#while this fits into everyone else also having their presence; doing their thing; is >>>>> being with a group as its nth wheel for no reaso

[unproduciblesmackdown]

no, More active effort, More conscious consideration

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have been binging your work!

I don't know if this breaks your trauma rule or not, but (with the guys of your choosing as long as Ratio is there) how would the guys react to losing reader (they haven't confessed feelings yet) during a mission and thinking they died. Then, the reader reappears a week later bandaged up, but alive. Maybe spouts their confession first? ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I adore your writing. Thank you!

This is way too fucking long, so be warned. It’s like I rammed 4 mini stories in one but got lost at some point cuz I left this ask to collect dust. Also thanks for enjoying my writing it’s much appreciated. :) 🦦🐿️

Sunday:

The moment he got news that you’ve been assumed dead in the aftermath of a dangerous mission, he looses composure really quickly.

Loosing Robin was one thing but loosing you on top of that was the straw that broke the camels back.

He originally doesn’t believe that you were gone, he refuses to as he practically tears his office to shreds in a fit of anger and grief before forcing himself to regain composure and clean up after his outburst. He needed to in order to keep up the illusion that he was the levelheaded leader The Family needed in these moments of chaos and mistrust.

Even if he himself was breaking down internally alongside everyone else, hellbent on finding the culprit for your death and punishing them so severely that they’d beg for death. He’d avenge you in anyway he could, even if it meant sending out the bloodhound family on a wild goose chase that only ends in dead ends, he would get you justice no matter how it may come.

His heart had died alongside you that day.

So when a week passes and he finally has you back in his arms, all the while being carful with your wounds as his eyes searched you over in a way you weren’t use to.

‘You’re alive.’ He breathes out in relief as he then begins to laugh and rest his head against yours, breathing you in deeply as he relishes in this long awaited moment. ‘Of course you’re alive.’ He mutters.

‘Sunday,’ you began but Sunday was quite to cut you off.

‘Do you know how I felt thinking you were dead? Driving myself insane to prove that you were still alive anyway I could as not to bear the idea of walking through this life without the one person I love so dearly.’ Sunday takes a brief pauses in his monologue, feeling out of breath after having put everything out into the open before continuing. ‘I thought my heart had stopped beating that day and now I have you bad in my arms.’ Sunday then chuckles darkly as he gripped you tighter. ‘I’ll ensure that I’d never have to revisit that part of my life ever again.’

‘Sunday-‘

‘Shhh.’ Sunday cuts you off once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. ‘Just know that what I do after this, I do out of my love for you.’ He says against your forehead before pressing another kiss there for good measure.

Jing yuan:

Loss wasn’t new to Jing Yuan.

He has experienced it in multiple forms throughout his life, but that didn’t made the news of your death any less painful for the General.

While his mind might’ve made peace with the fact that you were gone, his heart however did not as he would find himself in the places that you often vacated to in moments of stress, or to just be left alone for a while with your thoughts. So to no longer see you in any of those hidden spots -waiting for him to find you like you usually did- only worsened the grief he felt in his heart as he sat himself down and allowed the memories to pass over him in waves.

You were both so happy together and felt a sense of fulfilment that could only be achieved when you were within the other’s presence; A feeling that was uniquely yours and yours alone that could never be replicated, ever. For no one could ever come close to replacing you, nor the companionship you and he had for each other that many assumed would blossom into something more; Jing Yuan also shared the same sentiments as they did, but just as he built the courage to push that boundary between the two of you, you were taken from him before he could utter a single word.

So when a week passes and Jing Yuan found your battered and beaten form in one of your secret spots, back resting against a tree with your eyes closed.

‘Y/n?’ He called out and your eyes opened upon hearing his voice and looking at him with a weak smile. ‘Hey General, miss me?’ You said as you struggled to get up to your feet, only to stumble forward and into Jing Yuan’s chest as his strong yet gentle hands hold you in place.

‘More than you could ever hope to know.’ Jing yuan said as he focused on how you felt beneath his hands, warm and alive.

‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’ You muttered against his chest as his warmth made you realised just how tired you were from everything you’ve experienced this last week alone. ‘I never meant to keep you waiting in fear that you’d forget about me if I don’t stay in your life long enough.’ You admit and Jing Yuan instinctively presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you protectively.

‘I could never forget about you my beloved.’ Jing Yuan reassured you as he looked you deep into your eyes. ‘You’ve managed to carve your place within my heart and soul, so much that there isn’t a day where you aren’t all I think about, regardless of whether or not your by my side or far away.’ He finished by pressing a gentle kiss to the gauze on your cheek, chuckling upon seeing your cute attempts of burrowing your face into his chest.

‘How long have you’ve been waiting to say this.’ You asked, thankful that he was the one to admit his feelings first, as you would’ve had a hard time articulating your words as fluidly as he could.

‘For a very long time.’ Jing Yuan replied with a small smile as he then proceeded to lift you into his arms, cuasing you to squeal in surprise, as he made sure to be carful of your wounds and began walking to the nearest medics to make sure your wounds weren’t going to be trouble later on.

Aventurine:

He didn’t know what to think when you were pronounced dead, all Aventurine could feel in that moment was an overwhelming numbness that encased him entirely.

The only light left in his life had been snuffed out, plummeting him into utter and total darkness he had once been well acquainted with until you came along, giving him a reason to keep looking forward despite everything.

You were no longer here to hold onto his left hand before he could even think of hiding it behind his back out of habit, you were no longer here to be his reason, his comfort, his safe place. You were taken away from him unfairly and once again Aventurine found himself asking the same question he has been asking himself for a long time; why everyone was born into this life just to die.

So when a week passes and Aventurine finds himself sat on a bench somewhere, still not dealing well then than he was the week of your assumed passing, lost in his own thoughts when someone took a seat next to him. Aventurine was just about ready to tell them to go away, when he saw just who was sitting next to him; you.

‘I know, I look like shit but you don’t have to look at me like that.’ You spoke upon feeling his eyes gaze upon the gauze on your cheek, then towards the array of bandages that littered the rest of your body.

‘I thought you died.’ He hissed, emotion was heavy in his voice as his eyes became bleary with unshed tears as he felt his breathing become heavy with the reality that you were alive. He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t in that moment as his mind raced. And it wasn’t until you reached out to grasp his left hand and intertwine your fingers together, squeezing, did everything finally became clear to him.

‘I thought I was too at one point but there was something that kept me from journeying over to the afterlife.’ You admit, looking over at him and smiling sweetly, wanting nothing then to calm his thoughts and reassure him that this wasn’t a dream.

‘And what was that?’ He laughs humourlessly as he stares back at you, wanting to hear what excuses you could come up with for faking being dead for a week. ‘Willpower? Determination?’

‘You Kakavasha.’ You replied straightforwardly and his breath hitched in his throat. You rarely used his actual name unless it was absolutely serious. ‘You were all I thought about as I pushed through my injuries.’ You told him as you continued. ‘Kakavasha is waiting for me was just about all I could think about for a week straight.’ You finished as though you didn’t just confess that he was your soul motivator in staying alive.

‘Really?’ Aventurine said softly, finding it impossible that he could possibly be your reason for anything. ‘Why?’

‘Yes really.’ You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you rested your head against his shoulder. ‘As for why, it’s because I like you more then did let myself admit, but i just wanted you to know incase anything truly bad were to ever happen to me-‘

‘No.’ Aventurine cut you off suddenly, squeezing your hand as though he were afraid. ‘Nothing is going to happen to you, not now. not ever. I just got you back.’ He adds resting his head against your own in a desperate attempt of feeling more of your against him. ‘Just stay with me…please.’ He begs you in a whisper as he nuzzled further into you. ‘and don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I don’t think I can bear the thought of loosing you again.’

You smiled softly as you just whispered back against the skin of his neck. ‘As long as you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow. I like my crush to be alive and close by even if he can be a pain in my ass sometimes.’

Aventurine chuckles, his heart becoming whole again as he made you cuddle into his side, kissing your head once more as you took this moment to familiarise yourselves with each other. ‘At least I’m a pleasurable pain in the ass.’ He teased and you pinch his side, causing him to flinch, but his smile remained and this time his smile was genuine.

His light has came home.

Ratio:

Fully believed that he’d see you when the mission ended, knowing just how talented and dedicated to the craft you were, and having faith that this would be a measly walk in a park for you.

Only to receive word that you were one of the many who were assumed dead when you weren’t found amongst the living nor the dead.

Veritas tries to remain as levelheaded and logical as possible during this time and continue life as normal. However found himself retracting from everyone else and going none contact, more so specifically with the people you were once associated with, and instead focused heavily on his studies and academics to an unhealthy extent.

A week passes and Veritas feels as though he’s seen a ghost the moment he saw you in his peripheral vision, bandaged and dressed in ripped clothing but still somehow finding it in you to smile.

‘You idiotic Buffon!’ He exclaims as he walks towards you.

‘Well that’s a nice way to greet someone you care about.’ You replied as you readied yourself for a massive rant about how stupid you were and so on, but instead you were held against his chest as he burrows his head into your neck.

‘I thought you died.’ He says in a whisper as he breathed you in. This went against all logic but in that rare moment Veritas didn’t care, you were alive but he still couldn’t let go of the fact that you didn’t tell anyone you were still alive. ‘Why didn’t you tell anyone that you were alive, send a signal, anything.’

You shrugged as you made yourself comfortable in his strong arms. ‘All communications were badly damaged or completely cut off.’ You told him. ‘I was on my own for a long while before finding my way back to you.’

‘Me?’ Veritas asked, pulling away from you. ‘Why not a medial facility for a proper treatment of your wounds? Have you hit your head so hard that common sense had been left on the back burner when making that decision?’

‘I wanted to see you first you dickhead!’ You exclaimed, shutting Veritas up rather quickly with your confession but you didn’t care. ‘is it so wrong of me to let the man I love know that I’m okay? So go ahead and call me an idiot all you like but that won’t change the fact that I felt more fear about not telling you how I truly feel then dying on some stupid mission.’ You finished your rant.

‘You’re insufferable.’ Veritas said after a moment of silence and you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this that you didn’t notice that Veritas has began to close in the distance between the two of you.

You scoffed. ‘Oh sure call me insufferable as if you-‘ Veritas cuts you off by cupping your cheeks and planting a sweet short lived kiss against your lips before pulling away with a smirk.

‘Glad to know that the feelings are reciprocated.’ He says, taking enjoyment of rendering you speechless as he gently guided you to medical, and remaining by your side for the remainder of the day.

[shockercoco]

The Lucky One

Benny Cross x reader

Warnings - jealous!reader, some swearing, smoking, mentions of smut, fluff

Word count - 2351

a/n - ngl I wanted to add smut but it just didn’t seem like it fit, also we need more benny imagines ppl👀 i hope you all enjoy :) — read part 2 here !

“I’ve told you this before, and I’ll tell you again – you are one lucky girl,” Kathy tells you from her spot next to you, nodding in Benny’s direction. “Or should I say that he’s the lucky one?”

You laugh as you follow her eyes, looking at Benny playing pool with some of the other Vandals in the corner. Just like any other weekend, you find yourself in this bar with all the other girlfriends as you watch Benny try to win a game of pool.

From the low lighting of the room, you couldn’t deny how good he looked as he leaned against the pool table, waiting his turn. You felt warmth bubble in your stomach, but you casually dismissed it. 

You definitely weren’t the only one who thought this, though, because some of the random floating girls had their eyes on him as well, staring at his tattooed arms that shined from the thin layer of sweat covering them. Some of them were even bold enough to go up to Benny and throw themselves at him, knowing that he was taken, but not caring. 

Everyone once in a while, Benny would find your eyes and shake his head in amusement from the unwanted attention.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you smile at her.

“Whatever you say. All I know is that it will always amaze me that Benny somehow convinced you to go out with him, “ she shakes her head in fake disappointment. “What a shame.”

Another laugh makes its way past your lips, causing you to choke on your drink. Kathy wasn’t dating anyone from the Vandals, but she hung around them a lot since she was close with some of the members – and of course because you were always around.

You turn around once you feel a presence sit down in the seat on the other side of you, revealing Benny who is already looking back at you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as he gives you a wink.

“What are you saying to her now, Kathy?” he asks with a smile as he looks past you to look at her.

“Nothing she didn’t already know,” she shrugs, giving you a sly smile.

“Which is…?” Benny raises an eyebrow at her.

“It’s girl talk. We can’t tell you, and you wouldn’t want to know either,” you chime in before Kathy could answer. She is notorious for saying something that would get under his skin, but it’s not like it's unwarranted because Benny does the same thing right back to her.

Benny’s about to say something else when someone interrupts him. You all turn to look at Cockroach and Benny’s ex, Kay. Well, it’s not really his ex because they didn’t really date, it’s just a girl he used to ‘have relations’ with a while ago and who is a regular at the bar.

You shoot Kathy a knowing look, to which she returns, before looking back at the standing pair.

“Hey, Benny, a few of us are headed out to have a smoke. Do you want to join?” Cockroach asks, as he playfully shakes Benny’s shoulders. He holds out a cigarette for Benny to take, Benny’s ex gives you a smile before looking over at Benny, giving him a hopeful one and wanting him to say yes.

“Sure,” Benny answers as he grabs the cigarette from his friend’s hand before looking at you and asking, “Do you want to join?”

You shake your head at the offer. He knows you hate smoking and only put up with it because of him, but he didn’t want to leave you out.

“No, you go ahead,” you tell him.

Benny nods, before getting up from his seat and following a small group. You watch as they walk away and out the double doors, though you could still see them through the glass window.

“Why didn’t you go with him?” Kathy asks as the two of you look outside. “If I was you and a girl my man used to have sex with and offered him to smoke, I would be right behind him.”

“It’s not like he’s completely out of my eyesight,” you tell her, your eyes still on Benny. You watch as he accepts a lighter Kay offers, leaning down to light the cigarette with it still in his mouth. He takes a deep breath in and then slowly exhales, a cloud of smoke floating out of his mouth.

“I’m not doubting him, believe me that man loves you too much to even give someone else a chance. I’ve never seen him like this. I am doubting that girl though.”

“I’m not too worried about her,” you point out, but you feel your body contradict itself as you watch Kay laugh at something and place a hand on Benny’s arm to keep herself steady.

You don’t know much about Kay, but from what you’ve seen around the hangout, she seemed nice. Well, nice enough. It’s not like she and Benny broke off on bad terms either, they just stopped seeing each other since Benny had decided to leave town for a couple months. And it’s not like she isn’t attractive.

That had always been one of your biggest fears when it came to your relationship – Benny just deciding to up and leave you without a moment’s notice, or just randomly drop you from his life. He seemed to be pretty happy and content with you, though, always wanting to be around you. That didn’t stop that fear from lingering in the back of your head.

You shake your head, an attempt to make your thoughts disappear, and take a sip from the drink you had been nursing.

Throughout the night, you stay around Kathy. The two of you have a couple more drinks as you both decide to play some rounds at the pool table since most of the guys had walked away. Some of the guys you and Kathy did  like were around to play as well. You joined in on some of the bets and even ended up winning some money, but some of the guys got upset.

While all of this was happening, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out of the window at Benny. It was mainly to admire him, but you can’t deny the fact that you were trying to read everyone’s lips through the glass. I mean, you couldn’t help yourself. It seemed like Kay was constantly laughing at things Benny would say and vice versa. Then again, they could be pity laughs. You hope they were just pity laughs.

Benny didn’t come back inside until the night ended and people were beginning to head home. He said his goodbyes, even to Kay, before coming back inside and searching for you. His eyes land on you near the pool table with Kathy and he makes his way towards you, grabbing your jacket and his.

“You ready to go?” you hear Benny ask from behind you.

“Oh, yeah. I guess it is late,” you turn around to look at him, no Kay in sight. You put the pool stick back in its spot, Kathy doing the same. 

