#I can't get over the scene where she returns to the bed

[blazingblorbos]

oh god. oh god. oh.. oh gosh. I didn't expect this so soon. I didn't expect this today, I've been busy with life related things so the HYV calendar is really unbeknownst to me, is this update really next week already?? where can I rant about this- whERe can I rant about this-

oh. I made a blog for that exact purpose ! OKAY—!

fuck. fuck me, dude holy-

FUCK.

the slightly worried look on Arle's face as Snezhevna is reaching out her hand, only for her face to seemingly revert back to cold and neutral once the camera actually focuses in on her. Her tone is cold but her words are reassuring,,,,,,,,

ALSO GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. HOW GENTLY SHE HOLDS HER HAND.

the d o o r. the DOOR. THE FUCKING DOOR, CHAT. the slow opening at first, and once you can make out that it's certainly Arle's silhouette she shoves it fully open - both doors, both hands. incredibly attractive—. the FEAR in that man's eyes.

The crossed hands. We can't see her face but you know what expression she's making (it's not really an expression. it's neutral but you can feel it). THE FUCKING F E A R ON THAT MAN'S FACE.

Oh- she literally just grabbed him by the throat. Just like that- ! There's the expression. Oh, you feel it, alright. If you go frame by frame, you'll notice her eyes narrow in the slightest right before ->

POV: you're getting chocked out by Arlecchino, and that's actually the least of your worries. (my god she is beautiful).

I did not expect him to simply be thrown down to the ground and I ... d i d not expect her to step on his FACE. [insert gay masochistic joke here. you know the one]. Did not expect her to smile (this is the ONLY scene wherein we see her smile even slightly... huh...) *And the reason I say "I did not expect her to smile", is because with the momentum we were getting I thought she was straight up going to crush his throat, or stab him (hand, weapon or otherwise). It looked like she was digging the forefoot of her shoe into the guys head and not the... .. y'know deadly fucking heel, so that.. confused me. (and the sound when she supposedly stomped his head in did NOT sound all that impactful) but ANYWAYS I digress-

I'm of course assuming more happened after the cut to black because . madam where did you get that bloodstain on you—

BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE!?!?!? (more on this in a second)

Freminet??? Freminet feature ! (not Lyney or Lynette.. interesting). :(((( the poor boy sounds so,, desensitized. His father

holy shit quick intermission. After the mental chronological fuckfest that was "The Song Burning in the Embers" I don't think I can look at Arle and the HotH the same anymore because she's.. she's like not even 10 years older than them (?) it's insane this doesn't make any sense- ANYWAYS.

HIS FATHER comes back with what we later see to be real blood on her face. Tells him "I've acquired new funds". We know what that means... HE knows what that means!!, and the way WE - THE AUDIENCE - know that Freminet knows what it means is because the boy replies "Oh.. Okay.."

LIKE-! chat omg this is truly just routine for them,,,, Like out of the 3 siblings, Freminet always gave off the biggest child assassin vibe, but wow. To see that routine and desensitized nature of the HotH's line of work just,, splayed out in a Character Trailer is . wow. and the look in his eyes as he says it is- wow.

YEAH UHH BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE??/ The lighting in this scene now is evidently less saturated. And it's just- oh my FUCKING GOD it does so many things:

the blood on Arle's face looks... dry. it doesn't look as fresh as you may expect which could mean many things. It could mean she spent,,, hella long in there with that guy doing what needed to be done. It could mean she took care of something else immediately after dealing with that guy (perhaps smth related to the children Snezhevna wanted to save). But regardless, it means she didn't put in the effort to clean her face and hide what happened. OBVIOUSLY !!! that is so . obviously her style but to S E E IT IN MY GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTER TRAILER it's- oh my god

it serves to highlight the really, truly, bleak nature of the scene now that we know plain and simple Arlecchino just killed a man. There's no subtext, there's no reading between the lines. The only thing that didn't happen is that we didn't see contact nor see a body. But, no sugarcoating, Arlecchino killed a man. No one is hiding it. You are not surprised. No one should be but damn.

and ofc it acts as a representation of Snezhevna dying...

because it seems like the saturation is back once the camera switches to looking at Snezhevna laying in bed.

And is it me, or does it look like Arle's allowing herself to actually display a tinge of worry in her expression this time? And also, EVER so slightly in her tone as well. You can feel it, it's gentler.

