yall get the oth reference at the end
summary 𓇼 after returning to the obx, you rent the cameron’s guest house; forcing you into close proximity with your ex boyfriend— rafe.
pairings 𓇼 pogue!reader x exbf!rafecameron
warnings 𓇼 not proofread, alcohol, angst, suggestive thoughts, “drunk” driving
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“maybe you still love her” topper says as he grabs his 9-iron. after your small argument, you went on your run and rafe was destined to distract himself.
now it’s 12, rafe is on his 6th beer and drunkenly playing golf with his best friend, topper.
“i definitely don’t love her anymore. that ship sailed the second she fucking left me.” rafe groans, sitting on the golf cart, “i don’t think i could ever love her again. let alone any woman.”
“that’s what i said about sarah,” topper begins before swinging, “now im with ruthie and im happy.”
rafe rolls his eyes, “you’re happy. not happier.”
“and you’re just sad.” topper shrugs, walks over, and drives the golf cart to find his ball, “you need to find someone or something that makes you happy because you’ve been in this slump for too long. it’s getting hard to watch.”
rafe rolls his eyes again, and takes a sip of his beer; but his mind keeps wandering back to you. he missed you. he could deny it to everyone else but deep down he knew.
he’d found out about your arrival when rose told your dad you’d settled in nicely. rafe stormed out of the house the moment he heard, mainly disappointed his family didn’t mention your coming to stay with them.
after that, he planned to stay as far away from you as he could, avoiding you at all cost, even if that meant moving out, but that quickly went out the window.
when he heard you getting water, he originally thought it was wheezie and he was coming downstairs to tell her to quiet it down. he hadn’t expected it to be you.
the way your hair went down your back, the way all his shirts fit you, the way your ass fit in every pair of pants, the way you smelled.
he’d missed you and never thought he’d be able to experience those things again, but the anger he felt when he saw you.. it was unimaginable.
he wanted you out of his life just as much as he wanted you in it.
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“jj put me down!” you scream as jj runs at you, picks you up, and jumps off the deck into the lake. quickly, you both resurface, and he’s laughing.
“sorry y/n. i’ve just missed you.”
after your run, you and sarah drove over to “the cut”, the south side of kildare island; where you’re from.
your parents were never the richest, but they always made it work. you adored that about them. no matter what the circumstances were, they made it happen.
“i’ve missed you too j” you admit, moving your hair out of your face.
you’d met “the core four” or jj, kie, john b, and pope in middle school. you’d had ever class with pope, and eventually you joined their clique. they quickly became your best friends.
“how was new york? plan on going back?”
“trying to get rid of her already j?” kie begins as she walks towards the dock, “she just got back.”
“never baby.” jj mumbles as he swims over towards the dock, pulling himself up. seeing them together makes you smile, considering jj has always liked kie.
“i got drinks!” a voice yells from the chateau, john b’s house.
the three of you look up to see john b with two brown unlabeled bags, sarah following closely beside him, and pope and cleo walking hand in hand towards the dock.
kie and jj run over excitedly as you get out of the water. the sight of the three couples makes your heart heavy.
your feelings for rafe were still so strong, but the breakup was for the best, and you strongly believed so.
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around 10pm, you and sarah head back to tanneyhill, both of you slightly drunk but sober enough to drive.
once you make it back, sarah quickly goes up to her room, telling you goodnight.
you smile as she leaves, and walks towards the guest house.
“y/n!” a deep voice says from behind you and you automatically know it’s rafe.
you turn around, sternly. “hm?”
he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. his longer hair he had when you two dated was now replaced by a buzz cut and you couldn’t lie: he looked good.
“where ‘ave you been?” he ask, stumbling over his words.
“i was with sarah down in figure 8.” you start, stepping towards him slightly amused, “are you drunk rafe?”
“i had like 1,” he begins counting on his fingers, “2,3,4,4…9 drinks maybe.”
“hm” you grab his hand, “cmon”
you drag him into his house, immediately heading upstairs to his room. upon entering, you immediately notice how dark it is. not because of the lights being off but because of his blue walls.
“your walls…” you stutter and turn the lights on.
“yup.” rafe says and he sounds as sober as ever.
“why’d you paint them?”
“got ‘ired of the white.” he groans as he flops down onto his bed; quickly drifting off.
you rummage through his drawers, grabbing a tshirt and shorts, and slowly changed his clothes. after you do your best to tuck him into bed, trying not to wake up.
once done you turn off his lights and walk towards the door. just as you open it rafe says, “y/n?”
“yeah?”
“i hate you.” he says coldly, and turns over, his back facing you.
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Aemond Targaryen x Strong/Targ! Reader
18+, sex, miscarriage, grief, injuries, death
This is not a loving fanfic
Brown hair fell past her face, sticking uncomfortably to her forehead and neck as she tucked her chin against her chest. Her fingers digging into the concrete wall, dirt digging into the skin under her nails and blood rimming her cuticles, each deep breath stung her lungs.
"Well isn't this a pitiful sight." Aemond's voice grated against her ears as he stood at the end of the corridor, Y/n digging her chipped nails into the concrete and spitting out the pooled blood onto the ground, raising her head to look at him. Blood dripped down her forehead and onto her eye as she glared at his figure, a smirk on his face, sword drawn and ready. Pushing off the wall Y/n placed a hand against the wound on her side, her kidneys screaming in pain and muscles spasming as she held her sword.
"Not so strong now are you Y/n." The words were spat from his mouth as he walked closer, Y/n laughing as she raised her sword towards him, pointing at his face.
"I will be taking your other eye to hell with me if it is the last thing i do. Your mother can cry over her eyeless boy once more." Her lips curled into a cruel smile as Aemond sneered at her, his sword swinging in a circle around his hand.
"If my Brother did not demand you were brought back then i would happily slice you through where you stand. But i much prefer watching you suffer by his side slowly dying inside than a quick and easy death." Y/n glared at him as he stepped closer, his sword in a defensive position as Y/n cracked her neck.
"And yet you call me pitiful? You rush around trying to stop his tantrums. You are a glorified wet-nurse." Y/n laughed as she shook her head, inhaling a deep breath and closing her eyes for a split second in pain. Opening them to stare at Aemond as she parted her legs, bending her knees and bouncing slightly in anticipation.