He hands you your jacket before putting on his leather one as you all exit the bar. 

“You two be careful getting home,” Kathy tells the two of you, mostly to Benny as a warning. He rolls his eyes in response.

“Relax, Kathy, she’ll be fine,” Benny says, handing you a helmet before starting the engine of his motorcycle.

You watch as Kathy walks away, heading towards one of the Vandals already on their bikes and asks for a ride home. You give her a wave as Benny pulls off, before wrapping your arms around his waist, hoping he doesn’t do anything too reckless on the way home.

You hate that you feel this way about Benny staying outside practically the whole night. It’s not like it’s a new thing for him since it's common to see some of the Vandals outside enjoying a cigarette. It’s just that you weren’t a huge fan of Kay being in his company, for an extended period of time at that. 

Again though, you shouldn’t care because he’s going home with you tonight and not her, but you still do.

When the two of you arrive back to your place, you quickly dismount the bike and head inside to take a shower, not wanting Benny to see your face because there’s no doubt that he’ll be able to see right through you. 

You hope he doesn’t try to join you in the shower either, since you’re not particularly in the mood at the moment. Thankfully he doesn’t and just sprawls out on the bed and waits for his turn in the bathroom.

While Benny’s in the shower, you decide to go downstairs and make a cup of tea to help you relax – reading a random newspaper while you wait for the water to boil on the stove. Hopefully this will help you get over the petty thoughts in your mind.

“I forgot to ask you, the guys are having this picnic in a couple of days and I was wondering if you wanted to come?” you hear Benny ask as he enters the kitchen. You glance out of the corner of your eye and take in his appearance – he’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top with his hair still damp.

“Yeah,” you answer, keeping your eyes on the paper on the counter. “Who’s going to be there? everyone?”

He starts listing off some names.

“And Kay?” you ask.

“I guess so, yeah,” Benny blinks, confused as to why you asked, but choosing to ignore it. 

It’s silent for a moment, neither of you saying anything next. Then you hear the sound of boiling water, so you move from leaning against the counter to pour the water into a cup, the tea bag already sitting inside.

Behind you, Benny is staring at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sensing something is up and trying to figure out what. He didn’t do anything tonight, at least he doesn’t think he did, so why did you seem upset? Was it because of someone back at the bar, one of the Vandals?

“What’s up with you?” Benny asks with a tilt of his head.

“Nothing, why?” you shrug, giving the water in a cup a small stir before grabbing your newspaper to read again.

“Because you’ve barely said anything since we left the bar, so what is it?” he asks as he steps closer to you.

“I just said something.”

“Oh wow, four whole sentences,” he sarcastically says. “I’m serious.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m fine, I’m just tired.”

Benny doesn’t believe it for a second. He steps closer to you and takes the newspaper from your hands, wanting you to look at him. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

“What are you doing?” you turn to look at him.

“No, what are you doing? What’s up with this little mood you’re in?”

“Benny, please, it’s too late for this,” you roll your eyes and turn away, reaching for your cup. So much for relaxation.

Benny takes that from your hands too, moving everything out of your reach and using his body to press you against the counter. It took him a minute, but he thinks he has an answer.

“What’s your problem?”

“Why did you ask if Kay was going to the picnic?” 

“I didn’t know it was a problem for me wanting to know who’s attending,” you fold your arms across your chest, you glare up at him.

“It’s not, but you never ask about her. So what is it really?”

“What are you trying to accuse me of?”

“We both know what,” Benny leans down closer to your face, placing his arms on the counter on both sides of you. “I just need you to say it.”

“Fuck you,” you stare into his eyes, his gaze just as intense.

And fuck him for being able to read you like a book.

“So it’s true, then?” He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

There was no way in hell you were going to say you were jealous.

But Benny will. “There’s no need for this facade anymore. You’re jealous, and that’s okay,” He smirks.

You just stare back at him, your jaw clenched and slightly embarrassed.

“And what’s even funnier is that it’s because of someone like her,” he laughs.

You don’t say anything, but look away from his gaze.

“Oh come on, baby, don’t be like that,” He told you, moving his head to try and meet your gaze, but you don’t budge and continue to stare at the wall. “You would think that the fact that I’m sleeping in the house with you is confirmation enough that you’re the one I care for. Not to mention the countless times I’ve left you speechless in the bedroom.”

“Benny!” you gasp, shoving him away from you, but he just comes right back. 

“What made you jealous of her?” He questions, his smirk disappearing and his face becoming more serious.

“Nothing important,” you tell him, trying to get him to drop this conversation. You really were tired, and buddy wanted to go to sleep after an eventful night, but it’s Benny.

“No, no, no. Tell me,” He shakes his head before adding, “Don’t make me force it out of you.”

You hesitate for a moment. “She was practically all over you outside the bar, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it,” you admit.

“I noticed that too, but I didn’t want to make a scene,” he says and you shoot him another glare. “But since you seem to care so much, I’ll remember to make one next time.”

He glanced down at your lips for a second before leaning in to close the gap between the two of you, but you move your head out of the way and press your finger against his lips.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” He mumbles. “What now?”

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[m-oddinsdottir]

SMALL SPACE, BIG WINGS

the lord of Bloodshed and the étoile .ˊˎ ⚔️

Cassian x Fem! Reader

Words: 2,974

Warnings: smut, fingering, dirty talking, use of pet names, Cassian is a consent king, tension, reader ‘despising’ Cassian, Cassian being secretly smitten over her, unprotected p in v, size kink, multiple orgasms, creampie, slightly nipple play, no use of y/n. let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: After being sent on a small and easy job, you end up locked up with Cassian while trying to hide. You two barely fit inside together and the tension is definitely not making things any easier.

A/N: so this is the first time I write smut, definitely had to made my research in how to translate some things from my first language. friendly reminder that english isn’t my first language so please feel free to correct me if<3

Masterlist

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You were going to murder Rhysand. Surely, that was the next thing on your to-do list.

You were no spy, and neither was Cassian. Stealthy was not one of the words by which you would describe the Illyrian warrior, to the contrary he was a brute, certainly not a diplomat or forbearing in said matters.

So when Rhysand sent you both on a small and easy job (as the High Lord had called it), you immediately knew things would fail miserably.

After centuries together, everyone would have thought you adored Cassian as much as you adored everyone else in the Inner Circle. They couldn't be more wrong. You hated being teased, he was always teasing you. You loved your moments of solitude and peace, he would always scream around and ruin them. You were free as the stars, he was always trying to tie you down to the House of Wind with them.

You despised him.

However, you couldn't get rid of his obnoxious presence. Even during those terrible fifty years of Amarantha's reign where you had found your own silent and sacred temple in Velaris, he would always knock on your door at least once a month. He was insatiable.

Now, you both were trapped together under a hatch door. His broad hand over your waist to balance you while you were almost laying completely down over his body. His large wings half-wrapped around your figure, occupying most of the limited space in the tiny area you two had decided to hide in.

The amused smirk on his lips didn't help after you noticed the trapdoor only opened from the outside. If you had the space, you would have punched it out of his face just in the way he had trained you after decades of dwelling on how you couldn't always retort on your magic.

"You and me together, doll." He had said, and in response, you had just huffed before trying to kick the door open... Somehow. There must be a way to get out of there, right? You have attempted to contact Rhysand countless times to be able to keep track of it. Yet, you received no response in return.

And now, after almost twenty minutes ignoring Cassian's smart mouth and trying to find the manner to open the door. Your body was already cramping, and the resignment was taking its toll on you.

The male underneath you noticed the sigh that escaped your lips. He also realized how your body pressed more against his seeking some rest after supporting yourself over your forearms to avoid touching him for that much time. A small grin drew itself over his lips.

"As I said about half an hour again... You can't open it."

A small stubborn frown appeared over your lips. He wasn't saying 'I said so' right now, was he? Gods, you were so going to punch him.

"Have you at least tried to contact Rhysand to get us out of here?" Your question made his grin disappear as he looked into your eyes.

Cassian hadn't tried to do anything during all that time. He had just laid there, noticing the way your chest heavily moved up and down with each of your pants after trying to push the door open with your body, taking in how you closed your eyes in frustration granting him the possibility for his eyes to roam over your body without you realizing it.

Gods, he had tried to memorize each detail in your skin with this new forced proximity which, at least, was welcomed by him. Cassian had retained the way your brows furrowed together and the soft sounds of exasperation coming out of your throat that made him shiver.

"Of course, I've tried. I want to stay in this position as much as you do, doll."

Lie after lie.

He hadn't tried to contact Rhysand, and the gods knew he was praying to stay like that with you for as long as possible.

You looked deep into his eyes, nose scrunched up slightly before scoffing and then trying to shift to reduce the cramping sensation. "Ain't this the best outcome possible?"

Hearing your annoyed grumbling made Cassian grin with amusement again, his hand squeezing your waist before talking. "You know, you could always..."

"If you seriously propose that I lay down, I'll kill you Cassian." You muttered and the male raised his hands as much as he could feigning innocence.

"I didn't say anything," Cassian replied to you. His hand returned to rest on your waist before you shoved it away. "You were the one who suggested that… Is that how badly you want me to invite you to sit on my lap, doll?"

Unconsciously, your breath hitched before a small growl escaped your lips and you flexed your arms to be able to stand as far away from him as possible. "Have some respect, will you?"

"When has there ever been some respect between us?"

A truth, for a change.

Gods may correct if otherwise. But a compliment has never been shared between you and the warrior. Not a genuine one, at least.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Isn't it ours, doll? I don't think I can count how many times you've slammed your door on my face." "I don't think you can count at all." Your retort made the warrior grin from underneath you. And, this time, Cassian didn't have any decency before he looked— No, not looked, ogled at you.

"Trying to make me cry?"

You held back the need to roll your eyes at him before supporting your weight with one arm and forcing him to look into your eyes. The roughness of his stubble scratched the soft pads of your fingers as you held his chin upwards.

"Eyes up here," you warned him. "I didn't realize you had the emotional capacity to cry. Did I at least bruise your ego, Cassian?"

He chuckled before tilting his head down slightly and brushing his sultry lips against your fingers. "Consider it damaged." The strain of his voice sent a shiver down your spine to your core.

Gods, that roughness in his tone. You doubt you have ever heard that hoarseness in him before, even though you have witnessed some of his flirting attempts with other females.

A few seconds too late, you dropped his chin. Your hand moved to rest underneath his arm so that you could support yourself above him. Your mouth felt dry and the familiar sensation of your slick between your folds almost cracked a curse out of you.

Fuck.

Not in this situation, not with Cassian underneath you, not in such a tiny space where he could scent it.

And did he scent it, his nose scrunched up slightly and your eyes followed the movement of his Addam's apple when he swallowed hard. The warmth got worse. And you weren't even sure how or why it started.

Gods.

Gods.

"Gods." Cassian muttered, putting your thoughts right into words. You scoffed before shoving him away from you, placing your hands on his chest, and pushing your back against the small wooden trap door.

"Don't you dare say a fucking word. I'm going to try and contact Rhysand again." At your words, Cassian's chest reverberated against your hands when a deep growl escaped his lips

"Don't." His firm voice made you freeze above him.

"Don't?" You repeated and his growl was enough of a response for you. "The hell y—?

Before you could even register it, his lips were over yours. He was a male starved, lips coaxing yours open as he roughly introduced his tongue inside your mouth. His long and warm tongue licking the roof of your mouth before he intertwined his tongue with yours in a dance that only belonged to the synchrony in which the General usually fought his battles.

A small whimper escaped your lips and it traveled into his mouth when one of his hands lowered to your ass, taking a handful of the flesh covered by the leather. Almost immediately, your body arched into his, molding your body in the small space. Your skin buzzed with arousal when he broke the kiss and began pressing open-mouthed wet kisses against the bare skin of your neck.

You whined his name, almost gasping as his hand slipped underneath your trousers, you had no idea when the male unbuttoned them as your hand moved upwards to get tangled in his dark long locks.

"So fucking beautiful and so fucking wet," Cassian groaned as one of his fingers lowered feeling your covered and aching cunt, his warm and soft fingers pressing against your entrance. He clenched his jaw when he could feel the wetness spread through the thin layer of fabric. "Can you imagine how many times I have pictured you like this? At my damn mercy."

He pressed harder and you moaned against his ear. A pink tone colored your cheeks, however, it was provoked by your shame, not your arousal. You doubted you have ever been more soaked for any male before him... That, somehow, ashamed you.

Cassian traced slow and cruel circles against your entrance almost fingering you through the small lacey fabric Mor usually forced you to buy.

"Cassian—." You even struggled with your own speech. Your voice was suffocated by the delicious sounds that reached Cassian's hearing making the bulge in his trousers painfully hard. You could feel it poke your thigh through his Illyrian leathers and a strained gasp left your lips.

"Fuck, keep making those sounds." Cassian growled against your ear before he lowered your trousers revealing your backside to him as he hovered over your shoulder to take a glimpse.

A moan escaped his lips, this time. With his free hand, he parted your cheeks open squeezing the flesh underneath one of his hands before he kept teasing your entrance. His thumb moved upwards finding that small bundle of nerves right where he knew it would be. You choked your moan by kissing him once again and he gratefully devoured each one of your moans.

With a swift movement, he notched the skimpy and delicate fabric to the side. And then he was sinking two long and thick fingers inside you. Immediately, breaking the kiss, your lips parted open in a silent moan, jaw going slack.

The stretch stung as he buried his fingers deep until your achy cunt swallowed them entirely reaching his knuckles. A small laugh escaped his lips when you began to grind against his fingers, chasing your own pleasure.

His hand on your backside immediately moved up to shield your head when you almost hit it against the trap door. "Easy there, doll." Cassian mumbled softly, the gentle gesture making you clench around his fingers.

Cassian curled his fingers inside you finding the spongy patch of flesh that forced a cry out of your lips: "There you go, my beautiful," He whispered softly as he worked his fingers in and out. "Tell me what you want."

You almost laughed at his words. It was as if he was searching for your consent despite the way you were desperately grinding against his fingers while you moaned inches away from his mouth. The brute was in fact a gentleman, Cassian was indeed a gentle lover.

"I want you, Cassian," You mumbled against his lips connecting them with yours for a few seconds before nibbling on his lower lip. "Just you."

He growled. "Gods, doll... Come for me." His voice sounded almost like a plead as his thumb found your clit again. It only took a couple of lazy circles of his finger before you were making a mess of them, soaking his entire palm as a cry escaped your lips, your body stiffening before you buried your face in his neck breathing in his scent so that you could anchor yourself to something while being sent over the edge.

Cassian shushed you, still working his fingers inside you, trying to ride you out of your pleasure. "Good girl," He muttered, making your sensible walls clench around his fingers again. "Gods, I've jerked off so many times thinking about this before." His blunt admission caused a blush to color your cheeks as you looked down at him with half-lidded eyes. Cassian withdrew his fingers from you making you feel empty. You whimpered before he brought his glistening and sticky fingers to his lips sucking them dry while you observed.

The Illyrian savored the feeling of your juices on his fingers as if they were a damn meal. So much so that his eyes rolled back to his skull.

"So you've jerked off to me, huh?" You asked teasingly and he growled softly.

"Shut up." His lips were right over yours again forcing you to taste the salty but sweet taste of your orgasm on his tongue. You heard him roughly fiddling with the ties and buttons of his trousers and a small giggle escaped your lips before you moved down pressing gentle kisses against his jaw and neck.

Your skin sunk on the tanned skin there, leaving gentle marks that you soon soothed with a flicker of your tongue that only caused goosebumps to blossom around his skin.

Cassian growled against your ear when his large and hard manhood was revealed from its restraints. He gripped himself around the base and you looked down. The view made your breath hitch. Gods, was he big. You even doubted it would fit inside as you watched him pump himself a few times.

"Cassian, I don't think I..." You began but he quickly interrupted you. "I'll make it damn fit."