"Once I'm better I'll start my next mission.."

THIS. THIS!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS!

OKAY. so bear with me. I haven't actually read any of the sibling's character stories yet, so there could be a LOT of info I'm missing but:

There's still a pretty thought-provoking conversation going on (in MY mind, at least) about just how intensely these children are being trained to be soldiers for the Fatui. They're obviously in an environment that indoctrinates them into being soldiers of SOME kind, but I still don't know what kind of soldier that's supposed to be. Are they all ALWAYS extensions of the Fatui? Or are they more-so extensions of Arlecchino specifically..? Snezhevna was obviously trying to help those children she came across, and I'm assuming that happened on her latest mission, so was the mission for a charitable cause?? What was her next mission supposed to be?? Same line of work? Saving people? Or would it switch up and was she going to be sent to "take care of" (kill .) someone???

So I don't know whether to interpret that line as a hint of them being overworked and 1) feeling like they need to continue their work out of pure fear that they'll be deemed ineffective and useless... or 2) feeling like they need to continue their work out of a sense of loyalty and duty to the place that took them in and raised them. Or both..

and ofc the funeral scene. I can't say much more than what's already shown right on the screen.

and am I bugging? Or is the location of the grave....

[returnofeternity]

thinking of stumbling upon nat as she cries.

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god. this scene.

thinking of being back at the shelter for some reason, wondering why nat isn't with the rest of the girls when they return. maybe you witnessed hannah killing kodi and needed a minute to yourself to think about what the fuck just happened even though you were supposed to meet nat with everyone else.

maybe you knew that this meant that you wouldn't get out of here and you just couldn't get up. you were frozen, watching through your and nat's hut while all the hope that you had just vanished from your body. all those talks you had with nat while planning this, planning what you'd do when you got home replaying in your mind and reminding you that you could never leave this place. you don't even believe in the wilderness, but you know that Something, whatever It is, is preventing you from leaving.

you sit there for what seems like hours just feeling numb and sick. the hushed whispers of everyone as they talk about what hannah just did flowing out of one ear and into the other.

you really thought this would work, that you'd be on a plane in a few hours, back home with natalie like you always talked about. back home in a warm bed. back home where you could shower with her. back home where you could be free with her.

that's what causes you to break out of this trance of yours, blinking away your tears and getting up. your legs feel like jelly the first time you try, and you stumble a few times as you get them working and up to gen where you ask where nat is.

"i don't know. probably still back at the meeting spot." she tells you.

and you rush over there like your life depends on it.

it's already snowing lightly when you start running to her, flashes of what shauna and jackie went through in your mind. it's a bit far-fetched—you know—but you don't want to take any chances. you have to get to her.

at first, you wish you didn't. your heart hurts when you see her small form struggling to breathe as she sobs. you can't help but start doing the same.

"nat? natalie?" you say, voice breaking as you stumble closer to her. she keeps crying as you touch her shoulder, her pained sobs making you feel nauseous. "baby, it's okay. it's okay." you repeat, not even believing yourself. but you have to be okay, for natalie.

you hug her as tightly as you can, part of you only doing so to make sure she's actually there, like this isn't some part of your imagination. she weeps so hard that she causes your body to shake, and you grimace as you swallow down snot so you can try and talk to her.

"hey," you pull back, lips shaking from the sudden coldness and due to seeing your girlfriend so miserable. your thumb wipes off her tears on her cheek. "it's gonna be okay, okay? we can get through this. we'll go home, i promise you."

she continues to cry hard, the sounds of her devastating sobs causing your heart to hurt. you can barely see her face due to your own tears, but you can just make out her scrunched-up face, and that's enough to make you choke out in grief.

"i just wanted to go home." she says through broken moans, her limp hands coming up to clutch your sides, pulling you close to her again. "i thought we could do it. i thought..." she trails off, stuffing her face into your shoulder, mumbling about "home" and a "plane."

"i know, i know." you repeat, rubbing her back soothingly. both of you stay like this for a few minutes, just crying into each other.

when you finally open your eyes and blink away the tears, you spot a faint light that moves across the forest. you watch it for a moment, wondering if you had died out in the snow and that this light was coming for you. but as you squint, you see the unmistakable bounce of blonde curls.

misty.

you peel back from nat, both of your cries coming to a steady.