"This has been a fun back and forth but i am not going back." Aemond chuckled as he began walking closer.
"I doubt you could even swing that sword before you bleed out on the ground." Aemond narrowed his eye as Y/n's eyebrow twitched.
"Shall we test that theory?"
Three years earlier
"My darling, what is wrong?" Aegon's voice was sweet, sickly even, as he whispered in her ear. Her body shivering in disgust as his hand pulled her hair from her neck to get closer, hot breath against her skin, penetrating her pours with his smell.
"You are too close." Y/n snipped back, pulled her head away, her hair slipping from his hand as he pouted and turned back to his drink. Y/n clutching her own cup until her fingers ached and begged her to loosen her grip, her eyes staying on Aemond as he smirked at her. His arrogant expression making her wish to slam the cup against his skull and watch his blood fill it until it overflowed.
Y/n excused herself, happy Aegon was drunk and a maid had taken his fancy allowing her some reprieve for atleast a night from his continuous need for her attention. Her hand reaching her bed chamber door when she heard his voice.
"Leaving your husband so soon?" Y/n turned and leant her body against the door as she watched Aemond close in.
"He has taken a fancy to that little maid and who am i to stop him?" Aemond slammed his hand beside her head, watching her closely for any sign of fear, his lips curling into an arrogant smile as he tilted his head.
"Perhaps you are rushing off to a lover of your own to have bastards just like your mother." He spat out the last word, Y/n scowling as her hands grabbed the fabric of his coat and used her body weight to push the door open, Aemond's eye widening as he was shoved against the wall inside the room. Y/n pressed her body against him, her face tilted up to meet his eyes.
"I suggest you watch your tongue Uncle, it is not wise to spite those who could harm you." Her voice barely above a whisper before his mouth locked onto her own, a moan escaping her throat as he grabbed at her body. Hands on thighs as he hoisted her into the air, her fingers delving into his silky hair and tugging at the root. A groan leaving his throat as he dropped onto the bed, his weight pressing her into the fabric, hands hurriedly bunching up her dress and forcing his own trousers down. Parting for a moment before he plunged into her cunt, Y/n moaning at the painful stretch, one of her hands wrapping around his throat to tug him back to her lips. His own moans mixing into the kiss as he thrust in and out, her hips pinned beneath his own. Her hand pressing further into his throat as his hands dug into the sheets beside her head, his head dropping back as he felt her cunt clench around him, every move sinfully dragging her walls around his cock. His hips snapping against hers as she dug her heels into his butt and pushed him deeper, the hand on his throat pushing his head back as he relished in her grip.
Y/n felt her stomach warm and his thrusts grow deeper, every thrust pushing a mewl from her throat and a groan from his that vibrated against her fingers. Her other hand slipping from his hair to grip him arm, swiping his elbow out from under him and throwing him onto his back. Her body barely disconnecting from his own before her legs bounced up and down, a choked moan leaving his throat as she pressed down with her weight. His hands finding her hips and slamming her down onto his cock as he watched her take him. Y/n could hear and feel his arousal peaking, her eyes open and watching him as he drowned in his lust, his grip digging into her dress to cling to her skin under it. Rolling her hips she let out a moan and lifted off his cock, his chest rumbling as he came over her thighs and his lower stomach. Her hands leaving his body as she dropped onto the bed next to him, both panting before she got up and went to the door, opening it quickly before hurrying him out.
"This is the last time Aemond." A glare back on her face as he tucked himself into his trousers and stood before her, towering over her before humming. The door closing behind him as Y/n let out a sigh and rushed to clean herself from him.
A year later
"Aegon Targaryen is the true heir to the iron throne." Criston's words echoed through the grand hall, Y/n kept her head turned away from the ceremony, Aemond next to her as he gripped her arm painfully behind her back. A warning.
"Now go and kiss your husband and King." The words were whispered into her ear as Aegon rose from the ground, the grip on her arm tightening until she heard a crack, her eyes finding Aemond's as she sneered at him.
"A usurper is not a true King." Pulling away from him as she walked towards Aegon, Alicent's eyes intently on her as Aegon smiled at his wife. His hand raising to cup her face as he drew her into a kiss, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. Y/n pulling back quickly, his hand laid gently against her cheek as he looked at her expectantly. Bending down onto one knee Y/n kissed his hand, pressing her forehead into the back of his hand as she held back her tears. Hearing Aemond hum before the crowd erupted into cheers, Aegon turning and raising his arms as he lavished in the praise of the people.
"Come." Alicent pulled Y/n from the ground, guiding her to Aemond but Y/n yanked her arm out of the hold and disappeared into the crowd. Aemond chasing after her as she ran through the halls, her heavy dress tucked into her palms as she heard his loud footsteps behind her, his sword clanking against his leg. His hand reaching her arm and slamming her against the wall as she closed her eyes and grit her teeth, tears prickling her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she gazed at Aemond.
"The whole Realm will know you support him now, i am sure your Mother will weep that her only daughter has abandoned her." Y/n's palm met his face, his eyepatch landing on the ground as her chest rose and fell with each angered breath.
"You one-eyed cunt, i despise you, i despise him and i despise your fucking mother. When my Mother takes the crown from Aegon's dead cold fingers i will pluck your eye from your head and feed it to your mother." Aemond only smirked at her anger, chuckling before grabbing her hair and pulling her through the corridor to the bed chambers, throwing her in and slamming the door as she scrambled up. Y/n hitting the door as she screamed, a pure hatred filled scream as Aemond walked away.