Cassian slid his length against your messy folds, smearing himself in the wetness of your arousal so that he could stretch you open more easily and less painfully. One hand moved up to cup your breasts while the other remained on your hips. He circled your nipples through the fabric of your shirt between his rough calloused fingers, toying with them.

His pupils had become pools in his eyes almost making the golden shrink into a small halo around the darkness of his lured eyes that stared right into your eyes. "So fucking beautiful. The damn picture of perfection." He repeated.

A gentle smile appeared on your lips and you relaxed against his arms. You were relaxed until you felt it. His thick grith slowly pushing inside you. A moan broke your voice as he slowly stretched you open.

"Doing so good for me, baby." Cassian muttered before moving to press a gentle kiss against your forehead, he pulled out before sinking in a few more inches and your needy cunt clenched around him swallowing his cock.

"More," You begged softly, tilting your head to find his lips. "I need you. All of you." He groaned and suddenly, Cassian sunk himself as deeply as he could inside you. His hips flesh against yours as his hands had lowered you completely into his cock.

"Gods—" You moaned and he held still for you to be able to adjust to his girth. One hand remained on your hips while the other moved to cup your cheek so that he could look into your eyes the entire time.

When you nodded telling him that you were alright, Cassian whimpered and he shifted you both in the tiny space before retreating and then thrusting in even deeper than before, the head of his cock caressing your cervix.

Cassian pumps in and out of you, small groans escaping his lips as he gets lost in the feeling of your sensitive walls tightening around him. He could feel your wetness slicking his cock each time he pulled out before he would thrust again. His golden eyes were locked with yours as he took in the way your face contorted with pleasure. Committing the moment to his memory.

He smirks feeling your body shake with each one of his hard thrusts. His hand gently caresses your cheek despite the roughness and eagerness of his movements. "Gods, you were made for me, doll." "I feel like I was made for you." You gasped in response and soon his fingers moved down to caress the swollen bundle of nerves making you cry out with pleasure.

Cassian leaned in closer to press his forehead against yours. "You are," He mumbles noticing the way you arched your back to meet each one of his strokes. "You are... Made for me— Mine."

His growls made you whimper and you felt your body stiffen above him. "Cass.. I'm close to—." He didn't allow you to finish your sentence, thrusting in even deeper and circling your clit desperately before you were coming undone on his cock.

A loud cry escaped your lips before he kissed you gently while your walls tightened around him, your legs trembling due to the electric current coursing through your body and struggling to support yourself over him. The sensation makes him groan and when you screamed his name, he's already tightening his grip over your hips.

He spills rope after rope of his thick and warm spend, flooding your insides as he closes his eyes. Cassian's forehead was still pressed against yours as he panted heavily against your face. He remained buried deep inside you pulling in and out slightly so that your tight walls would milk him completely before he pulled out.

And then you both opened your eyes. Glossy gazes locking with each other and tired smiles over your lips before it happened.

Your breath hitched as his speed dripped out of you and the golden bridge between both your souls constructed itself brick by brick. It left your already hazy mind feeling even more bewildered. You caught sight of Cassian's excited and tender smile before fully realizing it.

He was your mate.

Oh, damn it.

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SKZ reaction to their s/o being a loud introvert (ISTP)

SKZ x gn! ISTP reader

Thank you so much for the request 🐹! I hope you and everyone else enjoy it! 

I tried to write as best as I could and I hope I did it justice. 

I also apologize for switching POV/writing style in the middle of this but for some reason it felt better writing these two styles for the different reactions.

Warnings: None I think, maybe a slight mention of shyness, possibly a bit of anxiety if you squint. 

Wordcount ≈ 1k 

Bang Chan, Changbin, Felix, Han

These four would find it adorable that their s/o was comfortable enough around them to just act however they wanted to. When around strangers (Y/n) would be more quiet, keeping close to their boyfriend, and anxious about meeting new people. However, when it was just (Y/n) and Chan/Binnie/Felix/Han or maybe the other boys around, (Y/n) would be loud and outgoing, feeling safe and comfortable in their presence. Chan/Binnie/Felix/Han all felt their hearts swell with pride and love as they knew they were a safe space for their s/o, just as (Y/n) was for them. 

Han related so much to how (Y/n) acts as they are quite similar personality-wise, so he understands why they sometimes don’t talk as they usually would if someone new is around or if there’s a large group of people. Though he loves that both he and (Y/n) can be outgoing and loud with each other, while it might be harder once the two are out alone as both are introverted, usually Han finds some courage in himself to be the more extroverted one but sometimes (Y/n) is the one to do that. No matter who is the more extroverted one, they both need the other to stand close by, holding their hand, so they don’t have to do it all on their own. 

Changbin loves to talk and do things, he’s not afraid to make a fool of himself so he loves it when (Y/n) can act silly with him, whenever they are out and (Y/n) goes into quiet introvert mode, Changbin is their number 1 protector, always observing their body language and the second he sees them being uncomfortable, he’s picking up his jacket, ready to leave. 

Felix might be an extrovert but many times he’s quite calm, compared to some others in his group, but with (Y/n) he always matches their energy, ready to be whatever they need. If (Y/n) needs him to be super energetic and bouncing off the walls with them, he’ll do it, if (Y/n) needs some quiet time just cuddling and watching a movie, he’s on the couch with open arms ready for a movie marathon. He loves the moments when they’re being silly and loud together but as physical touch and quality time is a big thing for him as well, he truly cherishes their quiet time. 

Chan is a combination of all three boys above, he is a man who will do everything he can to make sure his s/o is safe, comfortable, and happy, so if that means (Y/n) distracting him from work sometimes with random conversations or sudden exclamations, or him being the one to make every phone call for (Y/n), he doesn’t mind it. As long as he gets to be with you, he’s happy to do anything. 

Minho, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Jeongin

These four are wildcards, sometimes you can’t keep them quiet, and other times they’ll just be sitting in the chaos observing the world around them. So having a s/o that is similar to them but also often quite loud when it’s just the two of them or when they are around friends they feel safe with, is shocking at times. It’s easy to forget that your s/o is an introvert when they have been screaming song into the mic at the karaoke for the last 2 hours without a care in the world, but then they are reminded of the introvert they love as they are too shy to order a drink on their own. 

Minho thinks it’s kind of cute and fits well with him, he’s often laid back, preferring to observe the chaos rather than participate in it, a man who loves doing acts of service so ordering a drink for you is just the perfect way for him to show his love for you. Seungmin is similar to Minho when it comes to the acts of service, of course, he’ll sing a song with you, oh you wanna sing it in a silly way, of course, he’ll do that, you want an iced tea and you’re too scared to order it on your own, he’s on it, he’ll even throw in an order for a dessert for you. 

Hyunjin doesn’t understand where you find the energy to run around chasing Han throughout the dorm as you both laugh loudly, he isn’t even sure how this chase started but he will sit on the couch, smiling to himself as he sees the wide smile and the sparkle in your eyes, he loves seeing you like this, just living your best life, and then once you’ve calmed down a little, you go over to him, sitting down in his lap as he wraps his arms around, putting his chin on your shoulder, “Hey love, having fun?” “Yeah, how about you?” “I’m having a wonderful time watching you laugh and smile like this, wish I could paint it, you look so beautiful,”

Jeongin loves running around with his members, acting like a child, what he loves even more than that is when you join in on the playing. Running around playing with water guns, spraying each other, laughing, screaming, other people around on the beach only sigh and shake their heads at the nine young adults acting like 5-year-olds. “Want to go buy some ice cream?” He asks to try and get some alone time with you, “Of course!” The two of you walk away to the ice cream truck, you excitedly look at all the flavors, deciding on (flavor), and Jeongin decided on his own favorite flavor, you stand in line, but once it is time to order, you shyly looked at Jeongin who instantly understood that you wished for him to order for you which he happily does all the time. 

[writeroutoftime]

hi! could you write carmy berzatto x fem!reader where she’s in her early 20s (not too crazy age gap) and reader is sud’s friend and he just has a crush on her ???? like i just want lovesick carmen so badly 😭

pls and thank u

a/n: sure thing, one lovesick carmy coming right up! (honestly, I was never sure how old carmy was supposed to be. but in my mind he was always somewhere around like 26-28??) also, sorry I hope you don't mind this ended up being in bullet point format, it was just easiest for me to write it that way - though I hope you enjoy!!

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“Yo, who’s the new girl?” Richie called out as he watched you walk in behind Syd, pulling everyone's attention towards you.

"This is y/n." Sydney introduced. "She's been my friend for years, and she's offered to help us the restaurant. For free, might I add. So be nice." she finished, staring directly at Richie who simply raised his hands in surrender as a response.

You quietly giggled at the interaction, catching Carmen's attention as he stood in the back, waiting to come forward and introduce himself. He felt frozen in place, watching your smile, the way your eyes scanned the under-construction building with wonder, and the way you were ready to jump in and help.

It had been quite a while since Carmen felt his heart skip the way it did when he looked at you, and he clammed up, ready to turn back and introduce himself later. After he had hours to agonize over what he would say to you.

Unfortunately, fate - or Sydney- had other plans as his business partner steered you into Carmen's path. "And this is the man responsible for all of this chaos." Sydney teased.

"It's nice to meet you, Chef." you smiled gently, reaching out your hand in greeting.

"Oh, no, uh, I mean Carmen." he stuttered out, mentally slapping himself. "What I meant was you don't have to call me Chef, you can just call me Carmen, or Carmy. Really whatever you prefer." he rambled, trying to ignore the way you hand fit so perfectly in his.

"Got it, Chef Carmen Carmy." you giggled, enjoying the slight blush that dusted his cheeks.

And in that moment, Carmy knew he was a goner.

Though you weren't at The Bear every day, Carmy would constantly look towards the door when you weren't there, hoping that each jingle of the bell meant that it was you gracing him with your presence.

The days that you were there, though? Carmy found himself an absolute mess in your presence. Stuttering and stumbling all his words and laughing louder than necessary at any joke you cracked.

But Carmy could also be a little smoother when it came to interacting with you. He quickly learned your coffee (or tea) order and always tried to have it waiting for you when it stopped to get himself one.

But, of course, Carmy tries to get to know you most through food.

"Would you mind trying this dish? Thinking about putting it on the menu." Carmy would ask anytime he made something new for the Bear, you being only the second person to try it (behind Syd).

Carmy would also learn your favorite foods and offer to make it if you had been at The Bear too long and Carmen knew you hadn't eaten.

"Oh, you didn't need to do that, Carmy."

"Really it's no problem, it's the least I can do in exchange for all your help." he'd say, bashfully running a hand through his hair.

Richie, noticing the exchange would call out, "Hey, Cousin, can I get some of that too?" only to get Carmy's middle finger as a response.

Of course, none of this was one-sided and you regularly flirted back with Carmen while helping out. It was just he took it as you being too nice, not believing he had a shot with you - much to your disappointment and everyone else at The Bear.

"Cousin, you gonna ask her out or what?" Richie would finally ask one evening when it was just the two of them left at the restaurant.

"What are you talking about?" Carmen would ask, eyes furrowed, heart beating just a bit faster.

Richie's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "W-what am I talking about? You've been pining over y/n for months, and she's been throwing you all sorts of signals back.

"S-she has?" Carmy asked, voice quiet, though slowly growing excited.

"Yes!" Richie would shout, before walking away, mumbling a "you're hopeless" under his breath.

The next time Carmy saw you, he had made up his mind he was going to ask you out. Even if it just meant the two of you spending some time at the restaurant without everyone else.

He walked up to you talking to Sydney and asked if he could talk to you in the kitchen, alone.

"So, um, I probably should have asked you this weeks ago, but uh, do you maybe want to, I don't know, go out with me?" he rushed out, biting his lip, trying not to run away in fear.

There was a moment of silence before you beamed up at Carmy, nodding your head excitedly. "It's about time, Chef Carmen Carmy." you teased, kissing his cheek before heading back out to Syd, leaving Carmen a smiling, blushing mess.

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Random things about Cinderella (1950) I noticed/want to say after doing a psych project on it

I love the foreshadowing they do with the clock striking midnight when Cinderella is startled by the morning clock and she says "Even he orders me around." I never noticed it that way before.

The reason why no one recognizes Cinderella at the ball is because A) she seemingly wasn't allowed off her stepmother's property, so no one in town had ever seen her before or since she was a child, and B) when she gets there the prince immediately introduces himself and dances her away from everyone. The duke even pulls a curtain to separate her and him from the guests so they can dance alone. Almost no one gets a good up-close look at her except the prince.

I've said before on here that I think the prince in this movie was meant to be more of a symbolic personification of Cinderella's freedom rather than a literal character, and I still think that. However, I find it interesting that everything we know about the prince is told through others, not him. He doesn't get to be known. The only person he ever even gets to speak to is Cinderella. He also has a bit of character (relayed by others). His father laments that the prince is growing farther away from him the older he gets, he avoids responsibilities, and suggests that he's a hopeless romantic. It's also worth noting that the prince has no idea the ball is for the purpose of setting him up with a wife. He supposedly was led by the king to believe it was a welcome home ball, as he was away from home before (the ball invitees don't seem aware either until the night after the ball when they do the slipper fittings). [EDIT: I forgot to mention that I sappily like to interpret this as Cinderella, his eventual wife, being the only one who ever truly knows him, as he assumedly isn't close to the king or anyone else, so this is reflected in the fact that even us, the audience, don't get to know him like Cinderella must. Probably not the intention, but it's cute.] He also doesn't have severe facial blindness, he probably would've recognized Cinderella without the slipper but A) it was the king who thought of the whole slipper-fitting idea; all the prince supposedly said was that he'd marry the girl who wore the glass slipper, and B) He is explicitly not the one to do the slipper-fitting. The grand duke does it. But even the grand duke seems to recognize her before she gets the slipper on (he saw her up close briefly while she ran away and chased after her).

Also, as Cinderella runs from the prince, the other maidens there crowd him, so he can't get to her to stop her, but they only stop him to converse with him about how "lovely" she is, not because they want him, which is kinda wholesome. Again, no one was there to try and marry the prince because no one knew that's what the ball was for to begin with except the king and duke.

Cinderella is definitely very kind, but she knows the treatment she gets from her family is not right. She speaks somewhat passive-aggressively about them when they're not around. I like that touch.

When her stepfamily teases her over her excitement that she could go to the ball because she's eligible, she asserts that she's still a part of the family. Even though she's being abused, it's a type of abuse where she thinks her family must value her in some way. I think when her sisters ripped her dress apart was the moment she realized she wasn't a part of the family after all and that she wasn't loved/valued.

Lady Tremaine was so different from other Disney princess villains at the time. Allow me to go on for a bit. Compare her to the evil queen or Maleficent (who are also great). They have a very booming presences and everyone knows they are monsters, it's just that no one can stop them until the end of their stories. But Lady Tremaine knows how to fool people by having a motherly disposition. Not in a nurturing way, but in a stern, tough “love”, almost “calm” way. She never yells at anyone (just raises her voice) or acts traditionally evil in the way the evil queen or Maleficent do. More bite than bark I guess. For example, when she lets the step-sisters rip Cinderella’s dress, she simply tells them to come along afterwards and tells Cinderella goodnight like a mother might, but without affection with it, like a covert dig; she doesn't visibly get cross with Cinderella, but what she’s doing is still abuse. Even Cinderella seems to see her as a mother in one way or another before the dress ripping (I don't think Cinderella ever calls her "Step-Mother" again after the dress-ripping she allowed her sisters to do). She's very covert in her villainy. A very good depiction of an abuser. The only other Disney villain I can think to compare her to off the top of my head is Scar from the og Lion King when he was around anyone who wasn't the hyenas, but even then he dropped the act eventually after becoming king. Lady Tremaine never really does.

