#want to like leave them alone. because then i can’t be their rock and encourage them to do what they want even if they get criticized for it

[mauxanhduong]

well! i guess i’ll be the black sheep of the family then!

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Hello I love your writing so much

Could I please request for 9th member reader who didn't come from the healthiest families and she's very sensitive, keeps to herself when the boys ask her about it. However once she and chan get into an argument about her coping mechanisms and in his anger he gives her the silent treatment (for about a week?) And finally she break down in front of one of the other members, telling them about how her mother would always give her the silent treatment and she was never encouraged to express herself etc... and the boys all comfort her?

Thank you so much!!

Toxic traits.

Warning: Angst, crying, panic attack, mean Chan

Summary: as requested ^

Pairing: reader x Ot8

**

“Y/n?” The voice sounded like it was distant. She could barely hear but how could she? The painful ring in her ear blocked out everything around her.

“Y/n? You okay?” Hyunjin asked her again trying to get her out of her trance.

“Yeah-yeah,” her voice is caught in a crack. The hot feeling of tears starts to build up. “I’m fine, where are the rest of the boys?” She cleared her throat and put her bag down.

“They went to get some coffee, I told them I would wait here for you. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one last time to be certain. He could sense her vibe was off but yet again it was Y/n. She was the most mysterious yet energetic person you could come across. Oh? And she’s the youngest.

“Yes I’m fine Hyun, we should head for practice. We don’t want to keep the boys waiting,” she gave him another comforting smile before grabbing her bag once again and making their way to the JYP building.

The walk was quiet. Her thoughts were currently running haywire as she tried to peace everything together but she knew today wasn’t going to be a good day. The argument she had with her father still played in her head.

“So, what do you have in your schedules today?” Hyunjin interrupted her thoughts trying to ease the tension in the air.

“I just have dance practice with you guys then I get a break and you?”

“I have a photo shoot later after practice, kinda cliché themed.” Y/n giggle at this. Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back for making her laugh.

“Well, I hope stay don’t make fun of you because that’ll be more memes coming out,”

“Yeah, yeah, as long as I rock the outfit no one can bring me down,” he flexed his biceps earning a gag sound from the manknae.

“Hyunjin that’s gross,” she rolled her eyes as they both entered the studio to find the boys stretching. They all said their “hello’s” and started their practice off.

“Y/n get your head in the game,” Leeknow scolded her. She had been messing up a lot today and now that they were halfway through, she hadn’t gotten anything done causing the whole group to get lost.

“I’m trying okay?” She snapped back at him. Han’s neck snapped in their direction as he looked at her in disbelief.

“Don’t snap at him like that, his older than you,” Han joined in the scolding. Y/n was tired and frustrated now. She couldn’t deal with them hopping on her back.

“Okay whatever,” she walked away from the both of them and sat on the floor by her bag trying to look for her water bottle. The boys were looking at her from a far trying to figure what was bothering her today.

“Hey Y/n?” I.N finally gave in and sat besides her to check in.

“Yes I.N?” She replied in her soft tone.

“You okay? You’ve been messing up all day-“

That was all she needed. That little push to throw her off the edge. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she stood up still facing I.N. Her anger was at a 10 and she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I’m fine okay?! What is wrong with all of you?! Don’t you see I’m trying?! Can’t you leave me alone for once?! Why does it seem like whatever I do is a problem-“

“Y/n. Out. Now.” Chan’s loud voice shook the room quite literally. She stormed off to stand outside by the door. Trying to keep her cool but she couldn’t.

“Don’t you see this is a waste of time? You’re a girl! You won’t survive in this industry!”

“But dad I- the boys got me. We’re making it-“

“Those boys will soon leave you just like your mum did. You’re pathetic and a waste of space. You don’t even bring anything to the table!” Her father’s voice was loud through the phone.

“Why won’t you let me to what I want for once?” She begged.

“Because! I spent my whole life working my butt off to provide for you and now look at you? You’ve basically become a stripper”

“Dad don’t say that-“

“Well it’s the truth.”

Her father’s words echoed in her ears. She felt helpless. She felt useless. She felt disgusted by herself.

“What was that?” Chan storms out the room. He was angry. It was obvious.

“Nothing-“

“What is wrong with you? What’s your problem? You’ve been so moody all day and whenever we ask you what’s wrong cause we know damn well we didn’t do anything wrong, you start acting bratty,”

“Chan I was just trying to-“

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You will go in there and apologize. Understood?”

“Chan! You never listen to me. Your always taking their side,” she snapped at him.

“I know damn well you aren’t taking to me like that. I’ve given you time and time again to come talk to me but you crush it off and decide to be a bitch to everyone. So don’t even say I don’t listen to you-“

“I’m not being a bitch, I just want to be alone,”

“Okay then be alone. Stop bringing everyone down just cause you can’t deal with you problems, you better go apologize to everyone and you can head home,” the tears in her eyes started to fall once he left.

Maybe she indeed was the problem. Maybe she needed to learn a way to cope with her feelings. Maybe she just needed to shut up.

She slowly took steps back into the studio and everyone turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry if I snapped at any of you, I won’t do it again,” her sobs were heard. They were so painful to hear that even Chan was so close to stopping her and pulling her into a hug. He felt so bad but he knew he had to stand on business.

**

At first Chan thought that maybe her silent treatment would last a day or two but it dragged and it continued to drag till it was the 1 week stamp.

He grew worried because he wasn’t not just talking to him but she wasn’t talking at all. She would only say hello and then continue with her day. Not even talking to managers or staff.

She would just nod or say small” thanks you’s” or “goodbyes”. It was almost like the fight he had with her shut her up completely and this was eating him up.

The stress of the VMA’s performance coming up and having to deal with his members made everything 10x harder to cope with.

“She hasn’t been eating,” Changbin informs Chan who lets out a frustrated sigh. “Should I just talk to her? Maybe that’ll fix things,”

“She’s so mad, she won’t talk to anyone. Even I.N,” this caused Han and Changbin to gasp.

“They’re like bestfriends, it’s like they were never separated at birth. What do you mean he won’t talk to her?” Han asked.

“He came to me in tears yesterday because he attempted to get her to talk but she shut him down immediately,”

“Then you’re going to have to fix this Chan. She needs you even though she hasn’t said it. Maybe it’s something deeper than your fight,”

“I know that for certain Hyunjin but how can I talk to her when she keeps avoiding me and walking away,”

“Just go to the gardens,” Felix suggested.

Chan hadn’t thought about it and quickly gave a hug to Felix who he praised for a bit and run to the gardens.

There she was. Sat feeding ducklings. She had a soft smile on her face. Her cheekbones were becoming visible because of the lack of food and the stress of the shows coming up.

“Y/n?” He said while making his way to her. She remained still and quiet. Continuing to feed the ducks.

“Can we talk please?” Silence. “Look I’m sorry. I’m getting worried and you not being able to talk to me means that there’s something deeper going on. Can you talk to me please? I’ll shut up and listen.”

“My dad,” she sat up and looked over to him. Chan in disbelief after hearing her voice after so long. “My dad wants me to go back home,”

“What? What? He can’t do that. We’re a team. We’re your family,”

“I never told you about him because of how toxic he is Chan, he won’t leave me alone until I’m home. Where he can control me.”

“But your legal and you’re on a contract-“

“He doesn’t care Chan,” she looked up at him. The tears in her eyes started to pour like rain. Chan’s eyes soften as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

“I won’t let him take you. Over my dead body.” Was all he said as she continued to sob.

“I’m so scared. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Oppa,”

“Shhhh. It’s okay my love. It’s fine. You did now.”

He continued to comfort her until she could calm down. A constant apology left her mouth. Chan didn’t want an apology he just wanted to protect her and he knew the only way he could talk to her was if she had calmed down.

“Have you eaten?” He asked her knowing the answer. He just didn’t want to make it seem like he was tracking her consumption.

“I’m not hungry,” her face was squashed against his chest making the words come out a little muffled.

“You are. You’ve lost so much weight. Let’s go buy you some ramen and we can talk okay? How does that sound?”

“That’s okay Chan. I’m ready to talk.”

[diejager]

hmm I think you are the one to write this idea, if possible I would like a one shot about smut vil schoenheit with a fem s/o who has mommy issues, like she feels comforting with the care, the concern of vil because this feels like a "mother" (lit vil is the mother of pomefiore ) well~ but mc is in denial because she is ashamed to admit that, although vil already noticed xd, In resumen a mc with mommy issue in denial and vil who realized that can have fun with it, that would be all thank yuu \^^/

Mommy

Pairing : Vil Schoenheit x fem!reader

Cw: smut, nsfw, mommy kink, dom/sub, unsafe sex, creampie, fluff, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 941

“Oh, let it out, Schatz,” he cooed, his tone soft and tender like a mother speaking to her crying child. “Do it for mutter, hmm?”

Your face burned when he called himself mommy, he knew what it did to you and what it would make you do. His charming, yet feminine appearance and tender voice made him irresistible, a drug to your soul when he pressed his body against yours, hands holding yours as he rocked his hips. He would groan into your ears, whisper sweet words and even sweeter compliments to you, pushing your buttons to make you crumble - melt - under him and his hungry gaze. 

Each thrust was delicately made, graceful and intentional to leave you mewling, asking for more but saying it’s too much. You couldn’t make up your mind when Vil pushed you into this haze, mind numb on lust and body reactive to his touch. He was beautiful and calm, even with his golden hair sticking to his forehead and his makeup botched by your clumsy kisses. 

“You can do it, can’t you?” Vil smiled, his nose brushing your teary cheek, nodded lilacs staring into your soul. He kissed you, slow and loving, moving your lips to match the curve of his rosy Cupid’s bow. He devoured you gently, picking you up from the edge before driving you over it with pleasure and hunger. “Say it, calm me, Schatz.”

You gasped when your lips parted, swollen and red. You squealed when he hit your g-spot, pumping his cock slowly into you, dragging his head over your back wall until it slammed into your cervix. They were slow and methodical, near edging, but he always let you come twice or thrice before finding his end. 

“Mo-“ your words died before you could speak them, the sheer embarrassment of calling his mommy made you want to die, to bury yourself in the deepest hole you could dig alone. You were too ashamed of it, your issues dragging into this world as well.

“You can do it,” Vil encouraged you, fingers skimming the softness of your hips, his beautifully painted nails careful not to bruise your flushed skin, red and damp with pleasure. 

“Please, mommy-” you keened, arching into his slim figure. 

You reached for him, arms wrapped around his neck and asking with a dazed pout for a kiss. He chuckled, smiling at your unbridled hunger, the deep ache for him inside and around you, this addiction you had of him as he had of you. His lips met yours, swallowing your mewls and cries, tongue laving your bottom lip for entrance.

His thrusts were as sensual as his tongue, skilled and sharp. His tongue stole your breath away, curling around yours and moving it to his whim. You panted, searching for his hands, wanting to hold them in yours.

He happily held you, peppering your face and neck with loving pecks. He simply oozed of love and care, like a mother doting on her baby. Like the mother you never had; that was rarely caring or loving. And Vil knew that.

He teased and played, whispering obscenities into your ears when you were in public, a sly smirk curling on his lips. He was dotting and very much so Pomefiore's "mother hen", as much as he was the Prefect. He made sure you looked pretty and proper, your makeup meticulous and your hair perfect. He assured himself that your uniform and clothes were well ironed, your posture straight and your studies high.

Within the walls of his room, he liked to ruin you, his whispers becoming your reality. Bent over his dresser, staring at both your reflection while he ravaged you, hips snapping, his hands wandering your naked skin and your neck caked with his marks. Even then, he'd whisper confessions, poems of his affection. His song spilled from his tongue as he brought you to your end, cooing at you and praising you.

"Come for me, " he rasped, pushing into you, shuddering when your walls tightened around him.

You clutched his hands, fingers digging into his flesh, and your ankles locked behind him. He pressed into you, thrusting sloppily as he smothered you in kisses, locking lips until you had to breathe, letting out rattled and warm puffs.

He mumbled encouragements, telling you to come, to unravel around him as he held you through your peak. He would care for you, ride it out until you stopped twitching, string you long and high. He kissed you, swallowing your wanton cries for more.

Everything felt amazing: his body, his words and his love, his care and attention made everything so much better. It filled your senses with raw pleasure, pushing you closer to your end. You clung to him, hips bucking to match his pace, mesmerized by the sounds you both made, his balls slapping your wet ass, the squelching when fucked you slow and deep and the noise that left your swollen lips.