Aemond found himself outside her bed chamber once night fell, pushing the door open and relishing in her beauty as she sat by the fire. Her expression blank as he entered, kneeling before her as his hands ran from her ankles to her hips, her night dress bunching at his wrists before he tugged her hips towards him. His eye on her as she stared at him, neither saying anything before he leant down and bit her inner thigh, her cheek between her teeth as he sucked on the soft skin. His head lowered further until she wrapped her hands in his hair, only able to see the top of his head as he delved into her cunt. Her head falling back against the chair, back arching to push her cunt into his tongue as he lapped at her clit. Her breath catching in her throat as she almost choked on her own spit, his tongue working her closer to the edge as she heard each movement as she drenched his chin. Small moans leaving her throat as she clung to his hair, eyes half closed and legs thrown over his shoulder as he gripped them. Forcing them wider as the fire crackling next to them, the heat prickling her toes as she curled them, small pants leaving her throat as she pressed his head into her cunt. His hands leaving finger prints along her skin as she wiggled and squirmed in his hold, moans growing louder as her chest rose and fell, body coming undone. Aemond slowed his tongue until each swipe made her shiver, his hair yanked hard forcing him to look at her as she pulled him from her thighs, letting his head go when he leant back.
"This changes nothing, i will always despise you." Y/n turned her head, staring into the fire as Aemond stood, wiping his mouth as Y/n tucked her legs up and covered her body with her night dress. Aemond leaving without a word, the door closing as he rounded the corner, his eye widening as Aegon stumbling down the hall drunk. Passing Aemond, unable to see him in his drunken haze as Aemond watched as Aegon pushed open the door he had just left.
"Darling lay on the bed-" the door closed behind Aegon as Aemond clenched his hand, lifting one to touch his lips where he could taste Y/n's cum, still fresh and the moment tender in his mind as he stormed away.
3 months later
Y/n's screams of anguish could be heard through the halls as maids held her on the ground, Aemond staring at her in horror as her nails dug into the ground and almost split from the pressure. Her body wracked with sobs as she cried for her younger brother, every tear followed by a scream of grief that overwhelmed her.
"Get out." Y/n screamed, her voice hoarse and broken as maids rushed out, Aemond glued to the ground as she stared up at him.
"Get out you murderer! You disgusting bastard get out." Her fists pelted the ground as she glared at him, his body staying still as he watched her crumple and break, a tear welling up in his eye as he gulped.
"I-" Y/n's scream stopped him from speaking as she held her stomach and hunched over, falling onto her side as her body shook with tears.
"Get away from me." Y/n clutched her stomach tightly as she felt her heart race and inside twist in agony, Aemond's eye widening as she gripped her dress exposing her lower legs. Fresh red blood dripped down her legs, staining her dress and pooling onto the ground as she cried out in pain.
"GO!" Y/n screamed so hard Aemond thought the walls would shake, doors opening as guards entered, Alicent following with Criston before she gasped.
"Get a maester now!" Aemond felt arms on him, pushing him out the room as Y/n shoved off anyone trying to touch her, still screaming at Aemond as the doors closed. The heavy wood barely muffling her desperate cries and wailing, the door opening and closing as maesters and maids entered and exited, bloody cloth and towels disposed of.
"She lost the babe." Aegon's voice was full of sorrow as he drank his pain away, Aemond sat across from him with white knuckles and his tongue between teeth.
"I did not know-"
"The maesters did not say if it were a boy, but i know it would have been. Another son." Aegon's words were slurred as he rambled, not taking care of what Aemond said or his brother's remorseful face.
"Jahaerys. That was to be his name. A fine name for the second prince." Aemond could not take the pain and stood, leaving his brother to drown his sorrows as he wandered the halls. The air knocked from his lungs as he saw her. The door ajar and candles lit around where she sat on the ground, the night dress she wore still had blood coating the rim and her hair was matted at the back of her head. Leaning against the doorway he watched her light another candle.
"I should thank you." Her voice was shakey as well as her hand as she placed the candle down and stared out the window, the moonlight coming through and illuminating her in the circle of candles.
"You relieved me of a burden." Aemond felt tears pool in his eye as she turned to him, eyes blood shot and red, cheeks puffy and nose pink as she showed him her stained hands. Blood coated under each nails and wrinkle, scratch marks down her arms and scrub marks on her wrists.
"You killed my brother and in doing so you killed your own brother's child too. You must feel satisfied. Full of pride even. It is what you have always wanted...To tear him apart from the inside out and in doing so you have ripped me apart aswell." Aemond went to move closer but stopped when she flinched, her eyes wide and doe like, no hatred in them as she cried.
"Do you intend to go to the nursery and slaughter my son and daughter where they sleep? Would that satiate your need to hurt me?" Y/n sobbed, words jumbling together as she fell forward, laying her head against the ground as the candles burnt down and extinguished one by one. Aemond only able to watch as Y/n crumbled into nothing.
A month later
Y/n sat in the nursery, her daughter in her lap whilst her Son was with Aegon, teaching him all the things Viserys never taught his own children.
"Mama, can we pick the flowers?" Y/n stared down at Rhaenys, pushing her white hair back and kissing her forehead before nodding.
"We can do anything you want Princess." A maid coming over to pick the four year old up as Y/n accepted the guards help to stand, her body still recovering from the miscarriage. Thanking him as Rhaenys reached out for her mother, the maid giving her a concerned look when Y/n reached for her.
"I will be fine." The maid nodded quickly and stepped back, head lowered in respect as she and the guard followed closely behind.
Y/n sat in the meadow, her daughter running around and picking flowers, the maid chasing her as she tried to collect each one before the Princess grabbed another.
"Mama!" Y/n felt small hands grab her shoulders, trying to wrap around her as her son hugged her tightly, a smile coming across her face as she pulled him around to sit across her lap. The boy of six laughing as Y/n tickled him, ignoring the pain in her muscles as he kicked at her unaware of how fragile his mother was.
"Aemon be careful your mother cannot fight like the guards can." The little boy gasped and apologised as Y/n laughed and pet his hair, hurrying him after his sister.
"He asked me if he can have a brother soon." Aegon looked down at Y/n expectedly as she let out a cold laugh and stood, looking at Aegon in disgust as she spoke.
"Then fuck one of your whores and be done with it." Before Aegon could respond Y/n walked towards the children, kissing their heads as she laughed at their antics. Leaving a moment later, Aegon calling the children back to him and picking his daughter up.
"Look at me." Y/n refused to raise her eyes, staring past his chest to her bed chamber door, Aemond holding her arms tightly and shaking her as she ignored him. His anger besting him as he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him as he glared down at her.
