#yay i finished this way earlier than i thought i would

[nadvs]

cam girl (part eleven)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning alcohol use

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe has never had a hangover this bad. The sharp ache hammering against his temples is relentless.

He feels absolutely fucking finished. Last night, he passed out on whoever hosted the party’s floor, so not only is his head a mess, but his back is sore as fuck.

And the black eye doesn’t feel so good, either.

Even after last night’s aggravating argument with you and the embarrassing drunk texts he sent and this residual hangover from hell, when Rafe gets home in the late morning and finds you curled up in his bed, he feels better.

His head always does this when he’s around you. It’s like the whole world is nothing but fucking noise but with you, the loud turns quiet.

He still doesn’t know how you do that.

Rafe peels his clothes off, takes a hot shower, brushes his teeth and puts on new boxers… and he comes back to see you still passed out on his bed.

You must be exhausted. He feels the usual warm and incomprehensible buzz in his chest when he looks at you, even though he’s mad at you.

Rafe settles in his bed half-naked, slow not to wake you.

He’s half-asleep, fighting the ridiculous urge to turn around and hold you, when he feels you finally shift behind him. He turns to look at you and hates how his first thought is that you look pretty. He’s supposed to be pissed off at you.

He has no idea what the fuck happened last night. Why you made him feel like you’re sick of him all of a sudden.

“Crap,” you whisper as you sit up, realizing where you are and dropping eye contact with him immediately.

“Thought you needed a break from me,” Rafe mutters. “Why are you in my bed?”

He didn’t intend for his words to come out so sharp.

“I didn’t… mean to fall asleep.” You don’t even look at him. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

You’re about to get out of his bed and Rafe is powerless to his impulses like he always is around you. His hand circles your wrist, pulling you back.

You drop to sit on the edge of the bed and he can tell you’re annoyed by the way you look up at the ceiling and sigh. He remains on his back, the pain radiating through him keeping him from sitting up.

“I have work to do,” you say, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Did we go too long last night?” Rafe asks, needing to know why you’re so cold, why you’re done with him all of a sudden. “Is that why you’re being like this? That shit was your fucking idea.”

That stupid toy you got was what kept him from cumming for so damn long. He was fucking you for ages. Maybe it was much for you. He can’t think of what else could have compelled you to say you want a break.

“I’m obviously tired, Rafe,” you breathe. “In every possible way. Just let me…”

Your words fade into nothing once you look at him. He sees the same concerned expression you wore when you towelled the raindrops off of his face last night.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice soft.

He knows how rough he looks; he saw himself in the mirror this morning. His right eye is covered with an ugly purple splotch that spreads down to his cheekbone. Evidence of the fight he got into last night. He doesn’t want to think about it.

So, he resorts to what he does best and tries to suffocate the feeling with sex.

“You wanna make me feel better?” he asks suggestively, cocking his head. He hopes he has the effect on you that he usually does.

You’re motionless, your eyes still hard on his face. Okay. Now he’s fucking desperate.

“Please?”

Did he really just say that?

The corner of your lips curl up into a small smile. He’s embarrassed, but thank fuck you don’t look angry anymore.

“Are you… begging me?” you ask. Your voice is back to that playful tone he’s used to.

His hand is still curled around your wrist, tense that you’ll try to leave again.

“Come here,” he says.

“How bad do you want me?” you tease. He loathes when you fuck with him like this. But why does he kind of like it, too?

He only says your name in warning, even though he knows he doesn’t have the power here.

It’s so goddamn frustrating. He’s used to you doing what he wants. But after last night, after you mentioned a break, he realized he needs to feel needed by you. You’re the one actually in control here.

“I’m all you think about, right?” you goad him. “According to your text?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. It’s humiliating how he typed out everything he was feeling last night.

“I was drunk,” he says defensively. Your smile drops and you start to twist your wrist out of his grip. Shit. Wrong thing to say. “But, yeah,” he adds. “You are.”

“You’re only saying that to get laid,” you murmur.

“I’m not,” he admits. He takes a breath. “All I do is… wait until the next time I can see you.”

Rafe’s not looking at you as he stammers his way through his words.

“That’s what you meant last night?” you ask him. He thinks back to the way he had you bent over the table, stupidly saying he’s the one who always has to wait.

He needs to fuck. Now. He can’t take this feelings shit.

Once he finally meets your eyes again, he’s relieved to see that your stare has softened. You turn to move towards him and his muscles immediately lose their tension.

You straddle him and the way your thighs box him in like this feels so fucking good that he forgets he’s hungover.

You start to grind against him and the thrilling promise of satisfaction washes over him, his boxers getting tighter as he gets harder.

“Does this help?” you whisper. He watches you through low lids, his hands on your thighs.

“Yeah, like that,” he groans. “Good girl.”

He slides his hands up to grip your waist and beckons you to lean over so he can kiss you, but you stiffen and reject the advance. Whatever. You must still be kind of pissed off, but he’s not about to stop what’s happening.

You sit up straighter and pull your dress up over your body, tossing it on the floor.

Rafe’s eyes hungrily trail down your body. Every time he sees your body or even just thinks about it, arousal burns through him.

He hates the feeling of you getting off of him, but once he realizes you’re taking off your panties and straddling him to fuck him in reverse cowgirl, his head feels like it’s spinning.

The sight of your bare ass perched on his pelvis is mind-blowing. He feels you pull down his boxers just enough to take his cock out, your hand running up and down his length.

You stroke him to get him fully erect, which barely takes any time. He gets hard for you in seconds.

When you lower onto him, he exhales in pure elation. You’re so wet and tight and soft and the moan you let out when you fill yourself with him is so fucking pretty.

You finally put all your weight on his hips, your hands stabilizing yourself on his knees. It’s heaven the way you squeeze him so damn tight.

You start to rock on him and his eyes drink in the way his cock is burying into you, the way your pussy looks stretched out like this.

Rafe looks over at the mirror mounted on his closet door to watch you arch your back and start to bounce on him. He doesn’t know which vantage point is hotter.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Look how fucking good you look.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, your lips puckered as you hold back your moans. That look is for him only. He can’t stand the thought of you doing it for another man.

He watches you put your hand on your clit, touching yourself while you ride him. There’s something so fucking hot to him about how you know your body and how you shamelessly chase your own pleasure.

Rafe looks forward again, taking in the way your ass is bouncing on him, the way your back is curved, the way your cunt is clinging to his cock with every recoil.

He feels himself getting to the edge. He shuts his eyes in an attempt to delay it so you’ll get there first. Cumming will remind you of how good this arrangement between you is and you’ll forget this stupid ‘take a break’ idea.

You start to writhe even faster and breathe even quicker. He knows he’ll finish before you at this rate, so he buries his fingertips into your hips and holds you down to stop you from moving anymore.

“Why?” you whine, needy.

“Sit on my face,” he orders.

You lift your hips off of him, his cock popping out of you, glossed with your wetness. You obey and shift back on your knees.

You lower your core onto his mouth. Rafe fucking loves the way you taste. He puts his lips on you, rolling his tongue out over your velvet folds.

When he feels your hot mouth wrap around his cock, he exhales sharply. He sucks and licks you as he revels in the feeling of your tongue flicking up and down his length.

The way you’re pleasing each other at the same time makes his stomach tighten with something he’s still not used to. His body hasn’t ever reacted like this during sex, but it keeps doing this lately with you.

Rafe shoves away the thought.

He hooks his arm around you, dipping two fingers inside and curling them as he eats you out, eager to get you to cum.

Your breath is shaky, your hole tightening around his fingers. The way you looked at him when you told him you needed a break last night flashes through his mind again, pissing him off all over again.

“Nobody else can make you feel like this, hmm?” he mutters, his lips wet from you.

“Rafe…” Your voice is thin.

“Answer me.”

“No,” you tell him.

“And you want a break?” he huffs. “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?”

You’re silent, your mouth sliding up and down his cock, palming him. Frustration rises in him when you don’t answer. He needs the control. He needs to know how badly you want him.

“Do I?” he asks angrily, fingers slipping out of you to slap your ass. Your back arches at the impact, bucking up off of his face. “Do you need to watch me fuck you to get it through your head?”

Rafe pushes through the stiffness of his hangover to press against the backs of your thighs, forcing you to sit up.

“Get on your knees,” he says. “In front of the mirror.”

You groan out of irritation, but you listen to his instructions like the good girl he knows you are.

His eyes remain locked on you as you get up off of him and settle on all fours in front of the mirror on the floor, looking back at him with those beautiful eyes.

Rafe guides himself into you, finding bliss all over again. He lustfully looks at your reflection and sees the necklace he gave you hanging on your neck. It starts to swing as he thrusts into you, a reminder of how you belong to him.

Every plunge into you is fucking perfect. You squeeze his cock so nicely.

When you tighten around him, your breath hitched, he has no chance of stopping himself anymore - he cums at the same time as you, his moan tangling with yours.

Rafe can see stars as you tremble beneath him. He feels you take in everything he has to offer.

“Damn,” he says gruffly. He can’t stop himself from teasing you. “Sleeping and fucking on the clock. You’re looking to get fired.”

You let out a weak laugh and pull away from him. You stand to pick your uniform up off the floor, giving him another view of your hot, quivering body.

“Tell on me, then,” you challenge. You walk to his ensuite, shutting the door behind you. He’s sure that you know he’d never risk letting you get fired and losing this access to you.

Rafe’s heart is racing. How does every time he has sex with you feel better than the last?

He gets back into bed and pulls his cool comforter over his bare body, coming down from the high. He’s needs to figure out why the hell you’re retreating from him. And he’s determined to show you why you shouldn’t.

But with the hangover and lack of rest, Rafe falls asleep before you step back out into his room.

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You couldn’t let Rafe kiss you. You’ll allow that sort of tenderness if, and only if, you’re more than a sex toy to him, and all signs point to that possibility being a big, ugly no.

When you step back into his bedroom to see that he fell asleep, you take a second, just a second, to look at him.

His lips are slightly pursed, his hair a tousled mess. The bruise on his swollen eye looks painful. You wish you knew what happened. You figure you’ll ask him tonight when he inevitably comes over.

As you make your way to the kitchen, the rush from the sex you just had starts to dissipate and you realize you shouldn’t have done it. You have heavy, unavoidable feelings for Rafe. You said you needed a break. Giving into the temptation was stupid.

But the way he was looking at you, holding your wrist… You couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull you seem to have for each other.

The self-destructive hope flares up as you think about what he said today. It rattled you. He thinks about you? He’s always waiting to see you again? It can’t all be sexual, can it?

You’re desperate to know what’s going through his mind.

You begrudgingly accept that because of the time you spent sleeping and having sex with Rafe, you’ll need to stay late to complete all your tasks today.

After finishing up your work in the kitchen an hour later, you head out to the backyard to throw out a few bags.

You give a polite smile to the gardener, who’s standing by the gazebo. Your mind flashes back to what happened when Rafe caught you talking to him.

Rafe’s possessiveness couldn’t possibly be purely sexual. Not after the way he looked at you once you reassured him he was the only man who could touch you.

You drop the bags in the bin and turn to head back inside, but get stopped in your tracks.

“You should be careful.”

You look up to realize the gardener is speaking to you. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” you ask.

“I overheard him talking about you.“

“Sorry?” you repeat.

“The son. I heard him.” Anxiety fills your veins. He wouldn’t know Rafe’s name - he’s just the son of the millionaire you’re all working for.

He heard Rafe say something about you? You decide to play dumb. You have to. You could lose your job.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“He was with his friends out on the balcony a few days ago,” he says. “I was working and I heard him say that he’s… uh, nailing a maid.”

The word seems to make him uncomfortable. You’re so used to Rafe’s vulgarity that you forgot some people blush at a crude word.

Honestly, you expected Rafe to brag to his friends about fucking you. But you didn’t expect a coworker to hear.

You remember watching him through the window that day. Sending him that explicit video. Slowly developing feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t.

“What, and you think it’s me?” you say with a laugh. Maybe there’s a chance you can convince him that Rafe was lying or that the conversation wasn’t about you.

“People have been talking… Apparently you got caught in the laundry room?” he says.

Shit. All that other maid saw was Rafe in the same room as you. That was it. You didn’t expect to make friends at this job, but this is ridiculous. Do they have nothing better to do but gossip?

You’ve been found out.

“Please don’t… say anything,” you finally say quietly. “I can’t lose this job.”

“I won’t. And I’m not judging,” he says, but he definitely is. You can see it in his expression. “Just wanted to tell you that I heard some… bad stuff.”

“What?” You cross your arms, feigning confidence.

“He told his friends that you’ll do anything he wants you to,” he says. “And that you never say no.”

“Okay,” you say. You’re trying to keep your gaze steady. This is humiliating. But it’s all true and not a surprise. You didn’t expect any better from Rafe.

“And one of them said something like… that’s the type of… um…” He looks nervous again.

“Just say it.”

“The type of… slut you run through then drop when she gets boring.”

This is what finally breaks you. You only nod, trying to seem unaffected.

“What did he say to that?” you ask. You hate that you have a little bit of hope that Rafe would defend you, show a shred of respect for you.

“They all just laughed.”

Your heart sinks.

Of course that’s what Rafe thinks of you. Of course to him, you’re just a whore that he’ll get tired of eventually. You shouldn’t have ever given him the power to disappoint you.

For fuck’s sake, you asked him point blank over text last night if all he wants to do is fuck and he replied with a clear YES.

“Okay,” you say, turning away before he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry. Thought you’d want to know,” he says to your back. “These rich guys are all assholes.”

“Yup,” you reply, walking away.

You don’t even give a fuck about your job anymore. It’d be better if you lost it so you don’t have to see Rafe ever again.

This is fucking agony. You feel so dehumanized.

When you make it home that evening, two hours later than usual, you type a text you mentally drafted on your drive home.

You open the conversation with one of your close friends from college and text her: hey, are there any parties tonight?

Getting drunk and partying is not a healthy way to cope, you know that, but you desperately need to get your mind off of things. Thankfully, your friend responds quickly about a party at a frat house on campus.

After you get ready, you take a cab to the address your friend sent you. It doesn’t take you long to find her and start downing shots.

Your phone buzzes, right on cue. It’s 10 pm, after all. He’s waiting for you on that depraved website where it all began. The text is blurry through your tipsy eyes.

Rafe: where are you?

You finally send him the message you’ve been toiling over, anger and disgust and embarrassment and sadness heavy on your chest.

You: i’m done. this is over. i’m not even a fucking person to you am i

{ read part twelve here }

[meow-xine]

Ohhh I am so obsessed with him 😫

Shota Aizawa x Fem reader

Cw: smut, some plot… oral (F! receiving)

Background: Aizawa is your husband but you haven’t seen him in WEEKS due to him being caught up in work.

Shota has just been so busy as of late. Truth be told, with the two of you sharing so many aspectual responsibilities – many stemming from Shota’s job, you had felt a strain on your relationship. Shota rarely had time for you anymore, him spending more time now than ever at work, trying to make sense of villain attacks and dorms. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, the only interaction being a text or a late night call. Of course you kept yourself busy, going to work during the day then occupying yourself with small things around the house; cleaning, crafts. No matter how much you distracted yourself though, there was no way to stop the yearning for your husband. You knew it was necessary, and you would in no way ever try to stop him from doing what he needed to, but you just wish he could take one day off. Life just hadn’t been the same.

“I just miss you so much.” you sobbed into the phone resting next to you, laying down curled over a pillow. This had become a sort of routine, Shota calling you up later than he should, knowing that you would be awake and expecting to hear from him. “I know, I miss you too. It’s.. it’s just been so complicated trying to balance everything. Know that if I could come home to you I would.” He sighed. It wasn’t much easier on him, and you knew that. You often found yourself getting off the phone feeling more guilty than anything. He had a lot on his plate, and you were sure your complaining wasn’t of much help. There was just something about the late night that seeped into your words, taking control and slurring your speech. You weren’t used to staying up so late.

“I’m sorry baby.. I just don’t feel good without you here. It’s too quiet and dull.” you continued your earlier recurring thought. Silence interrupted by your small hiccups filled the air. It was stagnant and dense, but not uncomfortable. “You know it breaks my heart to hear you like that honey.” He interrupted the silence, followed by a sigh. “I’ll do what I can to see you as soon as possible.” he continued. “You promise?” “I promise. Now get some sleep love, it’s late.” And with that you hung up and fell asleep, remaining in the same curled position. 

That was two weeks ago, and since then you had been carefully watching the news reports and attacks against both Shota and his students. It was scary stuff and you constantly had to remind yourself that he would be okay– that they would all be okay. Even with reminders though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and out of control, sometimes forgetting to breathe until Shota got a break on TV. You followed up with texts and phone calls afterwards too, needing more than just a digital image showing he was safe. 

Finally, amongst the sea of phone calls you had gotten, it was your husband.

“[Name]? Baby?” it was Shota, he sounded happier than he had in a while and you swore you could feel his smile through the phone. “Hi Sho, I’m here. How are things going?” you smiled too, not being able to contain yourself after hearing him. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Things are going good, especially today. I rarely ever take time off work so it was pointed out that I am long overdue for some PTO.” “Oh yay! Do you know when exactly you might be getting some days?” You stood up from the couch you were sitting on in your shared home. “Well…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me one moment, someone’s at the door..” He chuckled, “Sure.”