"Good girl," he hushed, moaning praises into your ears, dragging out your orgasms with a few thrusts, chasing his own. Heat pooled from your navel, his hot cum gushing from his raging slit, spraying ropes to cover your walls. He bucked unto you, shaft still twitching to a small drizzle.

You bloated, shivers wracking your body as his cum leaked from the sides of his softening cock. You were tired, limbs exhausted and mind dazed, but you still clung onto him, descending from your high.

"Thank you, mommy..."

Taglist : @stygianoir

[chaoticbardlady99]

hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some halsin x male reader headcanons about them cuddling or just some physical touch of the fluff kind pls! Have an amazing day/night! And thank you for being open to taking requests

(Brief mentions of NSFW content, but mostly fluff)

I hope I didn't disappoint you! I wasn't sure how to emphasize the male part so I added a little mention at the beginning. I tried my best to fluff it up!

 Fluffy (like GRIZZLY BEAR level fluffy) Halsin Headcanons with a male partner:

When Halsin propositioned you, you told him you have never been with another male (let alone another person) because you never met anyone you clicked with.

You tell him you worry you’ll disappoint him. Halsin scoffs at this idea- you? Disappoint him? Perish the thought. He tells you that he can go slow with you, letting you explore the relationship at your own pace, but encourages you not to discount how incredible you are.

Once you become comfortable in your relationship, Halsin can’t keep his hands off you (Astarion often yells at the two of you to get a room).

He is constantly wanting you near him, on top of him, holding his hand- whatever he can get. He aches for you when you are away and wonders what you are doing when you are gone.

Halsin finds it fascinating that you are originally from the city and not familiar with the outdoors. At first he was shocked and asked what you did to pass time in your boyhood. Your response? Surviving.

After your conversation, Halsin is determined to show you every beautiful thing you have missed out through the years because there was no one to protect you. You have him now, there is nothing to be afraid of.

While you are gone with your other companions (ya know, saving the world and shit), he explores the area around your camp- in search of natural phenomenons to introduce you to on your mutual days off.

Some locations he scouts out for…. Sexual purposes. Waterfalls, for example, are a great way to hide your moans of pleasure. Halsin loves to worship your body. He takes his time and he knows you are embarrassed about the volume of your moans, so he finds a way to make it less uncomfortable for you and just as fun.

Oh, you also always have an assortment of wildflowers outside of your tent when you come back from your adventures. He enjoys the blush on your cheeks and watching you enjoy the scents each flower has.

When you finally have free time, he allows you to sleep in. He brings you breakfast and sometimes he finds berries, fruits, or honey for you since you’ve never had them fresh before. He enjoys your reaction when the sweetness hits your tongue. He is so happy he gets to share his world with you and introduce you to new things.

During your hikes to Halsin’s mystery locations (a romantic never reveals their plans), he holds your hand or he carries you on his back if you had a particularly rough day the day before. He enjoys the way you feel against his back; how you hum happily into the nape of his neck and his hair.

If you point out a plant, animal, or rock- Halsin is ready to educate you about it and answer all of your questions.

Sometimes he takes you out to see the stars and he stays right next you, hand in your hand, because he knows you are afraid of the forest in the dark. You are used to city lights.

He holds your back against his chest while you sit in his lap looking up at the sky.

You are an average sized man, but compared to Halsin? You might as well be considered a halfling, but you don’t mind. He often rests his head on your shoulders or leaves soft kisses in the crook of your neck.

When he feels you tense from a noise in the forest, he provides you with reassurance- he will let no harm come to you, you don’t have to survive alone anymore.

Whenever he is on watch, you sleep outside next to him in your bedroll with your head next to his crossed legs. He enjoys stroking your hair and singing old druidic lullabies to you until your breathing is even and you are fast asleep.

His most favorite thing to do though? Kiss you. He loves softly kissing your lips- whether it be sexually or not. Your lips feel like velvet against his as he gently holds your face between his hands. 

When it’s all said and done, you and Halsin continue to explore nature. He takes you to other druid groves, you swim together in crystal clear lakes, and you sleep tangled together under the stars every night.

Oh and you just know Halsin has some next level kush that you smoke together, entangled while giggling, and coming up with your next fantastic adventure.

[crepesuzette2023]

18. for j/p please! :3

Thank you for the lovely prompt! <3

Kiss fic game—18: As encouragement (John & Paul)

The song is about me, Paul thinks, or would have thought, if he were still thinking about it in words. Years have passed since he and John wrote their first songs together, each one believing he was alone in wanting this (the thing they still won’t name, theirs), and by now, they’re past language. They communicate in songs, it’s true, but it’s not just about the words. It’s about feelings and memories, images, certain phrases they both recognize. It’s about reality and fantasy mixed.

When Paul thinks the song is about me, it is a feeling, first and foremost: of being in the song, of being seen and addressed. Undressed.

They’re sitting on the couch in John’s room, Daddy’s room. It feels as if it’s been years since someone disturbed them, but it’s only been an hour, and it’s the middle of the day, too, not midnight, even though it feels like midnight. The rest of the world is that quiet.

John is singing about him in the careless sandpaper voice that makes everything of his sound like a confession. He’s strumming his guitar, not perfect, but on point, and his lips shape words about a girl—a difficult girl, hard to please, impossible to leave.

Is there anybody going to listen to my story

Yes, Paul thinks—

All about the girl who came to stay

She’s the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry

Still you don’t regret a single day

And then the refrain. A single, drawn-out word, and in between a sharp intake of breath.

Ah, girl

Ah, girl

It sounds like sex. Like the kind of sound Paul imagines John to make by himself, lost in a fantasy of pleasure and pain. Humiliation, too, but there is nothing humiliating about the song, which is brilliant, hypnotic—pure in the way only John’s songs can be.

Paul joins in with the snickering rhythm they’ve come up with together:

She’s the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there

You feel the fool

When you say she’s looking good she acts as if it’s understood

She’s cool

Ooh ooh

Ooh girl

Girl, girl

It’s starting to get to Paul. John’s breathing is caressing him and sliding inside him like fingers. The girl he’s singing about is cool, but Paul is not—he can act it, and at times he’s grateful when people complain they can’t get close to him because he’s too nice—serves them right—he’s not everyone’s. But with John breathing a whole song into the one he’s singing, Paul can’t help it: he’s melting. Not the way ice is melting, but the way rock is melting. He’s glowing.

Only John can do this, expose himself like this without being weak.

When I think of all the times, I tried so hard to leave her

She would turn to me and start to cry

And she promises the earth to me and I believe her

After all this time I don’t know why

God, Paul had been angry when he’d first heard that verse, but in the strange way their songs are both true and unreal, John had tried to leave, and Paul had…not cried as such, but close enough.

And at the same time: not at all.

Did John really feel Paul had promised him the earth? Had Paul done this? Yes, he thinks. Of course. That was our deal from the start…

Paul’s mind ties itself up in knots. They stop playing at the same time. Don’t stop the music, Paul thinks. It’s too difficult between them without it.

Except, of course, the music is always there.

“I’m not sure about this one,” John says.

“Why not?”

“It’s too…”

Paul waits.

“Too harsh, maybe?”

Paul knows what he means. The next verse, they’ve written together, about the girl’s self-abnegation, her belief in suffering and in making others suffer. A critique of religion, yes, but also a critique of Paul, one Paul does not agree with. But he helped John write it, because it works for the song, and with them, music always comes first.

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure

Did she understand it when they said

That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure

Will she still believe it when he’s dead?

It’s a good song. Better than good. Every word of it is true, all of it, even though it never happened, not like this.

“Hey. John. I think it works you know.”

“Not too much of a drag?”

“No, it’s just right.” Paul plays the Greek dance melody he tagged on to the ending, and John smiles.

“Exotic, almost.”

“That’s it.”

They segue into Michelle, mangling the French without mocking the melody, which they both love, and John joins in for the second half of the bridge: I love you I love you I love you. They’re singing it like an idea, as always.

“You saved that song,” Paul says, not sure what he means, only that he means it.

“It has a similar rhythm to mine,” John says, and sings, emphasizing each syllable: Un til I do I'm ho ping you will know

what I mean

Paul answers:

Ah, girl—

Ah, girl…

And John starts laughing.

They stop playing, and before Paul can miss the music, he puts down his guitar and scoots closer to John, excited all of a sudden. He kisses him, intending a small kiss, a kiss of encouragement, an “it will be all right” kiss. Instead, he lingers, as does John, and they kiss each other slowly, ever more deeply. John’s guitar is still between them on John’s lap. Paul loops his arms around him and throws his leg over John’s and continues kissing him, half sitting. It scares him that John is holding back: allowing, but not taking.

Paul slides his tongue into John’s mouth, thinks of the word cool, cool, and shakes his head. And John touches him, finally: he runs his hands down Paul’s back, his fingertips leaving shivery hot trails to the left and the right of Paul’s spine. And there is the fire, wanting out.

“There.” John puts down his guitar.

They lie down on the sofa, restless, with little space to move, but move they do, slotted against each other precisely. Paul nestles himself into John’s arms and John squeezes his back with a mock-skeptical expression on his face, I’m not sure, do you have another? In response, Paul sucks a fold of flesh and blouse into his mouth and bites down. John draws a hissing breath, like his song.

Paul worms his hand between them, but stops himself. “I want us to be naked.”

John’s arms close around him. His voice sounds muffled. “Like the early days. When we couldn’t let go?” They undress quickly, and it takes an eternity. One of Paul’s legs is still inside his trousers when John pins him down and lies on top of him. Drags his teeth along his cheekbones, and finally takes his mouth.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Mother's Scrapbook

Summary: The Fire Family takes a vacation to Seychelles. Azula is trying to start a summer romance with the tour guide and Ursa just wants to take one photograph with her daughter.

She meets the girl by chance on the shores of La Digue when the sun is high and the heat is rolling. She has a pretty smile that competes with the sunlight. Azula supposes that it isn’t pure happenstance, she had booked the tour afterall. An all day excursion of the island and the next one over. 

Where happenstance comes into play is that her initial tour guide has fallen ill—parasites of some sort in his fish dinner. So she has met the man’s daughter. 

It is just she and mother for this particular adventure. Zuzu had wanted to go snorkeling, a means of making good on his promise to Katara that he would bring back neat pictures of the ocean. Of course, uncle wanted to tag along. Truth be told, she wouldn’t have been able to guess that father was fond of snorkeling. Apparently he is interested in the stingrays. 

Mother on the other hand has a particularly adventurous spirit. It is one thing that they share. 

She just hopes that the woman won’t be overly gushing about this. 

The girl, who introduces herself as Seicho has a deeper complexion and pretty, soft brown eyes. She wears a wooden turtle necklace, likely hand-carved. “So you guys are staying in one of those spa resorts?” 

Azula nods. She has been enjoying the Rock Spa and its jacuzzi and manicure services. “We have a garden villa.” 

“That sounds lovely.” 

Ursa nods. “The facials and massages are amazing. My husband claims that he didn’t enjoy it but I haven’t seen him this relaxed in decades.” She ends with a chuckle. 

Seicho returns it. “Well first things first. I’ll show you around Anse Source D’argent.”

.oOo.

Most of the photos she snaps have been candid and stealthy. Azula doesn’t care for taking pictures.  It has been so long since the two of them have bonded and there is so much that she doesn’t know about her own daughter. She only has this sneaking suspicion that the girl doesn’t like to be photographed because she has a habit of finding flaws where there are none.

Mostly Ursa has been capturing nature shots, picturesque panoramas of the palm trees and the hiking trail before them. She has managed capture a few images of slumbering flying foxes and white fairy terns just before they took flight. 

Somehow it had been much harder to take a picture of Azula. But finally she has one. The image shows up on her camera screen; Azula is squatting in front of one of several tortoises attempting to feed it a handful of leaves while Seicho stands to her left, stroking the tortoise’s shell. 

Ursa smiles at the photograph. Decidedly, her next mission will be to convince Azula take at least one photo together. She can’t remember the last time that the two of them have been in a picture together, let alone one that features just the two of them. It would be a lovely addition to her scrapbook. 

“Do you want to try to feed them, mother?” Azula asks. 

“Of course I would.” 

Azula takes the camera from her and Ursa allows herself to be on the other side of the lens for a change. 

“We should take a picture together.” She suggests a little ways down the hiking trail.

“Here?” Azula furrows her brows. “Shouldn’t we find a more scenic spot?”

It isn’t a yes, but it certainly implies that she might just get that photo of the two of them, if she chooses just the right setting. It is only night one of their vacation. Ursa smiles to herself, she has a feeling that she will get that photo eventually.