I also like the detail that after the ball when trying to tell the step-sisters about the shoe-fitting, she asks Cinderella, “Where are my daughters?” excluding Cinderella from being her daughter even though she should be. She really only sees her as a maid.

Cinderella's pink dress has a lot of bows, and at the beginning of the film, we see her when she was younger and the dress she wore as a child also had bows and was in a somewhat similar style. Her childhood dresses were probably taken away by Lady Tremaine when her dad died. Makes me wonder if Cinderella redesigned her mom's dress with her dress from youth in mind, as she certainly hadn't worn a nice dress since she was a kid. And if so, what would that mean? Was she just feeling nostalgic? Or had her sense of style not matured since childhood because she had been made to wear nothing but rags for who knows how long? Is her only frame of reference to what her own personal style is based from her childhood dresses? I just think it's kinda intriguing. The pink dress always felt explicitly young for Cinderella.

Cinderella's voice is so cute. Not just her singing, but her voice in general. Ilene Woods, love of my life apparently.

People often complain about Cinderella marrying the prince the day after the shoe fit, but Disney's version never specifically states that the wedding is the day after the slipper scene, it just comes right after it. Who's to say how much time there was in between scenes. There are versions that do say that it was the next day, so I guess people conflate different versions together in their heads. This is why it's important to watch films with your brain on before criticizing them for things they didn't do.

I never thought too deeply of it, but when Cinderella sings the words "So this is love" she really is (re)learning what love is. It's a realization. She likely hasn't felt love from another human being since her father died. Or rather she thought she was loved in some way, but then realized she wasn't when her dress was ripped. So now, with the prince, she has a better understanding of what it's like to be properly loved. Imagine hating this girl. 🩵

[lavendercrow136]

"Use your words Darling"

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Hello Everyone! I wrote this in response to a wonderful anonymous Ask I received. Where Larissa and YOU the reader are colleagues, but they are not dating yet, and the reader gets a tramp stamp tattoo - with possible smut.

I hope this meets your expectations , I added my own little spin to the request, I hope you enjoy it , and if you would like a part 2 of them sneaking around and keeping their relationship a secret please let me know. Also if you have a suggestion for any particular kinky fuckery Larissa and Reader can perform, in order to spice up the smutty parts -please suggest it in the comments.

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You sat in your classroom at Nevermore Academy, the last class of the semester before Winter break.

Your students were buzzing with excitement quietly- discussing their plans, while you quietly played the piano, reflecting on your first year teaching at the Academy.

Most of your students liked you, as well as your colleagues, you had formed a small friendship with a select few of them, you were surprised they were so welcoming of a half-breed vampire after the incident involving a Normie- teacher the year prior.

The only person you had not seemed to form a connection with was your boss, who nearly died during the incident, but miraculously survived a dangerous dose of Night Shade poisoning-thanks to one of your favorite students Wednesday.

When the bell rang and you dismissed your students, you quietly tidied up your classroom, when your cell phone buzzed. You checked it quickly as you grabbed your purse, and put your laptop in your bag, it was one of your closest friends among the teachers.

"Ugh, Larissa announced a staff meeting in the employee break room. Don't be late, I don't want to see her single you out like last time"

You like the message, and quickly make your way to the staff room before anyone else can even arrive.

The last staff meeting you had heard about at the last second, you were always the last to know when it came to these things, and as a result you were typically late.

Larissa Weems, the principal, and your boss who all the students and staff claimed were kind and friendly. Proceeded to shame you every time you were late, causing your cheeks to burn with her disappointed gaze and shaming tone.

You sat at one of the available tables, sipping your coffee, when Larissa entered the room. The tall elegant blonde, was always the image of perfection, her clothing seemingly tailored to fit the contours of her voluptuous curves made your mouth water. Her pale skin always pristine, her make up perfectly complimenting her beautiful ice blue eyes.

Truth be told you found your boss undeniably beautiful, and would attempt to flirt if you did not think she hated your guts, and if she were not your boss and just a woman at a local bar.

Larissa finally seemed to notice your presence and rolled her eyes pretending not to care and set her purse down, she sat and waited across from you. Her eyes only left her phone to fix you with a look, that made your shift uncomfortably,

"Did I do something wrong?"

You cannot help but ask, your need to please people- especially your boss kicking in, outweighing your anxiety in risking irritating her.

She flicks her eyes up at you, turning her phone face down, and actually smiles which causes your heart to race. Her voice comes out a smooth coy lilt her delicious accent causing your ears to turn a soft subtle pink.

"Why Ms. Y/n L/n, I don't quite know what you mean. I am simply surprised you were the first person here"

You flush at her clear jab at your prior tardiness, and shift your legs crossing them one over the other, revealing a small amount of the skin of your upper thigh.

"That, is what I mean- I never mind"

You say just as the rest of the teachers file into the room talking happily, Larissa's eyes never leave yours as she waits for everyone to settle and take their seats. You avert your gaze to avoid her probing stare, as if you worry by making eye contact she would be able to see into the very depths of your darkest thoughts.

Your heart beats fast, and you breathe deeply, trying to keep yourself calm. "okay, so she is fucking hot and you think she is perfect, and that's why it bothers you that she seems to hate you, and your people pleasing mommy issues just make you crazier because you want to make her happy" you mentally think, clenching your thighs together to relieve the pressure that was building.

You look up at her and nearly whine, their is a soft smirk on her lips, and she is staring right at you, you turn cherry tomato red and huff softly folding your arms on your chest and internally dying inside from pure panic. "So what if she is mean to me, Maybe I like it, maybe this is her way of flirting" you mutter softly, as Larissa begins the meeting.

"What was that Y/n?" Larissa asks as she stands, her smirk now a wolfish grin, her hands on her hips that are cocked in a confident pose. If it were possible to shrivel up and disappear on the spot you would have, your friend snickers watching you flounder under the domineering older woman's gaze.

"I-Nothing I am sorry Larissa, please continue"

You say praying to god she does not question you further, you nearly breathe a sigh of relief when she resumes the meeting.

"As I was saying, the Nevermore Staff party is tomorrow night at the local bar and grill "The Black Cat Lounge", attire is formal evening wear, and the theme is "The Masque of the Red Death" as the theme implies masquerade masks are encouraged. I look forward to seeing you all there"

She announces, and adds to her statement while making direct eye contact with you,

"and do try not to disappoint me, I expect you all to be there. The last party only a handful showed up including myself"

You did not go to the last one, you couldn't find anything to wear that fit the theme, and truth be told you did not feel welcome. But this time you were going even if it made you a ball of nerves wound so tight you felt like a watermelon in a hydraulic press about to explode from the pressure.

When Larissa finished discussing the party she dismissed everyone, and as you were about to leave, it was just you and Larissa alone in the staff room. "Damn your short legs for making you the last to leave with her" you thought.

"Y/n, a word?"

Her sultry voice had you stop dead in your tracks, you turned to face her.

"Of course Larissa, what did you want to talk about?"

Larissa smiles, a brief flash of uncertainty on her face as she steps closer to you, trapping you between her and the table you leaned against for support.

"I do hope you will actually attend the party this time, your colleagues missed you, and always speak so highly of you. Which makes me wonder why you and I have never chatted alone before"

You smile softly, trying to hide your panic,

"I-I will definitely be there this time Larissa, I just- I did not go last time because I couldn't find proper attire for the theme, but I assure you I will be there tomorrow night"

She smiles at your clear nervousness blatantly present due to your nervous stutter,

"Good, I was hoping I could get to know you more intimately, and you and I could become more than just colleagues, perhaps even friends"

You smile, internally screaming- "why does she have to be so fucking hot, and why are we so close together" you think, before realizing you were taking to long to respond to her comment.

"Of course Larissa, I look forward to getting to know you better"

She smiles brushing a strand of hair out of your face, causing you to blush a brighter shade of red, which does not go unnoticed by her. She bids you farewell, and exits leaving you a slumped human form of frayed nerves arousal and jellied limbs.

You immediately put your coat on and make your way to your car, your purse in hand. When you finally climb into your car, you can't help but notice Larissa struggling to get her Rolls Royce to start.

"Damn it, Damn it-shit- fuck fuck" you think as you step out of your vehicle leaving your purse in the middle console as you grab your jumper cables, your body moving on instinct before you can even stop to think.

"Hey Larissa, everything okay? Do you need a jump?"

Larissa smiles at your offer,

"If it would not be too much trouble for you that would be greatly appreciated Y/n"

You smile and turn off your vehicle before applying the hookups to both your car and Larissa's,

"I am gonna start my car, and then you can test your's"

She nods watching you get back into your vehicle, you turn the key in your ignition and watch as your car rumbles to life. Larissa turns her car key and groans in frustration, it still won't start.

"Do you want to call a tow truck, and then I can just bring you wherever you need to go Larissa"

Larissa looks hesitant for a moment, but as it starts to rain she nods her head. You remove the hookups from your vehicles and place your jumper cables into your car. Offering her help getting into your vehicle, your white dress blouse completely soaked through revealing your black lace bra.

Larissa watches you ring out your long (your hair color) hair and makes the phone call to have her vehicle towed, when she concludes the call. She smiles at you,

"Thank you for saving me from the rain, I truly appreciate your help Y/n"

You smile playing it off as no big deal, and turn the radio on a lower volume.

"It's no big deal Larissa, what's your address so I can plug it into the GPS- or where to?"

She smiles,

"I actually have to go pay for the venue, but afterwards I just need to go home if you did not mind making a few stops"

You smile, and reassure her,

"I don't mind at all, I just have to get gas before we go anywhere else"

She smiles in understanding, and shortly after the tow truck arrives, she pays the man, and takes one last look in her vehicle to make sure she has everything before stepping into your vehicle.

You turn on her heated seat, so she stays warm and even allow her pick the music, she selects "Cheri, Cheri Lady by Modern talking".

You smile and pull out of the Nevermore Academy parking lot, and begin the drive down the long narrow drive way that leads to the Academy gates. You press your gate key, and the wrought iron gate creaks open, you pull out of the drive way and hit the button to close the gate. You look both ways before pulling out on to the busy streets, you head to the gas station, and within fifteen minutes you arrive.

"I'll be right back Larissa"

She smiles, and you grab your wallet making your way inside to pay before pumping your gas, you smile noticing her singing to the song while you pump the gas. When you finish you climb back into your vehicle, the song finishes and "Teachers Pet by Melanie Martinez" begins to play.

You smile feeling your tummy do a little flip, as you look over at her, she had unpinned her signature french style bun, and allowed her platinum blonde hair to fall in loose damp curls and waves.

She shivers as you get in the car, and quickly shut your car door buckling up.

You plug in the address to "The Black Cat bar and Lounge" and notice that it is a couple hours away, you smile- no problem, you think.

"It is a bit of a drive, and I did not eat yet, do you want to stop for a bite my treat, and I don't mind if we eat in my car"

Larissa smiles and accepts your offer,

"If your sure, that would be wonderful, then I won't have to cook when I get home"

You smile,

"My feelings exactly, the students were exceptionally unruly today being the last day before their two week break"

She laughs and nods in agreement, as you begin the drive to the Weather Vane pulling into the drive through,

"What do you want to eat and drink you ask?"

Larissa smiles looking at the menu, leaning into your direction to better see the menu, which allows you to inhale her delicious natural scent. She smells like vanilla sugar, amber and sweet spices, absolutely mouth watering, her floral perfume faded leaving just the barest trace of it.

Your breath catches in your throat, as she looks up at you a shy smile on her lips,

"Can I have the grilled cheese and ham panini with the seasoned fries, and a Venti brown sugar oat-milk latte with a shot of chai and espresso, and five sugars iced"

You nod,

"That sounds really good actually"

When you make your way up to the box to place your order, you order two of the same, adding two warmed chocolate croissants as a treat for dessert. The employee gives you, the total and you pull forward to the window and pay. You take the food and pass it to Larissa, handing her, her coffee, your fingers brush against hers and you smile.

She thanks you for the food, and begins distributing it as you pull into a parking lot so you both can eat without driving distracted.

You smile as you both begin to eat in comfortable silence, you watch her take a bite and blush when you hear her moan in satisfaction, your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. You smile, and she blushes,

"I am sorry, this panini is so good"

You smile,

"It's okay, I know what you mean"

You continue to eat your meal, watching her in a whole other light, the normally intimidating woman. Seems so relaxed and like an entirely different woman from the meeting, the stress of her position and the day clearly gone now that she was capable of relaxing.

When you are both done eating she thanks you again and you smile,

"Your welcome Larissa, I am glad that I got out of work late so I was there"

She blushes at your words, as you pull out of the parking lot and back onto the road, the song "Good Girl by Morganne" begins to play. You flush, hearing her sing a long to the lyrics, a fire burning in your lower belly. Her voice is soft and sensual with her accent, gives you butterflies, she removes her heels in your car, and you don't mind at all because she is clearly more comfortable in your presence.

You continue the long drive in silence listening to her sing, and when the song ends you look over to see her with her eyes shut and leaned back in the passenger seat.

You let the music just play randomly, and when you are thirty minutes away from the lounge smile when you look over and find her in a blissful sleep. You pull over to the side and reach into your passenger seat quick to grab the fuzzy blanket you keep for the fall and winter and drape it over her.

She hums softly in her sleep, and when she is sufficiently covered with the blanket you pull back on to the road and continue the drive.

You smile able to enjoy her presence while she sleeps, and when you arrive at the lounge and park. You grab your wallet and checkbook, and make your way inside, you explain the situation to the owner and make the payment on Larissa's behalf. Paying for the venue, the DJ and the catering. You buy two bottles of their vintage house wine Amontillado before returning to your vehicle to find her still blissfully asleep.

You smile, and click on the GPS for her address and are surprised to see she is your upstairs neighbor. You live in a small duplex, you live in the bottom half, while up until now a stranger lived in the upper half.

You drive home while she sleeps, and "Crystals by Stevie Nicks" begins to play while the rain becomes a steady down pour, you drive slower your windshield wipers a constant rhythm.

She wakes up when a particularly loud clap of thunder startles her awake, she blinks wearily noticing the blanket and blushes pulling it tighter against her and takes a sip of her coffee.

"I am sorry I fell asleep Darling"

She whispers and you flush at her words,

"It is alright Larissa, you clearly needed a break. I took care of the venue by the way"

She smiles and thanks you, and you smile shaking your head,

"If you are still tired you can sleep, I know where I am going"

She shakes her head,

"No, No I want to keep you company"

She states matter of fact and you cannot help but smile, you pass her the warmed up croissant.She accepts it and smiles taking a bite and humming happily.

When you arrive at your house two hours later, she is shocked when you park and follow her up the porch to the other door, you see her hesitation.

"Yea, so when you were asleep I found out we are neighbors- this, this ones me"

She laughs,

"Small world"

You nod almost forgetting the bottle of wine you had purchased as a gift to her, she smiles when you pass it to her and thanks you, blushing slightly.

You hesitate at your door,

"Listen, Larissa you know if - if your car is not ready in time for the staff party tomorrow. I don't mind giving you a ride"

She pauses her hand on the door knob and smiles warmly at you,

"That would be wonderful Y/n, I think I have your number so I will text you as soon as I know"

You smile and bid her goodnight, waiting for her to go inside before entering your own half of the house. You remove your coat, and set the wine down on your kitchen counter.

You hang up your purse, grabbing your lap top and chargers out of it. You plug them in, in your home office. Before going back to your kitchen where the Amontillado wine waits, you grab a single stem glass and pour it, you let the wine breathe while you light some candles and draw yourself a bubble bath.

You shed your clothes, and grab the glass and your phone before carefully settling into the warm soothing water.

You instantly relax, and take a sip of your wine, you are leaned back in the tub, your bath pillow cushioning your neck when a text from a number you do not recognize comes through.

"Thank you for tonight Y/n and of course the wine"

attached to the text is an image not dissimilar to your current setting, you see the wine sitting on a bath table perched atop a claw foot tub, candles illuminate the rich red of the wine, a stark contrast to the strip of pale flesh of her thigh poking through the bubbles.