You made your way to the door making sure to hold your phone to your chest before answering. Upon opening the door, the phone in your hand was long forgotten, falling to the floor. It was Shota on the other side, lazily holding his phone to his ear. He hung up and opened his arms, allowing you to run into them.

“You’re here! Oh I’ve missed you so much.. I wish you would have told me you were coming ,I would have worn something nicer.” You rambled feeling embarrassed for just wearing one of his shirts and PJ shorts. Not leaving enough time for you to finish a thought, Shota wrapped his arms around you, one snaking around your waist and the other rubbing your back. “Hi baby..” 

You released yourself from his embrace, taking a moment to look at his face and notice the small differences. He looked tired and weary, no thanks to the battles he had endured. Despite everything, it was still your Shota standing in front of you. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you could think you were all over them. You pulled back, apologizing, “Oh! Sorry,” you knelt down to pick up some of his bags, “let’s let you get settled in first.” 

The two of you carried his bags to your bedroom, placing them on the floor. Before Shota made an effort to unpack, he walked over to you and brought you in for another hug, this one tighter than the last. One of his hands was wrapped warmly against your head, bringing you closer to his chest. You inhaled, making a mental note to lock his sweet musk scent away for when he inevitably had to leave again. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea.” he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly. 

You loosely pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek and his hands still lingering low around your waist. “I missed you too Sho. It felt impossible without you here. I’m just so happy you’re okay.” He smiled down at you and planted a small kiss on your lips. He deepened the kiss, disentangling your entire being yet somehow making you feel more full than you ever had all at once. His hand was now placed against the nape of your neck, all the while slowly backing you up into the nearest wall. 

Once you felt your back touch the wall you couldn’t help but break free of the kiss and gasp, being too entranced to notice the position you were in until now. Shota wasted no time in returning to the kiss, using the hand on your neck to bring you closer to him. The two of you melted into the kiss, a mix of small groans and whines left Shota’s mouth as he lost himself in you. He broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at you beneath his frame before speaking, “Baby I need you right now..” he groaned, searching for approval in your eyes. You displayed agreement through a nod and took a step forward. Shota, before beginning to take off your clothes, gently let his hands run across your body longer than he needed to. It had been so long since he had been able to feel your skin underneath him, he wanted to savor it. 

He took off your shirt, admiring what was underneath as he lifted it above your head. Once he discarded it to the side, he worked on removing your bra. You were now completely bare from the waist up and your dark haired husband couldn’t help but stare. “Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his earlier kisses down to the side of your neck, bending his knees as he moved down to kiss your exposed breasts, one hand massaging the other as he worked. You let out soft moans, the pleasure slowly surging through you. It was more intense than usual, it had felt like eons since you had been touched by him, yet it seemed he still knew exactly how to please you. 

‘C’mere baby,” he led you to your shared bed, sitting you on the edge. You were almost laying down, your elbows propped up stopping you from doing so. Shota got down to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands on either side of your thighs and he slid your shorts off, your panties being the only remaining article. Upon seeing your wetness seeping through the cloth, Shota chuckled  “Awh baby, you’re soaked.” He looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. “Let me touch you, please love.” It took you a moment to fully process and respond to him, you were far too distracted by the sight of your usually dominant husband kneeling before you, so undone. “Yes-yeah, of course you can.” you responded after far too long of a pause. 

He returned one of his hands to its earlier position, slid against your thigh only now massaging you slowly. His other hand moved up slowly to your clothed pussy and you gasped when you felt him touch you. He used his hands to spread your legs open and teased small traces along your inner thighs, moving his face closer. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his breath close in. He planted a trail of the most gentle kisses up your thighs, pausing once he got just close enough to make you antsy. You whimpered, “please Sho..need you..”

“You know I can’t say no when you ask like that.” he smirked, then slid your panties off, gliding a finger down your slit. He inched his face closer, attaching his mouth to your clit after a few small licks. The wave of pleasure crashed down on you all at once, “Oh Sho…” you moved your hands to grab his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Once his gentle demeanor faded, he was devouring you like a madman, groaning and mumbling into your arousal. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this..” he lazily groused, slipping two fingers into you. He curled them up into you, the sheer amount of unfamiliar pleasure was almost overstimulating.

Your grip on his hair tightened, indicating he must have been doing something right. He paused to look up at you, “Yeah? You like that? ‘Course you do..” he trailed off, his mouth finding you again. Your nerves heated your entire body, that combined with the growing knot in your belly was enough to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips, now riding his fingers more than anything. He pulled his face up to look at you again. “Oh baby you look so pretty coming undone f’me right now.” his fingers sped up reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “So pretty.”

“I’m- fuck.. M’ so close Sho..” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Rolling your hips at the same speed his fingers were fucking you, you couldn’t help but toss your head back in satisfaction, your release smashing against you. “That’s it baby.. good girl..” Shota spoke, his fingers never once slowing until you were worn out. You whined due to the absence that filled you as he removed his digits. 

He stood up, looming over your relaxed frame. He knelt down to kiss your forehead, grabbing one of your hands to help you sit upright. “You did so good baby.. So good.” He sat next to you, stroking your hair. “Oh I love you Shota, so much.” you whined into him. ”I love you too [Name].” He smiled, honestly not wanting to get up. “Now let's get you cleaned up, it’s late.”

“What about you though? I feel bad not returning anything..” You said, feeling a mix of pleasure and guilt all in one go. “Don’t worry about me, we have plenty of time.” Shota responded. He walked to the bathroom, starting a hot bath with a mix of calming oils; then returned to you and brought you to the tub.

The two of you were slipped in you got comfortable in the middle of his legs, your back resting against his chest. “I love you Shota.” you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed enough to go to sleep right in the tub.

He wrapped his arms around your torso. “I love you too, [Name].”

[starringthesturniolos]

baby it's cold outside - chris sturniolo

summary: you are forced to share the air mattress with your long time enemy, chris, on a camping trip.

"Since you two wanted to argue the whole way up, you guys get to share a tent together. Yay!!", Matt says while jumping up and down in fake excitement.

On the way to the camp site, Chris and I did argue a lot. But in my defense, the idiot kept pushing my buttons! He kept turning my least favorite songs on and blasting them at full volume so I couldn't sleep. When we stopped at 7/11 he grabbed the last of my favorite drink and gulped it down in front of me. When we finally arrived, he dumped all my heavy bags on the ground and laughed at me struggling to pick them up. It was like he was asking to get yelled at, or like he wanted me to be mad at him.

"No, Matt please!" I grab onto his arm desperately. "I'm sorry but please don't make me stay with him!"

Matt rolls his eyes at me and folds his arms over his chest. "Would you rather sleep outside then?" I scoff and shoot a glare towards Chris who isn't standing too far behind Matt. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Sleep outside then. That's fine by me, princess." Chris sneers responding to my comment while turning his back on me to set up his tent. I take three deep breathes and close my eyes. I am not going to let this idiot keep getting under my skin. I stomp away from Matt and Chris over to the log Nick was sitting on and he laughs at me.

"Well hello, Mrs. Grumpy"

"Oh shut up" you sigh.

I plop my bag down on the floor, my chest heaving from hauling ass. I had to carry my heavy bags all the way from where Chris dropped them earlier today to the tent. He was laying all comfortable in his set up of blankets and the sight alone pissed me off.

"Thought you were sleeping outside tonight. Is it because you're scared of the animals, princess?" he sneers out the nickname like I'm more of an ogre than a princess. Why is he always so fucking annoying.

"Leave me alone, and I leave you alone. I'm going to bed. I'm tired and I'm not here for the bullshit." I say as I reach into my bag for my sleeping bag. My sleeping bag. Holy shit.

"Shit, shit, shit" you dump out your bag and see no sleeping bag in sight. Its cold out and the thought of sleeping without any covering made a shiver crawl down your spine.

"What is it now??" Chris sits up and turns the flashlight on in an exasperated manner. You sigh deeply. "It's nothing, go to bed Chris." He shrugs and lies down again, turning his back to me. I didn't need to give him another reason to tease me tonight. I flop on the ground on the opposite side of the tent from him and curl up into a ball. I can feel myself shivering but I try to ignore it.

Thinking back on when I first met the triplets in 3rd grade, I remember how cute I thought Chris was. I met Nick and Matt on the bus ride home from school one day when Chris was sick. The next day, me, Matt, and Nick were playing tag at recess when Chris walked out with a doctors note in hand. He walked over to his brothers and my heart skipped a beat. Immediately, Nick and Matt went to introduce me. "Chris! This is-" before Nick could even finish his sentence, Chris was already talking. "Well, isn't she a looker" he chuckles sarcastically while looking down at me, clearly judging me. I also looked down at my two loose braids and hand me down clothes and sigh. "Am I really that ugly" I thought to myself. I knew I probably shouldn't have let a boy that I hardly knew opinion get to me, but the tears came nonetheless." I wanted him to like me" you thought to yourself, wallowing in self pity. I was cut out of my trance when Chris started to laugh sporadically. "What? What is it?" I mutter looking at Chris and then too Matt and Nick who look embarrassed by their brothers rude antics. "Nothing, nothing. Its just... You're even uglier when you cry!" he starts laughing even harder. I felt myself start to shake from embarrassment and anger. Who did he think he was. "Your mean!" I stomped my foot which only made him laugh harder. I couldn't take anymore harassment in one day, and turned on my heel and ran away with Nick and Matt right on my heels.

After all these years he still hasn't changed. "Y/N, HELLO!!" Chris yells bringing me back to the present. "What?".

"Where the fuck is your sleeping bag?" he asks. I sit up from where I was laying to face him. He was now laying down with his body faced in my direction.

"Oh my God, clearly not here or I'd be using it, dumbass." I roll my eyes and go to lay back down.

"Lose the attitude and come stay in the bed with me" he mutters before I can return to my balled up position. My mouth flys open. Since when did he care if I was cold or not. "Wait, what?" I say in shock.

"Get the fuck up and come here. Nick and Matt will punch me in the throat if you catch a cold." he says nonchalantly as if it's normal for people that hate each other to share a bed. I roll my eyes again. I'm not sharing a bed with an asshole, even if it causes me to freeze to death. "No thanks" I scoff, preparing to lay back down again.

He sighs exasperated and moves from his comfortable position in his blankets. He stands up and starts walking towards me. I feel my throat start to tense up. "What are you doing?" fear creeping into my tone. Once he reaches me, he grips underneath my thighs with one hand and tries to support my back with the other. Desperately, I try to wiggle out of his grasp but too no avail. I am in his arms in no time. It takes everything in me to not sink into his warm chest. I didn't realize how cold I was until this exact moment. Suddenly I start to panic again when he starts to walk because I have no idea where he's taking me. Then I think of the worst. "Are you seriously gonna throw me out the tent. Come on Chris, do you really hate me that much??"

He stops moving entirely and he looks down at me. God the way he looks looking down at me is enough to be in any girls dream. Too bad he's just a big dickhead. "You weren't listening to me. So now I'm forcing you to stay with me on the air mattress." he pauses before continuing, almost like he doesn't want to say what he's going to say next. He sighs and continues on, "You were shivering really bad while you were in La La land. I didn't want you too freeze anymore." He had a glimmer of concern in eyes when he said it and that's all it takes for me to believe him. I hate the way my cheeks warm up from the honest confession. It meant he cared, and it shouldn't matter to me but it does.

He starts to walk again, seeing I had no response and plops me down on the mattress. He flops down right beside me, and even though it's warmer with the blankets, it's not enough. Another shiver racks through me. "Y/n??" Chris doesn't even try to hide the concern in his voice. "Do you need me closer? Will that help?" he looks at me waiting for my call. The thought of Chris getting close to me is enough to make my head spin. And as much as I wish being in Chris' arms would repeal me, it doesn't. Instead I feel my heart skip a beat like they did all those years ago. Get it together Y/n.

"Yes" I whisper. Chris doesn't need to be told twice and he pulls me impossibly close to his body. He grabs my thigh and puts it around his waist and then pulls my head into his chest. All I can sense is him. Instead of it annoying me, I lean into his scent and his warmth. In my heart I know that even if it was the hottest night of all time, I'd still enjoy being wrapped in him like this. And I hated myself for it. I melt into his arms and feel myself getting lulled to sleep. Just as I'm about to fall asleep I feel his lips graze my hair. " I could never hate you, angel, not in a million years. I'm sorry". And with those words, I fall asleep in his arms.

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Off Day

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 2.6k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! angst, creepy!stalker-ish!classmate, harassment, some fluff at the end

ʚ ri speaks: okay so i literally just dropped part one and the masterlist and right after i literally wrote this part! i literally pulled this series out of my ass last night…pardon my french. so i finished the masterlist and first part last night and so far, the feedback im getting is really good so…yay!☺️ anyways, this part is a little dark? but trustttt it will be resolved soon.

Part 2

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You desperately wanted to crawl back into bed, get back under the cool covers, and just lie there until the world ended. Or until Kate got home. Either way, you wanted to be anywhere but class.

Something about today was so off. You woke up and did your routine like any normal day. Kate left earlier than you but came back right before you left. You left her breakfast or lunch, whatever she decided to classify it as on the counter, and said you'd see her later at practice. That was 3 hours ago.

But today you had an exam in your anatomy class. This class was easy but you just did not want to be there because of Nick. Ever since a couple of days ago when you told Kate what went down between him and Gabbie, he's been relentless in getting the details of "your and Kate's relationship." You didn't want to tell him it wasn't Kate because you'd rather have to pretend to date her than anyone in California. Especially the girls you knew.

Something about Nick was off so you weren't going to pick a random girl in your following on Instagram. Knowing him, he'd probably stalk the poor woman. You just wanted to skip this class altogether. You hoped this line in the coffee shop on campus would move faster to possibly find a seat where other people could fill in around you before he could.

"Hey!" You turned your head, pulled one airpod out of your ear, and smiled at the brunette next to you. Her name was Juliana and you had class with her in like ten minutes.

"Oh, my god, hi!" You put the AirPod back in its case, abandoning the tranquility for the rest of whatever conversation was going to ensue.

"Not to be nosy or get in your business, and I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, but that guy over there keeps staring at you." She pointed her finger, subtly, in the direction behind her. You got to be fucken kidding…Nick. "He's been saying things to people in anatomy, saying you guys are talking, and how he doesn't like how you're too close to Kate. Or something like that, it's all unclear. But I found it weird and thought you should know." Her face looked genuinely concerned. Her eyes went soft as she looked at your expression change from friendly to somewhat terrified.

"Oh, my god. Thanks for telling me. I don't even know him. He's asked me out a couple of times but I rejected him. Who is he telling? Do a lot of people know?" You asked her. Your hands started to get clammy, as you started to move to the pick-up counter, your name being called; your drink ready.

"I honestly have no idea, but if anyone asks just tell them you're in a relationship." Juliana suggested, unsure of how to handle the whole situation.

"Yeah, I thought he'd leave me alone when my friend Gabbie had said I was seeing someone already. He automatically assumed it was my best friend Kate." You really thought this was behind you. This was probably the bad feeling you've been feeling all day.

"Oh, so you're not dating Kate?" Juliana asked, her face lightening up.

"No, but she said she was okay with going along with it to keep him away from me. Why? You like her?" You had no idea she swung that way. She usually talked about boy drama whenever you guys did group work in your class.

"Uh, no. But if she decides to start seeing someone and needs to drop the whole "fake girlfriend" thing, you can definitely ask me. I'm happy to help." She smiled warmly at you. You were very grateful for her willingness to help.

"Oh, okay. Thank you so much!" Her friend then called her over, and you both said goodbye. You had already made it to your class. Juliana keeping you company the whole way. You walked in and took a seat, pulling out your phone. You figured you could text Kate and let her know that if Juliana was willing to help, you'd relieve her of her duties. You also wanted to catch her up on what the hell went down in the coffee shop.

"you will not believe what just happened..."

almost instantly, her response bubble popped up.

"omg, what?"

"a friend in my anatomy class came up to me in better buzz and told me some guy was staring at me"

"what guy? are you okay?"

"and the guy was Nick!"

"oh..."

"apparently he's telling people me and him are talking but doesn't like how me and you are so close"

"wtf. are you serious?"

"did you tell her that me and u were together?"

"ab that...she said she would be down to be my "girlfriend" if I needed it. so I was thinking I would just tell ppl that me n her are together, so that way you're not dragged into this mess lol"

"Oh."

"okay for sure."

"I gtg. I'll see you later at practice!"

"alright, see you later. love you!"

" 'bear <3 loved "alright, see you later. love you!" "

Usually, she said it back. You, Kate, and all the girls got in the habit of saying 'love you' to one another because it was true. You all loved each other so dearly. None of you had shame in how you felt about one another and how close you held each other to your hearts. But you just decided to brush it off, she was probably just super busy. 