.oOo.

From atop her granite perch, Azula kicks her feet at water that reflects a mango-pink lemonade sunset. The rocks look pink in this light and Seicho’s face is painted a soft gold. The girl’s hand falls atop hers. 

“It’s pretty isn’t it?”

It would be much easier to make the most of the moment if mother wasn’t there observing and giving her what is supposed to be an encouraging thumbs up. It only brings color to her cheeks and she hopes that Seicho hasn’t spotted the woman. 

Azula nods. “I’ve seen sunsets in Hawaii, The Maldives, and Tahiti. I like this one the most.” Although, nothing truly compares to the volcanoes in Hawaii. “It’s a good way to end the first evening.” She wonders how Zuzu, father, and uncle are doing. She speculates that they are probably making their way to one of the resort’s restaurants, likely picking out a seat that overlooks the water. Zuzu is quite fond of ladob and she and father have taken a shine to the kari bonit. 

“Roasted breadfruit?” Seicho offers. 

Azula scrunches her brows at the fruit.

“I guess that it doesn’t look particularly appetizing, but it is tasty.” Seicho promises. 

Reluctantly, Azula picks up a slice. Even more hesitantly Azula pops it into her mouth. 

“Well?”

Azula hums. “It’s alright, I suppose.” 

“It tastes better with coconut oil and other fruits.” 

With nowhere left to take the conversation, Azula resumes looking out at the winking waves as a balmy breeze tosses her locks about. The world around smells fresh and salty. She finds herself slipping into a daydream of sorts; one wherein she and Seicho are walking across the sand while their families enjoy a beach picnic. 

They are supposed to have a family picnic on day three of their vacation.

“Where did you get that necklace?” Azula tries to resume the conversation. 

“It was my great, great, great, great, grandmother’s. It has been passed down for generations. My mom lets me wear it sometimes.” She pauses. “So what brings you to Seychelles?”

“Family vacation.” Azula finds herself staring off again. “It’s the first one that we’ve taken since my cousin Lu-Ten died.” 

“What happened to him?” 

“He and my grandfather were part of a search and rescue team. No one was there to rescue them.” She will leave it to Seicho to piece the details together. The wound is still rather raw in spite of the years gone by. 

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Seicho frowns. 

Azula shrugs. “I’m glad to be going on vacations again.” It is a simple, lighter way of saying that she is glad that her family is finally on the mend after tragedy and tension had put such a rift in the unity of it. 

As embarrassing as it is to have mother lurking about, she is quite relived that the woman cares enough to hover and supervise. To have the woman’s encouragement. “The hike was nice, mother rather enjoyed it.” And they had rather enjoyed each other’s company for a change.”

Seicho grins. “Thanks! It was my first time giving a tour! I’ll let my dad know that you think I did a good job.” 

Azula nods. She casts a glance at the hand that is still resting atop her own.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I can move it if you’d like.”

Azula shakes her head. “You can leave it there.” She doesn’t think anyone, family aside, has ever held her hand before. She has never had someone hold her hand the way that Mai holds Zuko’s. This isn’t exactly hand holding but it is close enough to make her stomach fluttery.

She catches Seicho’s eyes. They reflect the sun perfectly. So much so that Azula is inclined to say that they were made to do just that. 

She doesn’t kiss Seicho that day, but she has all week to try. 

Perhaps it will be a short thing. 

A tiny little blip of a summer romance. 

But it will be a memory to cherish and look back on when she sees the pictures in mother’s scrapbook.

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Tangled The Series and Sonic Prime. Betrayals Comparison.

Both TV Shows had 2 Characters who turned against the Main Character and what’s really interesting is that each betrayal in Prime is a blend of the betrayals in Tangled.

When it comes to Motivations, Dread is like Cassandra while Nine is similar to Varian. (Although Cassandra has more sympathetic and/or Heroic moments than Dread does, which I will get into)

Cassandra had been feeling upset about her life and she was jealous of Rapunzel so she took the moonstone, hoping things would improve. (I’m not really sure What Cassandra thought was going to happen.) Zhan Tiri had encouraged her.

Dread was a Reckless Jerk in the past, which caused him to lose everything. This event somewhat humbled him and caused his previous crew to begin targeting him. After Sonic arrived, Dread became obsessed with The Blue Shard and the idea of being Legendary.

Magical Black Rocks were spreading everywhere in attempt to reach Rapunzel. Varian attempted to experiment on the rocks, to try to get rid of them and his father ended up stuck in ember. Rapunzel had earlier agreed to help with the rocks but she was busy when Varian asked her to help his father so she reluctantly refused. Varian’s pleas for help had been mistaken as a attack. This led to Varian turning against everyone and wanting revenge.

Nine grew up all alone, being physically bullied and living under a dictatorship. So he wants to live elsewhere. Sonic befriended him and due to this, Nine found the Grim while presumably looking for Sonic. Eventually he grabbed the shards for himself after he realized that Sonic wanted them to fix the original Green Hill instead of going to The Grim like Sonic said he would.

However when it comes to execution, or at least what the writers intended, it’s the reverse. Varian and Dread weren’t intended to be sympathetic. Whereas Cassandra and Nine were and are implied to be the Protagonist when they became Villains.

In the beginning, Varian quickly swore revenge against anyone who tries to stand in his way. Between his pleas for help being mistaken as an attack and then The King sending The Guards to keep Varian silent about how he was lying to Rapunzel, that list included everyone who was still in Corona. Because he couldn’t handle the guilt of potentially killing his father, he shifted the blame onto The Royals In order to cope.

Unlike Thorn + Nine, Dread was already a jerk in the beginning of his backstory. Then He abandoned everyone when The Angel’s Voyage was sinking and only returned since Sonic spoke of him possibly becoming Legendary. Eventually He betrayed Sonic by turning his crew against him, only to then proceed to do the exact same thing he accused Sonic of.

Cassandra didn’t like being a Lady in Waiting and Her Biological Mother was a Villain. She wanted to become Admired and have a High Ranking Status or something but she didn’t get it as fast as she wanted. One has to analyze carefully to understand but Rapunzel is implied to have seen Cassandra as just a Servant. She came across Zhan Tiri, who encouraged her to fight against Rapunzel.

Nine wants to leave New Yoke and is implied to have realized that he would die/cease to exist if Prime Tails is saved. Sonic unintentionally gave Nine the impression that the plan was to take the prism and go to The Grim. Which combined with Sonic’s desire to save Prime Tails, Left Nine feeling betrayed and believing he can’t trust Sonic any longer when Sonic revealed what he really wanted to do.

Sonic also has similarities to Varian, Cassandra and Rapunzel’s reactions to their betrayals.

Just like Varian, Sonic accidentally caused people he cared about to potentially die while trying to save the day. (Although Sonic’s accident was massive while Varian’s was limited to his lab.) Also similar to Varian, Sonic began projecting to help cope with his pain and guilt.

Similar to Cassandra, Sonic had others, especially Shadow, encouraging his rift with Nine. Shadow spoke of a way to fix Green Hill and bring everyone back. However Sonic hadn’t realized or thought about how Nine would cease to exist. (Due to these similarities, I can’t help but wonder if Sonic’s gonna fight with Shadow again if he ever realizes why Nine didn’t want to save Green Hill.)

Similar to Rapunzel did with her friends, Sonic hadn’t meant to push Nine away or break his promises.

For Varian, Rapunzel did sympathize with his desire to save Quirin. But for everything else she didn’t and despite always telling Varian that she couldn’t leave everyone, She ended up doing so anyway to look for an ancient device. (Though in her defense, Said device could end the storm.)

For Dread, Sonic became furious and scolded Dread not long after he betrayed. Sonic wasn’t as angry with Sails, Black, Catfish and Rusty since they were lied to and didn’t see what happened. Since Dread hadn’t had much sympathetic moments, Sonic hasn’t expressed sympathy towards him and even called him a Coward.

For Cassandra, At least half of the episodes were dedicated to Rapunzel expressing belief that Cassandra would reform and/or we should feel sorry for her. Rapunzel was always angry when Others such as Eugene, Varian and the Castle Servants, treated Cassandra as a active criminal.

While Season 3 hadn’t aired yet, so far In the Trailer, Sonic is only upset and wants to know why Nine turned against him and refused to fix Green Hill. All throughout the show, Sonic had been gentle with Nine when Nine would misbehave.

[pixeldistractions]

“Hygiene, Jordan. My God, their skin could rot right off. But you kept them alive, it looks like.”

“We had a blast,” Jordan said. “I would have stayed there forever.”

“Well, you can’t, so welcome back to reality.”

“Can’t? Who says? You?”

“Says everybody! People don’t live like that.”

“Some people do.” Jordan shrugged. “We could homeschool them, unschool them. That’s a thing people do.”

“Not normal people. I worked so hard to get them into that school. They have a middle grade to college prep curriculum. What about their friends, their sports, their future?”

“What about seeing the world and living on our own terms?”

“No. Eww. Why?”

“To break out of this box.”

“The box isn’t the problem,” she said. “We just need a bigger box. A nicer box. I want the boys to have their own bedrooms. I want a master bathroom suite with a soaking tub. I want a home office that isn’t also my dining room.”

“I don’t want to buy a house.”

“Right, you want to live like a hobo.” She cackled.

That was a jab. She hated how little ambition he had. He imagined if she had a genie’s magic lamp, she would have wished him into an entirely different man, maybe a corporate CEO with a six-figure salary. But fantasy wasn’t reality and her baby daddy was tragically subpar for her tastes.

Although it never stopped her from enjoying the sex. He used to enjoy it, too, and he often wondered if it was the only positive thing about their relationship. Now they hadn’t been together in months. He stopped trying to win her favor, it was like pulling blood out of stone. He could get by without sweeping romantic declarations, but would a little basic kindness kill her? A compliment when warranted, some encouragement, a hug? It was no mystery that she didn't love him, but he often wondered if she actively hated him. She wanted him here to help when the boys were little, but now that they were almost ten, she probably wished he would just leave. 

The sex alone was probably never enough. What about because they had a history together? What about staying together for the boys? Could you balance the pros and cons like a mathematical equation and come up with an answer? 

Why are you here? This isn’t your life. 

She sighed heavily and shook her head once she was done laughing at him. “My boys won’t be homeschooled and they won’t live in a travel van. You know the campfire smell doesn’t come out of their hair for days. It really does make me retch. And when you’re done cleaning up this pile, you need a shower, too. Don’t even think about sneaking into my bed for a nap. And, actually, don’t sit on the couch, either.”

He once told himself that he was happy enough, often enough, to not want to rock the boat. But often he was also exhausted by all the ways he didn’t measure up for her.

So maybe he wasn’t happy enough, often enough, after all.

— [x] (5/5)

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[cevansbrat0007]

TikTok Terror

Summary: Read the sequel HERE. You find yourself falling down the TikTok rabbit hole and decide to try your hand at pranking your boyfriends. Not all of them go over well.  Chris Evans x Black!Reader x Anthony Mackie

*Warnings: Shenanigans, Fluff, Light Smut, MFM, Jealous/Angry Chris and Anthony, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Violence (implied), Punishment (mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Edging (mentioned), Restraint Use (implied) Minors DNI

A/N: As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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TikTok Prank #1: I Really Need a Hug Right Now

The first prank you pulled on your boys really wasn’t so much a prank as it was a chance to see their reaction to a very simple request. You’d walked into the kitchen before dinner, sporting a pair of Anthony’s sweatpants and one of Chris’ t-shirts. Both were much too big for you, but you loved wearing their clothes - especially when they were away filming. 

You notice that Anthony is sitting at the counter staring intently at his phone, mostly likely answering emails. 

“Honeybear?” You coo softly, looking down at your bare toes. “Can I have a hug?”

He immediately sits up. “You want a hug?” You nod, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Yeah. Can I have one?”

Anthony stands and opens his arms. “Of course you can. C’mere, sweet girl.” You snuggle into his warm embrace as he gently rocks you back and forth. “What’s wrong?” He whispers, smoothing a large hand through your wild curls. “Why is my baby sad?” You nuzzle against his broad chest.

“I dunno. I just really needed a hug, I guess.” Anthony reaches down to grasp your thighs, lifting your body so that your legs can wrap themselves around his waist. Enjoying the attention, you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “And you guys are going away soon…” 

“Aww, but not for a couple of weeks. Let’s go find Chris, okay?” 