"look." you whisper to her, nodding in misty's direction. your eyes travel back to nat's as she looks at you for a brief second, her lashes blinking away tears before she cranes her neck to look behind where misty is.

both of your heads follow her as she walks further into the woods, curious as to what she's doing. nat grabs your hand and steps forward, wobbling a bit, and looks to you again.

"let's follow her."

[darkbluekies]

just different headcanons/scenes i'm thinking of

Hedwig playing golf and darling stays in the golf cart, eventually falling asleep because why does golf take such long time???? and Hedwig tugs her designer (probably Hermes) blanket over them between every swing, making sure to drive VERYYY carefully between holes so that darling won't wake up. She'll get them some good food at the golf club afterwards as a "thank you for coming with me and keeping me company even though you slept half of the time"

Dr Kry likes to be useful in the slightest things. Darling sits on the edge of the bed or on a chair and he kneels down on the floor in front of them to put on their shoes and tie them every time he takes them outside the hospital/house. OR kneeling down in front of them to take care of an injury in case they've fallen.

Dr Kry likes to run and swim. Darling wouldn't be allwowed to swim with him for drowning risk, but they would be allowed to run with him. In the forest, where they get some fresh air and away from eyes. Dr Kry would slow down his own tempo and make sure that darling could keep up, checking every few minutes to make sure they're doing fine.

I think Jerry secretly likes the arcade and amusement parks and loves to win small dumb things for darling. Or huge stuffed animals. Just something to make darling smile. Especially claw machines or shooting games.

Edmund would definely run away from his own castle with darling in the middle of the night to get some actual alone time, away from everyone's eyes. And if they find a lake? He'd insist on skinny dipping. "Why are you so nervous? No one will see. We can't return in wet clothes or everyone will know we've snuck off."

Silas wouldn't bother looking for darling when they're mad at him and decide to hide. He sends Otto. It takes much less time. And when Otto barks, finding Darling hiding in the attic, he'll just stand before them, towering over them with a scoff: "you're not that smart, are you? How can you hide in a house with the sharpest nose in America. Get up, let's talk like adults."

Hedwig would bring darling along for all of her appointments. Hair, nails, shopping, everything. Quality time <3 and just an excuse to show darling off ...

Jerry SWEARS that she's not jealous. She's territorial. But it always ends with someone getting killed. Or hurt. Or decorated with blood and cuts. And she's like "what? I should just have let that bitch drool all over you? Over my dead body. And theirs, too, apparently."

SIC taking darling out for a rare shopping moment, just because they've begged to get something Silas hasn't put his opinion on. Something they can choose. Little does darling know SIC records everything and Silas sees it all ... in real time.

And the kids ... because yes (color coded in who their parent is)

Someone trying to kidnap Emelie but failing miserably because SIC has taught her self defense, so she walks away unharmed, but pissed, like "this fucking idiot just ruined my entire day!"

The twins lying on their private dock by the lake with a little speaker and a picnic basket, just having a calm summers day (pre-drugged).

The Achilleos sisters being ambushed walking back to their hotel one night while on "vacation" and Emelie quickly brings out a gun, while Sierra holds a shaking Darla behing her. Emelie handles the talking, Sierra throws in impulsive comments.

Ludwig sneaking away from the castle because he's interested in what goes on in town. You've been talking about them so much during his childhood that he wants to see it with his own eyes. He dresses in a servant's clothes and talks to a few people in the town ... maybe even finding a darling of his own?

Astor COMPLETELY loosing it because he's accidentally offended his darling and is now so so scared that they'll hate him and Violet is like ...??? "just talk to them ??? explain???" while he's crying on the floor.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

He Can Do It Better

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: smut without plot (much)

Request by anon: Hi, I love your stories! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader is a bookworm and is reading a spicy book and Dean gets jealous? It can be however you want, it's just a thought in my head. You don't have to do this if you don't want to or if you're busy. Take your time, love your stuff! ❤️

Summary: Dean catches you giggling over a book, and his curiosity takes over. He has to know what you’re reading. When he gets a glimpse, he doesn’t expect to be jealous of a fictional man. Guess he just has to show you that he can do what they do, but better.

Square Filled: begging (2021) for @spnkinkbb

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3

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Dean flips the pancakes one by one onto the plate until there is a short stack standing tall. He puts the plate onto a tray alongside a glass of orange juice and French toast. He puts three pieces of bacon on top of the pancakes and leaves the kitchen with the full breakfast tray. He knows you’re not in bed, so he searches around the Bunker for you.