You honestly had no idea why your mind told you to read into everything she's been saying and texting you, lately. I was seriously getting unhealthy with how much you worried about what she thought about you. You were lost in thought before someone took a seat next to you. Assuming it was Juliana because she was just outside with her friends, you turned to tell her that if she was down to be your "girlfriend." You were pretty startled to see it wasn't her but Nick instead. 

"So, how have you been?" He asked. Something about him seemingly so off. You didn't like the feeling you got around him at all. You noticed his gaze following you out of the shop with Juliana ten minutes ago. You looked around the room, the spots in the class filling up quickly. You saw Juliana walk in, but before you could get her attention, Nick moved into your line of sight and prevented anyone from coming between you two. 

"Uh, good?" You looked down at your phone trying to find anything to keep you looking as uninterested as possible. 

"That's it? Nothing else to say to me?" He seemed to be growing more irritable with the short responses. 

"I don't know what you want me to say, I didn't want to talk to you anyway." You looked at him, wishing he'd go away. You didn't want to say it out loud and catch the attention of everyone around you. 

"Oh, now that's not nice. That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." He said, a weird smile encroaching on his lips. You did not like this at all. You were genuinely starting to get scared. You pulled up Juliana's number, thankful you asked for it last week so you could send her the notes she missed. 

"911. he's starting to really freak me out." 

You sent the message and immediately Nick asked who you had been texting. "Can you please, for the love of god, leave me alone? I'm seeing someone." The smirk on his face dropped, a cold stare being directed right at you. 

"No, you're not. You're seeing me." 

"No, she's not you creep. She's my girlfriend." Juliana then sat on the opposite side of you, staring Nick down. Nick's face flushed, his eyes looking at a few people who had turned around to see what was going on. She placed a hand on your leg.

It wasn't long after your exam and when the class was dismissed that Nick approached you again. He tried to talk to you, you just want to get straight to the Carver stadium. No students that weren't on the team or staff weren't allowed in. You just needed to get there as quickly as possible. 

"Hey! Stop ignoring me." Nick semi-shouted at you. You had put both airpods in, trying to tune him out. It wasn't until he tried to grab your arm and pull you back from walking away from him that you turned around ready to blow up before your saving grace came up to both of you. 

"Hey, man! Watch the fuck out. I don't know who you think you are but you are not gonna put your hands on my friend like that. Not like that, not now, and not ever." Hannah, with the hand she had placed on his arm to throw it off you, pushed him back a little before putting her arm around your shoulder and walking away from him. "That was fucking weird. You know that guy?" She looked back to see if he was still there, and indeed he was. Watching you both walk in the direction towards the arena. 

"No, actually. He's a fucking creep who asked me out a couple of times and took it horribly. He's been harassing me for a little. He was staring at me while I was getting coffee before my class like two hours ago." You said, calming down significantly since Hannah showed up. But your stomach was still uneasy and you really did not want to go to that class tomorrow or ever until he was gone and far away from Iowa City. 

"Yeah, don't walk around campus alone anymore. I'll come to find you after every—what class is this?" 

"Anatomy." 

"Okay, after every one of your anatomy classes, I'll come to find you and we can go to practice together. Do you have friends that know what classes you have and can walk you?" Now that you think about it, Juliana was in a lot of your classes. She wanted to do nursing so most classes you had in the week, were with her. 

"Yeah, funny story. The girl that's pretending to be my girlfriend to keep that guy away, which he obviously doesn't give a damn about, is in a lot of my classes. And it works out because the ones she's not in, Kate takes me because they're on her way." You smiled at the tall girl, grateful. 

"Okay, good. I don't want you getting stalked and possibly worse because of that guy. You should report him before it gets too bad." Hannah suggested, and rightfully so. 

"Yeah, I will. Thanks again, Hannah."

The girls' practice was going well. Until it wasn't. 

"Hey, you got a minute?" You were organizing gauze and wraps in the med bag behind the bench before you looked up and saw Kate holding her nose. 

"Yes, of course, Kate. Another one?" You looked at the girl as she walked around the bench and you handed her a towel. She broke her nose every year, you and Caitlin swore on it. You grabbed some gauze squares and put them in each nostril, to absorb as much blood as possible before you completely ruined the towel. 

"Don't tilt your head back. It could cause clots." You knew she already knew that with how prone Kate was to bloody noses. But it never hurts to refresh her mind, as it is instinct to stop the bleeding. 

"Yeah, thanks." You and Kate stood there while the bleeding stopped. "Alright, I think I'm good." She said a small smile on her face. You saw some blood on her shirt, grabbing the small bottle of peroxide in the bag, and a small gauze pad, you tried to soak as much of it out so it was easier for her when she did laundry. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. A new notification every second. 

"Jeez, who is blowing up your phone?" Kate asked, as she looked at your screen lighting up and watching the notifications pop up one by one.

"I don't know. Can you check?" You asked as you tried to get the last spot of blood off her clothes. 

"It's Instagram. Someone named Nick? Is it that same Nick guy Hannah said harassed the fuck out of you today?" She set your phone down. Your stomach immediately churning. You were honestly getting the creeps. 

"Oh my god. She told you?" You asked as you looked into Kate's eyes. Both of yours mirroring each other. The same worried look. 

"Yeah, and I'm glad she did. You need to say something. Or I can if you're not comfortable." Kate suggested. Now six more new notifications popped up, all from Nick. "I'll block him for you." She said, picking up your phone but stopping to look at you. Her eyes silently asking if that was okay with you.

"Yeah, please." You sighed as you threw the gauze squares away, putting the peroxide back before watching Kate block Nick. On your main and spam account. You have no idea how he found you; your name isn’t in the usernames. You really should go private and change your message settings. "Alright lemme check your nose though, to make sure it's not broken." There was absolutely no need to do this. You knew it was probably just a simple elbow or ball to the face. You both would've known if it was broken. 

"Alright." She sat on the bench, signature manspread. Good lord. You stood between her legs, putting pressure on different parts of her nose, checking for any indication of pain. It was a little tender but that was obvious, and so was you making an excuse to keep Kate a little longer. I mean, could she blame you? You haven't seen her much in the last couple of days. Late practices you missed for studying for your exam, her leaving earlier than you and by the time you get home she's either asleep or visiting her nephew. You missed your best friend.

You could see her looking at you as you checked. Your eyes meet once or twice, small giggles escaping your lips every time. Her eyes dropping to your lips occasionally, watching your tongue poke out a little as you focused on the task at hand. That made her giggle too. "Okay, bear. You're good." You kissed the top of her head and patted her shoulder before she stood up and ran back to the court. 

"If I roll my ankle, do I get a cute nickname and a kiss too?" Caitlin shouted as she pretended to throw herself on the ground. You laughed at her antics loudly before nodding your head and yelling yes. You laughed harder as she pretended to limp towards you. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna need like ten kisses to make this unbearable pain go away."  She fakes winced as she took a seat in the spot Kate was previously in, resting her "injured" foot on the chairs next to her. 

"Oh for sure, Cait." You laughed.

Suddenly, Sydney, Kylie, Jada, and Gabbie, hobbled over pretending to be injured to get their kisses too. "You need one too, Coach Bluder?" You shouted after you made your way through half the lineup. You made the assistant coaches laugh, including Coach herself. The practice was better after that, but you just couldn't shake the events from today off. 

Maybe another movie night with Kate would fix this. A lot of ice cream must be eaten tonight. Just one night, peaceful, and Nick free.

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ahh yay !! okay sooo… vamp!Tomas x fem!reader where tomas and the reader both like each other but never really said anything because they are both shyyy but after tomas gets turned by nitara tomas becomes a lot more cockier and confident causing him to cockily confess his feelings !! (smut? 🤍)

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Pairing: Vamp!Tomas x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angsty for like a minute, thigh grinding, cunnilingus (over the panties 🤭), p in v sex, creampie, spanking (1), I think that is all :)

Harbouring an unrequited crush for a man that you would describe as one of your closest friends is one of the most difficult things you’ve had to do in your adult life, and you have not had an easy life. So, it feels a little bit ridiculous how trying this has been for you.

Tomas is someone you hold in high regard, his skills, his generosity, his kindness in spite of his losses, you could ramble on about him and all the reasons you like him forever. Unlucky for his brother Kuai Liang, that means you torture him with your seemingly endless growing affections.

“He brought me back my favourite–”

“–Yes, I know, I was there with him.” Kuai Liang sighs, this is the third time you’ve brought up Tomas in the last ten minutes.

Tomas had brought you back your favourite baked goods on his last trip into town, it made your chest feel full with how kind the action was. He remembered your favourite treat, and he went out of his way to get it. He thinks about you, even when you aren’t with him.

“I’m sorry Kuai, I’m just really happy.” You feel embarrassed about how much you’re gushing, but you can’t help it. There is no one else you can talk to about this, and you need to talk about it with someone.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he smiles apologetically at you, “but you know, you should just tell him how much you like him.”

“I can’t do that! What if he doesn’t like me back? And then I’ve ruined our friendship over my silly feelings.” There’s too much for you to lose if you confess to him.

Kuai Liang refrains from a deep eye roll, he’s about to say something but Tomas walks up to you both.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” He’s just finished some training with Hanzo, he looks tired.

Kuai sits and says nothing, waiting for you to answer him, “We’re just hanging out, drinking tea.” You motion the teacup up at him to see.

He nods his head, smiling at you, “Got enough for me?”

Kuai pours him a cup before getting up, “I’ve got to go meet with Harumi, thanks for the tea.” He nods his head down at you and pats Tomas on the shoulder as he walks away.

“Thank you,” you tell him in reference to the gift he brought back.

He moves to sit down next to you on the bench, “No thanks necessary, I knew it was your favourite, and I was in the area.”

He lied just now, Kuai had told you that they would’ve been home an hour earlier, but he went out of his way to find your favourite bakery.

You take a sip of your tea, smiling into the cup and humming your reply to him.

You ask, “How did training go?”

“Well, Hanzo is improving fast, I am sure it won’t take him long to beat me in a fight,” he chuckles, his pride in Hanzo displayed in it.  

“I am sure he could, though I am sure I could beat you in a fight too.” You’re teasing, you are capable but not on par with Tomas.

He smiles at you, “You probably would win but I think that’s because you would play dirty.”

“Absolutely,” he knows you too well, any way to win.

You both sit and drink tea while talking, until you run out of tea, and then you’re both just talking. It gets late quickly but you both never seem to run out of things to say, and even when you do, you’ll say anything just to be able to talk to him for a little bit longer.  

“I should probably head to bed now, it’s getting late,” you tell Tomas, hours have passed since he sat down.

He looks into your eyes, like he has something pressing to tell you but eventually settles on saying, “Okay, thank you for tea.”

“Thank you for my treats,” you lean into his side, and he holds you there. Both engaged in a side hug.

“You are most welcome, dearest.”

The way he calls you dearest makes your heart rate spike; he makes you feel like you are genuinely dear to him, and it makes you giddy.

You move past it, “I will see you tomorrow?” you ask him, mouth muffled in his shirt.

He replies, “Yes but it might be late, Kuai and I both have to help Lui Kang with something.”

So vague with his missions, trying to shield you from the truth you suppose. You always end up asking Kuai about them anyways, and he tells you, so there isn’t really any point in keeping it from you. It’s sweet that he cares to try though.

“Be safe.” You tell him.

“Always.”

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That was the last time you saw Tomas, he left for his mission and Kuai came back alone. It’s something that haunts you, you remember how distraught you were. You were told he was turned by Nitara, which means he’s out there somewhere, you just don’t know where. Don’t know what he’s doing. But your home feels empty and lifeless these days.

All you do is spend the days waiting for the next, an endless, mind-numbing cycle. Kuai and Harumi visit you often, checking in on you, making tea. They’re worried about you, you know that. But you’re worried about Tomas.

Lui Kang and Kuai Liang have been putting a copious amount of effort into finding Tomas, wanting to help him, but Tomas doesn’t want to be found. And he’s making it abundantly clear. Leaving a trail of half dead people, that have messages from him, telling them to stop looking.

This isn’t something you learnt from Kuai; you’ve heard the whispers in the village about it though. Kuai has now picked up Tomas’ old habit of not telling you the extent of things, but you can read between the lines. Tomas is moving closer to the Shirai Ryu’s village, for what reason you don’t know but you feel conflicted about it. You want to see him, but he is not Tomas anymore, not really. Not the man you…

…The bond between yourself and Tomas had always been unbreakable, at least you thought it had been. With the way things are now, you don’t know who will be standing in front of you, if you ever see him again.

Due to Tomas’ movements getting closer to the village people have been assigned to keep tabs on you. Kuai hasn’t said anything, but people roam outside your house now, frequently. All hours, they will stroll by, you think they aren’t meant to be noticed but when you live with ninja’s long enough, you start to notice them. You appreciate the consideration, but it’s not needed, even if he does show, you’ll handle it yourself.

There’s a knock on your door, three polite raps against the solid wood. Right on time, 3pm in the afternoon. Every day, you get visited by Kuai, sometimes with Harumi, sometimes with Hanzo, but more often than not, alone.

Sighing you move from your couch to the door and pull it open, “Afternoon, Kuai.”

You pull it open the whole way, allowing his large frame to move past you. He walks into the kitchen and starts boiling some water.

“Good afternoon,” he replies.

The afternoon with him carries out the same way it has for the past couple months, he talks to you, trying to get you to open up. You turn it on him and try to get him to talk, about how he’s feeling, about Tomas’ last sighting, his plans for if they find him. But just like yourself, he doesn’t disclose anything. So, you both end up drinking tea in silence, mention the weather and then part ways.

Some days he is more stubborn than others, he stays longer, pushing you harder, he’s feeling that way this afternoon.

“I know you must be upset and missing him; you can talk to me about him, it might help.” He presses you; he’d love to hear you talk about Tomas the way you used to.

It makes you sad to talk about him though, “I don’t have anything to say Kuai, you know that.”

“That is a little hard to believe,” there is humour in his voice, it pulls a small smile from you.

It is rather ironic, going from never being able to shut up about him, to never talking about him.

“I appreciate the concern, but I am fine,” you lie.

He knows and he looks at you, eyebrow raised, “You are not.”

“No… I’m not but neither are you.”

“I suppose not.” He sighs and takes a sip of his tea.

You think now is your time to mention, “Could you stop sending people to watch my house, it’s annoying and unnecessary.”

“I think it necessary,” he shoots back, but he caves a little, “I will send less and less frequently, but they will still watch out for you.”

You go to argue further, “I really don’t think it’s–”

“–I am not willing to compromise further on this matter.” He cuts you off.

“Fine.” You concede, too tired to argue with him. Always too tired.

He seems pleased with the progress he’s made with you though, finally getting you to budge the slightest bit. Admitting that you are not fine is enough for him today. He leaves with no argument, and you sit back on your couch, enjoying your solidarity.

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You’re in the shower when you hear someone rummaging around your living room, annoying, you think to yourself. It’s probably someone checking on you, though it’s odd they’re inside your house.

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you move through the ensuite and into your bedroom. Locating the sword you keep hung on the wall, if it’s not someone checking up on you, you may need protection. You pull it down, keeping it sheathed. Slowly you move towards the living area where the noise is coming from.

You sneak through the house as quietly as possible and come up behind the intruder, hands on the sword, ready to unsheathe it and strike if necessary. But then you realise the silhouette of the intruder is very familiar.

He turns around and faces you, a faux shocked look on his face, pretending to be frightened by you holding a sword.

Your voice comes out far more timid than you would’ve liked, “Tomas?”

“Ah, you caught me.” He holds his arms up in surrender, sly grin plastered on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I came to visit you, dearest.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing, as if he’s questioning you questioning his presence.

Your eyes squint at him, “Don’t call me that.”

“You never use to mind it,” his face twists into a fake sad expression.

You’re still in an attack stance, “That was then, I don’t know who you are now.”

“Please put the sword down, it really isn’t frightening, especially since you’re in nothing but a towel.” His eyes look you up and down, appreciating your scantily clad body in a fluffy towel.

Your lip pulls up into a grimace, “Don’t look at me, turn around.”

He waves a hand at you dismissively, “Chill out, I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Why are you here?” You’re quick to reply.

His presence is genuinely confusing, he didn’t want to be found by his own brother, but he came back here to break into your house and look at your living room furnishings?

“Like I said, I’m here to see you, I’ve missed you dearly… dearest.” He flashes you a cheeky smile.

He’s different, not right, not… himself. It’s uncanny and off putting to you. He is not the same kind man you called your best friend.

“I don’t believe you.”

His smile drops, “I know, but I’m not lying.”

He moves towards you, but you take a step back, hand pulling on the handle of the sword, ready to unsheathe it. He stops at your reaction; and rolls his eyes dramatically.

“I really am not going to hurt you, I wanted to give you that,” his head motions towards your side table, your favourite baked goods sitting atop it.

Your eyes round in shock, why would he go to the effort? You stop your thoughts before they get too hopeful, he could be trying to lure you into a false sense of security, and it might work. He looks mostly the same, not quite right but his likeness is there. He’s pale, bloody, an odd marking on his forehead, and fangs you can spot when he speaks, but the same.

It’s confusing you; you want to be happy to see him, but you don’t want to let yourself feel it if he isn’t quite right. If he’s going to hurt you or worse. You are happy he’s alive though, there might be a way to help him.