You smile and send her a text with a selfie attached of you leaning back in the tub, only a small amount of your ample cleavage visible in the photo.

"No problem Rissa, looks like we had the same idea"

She heart reacts to your message, and you smile as you add her phone number to your contacts before continuing your bath.

A short while later, you are finished shaving and bathing, clad in a towel and moisturizing your skin. When you hear a soft knock at your door, you scrunch your brows wondering who it could be this late. You go to the door tightening the towel around your body, before opening the door a crack to find Larissa in a satin blood red pajama set.

You instantly flush embarrassed at your barely concealed nakedness,

"Sorry Y/n, I figured since we are neighbors, and you got the wine- we might spend some time together if you want"

You quickly recover from your embarrassment, and welcome her inside your apartment. Leading her to the living room,

"Of course, let me just finish getting dressed"

She nods her head in understanding a flush on her cheeks, and a subtle curve to her lips. You make your way to your bedroom, and go to your drawers, you decide on a black silk sleep short set, and a sheer robe, a matching lingerie set beneath it.

You return to Larissa in the living room with your wine and the bottle, she looks you up and down twice and smiles, something that does not go unnoticed by you.

You sit across from her and smile, trying to sit as modestly as you can in the shorts that ride up your thighs, and cannot help but fixate on her perfectly manicured long slender hands.

"I am glad you decided to come down and visit me Larissa"

You say with a blush, and she smiles taking another sip of the wine,

"I am glad I did too, it is honestly really nice getting to spend time with you outside of the Academy, you are like a completely different person. I swear sometimes I thought you were avoiding me"

She teases causing you to laugh, she smiles at your laugh chuckling herself,

"To be fair, sometimes I was because I thought you might hate me"

You comment taking a sip of your wine and she flushes, chuckling to herself as she watches you take another sip of wine.

"Am I that intimidating darling?"

She asks affectionately,

"No, Gods no Larissa, I am just shit at flirting with and talking to women I find indescribably beautiful"

Larissa blushes at your words, and you flinch covering your mouth, and pour yourself another glass topping hers off. She does not make further comments about what you said only smiles in appreciation.

Hours pass and eventually the wine is gone, you are very drunk and Larissa is barely tipsy. She smiles at you as you continue to gush over how pretty you think she is,

"God you are just like so fucking pretty, and when you scold me and act in charge at work my knees feel like pudding and my tummy does little flips and twists"

She laughs her lips parted in shock at your words, and she allows you to continue to drunkenly gush and ramble,

"I like a dominant older woman, its probably all of the mommy issues"

you slur your words, leaning back unsteadily on the couch. She smiles darkly her lips upturned in a smirk. She rises from the couch looking at the time,

"Darling it is late, and I should probably go to sleep. I am flattered you think of me so fondly, you should drink some water and go to sleep"

You pout and she smirks, shooting you a pointed look,

"Be a good girl and go to bed, no more wine Darling"

You look up at her innocently, your hair mussed and a wicked glint in your eye on your knees on the couch,

"Okay Mommy"

Larissa's eyes widen in shock and she smiles promising to herself to tease you about this later. She leaves, and you lay on the couch, looking at your phone. You scroll through your phone and message your friend Bridget who is a tattoo artist,

"Hey, I am ready for that tattoo you owe me"

She instantly responds,

"Are you high it's almost one in the morning?"

and you reply,

"Not high, a little dunk, drunk"

Bridget taps out a response, and you resist the urge to cheer triumphantly,

"Fine, I will be there in ten minutes"

You drink the last of the wine in the bottle, and when Bridget arrives she laughs at the state of you.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Y/n?"

You nod determined, and tell her your idea while she sets up the table. She makes you sign a form stating you consented to the tattoo, and that she is not held responsible for anything once the tattoo is complete.

Satisfied with the paperwork, she has you lay down on the table, and begins the tattoo. At some point she finishes and leaves, and you stumble to bed. The next morning you wake up with an ache in your lower back, and sigh rubbing your eyes. You take the pain killers sitting by your bed side and a sip of water, you notice a note on the floor and pick it up.

It is from Bridget,

"hey wild child, seems like you partied pretty hard last night with your boss.Anyway just a reminder that, you picked the tattoo and signed the contract, so your not allowed to be mad at me for drunk you's decisions"

Fuck- you mutter rushing to the bathroom, and turning so you can see your lower back in the mirror, in swirling fine print is a tramp stamp that says "Mommy's good girl."

You pinch your brows in frustration, swearing to never drink again, and look at the time,

"Shit"

You slept incredibly late, and now have an hour to get ready for the work party. You shower and moisturize your skin, applying a balm to the tattoo bitterly swearing the entire time.

You dry and style your long hair in a loose twisted crown braid, doing an alluring smokey eye, and applying a vampy red lipstick.

You look at the gown you had purchased for the party with dismay, it has an open back but you think the tattoo will be concealed, you slip on the lingerie that goes with the gown.

Before stepping into it and zipping yourself into the curve hugging dress, its black and sheer, covered in red stones that cover your most intimate areas in intricate swirling patterns, you grab the lace mask that matches and your purse. You throw a blazer over it, just as Larissa calls.

"Are you ready Y/n? I was just about to head down to your car"

You smile taking a hangover cure med, and respond,

"Yes, I will be right out Larissa"

You slip on your stilettos, and make your way out of your apartment, you turn to find Larissa in a power suit that matches your dress, her lace back bra poking out beneath her vest,her hair in loose waves and her makeup impeccable.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of her, and you blush looking her up and down, your about to speak at the same time,

"You look-um, you first'

You say, Larissa smiles drinking in your form in the dress eyeballing your curves,

"stunning"

she says, and you respond with,

"divine"

She smiles and thanks you for the compliment watching as you wince climbing into the car, not allowing your lower back to touch much of the drivers seat.

"Are you okay Y/n?"

She asks concern on her face as you drive to the venue,

"Oh, thank you for asking Larissa, I think I just slept weird"

You lie, smiling at her. You turn the conversation to different matters,

"Did I say or do anything to make you uncomfortable last night Larissa?"

In truth you could not remember anything about the night before, she smiles and blushes remembering how you called her mommy.

"Not at all Darling, so relax, you did nothing to upset me"

You genuinely do relax and within two hours you arrive at the venue, your other coworkers already having arrived greet you and Larissa warmly when you arrive. You both have your masks, you all drink and talk and dance. But with all the bodies moving the venue becomes really warm, you fight with yourself internally battling over whether or not you should remove the blazer.

You see Larissa engaging in a pleasant conversation with a friend, and she notices your flushed cheeks, she saunters over to you and presses her cool finger tips to your forehead,

"Darling you are burning up, why don't you take your blazer off so we can all see your dress better, you look wonderful"

You blush in embarrassment,

"I think I just need some fresh air"

You say, and she smiles,

"I will come with you to keep you company"

You are about to tell her she does not have to when she is already holding the door. You step out into the cool night air, still feeling unbearably hot,

"Here"

Larissa helps you remove the jacket and you resist,

"Y/n don't be silly you will get a heat stroke"

You relent noticing her annoyance and she slips off your blazer, her eyes scan your exposed back and her words are cut off mid sentence,

"there-"

You freeze prepared to explain yourself, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, when you feel her delicate slender fingers brush over the tattoo.

A desperate moan escapes your throat, and you hear her growl in response, her other hand curling possessively around your wrist.

You turn to face her, and what you see makes your knees go weak, her pupils are blown with lust, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her voice is a sultry husk,

"Mommy's good girl"

She whispers seductively her accent causing her to prolong the "r" in girl. You blush your hands fidgeting restlessly,

"I -I can explain"

You provide weakly, Larissa smirks her arms caging you between her and the railing her hand graces your side trailing up your torso before running along your delicate jaw, and tilting your chin up to meet her lustful gaze.

"Oh? Darling I don't think that will be necessary, you already told Mommy everything"

You flush your heart a hammer in your chest,

"I did?"

She hums in approval at your question,

"Yes, you did I believe you said you found me undeniably attractive, that you loved that I was a dominant older woman, and called me Mommy"

You blush feeling appalled at your drunken actions. You immediately feel your eyes fill up with embarrassed tears.

"I-I am so sorry Larissa"

She silences you, placating you, rubbing your arm in a soothing gesture,

"Don't be I thought it was adorable, and I would be lying if I told you I did not find it endearing, or that your feelings were not returned Darling"

You relax a little,

"You are not just saying that Larissa?"

She smiles,

"No baby girl, I am flattered that a stunning woman like you is attracted to me. To be entirely honest it is a turn on"

You flush feeling aroused at her words, the feeling travels straight to your eager core.

You blush at her admission,

"To be honest darling I have had my eye on you for a while, you are always perfect, always so attentive with the students and never behave like a brat when i tease you for being late"

You lean into her your eyes fluttering with her every word, you look down at her cherry red lips. And she leans closer,

"Larissa I have had a major crush on you for a while, and I am glad drunk me told you, but-"

She smiles,

"But what darling?"

You freeze,

"but should we be doing this, I mean your my boss"

She smirks wickedly,

"We can, as long as we don't get caught darling"

You flush, leaning against her,

"Are you sure?"

She nods,

"More than anything, just promise me you'll be mine"

You flush at her words feeling your heart race with hers, and the sincerity in her smile,

"I'm yours"

You respond without hesitation. She kisses you passionately her hands squeezing your hips firmly, when you part you can't stop smiling. She places her hand on the small of your back covering your tattoo, and the both of you return to the party with the rest of the staff.

You talk and drink wine, and when the party ends, she insists on driving your subaru home.

The entire drive home you feel tense, the sort of nervous excitement before something life changing and big happens.

You look over at Larissa worrying your lip between your teeth, its been two hours of silence with her driving.You clear your throat,

"Thank you for driving Larissa"

She smiles sensing your nervousness, her hand darts out seeking yours, she holds your hand tightly and rubs your knuckles with her thumb.

"Its no trouble darling, I am used to being tall and between your new tattoo which we have yet to discuss, and your stilettos I know you must be sore"

You smile and lean back,

"You want to discuss my tattoo?"

She smirks devilishly,

"Yes, I do"

She confirms, as she pulls into the town of jericho, your house fifteen minutes away. As she pulls into the driveway, she turns off the car, and unbuckles her belt without a word.

She walks around to the passenger side and undoes your seat belt for you, her face inches from yours, she helps you out of the car, not giving you much choice.

"Now darling, you are going to go inside your home and change into something more comfortable, and I expect you at my door in less then fifteen minutes. Am I understood?"

She asks, causing you to shiver at her authoritative tone. You nod your head, and she tilts your chin up roughly to neet her gaze,

"Use your words darling"

You blush a deeper shade of crimson,

"Yes"

She smirks biting her lip not letting go of your chin,

"Yes what?"

You shiver, barely supressing a moan,

"Yes Mommy"

You whisper softly, and she smiles kissing your forehead and releasing your chin,

"Good girl, now hurry up and get changed"

You do as she tells you making your way to your bedroom and immediately strip, you put on a pair of comfy clothes, before making your way up to her door.

You knock and she opens the door, a smirk on her face, she welcomes you inside of her home. You look around her home and just as you imagined everything is pristine, she gently guides you to her living room. And you both take a seat,

"Now about this tattoo Darling"

She prompts and you instantly cringe in embarrassment, she chuckles at the look on your face,

"What about it?"

You feel incredibly flustered. She smiles,

"As much as I am flattered that you wanted to commemorate my hold over you permanently, we should probably message your artist and schedule a cover up. It would cause a negative impact on the public perception of the Academy, if I allowed a staff member to have such a suggestive tattoo"

You nod dying a little inside,

"I-I can call Bridget and see if she is free, I am so sorry, please-please don't fire me"

Larissa places her hand on your shoulder in a calming gesture,

"I am not going to fire you darling, we just need to change it"

You relax at her words and pick up your cell phone and call Bridget, she answers and you place her on call at Larissa's request,

"Yes Y/n?"

Bridget answers, You fidget nervously,

"So um, about the back tattoo... I am going to need a cover up"

There is a brief pause, before Bridget responds,

"I will be right there"

You nod and Larissa smiles,

"I-I am upstairs"

Bridget laughs,

"Mommy did not like the tattoo?"

Larissa smirks, and you groan, Bridget laughs at your expense. Larissa takes your phone,

"I liked it, it is just not appropriate for an educator of a prestigious academy"

Bridget gasps in shock,

"Damn Y/n she sounds hot"

Larissa smiles and finishes up the call with Bridget, she rubs you back in support, and you cuddle into her.

When Bridget arrives she sets up her tattoo machine and table, getting her ink pots ready, you reluctantly climb back on the table and watch Larissa who cannot stop smirking.

Bridget turns her machine on letting it buzz near your skin, and you feel something cold and wet on your back.

"Done"

Larissa laughs at your shocked expression, Bridget bites her lip,

"It was fake?"

You ask your voice rising in pitch, and Bridget nods,

"I knew you would regret it, if you got it, or that your partner might not approve so I saved you the pain and the trouble"

You smile playfully shoving Bridget,

"DICK, I thought she was gonna fire me!"

Bridget smiles,

"Now loser, do you want an actual tattoo?"

You look to Larissa who nods her head in approval,

"Yea, we can start the Gothic architecture sleeves you designed for me, and Larissa can tell you about any little additions she thinks would be good"

Larissa smiles and plays with your hair while Bridget thrashes your skin with ink for four hours straight. Larissa smiles making little notes on the tattoo,

"Y/n, are you cool if Larissa does a line of ink on your arm right?"

You look from Bridget to Larissa who is shocked by your friend's statement, You smile,

"Of course, I trust her"

Bridget lets Larissa take a seat, and shows her how to run the machine, and lets her use practice skin at first before you give her your arm.

Larissa takes a steadying breath as she brings the tattoo gun to your arm, she fills in a line, and you smile.

"Alright, let me get back in their so I can finish it up and leave you to alone"

Larissa stands back up and continues to play with your hair in a soothing gesture. When Bridget's finished she cleans off the excess ink and smiles at her work,

"Perfect"

You look at the sleeve and smile, you liked the additions Larissa added to the piece, you pay Bridget and thank her. Soon enough you are alone, Larissa smirks.

"I hope you learned a lesson about shopping for tattoos when inebriated"

You laugh, and she smirks scooting closer to you on the couch,

"I definitely did, and thankfully it was not a hard lesson to learn"

Larissa laughs and you kiss her, you don't know why you did, you just do. Instinctively her hands are on your hips, you moan feeling her tongue swipe across your bottom lip. You allow her access, and instantly your tongues dance together, she pulls away her lips pressing kisses along your jaw.

She sucks a hickey into your neck, and you moan incredibly loud,

"FUCK MOMMY"

She growls playfully scooping you into her arms and carries you to her bed, she sets you on it gently, and within seconds you are completely naked.

Her eyes drink in your form hungrily, and you whine at the loss of her warmth, you tug on her clothes and she smirks cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Please Mommy"

She smiles kissing your forehead and slowly teasingly strips for you, revealing every inch of perfect porcelain skin, she climbs on to her bed crawling towards you and you lay back allowing her on top of you. She hums kissing down your jaw and neck, pecking the hickey she gave you and kisses down your chest to your breasts.

She darts her tongue out sensually sucking on each of your nipples, licking them in quick tight circles, causing your breathing to come out in quick little pants.

She continues her slow path down your body squeezing your hips, and when she gets close to where you desperately need her, she kisses down each leg, and up each leg nipping your inner thighs with her teeth.

You are a writhing needy mess beneath her, desperate for her touch, your dripping core, is needy with evidence of your arousal. You feel your cunt flutter and pulse on nothing, she smirks kissing and licking every where but where you need her.