“Okay.” He begins making his way towards the garage. Chris gives you a concerned look, which you don’t see because you’re still snuggled up with Anthony. You feel his hand come to rest on your lower back, rubbing in soothing circles as your other boyfriend murmurs “I don’t know what’s wrong with her, man. Just came to me and said she really needed a hug”. 

Chris leans down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Baby, are you hungry? You wanna eat something?” You nod. 

“Alright, give us a smile and Mack and I will take care of you.” You do as he asks. “That’s better. How about we order-in some sushi and then we take you out for fro-yo?”

You offer him another smile, this one brighter than the first. God, how you loved them.       

 —

TikTok Prank #2: I Don’t Like My Food, Can I Have Yours?

You walk in the house holding a bag from Whataburger Burger. Flanked by your two boyfriends, you plop the delicious smelling food on the kitchen table before going to the sink to wash your hands. You encourage your men to follow suit, leaving you alone with your lunch.

A mischievous smile graces your lips as you begin pulling items out of the bag. Anthony and Chris return to the room, just in time for you to take a bite out of one of their burgers. “Hey boys,” you grin up at them, licking some sauce off of your thumb. “This was a great idea.” You lean over to snag a crispy onion ring from a nearby container as they take a seat next to you. 

“Uh, Y/N…” Anthony frowns. “Those are mine.” He gestures to the onion rings. 

“Yeah, and that’s my burger. What are you doing?” Chris reaches for it.

You shrug. “I decided I didn’t want my sandwich.” 

“Well then why the hell did you order the Chicken Club?” You shrug again. 

“It sounded good at the time. But your food looks like it tastes better.” You bite into another deliciously battered ring. “Chris, can I have your burger?” He stares at you, his face almost comical. 

“No, Y/N, you can’t.” He snatches it back from you. “But why not? I’m hungry.” You pout, poking out your lower lip. 

“Then eat your food!”

Your eyes stray to Anthony as the other man leans over to pluck his box onion rings out of your hand. “Honeybear, I’ll trade you my side salad for the rest of those.”

“Sweet girl, if I wanted a salad I would have ordered one. You do this all the time and it drives me nuts!”

“Can I at least have half of your burger? I’ll split my chicken with you…” He stares you down. “Please baby? I’d ask Chris but he’s being mean.” You know you’re whining now, and while they hated when you did it, you had found out early on that that was one of the easiest ways to get what you wanted from them.

Casting one last frustrated glare in your direction, he rises from the table to retrieve a knife. Chris just sighs tiredly. “Mack, we cannot keep playing into this.” He calls out at Anthony’s retreating form. “She’s just going to keep doing it. This madness won’t end until we die of starvation!”

You stick your tongue out at him as the other man returns with a knife and proceeds to cut both of your sandwiches in two. You gleefully clap your hands as he hands over your half. “Thank you for sharing with me my handsome Honeybear.” You throw your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips.

“You’re welcome.” He grumbles, as Chris rolls his eyes behind your back. “Anytime.”

You bite into your Chicken Club, groaning at the crunch of the pickles and the tangy flavor of the herbed mayo which makes them both look at you in confusion. Swallowing, you dive in for another bite. 

“You know, on second thought, this is freaking delicious. I want my other half.” Anthony stares at you when you grab the second piece of your original sandwich from his plate. “You can have your burger back.”

“Are you serious right now?” Had you really just made me go through all of that for nothing? 

“Yep. In fact, I think I’m going to go watch a little TV while I eat.” You pick up your plate, as well as Chris’ drink, and head to the other room. 

“Goddamnit, you little brat! Bring me back my fucking chocolate shake!”

“Nope!” You settle in on the couch and take a sip before reaching for the remote. “This one definitely tastes better. Love you, Sweet Dumpling.”        

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TikTok Prank #3: Get Dressed Up and Tell Your Boyfriend You’re Going to the Store

Now this one had been fun, dangerous, but fun. You twirl in front of the mirror, loving the look and feel of your new paisley blue floral mini-dress which left very little to imagination. Pairing it with a set of strappy, heeled sandals you grab your keys and traipse down the stairs in search of your men. 

You see they’re both currently outside, relaxing in the pool. Oh, this was too good. Doing your best to look innocent, you step out onto the patio. 

“Hey fellas, I’m gonna run to the store real quick.” They both look over at you, their eyes quickly skimming over your ample, exposed cleavage and skimpy dress. “I won’t be gone long.” You wave at them, letting the car keys jingle in your hand.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Chris shoots up on his pool raft, nearly falling into the water. 

You playfully roll your eyes at him. “Down the street to the grocery store, silly.”

“Uh, no.” Anthony scowls up at you. “Not dressed like that you’re not.”

“Huh? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You do a little spin for them, trying to hold back your laughter at their angry mutters of “what the fuck” and “oh hell no” as they paddle towards you. “You don’t like it?”

Chris is the first one to climb out of the pool. Drying himself off, he begins stalking towards you. “Oh, we love it. But there is no way in hell you are wearing something that short and tight out of this house.”

“Especially when one or both of us aren’t with you. That slip of fabric barely even covers your ass.” Anthony sounds positively menacing as he strides over to you both. “Give me your keys.” 

“Oh my gosh, you are both being so ridiculous right now.” You turn away, giving them your back. “I’m only going to be gone for like twenty minutes.”    

“For fuck’s sake!” Chris snarls behind you. “Are you even wearing panties under that?” You dance away from him, sensing that one or both of his hands are about to go for your bottom. “Let us see…”

“I really don’t get why that even matters - oh!” Chris uses his far superior strength to pin your front against the wall as Anthony saunters over, his hands going to the hem of your dress. 

“I am,” you pant. “I definitely am.” You most certainly were not. But then again, you’d never actually intended to go to the store in the first place.You whimper softly when you feel a large warm hand caress your bare, wet cunt.

“Looks like we have a little liar on our hands, Evans. And Y/N, you know how we feel about liars.” He purrs in your ear, gently nipping at the lobe with his teeth. “We’re going to give you five minutes to change, sweetheart. And then we’ll take you to the store. You make us wait any longer than that, and we’ll fuck your pretty pussy in the parking lot.”    

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TikTok Prank #4: The One Where You Refuse to Say I Love You Back

You’re lounging in an overstuffed armchair in the living room, lazily pursuing your kindle for your next spicy read. Glancing down at your phone, you see that it’s almost time for Chris and Anthony to leave for their meeting with the studio they’re currently contracted to work with.

Anthony is the first to make it down the stairs, looking good in his tightly fitted black shirt. His gaze flits over to you as he secures an expensive watch to his wrist. “Hey beautiful, Chris and I are headed out. Have you seen my phone?”

“I think it’s charging in the kitchen.” You tell him, your eyes never leaving the device in your hands. “Thanks, baby.” 

Chris is the next one down the stairs, rocking a tan summer sport coat. “Y/N, do you know where I left my keys? Can’t find ‘em anywhere.”

You huff out a breath, not looking up. “Perhaps you should check the desk in your office.”

“Okay,” he drags out the word before striding off to check the spot you suggested. Keys and phone in hands of their rightful owners, your men return to the room. They stand there awkwardly looking down at you. 

Anthony clears his throat. “We’ve gotta go, sweet girl. You wanna maybe grab drinks when we’re done?”

“Eh, no thanks. Have a good meeting.” You chirp at them, still not making eye contact.

They turn towards the door. “Alright well, I love you, sweetheart. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.” Chris chimes in, as his hand goes to the knob. 

“Mmhm. Okay.” You respond dismissively. They both pause, turning back to you.

“Is there a problem? Are you mad at us or something?” Anthony asks, folding his bulky arms across his chest. You shake your head “no”. “Then say it back!”

“Say what back?” Finally giving into the urge to look at them. 

“I love you!” They both shout. 

“Oh, I know you do.” You offer them a flippant smile before returning your attention back to your kindle. 

“Y/N, please just say the words so we can leave already.” Chris snatches the electronic from your hands and shoves it at Anthony’s chest. 

“Hey! That’s mine you - give that back!” Instead he chooses to hold it above his head, knowing that you didn’t have a prayer of reaching it. The man in question strides over to you, his hand going to grip the back of your neck, pulling you close. 

“In this family, in this relationship, we say “I love you” before we leave the house. Understand?” Your hand goes to cup his jaw, stroking over his closely cropped beard.

“I was just playing, Honeybear. I love you, okay?” Your gaze flits to your other visibly annoyed boyfriend. “And I love you, Dumpling.”

“Thank you, but we don’t play like that.” He lets go of you and steps away, but not before brushing his thumb across your soft lips. “We’ll be back in a few hours, Y/N. You had better be dressed for dinner and drinks.”

Chris eyes his best friend, who is still clutching your kindle. “And since you wanna play so much, your favorite toy is coming with us.” You open your mouth to protest, but immediately think better of it. You’d just bide your time and steal it back when they weren’t paying attention.               

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TikTok Prank #5: Text Your Boyfriend and Tell Him “He just left, you can come over.”

You had been a bit unsure about this one, but after a series of mental debates, you decided to go through with it. Turns out you should have listened to your gut instinct because this particular prank had gotten you into major trouble.  

You pick a Saturday, knowing that your men had plans to play golf that morning. They come waltzing in from the garage dressed in khaki pants and gray and white polo shirts to give you a goodbye kiss, their heavy golf bags slung over their shoulders.

“Have fun while we’re gone, baby.” Anthony murmurs against your lips as his hand goes down to squeeze your ass. 

“But not too much fun.” Chris presses a loving kiss to your neck before pecking your lips. “We’re gonna need you to give us two old men a rubdown when we get back.” 

“Okay.” You giggle, smacking Chris’s pec. “I’ll be ready with the ice packs and bengay.” You share another kiss with both of them before hustling them out the door under the pretense of not wanting them to be late. Which made no sense to them because they were always punctual. Now you on the other hand…well that was a different story.

You anxiously wait a good five minutes before shooting off the accidental text to Chris. “Hey baby, they just left and won’t be back until later. Come on over.” You nibble your lower lip, suddenly wondering if you’d just bitten off more than you could chew. 

After a couple of minutes, you wander upstairs to your bedroom. Curling up on the bed, you log-in to the security camera app on your phone and wait. Ten minutes later you’re shocked when you see their car return, remaining just slightly out of frame.

You watch with bated breath as they exit the vehicle, now coming into full view of the camera. Your hand goes to your throat when you see them both wielding golf clubs. Anthony circles around your property, clearly headed towards the back, while Chris comes through the front.   

Sneaking out of your room, you crouch down at the top of the stairs, listening quietly as doors creak open and shut.

“When I find that piece of shit, he’s a dead man.” Anthony hisses as he skulks around the floor below you, checking closets and cabinets. 

“I don’t see a car, Mackie. Think maybe the fucker parked down the street?” 

“Probably.” The other man responds. “What trips me out is that she didn’t even notice that she texted the wrong dude. I mean, what the fuck?”

Chris just grunts. “Let’s just find his ass first, and then we can deal with Y/N.” You try and fail to smother a laugh. The house goes dead silent. You hear footsteps rapidly moving towards the stairs, which makes you scramble backwards with a soft “eek!” as you almost fall over. 

You rush back to your bedroom and drape yourself across the bed, pretending to scroll through your phone. Seconds later, your boyfriends burst into the room, clubs raised overhead. 

“What’s wrong honey bunnies? Did you forget something?” Wow, to say they were pissed was a major understatement. 

“Who’s here, Y/N?” Anthony bellows, his chest is heaving. “Who the fuck is in our house?!” 

“No one’s here, guys.” You sit up from your perch to crawl towards them. “I swear it!

“Bullshit, Y/N! I got your fucking text.” Chris hisses angrily as he holds up his phone displaying your message. “Mackie, I got the wardrobe. You check the bathroom.”

Biting your nails, you watch as they disappear to check both spaces. Yep, you’d made a mistake. “Boys, I’m dead serious. It was a joke!” Chris comes back in, getting down on his knees to make sure no one was under the bed.

“Okay, where the fuck are you hiding this coward?” Chris points his golf club at you. “Just tell us where he is and we won’t kill him.”

“Look, I’m sorry! Really it was just a prank that I saw on TikTok.” Trying to contain your laughter, you hurriedly pull up a series of videos on your phone. Anthony makes it through half of one clip before walking away from you, his spine rigid. You can tell by his body language that he’s struggling to control his temper. And by the looks of things, Chris wasn’t doing much better. 

“This really wasn’t funny, Y/N.” He points his makeshift weapon at you again. “You swear to God that you do not have a man hiding somewhere in my house?”

“Our house!” Anthony corrects him from his position just outside the door.

“Yes, I - I swear it.” You meekly assure them.