“Why did you bring me that?” You ask, also motioning towards the treats on the table.

“Because they’re you’re favourite,” he shrugs, “can you please put the sword down, this is getting a bit ridiculous.”

You have a baffled look on you face, “You’re the one breaking and entering??”

“Hey! I didn’t break anything.” He looks offended, hand on his chest. He sighs and rolls his eyes again, “I don’t know what to offer you here to make you feel better, dear.”

“I don’t really know either.” You consider what would make you feel better about him, other than him leaving. “Getting dressed… would make me feel better.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t.” He’s flirting with you, brazenly.

“Stay here… or leave… but don’t follow me.”

He has a bored look on his face, but he shrugs in agreeance.

At his reaction you begin backing away slowly, watching him as you leave the room. He tilts his head curiously at you as you do.  When you can no longer see him, you shuffle quickly to your room.

You rustle through drawers to find clothes, settling on pants and a t-shirt. Something you can move around in if you end up having to defend yourself. You pick up your sword and exit your bedroom.

As you come back into the living area you see him sitting on an armchair in the corner, the one facing your larger couch. You move around the furniture to sit on said couch facing him. Your posture a stark contrast to his, you’re sitting up straight and alert. While he is lounging, legs spread wide, spine reclined against the back of the armchair. He’s fully relaxed and you’re… not.

“Still have the sword I see,” he notes.

Your grip tightens on the hilt, “I am not ready to trust you.”

“No, I wouldn’t think you would be.” His head rolls to the side quickly, listening, “are you expecting guests?”

You know what he’s hearing, your friendly watchers must be coming by to check on you.

“Kuai Liang started assigning people to come by my house, I didn’t understand why previously, I do now.” You reply casually with a wave of your hand.

“Mmm, he is taking care of you?” His question seems loaded, like he might be simultaneously pleased and displeased at the same time, no matter your response.

“Yes, he comes by regularly to check on me, he is worried.” You answer honestly, based on his hearing he’d probably be able to tell if you lied to him.

His eyes squint slightly, his reaction telling you nothing about his thoughts or feelings, “You going to alert them of my presence?”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

He seems a little confused, “Why not?”

“I’m not getting any information from Kuai anymore, he tells me nothing. If I let them take you, I doubt I’ll be updated of anything.”

“Very serious like this, you used to be much kinder to me.”

Your eyebrows raise at him, “I could say the same to you.”

“Fair enough,” he smiles at you, still eyeing you even though you are nowhere near as undressed as earlier.

“Stop it,” you tell him.

His gaze climbs up your body and then back onto your eyes, “Stop what?”

“Stop that,” your hand waves in circles around his face, referencing the way he’s been looking at you.

His head leans to the side, “Why?”

Your eyebrows pinch together, “Because I don’t know what it means.”

“I like you, is what it means.” His smile is as sweet as he can muster, it’d be sweeter if he didn’t have fangs.

Huh? Huh? What the hell? He likes you, is that possible? You must have the most bewildered expression on your face because he begins chuckling at you.

“Don’t laugh!” You’re frowning at him now.

“Sorry, sorry…” He waves his hand at you, “I didn’t think you’d look so confused, you’ve just made a very cute face.”

You sigh deeply, he’s making your heart rate pick up, you need to control it, “I don’t believe you.” You say in reference to his declaration.

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but it’s the truth. I came back to see you because I miss you and I miss you because I like you. I always have.” His confession is making you feel flushed. He’s saying things you would’ve liked to have heard ages ago.

“Why? Why tell me this now?”

“Was too scared to tell you before, now it doesn’t matter as much, our friendship isn’t exactly in a great place, no?” He gestures to his whole being with his hands, as if to demonstrate the reason for that.

“I don’t see myself trusting you, I hope you know that.” Honestly, mutual trust isn’t something you can foresee in both your futures.

But that’s obviously the opposite for Tomas, “I am pretty confident that I can change your mind, I got your heart rate to rise earlier. My confession bring up some hidden feelings?”

You’re interested, “How do you plan on changing my mind?” You ignore the second part of his sentence.

“I will come by as often as I have to, for as long as I have to, until you trust me again.” He seems earnest at least, but you don’t know if you have rose tinted glasses on when it comes to him.

“Do as you please, I have a feeling you’re going to anyways.” You huff at him, spine becoming less rigid.

He smiles at you, eyes bright, “I appreciate the permission, anyhow.”

His visit ends quickly after that last conversation, having made headway with you made him pleased enough to leave. He did promise he would be back the next night, and the night after that, and so on, and so forth. The promise thrills you, much to your contention.

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Tomas stayed true to his promise, he comes by, every night without fail and has been doing so for the last few months. He never stopped flirting with you the whole time, making his affection for you perfectly clear. There are only so many ways you can brush him off and change topics though.

He sniffs the air, “I hate how much Kuai comes around, always smells like him in here, ruins your scent.”

Your eyes roll at him, “Well, he’s about as stubborn as you are about visiting. Must run in the family.”

You stopped holding your sword every time he came round about a month into his visits, believing he probably wasn’t going to bodily harm you. It was never far from you though, now it stays in the lounge, not close but not far. He has succeeded in slowly building some trust between the two of you.

In the kitchen you’re waiting for the kettle to boil, Tomas comes up behind you. Leaning down he inhales your scent, not so close to touch but close enough to have your heart pounding in your chest.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Smelling you.”

“Yeah, I can see that, why are you sniffing me?”

“You smell nice,” he’s still standing close to you, chest brushing your back.

You turn around and place a palm on his chest, aiming to push him back but he doesn’t budge. His hand comes up and he places it over top of your own. His eyes looking intently into yours, as you’re looking up at him, you’re struck with the realisation that your feelings for him haven’t left you. He’s changed and so have your feelings, but you still like him.

His eyes flit down to your lips, he begins moving in closer to you. Giving you ample time to pull away if you don’t want him to kiss you. You don’t know if kissing him is a good idea, but it doesn’t matter anyways, the kettle starts squealing, alerting you of its boiled status.

His hand lets go of yours, the moment ruined. You turn quickly, feeling like your face is on fire. Happy to be able to hide your face from him, though you know he can definitely hear your beating heart working overtime.

You take the kettle off the stove and make a cup of tea for both you and Tomas, he never drinks it, but he asks for it every time and holds it for the entirety of his visit.

Later, after tea, as you’re washing up Tomas stands beside you. Ever since your guard dropped enough to let him get this close to you, he stays as close as you’ll allow. Always right by you, flirting, joking, watching.

“Do you want me to wash up?” He offers.

“No, thank you.” You continue, scrubbing at your dishware.

When you’re done you go to wipe your hands off, drying them. Tomas grabs you and spins you abruptly, a shocked gasp pulling from you at his speed and strength.

“I like you.” Is all he says.

Your eyes are wide with shock, “You’ve already said so.”

“I just had to tell you again, so you know.”

“You tell me every day, and you relentlessly flirt with me,” you remind him.

“Just checking you haven’t forgotten.”

“You don’t make that possible,” you raise a brow at him.

“That’s the idea,” he smiles cheekily at you.

His eyes dip to your lips again, the moment from earlier being recreated. You turn your head to the side, feeling shy under his watchful gaze.

“Your heart is racing,” he comments, moving his hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

“I know, it is my heart.” You feel flush in the face.

He leans a bit closer, “And how does your heart feel about me?”

Ah, he’s fishing today. He has been very patient, not asking you your feelings towards him but he is curious. Especially since he can tell you enjoy his advances, or at least react to them viscerally.

“I reserve the right to not answer that.” You feel as though you’re being interrogated.

He finds your answer entertaining, “I think… you like me too, but you’re still not convinced you can trust me.”

Yep, he’s pretty much hit the nail on the head, and he knows it. You go to answer him, try to cover for yourself but he’s quicker with his words.

Tone growing glib, he taunts, “Mmm, yeah, that was dead on, huh?”

His large hand come up and pulls your face back to his, holding you by your chin, between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts your face up, looking you directly in the eyes.

“Look at me and tell me, that you don’t like me.”

“I don’t like you,” you reply simply.

He scoffs, “Liar, I’ve grown on you.”

“Like a tumour, maybe,” you retort back.

He has a small smile on his face, “Now who is being stubborn?”

“Somehow, still you.” Your expression is one of defiance.

He rolls his eyes at you and groans, before grabbing your head on either side and pulling you into a kiss. It’s full and profound, and as he moves his head to the side, he licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss. A shocked mewl coming from you, one that he swallows down greedily.

Your heart feels like it might explode in your chest, and as he pulls away, he makes a note of it.

His forehead rests against yours, smiling cockily he asks, “Still don’t like me?”

“No,” you shake your head against him.

He captures your lips in another lustful kiss, devouring you whole, consuming the noises that escape you. Common sense eludes you, his kisses making you dizzy and unable to think properly. He walks you back into the corner of the kitchen bench, still cradling your face. Your hands coming up behind you, resting on the bench top. As a result, your chest presses further into him.

One of his knees slots between your legs, pinning you to the spot. His kisses take your breath away and you have to pull back to breathe. Huffing slightly at his insistent manner of kissing.

“Seems to me, that you like me.” He states.

“You’re mistaken.” You retort.

His head moves to your neck, inhaling the length of it, “it smells like you like me.”

Low blow on his behalf, his observation of your growing arousal for him makes your skin set alight. An embarrassing observation for him to make and he knows it. His thigh slots higher, resting up against your cunt. The contact makes you jump lightly, your teeth biting your lip to stifle your audible reaction.

His hands move to your hips as he leans down and kisses you again. His lips serving as a distraction so he can use the grip he has on your hips to encourage you to grind down on his thigh. You get lost in the feeling, the stimulation sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, the sounds you make spilling from you freely.

He rips his mouth away from you suddenly, before you can complain he pulls your pants down, you step out of them. Standing in front of him in nothing but your shirt and panties. He drops to his knees in front of you, pulling your thighs apart, just enough so his face can fit between your legs. His nose resting up against your pussy over your panties, he inhales deeply.

You gasp out at him, “Tomas!”

“Mmmsorry, you smell so fucken good.” He speaks against your cunt, muffling his words.

This display is mortifying to you and also serving to fuel your arousal. He hums pleasantly at your reaction. His mouth opens, sucking over your underwear, wetting them further. His thumbs pull your pussy lips apart, giving himself more access to your arousal. He’s lapping at your hole over your underwear, nose rubbing up against your clit as he licks at you.

You’re squirming above him, gasping for air at the pleasure he’s giving you. He grows more fervent against you, your cunt leaking from the pleasure. The smell and taste of you sending him into a frenzy. He doesn’t stop making out with your cunt over your underwear. Your legs are borderline shaking with your building orgasm.

“Tomas – ngh,” you’re trying to warn him of your impending orgasm.

One of your hands reaches for his hair, grabbing on, your hips beginning to faintly grind against his face. He doesn’t pull away to acknowledge your words, just continues slurping at your cunt, humming at you in confirmation.

The noises spilling from you reach a higher pitch, coming closer together. Your eyes are wet as they close tight against the intensity of your orgasm. When you cum it’s with a bite of his name followed by a large inhale of breath. Legs shaking, if he had not been gripping your thighs, you would’ve fallen to the floor in front of him.

He doesn’t stop as you cum, or even after, continuing to lick at you enthusiastically, aftershocks running through your veins. You twitch at the continued stimulation he provides. He growls against you, an inhuman sound that spikes your heart rate, and your excitement.

The sight of him between your legs, gripping your thighs open and feasting on your wet cunt could have you passing out. He huffs frustrated against you, and he rips your underwear off, actually tearing them off your body. You can’t even complain because he’s put his mouth back on your bare cunt. Drinking up all of the slick and cum from your cunt, he’s licking you clean, you might actually faint.

Tugging at his hair harsher, you push him back, “mm sensitive, stop.” You gasp out at him, words slurred together slightly.

Thankfully, he pulls away but stays on his knees, watching you quiver in front of him. His mouth finished eating you, but his eyes haven’t. He inhales one last time before standing up in front of you.

Cocky smile plastered on his face, “Divine, let me continue?”

You shake your head at him, “No, I will actually faint.”

He preens at that, delighted by your answer, “Are you ready to admit you like me?”

“No,” stubborn for no reason at this point. It’s clear to the both of you, you definitely like him.

He chuckles dryly at you, and then he’s spinning you around and pushing your upper half against the bench top. His hands run over your body, down your back and over your ass cheeks, he pulls them back to stare at your cunt, he whistles at the sight of it. And you struggle against him, humiliated by his actions.

“Will you let me fuck your tight pussy?”

You feel red and raw, his direct question mortifying you, mortifying you because, “yes.” You will let him.

He lets out an amused sound that turns into a growl at the sight of you bent over and waiting for him. Rustling can be heard from behind you as he pulls out his cock. He runs it through your folds, using your cunts prior orgasm to lube it. You rock back against him, rutting down on his dick. It sends shudders down your spine, the pleasure already plenty and he’s not inside you.

“Hold still,” he holds his hand on your back firmly, keeping you in place.

His other hand on his cock, running his tip through your folds before notching it at your hole. Slowly splitting you in two.

All he lets out is, “fffff–”

You clench at the stretch, clamping down on his cock.

“–UCK!” He lets out at your tightening pussy, “gotta relax, or I’ll never – nghf – make it inside.”

You’re mewling and barely the tip is inside you, his hand reaches down and around to rub at your clit, trying to get you to relax.

“Thasss it, dear, fucken perfect… jus. like. that,” he sighs as you relax a bit.

He’s able to have his whole tip enter you, and then he starts rocking back and forth slowly, trying to fuck you open on the tip of his dick. Your legs already shaking and he’s not even close to halfway inside you.

He begins fucking his cock into you more, incrementally, it has pleasure wracking your body. Taking his time, rocking in and then out, slightly more in and then out, rinse and repeat. Until he’s finally fully seated inside you. The full feeling overwhelming you, you grind back against him, wanting more of the feeling.

“Tomas–”

“Hold still, and if it’s – hah – too much, tap me, okay?” He asks.

You nod your head at him, but he slaps your ass and says, “Words, dearest.”

“I will tap you if it’s too much – jus please – mmmmove.” You’re wiggling back against him, trying to gain some friction.

Both his hands pull your ass cheeks apart again, gazing down at the way you’re wrapped around him. A deep growl coming from inside his chest at the sight. Pulling back almost all the way out, he slams back into you, jolting your body forward against the counter. You have a feeling you’re going to have all kinds of bruises tomorrow morning.

He’s fucking you in earnest, roughly, inhuman and pleased noises coming from him. A wet slapping filling your kitchen along with your mewls and whines. You brace yourself on the counter and begin fucking yourself back on his cock.

His hand moves up your body and grabs at the back of your neck, he pulls you up, holding you flush against his chest. Your head resting back against his shoulder. He’s fucking up into you, the change in position sliding you further down his dick.

The hand that pulled you up goes to the front of your neck, applying no pressure but holding you steady. His free arm moves from your hip to the front of your body, holding you against him, hand groping at your tit. His fingers pinch and play with your nipple, your cunt squeezing down on him at the sensation.

“Tell me, do you like mmme – ngh – now?” He whispers it against your ear, lips brushing the shell of it. It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your skin.

“Mmmmaybe – mmph – a little…” You confess.

He laughs and licks your ear, his thrusts never stopping or slowing. Your cunt starts to rhythmically pulse around his cock, you’re so close to cumming on just his cock, a sensation you’ve not felt before. Previously always cumming with the help of stimulation on your clit.

He taunts you, “Go on, cream all over – mmph – me, can feel you squeezing mmme.”

“Hah – Mm gonna–” You’re cumming, hard, on his dick. Your release creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His hands move to push you back against the bench top again, he needs to see the way you came all over him. He spreads your cheeks again to watch himself fuck you, to see the way you creamed all over him. Mesmerised by your cunt and the way it takes him; he’s chasing his own high now.

He’s fucking you harshly, aiming to topple headfirst into his own pleasure. You clamp down on him, pulling his own orgasm from him suddenly. He cums with a shout of your name and a string of profanities. Filling your cunt to the brim with his release, he continues thrusting, stuffing all his cum back into your pussy. He groans at the sight, dick twitching inside you.

He pulls out of you slowly; he tugs his pants back on before spinning you around and placing you up on the bench. He wets some napkins from your kitchen with warm water and gently wipes your thighs clean.

His fingers push some of the cum leaking out of your cunt back inside, “Keep that there.” He tells you.

You hold your hand over your pussy, as he runs down the hall and comes back with a fresh pair of underwear. He slides them up your legs and uses them to help keep his cum inside you. Your legs are shaking from the come down, eyes wet and dazed. You’d let him do almost anything to you right now, with the way he’s given you the two best orgasms of your life, you think he might’ve earned it.

You watch him move around your kitchen, he finds your previous pair of underwear and stuffs them inside his pocket. He looks back at you and smiles deviously. Then he moves to get you a glass of water.

He presents it to you, “Drink.”

You accept it gratefully, feeling parched, you drink it all. It dribbles down your chin with how you gulp it down. He smiles at you and wipes your chin clean.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you tell him.