"I did not know you were with child." Y/n let out a scoff, shoving his hands off her as she stepped back, placing a distance between them that jabbed Aemond in the heart in a way that made him want to crumple to the ground.
"Would that have stopped you? Would that have truly saved Lucerys' life? If you do think it would have then you are blissfully unaware of your own insanity and desires because i can say without a single doubt you would have done it regardless. You are an impulsive child just like your brother, just like your mother and if you ever are gifted a child they will be just as you are. You do not feel remorse for what you did, only for being stupid and celebrating it with no regard for others. I have said it once and i will say it as many times as it takes for you to leave me alone. I despise you Aemond, i detest you so deeply it feels as though a dagger is digging into my heart and tearing it open every time i look at you. When i speak to you my throat burns with each word, it makes my blood boil and scars my insides. The mere thought of you near me makes me want to gut myself and pull each organ out for it would be easier to tolerate than your presence." Aemond stared at Y/n as she spoke, every word stabbing him deeper, cutting into the wound and dragging salt along the edges.
"I hate myself for allowing you inside of me, to corrode me from the inside out and poison my soul as yours is."
6 months later
Y/n downed her wine, her hands shaking as she stared in the mirror, her eyes sunk in and hair braided away from her face.
"My darling, come to bed." Y/n looked away from her reflection looking at Aegon as he stripped of his shirt, his trousers following soon after leaving him bare as he laid on the sheets. Y/n walking towards him, her night dress pooling by her feet as she climbed on and crawled towards him, a smirk on his face that made her want to smother him. But she had a duty and Aegon was sure to remind her of it every time he entered her bed chamber, wearing her down until she accepted it. His cold hands pulling her hips to him, as she drowned in her thoughts.
Her fingers gripped the bowl tightly, the maid behind her fussing over Y/n as she threw up, tears staining her cheeks as she violently wretched up anything in her stomach. Aegon having only left minutes prior but her body could not take it and needed him out of her as quick as possible, to force her body to be rid of him. But she knew it would have worked, it always seemed to, when he wanted a child bad enough her body provided. And she wished for nothing more to be barren. When she was young she dreamt of being a mother, to raise her children in dragonstone alongside her mother and father, to show them the same love she was. She did not feel like a mother, she felt like a vessel, she loved her children dearly but she did not think she would kill for them. Not in the way her mother would, she would fight but she would not move the stars for her children. She did not have it inside her, to love them as deeply as they deserved, for they were his. Aemon belonged to the crown and when Rhaenys had been born she thought she would be hers, but she was not, she was betrothed before she was three. A promise that she would lose her.
"Run me a bath." Y/n barely raised her head from the bowl, eyes cast down as she felt her insides twist, ready to expel him once more.
"I am sorry my lady, i cannot, the King instructed us to only hand wash you. To...to ensure you would have a babe." At her words Y/n's stomach flipped, bile rising and burning her throat as she threw it up, her body shaking as more came up. Even when nothing would come out her body wretched and forced every ounce of fluid it could from her stomach.
Aemond leant against the fire place, the wood crackling as he watched Y/n enter, her eyes finding his before she looked away and closed the door. His eye following her as she approached him, her hands raising and gripping his shirt as she pulled him towards her.
"Do not kiss me." Aemond could smell the wine on her breath mixed with bile, the smell bitter and burnt his nostrils as he inhaled. Nodded as Y/n walked him to the bed, pushing him down and climbing into his lap. Her body limp against his as he rolled her onto her back, pushing her night dress up and repressing a moan at the site of her cunt, months of desire building up as he pulled his cock free. Head thrown back as he thrust into her, moaning at the heat enveloping him as he took his pleasure. Every thought stolen from his mind as he relished in her body, eye closed and hands gripping the sheets as he took what he wanted. Y/n stared at the ceiling, her hands clutching at his arms as she felt the bile in her throat, her insides twisting in disgust at each thrust. She wanted the pain, wanted to feel the hatred course through her veins. She wanted to punish herself.
Aemond groaned as he opened his eye, looking down at Y/n, moving a hand to grab her jaw and bring her back to him. Leaning down to kiss her when her head turned quickly, an annoyed grunt leaving him as he laid kisses along her throat and collar bone. Wanting to mark her, to make her feel his every emotion and desire with a kiss but he did not want to lose this moment. Not when she clung to him and panted with a roll of his hips, his mind clouding as he dropped his hand to grasp her breast. Rolling her nipple in his fingers as he felt her clench around him, each roll of his hips and pinch bringing her closer until she moaned and came around his cock. His own thrusts stuttering until he went to pull out, her legs locking around him and forcing him deeper as he choked out a moan and came, his eye wide and face filled with shock as her legs dropped. Hands shoving him away and curling herself into a ball, his body stumbling back as he stared at her in horror. Her face hidden as she turned to lay on her side, body shaking as she began to cry, fists clutching the sheets as she cried out and shook.
"Get out." Her voice was quiet but he heard it clear, echoing in his head as he stumbled back and ran from the room, leaving her alone.
8 months later
Aegon held Y/n's hand as she pushed, her nails digging into the back of his hand and splitting the skin as she cried out in pain. The maester crouched between her legs as he wiggled the babes head, calling out for Y/n to push harder as she screamed through gritted teeth and pushed, Aegon praising her as she pushed his hand away.
"Get it the fuck out of me!" Y/n shouted as she pushed again, a loud cry signally the babe was out as Y/n flopped back onto the bed and let out a sigh. Her head pounded, the room seemed to spin and she wished to sleep. Instead she was cleaned, changed and forced to sit in a chair feeding the babe whilst Aegon announced his son. Y/n stared at the babe, her fingers caressing his face before she called for the wet nurse.
"Take him." The nurse nodded and took him away quickly, leaving Y/n by the fire, staring at it for hours before she hummed and forced herself to stand. Staring at her bed, the sheets changed but she could smell the blood lingering in the air, climbing in as she winced and tried not to cry at every movement. Left alone to heal whilst the grand hall filled with cheers and every man and lord drank until they passed out.