You’re nestled in his man cave with a blanket draped over you and a book in hand. Dean pops his head in to see you concentrated on whatever you’re reading. When you moved into the Bunker, you demanded to have a piece of the library bookshelves for your own books. What can you say? You’re a booktok girlie, and you need a place to keep all your books.

You briefly look up when you feel eyes on you, and you quickly snap your book shut and shove it under the covers. It’s too late. Dean already saw you.

“What’s got you so flustered?” he smirks and walks inside the room.

“Nothing,” you say too quickly.

Dean grins. “What are you reading?”

Heat creeps up your neck. “Nothing. What do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you were hungry for some breakfast, but now I want to know what’s got you blushing.”

“Back off, Winchester. Give me my food.”

Dean laughs and hands over the tray without question. He leans down and kisses you before leaving. When you think he’s gone, you take out your book and return to the page you left off on. He watches you with a careful eye. He has never cared what you read, but he’s definitely intrigued, especially when you start giggling to yourself.

Dean leaves you alone to finish your breakfast in peace, and he cleans the kitchen in the meantime. When he’s done, he walks past the man cave and pauses when he hears you talking.

“Yeah, I can't believe it either.” He walks closer to the room. “I mean, when he slaughtered those men for her, I was weak.”

Slaughtered? What the hell is she talking about? Dean peeks his head inside to see the breakfast tray on the ground, finished, and you’re on the phone with your book wide open.

“I bet he fucks like a God. Like sending my soul to Heaven fuck.” Dean narrows his eyes in suspicion. Who are you talking about? “He’s definitely one of my top five favorite book boyfriends. Maybe the top three. Very few can top Xero.”

Something your friend says makes you giggle, but Dean is seething with jealousy. Should he be jealous of a fictional man? Maybe. Why read about fucking when you can have it done to you by him? Calm down, Winchester. It’s just a book. Look at him, jealous of a fictional man. Well, he’ll show you just who can make you giggle and kick your feet.

Hours later, you’re out running with Sam, giving Dean the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek at the book you were reading. You left it in the man cave, and he walks into it without fear of you catching him. You just left, so you’ll be back an hour later. He picks up your discarded book and sees a bunch of different colored tabs on the side of the book. Probably put there because they’re your favorite scenes or quotes.

He opens to a random page and his eyes widen when he sees the word ‘pussy’. What the fuck are you reading? Primal kink. Choking. Spanking. Consenual non-consent. What the fuck is my girlfriend into? He’s not judging. In fact, some of these scenes are really hot, but he bets he can do them better. Dean, for the better part of the hour, reads almost every scene you tabbed.

He hears the metal door open in the war room, and he puts your book back where he found it. A smirk dons his face as he leaves, ideas already swirling in his head. If you love to read about them, then who is he to deny you the pleasure of experiencing it in real life?

A few weeks go by, giving Dean ample time to come up with this plan. He called Eileen and made sure Sam would be out of the Bunker. He’d be horrified if his brother saw what you two were about to do. Not so much Dean, but he doesn’t want to scar his baby brother.

You’re lounging on your bed when all the lights in the Bunker turn off. The red emergency light shines menacingly, and you disregard your new book.

“Dean?” you ask as you step into the hallway. “Is everything okay?” No answer, so you go searching for your boyfriend. “Dean?” You walk into the library and frown at not seeing him. What the hell is going on? Suddenly, a hard body is pressed against your back, and hands wrap around your neck gently. “Dean? What is going on?”

He normally doesn’t act like this, so he’s channeling his inner Xero, Killian Carson, and Zade Meadows. All men from books you like to read. He puts his lips to your ear and drops his voice to a deep growl.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to run and I’m going to chase. If I catch you, I fuck you.” You take in a sharp breath, and he smirks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a good girl.” If your panties weren't wet before, they certainly are now. “You have a ten-second head start. Ten.”

You don’t waste time and immediately sprint away from him as he slowly counts down. There aren’t a lot of places to hide in the Bunker, but it’s a maze, so there is plenty of space to run. As soon as Dean counts to one, you can hear his heavy footfalls behind you, and you run faster. The thought of what he’ll do to you is greater than your fear of being caught.

“I can smell your fear, sweetheart,” Dean calls out. “It smells almost as delicious as you.”