He’s smug, “Need me to carry you to bed, dearest?”

“If you’d be so kind.”

He obliges and carries you to bed, tucking you in. He won’t stay and he shouldn’t stay, though you find yourself hoping he would.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he says, practically reading your mind. He crawls into bed beside you, on top of the covers.

“Thank you, Tomas.”

He smiles kindly at you, “No thanks necessary.”

You fall asleep quickly that night. Fully trusting him and even feeling safe with him beside you. When you wake the next morning, he is gone but he’s left a note.

It reads, “I’ll be back tonight, dearest.”

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A/N: This is not my best writing, but I find myself a bit fond of it, maybe because it’s a different character, a bit of a change up is nice. I did write almost an extra 3k than what I initially planned lmao. I find the need to add more plot in my stories. Anyways, thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed, my requests are open if you want a story like this one or if you want to share any thoughts, feelings, anything really, I am open for asks!! <333

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Where The Shadows Dance (iv)

Bodyguard!Azriel x AutumnDaughter!Reader

CHAPTER IV: The Scars

SUMMARY: The morning after the princess's nightly adventure

WARNINGS: mentions of murder (yay), swearing, mentions of jealousy and past relationships, and also violence

NOTE: and again thank you to my moots @icey--stars and @fieldofdaisiies for proof reading my work <33

WORDS: 2.1K

The princess didn’t rise until noon.

Azriel had awoken three hours earlier. It was later than he normally would, but with his little trip to bring the princess back home, he’d been so exhausted that he hadn’t even realised the sun was up.

The princess’s soft snores filled his ears from behind her bedroom door as he was reading  through a novel, something mundane and uninteresting. It was a book that Nesta had recommended, and he wondered when the smut would start.

Y/n’s snores came to an abrupt halt, and Azriel looked up from the novel. He heard her shuffling about, before she exited her room, a scarlet robe draped over her body. Her hair was frizzy, and her eyes looked as if they would close any minute.

“Good morning, Princess,” Azriel greeted, a small smirk on his face. “Enjoying the consequences of an illegal night out?”

Y/n groaned and slumped beside the shadowsinger on the couch. “Please don’t speak right now. I may throw up again.”

Azriel passed her a cup of tea that had magically kept warm for her. She took it without a word and began drinking, closing her eyes as she did so. Azriel returned to his novel, turning pages every now and then. Y/n finished her tea, and when Azriel looked at her again, she was watching his hands.

“I apologise if I offended you last night,” the princess said quietly.

Azriel remained silent for a few moments. “I have never thought of my scars as pretty before,” he murmured after a while. “I don’t think I ever will.”

Y/n nodded softly, as if she understood. Azriel didn’t know how or why she would have any sense of understanding of the situation, but as she stared at his hands, it was as if she was in another world.

“How did it happen?” she finally asked. “If you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

Azriel’s first instinct whenever he was asked this question was always ‘no.’ He never willingly recounted what had happened in his childhood, especially with someone he’d only known for a few weeks, but… Y/n was different. Something about her was different. Despite the fact that they’d lived such contrastive lives, Azriel had a feeling that telling her what had happened was something that was inevitable. Not in a catastrophic way, but more so in a peaceful, final way.

“When I was eleven, my half-brothers decided to see how well fire and Illyrian healing magic mixed,” Azriel stated.

Horror clouded the princess’s eyes, before white hot rage filled them, as if fueled by the magic in her veins. Something in him purred at the protectiveness in her eyes, but he ignored it.

“What happened to them?” she inquired, calm despite the flames in her eyes.

Azriel shrugged. “They got a slap on the wrist, and then Rhys and I… we did a little more when we were older.”

She paused for a moment, waiting for more. “You’re joking,” she spat. “They didn’t… they’re still alive?”

Azriel nodded, watching the princess’s reaction. The way she responded to his story stirred at the feelings he was trying to push down. He could see her thinking, calculating, figuring out what to say next.

“Why haven’t you gone after them?” she queried. “Why hasn’t Rhysand, or Cassian?”

“They’re not worth it,” Azriel replied simply. 

Y/n was silent, and Azriel assumed that was the end of the conversation. What did she care, anyway? Azriel must have been such a confusing book for her to read, with his jumping back and forth between cold disinterest, attempts and friendship, and maybe something more. Azriel was about to open his novel, when the princess spoke. 

“If you ever want them to have a taste of their own medicine, say the word and it will happen,” she promised.

Azriel could picture it. He could picture the two males he was supposed to call brothers on the ground, skin sizzling red. He could almost smell the singed hair and burning flesh, just the same as it was all those centuries ago. And he could picture Y/n, standing above them, flames engulfing both of her hands and embers swirling through her unbound hair. He could imagine the rage in her eyes, the slight downward curve of her lips.

He wanted to say yes. He wanted that image to become a reality. He wanted to see the princess lose control for him, to go into a spiralling need to avenge him.

“I will,” Azriel said instead.

A knock sounded at the door, and the princess stood up to answer it. Azriel rose as well, following her, ever the perfect bodyguard. Azriel frowned when he was greeted by the sight of red hair and amber eyes.

“Y/n,” Eris said, a small smirk on his face. “How was your night?”

“Peaceful as can be,” the princess replied. She did not look anything like someone who’d had a ‘peaceful’ night, but Eris didn’t comment on it.

Eris’s smirk softened into a smile, and his eyes flickered to the shadowsinger. “I thought so.”

Unspoken words gleamed in Eris’s eyes — speak of her outing to my father, and I shall skin you alive. Azriel hadn’t been planning on doing that, for many reasons, but the fact that Eris wanted to protect his sister…

“I saw your old friend,” Y/n said carefully to Eris. “He misses you.”

Eris’s eyes softened slightly. “I may have to pay him a visit. Did you see Corren?”

Y/n smacked her brother’s arm. “Asshole.”

Azriel tensed, ready for the heir’s backlash, but he simply grinned at his sister, the action so similar to Cassian when he was riling someone up for fun. There was no yelling, no fury at a female hitting and insulting the prince, even if it was playful.

“Not everyone here is heartless, Shadowsinger,” Eris stated, as if he knew what thoughts swirled around his mind.

Y/n looked at Azriel, and then back at her brother. The three stood in silence, just watching each other. Azriel’s thoughts were still slightly puzzled — Eris seemed to actually care about something that wasn’t the throne. And it was truly genuine, if the raw emotion that filled Eris’s eyes was truthful.

She hopes you two could get along one day, his shadows whispered. You are both very important to her.

Again, his shadows told him something about Y/n that they could not about others. It was as if they were in her mind, her heart, and they could tell him the most personal things about her. It was as if they had some sort of connection with her.

“We have a dinner with the court tonight,” Eris reminded his sister. “You might need these next several hours to get ready.”

Y/n scowled and hit her brother again. “Fuck off.”

Eris grinned and bid goodbye to his sister before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Azriel watched the princess, going through the conversation in his head. Something kept circling in his mind.

“Who is Corren?” Azriel inquired.

The princess turned to face him. “Someone I had a relationship with, a long time ago.”

Azriel frowned, suddenly hating this ‘Corren.’ He wanted to hunt him down, and make sure he never touched his princess again.

“Jealous, are we?” the princess purred, that mischievous grin on her face.

Azriel cocked his head. “Should I be?”

Fuck. He’d meant to say “why should I be?’ but his mouth had run faster than his mind, and now it sounded… It sounded almost flirtatious. 

But the princess just grinned and pat his shoulder, before heading into her bedroom.

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[voxofthevoid]

Have any of you seen me talk about some fic idea or the other and thought, "Sounds nice, but man, we all know you won't get to that until 2800 or something"?

In April, my Ao3 account will be ten years old. Earlier, I made a post about doing something unhinged to celebrate it. It's nothing wild, just not something I usually do. But I figured I'd try stepping out of my comfort zone a bit.

Currently, I have 93 ideas total for JJK, out of which 76 are unwritten. Some are more detailed and high priority than others, but they are all fics I want to write. But there's no way in hell I'll get them all, especially if the ideas keep coming (which tends to happen until I run out of inspiration, at which point I'll stop writing entirely). So, for April, I'll try to write one(1) scene of approximately 1000 words for 15 of these ideas.

Pick the ideas for me, won't ya?

I can't add the descriptions under a read more because it turns out that writing even basic-bitch summaries for 76 ideas racks up one hell of a word count. So here's a Google doc listing them, categorized by ships. Many of these fics deal with a variety of taboo content, including but not limited to all four main Ao3 warnings. I have not included content warnings for each fic because the time needed would be prohibitive. If you've survived my Tumblr until now, you'll likely be fine.

Give me a number, either via replies or reblogs of this post or via asks (if you wish to remain anonymous). For the first 15 unique ideas I get, I'll write 1k. You can send multiple numbers, but I'll only pick one per ask.

The objective is to finish all of them by April and post them throughout the month. I certainly need the head start because taking prompts (even limited ones) and writing short scenes are not my forte. Yay challenge?

The link is here. It's kinda long, but the headings should help you navigate to ships you're interested in.

I'll reblog/update this post every day or so till all 15 slots are taken (assuming they will be 😂).

[onthewaytosomewhere]

putting this up now cuz i suppose i have stuff i need to get done and if i don't now it'll end up like sunday where the day is done and i lose all desire to post anything lolz

so i thought i was gonna hafta steal @kiwiana-writes open tag but guess what happens when you open one of these things and don't finish it - others get around to doing it - so i have tags - yay!! - thanks ever so much @jmagnabo92 @caterpills @fullerthanskippy & @cha-melodius for the tags this morning

so the were/vamp coffee shop au that is my @ficwip dark & cozy fic took an interesting turn last night and then i realized i was probably setting it up all along without realizing when i read a few past bits and ... yeah guess we get soulmates here too ... this snip is not that tho cuz it's still very work in progress-y lolz

so have a little bj-interruptus lolz

In the meantime, he has a few things to drop off for Pez from Raf, who he saw earlier. He walks through the backdoor of the club to find Liam pressed against the wall by Pez, who seems to be very much enjoying the way Liam’s cock is sliding in and out of his mouth as his head bobs. Alex yelps involuntarily and turns back to the door he came in through but stops when he hears Pez’s mouth ‘pop’ as he pulls off. Liam huffs and Alex keeps his back to them, really not needing to get an eyeful of his friend. This isn’t the first time he’s walked in on them in a similar position; he wishes he could say it was only the second—Alas, that is not the case. He’s walked in on them so many times lately he’s actually surprised he didn’t find out they were a thing before, but figures that’s due to Liam having been out of town. His enhanced hearing tells him that clothes have been put back in place and Pez has stood back up, so he turns back around to see Liam, still leaning against the wall, looking entirely too serene for someone who was just interrupted in the midst of what looked like an amazing blowjob. Pez is leaning against him and greets Alex, “Alexander, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Percy makes his name sound even more posh than usual, and Alex rolls his eyes. Pez is the only person who calls him Alexander, and ever since he told him how incredibly posh it sounds coming out of his mouth, he seems to have taken it as a challenge to make it sound even more so. Alex takes the file from his bag and hands it over, “I had to stop and see Raf today, and he asked me to drop this to you.”

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[half-dead-writer]

silly thing I started while being drunk a while ago, now finishing it when I'm sleep-deprived, yay may edit it tmrw, for now, I'm off to dreamland

Kisses Like Whiskey, It Gets Me Drunk

Even though you're usually pretty smart, alcohol makes you do the most stupid things... Like confessing to your best friend, willingly.

character: Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~2,9k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: suggestive, making out with only the reader being drunk, Scott is awkward

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"Pilgrim!" You announced dramatically while walking through the doors, his attention quickly shifted on you from his gameboy. He smelled the alcohol from you even if he sat on the bed at least 2 meters away.

"... Yeah?" He asked, seeing you approach closer. The futon under him sank as you took a seat next to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, slightly leaning on him. He was surprised, but didn't pull away. Curiosity out of all the emotions present painted his face the most.

"I came back home just to hug you," you commented, a drunk giggle hit his ears not long after.

"... Really?" He asked, not knowing the context of your full thoughts. Of course it wasn't the only reason of your arrival, but you didn't care to elaborate earlier.

"Well, I was also just coming back home, but my main objective right after getting here was to hug you," you explained, making the boy's lips turn upwards a bit. He finally reciprocated your hug, resting his arm on your back.

"Oh, well- That's nice to hear." He didn't really know how to voice it, but he appreciated the embrace nonetheless. "You don't usually miss me that much."

"No, I do, I just don't show it," you replied cryptically, making him tilt his head a little. Soberness would not let you be so open, but at the moment you feel pretty clingy, and you lack the self control to stop your thoughts spilling out. "You bring me so much joy, I don't even know why." You knew exactly why.

That confession actually moved gears in his head. It's rare he got to hear those words from other people, if at all. Most of what he heard on his daily basis is that he's being annoying, or stupid. But you had no problems voicing compliments his way, which made him feel pretty nice. He almost forgot to respond back, choosing to brush it off with a polite yet unsure chuckle.

"What do you think about me?" You asked bluntly, catching him off guard. He stared at you with wide eyes for a solid seconds, trying to come up with a valid answer.

"I... Like you. Obviously." He said casually, not really sure if this was the response you wanted, but he didn't wanna come out too eager.

"How much?" You focused your sight on him, making him feel slightly uneasy.

"Uhm- The- normal amount??" He felt as if he was asked a tricky question, and probably was losing miserably.

You pulled your weight on him a bit too much, forcing you both to fall in the process.

"That's fine," you sighed, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hair was tickling him just a little.

Scott just laid there, staring at the ceiling - what was going on???

"Uh... ...Is it?" He asked warily, not really knowing why.

"...I mean- If you don't like me, that's fine-" Your words came out muffled.

"Wait- I just said I like you??" He looked at you, waiting for your head to turn again.

"Well, yeah, but not in a way I'd want," you muttered, your speech slurring slightly, still not daring to face him. That caused him to tense up a little. He stayed quiet, just processing your shocking words. Surely you didn't mean what you thought you did?

I mean, it's true you two were closer than most people he hung with, you were comfortable leaning against each other on bus-rides, you exchanged spit when sharing the same drink, you hung out pretty often, you were always there for him when he needed you, Wallace jokingly called you "partners in crime", pedestrians sometimes mistook you for a couple... But that wouldn't make you a real couple, right?

He hesitated a good while before speaking again. "...What way?" He knew he doomed himself with this question, not really sure why he bothered to live through the future awkward conversation. Maybe it's because he was too curious of your response.

"...You know what." You mumbled, even now feeling the repercussions of your admission. But at that moment, alcohol loosened your tongue and mind enough not to immediately retreat with your answer. That's a problem for tomorrow. And, next few years, probably.

Scott remained quiet for the next minutes, digging a nonexistent hole into the nearest object that his eyes could reach. The silence forced you to finally raise your head, staring at the now mildly uncomfortable friend of yours. ...Shit.

His face was a bit indescribable, a mix of shock, embarrassment, fluster, maybe? You'd think it looked cute - he always looked cute to you - if you weren't so scared of the potential next words he would say. Surely, you screwed up.

"Um- Are you sure??" He finally gathered the courage to speak up. You narrowed your eyes in a confused expression.

"Sure of what?"

"Sure of- uh, thinking clearly? You're drunk right now, are you sure it's not just the- uh, alcohol speaking?" He tried to justify you, not quite believing of the sincerity of your words.

You felt a bit offended, furrowing your brows in a mildly upset manner, "Yes, Scott, I'm sure."

He felt a bit guilty, as if caught doing something bad. Which technically was the case, he could deduct his wording wasn't quite right, but he couldn't take it back now. A few more seconds passed before he opened up his mouth.

"Right. ... Sorry." God, why did Scott have to be so awkward?

You sighed, resting your chin on his chest, your gaze examining his, desperately trying to avoid your eyes.

"Whatever, it's the alcohol," defeated, you tried to at least save some of the situation you pushed him to fall into, "forget about what I said."

Scott's brows scrunched in an uncomfortable scowl. "Ugh..." You were kind of surprised at the sudden change of tone, did he get annoyed by you?

"Sorry, I'm- I dunno." He fumbled with his words, getting you even more dumbfounded. You patiently waited for him to continue.

"I'm-" He repeated, as if prolonging his response, "Not- Sure what to do now." He cringed.

A small, unsure yet amused and self-deprecating smile appeared on your face. "I made things awkward. Only thing to do there is to forget about it, Scott."

"No-" He began, almost biting his tongue for voicing his thoughts, "I mean- I made things awkward."

"... Did you?" You asked, pushing him to spill out more of what he meant.

"Yes-" He put his arms behind his head to act as a pillow, unsure what else to do with them. "I could have said it differently."

You tilted your head, "What would it change? You don't like me that much, it's fine." You sighed, choosing to let go off beating around the bush. He morphed his mouth into a shut, straight line.

"I- I don't know if I like you that much..." He confessed, still on the fence about talking such vulnerable topics. You were drunk, he was not - he's gonna remember the awful uncertainty of today's heart-to-heart, you might not. "I never thought about it."

You stared at the stupid star picture on the shirt he always wore, intently listening to his voice.