"Please Mommy"

You beg a whine in your tone, she smiles and lowers her head to your pussy, her breathing making you shudder and ache. Finally she licks your cunt in one broad stripe, from your opening to your clit. She moans at your taste, her eyes fluttering shut in approval before attacking your cunt with her tongue.

"GOD FUCK YES"

You moan your body bowing in response to her ministrations, she hums sending vibrations through you, and eats you out until you feel like you're going to fall apart. Your hips writhing and undulating chasing her tongue, and then she stops, coming back up to your eye level and kisses you.

"Mommy why'd you stop?"

You ask your voice high pitch with need, she smirks and reaches over into her night stand pulling out a bottle of lubricant, a strap on holster and a sizable dildo. She slips the harness on and attaches the dildo, she lubricates it with expert precision, before sliding back between your legs. Your arousal dripping onto her sheets she growls in approval,

"If at any point you are uncomfortable darling or you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

She says now that she has finished lubricating the dildo and is level with your opening. You smile at her attentiveness,

"Okay Mommy"

You whisper, and satisfied with your answer she eases inside of you. She barely has the tip inside of you, and you already feel full, she rubs your clit while you adjust and when she feels less resistance pushes in a bit deeper.

Larissa smiles watching you take her strap, and when it is fully flush inside you, you are panting, your thighs twitching threatening to clamp shut.

But when she moves, oh gods , it's like you see stars. She lifts your legs onto her shoulders, and fucks you at a brutal pace that nearly makes you see the inside of your skull, the sound of wet flesh slapping together fills the room as she pounds into your eager wet cunt animalistically, growling and moaning, she kisses you passionately.

You feel yourself approaching your orgasm rapidly, your thighs twitching around her strap, she notices and angles her hips to make the dildo hit that sweet spot inside of you that has you moaning so loud your voice becomes hoarse.

"Fuck Mommy I am close"

Larissa smiles wickedly her own orgasm approaching as her hips stutter a sign of her impending release,

"Good Girl, cum with Mommy, cum on Mommy's cock"

You orgasm screaming her name and chanting it like a prayer, and you watch her whole body shudder in pleasure as she orgasms too, collapsing on top of you.

You moan feeling your whole body twitch as you recover from the toe curling experience, when Larissa has recovered she carefully removes the dildo from your overly sensitive well fucked cunt, and take it off.

You make room for her next to you on the bed, and pepper her in appreciative kisses, in complete and utter bliss you pass out in each others arms.

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[weirdsht]

What if i have an idea and it's orv's "incarnation kim dokja will be killed at the hands of the person he loves most" BUT it's reader and cale

May Our Fates Intertwine Once More - Cale/Reader

notes: 1. Anon I'm sorry for taking so long to write your req; and 2. I'm sorry to everyone who saw the small preview I posted before and thought it was fluff.

tags: fluff, no gender specified for reader, novel spoiler (sealed god's test), hurt no comfort, angst, death, canon divergence from 620

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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One moment you were next to Cale then the next second you’re standing in the middle of an unknown place with this weird half-transparent blue screen in front of you.

[Quest List:]

[1. Pass the tutorial

2. Launch a widescale attack on the safe zones during the eclipse 

3. Die after fighting a magnificent battle at the hands of the person who loves you the most]

“What the fuck…”

You cursed as you read what the screen says. You tried to see if you could touch it but something else popped up as soon as your finger made contact with it.

[WARNING!! WARNING!!]

[All injuries sustained in this body will be mirrored in your real body!]

“This isn’t my real body? But it looks the same.”

It really does. The only thing that has changed is your clothes. You’re wearing something that fits the image of a deity.

Still confused, you look around you. There’s nothing you recognized. But it does look like you’re somewhere abandoned.

[A message has arrived! Tap here to read!]

You tapped the new overlay that popped up and it instantly brought you to the message.

[Are you enjoying your lover’s original world?]

The anonymous message said. Immediately, you had an inkling as to who it could be.

“What the fuck? You must be that stupid god presence we felt back there.”

[Such brash words while talking to a god… Anyway, are you aware of where your lover is?]

“His around here too right? What the hell did you do to him?”

[Nothing much. His just under my test to overcome his despair. I’m waiting for him to be consumed by it so he can take my hand.]

“Knowing Cale, I'm sure he’ll overcome it. He’d rather die than work with you.”

[That’s where you come in dear.]

You feel like you can hear the god’s vile laughter even through the screen. But you wondered how you’d help meet Cale’s demise. Unless a demon possesses you to the point where you can’t control yourself, you won't do it.

Then it dawned on you.

The mission.

[3. Die after fighting a magnificent battle at the hands of the person who loves you the most]

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! You’re quite witty, aren’t you? On the bright side, I found out Cale loves me the most thanks to you.”

[It’s great, isn’t it? If you don’t do your missions you’ll be stuck here forever. If you do them you’ll die. Whatever you do you love must say goodbye. An instant recipe for despair.]

“We’ll see about that. You might be underestimating me too much.”

You pointed your middle finger towards the screen with messages before closing it.

Getting past the tutorial was easy. Turns out you have an inventory that contains countless supplies of food and other necessities. You also have the ability to summon monsters.

The same monsters your lover told you he fought in his previous life before becoming Cale Henituse.

“Ho? This is interesting. It feels like I’m playing a game of some sort.”

You said no one in particular as you read the descriptions of the monsters at your disposal. You spend the whole day navigating the screen that calls itself the “status window”. According to it, you have the whole day free today as the eclipse will happen tomorrow.

As you take yourself on a tour of your inventory one particular item catches your attention.

[Sword of Liubi Duplicate]

It was your sword. Well, a duplicate of it. It was given to you by Cale after you first met. Clicking on the sword, you read what properties would its copy have.

[A sword replicated from your world. It’s strong, probably one of the strongest swords on Earth 2 despite being nerfed. However, since it’s a duplicate it will only have half of its original prowess. It is still a remarkable weapon nonetheless.]

Some of the terms used like “nerfed” you don’t understand as they don’t exist in your world. But it still gave you a general idea as to what the status of your sword is.

Well, it’s better than nothing.

Plus you think the only time you’d have to use it is when you fight Cale so it’s better that it’s not as strong as before.

“Either way I die huh…”

You mumbled as you stared up at the ceiling of the abandoned house you found. Usually, a person would not be able to stay in such a place so leisurely. However, since the monsters won’t touch you it's a different story.

“What am I getting sad for? I was supposed to die way back! I’m just fulfilling it now…”

It’s the truth. If it wasn’t for your lover and his friends you would’ve died a long time ago. You guess someone bound to die early will die early.

You dismissed the thoughts of your death out of your head. Instead, you focused your energy on thinking about how you would get Cale to fight you so he could complete his mission.

With those thoughts in mind, you slowly fell asleep. 

“Okay, this is kind of fun… but I feel bad since Cale and the others are fighting the things I summoned.”

You’re on top of a building. A good distance away from Cale– no Kim Rok Soo’s safe zone but still near enough to be able to observe what’s happening.

“Is that Choi Han? At first I felt bad for them, but now I feel bad for myself. They’ll finish my babies in no time!”

Observing Choi Han and the others fighting, you kept summoning more monsters. The monsters you summon are regulated by the status window but you still find some joy in doing it.

It is getting tiring though.

You can’t believe you have to keep doing this for 24 hours straight. You’re not even getting paid…

[Alert!]

[One (1) of your “Grade 1 Taster Monsters” have broken from the pack]

[Alert!]

[Two (2) of your “Grade 1 Taster Monsters” have broken from the pack]

“What the hell? I swear my dearest must have an ancient power that allows him to gather powerful beings. His even stealing away my babies.”

You huffed in frustration as you watched two of your summons go over to Kim Rok Soo’s side.

“Isn’t this whole thing too good for me though? Everything I need to survive is free… And summoning monsters doesn’t cost anything.”

[It's the least I could do for someone bound to die either way]

That pesky god messaged you again.

“Well look at you being Mr. Nice. Are you flirting with me? Sorry, I’m taken.”

For emphasis, you brought up your ring finger that contained your engagement ring. As if flipping the god off.

[Blasphemous as ever. It tempts me to take you as one of my children. Too bad you won’t be able to take in the despair that comes as a price.]

“Yeah yeah. Just shut up. It’s not like I have any plans teaming up with a god.”

Sealed God shut up and you lived the next days in peace.

You have the monsters at your disposal that can do whatever you need them to do. And you have no quest assigned to you aside from that dying one. Your mind has also been at ease as you have a general plan as to how you’ll get your love to fight you one-on-one.

[New Mission Alert!]

[Summon one (1) Electric Eel in Gwangalli Beach]

Gwangalli Beach where is that? You have absolutely no idea. In fact, you’re tired of your status window acting as if you were from this world.

“I’m sure the monster will know where it is…”

Convincing yourself that your summons will know where it is you summoned a flying monster to take you to that place.

Luckily, your assumption was correct. In no time you were where you need to be.

“Status window summon one Electric Eel… Who named this thing? I mean it’s a snake that will be summoned from the sea, and has electricity as one of its powers. But Electric Eel? Seriously?”

After bashing the monster’s name a little, you summoned it.

“I’m sure you already know what to do…”

You mumbled to the monster before going away to hide before someone saw you.

All that’s left for you to do is watch and wait for your entrance.

3 days. That’s how many days it took for them to defeat the Electric Eel.

While everyone was doing that you were watching on top of the building. Your robed dress flows freely in the wind as you do so. There were a lot of instances you wanted to intervene. Wanted to go help the love of your life and the man you considered your brother.

But alas you couldn’t.

The status window with only one quest left reminded you of that every time.

[Are you ready for the final act?]

Sealed God messaged you again. As if laughing at your inevitable demise.

“Just watch my performance. It’ll be spectacular.”

For a moment you were tempted to curse him out as you usually would. However, you decided that if you’re gonna go out today, you’re going out with grace and elegance. It's only fitting as the fiance of a duke’s son.

[Player _____ will be killed at the hands of the person that loves them the most]

[The last arc of the game…]

[Starts Now]

Ignoring the status window, you ride the flying monster waiting for you. It’s the same monster that brought you to the beach before.

“I worked so hard just for you to defeat my baby.”

You gently spoke as you gracefully descended from the monster's back and onto the dead Electric Eel. 

“...That’s your baby?”

Kim Rok Soo mumbled quite mournfully. He was supposed to be your baby after all.

“Wait how are you even here?”

He asked. Looking at you curiously. 

“Oh, I’m the one summoning all the monsters you’ve been fighting. Was it fun? Ah, don’t ask me where they come from though. I have no idea where they came from. I can only summon them.”

You spoke as if there was nothing wrong. As if you guys aren't standing on the opposite sides of the battlefield.

“_____-nim…”

Choi Han, the man you have come to consider your brother, slowly called out to you.

“What are you doing?”

He asks, not minding the whispers from the people around you three.

“So that’s what happened to my Dark Tiger… Asking permission to borrow my things would have been appreciated, Your Highness.”

You addressed Alberu first before answering the swordmaster’s question.

“Don’t you still get it? Every play must end with the hero defeating the evil mastermind! And you Kim Rok Soo…”

The sword you summoned on the way here pointed towards your lover.

“You shall be the one who strikes the final blow.”

Kim Rok Soo’s brain connected the pieces. You smile while observing him. And that smile pissed him off.

Because you were smiling as if everything was okay.

As if you hadn’t just announced your death.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll be stuck here and die. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

“So I just have to kill you here?”

‘And then you’ll return to my arms in our world?’

You knew the silent question that lingered in the commander’s reddish-brown eyes.

“Yes.”

Yet you ignored it. Letting him believe that everything will be fine. That you will only die in this world. That nothing will happen to you in your world and all shall be well.

It was for his own good.

The only way for him to not fall into despair once more.

Drawing your sword once again, you beckoned for your lover to fight you.

“Everyone else stay back. I’ll summon another unranked monster if you interfere.”

“Follow what they say and just watch.”

You and Kim Rok Soo said before your powers clashed with each other.

Lightning after lightning struck you. However, your sword blocked most of them. Dodging the ones you couldn’t block.

When it was your turn to attack, you struck your sword towards Cale. Each slash either landed on the Indestructible Shield or was blocked by the Fire of Destruction.

“Your sword is stronger than this. I did not give you such a flimsy thing.”

Cale spoke as you failed to cut through his shield once more.

“Don’t worry this isn’t the one you gave– Ugh!”

A lightning struck you. Cale used it as an opportunity to land more hits.

“I was talking you know? You’re as rude as ever. Anyway, this one is a duplicate.”

Your sword managed to land a cut on the commander’s arm. Everyone else watched the two of you. People who don’t know you were wondering how can the two of you fight while bantering as if your lives aren’t on the line.

But not everyone in the audience didn’t know you. Two people in there knew you very well. 

“I’m going back first. Something about this feels off.”

Alberu told Choi Han who was gripping his scabbard tightly.

“His Majesty is going first?”

“Seems like it.”

You can Cale continued talking as you fight. It reminded you of the small talks he would engage you in as you train.

It reminded you that this is probably the last time you will be able to talk to him like this.

“Ow! That hurts you know!”

A particular attack from the Sky Eating Water rendered you unable to pick up the sword. Cale took this as an opportunity to hold you down using the trees summoned earlier to fight the Electric Eel.

You watch as Cale turns off his Sound of the Wind. He walks towards you at a leisurely pace, picking up your sword on the way. 

“I’m sorry.”

He said and you noticed his hand tremble ever so slightly.

“Don’t be. I’m happy that it’s you. Do you want to know what’s the prerequisite of my death?”

Cale did not answer but you said it anyway.

“I shall die by the hands of the one that loves me the most. That’s what it said.”

The commander’s eyes shook along with his hand.

“That’s why I’m glad…”

Blood spilt from your mouth as your sword stabbed your heart. From the corner of your eye, you could see Choi Han running towards where you are.

“_____-nim!”

Your brother called out to you as Cale let go of his control on the trees in favour of holding you instead. 

There’s still blood spilling from your mouth but that didn’t stop you from smiling at him. Your smile was weak and tired, but it was the best you could do at the moment.

“I’m fine…”

You assured Cale squeezing your hand.

“I’ll be waiting for you in our world. So don’t be sad okay? Remember you have to overcome despair.”

“Promise?”

Cale asked you as he cradled your body in his chest.

“I promise.”

You left out the part that you’ll probably be dead or dying when he sees you. 

Weakly, but full of determination you raised your left hand to link your pinkies together. The diamond in your engagement ring shone as you did. Meanwhile, your right hand is being held by Choi Han.

They said that your life will flash in your eyes at your last moments. No such thing happened to you. But you did remember a conversation that you and your lover had prior to this whole thing.

“So you’re birthday is on November 8th? Why are you only telling me this now? There’s so little time to prepare a gift for you!”

“What are you talking about it’s still so far away?”

“No, it’s not! It’s not enough time for me to prepare the perfect gift for you.”

That’s right, today is November 8 in this world. It’s Cale’s birthday…

“In Raon’s castle… My gift is there. He should know about it…”

“You can just give it to me yourself when we get back.”

Cale answered and you almost laughed at his cluelessness.

“...Happy birthday my love. May you always find happiness.”

Those were your last words before you took your last breath. Before your body slowly turned into dust in Cale’s hold.

But Cale wasn’t in despair even as you die.

He may be sad, but he wasn’t in despair.

It was because he was holding onto your words that you’d meet him back home.

That’s how Cale was able to pass the Sealed God’s test.

But why…

“MOVE ASIDE, LET PENDRICK AND SAINT-NIM HANDLE IT!”

Why was the first thing he heard as soon as he came back Alberu’s shouting when he was supposed to be in his castle making preparations?

“CALL FOR MORE HEALERS WE’RE LOSING _____-NIM!”

“_____ wake up. Please wake up.”

Alberu and Raon’s voice rang on his head. 

At that moment. Rosalyn and Eruhaben noticed that he was back. They quickly greeted him before calling over Raon and Sherrit to remove the barrier that surrounded him.