“Alright. Alright. Alright.” He checks his watch before running an agitated hand through his chestnut hair. “Fuck, we’re late Mack.” The other man snorts as if to say “no shit”. 

“We’ll deal with you when we get back. And for your sake, you had better stay the hell off of TickTack or whatever that stupid app is.”

“Okay.” You sheepishly mumble, falling back onto the bed.

—

Your lovers were still incredibly cross with you when they returned home a few hours later. While you had tried to soothe their ruffled feathers by fixing one of their favorite meals - a garlic and rosemary pork loin, loaded cabbage, and macaroni and cheese - but your efforts weren’t enough. So, you all had spent your meal eating in silence.

You’d cleared the dishes when you finished, taking your time rinsing and placing them into the dishwasher. Both Anthony and Chris had checked out after dinner, still not speaking to you even after you apologized for the umpteenth time. At this point, you were ready for the day to be over.

Climbing the stairs, you enter your bedroom only to see your freshly showered boyfriends lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling wearing nothing but sleep pants. “I’m just going to…hop in the shower.” You mumble. You begin rifling through your drawers for a pair of pajamas.

“Forget the clothes, Y/N.” Chris huffs out an irritated breath. “You won’t be needing them tonight.”

“Um…” Well this wasn’t good. “Maybe I should just sleep in one of the guestrooms.” 

“Go get in the shower, please. Neither one of us is in the mood to ask twice.” Anthony mutters, sitting up. Believing him, you scuttle off to the bathroom, shutting the door and stripping out of your clothes. Sliding under the hot spray, you decide to make quick work of washing up lieu of following your usual routine. You step out not even ten minutes later, jumping slightly when one of them bangs on the door urging you to “hurry it up”.

After moisturizing and brushing your teeth, you rejoin them in the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Now they were both sitting up. You take note of the array of ropes lying between them. 

“Alright, Y/N. We might still be pretty pissed at you for what you pulled this morning, but Mack and I discussed it, and we’ve decided to let you choose your punishment. You can either let us tie you up and edge you until we’re satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson…”

You gulp. They both knew how much you hated when they punished you that way. You always ended up a sobbing mess.

“Or we can tie you down and spank you until you can’t sit for a week.”

“That’s right.” Chris winks at you. “Now choose, baby. You have 60 seconds before we decide for you.”       

END

[frogtanii]

“...suna?”

the heartbreak in osamu’s voice was clear to everyone in the room, but most of all to his brother.

though they hadn’t been close in such a long time, atsumu believed he would never forget his twin’s idiosyncrasies and the meaning underlying his words, no matter how far they drifted.

most of the members were likely to conclude that osamu’s heartbreak was coming from meiko’s obvious betrayal but atsumu knew better. meiko was a part of it, yes, but suna had been stuck by the twins’ side since birth and that was a bond that went deeper than any temporary girlfriend.

as much as he didn’t want to admit it, that hurt. the fact that osamu showed blatant pain from suna’s dramatic reveal but hadn’t shown an ounce of care as atsumu floated further and further away, stung.

they were brothers but they were also twins. they were supposed to stick together no matter what and yet...

a large, warm hand was placed on his shoulder while a smaller one weaved its way into his. when he finally took a moment to glance to his sides, he found sakusa giving him an encouraging tilt of the head and you, his angel, holding his hand tight.

you had no idea how much you meant to him, how deep his care for you ran. you didn’t know how just your presence alone soothed him in his darkest moments. how, since meeting you, he slept well at night with your face floating through his thoughts and dreams. how he hoped and prayed that you would eventually reciprocate his feelings one day.

if you’d heard his thoughts, you would absolutely call him a sap and he wouldn’t disagree. after all, it was you who made him that way.

“-ou told me you broke up with them, meiko. what, what the fuck is this? you’re dating osamu?” suna’s irritated voice jolted atsumu from his simping sappy mind and back into the present.

suna was squared up with meiko who seemed to be just as furious, while osamu stood behind the two of them at the island in shock.

“you knew what you were getting into suna, don’t fucking lie!” her manicured hands found their way to his chest before shoving him back into the living room. hard.

in an instant, yachi was standing in front of meiko with a righteous fury burning in her eyes. “go the fuck to your room. now. everyone else, you too. i have some calls to make.”

the authority in her voice had everyone scrambling, you wrapping atsumu up into your arms one final time before heading off with kenma and oikawa. suna shot the twins an apologetic smile while trailing behind their livid manager to her office.

in only a few moments, the room was empty, leaving the brothers alone in a stifled silence.

after a minute, atsumu finally opened his mouth to speak. “so. meiko, huh?” the attempt at conversation was absolutely pitiful but it managed to make the both of them laugh despite the heaviness in the atmosphere.

the lightheartedness left almost as soon as it appeared, the pair falling back into a contemplative quiet. “i- ya promised nothing would come between us,” atsumu whispered, his eyes growing glassy, against his best efforts. “what happened?”

osamu didn’t have an answer to that. he was meant to be the older twin and while that shouldn’t hold that much weight, it did.

he would never forget the day he’d given atsumu his word, the memory holding firm in his mind as though it happened yesterday.

the two of them had been so excited for their first official summer camp at the ripe age of 7 years old, happy to spend time away from their grandmother in, what they believed to be, an extended sleepover.

atsumu was bouncing off the walls with enthusiasm while osamu had been more reserved, determined to take care of his younger twin just as his grandma told him to.

after the first day of camp went by so swimmingly, osamu was starting to think he wasn’t even needed by his brother, especially after seeing him at lunch surrounded by girls and boys both fawning over him. atsumu was doing just fine on his own it seemed and there was no reason for him to stick around.

that all changed that night when osamu heard atsumu yelling for him from his bunk. the older twin raced over and climbed up into his brother’s bed, holding him close as he cried from the thunder booming outside their cabin window.

“nothing will get in between us tsumu,” osamu had murmured while rocking atsumu back and forth, “not the wind, not the rain, nothing.”

after that, their relationship was stronger than ever, the twins coming to one another for any and everything. their trust had grown so solid that osamu’s promise continued to hold true throughout the years, to the point where one was rarely seen without the other.

somehow, though, that trust had been broken in an instant, just because of one woman and it, for lack of a better word, sucked.

“i care about ya samu, ya know i do, but i can’t let ya mistreat or disrespect my best friend like that anymore. i love ya and i love her too. don’t make me choose,” atsumu before moving towards the stairs, his eyes never leaving his brother.

osamu was frozen in place, the image of atsumu that he’d painted with the help of meiko washing away to reveal his independent, assertive, kind, and caring brother whom he’d entirely lost sight of.

he couldn’t even imagine what atsumu saw when he looked at him—he didn’t think he wanted to know. all he did know was that he was no longer worthy of the title older brother, and he hadn’t been for a long time. osamu needed to become someone his brother could look up to again, someone new, someone better.

“i’m so sorry atsumu, i-i can be better,” he resolved, taking a step closer to his twin. atsumu just gave him a sad, worn smile, tiredness and disappointment written all over his face.

“be better osamu. i’ll be waiting.”

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be better

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[subspencer]

perv spencer (ESPECIALLY s1-s2) would literally spend entire briefings daydreaming about you while staring right at your tits and hotch would be like “reid what are your thoughts. reid. reid?” and gideon would have to put a hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it and he’d go like BEET red after realizing what he’d done. imagine what would happen if you confronted him about it later when y’all were alone ✋🏾✋🏾✋🏾 down bad

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oof okay. spencer daydreaming about you, then without even thinking drawing you naked (to the best of his imagination) or exactly as he saw you in that meeting. and can you imagine finding his sketches? also i know it’s subby baby spencer but in his dream scenario he gets to be on top <3 he likes to think he’s strong <3

wc: 1.4k

cw: sub!spencer, baby!spencer, glasses!spencer, perv!spencer (aka Criminally Horny spencer), fem!reader, titty sucking <3

Hotch is running on about the details of the new case, and Spencer has no idea what they are. He’s technically aware that this stuff is important, but there are more… pressing things on his mind.

Specifically, the way that your chest stretches your blouse taught over your body, where your chest is just slightly too full for this size of a top. The fabric between two buttons right there gapes apart, just enough that he can see a sliver of your bare skin through it. Bare skin and the dainty lace edges of your bra. 

Since he made that discovery about five or ten minutes ago, his gaze hasn’t moved past that little peek. It’s been etched into his memory already, but what good is a memory when he can look at the real thing right now, be completely entranced by you, right now. 

“Reid…” he hears. He pictures you saying it, whispering it into his ear in the dark. The lights are off but he can still see your face, twisted in pleasure as you lay under him. “Reid!” It’s louder now. You’re screaming it at him as he thrusts his hips into you, faster as he approaches his high. 

“Reid!!” He feels a bump on his shoulder and suddenly that image is gone. He snaps back to the present, completely unaware that he was lost in his own dream world as he looks around at the room full of people. He doesn’t even know when they all got here.

While Gideon starts to lay into Spencer for losing his focus, you feel a heat creep up your neck. You caught him looking; you thought he was just staring into space, spurring theories in his mind, until you saw the way he turned red and stuttered through his words. He was definitely staring at you.

His eyes catch yours as you begin to smile and he shifts in his seat, readjusting to hide the obvious tell in his trousers. 

Hotch can’t dismiss the meeting fast enough; Spencer waits for the room to clear out so no one sees him as he runs off to the bathroom to… handle his situation. 

He returns to his desk still slightly flushed, even after splashing cold water on his face post-release. He’s positive the shame is splattered all over his expression as he slinks back to his seat, ducking his head and burying his nose in case files to avoid looking at you for the rest of the day. 

You want to say something, but you never get the chance. Each time you look over to him and think of approaching, something else requires your immediate attention. Whenever you see him heading in your direction, he immediately turns around and walks the other way once he sees you there. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and you are losing. 

Until the end of the day, that is. You wait him out. Spencer doesn’t want to leave the office because he knows that the second he does, you’re going to head out, too. You’ll ask to join him on the metro for some company, like always, and he’ll be stuck talking to you for forty minutes with the painful knowledge he just got himself off in the office restroom while thinking about you. 

He figures if he waits long enough, you’ll get tired and go home, and he’ll slip out twenty minutes later to make sure he doesn’t see you. Instead, you play his game and wait as long as it takes for him to finally go home. 

It’s now nine p.m. The last remaining agents on this floor left thirty minutes ago, and Spencer is still pretending to be working. You’re well aware he finished his paperwork around six or seven, but he’s scribbling away in some journal to keep busy. 

As quietly as possible, you slip away from your desk and creep up behind him, hoping to corner him like your prey. As you get closer, you see what he’s scribbling on his paper. It’s a drawing. It’s a drawing of you. 

Specifically, it’s a drawing of you from the neck down, in the exact blouse you wore today. The buttons are undone and, to the best of Spencer’s imagination, in addition to the little preview he got earlier, you’re drawn sitting in your lace bra with the sides of the shirt laying open to show it off. His memory served him far too well, he has practically every detail of your body’s shape drawn accurately. And he even knew the exact pattern of the lace. 

“Wow… that’s really good…” you whisper before you’re even aware. 

Spencer jumps in his seat, slamming his sketchbook closed as he drops his pen in shock.

“Was that me?” you blush. 

“N-no. That–that was nothing,” he swallows, shoving the book into his desk drawer. He shuffles around the objects on his desk, scrambling to pack up his bag with whatever he sees so he can make a quick escape. You grab his hand to stop him, taking a seat on the edge of the desk in front of his chair. 

“It looked pretty good.” Spencer looks everywhere but directly at you. He fiddles with his tie, his sweater, anything in his hands as your gaze burns holes into his head. Seeing him squirm like this is entirely adorable, so you tease, “Wanna see how close you got to the real thing?” 

His head snaps up, eyes bulging out. He says nothing, so you start to work the buttons on your blouse, and his eyes follow the movement of your hands. He pushes the bridge of his glasses back up his nose, clearing his throat as your fingers undo your buttons from top to bottom. 

“Your drawing looked pretty accurate to me, Spencer,” you smile, popping open the last button and moving your shirt to your sides. “Did you get the lace right?” 

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down his throat. He’s entirely focused on your chest, filling out your bra, rising and falling as you breathe. 

“I- I think so,” he stutters, shaking his head to remind himself to speak. 

“Why don’t you look closer?” You place a hand behind his head, bringing him a little closer to you. His tongue darts over his lips. Even under the dim overhead lighting, they glisten. His lips part slightly as he gets close, eyes roaming all over your exposed skin. 