"But- You're always there for me, I like you. I like spending time with you. It's just- hard." He tried to put his train of thought in clear order, it was even harder for him to describe his feelings. "I dated Kim, I thought I liked her, but then we kinda... stopped?

You were aware of their previous relationship, you knew how bitter it left Kim - well, bitter than she usually is.

"And- I really don't want that to happen here. With you. I like Wallace, he's a good friend, but if a relationship would make things awkward between us, I think I'd have to move out of Toronto. And I don't have the money for that." He deadpanned, only halfly joking. His dramatics made you chuckle.

"You're already awkward as hell, Scott" you said, amusement remained on your features.

"Yeah, see!" He exclaimed, as if to accentuate his point.

"It doesn't matter, though. I mean, I grown used to it. It's kinda... charming." Your sudden compliment caused his ears to tint red. "But, as I said, It's like, cool, if you see me as only a friend. I mean, we've been friends since a long time, why should it change..." You added somberly. Scott's brows furrowed once more, this time in a more thoughtful manner.

"What if we were to date, just for a day?" He studied your face, searching for any indication of approving of this idea. You laughed.

"Date for a day? Why?"

"...To see if it wouldn't affect our friendship...?" He answered, his voice small. "If- If it turned out good, we could continue, right?"

You sighed, almost appalled at his suggestion, yet not surprised. Such a typical Scott thing to come up with.

"Not one for commitment, huh?"

"Not one for ruining another relationship I have," he muttered, embarrassed for having to spell it out.

You thought over every possible outcome of your response, still not fully sure what even would be the right answer. After at least a minute of your mulling, you exhaled, gaining a sudden spike of spontaneity. "Sure."

"Wait, really?" He looked at you, taking a moment to fully process what's going on.

"Yeah. If you wanna date for a day, I can try it." You knew how desperate you were, not really caring about it. You were still gonna remain friends after this, you'd make sure of it. So, why not.

"... Cool." He responded, overwhelmingly uncertain how to proceed now.

"Does it like, start now, or tomorrow?" You asked, a bit entertained by the logistics.

"Uh... It can- start now, I guess. Until tomorrow. Or- Another day, since I assume you're gonna be hungover...?" He tried to navigate through his less than perfect plan, getting a chuckle out of you.

"Yeah, probably. That's very caring of you," you smirked, now feeling a bit playful. Alcohol made your head pretty clear of worries, choosing to just stay in the moment. There was still time to regret your current actions later, after all.

Scott stayed unmoving, lack of direction really messed with his confidence. It wasn't as overwhelming as if it could have been, given you two saw yourselves in far more embarrassing situations, but it was surely a bit too personal for his comfort.

In all honesty, your confession wasn't really that outrageous to Scott. Truth be told, even though he never dwelled on those thoughts, the idea of you two dating wasn't as unappealing to him. I mean, you already acted like two peas in a pod, it was cool to have another person who sincerely enjoyed hanging with him, was never too mad to cut contact. Just like Wallace, but a bit different. Wallace still showed his moments of being angry at him, but you, somehow, never did. Did you have the patience of an angel? Probably. He was kind of surprised you managed to put up with him, after all this time, and still valued him so deeply to the point of wanting to have a relationship. He was always aware of being a bad boyfriend, if not person at times. So why did you care?

Only thing that kept the idea of you dating at bay was the possibility of him screwing up. Because he knew he could, and he probably would. But you seemed... Different. Too perfect to even exist. Obviously, you had flaws like every other person, but in comparison to him, you were too good. Some could even say, out of his league.

Thinking about it now, you weren't even unattractive. He didn't think about it often, but you weren't ugly, by any means. Not to Scott, at least. He was quite surprised at how did you managed to stay single for enough time to ask him out.

"So..." Your voice led him out of his head, breaking his slowly flooding sea of doubts. "You wanna, do something?"

"Do what?" He looked at you, not so assured. You were drunk, he didn't wanna use you.

"Make-out?" You suggested, feeling slightly coy, but it wasn't as atrocious as other things you might have had in mind at times. He thought about your offer a bit too quickly to be considered fully mindful or responsible, but at least he tried to be.

"... Okay." He responded, raising his body to lean his back against the wall, pulling you up with him. You were now sitting on his lap, hands lightly pressed against his chest for support.

You started by reaching your hand to hold his cheek. He leaned into the touch slightly, closing his eyes, expecting the feeling of your lips on him pretty soon. It didn't take long for you to fulfill his wish. You wasted no time, quickly evolving the kiss into a blown out makeout session. He didn't complain, slowly reaching his hand to brush against your side, at first only one, the other one soon joining. His flimsy hands exploring your waist were as awkward as you expected, but it was just what you craved as well. Your stupid, best friend, Scott, with his stupid, charming mannerisms. You had a questionable taste in men.

Even though you were in the active process of sucking his tongue, it didn't go any further than that. You knew better, at least when it came to regret, you could say you didn't go all the way, making the fall hit less harder. But for now, you didn't wanna think about that, it was all good, for the moment.

You didn't know how much time has passed since you started, but after a full night of partying, you started to feel a bit tired. You wanted to continue, but the sleepiness caught you at the worst moment. You pulled away, leaving Scott hazily open up his eyes and huff, missing the feeling. He looked at you askingly.

"Sorry to break the fun, but I'm feeling too eepy," you explained, eyelids half closed.

"Oh. That's fine. Of course." He slid his hands lower, merely resting them at your hips, just because it was comfortable. His disappointment was only slightly visible, but he knew it was the time to stop. "Did you- uh, enjoy it?"

"Obviously." You confirmed, a lazy smile remained on you.

"Yeah. Me too." He added, only half awkward - the other part of him was kinda proud, even, for figuring out this simple thing. Guess he did like making out with his best friend, after all.

You shuffled your body to the side, taking up the free space on the futon, giving Scott a moment to lower himself as well. You were both lying down, facing each other. Even though you just finished making out, it didn't feel as awkward as you both thought it'd be. As if it was a regular occurence.

"Wanna cuddle?" You offered, gaining Scott's attention quite quickly.

"Yeah," he responded, scooting over to you. You comfortably draped your arm over his waist, snuggling closer. His hand was gently resting on your shoulder as he turned his body to lay on his back.

"...You know, it doesn't feel as bad." He commented, almost as if reassuring himself, if not you. "I thought dread would come over me by now, but it still kinda, didn't??"

With closed eyes, you still groggily kept up an amused smile, "well, glad you don't feel that way." You nuzzled into him, thinking of another important matter. "Let's see if you feel the same tomorrow. And, tell me, if you don't. Serious."

"Yeah, yeah, alright," he muttered, albeit not as scared of the future as he used to be. He felt kinda hopeful, even.

You were ready to step into the dreamland, until Scott's voice pulled you back to reality once more, "wait, what if Wallace comes home? Do we like, tell him about it, or-"

"Wallace's out for the night, probably til afternoon," you mumbled, halfway asleep, causing Scott to squint his eyes, trying to figure out why were you so sure of Wallace's whereabouts.

"How do you know that?"

"Because he specifically left the house so you and I could have a talk," you clarified, a bit incoherent, yet still clear enough for Scott to make out your words.

"...What?" He tilted his head.

You sighed, a bit annoyed having to explain yourself while the sleep was calling your name, yet patient enough to remain calm, "Wallace finally convinced me to make a move. He knows."

"Oh. Okay." He blinked, it finally clicked in his brain. Of course Wallace knew it before him.

"Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, of course- ... Night."

. . .

"Rise and shine, lovebirds!" The harsh light from the outside world caused you even a greater headache than Wallace's singsong voice as he opened the door, letting the uninvited sun hit you in the eyes.

Both you and Scott groaned, putting a hand over your eyes at the same time.

"Unless it didn't go as planned?" Wallace examined you both, coming to a positive conclusion after seeing you cozied up against each other. "But from what I see, I think it went alright. Knew you had it in you, Y/N," he smiled, casually taking off his coat.

"Wallace, you were supposed to be back by noon...?" You looked at the time, squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the unforgiving brightness.

"It's 6:30 PM."

[alsmailbox]

Please dont cry little one

This is chapter 1 of my au😃 hooray uhh yeah 😎

Tws:mentions of alcohol and reader has abusive parents because lore logic

S/n stands for siblings nam

Y/n says ninja turtles instead of

the full name

G/n reader

Some misspellings and bad grammar

Chapter 1

It was a normal day, well at least for you your routine stayed the same like it had been ever since you were 3. You would get dropped off by your aunt from preschool, than your parents would yell and hit you for punching a kid square in the face. What can I say he was being a jerk!

So you would lock yourself in your room and watch your favorite show. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, pretty long title for a 6 year old to read am I right? You always thought you were cool for being able to read earlier than everyone, even if you got bullied and got called a nerd, geek, weirdo and smartass.

So there you were sitting on the dirty stained carpet of your room, sitting in front of you and your older siblings bunk bed. They hadn’t gotten home yet

Since they walked home. You decided to go on your tablet playing games till you eventually bore yourself out. So you grabbed the remote to the small tv on the dresser fill with stained old and wrinkled clothes. Scrolling till you finally found (app to watch rottmnt on) putting on your favorite show.

Making small comments and laughing at the small jokes and remarks. But this specific day it was a little weird. Because every once in while every time you giggled or commented, it was almost like they heard you. The four mutants acting strange. Stranger than they usually were in the tv show. Whatever your sibling had come home anyway. So you turned off the tv opening the door and running to give them a bear hug, causing the both of you to almost lose balance from the impact.

“Hey y/n, it’s nice to see you to.” Your sibling had said a soft smile on their bruised face, Like they always did. “S/n! Do you wanna watch ninja turtles?” You said excitedly practically jumping up and down. “I can’t right now small fry I have to think about what we can eat for dinner, but hey I was able to snag some ham on the way here! So I was thinking maybe a ham sandwich?” They said pulling out the pack of ham that looked like it was stolen from the deli down the street.

It was for sure to be found and eaten by your drunk parents if you don’t hide it behind something like a pack of beers they haven’t opened yet. But we just have to wait and see what happens “Sure! I haven’t had a ham sandwich in like a gazillion years!” You said over exaggerating the gazillion part. “We haven’t had a ham sandwich in a day, don’t be so dramatic.” Your older sibling said rolling their eyes and softly smiling in a teasingly matter.

After the sandwiches were prepared your sibling and you took the plates to your room. Closing the door behind you quietly, as to not wake up your parents that would for sure have a hangover when they got up.

After getting settled in and sitting down on the floor infront of your beds, you and your sibling turn on the tv putting on your favorite show eating your sandwiches laughing and giggling at every stupid joke in the show. Although like earlier the 4 turtles were acting really strange and it seemed like your sibling had noticed. After you finished your sandwiches your sibling turned the tv off and you helped each other with your nightly routines.

“Okay y/n we have to go to sleep.” Your older sibling said in a somewhat stern voice. “Please just one more episode!” You begged them tugging on their pajama shirt. “Okay okay fine one more episode and then we have to go to bed or else mom and dad will get mad at us, okay?” Your sibling had finally gave in after you gave them your most precious puppy eyes. “Yay!” You had cheered quietly as to not be heard by your parents.

After your sibling turned the tv on and put the volume on low, halfway through the episode you fell asleep. The last thing you remember was seeing the tv screen illuminating infront of you and your siblings beds.

All of this was copy and pasted from my notes app so if it’s a little weird it’s probably because of that. But anyway this chapter was shorter than I thought but here ya go, I might start working on chapter 2 in awhile idk when yet tho because I have to work on school but I’ll get chapter 2 done as soon as I can😅 and this is my first time like actually putting one of my works on here I’m still not sure abt the name yet

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Charming Eyes

Notes: based on this Cherry’s Harvesting request where Anon asked for Trey, Azul, Deuce and Floyd (and whoever else I wanted) to discover that Reader’s very dark-brown eyes (nearly black) could be actually brown if you shine light directly into it. And then they fall more in love with Reader~ I used Lilia instead of Trey and Azul at that time, so now they’re here too yay &lt;3

Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto x gender neutral reader / fluff headcanons / reader has dark brown eyes / use of “you” pronouns

Earlier that day, Trey had invited you in Heartslabyul to try out an old Clover family recipe. He planned to present this recipe to Riddle in order to expand the menu options at the Unbirthday Parties — if the Queen of Heart’s rules allowed, of course. And since Trey wanted to spend time with you, he asked for your help;

One of the first things to do was checking the egg cartons. Trey learned a trick in Magicam that consisted of using the cellphone’s flashlight over the shells to find out if the egg was good — the light would show an orange yolk — or bad — the inside would reveal to be dark. But, just as he turned on the flashlight, you crouched near the counter to take a look at the eggs;

Trey got terrifically surprised when the light flashed through your eyes and revealed, for a very brief moment, that behind your normally coal-black irises, it was the most beautiful shade of cocoa. Trey turned off his phone’s flashlight quickly, however. He didn’t want to blind you or anything;

But it still was a stunning discovery. During the preparation of the recipe, you commented on how it was a normal effect that the light had on your eyes. But so rare were the occasions that some strong light was cast upon them that you were sure hardly anyone noticed that your eyes had this effect;

And you sure couldn’t imagine the impression this would leave on Trey. He thought about it for a long time. So, he was one of the few people who knew? Trey felt special, although it was extremely embarrassing to admit it. He wasn’t very versed in romance, and this situation sounded like some of the honeyed things that he heard his parents saying to each other — and maybe he wasn’t that far behind;

As the days went by, Trey became more attentive to your eyes when you went out together in very sunny places or where the overall ambient light was quite strong. He hoped to see the glorious brown in your eyes again. Any day, any time;

It seemed almost natural that this was a unique effect of yours, reflecting your nature. You often keep things about yourself deep in your soul. Trey understood what that was like better than anyone else. He looked normal, too, but he could be unpredictable. Or rather, he seemed crazy, but he was in fact quite average;

You could pick up on that whenever you stared at him — meanwhile, he would look at you just as subtle and passionately. Trey’s eyes were golden as butter, soft like honey. Sweet and salty, mixed in the ceramic bowl that was his face. He would have died laughing at the comparison if he had listened;

You cooked together again, but this time at the Ramshackle. It was a pastry that Trey insisted on teaching you to make, called “Hatter’s eye” — an invention of his uncle, who was an oculist. It was worth the joke, you’d to say. It seemed complicated to do but it turned out to be pretty simple;

Finally, you tried the pastry when you two finished making it and it was really delicious. It looked like an eye inside a hat — honestly, the taste was better and easier to digest than the eccentric appearance. You turned around excitedly to thank Trey for the experience, your eyes shining like fireflies at night;

Then Trey ended up remembering something that was kind of obvious from the beginning: whether it was the black shadows of your eyes or their dark chocolate brown hue over the light, your gaze was beautiful in every way. That’s because it was you he was staring at deep down. And Trey could tell he just kept falling deeper down his heart’s rabbit hole, head over heels in love with you.

Sitting on his VIP office couch and reading a magazine full of interesting advertisements, Azul waited for your arrival so you both could dine in the Mostro Lounge that evening. It was a date in its humblest form — if “humble” could be used with the octopus merman. But without any warning, you soon rushed in, completely exhausted and practically collapsing on his lap;

You scared the living daylights out of Azul with that. But if anything, with the day’s fatigue weighing on your shoulders, you didn’t mind him and got distracted by the round ceiling lamp above — it was only really visible if you were in that position. It lit up the office while the little lamps on the shelves did the rest. It was in this mixture of several different lights that Azul noticed something in your eyes;

A discovery simply unimaginable! Your eyes were usually so dark that Azul found himself wondering if there could exist humans with shark-like eyes. But, right there under that bright light, he came across a shade of brown hiding in the depths of your gaze, like a ship full of treasures resting on the sea;

Because staring too long at the light was starting to hurt your eyes, you sat more appropriately next to Azul. He was still surprised, yet disguised it well. Even though he was no longer in the old-fashioned business of rolling you into contracts, there was something about this tiny piece of information that delighted him;

How many people knew your eyes had this ability? Your friends? Just your family? Would he be a humble lucky one among your acquaintances? Eventually, Azul brought it up again and you explained things better — and yes, he really was the only one in the entire NRC who noticed the fact;

It was inevitable that Azul would feel indebted to you in some way. What could he do anyway? He discovered a special secret about you unintentionally, even if it wasn't this big shock he was making it seem like it was;

In short, that was how you ended up being called to the Mostro Lounge, at its night after hours. Azul decided to “pay” an exchange for his discovery in the form of showing you again what his octopus form looked like. He was inside the huge aquarium on the wall — half hidden while you didn’t arrive, a little unsure if it really was a good idea this situation he created for himself;

From your own part, you were more scared to find out the real, crazy reason you were there than at the sight of a half-octopus boy in front of you per se. As you approached each other — well, as you could since there was a wall of reinforced glass between you — you stared deep into Azul’s eyes and he, into yours;

The merman’s blue eyes seemed like a mixture of the crystalline blue of his human form and the slight eye opacity of certain octopus species — perhaps that's why his vision worsened when he took the potion to the surface;

From his point of view, on the other side, the lights in the lounge added a bluish marine effect to the brown color of your eyes. Azul was already completely in love with you but, it was as if you only convinced him more that he was in the right direction with each new conversation. Not as if you were selling your love, but as a confirmation. He had no doubt of his feelings for you;

But, in all honesty, Azul always knew that you were a rare pearl. This from the first time he faced you, trying to investigate your mysterious black-ink eyes to the present day. And don’t think that this wouldn’t continue in the future too. Azul loved you for who you were, the real person behind your eyes. And you thought the same about him.

| Special notes: as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't exist a pastry called "Hatter's eye" lol but now that I came with the concept, I'm curious about how it would look like and the taste... |

[repeatsquared]

A Life for a Life - 10

Chapter 9 Recap: A dinner at a curry shop could lead to a lot of things, the most unsuspecting of which being a number handed to Alex from a woman at another table. They returned to their home, relatively uneventful save for another small panic attack that was easily coaxed by Claec, and settled in calmly for the night.