“What’s happening?”

Cale asks as he enters the room where the shouts are coming from.

The sight made him stop in his tracks.

Laying on a grass bed that’s similar to where he was just a few minutes ago was his lover. His fiance.

They were lying there. Bleeding.

On the heart.

Exactly where Cale had stabbed them back on Earth.

A realisation dawned on him at the moment.

You just promised that you would meet him back home.

You did not promise that you would meet him alive.

Cale, the fool, had only assumed you would.

[verspia]

Heellooo

I request where kenan and yn is dating and have for 2-3 months but keeping it secretly, cuz of his career, and kenan and his friend cubanito doing a livestream, and kenan gets spammed if he’s seeing someone, but he tries to keep it private and try to dodge the questions, cuz its rumored he’s dating someone that is not YN that the people suspect, but he is seeing YN, and his friend try to confirm he’s not seeing that girl, but kinda seeing someone else? which is YN

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THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT US • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

i love this so much i rlly hope i’ve written it to your liking

ps i used karlotta as the rumoured girl

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user86 - who uses the word beau 💀

karlottafann - they’d look so cute together 🥹

user86 - those posts are from ages ago tho?

user09 - another one bites the dust

user97 - footballers and models what’s new 🥱

user98 - someone confirm this asap

user02 - he def slid into her dms

user037 - dating for sure

The apartment feels quiet without him, the kind of quiet that settles deep, filling every corner with the absence of his laughter, his low voice, the warmth of his presence. You’re curled up on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless stream of notifications that come with dating someone like Kenan. It’s been three months now—long enough that you know the feel of his hand on the small of your back, the way his thumb traces idle patterns against your skin when you’re watching movies, the little half-smile he gives when he thinks you’re not looking. But still early enough that everything feels new, each touch a rush, each shared glance a secret you’re both savouring.

It’s also long enough that the rumours have started, circling like vultures around your little bubble of privacy. You both agreed from the start to keep things quiet, at least for now. His career is always in the spotlight, scrutinised by fans, tabloids, and everyone with an opinion. And then there’s you—part of his world but never quite fitting into the neat little narratives they want to create. So you’ve kept it hidden, the two of you slipping through back doors, stolen moments in between his rehearsals and public appearances, and late-night drives through empty streets where the rest of the world doesn’t matter.

Tonight, he’s across town, sitting in Cubanito’s sleek, minimalist living room, the kind of place that’s made for being on camera. You know this because you’ve been there—laughing, sprawled out on the couch with Kenan’s arm around your shoulders, out of view of the lens. It’s where they do their live-streams, just the two of them bantering about everything and nothing, their easy chemistry drawing thousands of viewers every time they go live. You usually like to watch, listening to the sound of Kenan’s voice through your phone, letting it fill the space when he’s not with you.

You open the app and the live stream is already buzzing with activity, the chat scrolling faster than you can read. Kenan is sitting on the left, relaxed in his usual way, hoodie pulled up just enough to shadow his eyes but not hide that familiar, lopsided grin. Cubanito is beside him, gesturing wildly as he talks, always the louder, more animated of the two, but Kenan’s calm presence keeps everything grounded.

You watch them for a while, smiling at the banter, the way Kenan leans back, completely at ease, laughing at something Cubanito says. But then the comments start shifting, and you notice the questions piling up, flashing bright and insistent:

*Who’s Kenan dating? Is it true about him and that model?*

*Kenan, are you seeing someone? Don’t dodge the question!*

*Kenan, blink twice if you’re with her!*

You feel your heart clench, fingers tightening around your phone. The rumours have been everywhere—screenshots of kenan in her likes, whispers and speculation that he’s dating her, even though you know better. But Kenan’s been careful, dodging the questions whenever they come up, brushing them off with a laugh or a change of subject. Tonight, though, it seems like they won’t let it go.

Cubanito squints at the screen, reading the chat aloud in his usual dramatic fashion, but this time there’s an edge to his voice, a hint of mischief that tells you he’s about to stir the pot. “Yo, Kenan, they’re really going off tonight. Everyone wants to know who you’re seeing, man. Spill the tea!”

Kenan chuckles, but you can tell from the way he shifts in his seat that he’s uncomfortable, his smile tightening just a little. “Nah, it’s nothing like that,” he says, trying to keep his tone light. “People just love to talk, you know how it is.”

Cubanito isn’t having it, though. He leans closer, elbows on his knees, eyes bright with the thrill of teasing his friend. “Come on, Kenan. Everyone thinks it’s that girl—what’s her name? The model? But I don’t know, man. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

Kenan’s smile falters just a fraction, a tiny crack in his usual composure. You know he’s trying to figure out how to handle this, how to keep your secret safe without feeding the rumours. He glances at the chat, then back at Cubanito, his expression caught between exasperation and amusement. “Nah, it’s not like that,” he says again, firmer this time. “I’m not seeing her.”

Cubanito leans back, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Okay, okay, you’re not seeing her. But you’re definitely seeing *someone*, huh? Come on, man. We’re all friends here.” There’s a playful edge to his voice, but also a knowing look—a hint that maybe he’s aware of more than he’s letting on.

Kenan shoots him a warning glance, but it’s softened by the faint smile tugging at his lips, the kind that always makes your heart skip a beat. He runs a hand through his hair, and for a moment, he looks right at the camera, right at you, like he’s letting you in on the joke. “Let’s just say… I’m happy,” he finally says, his voice low, almost lost beneath the noise of the livestream. “And that’s all that matters, right?”

The chat explodes, filled with questions and speculation, but Kenan doesn’t pay it any mind. He turns back to Cubanito, deflecting with a joke, steering the conversation back to safer ground, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers on the screen—a quick, barely-there look that makes your chest tighten. It’s a look meant for you, and you alone, a silent reassurance that no matter what the world thinks, he’s yours.

You feel a rush of warmth, a quiet, private kind of joy that���s just for the two of you. It’s not easy, keeping things quiet, pretending in public that you’re not together when every time you’re alone, he’s the one who makes you feel seen in a way no one else ever has. But moments like this, where he slips you into his world without anyone else noticing, make it all worth it. The stolen kisses, the late-night texts, the whispered promises when no one else is around—it’s messy, and it’s complicated, but it’s yours, and it’s enough.

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fin.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi , miss Raven

Their is something has been on my mind for while ;

In rook suitor suit vignette he Compose a flattering poem about Crowley

While Ace and Epel was talking about how rook would compliment anyone , rook insisted that he mean every word he say .

And there's this specific weird line

"if it weren't for your presence , I wouldn't be here"

Like what do you mean?????!!

Do you think this line is hinting at the fact that rook didn't join NRC via traditional way or he wasn't chosen by the dark mirror , since he is one of the light trio

Or To the fact that he transferred to another dorm smoothly without any problem?

For some reason I started suspecting rook recently 😭

The fact he was one of the reason vil overbloted by convincing him to watch neige performance and also he is the one who convinced vil to add Ace and deuce as part of VDC team while I thought lilia and cater was a better option

I would like to hear your opinion about it 👀

Ah, so if I'm understanding you correctly... You're theorizing that Rook might be an outside agent of some kind? One that Crowley intentionally brought into NRC to facilitate triggering overblots??

I’ll try to respond to one question at a time; hopefully this will make it easier to follow along! The post got quite long, so it's all below the cut~

Beginning with Rook’s poem, and, more specifically, “If it weren’t for your presence, I wouldn’t be here”. It’s funny that you mention this line, because when the vignette first came out (in JP; the terminology used is similar to “I would not exist/be here”), people interpreted it VERY literally. As in… “Rook is Crowley’s son because he literally could not be conceived without a father! They’re even both named after birds! They have to at least be blood related somehow!” Strange how in 2020, Crowley was suspected of being Rook’s father but now in 2024 Crowley’s being suspected of being Malleus’s father. The poor headmaster just can’t catch a break 😂

Personally, I don’t think that line is implying anything strange about Rook’s enrollment. As far as we know, he did not join NRC though any abnormal means, and nor did Silver. Of the “light trio” (a label that I must stress exists within the fandom but is not endorsed by TWST), only Kalim fits the bill. Kalim was originally homeschooled, but received an acceptance letter to NRC a month into the school year. Another month later, he transferred in. As far as we know, all students at NRC (save for Yuu and Grim) were chosen by the Mirror of Darkness, even the light trio. Again, I want to emphasize that TWST does not use “light trio” or a similar term to refer to or to characterize Kalim, Silverc and Rook. We’ve gotten no formal in-universe explanation as to why those three in particular have light cosmic magic instead of everyone else’s dark cosmic magic. (This is entirely separate from meta theories, which are out-of-universe explanations for why the “light trio” exists. The popular meta explanation is that it’s because Silver, Kalim, and Rook are not twisted from Disney villains but rather “good” characters like Aurora, the Sultan, and the Huntsman.)

On the subject of transferring dorms, the option is always on the table. We see mob students talk about transferring dorms as early as 1-14:

In 6-67 (part 20 with the Pomefiore group), Vil describes the transfer process as being tedious and involving a lot of “complicated paperwork and ceremonies”. Crowley also says the process is “burdensome” in 1-20, but this phrasing is quite vague and could mean any number of things. (Burdensome to whom, the staff or the students? Why exactly is it burdensome?) Overall, it seems like transferring dorms would take a long time and require various formalities, but not necessarily be full of problems.

As long as you’re dedicated and consistently complete what is asked of you to complete the process, transferring should be no issue. I don’t think it’s a given that you’d normally experience troubles in trying to transfer. It should be smooth by default (unless the student backs out, is uncooperative, and/or fails to complete the required steps). So following that logic, I don’t think the poem line is saying anything about Rook’s dorm transfer either.

While it’s true that Rook encourages Vil to watch Neige’s performance and advises that Vil pick Ace and Deuce for the VDC/SDC Tribe, I do not believe there was malicious intent behind these actions. It’s hinted throughout book 5 that Rook’s reasoning for doing these things was to help Vil recognize the value of his “beauty” is something he gains from himself, not from the approval of others.

This is most likely Rook’s motivation for suggesting Vil observe the competition or to consider freshmen for the team. It’s exposing Vil to the contentedness that can come with imperfection or not being at the very top, something Vil fails to recognize in himself until the end of book 5. Being as perceptive as he is, Rook would have realized that outright telling Vil the moral of the week would not sway his strong-willed friend’s mind. Thus, Rook devised a more roundabout plan and involved Yuu (who, at this point, has a reputation for settling dorm-wide disputes) and co. (unpolished and clumsy underclassmen that Vil could shape as well as potentially also learn from in a reciprocal manner). Maybe Lilia and Cater would have been more technically skilled, being members of a club band and all, but they wouldn’t have provided the same opportunity for growth that Yuu and Adeuce did.

Rook is someone who has always been portrayed as a supporter of Vil’s, a good friend and a trusted confidant. He does have a nefarious side and is 100% capable of deception (like the time in Endless Halloween Night when he quickened his heartbeat to convince Sebek he was also scared and therefore was not a traitor). However, I don’t think Rook would want to betray his friends by actively harming them and putting their lives in danger (both during book 5’s overblot and immediately after in book 6’s rescue mission); he truly cares for them and wants to see them happy and healthy. (One could argue he should have voted for NRC instead of RSA to help Vil achieve his dream instead of betraying him, but that’s another discussion entirely.)

There’s no reason why Rook would go out of his way to do innocuous things like helping Epel with his UM or imparting wisdom to Deuce unless he actually cared and wanted to see them develop. Beyond the scope of book 5, why would Rook do even more innocuous things like trying to make Epel feel welcome and assisting him with learning table manners? Why wouldn’t he go out of his way to provoke Vil more often? Did Crowley hypothetically have even all of these little details down and instruct Rook to do (or not do) these things??? It sounds too far-fetched to attach a hidden motive behind everything Rook says or does. It could be as simple as “he wants to be there to support his friends”.

Before we wrap up, I’d like to quickly touch on the suggestion that Silver and Kalim too were catalysts for Malleus and Jamil’s OBs, respectively. It’s true that they were, but I doubt Silver or Kalim were aware and did so intentionally. Both seemed genuinely ignorant as to the true stress that Malleus and Jamil were under, and Silver + Kalim do not present as toxic people who would want to inflame their friends’ negativity. Of course, there’s always the possibility that Puppet Master Crowley (™) is orchestrating everything from the shadows (but I’m not going to get into the “time loop to gather all the necessary information and learn what the correct choices are” theory here www). I just don’t think Rook is Crowley’s accomplice in all of this if the time loop + intention overblots theories overlap.

This is one of those instances where I see Rook as being very honest with his intentions and because of his… generally strange character (?), his peers and players alike still suspect there is a deeper meaning to his words. I interpret his poem as nothing more than waxing poetic to expressing gratitude to the one man that makes it possible for him to be at NRC as a student: Crowley. Rook states that he wanted to give an exemplary poem using a subject that both Ace and Epel were already familiar with, so he went with the headmaster. Furthermore, we know that Rook is able to witness many wonderful and beautiful things at NRC, as well as make meaningful relationships with interesting people like Vil. He would not be able to do any of these things were he not extended an invitation to NRC—and it is for this reason that it would make sense for him to genuinely be appreciative of Crowley.

Those are all my thoughts on this matter all for now ^^ Hope it was an interesting read!

[imasimpforshanks]

falling in love with them… (Pt 2.)

ft. ace, law

part 1 | part 2

a/n: here’s the second part! im currently rewatching dressrosa arc with my sister and it has me feeling all sorts of things for law 😭😭😭 literally the love of my life

ace

falling in love with ace is running your fingers through his hair. if there’s ever a way to get him to settle down, it’s this way. the second your fingers touch his head he’s practically purring.

it’s apologizing for sweaty palms when holding hands; whether it’s because of nerves or aces body heat, you don’t know.

falling in love with ace is “have you eaten yet? let’s go get some food!”

falling in love with ace is inside jokes galore that no one will ever understand the hilarity behind. it’s rolling on the ground in fits of laughter as others look on in confusion.

it’s conversations so alarmingly bizarre and nonsensical if anyone were to overhear, you’d be deemed insane.

falling in love with ace is admiring the way he proudly gushes about his brothers. and it’s immediately agreeing when he declares that he wants you to meet them.

but falling in love with ace is also being shut out. it’s a tiring back and forth of begging to be let in as he succumbs to the guilt of his existence.

falling in love with ace is ignoring the wetness on your shirt as he sobs out heart-wrenching apologies, finally sharing his deepest insecurities; ‘you deserve so much more than me’.

then it’s punctuating each whispered reassurance with a kiss, because falling in love with ace is falling in love with his whole existence.

law

falling in love with law is linking pinkies while you walk down the street. he’s not a fan of PDA but he’s still finds your touch to be a calming presence.

it’s shared playlists filled with songs that remind you of one other. maybe they’ll like this?

falling in love with law is also trying not to shiver when he says your name. his calm, deep tone captivating you every time.

it’s long periods of sustained, comfortable silence; simultaneously doing everything and nothing together.

it’s also the physical inability to relax until you’re by his side. unless you’re in close proximity law cannot feel any semblance of peace.

falling in love with law is puppy dog eyes n pouty lips, and the realization that you are always going to get your way.

it’s stolen jerseys being dismissed because ‘they look better on you anyway.’

but falling in love with law is also kissing away the creases in his eyebrows (in the privacy of your bedroom). he tends to get inside his own head a lot; you’ve always said he was an over-thinker.

it’s whispered pleas of “don’t leave me like everyone else”, because while you may fall first, he certainly falls harder.

falling in love with law is warm, safe and silent.