“I–I…” Spencer trails. 

“You what, baby?” you giggle quietly, scratching his hair gently. He’s rock hard, clear as day, and his mind is completely blank besides thoughts of you. 

“I want you. So bad,” he whispers, barely audible. 

“I know,” you chuckle, stroking his locks with both hands now, letting your fingernails graze his scalp and send goosebumps all over him. Your thumbs rub his cheekbones, bringing his face to look up at yours. His big, brown puppy eyes are boring into yours, wide and waiting for you to say something. 

You dive down, giving him a quick peck, and he chases your lips with his own, eyes still closed, as you pull away. Your hands leave his face for only a second but still he whimpers at the loss of contact, opening his eyes to see why you’ve left him. He looks at just the right time to watch you reach around to undo the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off along with your blouse, now completely bare to him. 

“You know, your drawing is off to a good start...” you take his cheek in your palm again, guiding him to your chest. He instinctively runs his tongue over his lips to wet them before placing a reserved peck against your sternum, above your breast. Encouraged by your smile, he places another. And another. And several more, running down the valley between your breasts. 

“Maybe you just need to get a little more familiar with the subject,” you sigh as he finally moves to one side, kissing over the swell of your breast before finally attaching his mouth around your nipple, sucking softly. His glasses shift up his nose, at risk of falling off his face as he buries himself into your chest, losing himself in memorizing your skin. He carefully bites down with his teeth and pulls gently, laving over the bud with his tongue at the same time, and another whimper escapes him as you moan. “So next time, just ask me to pose for you.” 

[a-libra-writes]

Fluff Alphabet - Tyrion Lannister

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Tyrion loves to enjoy your hobbies with you, regardless if he’s following along or just sitting quietly beside you. While he likes going out to tourneys and markets with you, there’s something peaceful and idyllic about relaxing in a library together, trading jokes and book passages. It’s a sort of romantic situation he never thought he’d find himself in.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Tyrion would most admire a combination of intellect and compassion. It’s one thing to be intelligent, it’s another thing to use that for kindness. He also appreciates a sharp wit, and he’s weak for someone with a bright, cute (maybe dorky) laugh. While he’d admire a pretty face, it’s their mind he would pay more attention to.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Tyrion is excellent at this, having had more than a few moments like this himself. He’ll take your hands in his and encourage you to breath. With a soothing voice, he’ll ask if you want to talk about it, if you want to be alone, if you want a distraction… and so on. Tyrion would hate to leave you in an awful mood, especially if you were experiencing a panic attack. Once you were feeling better, he’d like to find the source of the problem so he can help.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

For the longest time, Tyrion thought dreaming about a future was pointless. He was hesitant about doing so when he met you, even when the relationship/engagement was going well. It always felt like something bad was looming on the horizon… somehow, it would come crashing down. Once he begins to feel optimistic, Tyrion lets himself daydream about you both as a formidable yet happy couple in Casterly Rock, maybe having a few children, just enjoying your lives away from any political nonsense. It would be nice if it came true.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Tyrion prefers an equal partnership in many aspects, though he’s willing to be more dominant and make decisions if his partner prefers to stay passive. When it comes to intimacy and affection, he also likes an equal balance in this — he doesn’t want to feel like he’s the only one putting in work.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Ultimately, Tyrion would forgive them after cooling off because he hates fighting with the one he’s so close to. He’d want to talk through it or just try to put water under the bridge. He’d probably be brooding and grumbling on his own, but by the evening he’d back wanting to make up.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Incredibly, painfully aware and grateful. Seriously, Tyrion’s been through the wringer in his short life; he can’t believe he found someone so endearing and kind. He really thought it was impossible. Sometimes he gives you a sad, wistful expression, and you know he’s thinking about Tysha. Other times he’s giddy with the realization you’re with him. Other days he’s more anxious, worrying it’ll go wrong.

You know he appreciates you because he isn’t afraid to say so. Tyrion wants you to feel appreciated, just as you make him feel appreciated and loved.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Yes and no … Tyrion wouldn’t want to hide things from you, but if he feels you’ll be in danger otherwise, he’s willing to lie by omission. He’ll come clean once it’s safe. Those secrets are more about politics, though. When it comes to his life and past, Tyrion is painfully honest with you later in the relationship. He wants you to feel safe and honest with him, as well.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

A loving partner would absolutely help Tyrion feel more secure and less pessimistic in his life. While his partner can’t be expected to play “therapist”, Tyrion would have more peace in himself. His father certainly couldn’t complain about a functioning and beneficial arranged marriage, so that’s one less annoyance, too.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

This depends on Tyrion’s mood at the time — while he trusts you, in his darker and sadder moods, he can start feeling bitter when you’re surrounded by handsome lords that want your attention. He usually just deals with this by drinking or trying to get your attention. He knows it’s childish, but sometimes he can’t help it …and maybe he likes it when you reassure him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

His kisses are wonderful. Tyrion can be anywhere from passionate to sweet to longing… or a combination of those three. You can tell he really enjoys your lips, too! His first kiss was spontaneous — an act of sudden affection while you both were friends-slowly-moving-to-lovers.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

As a man who knows how to use words, Tyrion’s confession was sweet and so, so vulnerable. He spoke quietly, as if anyone could overhear if he talked any louder. It would be some time after he felt it, once he was sure of your feelings… and maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move, too.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Tyrion didn’t want to get married ever again, but he had a feeling some scheme of his father’s would rope him back into it. He’d try to do research into you, wondering what poor soul got stuck roped into Tywin’s scheming. He’d want to at least attempt to give you a decent, short courting and proposal… … Though you were probably told of the sudden marriage already.

While married, Tyrion is always considerate. He wants you to be comfortable and happy, and the closer you two become, the more he confides in you. He’d start to see you as a partner both intellectually and romantically. Even if you both weren’t romantic and stayed platonic, he’d look after your wellbeing.

As a side note, Tyrion would want you to stay away from King’s Landing. It’d be safer in Casterly Rock, and maybe he likes to rub his happiness in the face of certain relatives.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Tyrion will use your name at first, but it doesn’t take long for him to think of a cute nickname. It would probably be something cute, or just an inside joke between you two. In public, he really loves using “dear” and “love” (and for you to do the same) just to see the surprised expression on the lords and ladies’ faces.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Tyrion is indulgent and considerate when in love. He’ll grant you literally anything you desire, sometimes to the point of foolhardiness. When Tyrion is well and truly in love, the cynicism and anxiety he’s held for years slowly begins to melt. While he’s good at hiding his affection to those in King’s Landing, eventually his reputation as a doting husband will begin to spread. First his family would notice, and then others. Now, it’s not that Tyrion doesn’t like being seen as a loving husband, he just worries his family’s enemies would take advantage of that.

You always know how much he cares. He tells you with words of love, thoughtful presents and lots of time spent together, deep in discussion about this or that.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Well, if you both aren’t married, he can’t really express as much PDA as he wants… though he be plenty loving in private. Though if you both were together at feasts and at court, he would relish how you’d take his hand, or kiss him on the cheek, or sit beside him and laugh at his jokes. Tyrion loves how happy you look beside him, genuinely happy, relishing in the surprised and jealous expressions of the others — the ones who always looked down upon him. Yes, he knows it’s petty. But he loves it and just encourages you to do it.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

One of his many talents is Tyrion’s intellect, but specifically, if you have a problem he’s able to help you analyze it and find a solution. Regardless if it’s just a quarrel you’re having with someone or a serious political issue, he listens to you and is able to present you with solutions. On a smaller note, his Lannister connections and wealth could certainly prove to be beneficial… … but for obvious reasons, you and Tyrion don’t like to be indebted to his lord father.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Tyrion is adorably romantic, and while he wouldn’t admit it at first — eventually he gives in and just lavishes you with all sorts of sweet things. If you’re a romantic person, you’re in for a treat, because Tyrion will absolutely indulge your love of fun dates, flowers and sweet words. Even if you’re a more lowkey person, he likes to send you surprise notes and gifts while you go about your day. And if you’re someone who likes more unconventional things, prepare for a scavenger hung around Casterly Rock or a walk through a garden full of rare plants he imported secretly. Yes, your romantic dates will never be dull with Tyrion. He’s too clever and too full of love to be predictable.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Yes and yes. Tyrion is incredibly supportive in your endeavors, whether they be creative or business-minded or personal. He’ll assist however he can, though he’ll also understand if you’d wish to do———- it yourself. Ambitions are more murky, though… Tyrion would worry about you getting too deeply involved in the mess that is Westerosi politics, not that he has a choice in getting involved himself.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Tyrion is both a fan of romantic spontaneity and a predictable domestic bliss. While the former is exciting and wonderful, the latter is a sort of peace he never thought he’d have with someone. It’s safe to say he’d be happy with a partner whose one of those, or a mix of them.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Given all the shit he’s been put through from both his family and the nobility of Westeros, Tyrion is very empathetic to his partner. Even if they’re a closed off sort, he’ll start to pick up on their habits and personality and want to help them when they’re feeling down. When things become tense in court, or too overstimulating at a feast, you’ll feel his hand on your’s before you even tell him you want to leave.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

This relationship is very important to him — first, he never thought he’d have a shred of happiness and contentment like this after Tysha. He didn’t think he deserved it. But the longer you’re together, the more he sees you as more than a partner. You’d start to feel like a part of him, someone he has to confide in and talk to and see every day. That sort of attachment would be scary, but at the same time, it’s amazing the gods even let him experience it.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Tyrion feels late whenever he has to work late several nights in a row, especially when you both are stuck at King’s Landing. So he makes sure you have something pleasant to wake up to, like a book at your bedside or delicious breakfast in bed. When he has to be gone for a longer period of time, he arranges bigger things for you to be amused by, like visiting musicians one night or a collection of cute notes the next. Your handmaidens think all the gestures are adorable, and aid him in organizing them.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Tyrion is definitely affectionate and loves it when you return it in kind, or better, initiate it. There’s nothing better then relaxing in your arms after a long, arduous day dealing with his lordly duties. Sleeping in and snuggling together in the morning after a long night of snarking during a feast is just true love, isn’t it?

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When you both are separated for a while, Tyrion just becomes restless and gloomy. He starts to miss your conversation and insights, and finds himself talking to himself in his head, pretending you’re there answering. If he can, he wants to send regular letters, but it’s possible he can’t discuss what sort of politicking he’s getting up to. He’ll hide his loneliness well from others, but even Bronn will start suggesting he ought to send for you if he’s going to keep moping.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

The longer your relationship goes on, and the closer you two become, the more things Tyrion is willing to do to keep you safe. Not all of it is pleasant, or nice. He’ll likely keep things from you … but for him, it’s absolutely worth it. He’d rather you be kept in the dark for a while, and maybe be upset with him, then end up dead or worse. He’d even go against his family for your sake.

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SFW (Fluff) Alphabet · Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || Sorry I’ve been so absent this week; I promise I have content for the weekend!

*xFemale!Reader || NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Quite affectionate— he loves giving you affection, and it’s all across the board with him. It can be from soft sweet touches to actual affectionate actions done for you.

Full HC list on this soon! ✧

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Literally the best— for starters he’s super loyal, because if you’re truly friends with him he’s not giving up on you easily. Your friendship wasn’t exactly easy to get to, mostly thanks to his profession, but once you’re in, you’re in. 

100% defensive of you— anyone tries to come at you in any negative way, he’s got a comeback to absolutely destroy them. Also, having someone of his reputation around can be beneficial for when you want to be left alone, as he seems to intimidate people a little bit.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

When you cuddle him— he loves it when you just come over without saying a word and cuddle up next to him, he doesn’t ask questions he just lets you get as close and be as cute as you want. Sometimes he has to chuckle at just how physically needy you are, like absolutely burying your face against his back, nuzzling softly, with your arms around him in an attempt to get his attention / also loves waking up to you cuddled right up against him.

When he cuddles you— he can just tell when you need it, so often times he reaches out for your hands with a “come on, come here,” naturally, you give in, he pulls you into a hug, slightly rocking you back and forth. It’s a lot of soft touches and feathery kisses.

↳ if you’re lying on your stomach, he’ll lie down with you. Resting his head on the small of your back, brushing his fingers across or down your back, sometimes he places soft kisses against your skin, which always gets your attention. You either: 1). turn on to your side, he hooks and arm between you legs and uses your thigh as a pillow. 2). you lay on your back, letting him rest against your stomach, gradually he makes his way up to give the corner of your lips a kiss.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

For sure— it’s not long before you’re practically living with him. Now that you’re in his life, he wants you around for everyday life; what is his very soon becomes yours. You picked up on it when he started to suggest “why don’t you stay here... tonight? And maybe tomorrow?” more often.