A few hours before
Y/n stared at her son, only a six months old but she knew, knew that he was not Aegon's. The thought alone made her feel sick to her stomach, he had the same eyes as Aemond, such a difference to her other children. As she looked across the nursery she felt no happiness, no desire to look at her children, nothing but emptiness. Nothing but the need to punish herself, for the life she lived. Standing she left the nursery, finding her way outside as she fell to her knees and dug her hands into the ground. Tears prickling her eyes as she gripped the dirt, pulling her hand up and slamming her fist back down. Looking towards the sky, the night rolling in as she stared at the moon, trying to recall the last time she felt anything but hatred. A feeling other than emptiness, a want or desire to be happy. She could not think of it, she could not think of anything that could make her happy. Instead she looked at her hands, sneering at the dirt making its way into every crevice of her skin, imprinting itself on her. The same way everyone had, not giving her a choice, only forcing her to accept it was there.
Y/n stood in the nursery, her son no longer sleeping with his siblings, the heir being given more duties whilst her daughter and babe slept soundly. She could hear the echo of Aegon's words playing in her mind. Another one. He would always want another. Would not settled until he had a hoard of them. Until her body was wrecked and she died to give him another. Her hand settled on the dagger in her hand, her eyes staying on the babe as she dug it into the her side, yanking it into her stomach before dropping it. Looking down at the blood and dirt that stained her hands, the burning of her insides nothing compared to the agony in her heart as she stumbled down the corridor. Finding a guard half asleep as she grabbed his sword, running him through before he could scream, the metal heavy in her hands as she collapsed into the wall. Heaving at the pain and yet finding comfort in the simpleness of it all. The ease of it, pushing off the wall and staggering towards the castle gates. She refused to die in her prison. A spark of happiness fired in her blood, a second wind hitting her as she leaned against a wall, catching her breath and clutching her side.
Present
Aemond held his sword high as Y/n slammed hers down, her whole weight falling into the sword as she slashed at him wildly, his feet moving like a dance as he moved back and dodged. Grunts coming from both as Y/n swiped at his side, throwing her sword in the air and grabbing it with the side of her hand, slashing at him as she cut across his chest. Aemond stumbling back as he grunted in pain, a hand coming to his chest as he looked at the blood coating his hand and violently swung at her. Both dancing against the other as the swords clashed, Y/n's body slowing as she gritted her teeth and landed harder blows, throwing her weight into each swing. Slamming her sword down from over her head and into his own, letting out a cry as both sword fell to the ground, her body falling forward in exhaustion as Aemond caught her. Y/n coughed as she tasted metallic blood, crimson dribbling from her mouth as Aemond crouched to the ground and held her close. Pushing her damp hair from her face and cradling it as she glared at him.
"Do not pity me, i do not want your sympathy or whatever this facade is." Aemond shook his head, ignoring her as he wiped the blood from her mouth, smearing it across her cheek as he stared down at her.
"I do not pity you...just do not die." His voice was soft, dropping the malicious tone he frequently used, his hand touching her as if she would break. Y/n let out a cold laugh and began coughing, more blood spluttering from her lips as she grinned at him.
"I have been dead for years, a walking corpse through out these halls and yet you never minded. You only wish for me to live to be a pawn, but i am taking back control." Aemond looked at her stomach, blood pooled around the wound as he watched her dig her fingers deeper, ripping the skin open as she cried out in pain. His hands coming to grab at her hands but he could inside her body, her organs almost spilling out as he tried to stop the bleeding. But he knew, just as she did as she coughed again and laughed, shaking her head as she stared past him.
"I cannot wait to see Lucerys." Her voice was weaker as he watched her eyes widen, her eyes going dark until he could barely see the colour, only black staring back at him as she stopped breathing. Her blood coating his hands as he grabbed her face and shook her, calling her name and demanding she woke up.
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heyy!! can you do how arcane characters would react to a reader with bpd? I have it and its really hard to deal with
I personally don't have Bpd so I hope I was able to write for it- lmk if I got it completely wrong.
Jinx
Arguments with Jinx are a whole event. She’s already impulsive and emotional, so when you’re spiraling, it’s like pouring gas on a fire. She’ll yell, throw something (not at you, but still—chaotic), and storm off dramatically. But the second she sees you starting to crumble, her face softens, and she’s all, “Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m the crazy one, remember?”
She’ll make up for it with grand, ridiculous gestures—like painting a giant heart on the wall with “SORRY” inside it or showing up with an armful of random things she thinks you’ll like (a half-broken music box, a live rat, some Piltie trinket she swiped). Daily life with her is unpredictable. She’ll match your mood swings and throw in some of her own, but she’s always there to hold you through the aftermath, whispering, “It’s us against the world, baby.”
Vi
Vi has this big sister energy, so she tries to stay calm during arguments, but let’s be real—she’s not a saint. If you start pushing buttons, she’ll fire back, arms crossed, scowling like, “Oh, so this is my fault now?” But the second she sees that shift in your expression, that look like you’re about to spiral, she’ll stop mid-sentence and sigh.
“Come here,” she says, pulling you into a hug even if you’re still mad. “I didn’t mean it. You know I’m an idiot sometimes.”
She’s great at grounding you during bad days—holding your hand, distracting you with dumb stories about Powder or her childhood. Daily life with Vi is full of banter and teasing, but she’s also super protective, always making sure you know you’re safe with her.
Sevika
Arguments with Sevika are INTENSE. She’s not great with emotions, so when you’re on edge, she’s either trying to fix it logically (spoiler: it doesn’t work) or getting frustrated. “What do you want me to do? Tell me, and I’ll do it!” she’ll snap, her mechanical arm whirring in frustration.
But once she realizes she’s made it worse, she’ll sit beside you in silence, waiting for you to calm down. Then she’ll quietly say, “I don’t get it, but I’m trying. For you.”
Daily life with Sevika is steady—she likes routine, which can be comforting when you’re feeling unstable. She’ll bring you food when you’re too drained to eat and let you vent while she works. If you get clingy, she’s the type to roll her eyes but secretly loves it when you hold onto her like a lifeline.
Silco
Silco approaches everything with the cold, calculating precision of a chess player, including your BPD. During arguments, he’s quiet but firm, and sometimes his calm demeanor makes you feel worse, like he doesn’t care. But the moment he sees tears in your eyes, his voice softens.