What the fuck? Is this really happening? What has gotten into him? You’re certainly not complaining, but what brought this on? Maybe you should stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment. You turn the corner and try to keep your steps light as you jog down the long hallway. The red lights don’t help your anxiety, but they add to the thrill of being caught.

The Bunker is silent. Dean is very good at making his footsteps inaudible, so you have no clue where he is. You look behind you, but don’t see anything. You turn back and scream when you see Dean standing five feet from you. He tries to grab you, but you quickly dodge his attempt and run away from him. This time, Dean doesn’t hold back. He races after you and catches you easily in the library.

“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, sweetheart?” he grins.

You squirm. “I can try.”

“It’s cute if you think so.” Dean reaches around your body and slides his hand between your legs. “What I think is that you’re about to get fucked very, very hard.”

Your pussy squeezes at the thought of him taking you raw like an animal, so you don’t complain much. However, you’re not going to make this easy for him.

“In your dreams, Winchester,” you grin.

Dean quickly picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. He storms into the bedroom and tosses you onto the bed. Before you can get away, he lowers his body against yours, and all the fight leaves you. His weight feels so good against your body, it’s almost too much to bear. He grabs your waist and flips you so that you rest on your stomach. He slides down your panties and leggings in one go, leaving you exposed to him. Your pussy lips glisten under his gaze, and he resists the urge to clean you up with his tongue.

“You and that fucking moouth of yours. It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

He slides his big hand against your ass before bringing it down harshly. You yelp at the sudden sting, but you moan when the sting turns into fire-burning pleasure.

“More, please,” you whimper.

“You want more? You’re a glutton for punishment.”

He smacks your ass two more times, once on each cheek, before massasging the hot skin. He doesn’t need to ask if this is okay. You’re body’s reaction to this is enough to tell him to keep going. He spreads your ass cheeks and admires the way your pussy cries for him. He leans down and bites your cheek, and you gasp at the feeling. He licks over his mark before moving to the other cheek. He treats it the same way before running his tongue up and down your pussy.

“Fuck, Dean, please don’t stop,” you beg.

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.” He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks it between his lips, sucking lazily on it. His fingers run up and down your split, gathering the wetness, before pushing inside of you. “You taste like Heaven.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

He thrusts his fingers in and out, gently nipping at your clit with his teeth. You bury your head in the sheets and spread your legs wider to allow more of him in deeper. He’s the musician and your body is the instrument.

“Oh, God, Dean!”

“God isn’t here, sweetheart. Beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck! Yes. Please, Dean. Let me come. I need it badly.”

You must be babbling at this point but you don’t care. All you care about is coming around his fingers and then his cock. You lift your hips and push back against his fingers, and he smirks.

“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers.” He licks at your clit once more before pulling his face away. “Does my sweetheart not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a rhetorical question, which is good because you’re too much of a mess to answer anyway. Dean remembers a quote from a book he read of yours, and he smirks as he fuck you faster with his fingers.

With his most dominant voice, he says, “In this bed, I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

He presses against the spongy side of your pussy, and you tighten against his fingers. Before you can come, he pulls his fingers from you, making you sob in grief. He grabs your hips and flips you so you’re facing him. He pulls his cock free from his jeans before giving it two swift pumps.

You’re wet enough with the very little foreplay, so he slides in easily. This is only a character he’s playing, so he still wants to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Once he sees the pleasure on your face, he picks up his pace. Like he promised, he fucks you hard and fast, and you open your mouth in a silence scream. The cold bite of metal stings your skin because he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down.

He bends over and sucks your pert nipple into his mouth as he fucks you, and you fist the sheets tightly. Your moans are so loud that you’re glad that Sam is gone for the night. Your pussy clenches around his cock, making it even tighter for him.

“Don’t come yet, sweetheart,” he growls.

Those four words only bring you closer to the edge. You lift your hips in time to meet his thrusts, causing him to go an inch or so deeper. He moves his mouth to your other breast as his right hand slips down to your swollen clit. He rubs it in fast circles, and that’s what undoes you.

“Please let me come, Dean!” you beg.

He doesn’t even have to give you permission. He knew this would tip you over the edge. Your orgasm lights your entire body on fire, sending waves of pleasure stemming from your pussy. You clench his cock so hard that he falls over the edge right after you.

“Fuck! Yes! Come for me,” he moans as he empties himself in you.

He thrusts lazily before falling on you completely, crushing you with his weight.