Around the house— he’s quite casual. You never feel expected to get up at a certain hour (regardless that he gets up early), you’re never expected to be downstairs and dressed immediately, it’s more of a calm atmosphere that lets you wake up. You don’t constantly have to be around each other, he knows space is important. Sometimes it’s just doing your own things in the same room in silence together. Despite the status of Baron, he behaves like your average individual around the house, he likes to do things himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s actually really hard for him— it’d have to be in person though, as hard as it would be. For starters it would take a lot for him to actually call it over, he’s extremely patient and an expert at working things out with you, because he truly doesn’t want to it end.

↳ a most likely situation for ending it would be that he can’t guarantee your safety due to whatever he’s getting himself into, and he’d rather make the call to let you go than to have no choice in truly losing you because of his own dangerous choices. 

He’d leave it open though— sitting across from him, you stay quiet after both coming to the conclusion that it’s over. However, he leaves you with: “if you ever need anything, in any way. . .” you nod, a few tears falling as you stay silent, staring forward. Coming over to you, he softly wipes a tear away, kissing your temple, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before walking away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s definitely committed in the relationship— ring or no ring, if you’re in a relationship with him he’s all in, not the type of person to just have a fling here and there. It’s total dedication to you, and you only. 

Considering he’s done it once before—there’s a lot of past memories surrounding the topic of marriage for him, which is why there’s probably going to be a good amount of time together before any proposal. He just wants to be sure, plus there needs to be time to talk everything out before rushing into anything. 

↳ when the time does come though, it’s a mad romantic, but personal proposal, with the most gorgeous ring in the world.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically— he’s super soft with you. He never wants to startle you, it’s always what you’re comfortable with. Touches are more than just flirtatious with him, they can be comforting, encouraging, supporting, etc. (He also knows what you’re not comfortable with as well so he can avoid it)

Emotionally— it’s a little more complicated. With your emotions he’s super gentle and understanding, always. He listens to anything and everything you say or just need to vent. He doesn’t interrupt and only gives his thoughts when you ask for them. He never intends to hurt you feeling either, he’s very careful. However, with his own emotions however, he’s a little harsher. He doesn’t really like to show any of the more complicated emotions. And doesn’t always give himself much grace for feeling certain ways, he tends to repress.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Only from you— he doesn’t really like other people getting friendly, unless he really really knows them, even then it’s different. He doesn’t get physical with other people unless it’s a “move— you’re in my way,” situation, but that doesn’t count as friendly.

Extremely handsy— he love to bring his arms around you, so he can completely hold you whilst hugging you. Whether it’s around your waist, shoulders, hips, etc., just depends how the hug is done. He also tends to stroke his hands when hugging you, up and down your arms, back, sides, thighs, wherever.

↳ he likes to nuzzle against your neck, during front or back hugs, with the bridge of his nose, or his lips. He also gives tender kisses while he has you so close. Not kisses with other intentions, just sweet loving kisses that make you smile. Sometimes he brings his hand under your jaw, to tilt your head just enough so he can kiss your lips.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes time, but it’s not forever— when he knows he will tell you with no hesitation. He doesn’t debate telling you or worry about it being too bold, nope, he means it when he says it and he says it when he means it.

He also says it in different ways— it’s not always “those three words,” through his gestures and other phrases you hear I love you a lot.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not if it’s someone you’ve known before him— he’s not intimidated by pervious friendships that predate your relationship. 

When people flirt with you knowing he’s with you— he gets real jealous, real fast. Given that fancy occasions are kind of a routine thing, you’re around a lot of other people who want to flirt with you, and often do pretty openly. It’s rare that Zemo ever leaves your side, which helps, but that doesn’t stop people from trying, which he hates. Typically he just tries to keep you physically near, so he can be there to prevent it.

↳ one time he left to get you a drink and an old rival of his found you. Trying to be polite you remained in conversation, feeling fine until he caressed your shoulder. Almost immediately Zemo was back at your side. Handing you your drink civilly, with a “here you are, Darling,” he then glared at the man standing across from you. Not so subtly, Zemo slipped his arm around you, literally pushing off the unwanted hand and replacing it with his own. You leaned into him more, attempting to make a point, as Zemo continued giving a half smile half glare.

He doesn’t do much about it in aftermath— he’ll calmly admit to you that he was jealous, but he also gets you with “I understand why people want to talk, flirt, and be with you,” he shrugs, “you’re beautiful, they’d have to be blind not to see that, but yes,” he tilts his head, “but. . . I have to admit, there’s part of me that wants that only to myself, of course.” It makes you smile how calm he tries to keep himself, despite the frustration. It’s usually you who actually does anything after these type of conversations though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lightly running fingers up your neck— when he’s kissing you, he traces his fingers slowly up the side of your neck, until he reaches your jaw, there he strokes his thumb across your jawline.

Holding your hand— sometimes when you’re flirting with him, you like to get as close as possible without touching, he knows the game and subtly slips his fingers between yours, then he goes in for the kiss. He can feel your smile and your hands hold his tighter as you give in.

Hand kisses— he gives these whenever, wherever, and however often he can. It’s a cute way of showing affection in a very classy way. He uses them as hello / goodbye greetings, although typically you require more than a kiss on the hand for saying goodbye.

Soft, but turns into more— it starts out as a super sweet gentle kiss, but slowly you can feel it deepen, to which you usually break the kiss with a smile, “Helmut,” you laugh, holding onto his arms around you, as he moves his mouth to your neck, “I don’t have time for this,” you try to stop giggling.

As for himself— he loves the taste of you lips, so every time you kiss him, he adores it. However, there is a sweet spot at the base of his neck, that when you kiss there makes him stop mid sentence.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Fantastic�� he’s actually perfect with kids. Maybe it’s past experience that plays into it, but he’s so sweet with kids. When they accidentally run into him, he gives a “be careful, little one,” before stepping out of their way. Something you’ve noticed is that he talks to them like they’re little adults, which is adorable.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Staying in bed— one way or another one of you convinces the other to stay in bed. Sometimes it’s him asking you to stay just a little bit longer, when you can’t, he understands and watches you get dressed, asking what your day looks like. / Other times it’s you compelling him that it’d be more fun to stay and cuddle with you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxing— it’s a calm, safe, and warm environment when you can both just relax from the day in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’ll lean back against him and ask what he’s reading, when he says Machiavelli, you smile and get cozy, “perfect, that sends me right off,” you close your eyes as he begins to read aloud.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book— there’s a lot of history with him, some good, but also some bad. Even before the whole campaign to end Super Soldiers, he has a bit of a shady past, with his own military exploits. Some he’s made amends with, others he hasn’t.

Depends how much you already know— if you already know a good amount about him, 1). he’ll ask to even the playing field, so he can know you equally as well 2). he doesn’t mind you asking questions since you’re already aware of his general history.

Surface level stuff— interests, fascinations, favourite this-or-thats, he’s pretty open about though! He doesn’t mind sharing or talking about any of the casual topics about himself, it’s just the more personal stuff that takes time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s extremely patient— The only way you would know is by a facial expression. His looks give him away more than his words or attitude does.  

↳ if you’re not getting along, he’s the first to apologise, and it’s not an “I’m sorry” end of conversation apology. It’s a well thought out apology, because you don’t argue about the little stuff, it’d have to be something big to get you at odds for a while.

Silently frustrated— even if he gets mad, he keeps his cool in circumstances. Never raises his voice, his tone just gets a little deeper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything— seriously, he does not forget anything. You’re his number one priority, so of course he pays attention. Even if there’s something you just mention at random, he’ll remember it. Say you mention how you used to have/like/want something, there’s a good chance it’s showing up again.

He also asks— he’s genuinely curious about you and wants to know as much as he can about the person he’s in love with. So, he loves childhood stories, random details, and little quirks about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The moment you said those three words— when you know everything about him, his past, his lifestyle, and you still decided to say I love you. And you still standing by it even though it meant waiting for him.

He also loves remembering the first time he saw you— he says he could never forget it, it was like a divine beauty just walked in.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Veryyy— he’s extremely protective of you, but not overbearing, he’s good a being distantly or subtly protective. In other words in public / at events / new places he keeps an eye on you, even if it’s from a distance.

He will literally do anything— there’s no limit with how far he’d go to protect you from anything or anyone, even if he knows he’s outmatched, he’ll find a way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— he puts a lot of effort into them, mainly trying to make it a perfect yet comfortable setting. So if you like quiet restaurants, that’s what he’ll find. If you like outdoors, he’ll find a stunning walkthrough garden, etc.

Celebrations— it’s always extravagant and grand and beautiful whenever you’re celebrating anything with him. He wants you to feel like the royalty he believes you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

How easy criminal life is for him lol— you love the fact that he surprised you with a real classic art piece for your birthday, but the exact details on how he got it isn’t as pretty. You frequently ask if there’s any other way he could make a living.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vain— despite the fancy and classy lifestyle, he’s never thought himself as an individual of great beauty. He likes beautiful things, which is why he says he was so attracted to you, but personally he doesn’t think much of himself.

He cares though— it’s not like he doesn’t care whatsoever, which is why he’ll usually ask you “what do you think of this?” in regards to fashion. He wants to look nice for you, and he knows how to do that. But he’s not the guy to check himself in the mirror, or constantly fret about his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He doesn’t need a relationship— but that’s what makes your so special. Since he’s not the type to just constantly need someone to feel complete, the fact that he does need you make you and your relationship all the more important to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can crash literally anywhere— you’ve found him on the couch, on the floor, in a chair, and you have no idea why it’s a habit of his, but it is! And you have definitely addressed him about it before.

↳ walking in to his study, you found him asleep on the floor between the couch and coffee table, shaking your head and crouching down, you woke him up. Looking up to you, you asked, “Helmut, why are you sleeping on the floor?” / “Hmm- wh- I’m not on the floor, you’re on the floor,” he states sitting up, brining you into a hug with him.

[amorgansgal]

Thank you! I was thinking, what about those who died (Sean, Hosea, Lenny, etc.) surviving amd comforting Arthur's S/O?

So this is a request from @myybebe and after a little digging over chat, this is where Chapter 6 happens but Sean, Hosea and Lenny are still alive during it. Arthur will still have TB, he’ll still fight Micah, get John to safety, but die in the attempt. Are we all sitting comfortably and ready to cry?

***

Arthur receives a lot of support from Sean, Lenny and especially Hosea while the proverbial shit is hitting the fan. But not even Hosea can stop Dutch from sinking into madness and becoming obsessed with money and all manner of hairbrained schemes.

Hosea is especially distraught when he finds out about Arthur’s diagnosis of TB, but that makes him more determined than ever to ensure the women, children and elderly folk can leave.

Unbeknownst to you, Arthur talks to Hosea about a plan of their own. He asks Hosea to get you and John to safety, because he knows both of you will insist on staying.

As things progress, Sean agrees with getting the other gang members to safety, Arthur encourages him to think about whether he will make a commitment to staying with Karen or giving her the best life possible and leaving her be. Lenny agrees to help Charles with the Wapiti tribe.

Arthur is aware of what Micah is saying to Dutch about how you’ve made him soft and how you’re slowing them down. He knows that as he is unlikely to survive and can’t protect you, he needs to get you somewhere safe. That way they can’t use you against him.

He’s hard-pressed to persuade you, but eventually he begs you to stay with his friend Charlotte Balfour, because he can’t bear the thought of losing you too.

‘Let me have this, darlin’. Let me at least have you safe, I know you want to be with me but I can’ lose you too. I can’ do this knowing you’re hurt or worse.’

He promises that once everything is done, he’ll send Hosea to you and you can meet somewhere that’s safe. You can both go west, set up a ranch, be safe and happy there. You know he’s lying, you know Dutch and Micah won’t let him lead a happy, peaceful life and nor will the TB that’s destroying his lungs. And yet you cling to what little hope is left.

You stay with Charlotte Balfour during the last month and it’s honestly torturous for you. After the Sean gets everyone out, he’s the only one who visits you, in order to give you news. In some ways you’re glad, he always tries to cheer you up and tells terrible jokes to make you smile. But you also come to dread his visits because the news he brings is never good.

Finally, on a cold September morning, the ground drenched with the rainfall that fell in the night, you see Hosea ride up the hill with Sean and Lenny. You gasp with excitement and race over to them, only to come to a halt as you see the grim expression on Hosea’s face.