[altsvu]

Hey lovely, me again! The smut promts with Nick Amaro,

32. Are you jealous & 41 call me that again

Please 🥰

wanted him back

pairing: nick amaro x fem!reader

wc: 898

summary: after stepping away from a sexual relationship with nick, you quickly realize that there were feelings attached from both ends. nick, being the jealous and overprotective type, wants more than what the two of you had.

cw: pining (?), smut (ish), jealousy

a/n: i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing this!! i kinda think i’m obsessed with a jealous nick amaro, he gives off an assertive personality!!! i also feel like it’s not really smutty as i wanted it to be but the prompts fit well!!i’m sincerely sorry about how long i took to do this 😔

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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All this time that you’ve worked with Nick, you never thought you’d end up hooking up with him, being in a sexual relationship with him, catching feelings for him, and ending things with him all while working together.

Crazy right?

The kicker of it all? You still had some lingering feelings for him. You couldn’t help it. He made you feel good the first time you hooked up with him, as well as the other times after that. And the relationship was actually going places beyond a sexual aspect but you don’t really know what happened. Maybe it was the stress of work, or maybe it was the stress of outside factors, but the two of you kind of fell off because of it.

Every time the SVU won a case, a celebratory drink at a bar was called for. However, you would always get a bit bold whenever you had some liquor in you. Nothing crazy, just chatting with guys that would be there when the night winded down. And you were a catch! You took care of yourself and were always put together and that made you beautiful, not only to you but to everyone else. But Nick seemed a bit jealous of that, as he tried to stop you every single time. Before the both of you hooked up, you just figured he was doing it for your protection, but after the fact, you realized it was because he wanted you all to himself.

Now, during this phase the two of you are in now, it had caught your attention that Nick is still being his overprotective self, if not worse.

A detective from Bronx SVU had stopped by the precinct to help with the case the squad was working on and he had stopped at your desk to chat. He was obviously into you but you didn’t entertain it, you just acted as you normally would when talking to guys. He stayed for a bit longer than expected and he even asked to walk him out.

When you walked back to your desk, you felt Nick’s eyes follow. He didn’t say anything when you initially sat down, so you continued doing your work and ignored him. You thought that maybe he didn’t have the energy to fix his mouth to say something about you and the detective but you were wrong.

“He was here for an awfully long time.”

“Nick, are you serious? I genuinely thought you would have kept quiet this one time.”

“It’s a genuine thought.”

“Right, to you.”

“You’ve talked to a lot of guys after we stopped, you know.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Oh wow, of course you’d ask me that.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Nick was about to retort something when Liv made her presence known in the bullpen.

“You two having issues?”

“No.” the two of you said collectively.

“Good. I don’t want to hear any more bickering, we have a rapist to catch.”

You smirked at Nick and continued your previous work. He was clearly in his feelings about not getting the last word.

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It was much later into the day and you were the only one left. You were actually at your locker getting ready to leave for the night when you heard someone.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Nick behind you.

“Nick, what are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

“I left something in my locker.”

Silence filled the locker room.

“I am jealous.”

“What?”

Nick came closer to you. “I’m answering your question. I am jealous. I can’t bear to see you talk to these other guys knowing how I still feel about you after all this time.”

You knew he was jealous but you never thought that there was still lingering feelings. A part of you wanted him back, but you just weren’t sure.

“Nick…”

He stepped even closer to you. “I didn’t want to end things. I still have a lot of feelings for you and I may not have portrayed that in the best way when we ended things.”

The last thing he said was “I’m sorry, Y/N.” There was a bit of comfortable silence after forgiving him. It took you a while to do so though, as you felt like this could have been avoided. Nick’s hands creeped to your waist, pulling you even closer. He kissed you and you kissed him back, and it felt like the best feeling ever. He ended up gripping your ass, something you never expected from him. At least not in the precinct.

The one kiss turned into a full blown makeout session, with hands going to intimate places and soft moans filling the locker room.

“Mi reina sexy.” Nick moaned into your neck. The biggest smile crept up on your face as you loved when Nick gave you nicknames, especially in Spanish. You made him stop in his tracks to look passionately into your eyes.

“Call me that again.” You whispered.

Nick picked you up off the floor, causing you to squeal a little. “Mi reina sexy. That’s exactly what you are to me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”

And with that, another makeout session was initiated, and the two of you spent the rest of the night together, rekindling a love that just so happened to never be lost.

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[sillygoose067]

A Masked Promise

Ch.5

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader

Dick Grayson stood in the training hall of Titan Tower, arms crossed, eyes scanning his team as they prepared for their next mission. The atmosphere was tense, the sounds of combat simulations in the background blending with the palpable sense of anticipation in the air. After weeks of training, the team was getting closer to working as a unit, but they still had miles to go.

“Alright, team,” Dick began, his voice calm but authoritative. “We’ve got a potential threat in the city. A group of tech-savvy criminals, armed with weaponry far beyond their means. We’ll need to hit them fast and hard, but also work together—no solo acts this time.”

Kory Anders, her eyes still blazing green from her earlier display of starbolts, floated up into the air, clearly ready. “I can take care of the firepower, but I don’t know how much my blasts will do against their tech.”

“Exactly why we need to work as a team,” Dick said, adjusting his utility belt. “Gar, you’ll be our recon. Get in, find their weak points, and relay the information. Connor, you’ll back up Kory. Make sure she doesn’t get pinned down while she’s dealing with their tech.”

Donna Troy, always poised, leaned forward, her brow furrowing slightly. “What about Rachel? She’s been working on those energy shields. She should be front and center with me.”

Dick nodded, giving a brief smile. “Good call, Donna. Rachel, you’ll be in the front, covering our flank with shields while we push forward. And Hank, Dawn, you’re with me on the ground. Keep an eye on the civilians, make sure we don’t cause any unnecessary damage.”

The team moved to their respective spots, preparing for the mission, but Dick’s mind wasn’t entirely on the task at hand. As he adjusted his Nightwing mask, his thoughts wandered briefly to someone else—you. You had been a constant presence in his life lately, offering help to Rachel when things got rough and pushing him to question some of the choices he’d made. He could still picture your quiet strength, the way your eyes shone when you spoke of hope, even in the darkest of times.

“Grayson, you alright?” Donna’s voice broke through his thoughts. She stood nearby, her arms crossed, a knowing smile on her face.

“Yeah, just… thinking,” Dick said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

“You’ve got that faraway look in your eyes,” Donna continued, her tone light but probing. “I know what that means.”

Before Dick could respond, Dawn Granger approached, her gaze soft but understanding. “You’ve been distracted a lot lately. Something on your mind?”

Dick sighed, glancing at the others as they prepared. “It’s just… everything. The mission, the team. But mostly… Y/n. She’s been on my mind a lot.”

Donna raised an eyebrow. “Y/n, huh? I didn’t take you for someone who’d let their feelings get so… tangled. What’s going on?”

Dick ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I don’t know. When I’m with her, it feels… right. But I’m Nightwing. She’s not part of this world, and I’m not sure how she would fit into all of this. But there’s this connection. I can’t shake it.”

Dawn gave him a sympathetic look. “You know, Dick, sometimes the things we push away are the things we need the most. Maybe it’s not about fitting her into your world, but figuring out how the two of you can fit together. You’ve always been about protecting people, right? Maybe it’s time you let someone in to protect you, too.”

Donna nodded, her expression softening. “You can’t be everything to everyone, Dick. You’re allowed to have a life outside of being Nightwing. You’ve been through a lot—alone. Don’t let that be your only story. Y/n seems like she’s worth the risk.”

Dick looked at his teammates, each one of them ready for what lay ahead, and for the first time in a long while, he felt conflicted. He had always believed that keeping his emotions at bay was the only way to protect those he cared about. But now, with the possibility of something more with you, it felt like he was standing on the edge of something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. “Maybe I need to figure this one out before it’s too late.”

Dawn placed a hand on his shoulder, offering a rare, understanding smile. “Whatever you decide, we’re here for you. Just remember that you’re not alone in this.”

Donna’s tone was lighter, teasing almost. “And if you decide to finally tell Y/n how you feel, don’t make it some grand, brooding speech. Trust me, she’ll appreciate the honesty more than the drama.”

Dick chuckled despite himself. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The team had gathered, ready to go. As Dick moved to lead them out, he took one last moment to steady himself, the weight of the upcoming mission and the complexities of his emotions pressing down on him. But for the first time, it felt like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to do everything on his own.

As they headed out, he couldn’t help but think of you again, wondering what the future might hold if he allowed himself to take that leap. The mission would come first, but after that, perhaps it was time to figure out the possibility of something more.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can we please get a scenario to how the main three proxies (Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, and Toby) act if they have an anxiety or panic attack? I just want to see your thought on them, because I’ve noticed many people act entirely different, and I find it interesting.

I didn't include Masky/Hoodie specifically because I really don't think either of them have panic attacks, but the other three are here. Sometimes I include the two of them in these sorts of things but they don't fit here for me.

Also, I included if they do or don't have a s/o in this as well. One of the boys ended up being a lot like me in terms of symptoms and only I know which one.

Tim:

Tim doesn't often get panic attacks, I think honestly in the mansion he gets them the least amount of anyone. I think Tim can mostly fly under the radar with his panic attacks unless it's a really bad one. He'll get sweaty, shaky hands, tremble a bit, but he can usually get control over himself and he'll just excuse himself to the bathroom for a moment so he can catch his breath and shake off whatever's got him so panicked. However, if it's a much larger panic attack, things are different for Tim. Usually, these panic attacks occur because of stress from their job, or because of Tim having to deal with Masky being inside of him. Tim gets hit pretty hard; sense of doom, chest pain, dizziness, nausea, detachment, shortness of breath, and shaking. 

Tim gets incredibly scared during these times, as though he's fully shutting down, and he tends to try to run away and hide from people, sometimes collapsing where he is on the way to do so. If he has you, you're the person he immediately tries to find in times like this, all but crumbling into your arms, into his safety net. He calms down much easier in your presence, clinging onto you in ways only you've seen, apologizing and crying, weeping because he feels so guilty in his anxiety for letting his fears get to him, and only your calming words and gentle touch are able to relax him. If he doesn't have you, he tries with all his might to get to his bedroom, to be alone. He'll stay in there, isolated from everyone else as he spends what could be minutes or hours trying to calm himself down, as not even Brian is allowed to see him like this. 

Brian:

Brian I think is second after Tim in terms of least likely to have a panic attack, as I think Brian tends to be good at managing his stress and anxiety, but I think his anxiety actually gets to him more often than it does Tim. I think Brian's panic attacks tend to escalate to the same level each time because when he realizes he's going to have one it causes his fear and anxiety to greatly spiral. It starts with hot flashes for Brian, sweatiness, and headaches. After that, he starts to realize what's happening, and he starts to get shaky and his voice starts to tremble, and he'll try and excuse himself from whatever he's doing. If he has you, he'll have you try and help him upstairs so he doesn't have to be alone because he hates being alone during a panic attack. 

He'll curl into you, hugging you and trying to do breathing exercises with you to calm down before the brunt of it hits him. He'll start to get nauseous, choking on his breath and swaying back and forth in dizziness, so he often likes to lay down beside you. He often breaks down in tears, clinging to you because he feels terrified that something is really wrong with him, and he gets an impending feeling that he's going to die, that he's going to disappear. His panic attacks are very scary for him. If he doesn't have you, he'll go through a similar process with Tim or Slender, one of them being the one to keep him company, although Brian will instead be laying down under a blanket, curled up and hugging a pillow as he tries to calm himself while they comforting rub his back and assure him he'll be okay, that he can get through this, but it usually takes him about an hour to get through one.

Toby:

Toby, on the other hand, has panic attacks on a very regular basis because of his trauma and the very high level of stress and anxiety that I think he feels on a very regular basis. I'd say Toby has a panic attack at least once or twice a week, but some weeks he could be having them every other day when he's going through a very rough patch, although Toby's panic attacks can tend to vary on how they show up for him. Sometimes he feels physically sick, he'll have nausea, and dizziness, and have an extremely rapidly pounding heart rate, with sweat coating his body, breaking down in tears, and unable to stop crying. Sometimes he has an extreme sense of fear, with the impending doom that he's going to lose control of his life, that his dad will come back and take him away, that he's going to die, that he's going to lose control of his life, and he'll start shaking incredibly bad, almost unable to walk, unable to breathe properly and dizziness overtaking him as he finds himself nearly paralyzed and unable to move. 

Sometimes he finds himself growing silent, unable to communicate, his vision blurry, his mind in a sense of detachment so strong he can't even tell he's conscious anymore, his body swaying back and forth, his breathing slowed and shallow, a numb sense of fear humming inside of him. If he has you by his side during any of these, he tends to cling to you, silently asking you not to leave him alone. He won't be talkative at all, in fact, other than his iron grip on you he might seem as though he's avoidant and doesn't want you there, but he's just lost in the confusion of it and unable to communicate what he wants. He just knows that he trusts you, and he wants you to remain by his side so he can have a glimpse of feeling safe. If he doesn't have you, he tends to isolate himself and go through them alone, although sometimes he might prefer to have Slender by his side, comforting him and just being around him so he can know he's not alone or in danger anymore.

[cinnamokittykat]

Roomates! Soap x Ghost x Konig 🤭🤭???

Oh boy

Like, all of them as roommates for each other? Or with the reader? I'll try and write both but just a disclaimer, I'm not great at MLM content for various reasons lol, if that's what you were looking for :/ So, disclaimer, I'm not poly either so please forgive my mistakes here.

Room mates w/o reader:

- The first thing that comes to mind for me is that the grocery bill would be insane. 3 big, buff men living in an apartment, or more likely a house together.

- Also in my experience guys don't tend to shop very well for themselves so the fridge would be a bachelor situation.

- I do think that Soap would be the one to keep the food situation in check the most? He would at least try to make the groceries balanced

- If this isn't gay polyamory, then I feel like König would get yelled at once or twice for walking around naked

- IF IT IS GAY POLYAMORY‼️‼️‼️ then they most definitely like to walk around shirtless.

- Ghost and Soap cuddle each other on the regular :3

-They all cuddle, they had to get custom big furniture to fit them all together comfortably.

-Soap cooks for his boyfriends the most. Ghost burns things every time somehow.

-They have a tiny little black cat who loves all of them dearly. Koenig sat on a black shirt once, but everyone else thought it was her and he almost got kicked out of the giant bed that night.

-Thankfully she walked in the room right after. She was profusely cuddled. She is also just generally a very spoiled cat since no one really wants children.

Room mates x Fem! Reader

- The boys all had different reactions to you moving in. Soap was excited, he was all for having a new friend, and a cute girl like you around the house

- Ghost, on the other hand, wasn't that for it. A strange girl moving in with 3 strange men? Is she insane?

- König was in the middle. As nice as having a female roommate sounded, he also felt as if it was a less then smart decision on your part.

- It doesn't take long for them to all come around to your presence.

- As the weeks go on, they catch themselves sneaking glimpses at you while in the house

- Sometimes when the stars align them and it's just you and one of them home alone, you often find yourself cuddled up to Ghost or König on the couch more often then not. Soap has already been openly flirting with you at this point, so he does more overt things like taking you out or making food for you.

- As time passes by, you find yourself being taken out to more fancy places, you start receiving nice gifts, all thanks to their lavish mercenary salaries. Eventually, it all comes to a head and you come home one day to them sitting in the living room together.

- "We need to talk." says Ghost. You sit down nervously in an armchair. Johnny clears his throat. "It seems like I'm not the only one who's been treating you, lass." König stares silently with his arms crossed.

- "I wasn't aware it was anything serious..." you stutter out. "Oh, it doesn't have to be, we'll help you move out and everyone can forget each other." Koenig replies. "Wouldn't want to make you choose, you can't date all of us."

-Your heart ached upon hearing that statement. You came to love all 3 of them over the course of living there, but he was right. "Well hold on there, who says she can't?" said Johnny. "You haven't even asked her yet!"

-The men turn to look at you again. "Well, lass?"

-"I... I suppose we could give it a try. If you all are good with it."