“Fuck, we gotta do that again,” you laugh.

“I read your dirty books, by the way,” he snickers.

He pulls out of you and admires the way his cum leaks out of you.

“If this is what I get for reading dirty books, I’ll gladly do it all day.”

“I’ll keep buying you books as long as you tell me what scene we’re recreating next.”

“I have a few more in mind,” you giggle.

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[riki-riks-chick]

HIII im sorry forr requesting this again i just love how u write, can u make another non affectionate niki? where his affectionate gf stops being clingy bc niki is annoyed with it yet he got jealous when he saw his gf pat or hug someone

Cling To Me ┃N.RK

non-affectionate!riki x affectionate!reader

riki gets upset bc yn isn't being clingy like usual and she's giving the other guys attention instead.

cw: fluff! jealous riki, kisses, hugs, riki secretly likes yn's clinginess.

wdct: 858

don't be srry for requesting again bc I'm lowkey obsessed w non-affectionate riks too. the first one was originally js for me but now im obsessed.

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Third Person POV~

Today you had plans with Riki and his friends, so you got up early, wanting to shower before he got up so you could make sure he had breakfast. He often skips so sometimes you have to semi-force him.

You took a quick shower, wearing some sweats and a loose tank top, and setting your outfit out to put on once you finished getting ready.

You made breakfast, a simple meal consisting of some fluffy pancakes, and some fruit. You also poured two glasses of orange juice, setting the table before heading back to the bed room to wake Riki.

"Riki.. Wake up.." You shake his arm, pushing his hair out of his face as he groaned. "Hm?..." His eyes flutter open as he gazes at you. You chuckle. "Get up... I made breakfast."

He sits up, stretching before getting out of bed and following you to the kitchen.

He mumbles a sleepy thank you before eating, albeit slowly.

"After you're done eating we can leave once we're both ready." You mumble as he nods. "Okay.." There's little conversation as you both finish eating, and Riki offers to do the dishes while you finish getting ready.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put your planned outfit on which consisted of a pretty top Riki had bought for you and some jeans.

After finishing the dishes, Riki took a shower, spending minimal time getting ready, and once he finished, you both left.

The car ride to the arcade was short, and Riki had tried holding your hand and placing his hand on your thigh through out, but you rejected both actions by ignoring him.

He was confused because of how unlikely that was of you, but he tried to ignore it, not wanting to read too much into it.

When you finally got to the arcade, Riki opened your door for you, and you smiled, giving him a kiss to his cheek as a thank you.

The two of you walked in, immediately spotting Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Heeseung who were standing near the prize counter.

"Hey, guys." Jungwon greets as you and Riki walk over. He gives you a hug which you gladly return, making Riki pout. He gets even more upset when Sunghoon and Heeseung hug you too.

Now that he's thinking, you didn't give him a kiss or a hug when you woke him up, which is highly unlike you. And he can't tell if you're mad at him or not because you still made breakfast and you gave him a kiss on the cheek just a few minutes ago. It's all really confusing.

Once the rest of the guys get to the arcade, you all start playing games, and for the most part, you stick to Jay. And it's no surprise to Riki because you and Jay get along well and you call him your dad as a joke since he treats you like a kid and spoils you the same way he spoils everyone else.

But it's clear something is wrong when you guys leave the arcade, heading to a restaurant that you all wanted to eat at, and you don't sit next to Riki.

Not wanting to argue or make a scene, he decides to let it go, but it kills him everytime he glances around the table and he sees you giggling with Sunghoon and Sunoo. For some reason it irks him that he's not the one with your attention.

He finds himself wondering if you ever feel like this, and if it's one of the reasons you're so keen on affection, but he still can't wrap his mind around your reason for avoiding him today.

This bothers him until you get home, and you're both quiet as you change, getting comfy for the night. You're taking off your makeup and doing your skincare, but Riki is already on the bed, a pout set on his lips.

He waits until you finally climb onto the bed to glance at you. "Are you mad at me?..." He asks as you look over at him, confusion settling on to your face.

"No, why?.." You question as he sighs. "You've been ignoring me all day.. And you haven't hugged or kissed me at all, even when you woke me up this morning."

You chuckle at his words. "I didn't think you would care.. Usually you call me clingy when I'm all over you throughout the day." You mumble as he sighs. "That doesn't mean I don't like it... I was suffering all day because I thought you were upset with me. I went all day without a single hug or kiss from you."