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Trigger Warning: Threats

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Alex sat curled up in bed. They sported their usual pajamas, swaddled in a heap of blankets, knees to their chest and phone only inches from their face as their thumbs jabbed at the buttons on the screen, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room.

It had been nearly ten minutes at that point, and they still struggled to send a message. The now crumpled receipt that had been handed to them a few hours prior sat discarded on their nightstand, no longer necessary with the scratchy phone number implanted in their phone. They couldn't remember the last time they had been the first person to initiate an actual conversation with a stranger, let alone one that could possibly be flirting with them, and their texting skills really reflected that.

"Hey I'm Alex, from the restaurant earlier. Sorry for staring at you. What's your name?"

A pause, reading the message three times over.

Delete, delete, delete.

"Hello, my name's Alex. Thanks for the number. What's your name?"

Delete, delete, delete.

"Hey, this is the person from the curry shop. My name's Alex, what's your name?"

They groaned, dropping the phone into the heap of blankets and letting themself fall onto their side, staring at the wall instead of the screen. Maybe it was best not to message her.

It had been nearly four hours since Claec had left. His words and actions through the day rang through their head, and Alex found themself cringing whenever they thought of the break room. That icy pain of being controlled, the way their entire body shut down at the will of one person. Thinking about it made them feel sick, and so they pushed that thought away.

See you tomorrow stayed trapped in their mind. Hopefully the villain would simply watch from a distance from then on, rather than a mere foot away. It would be nice to hope for that, at least.

The sound of a p-ting! from their phone pulled them from their thoughts. Alex reached out, grabbing it and turning the still-illuminated screen to see what it was.

Their eyes snapped open, and their mouth went dry, realizing they must have bumped the send button as they dropped their phone. What did little to comfort them was the existence of a new message, just under the one they had sent.

"Hey hey! I'm Jasmine, ntmy! Srry if it was weird but I thought you were spr cute and wanted to chat."

Alex blinked a few times, reading the message once, twice, three times, then four, before a grin broke out on their face. She thought they were cute. They felt heat rise to their cheeks, rolling onto their back as they jabbed at the screen once more.

"Not weird at all. Sorry for staring at you, you're very pretty."

They took a moment, cringing at the message.

"Sorry if that's creepy."

They watched the bubbles appear as she typed, smiling again at her response.

"Not creepy! Thank you so much! Wanna get some coffee sometime?"

"I know a good shop. I can pick you up on Thursday?"

"Yay! I'll see you there <3 "

" :D "

They laughed at themself for the final message, shutting off their phone before dropping it again, staring at the ceiling with a smile. She thought they were cute.

"Heyo, Alex!" The call made them freeze, their body going stiff as they turned their head, watching as Lucas marched towards them. They had only just stepped onto their floor, barely getting out of the elevator before being yelled for. Surely it was over the assignment they didn't finish.

Lucas tried to look friendly enough, but he was stiff, moving quickly. His eyes were dark and angry, despite the forced grin. Worst of all? He actually used their name.

"My office, yeah? Let's chat for a second." He threw an arm over their shoulders, dragging them back into the elevator and nearly punching a button. Two floors up.

They stood in silence, fidgeting with their hands, staring at the cold metal of the elevator floor. It was odd, but they found themself wishing for Claec's presence. Maybe that alone would be enough to keep Lucas from exploding too much at them. Or worse.

The lift chimed far too quickly, and they were back to being dragged through by their shoulder. Alex avoided looking at the wandering eyes of people in the cubicles, just keeping pace with Lucas as they were pushed into the office. The walls were made of glass, but covered by thin blinds. Any light came from the massive window facing over the streets of Isola, and an industrial fixture in the ceiling. It changed any warm glow into a harsh white.

At the head of the office was a large desk, made of a dark wood. Neat stacks of paper lined the right side, while the left housed Lucas' laptop and a fake plant. There were three cushioned chairs positioned in front of the desk, and filing cabinets lined the walls.

It was a nice office, one he had bragged about nonstop when he first got the promotion, which promptly sucked any warmth from the environment. Especially now. Alex felt cold, despite the adrenaline pumping through their body. They just stood, and waited, watching Lucas pace back and forth behind the desk.

"How'd the numbers go?" He hummed, leaning against the desk with one hand, the other positioned on his hip. When Alex opened their mouth, he held up a hand, dropping the smile. "Shut up, I know you didn't do them. I know you're a massive fuck up, but this? Seriously?" He spat out the words, his voice low but that did nothing to hide the bite in his tone.

Alex stayed silent that time, and was pleased with their decision when Lucas decided to keep talking.

"It was a really simple job, it would've taken an hour at the most. But you just had to go and be selfish. Now we've got an angry client, because someone couldn't be bothered to finish their work!"

"It wasn't my work!" Alex shouted, their face going pale the moment the words left their lips. What the fuck were they doing?

"I'm sorry, I really think I misheard you," Lucas laughed, slowly pacing around the desk and towards Alex. "The fuck did you just say to me? I think I heard 'Sorry sir, I'll get it done right away.'"

Alex heaved a breath, clenching their fists at their side. Then let them go with a sigh. "I'll get it done." They murmured, refusing to make eye contact. They cringed when Lucas pinched their cheek, hard, tugging a bit with a grin.

"There you go," He hummed and pat their head, before shoving their shoulder back towards the door. "Get the hell out of my office before you stink it up anymore. And that file had better be on my desk in 30 minutes, or I'll fucking destroy you."

He sounded far too cheerful when he said that. But Alex nodded anyways, turning and silently leaving the room. They wanted to break down crying, desperately ignoring the eyes boring into them as they marched towards the stairwell. They wanted to cry, scream, punch a wall. They were angry at Claec for not being there to "protect them" like he had promised, angry at themself for not holding their ground, angry at Lucas for being so unfair.

They got to their cubicle all too soon, not even pausing as they saw the green-themed villain sitting in the extra chair at their desk. He turned and waved with a smile, though quickly stopped at Alex's expression.

"What happened?" He demanded, standing up and stepping in front of them, blocking off the chair.

"Move, I have work to do," Alex wanted to sound angry, but their voice was far too shaky. If anything it sounded like they were going to cry.

"No. No, what happened?" Claec grabbed onto their shoulders, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs. Alex didn't feel that icy cold that they grew to accustom to Claec's abilities. Under any other circumstance, they would have appreciated the genuine support. At the moment, they were too wrapped in their own head to really even process it.

"You happened!" They whimpered, nearly choking on their words as tears dribbled down their cheeks. "You just had to threaten me and- and persuade me to leave, I thought he was going to beat me again, I thought-"

"Stay here," Claec suddenly pushed, though the motion was surprisingly gentle. Alex landed in their chair, eyes wide now as Claec stormed off.

"Wait. Wait, I-"

"It'll be fine!" Claec called, marching straight to the stairwell that Alex had come from.

Most of the eyes in the office were on him, watching until the door shut, before snapping back to Alex, still stunned and silently crying at their desk. They wanted to curl into a ball and die, holding their face in their hands and heaving shallow breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down.

Was he really going to kill Lucas? Beat him up? Use his powers to scare him? If he did that he would out himself, and then maybe kill them out of... something. They didn't even know what scenarios they were trying to conjure, but none of them were good.

Alex waited. Five minutes, then ten, constantly shooting glances at the door, but Claec didn't emerge. They also couldn't hear screaming or shouting or any sign that the two had gotten into a fight. Maybe it was alright? But what could they do about it anyways?

They gathered themself, grabbing the manila folder and flipping through. Just inputting numbers, nothing intense. Hopefully it would set them on the right page with Lucas to preserve their job and the integrity of their face, and it would keep them distracted while they waited for Claec to come back.

He was gone for nearly an hour, and in that time Alex was able to get the work done, as well as some other menial tasks they had been pushing aside. Claec caught their attention with a small tap on their shoulder, a grin plastered on his face.

"Handled," He plopped into the chair, resting his chin on his hand and eyeing the computer screen. "So, what are we doing?"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I'm waiting to shadow you more."

"What did you do?"

Claec heaved a sigh, turning to make eye contact with them. He dropped the smile, but still only looked annoyed. "You keep asking me that like you really want to know the answer. You wanna risk that guilt?"

Alex clenched their jaw, staring him down for a moment, before turning his attention to his computer. "Here's where we input reports."

The rest of the day went on slowly, and with little to no events. Claec seemed to put more effort into understanding the database, and took some work off of Alex's plate to do on his own. If Lucas came down from his office, Alex didn't notice and wasn't bothered by him, or anyone else for that matter. The curiosity of what had happened for that hour nagged at them, but if Claec really did do something horrible, they most definitely did not want to know.

"We should probably get you moved to your own desk," They eventually murmured, eyeing the floor for any open spots. It would be weird for them to share the same cubicle for more than a day or two.

"That sick of me already? Ouch," He clicked his tongue, drumming his fingers on the desk. Claec had taken to laying his head on the desk, somehow managing to keep watch over the screen and type almost effortlessly. "I'm comfortable here."

"Your comfort isn't exactly my concern," Alex heaved a sigh, leaning back in their chair. "Do you see anyone else here sharing a cubicle?"

"Maybe they just don't have what you and I do," Claec paused his typing for a moment, locking eyes with Alex and shooting a playful grin when their cheeks flushed. "You text that girl?"

They let out a breath, returning their gaze to the computer screen as they typed away at a report. "I did. We're meeting for coffee."

"When?"

"Later this week I think. Haven't settled on a day," They continued working, refusing to look at Claec, despite feeling his eyes bore into the side of their head. They didn't want to say exactly when it was happening, mostly out of fear of him showing up.

Thankfully, he dropped it, going back to his own work silently. And so the rest of the day progressed. They both wrapped up with the majority of work about an hour before the end of the day, resting into mindless chatter, just waiting until 5:30 so they could leave.

Come 5 o'clock, Alex looked up at a soft call of their name, stiffening at the sigh of Lucas. He stared off to the side, fidgeting with his hands behind his back, a very faint pink dusting lined his cheeks.

"You're fine, I just-" He looked down at Claec, his eyes snapping away almost instantly to settle on Alex. "Caleb explained what happened, and I wanted to... apologize for being so rash earlier. And harsh. You are-" Another pause, and his jaw stiffened. "You're a great worker, and a good person. Thank you for... being patient with me." He sounded almost like he was reading off of a poorly memorized script. "So, yeah. I'm sorry, and it won't happen again."

He stared for a moment, then almost immediately turned to walk away, not even acknowledging the shocked "Thank you!" that Alex managed to squeeze out, watching him go.

Claec nodded, seeming pleased. He didn't explain anything, just smiling at Alex and gathering his things.

"Curry?"

Chapter 10.5

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I know that the last two chapters have been relatively uneventful, and this one is sort of all over the place, but it's going somewhere, I promise! Thanks again for all of the support! If anyone has comments on the story or suggestions on anything else you'd like to see from me please let me know! <3

[collegetennisoriginstory]

I wanted to throw in my opinion on the Trans MC if you want it! Option 3 would be a lot of extra writing and coding, so I get that it wouldn't be a decision made lightly and it would be added pressure to get it right and it's a sensitive topic for sure. I will say that if you chose to go this route tho, it would make a huge difference and mean a lot to us. I'm a trans athlete, and the lack of representation can be really discouraging. It's time like these where we are receiving so much hate, especially when it comes to sports, that allies could really step up and make a difference. Reading can really open people's minds! It may be difficult and uncomfortable, and take extra work, but that's our everyday tbh. We out here living on hard mode 😂 that's just my thoughts on the matter but I will respect you and read your story either way. Much love 🏳️‍⚧️♥️

Hey! Thank you so much for sending this! This gets long, forgive my wordiness.

First off, I really feel your statement to the bone, the part about how allies could step up and make a difference, and how positive rep in media, games etc. is insanely important.

So many stories, TV shows, movies have shaped my experience of being queer and POC, and while some of them have been nice just so I could see someone like myself being represented, the ones that really made an impact are of course the ones where these identities were explored in a sensitive, thoughtful way. (When I watched Saving Face for the first time at 17, about a queer Chinese American doctor, I bawled my eyes out and dont think I've been the same since).

I would absolutely love if CT:OS/my IFs could do this for trans athletes too.

I've seen/heard so many worrying statements about trans athletes (both in real life and in the media)—and it makes me so sad.

Some that really get me really riled up are: The idea that a trans athlete's accomplishments mean nothing because they "have an unfair advantage" (or putting it down to "just hormones" or whatever instead of recognizing the hardwork, skill, and dedication behind EVERY successul athlete, trans or not). Or the idea that trans athletes shouldn't get to choose to be trans if they want to be athletes. Or the idea of policing trans athletes' bodies or forcing them to undergo surgery in order for them to be "valid"...

Well, FUCK THAT. FUCK those people.

If my IF can help celebrate trans athletes, and combat/shut down the really harmful (and ignorant) rhetoric out there? I'd love to do that.

But since I am not trans myself, it feels doubly, triply important that I wade really carefully here. I'd really need to spend time making sure I like and can stand behind what I'm putting out. I don't think it'd be responsible representation, otherwise!

I'm not really a perfectionist about my writing and that's how I make progress on my IFs while working a full time job. I'm more the... "slap shit tgt, get it out there, get feedback and edit if I feel like it" kind of writer. And I don't think I'd be able to finish CT:OS / Merry Crisis any other way. But when it comes to race, gender, and sexual identity? I really. Really. Wanna get things right.

(I rewrote that Rayyan convo about being a POC athlete with Deepal so many times haha and it was already marginally less scary, since I am a POC athlete.)

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I agree it's so goddamn important to have trans stories, and rep, especially in sports, where views are often so toxic and polarized.

But I don't think I know yet whether I see my IF being more a simple "yay, trans rep" kind of space or an actual deeper exploration of what it means to be a trans athlete. I was quite prepared to add the option to be trans (+ any accompanying scenes etc.) when I have the complete CT:OS 1st draft, but I was also toying with the idea of just putting something imperfect into the game earlier.

Faced with indecision, I've opted for: procrastination. I am still waffling, but it was helpful to hear what you guys think. Thank you so much for your message.

Lots of love, keep being awesome ❤️

[kats-bullshit]

Watching Brazil gp 2016

and my comments (mostly just me crying over Max and a lot of emojis, don't expect any wheel knowledge)

Max looks so young 😭

can't believe it, they're actually praising Max 🤯

GP sounds exactly the same 😂

6 laps and the safety car is still there, when will the fun begin? 😔

Toto looks so fucking young wtf

why is Max as VES on the timesheet instead of VER? (oh, apparently someone else had VER (reverse driver?))

intermediates with so much water still? Seems like a bad idea

the new timesheet is so much better, you can't see shit on the old one

Sebastian! That looked scary!

brocedes trading the fastest lap. I wish I'd watched their fight live 😔

Max going into pitlane when Ericsson was there looked terrifying from far away, but from the onboard, it looked quite controlled from Max's side

Horner and Magnussen's radio at the same time, congratulations, I didn't hear either of them 😒

safety car again

KIMI NOOO

safety car again 🥲

hearing Sebastian being a bitch (rightfully of course), I wish I watched him race and be a menace live

red flag, stupid rain

wow, Carlos, you don't have to look so good, chill

young Max again 😭

another crash, I wonder if they'll drive the whole race or finish earlier

"he is very much letting Nico Rosberg know he's there" Max being Nico's nightmare is so funny to me 😂

Max looks like when you're trying to pass some a very slow-walking person on the pavement. left, right, left, right 😂

and another red flag. I should've just watched the highlights 😭

IS THAT CHARLES

Daniel ☹️

this is the worst race to watch today, I don't have the patience for this today

I'm going to take my dogs on a walk and the race will probably still be red-flagged

we're racing again, I wonder for how long (lap 29/71)

I'm literally only watching this race for that one Max's overtake on Rosberg, how long till I'll finally see it 😭

Perez in 4th so weird, who would have thought he can do that

MAX VERSTAPPEN OVERTAKING NICO ROSBERG

"What confidence! The boy just goes and finds grip everywhere else! Okay, you're going there, I'll just go somewhere else then and see how it is out there! Absolutely brilliant"

"Get in there Maxy" 😭

I've seen everything I needed 😂

Fastest lap for Max. Little truck terror at the age of 19 stressing brocedes

SHIT MAX almost crashed! Kept it on the track beautifully, but Rosberg on his ass now! He kept the second! Looks to me like Max feels way more confident in the rain than Rosberg

Max's driving looked so calm during that almost crash. I'm always in awe of how the driver can keep calm in that speed

Max 5th again bc of the pitstop :/ and again intermediates when a heavy rain is supposed to come?

one thing didn't change, drivers screaming about being pushed from the track

imagine if Nico crashed, he would kiss that championship goodbye

and we've got another crash and safety car, yay 😒 just 20 laps to go, pls

RedBull just trading intermediates and wet like socks

Max in the pits again. I wonder how the race will end, max in 16th and 23 minutes till the end of the race.

nvm, Max in 13th 🤣

The 3 RedBulls in a row looked so cool

Max in the points!