“Enough,” he says gently, stepping closer. “I’m not leaving. Stop telling yourself that.”
He’ll sit with you until the storm passes, stroking your hair and murmuring reassurances in that low, gravelly voice of his. Daily life with Silco is structured—he thrives on stability and will gently encourage you to find your own, whether that’s a routine or a grounding technique. He’s not the best at expressing love, but his actions—bringing you tea, remembering the little things—say everything.
Vander
Arguments with Vander are rare, but when they happen, it breaks both of your hearts. He hates seeing you upset, especially when you’re directing all that anger at yourself. “Hey, don’t do that,” he says, his voice full of worry. “You’re not a bad person.”
He’ll pull you into a hug, even if you’re still yelling, and just hold you until you calm down. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. “We’ll figure it out.”
Daily life with Vander is comforting—he’s patient and steady, always making sure you feel loved. He’ll cook for you, listen to your rambles, and let you cry into his chest when it all feels like too much. He’s your rock, and you know he’ll never let you fall too far.
Ekko
Ekko’s a sweetheart, but arguments can get heated because he cares so much. “Why do you always think I’m gonna leave?” he’ll ask, frustration lacing his voice. But then he sees you breaking down and immediately softens.
“Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, pulling you close. “You’re stuck with me, okay? Forever.”
Daily life with Ekko is fun and supportive. He’ll crack jokes to make you laugh on bad days and bring you little gifts—flowers he found, gadgets he fixed—just to see you smile. He’s great at reminding you of your worth when you can’t see it yourself.
Jayce
Jayce doesn’t get BPD at first, but he’s trying, okay? Arguments can get messy because he’s such a fixer. “What do you mean you don’t want advice? I’m trying to help!” he’ll say, running his hands through his hair.
But after a while, he learns to just listen. He’ll apologize quickly, his voice soft and full of regret: “I didn’t mean to make it worse. I just want to be here for you.”
Daily life with Jayce is full of love and enthusiasm. He’s always hyping you up, reminding you how amazing you are. If you’re having a bad day, he’ll drop everything to take you out for a walk or snuggle up with you on the couch.
Viktor
Viktor is SO patient. Arguments don’t happen often because he’s great at de-escalating situations. “I understand,” he says softly when you’re upset, his voice calm and measured. “I know it feels like that right now, but it’s not true.”
He’s the king of quiet, steady love. Daily life with Viktor is peaceful—he lets you sit with him while he works, always making sure you’re comfortable. On bad days, he’ll bring you tea and remind you, “You’re not a burden. Never.”
Caitlyn
Caitlyn is a problem-solver, so arguments can get frustrating because she wants to fix everything, even when you just want her to listen. “I’m sorry,” she says eventually, taking your hands in hers. “I’ll try to do better. Just…tell me what you need.”
Daily life with Caitlyn is filled with small acts of love—she’ll leave you little notes, bring you flowers, and make sure you feel secure. She’s incredibly understanding, always willing to talk things through when you’re ready.
Mel Medarda
Mel is the definition of grace under pressure. During arguments, she stays calm, even when you’re spiraling. “I know you don’t mean that,” she says firmly, but her eyes are full of understanding.
She’s amazing at making you feel grounded—pulling you into her lap, stroking your hair, and whispering, “It’s okay. We’re okay.” Daily life with Mel is luxurious—she spoils you with gifts and quality time, always making sure you feel loved and valued.
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessa is a bit of a bulldozer during arguments, but not out of malice—she’s just used to being in control. “You’re stronger than this,” she’ll say, her tone sharp. But the moment she sees your tears, she softens.
“I didn’t mean to push,” she says, placing a steady hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to fight this alone.”
Daily life with Ambessa is protective—she’s always making sure you’re cared for, whether that’s bringing you food, making sure you rest, or just standing by your side like an unshakable force.
TL;DR: Everyone loves you in their own messy, flawed way because you’re worth every bit of the work. <3
#x reader#arcane x reader#character x reader#imagine#arcane imagine#headcannons#arcane#arcane headcanon#jinx arcane#jinx x reader#ambessa medarda#mel medarda#arcane vi#firelight ekko#arcane ekko#arcane sevika
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Ghostly Affection
Summary: You get separated from Mr. Crawling, will you be able to find him again?
Tags: Mr. Crawling x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Word count: 1849
A/n: Well, after literally years of not writing, guess I just needed a sweet ball of sunshine in the form of a creepy ghost man to make my inspiration come back. Hope you enjoy!^^
Bold: Other World Language
"Mr. Crawling?!"
The sound of your footsteps echoes in the empty hallways, your eyes frantically scanning every room you pass.
"Mr. Crawling, can you hear me?!"
The dizziness starts again, your vision blurring as you lean on a wall to regain balance.
~~~
It all happened so quickly.
You were walking through the immense maze of hallways, trying to find your way back to the other friendly residents, hoping to find some clue that could help you return to your world.
How long has it been since you've woken up in this place? Days? Weeks? You didn't know. What you did know was that the sound of clothes brushing against the cold floors was starting to become an anchor to your sanity, as crazy as it may sound.
You smiled as you looked over your shoulder, the friendly ghost smiling in return. For some reason, the presence of Mr. Crawling was the only thing that could make you feel a little bit safer in this dangerous and unpredictable place.
You were passing through a big room, talking, or at least trying to communicate at the best of your abilities, pointing at the objects as he answered in an eager voice to your questions.
Then everything started moving. Cracks forming on the walls, pieces of the ceiling breaking down as you looked at Mr. Crawling in panic. The both of you darted forward, trying to reach for the exit.
You saw him make it to the doorway.
Then you felt gravity pulling you down.
He tried to reach for your hand. Your fingertips brushed against each other for a brief second, but it was too late.
You screamed as the floor crumbled under your feet.
~~~
You catch yourself before sliding down to the floor, using both your hands to get back up, "I should get going."
Really? And where will you go?
You look around, walking into the next hallway, your heart starting to beat irregularly, "I must keep moving, I'm sure I'll find him soon."
But what if you don't? This place changes, after all.
You shake your head as you open another door, trying to suppress the intrusive thoughts, "Mr. Crawling!!"