He looks up at you and without words you already know what’s happened. You fall to your knees, gasping for air, howling like a wounded animal, tears blinding you, so you don’t see Hosea race over to you and hold you in his arms, rocking you back and forth as though you were a child.

‘He was so brave, Y/N. So brave and a good man right to the last moment. The man I always knew he could be.’

They tell you what happened, or what they had heard from John during moments when they weren’t there. Sean and Hosea had both been getting the others to safety, when everything at camp went to shit. Arthur and John had accused Micah of betraying everyone, then the Pinkertons turned up.

Sean and Lenny managed to get John to safety and with his family, but even when Hosea reached Arthur it was too late. Dutch had abandoned Arthur, Micah was still taunting Arthur in his dying moments, but Hosea made swift work of that bastard.

Arthur was relieved that Hosea had arrived and that he would die knowing everyone was safe, and that he would not be alone during his final moments. Hosea held Arthur in his arms and did his best not to cry while his son asked him to look after you, to make sure you would never want for anything and for both of you to keep each other safe.

They both watched the sunrise, until Hosea felt Arthur fall silent and still in his arms, at which point he openly wept. He had wanted to take Arthur’s body back with him, so you could bury him, but he didn’t have the strength to put Arthur over his horse.

Instead, Charles and Hosea buried Arthur on the mountainside, so he could always see the sun rising in the West and look towards home. Lenny offers to take you to his grave, so you can mourn properly and say goodbye to the man you had loved so much, and who had adored you in return.

[rubysunnday]

slipping through my fingers

A/N: I felt like writing a little something for Violet and Bridgerton!sis because this is very much how I feel about eventually leaving my own family.

Becoming a mother was one of the best things that could have happened to Violet Bridgerton. She’d always dreamed of having a large, loving family and she’d achieved it. The loss of her husband, Edmund, had almost broken her but she’d kept going - for her children. Anthony had been her rock - as had Benedict. But, one by one, Violet was watching her children grow up and start their own families. She’d been expecting it for years and she wanted to see all of her children be married off and happy.

But for some, unknown reason, watching Y/N make her debut was one of the hardest things she had ever done as a mother. Violet insisted that she loved all her children equally but Y/N was, undeniably, one of her favourites. Y/N was almost a spitting image of her mother and there were so many things that she did that reminded Violet of Edmund.

Y/N looked at her mother in the mirror, noticing her wistful silence and the way she was staring at her. “What’s wrong?”

Violet looked over at her daughter. She smiled and smoothed her dress down, picking up the earrings she was looking at. “Nothing, dearest.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at her mother, accepting the earrings she offered her. “I don’t believe you.”

Violet chuckled, putting her hands on her daughters shoulders. “I’m just realising how quickly you’ve all grown up.”

“Well, I think you need to take another look at Colin - the man threw a scone at my head yesterday,” Y/N replied, putting the earrings in. 

Violet smiled and gently began fixing her daughter’s hair, straightening her hair piece and pushing all the pins in again. She wasn’t ready to watch her make her debut. It was one step closer to seeing her leave and she wasn’t ready. 

“Mama,” Y/N said, turning in her chair and taking her mother’s hand, “what’s the matter? Honestly, this time.”

“You’re all growing up so fast,” she said softly, reaching out a hand and tucking a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. “Your father would be so proud of you, Y/N.”

Y/N felt her eyes sting and she wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, burying her face in her dress. “Don’t make me cry,” she said, her voice muffled. “I can’t cry.”

Violet laughed softly, resting her hands on Y/N’s head and kissing her hair. “No, no crying.” She straightened up and cleared her throat. “Right, I’m going down - don’t be long.”

Y/N nodded, smiling. “I won’t be,” she promised.

Violet nodded and turned to go. She paused in the doorway and watched as Y/N finished putting her earrings in and Rose added her necklace.

Downstairs, the rest of the family were waiting patiently and impatiently. Violet walked down and over to Anthony, smiling and linking her arm through her sons. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, noticing her teary eyes and shaking hands.

“Nothing,” Violet replied with a soft smile, leaning her head on Anthony’s shoulders. “She just looks beautiful.”

Y/N sighed, looking in her vanity one last time before she left her room. She was nervous - making her debut was a big deal and meant she was growing up and, at some point, she was going to have to leave her family.

She didn’t like being away from her family for too long, Y/N was incredibly close with all of them, especially her mother. She knew she would eventually have to but she wasn’t ready just yet.

But she had to make her debut now - she’d put it off for long enough. 

Y/N inhaled deeply and stood up, her white silk dress falling down around her feet as she grabbed her train and draped it over her arm. 

“Are you ready?” Rose asked, looking at Y/N as she held open the door.

“As I’ll ever be,” Y/N replied with a nervous smile. 

Y/N walked out her room and handed the train of her dress to Rose as she put one foot in front of the other and began walking down the corridor, keeping her head up incase her tiara slipped. 

Her hands began shaking slightly as she saw her family waiting in the foyer and she plastered a smile to her face and began walking down the stairs.

Y/N caught one look at her mother and almost burst into tears as she saw her mother beginning to cry. 

“No, don’t,” Y/N said, pointing a gloved finger at her mother, “we said no crying and if you start, I start.”

Anthony stepped forward and took Y/N’s hand, helping her down the final few steps. “You look beautiful, sister,” he said, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek.

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, smiling. 

“The carriage is waiting,” Rose called. 

Y/N inhaled deeply and exhaled softly, calming her nerves. Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing Y/N’s nerves. He squeezed her hand once and Y/N looked up at him.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. “We can wait another year.”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “If I don’t do this now... I never will.”

“Alright, let’s go then,” Anthony said, smiling.

Colin offered his arm to Y/N and she linked her arm with hers, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment as they walked out the house.

Anthony turned to his mother. He knew how close Y/N and his mother was - everyone knew. He also knew how much this was going to hurt his mother, watching Y/N enter society and prepare to grow up.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Anthony asked, walking over to Violet and linking his arm with hers. 

Violet sighed shakily. “No, Anthony. Watching your children grow up is painful. One minute they’re depending on you for everything and the next moment they’re leaving and moving on. Time is just... slipping through my fingers and I just want to freeze everything and take a moment to appreciate you all.”

Anthony smiled and kissed her cheek. “I understand.”

Violet nodded and the two began walking out the house and to the carriage. She paused on the steps and took in the sight of her children. Hyacinth and Gregory were being reluctantly put into line by an exasperated Anthony, Simon and Daphne were trying to persuade Eloise to leave her book behind, Benedict and Francesca were talking about something and Colin was helping Y/N climb into their carriage, carefully folding the train of her dress up so that it fit inside. 

And Violet wished she had the power to freeze time or take an opportunity to paint a picture - so that she could cherish this moment forever. She knew she had to let go but she was never going to be ready to say goodbye to her children.

And suddenly, the moment was over. Benedict and Colin walked over to their horses, encouraging Gregory to leave Hyacinth alone and straighten his suit up, Francesca and Eloise were trying to grab Hyacinth and shove her in the carriage and Anthony was checking on Y/N one last time.

Violet inhaled and sighed. She stepped down the stairs and time resumed once more.

[bloodycassian]

HARSH - Anon request reader x azriel

“ hey there , ngl i’ve had a pretty rough week and now in desperate need for angst to fluff, az x reader where reader had struggles talking through her life bc of a rough childhood and az helped her talk freely and helped her gain confidence when talking. Reader is talking abt something she loves and az is stressed and tells her to shut up and hurts reader alotttt but….. we can’t have a sad ending, fluff and cuddles after :)) “

"Keep going." He encouraged with a smile, his shadows tickling your cheek. It made you shy away, but you continued your story anyway. The book's pages didnt tremble when you held them anymore. You could see the pride shining from him with every new paragraph you read aloud.

  Reading was always step one of your consulting with him. It opened the connection you shared with him and his past. The poems or stories were never too long, but always held some significance to either of you. Usually the ones he read when you took turns were about darkness, or fire. Never about the hostility of others and the cruelty of nature. Nature was a relief to him in his past. In yours it was a punishment. 

Your families last words to you were as brutal as they had been your entire life. "Leave and dont come back." with nothing more than a satchel of silvers and coppers, you had no other choice than to fight to survive against the cold of winter court. Then you started travelling, far and wide. Until you met Az. 

The rest didn't matter after you met him. He was yours, and yours his. And that was the only thing you needed from then on. His chosen family welcomed you in with a loving embrace. and you learned a new kind of love. One full of understanding and patience. 

you finished your poems together and talked as long as you could before he got called away to a meeting with the high lord. You assumed it was about the forces to the east as he had mentioned earlier that week. But you left him to it, not wanting to have him more stressed than he'd already been about the threat that week. 

+ You rejoined him again in his room. You'd made both of you a cup of tea for winding down. He didn't take it when you offered, so you set it down on one of the few empty spaces on the enormous table in his room. He seemed flustered, poring over the map on his table beside a half polished sword. The dark marks under his eyes indicated another rough night. "You should rest." You said softly. He didn't move. Didn't even tear his eyes away from the map.

You stared at it with him, noting the natural limitations of troop movements. "You could get Illyrians to fly over..." You suggested, but to no response. Nerves twisted your gut. Whatever had him in such a locked state was something you likely should be worried about as well. 

His cold stare was like the one he wore on the battlefield. Some internal blocking to cope with the horror. You noted the worn book under his clenched fist. One of the ones he'd read from before. Many of its verses were about a quality of males, the infamous duality of man. How precious life was in the balance of good and evil.

You saw the doubt there in his eyes then. The anger, the guilt of everything he'd ever done in his centuries of life. The blood spilled, the words that left people broken that could never be taken back.

You desperately wanted to snap him out of his dismal state. You pulled at his arm, trying to get him to break the lock he had on the corner of the map. He didn't budge. Frustration began building deep inside you. You knew he wouldn't let you sit in silence like this. What would he do for you? 

You picked up an indicator from the map, and spun it. "Az, staring will not help it. You need rest." He was locked in though, in a trance almost. The concern pushed harder into you. Were you to get Rhys? You'd never seen Az so... cold before. With you he was always a welcoming open lover. Never this... closed off. 

His shadows slowed, but he didn't move. his eyes scanned the paper from up to down, over and over again. You rubbed your eyes. "When I was small, I would stay up late reading. Very late. My family would-"

"Just shut up for two seconds, I'm trying-" He sighed, his face going red. The fist on the book curled around it's spine. Whit knuckles bulging out. 

You blanched and stepped back. Stunned at the aggressiveness of his words. He finally looked away, his mouth pinching into a thin line at the sight of your wide eyes. He abandoned the table finally, and reached for you. His scarred hands trembled slightly. The tiredness left his features. Only regret was left there. 

You didnt know what to do. Your mind raced with the rejection. The aggression of his words. You turned and strode out of the room, shaken.

+ He found you deep in the library after giving you a few to cool down. Giving himself the verbal lashing of a lifetime. That accompanied with Clotho's harsh glare.... he didn't know if he'd ever live the words down.

He approached you slowly. As if he were approaching a spooked animal. "I'm fine." You announced. And truly, you were. You had gone to the library because it was a safe spot for you, where you could practice your breathing alone. 

You knew he didn't mean to hurt you. You knew he'd had a rough week. It wasn't an attack against you. You told yourself those affirmations over and over but they still didn't fully settle you. His presence was unmistakable. You knew he'd been beating himself up over the harsh words too. 

That didn't make you feel better though. You gave him a slight nod and he took the seat across from where you were curled up. You hoped he didn't notice the red spottiness of your cheeks, or the way your eyes were red rimmed.  By the tension in his body though, you knew he saw through your act. 

He sat at the edge of the lounge chair across from you. His looked absolutely ragged. His hair was a mess, the dark circles were back under his eyes that held all the regret in the world. "I am so sorry." He started, those dark brown eyes boring into yours. "I will never do anything like that again. I promise. I am so sorry." He continued, wringing his hands. "I dont know why I -"

"Stop..." You said, voice shaking. He obeyed, and tried to hide his own emotion. "Just.." You sighed, walked around the small table separating you and took his hands, wrapped them around your middle and sat in his lap. He held you, rocked with you while you took in his scent. The mix of it with the smell of the books was like a heavy blanket over you.

You didn't remember him taking you back to your room. But when you woke, there was a cool glass of water on the bedside table with a fresh vase of flowers. Az quietly snored beside you, blanket pulled up to his chin. 

You took a sip of the water and returned to him, wrapping yourself around his wings and sharing your body heat together in the cool room. He muttered once you settled. One small movement of his lips. "Love you..."