"One word to describe Max: relaxed" "He's outrageous" "it's a textbook lesson on how to drive in the rain" the commentators are praising Max so much 😭 bring this energy back, I want to hear it in 2024 😭

Daniel and Max match each other's freak fr

what the fuck did they do to the cars now, people just casually are gaining 11 positions and now they barely overtaking 😕 or maybe it's the track, ig I'll see when Brazil happens this year

so Max just pushed Sebastian off the track and no one is screaming and calling for his murder?? They were amused by the thought of the talk whether Sebastian was ahead or not?? what is going on 🤯

RedBull loves Max so much 😭

Max is on the fucking podium from 16th and he is getting praise from everyone 😭

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

Ledger!Joker Origin Story

Chapter Thirteen - There Ought To Be Clowns

Warnings: None - This one is actually kinda wholesome lol

Chapter Summary: Jack finds out that the circus has come to Gotham and decides to go as a way to pick himself up after the rough night he had.

Author's Note: I got this done fast and it's longer than the last two chapters! Yay! I was nearly in tears while writing this. Jack is so adorable my heart- 😭

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @furisodespirit

If you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know! <3

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Jack was up way too early. He’d gotten up earlier to use the bathroom, but now he couldn’t go back to sleep. All he could do was stare at the ceiling blankly, wishing he could have a normal sleep schedule. Fed up, he roused himself from his bed and threw on some clothes, stumbling into the kitchen.

It was unusually cold this morning which meant the heating units in the building were broken again. Mrs. Vernon was probably going crazy trying to get that fixed. Jack picked up his flannel from the floor and put it on to stay warm. He placed his coffee pot on the stove and brewed a batch. Once it was ready, he grabbed a mug from the shelf and poured himself a cup. 

He sat down at the table and sipped on the warm drink. Caffeine always gave him an energy boost that made him feel better after a night of little sleep. That and cigarettes.

Jack finished the coffee and stood up from the table with a yawn. He tossed the mug into the sink and grabbed his keys from the counter. He wasn’t completely woken up yet and was bored. So to change things up he decided today he would go for a morning run instead of doing it at night. 

After he put on shoes and locked up, he took the stairs down and waved to Mrs. Vernon as he passed through the lobby. Once he was outside, he took off and started with a light jog, gradually increasing his speed to wake himself up.

Keeping in mind his discoveries from last night, Jack went a different route, running towards the harbor this time. The morning air was chilly and as time went on it got slightly lighter outside as the sun started to rise. Traffic was still present but very slim compared to the night before. Jack loved quiet mornings like this.

When he finally reached the harbor, he stopped at the railing and gripped it tightly, trying to catch his breath. He looked out over the water, admiring the pinkish orange hue shimmering across it. He had to admit Gotham’s sunrises were beautiful. They were a brief moment of peace before the daily hustle and bustle of the city set in and Gotham became depressing as usual.

He took one last look at the harbor before he turned and headed back. As he ran, he noticed red flyers attached to the light poles and taped up on street corners. Curious, he stopped to see what they were about.

The flyers read: Haly’s Circus comes to Gotham City Fri. Jan. 12th and Sat. Jan. 13th. Come one come all! A silhouette of a striped circus tent was in the background. At the bottom it listed the place where the show would be held and the times.

Huh. That seems nice. Maybe I should go. I have nothing better to do. Jack thought and pocketed the flyer. 

It would be good to go out and do something instead of sitting around the apartment like he usually did. After the rough night he had, he needed something to pick him back up. Maybe even boost his mood some. He loved the circus and fairs growing up. He always went to the carnival that came to his small town every year. There was a certain allure and magic that came with it. 

One of his fondest memories was when his mother saved enough money to take him to the circus in a neighboring town when he was eight. He loved it. He remembered thanking his mom nonstop after that. The circus was all he talked about for days.

Jacqueline was just as happy. Taking delight in seeing the pure joy on her son’s face but also because Scott finally let her do something out on her own without his control.

She had little excitement in her life. She only went out to run errands and was barely allowed to go to church on Sunday. She cherished the few times she was allowed to leave the mundane. 

…

Little eight year old Jack sat in his mother’s lap, his eyes sparkling as he watched the show unfold in front of him. 

“Do you like the circus, Jack?” Jacqueline asked, smiling softly.

Jack nodded, his attention focused solely on the ring. The animals came out a few moments later. An elephant stood up on its hind legs and lifted its trunk, trumpeting loudly. 

Jack giggled at the sight. “Mama what is that thing?”

“That’s an elephant, dear.” 

“Woah…” 

Jacqueline chuckled at the awe struck look on her son’s face. His fascination only grew as the show continued, especially when the clowns came out. The colors and sights and sounds made the young boy’s head spin. 

Jack held his mother’s hand as they walked out of the tent once the show was over, bouncing with excitement. Before they got in the car, he hugged her tightly, burying his face into her chest.

“Thank you for taking me, Mama.”

Jacqueline smiled and patted his head. “You’re welcome, baby.”

…

On the way to the circus, Jack grabbed a quick bite to eat at a nearby pizza stand since had a little time to kill before he went and got a ticket. He bought two slices from the stand and brought it back to his truck. He let the pizza cool off as he drove to the red striped tent set up in the distance. 

He parked in the gravel area near the tent and left the truck running so the heat would stay. As he ate, he observed the area outside the tent. There was already a line forming and people walking around outside. He glanced at his watch. He had a little under 30 minutes before the show started.

Jack finished eating and grabbed his jacket from the passenger seat, throwing it on as he got out of the truck. He shut the door and walked towards the line, pocketing his wallet and keys. As he waited in line, he surveyed his surroundings. 

The air smelled of popcorn and fried sweets. Everything was bustling with activity. Outside the tent different food vendors and carnival games were set up. Couples walked by holding hands and children ran around playing and laughing. The vendors were busy making food and taking orders. The people running the games were calling out to the crowds, trying to get their attention.

Overall the noise wasn’t too bad. Jack hoped it would stay that way when he got inside the tent.

Soon it was his turn in line and he approached the booth timidly. It probably looked really weird to everyone else that a grown man would be here by himself. But the girl behind the counter was really friendly and didn’t seem phased which put Jack more at ease. He took the ticket from the girl and headed towards the entrance.

Once he was inside, he scanned the area for a good seat. He found one towards the top where very few people were sitting. The show would start in 10 minutes. That meant that the seats around him most likely wouldn’t fill up, much to his relief.

As he waited, he started to grow antsy. Maybe this was a bad idea. He hadn’t been in a crowd this big in a long time and he was sure the noise would bother him. Why did he decide to do this again? He was setting himself up by walking into a direct sensory overload. If he wanted a pick-me-up why didn’t he just go get ice cream or something? You gotta start out small before you move to bigger things.

Soon the lights started to dim and the show began. It was too late to turn back now so Jack took a deep breath and focused on what was in front of him. The ringmaster opened with a few words and then a trio of jugglers were introduced.

They started out with safe objects like bean bags and eggs and then it got much harder. The number of objects increased and the safe objects were replaced with knives or flaming torches.

The jugglers finished their act and then the animals came out next. Two lions, a tiger, two elephants, and a bear were all paraded through the ring. The elephant, decorated in colorful beads and a cloth draped across its back, balanced on a small ball in the center of the ring. The lions and the tiger leapt through various sized hoops the trainers held up and performed various tricks. The bear, dressed in a pink tutu and bow, was somehow riding a unicycle.

As cool as it was to see these exotic animals up close, it seemed cruel to Jack to have them in this environment. It wasn’t natural for them to live this way. He hoped that the conditions they were kept in were at least humane, unlike most circuses. Hopefully maybe this one was different.

After the animals left and the stage was cleared off, the lights shifted to a purple hue and a young woman wearing a glittery blue leotard walked out into the ring. A hoop was lowered close to the floor and the woman gracefully swung her legs through it, sitting on the hoop as it moved up higher. 

Empowering instrumental music played in the background as the woman elegantly contorted her body around the hoop. The crowd cheered as she increased the difficulty. At times she was only hanging from the hoop by her feet.

Jack found this type of sport fascinating. It was mind blowing how she was holding herself up while barely touching the hoop so high in the air. He figured it took an incredible amount of strength and agility to be able to do that.

The woman finished with a bow and walked off stage. The room went dark after that. Suddenly the lights flashed colorfully in all directions. A group of dancers entered and began their routine. Jack closed his eyes for a few moments until the flashing subsided. It would give him a severe headache if he kept looking and he didn’t want the lights to trigger anything.

He finally opened his eyes when he could tell the lights returned to normal and watched the dancers wave around colorful silks as they danced and tumbled. He was paying attention but he had to keep his eyes focused on one thing at a time. It kept him anchored through the noise and the flashing movements, all things that could easily trigger him.

The dancing act concluded and Jack breathed a sigh of relief. The spotlight shifted to a trapeze set up towards the back. At the very top stood a family of acrobats, dressed in red and green and waving to the audience. They swung from the bars back and forth across the ring, doing flips in mid air and catching each other.

Among the acrobats was a young boy that had to be no older than seven or eight. The boy was grinning ear to ear as he flew through the air, flawlessly keeping up with the others. Jack was impressed. He couldn’t fathom being able to do that at such a young age.

After the acrobats and a few more bizarre acts were done, at last Jack's favorite act came towards the end. The clowns. Several of them came out at once with painted exaggerated faces and colorful costumes.

They fumbled over themselves due to their baggy pants and big shoes. The children in the audience laughed. Jack couldn’t help but smile a little. Seeing the clowns uncovered his childhood memory of the circus once more, giving him a warm fuzzy feeling.

He admired the clowns and the artistry put into their makeup and costumes despite their silliness. Each one had different faces, different colors, different wigs, and different patterns. They were all unique in their own way and Jack found that so cool. 

Clowns could even have a symbolic meaning behind them. The makeup was like a mask. It hid their true emotions. The paint made them look like they were smiling or some other exaggerated expression but in reality behind the paint was a different emotion entirely. 

Jack could somewhat see himself in that. Appearing fine on the outside but really on the inside he was struggling. Over time, more specifically the last few years, his mask began to fall. Now just by looking at him in his sleep deprived and disheveled state, you could tell he was going through a lot.

Finally, the show ended with the entire cast and crew standing in the ring, wishing everyone a good night. Jack hopped up from his seat and quickly made it to the exit before the crowds started rushing out. This allowed him to get to the parking lot faster and pull out before the traffic picked up.

As he drove back to his apartment, Jack was actually feeling really good. He even noticed a small smile tugging at his lips. That meant his idea worked. He couldn't believe it. 

The circus was really enjoyable and Jack loved it just as much as he did when he was eight years old. But even though he liked it, he probably wouldn’t go to one again because everything in the show could’ve easily triggered him. The lights, the noise, the music, the crowd, etc. He was very surprised that he stayed calm the entire time. 

He wouldn’t put himself in a stressful situation like that again, but at least now he knew that if it was absolutely necessary he could stop himself from being affected by things that could trigger him. He felt so proud of himself. Maybe this thing was beatable after all.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge headcanon 33 !

I know I made many different headcanons for kidge's last day on earth but huh... WELL ANYWAYS:

Episode 1 season 8:

Keith was watching the sunset on the head of the black lion along with his furry friend, Kosmo...

Lance came earlier to tell him about his date with Allura and of course, he was happy for them: He knew that both had feelings for each other for a while now... But that simply reminded him of how lonely he was...

He had friends... And at the moment, he had Kosmo... But being alone during his last moments on Earth for a while brought him back to his past. When his dad died, he was alone. Always. And it was okay for him now because he couldn't do otherwise... And after years, nothing had changed, apparently... Or at least, that's what he thought...

He got down from Black's head once the sun had settled... In reality, he stayed a bit longer...

He had nothing to do. Just going home in the cold desert. Plus, he had no electricity and nothing to eat for tonight... But again, it was fine for him because he couldn't do otherwise...

As he was walking in the Garrison, without a purpose, he heard some footsteps coming from the other side of the hallway... Walking directly in his direction... His gaze then met Pidge's as she stopped in front of him.

"Keith?..." she said as if it was the first time she saw him in years... "What are you still doing here?"

"Well, I was heading home now..." He sighed as Kosmo approached Pidge to get pats.

She caressed Kosmo's head with a soft smile and then raised her eyes towards Keith again; "Are you spending your last day on Earth alone?"

"Well... Yeah. Shiro is having dinner with his grandpa... So basically, It's just gonna be me and Kosmo tonight. No big deal, I guess," he admitted, sounding a bit down.

"Aw, that sucks! I heard your place doesn't have electricity either. You're gonna freeze!" she said, concerned.

"Yeah, but it's just for one night, so I'll survive," he replied in a desperate sigh.

She frowned. "How can you say that? What are you even gonna eat?"

He thought for a moment. "I have no idea... Maybe some leftovers if I can find any."

"Gosh, that sounds kinda sad," she said, her worry evident.

"Don't worry too much about it. It's just one night in my life," he reassured her.

"I'm not letting you go through this alone! Come to my place! My mom's cooking dinner tonight, and her food is amazing. Don't tell Hunk, but her cookies are even better than his!" she exclaimed with a mischievous grin.

"I don't wanna be a bother... It's a family dinner," he replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Who said that it was a family dinner? You're not bothering us at all. I'm sure my family would be happy to have you with us tonight. My dad used to say that we have the family we're born into and the family we choose. I guess you're part of my chosen family," she said, smiling warmly at him. "Come on, join us!"

He thought for a moment but obviously could not say no to these eyes that were staring at him... He sighed. "Fine, I'll come."

"YAY! Did you hear that, Kosmo? You're coming home with me!" she exclaimed, scratching the back of Kosmo's ear. "Oh, and by the way, you can crash at my place too. It'll be much nicer for you than going back to the desert and catching a cold before the launch..."

"Huh... I'm not sure about that..."

"Aw, come on! Just think about it and let me know later, okay? I'll quickly text my mom to let her know you're coming for dinner. We just have to wait for my dad to finish up some stuff at the Garrison before to leave."

He nodded in agreement, realizing that his plans had taken a complete 180 in less than five minutes, all because of this short, nerdy girl who he found it hard to take his eyes off of. She was actually really pretty, even if others didn't see it. He noticed the beautiful amber color of her hair, eyes, and freckles, and he found it absolutely fascinating. And not just her looks, her personality was captivating too. She had this introverted side but always stood up for herself, and she had so many other amazing qualities that it would take forever to list them all.

To put it simply, she was a smart and beautiful girl with a vibrant spirit and a huge heart. And boy, was she courageous!

How could he not admire her? Heck, how could he not ADORE her?

But despite all that, she was the Paladin he felt the least close to. They had been through a lot together, but they never really had the chance to get to know each other well. He had a unique bond with each of the other Paladins. Shiro was like a big brother to him, Lance started by being annoying but became a friendly annoyance over time (they had known each other for a while, but Keith never really minded him), and he had a few missions with Hunk where they bonded... (Keith also knew Hunk at the Garrison, but just like Lance, he had never minded before...) He even had bonding moments with Allura!

He really wanted to get to know her better. He liked her a lot and hoped to spend some time with her. But she always seemed busy, and he didn't know how to start a conversation. But now was his chance!

"Alright, my mom said you can come over for dinner and stay the night if you want," she said, putting her phone back in her pocket and looking up at him.

"That's really kind of you... But why are you doing this exactly?" he asked.

"Keith, I couldn't let you starve or freeze to death. I would be genuinely sad, especially when I know I'll be having a nice dinner in a warm house," she replied with a light giggle. "Let's go find my dad and get going."

He smiled. "Okay, let's do that."

A/n: HELLO!

(if you want the rest of this headcanon/fic, you can ask it in the comments or in the ask box as anonymous!)

I know that I don't post a lot lately, I'm sorry about that... I just have many things to do (and I don't have wifi until the 2 of January... WHICH IS MY BIRTHDAY, YES YES PLEASEEEE I WANT A KIDGE-FIC GIFT HAAA-) but anyways, know that Im still there, preparing a few stuffs and also, I will try to do some of the prompts for the kidge winter event! I wanted to do all prompts but things didn't go as planned in my personal life unfortunately... So all I've got to say is: STAY TUNED!

Also! The ask box is always opened for some asks, headcanons and whatever you want! Please, stay respectful!

I FORGOT TO SAY MERRY KIDGEMAS! 💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

Have a nice holiday and enjoy time with your family and friends! (Or alone 👍)