What if you never find him? What if you can't find your way back to the others?
You mentally scold yourself, your breathing labored as you feel panic starting to invade your mind. Another door opens, welcoming you into a long, large tunnel.
You will forever walk through this hell alone.
All the strength you had left suddenly vanishes, your arms wrapping over your stomach as you fall on your knees. Dread starts to fill your chest like cold, sharp claws piercing your heart.
The only thing you had left was crying, to succumb to the harsh reality of this world. Tears stream down your cheeks, your voice feeble as you try to keep your last bit of hope close.
"Mr. Crawling..."
Something moves at the end of the tunnel.
Your head shoots up instinctively, your hand wrapping tighter on your crowbar, ready to swing at whatever hostile monster was there.
You listen closely, keeping your breath steady at the best you could while your eyes squint in the darkness in front of you.
Then you hear it.
The familiar sound of fabric.
A wave of relief washes over you, so strong that your heart compresses in your chest.
Before you even realize it, you're running. The sound of your shoes echoes within the walls of the tunnel. You run until you can finally see the hunched over figure of your friend, who's looking around, confused and alarmed by the noise.
Tears well up in your eyes, the relief so intense that you can't contain it.
You instinctively throw your crowbar to the side, it was only slowing you down. The metal clings on the ground, catching his attention.
You fall on your knees, your arms wrapping tightly around his body as you bury your face into his chest, "Mr. Crawling!!"
He yelps in surprise, not realizing what's going on as he tries to keep his balance. After an infinite moment of silent, he giggles. The eerie but all too familiar giggle you've been longing to hear, the only thing that could cement in your mind that this is reality, you are not dreaming and you're not alone anymore.
In an instant his thin, but strong arms wrap around you, almost crushing you by the sheer intensity of it, "You find me!"
Tears fall faster as you reciprocate his hug, almost in fear that he could vanish as soon as you let go.
"Floor drop! You disappear! Me worry!!", Mr. Crawling basks in the sudden affection, his body swinging from side to side, unable to contain his happiness, "Me search! You find me! Me glad!"
He suddenly stills, your sobs finally reaching his ear. He quickly tries to take a better look at you, but he's met by your iron grip around his chest.
You feel his long, cold fingers rest on the top of your head, softly caressing your hair to soothe you.
"Pet, pet..."
He doesn't move, not entirely sure what to do, but trying his best to calm you down.
As soon as you feel your breath steady a little, you feel his hands rest on your shoulders, gently pulling you away from him. Your tears run down your cheeks as he looks at you, his expression getting more worried by the second.
He slowly moves one of his hands close to your face, touching a tear with the tip of his finger, quickly retracting it as soon as it makes contact, "Eye...water?"
Do the other world entities even know what tears are?
His expression somehow turns even more worried, scanning your face and your arms, "You hurt? Pain?"
You take a deep breath, brushing away a streak of tears with the back of your hand, "No, no-" you try to remember the right words in the mess that is your mind at the moment, "Me not hurt."
A moment of silence falls as you search for the right words to use.
"Me...afraid. Many, many afraid...", you grab onto his clothes, "Me not know where you... Me alone..."
You yelp as you feel both of his hand hold the sides of your head, caressing you almost fervently. You're only able to notice his frown, his expression a mask of worry as he tries to make you feel better, "Pet, pet!!"
As your head bounces from side to side, you can't help the laugh that bubbles in your throat, your hair already a tangled mess.
You grab his wrists, fighting against him as he still tries to go on, "Mr. Crawling, wait-!" another chuckle escapes your lips as you look at him, "Stop!"
He stops, his attention turning on you as you lower his hands away from your head. You brush away the tears still on your face, your heart fluttering at the sweetness behind his action, "Me fine! Me not afraid! Me found you! You together me!"
Mr. Crawling takes a moment to understand your words, his smile returning as he giggles. His puts his hand back on top of your head, this time much more gentle as he pets you.
"Me glad! Eye water bad! Mouth happy! You ?????? !"
This time it's your turn to be caught off guard, your head tilting slightly in confusion as you try to translate his words.
Seeing your confusion, he repeats himself, this time gesturing with his hands to give you some help.
"Eye water-", he points his finger at your cheek, "bad!"
"Mouth happy," he points at his face, his grin stretching as he giggles again, "You ?????? !"
Is he... telling me to smile?
Your eyebrows furrow at the unknown word as you try to replicate the sound, "??????..."
He nods vigorously, almost amused by your confusion.
You try your best to recall all your knowledge, it's been a while since you've heard a new word, but-.... wait a moment... no, this is not a new word, you've heard that sound before... but when was it?
Your eyes wander, looking down at your hands, now resting on your knees. Your new clothes catch your attention... of course! The Bride! You've heard that word when that kind ghost gave you these new clothes!
It was something that Mr. Crawling said in that occasion, but wasn't he talking about the dress that time...?
Your heart skips a beat as a thought crosses your mind, your eyes widening slightly.
No, that can't be the meaning... right? But... what if-
Your attention slowly returns on him, his expression almost gleeful as he watches you, waiting patiently for you to arrive at a conclusion.
Your mouth suddenly feels dry as your hand moves, pointing a single finger toward you, "Me..."
"...pretty?"
His delighted giggle is the only answer you need, "Mouth happy! You pretty! Pretty!"
Your can't help the blush that suddenly dusts your cheeks, the pure sweetness in his voice enough to make you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Wait- does that mean he's called you pretty before?!
As your face turns redder by the second, you're startled when you feel Mr. Crawling's cold hand against your cheek, "Face fire... why?"
You quickly grab his hand, pulling it away as your blush spreads further, "N-Nothing!!- I mean, No worry!!"
He tilts his head, beaming as he looks at you, his smile wide as he pats your head once more, "Me like face fire! You pretty!"
The moment you lean closer to hide your face in his chest, he wraps his arms around you, locking you in place. His laugh fills the silence, covering your voice as you sigh in both embarrassment and frustration.
He leans down, his cheek resting on top of your head as he pulls you closer, "Pretty! Pretty! ???? !"
You're not sure if you want to know the meaning behind that new word, or at least, you don't know if your heart is ready for it at the moment.
A few minutes pass as you let him shower you in affection, your heart finally calming down. You have to admit, he gives good hugs, even if his touch is cold.
You slowly pull away from him. He lets you, but you notice a hint of hesitation as his hands unwraps from you, but still resting on your shoulders.
Your eyes wander over to your crowbar, abandoned on the floor a few meters from you. You sigh, your mind finally at peace, "Maybe it's time for us to return to the others."
Mr. Crawling frowns, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly, "You go?"
The look of disappointment on his face almost made your heart melt on the spot, your chest hurts at the thought of ending this precious moment between the two of you.
With a soft smile, you pull him closer once again, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mr. Crawling chirps in delight, his hand resuming his soft caresses on your head, making you laugh with him.
"I guess a few more minutes won't hurt."
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What do you think kbd steve and reader are like in the future and how are the girls in the future?
omg that’s such a fun thing to think about
, I always think that eventually reader would stop working full time so Steve and her would both be part time instead, and that would maybe change some things. I think Avery would struggle cos she’d try to look after everyone all the time, but Steve would make sure she knew it wasn’t her job! I think Avery would be the smarty pants too and she’d end up going to college and hate it cos it ends up being far away from her family. I think Beth would stay closer to home, and that she’d keep being a daddy’s girl and they’d end up being pretty inseparable in the tween years, even later on. Not that I think Steve wouldn’t be infatuated with all of them forever. I can never make my mind up with Dove but I think she’d get quieter as she’s older, less grumpy, maybe she’d go all soft and gentle like the reader. I was thinking about giving them a family pet cos I think dove and Beth both feel like animal lovers, though Beth might be more of a dog person and dove a cat person.
I think Steve would actually enjoy working more! Once all their babies are grown enough for school, he’d get back into the swing of things and realise that he actually likes having a career, even if he doesn’t like anyone more than his family, and it might be nice for the reader to spend more time at home. I don’t think she’d ever wanna be a housewife (which either way is fine of course) so they’d keep their house balance the same, pretty much? I don’t really know! It’s genuinely fun to think about cos I think everything can go any which way. Like, I think wren would grow up and be exactly like Avery, even in looks, and there’s so many decisions you could make about what they’d do for their careers, their hobbies, how Steve and reader will cope with their eventual five babies
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An Angel All My Own P-3
Simon Riley x reader
Cw: nightmares, fluff
The hallway is dark as you sprint down it. Your lungs burn but you can't stop. Screams echo down the corridor. You have to get away. You can feel the creature gaining on you. The screams get louder. You're running as fast as you can but you're still not fast enough. The thing claws at the back of your neck.
You jolt up in bed, scanning the dark room. Everything is exactly as you left it before falling asleep. There are no monsters. No need to run. It was all just a dream. Except, the screaming hasn't stopped. In fact, it was getting louder. You leap out of bed and rush downstairs, flipping on lights as you go. You stop just outside the guest bedroom door. Should you really go in? What if he wasn't really in trouble? What if he was mad that you woke him up? What if he slept naked?
You decide to take the chance. You swing the door open, hurrying over to the bed. Ghost thrashes on the bed, blood curdling screams pouring from his open mouth.
"Ghost! Wake up! Ghost, please," you beg, shaking him as hard as you could. Ghosts eyes snap open as his hand shoots out to grab yours. His eyes are cold. His grip on your wrist begins to hurt.
"Ghost, please. You're hurting me," you whisper. You try to tug your wrist back but he's too strong. Much stronger than you. This was a bad idea. You never should come down here, never should have let him stay. Something in Ghosts eyes changes. Like a switch was flipped. He drops your wrist before sitting up and hanging his head. He runs a hand over his face before sighing.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I hurt you. And I'm sorry I woke you up, love. I just," he trails off, "I was hoping tonight would be different. I was hoping they wouldn't come back."
Even with his head down, you can see tears collecting in his lashes. This must happen a lot. You wonder what nightmares could be so terrible that a man like him woke up screaming. You're not sure you want to know. Trying to sleep must be hell for him. Who knows when the last time he felt safe enough to get decent sleep was. Your heart breaks for him. Before you can stop yourself, you're reaching out your hand and scratching the back of his neck.
"I don't know what you see in your nightmares. I don't know why you decided to stay here. I barely know you to be honest. But I do know that I'm going to be here. I'll be here as long or as little as you'd like. But I'm not leaving until you tell me you're okay. Okay?," you hum. Ghost is tense under your touch. His eyes dart between you and his lap. He swallows hard and you feel him relax a little. His body still shakes, maybe from adrenaline or maybe from fear.
"You don't have to do that. I'll be fine," he mutters.
"Too bad. Scoot over," you command. You're not sure when you got so bold. Ordering a strange man to share his bed with you. But you didn't really care. As tough as he looked, you could tell he was struggling. You knew he was only putting on a brave face for others. Ghost stares at you for a moment before sliding over. You climb on to the bed and tuck your legs up. You gently pull Ghost's head towards you. He tenses again for a second before letting you guide his head to your chest.
You adjust your hand and begin running your nails along his scalp. Ghost lets out a shuddering breath. His eyes flutter shut. You can't help but chuckle softly. He opens one eye and glances at you. "Sorry. But it's the first time I've seen you actually relax. It's nice," you smile. Ghost closes his eyes again and nods.
"It is," he agrees.
It goes quiet after that. You can feel Ghost's breathing get deeper and he lets out quiet snores. It was nice to see him get some real sleep, even if you had only just met him. You're not sure how long you had been down here with him but you decide it's probably time to get back to your own bed.
You gently shift your shoulder, trying not to let Ghost's head fall. You really don't want to wake him up when he was just getting some decent sleep. You scoot a little more. You're almost free. Ghost moves and you freeze. He readjusts his position, turning on his side slightly. His arm slides around your waist and pulls back into him. There is no getting out now. You huff a little. You need to be up early in the morning and that's not happening if you don't get any sleep. It's probably almost 3 am by now. Your eyes are heavy and you're blinking slowly.
You wiggle a little in Ghost's arms, whether to get out or to get comfortable you're not entirely sure. He's so warm and you're so tired. Maybe you could just stay here a little longer.
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