You laugh at how pouty and adorable he is, moving to hug him, before pulling back to pepper kisses all over his face and then his lips.

He smiles, deepening the kiss, his large palm cupping your jaw. He eventually pulls away with a smile. "Please don't ignore me again.. I want you to cling to me.."

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[3eyesdivine]

Babysitter

long awaited and heavily requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk, age gap ( 21 & 38 )

Faye had been babysitting her neighbor's kid for years, and the two had developed an unshakable connection. Her neighbor was a six-foot-three Samoan-Italian man in his late thirties who had little time for women in his life. He was a busy man who was always on the road, so Faye became someone he trusted to look over his child.

Unfortunately for Faye, she had strong feelings for the man.

He goes by the name Roman Reigns and is a professional wrestler. His physique was beautiful, breathtaking enough to halt any lady in her tracks. Aside from his long black locks and nicely trimmed facial hair, what tied it all together were his large and broad shoulders, rough and massive hands, and overall towering height. 

"I'm home!" The woman hears a deep, rich voice speak. Her head snaps up, and she notices Roman hovering over her while she played dolls with the man's child. The little girl jumps up and travels into her father's arms, where he wraps her in a strong hug.

Faye gets up, holding the dolls, and smiles at the sight.

Roman looks at the woman and holds up a finger for a quick second. "Wait right here, I'ma get her to sleep." 

Faye nods as she watches the two walk down the hall and enter the bedroom on the right. After a few minutes, the man returned. His gaze was fixed on Faye as he took off the jacket that matched the rest of his attire, and she watched him swing it over the back of the couch. 

The woman smiled and began gathering her belongings to leave, but was deterred by Roman, who placed a hand on her bag, prompting Faye to look up and gaze at the man in confusion. 

"Stay for a while, have a drink with me. Have you eaten?" He questions, taking the woman's things and placing them back onto the couch. 

Faye smiled. "Uh, no. I haven't eaten actually. I maybe had a snack or two though.” 

The big man shook his head and grabbed her hand, leading her to the kitchen. 

"Since I can't be home all the time, I prepare meals for my daughter.." He trails off, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a couple sealed containers in which contained prepared food that looked absolutely delicious. 

Faye smiles and moves next to him, watching as he took the tops off of each one. "Oh, wow. Roman, these look amazing." She complimented, looking back up at him before scooting the food away. 

Roman watched her, brows furrowing together, as his mood dipped slightly and his thoughts filled with embarrassment and puzzlement. 

"To be honest, Roman. I'm not hungry but there is something I need to tell you and get off of my chest. Can we talk in your room?" She says. The woman felt anxious as she felt she was way too young for this man, seventeen year age gap too young, to be precise. She didn't want to sever their friendship, but it was the right thing to do.

Right?

Walking into the man's room, the two sit on the edge of his bed, each holding a glass of red wine. 

Faye places her glass on her lap and keeps her eyes fixed on the ground as she begins to confess what she'd felt was like a sin. Her family would kill her if they discovered she had feelings for a man who was nearly forty years of age.

"Roman, there's no other way to say this and I know it's wrong and i'm so sorry." The young woman takes a deep breath before continuing. "I like you, a lot."

The air in the room was dense, and Faye wouldn't dare to even peek at the man.

"Have you ever been with an older man before?" He inquires. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man stand up and take his spot in front of her. 

She felt rough hands grasp her jaw delicately, drawing her eyes away from her lap and up to the broad man standing over her with that dominant aura that suited his whole presence. Faye shook her head, and time seemed to slow down. Roman let his hand fall from her face and onto his black leather belt.

The woman felt herself getting wet as soon as she saw how easily he unbuckled his belt with one hand, having her willing to risk everything. 

"Let me show you the heaven men my age can bring you to that these young men know nothing about, doll. Hm?" He bragged, his voice sounding enticing, aided by his raspiness and an abrupt dip in octaves. 

Faye nodded, allowing the man to push her down upon the burgundy  bedding. His hands wandered her covered body, and he could feel his cock hardening and showing. The woman looked down and felt hot considering how big he was; his bulge was brutally evident, and his print was huge. 

Roman followed the woman's eyes and smiled with a deep chuckle. "You see that, ma? I bet you ain't ever had nobody fill you up like I'm bout to." 

The woman's chest heaved up and down wildly, her mind felt fuzzy, and she felt so lightheaded from delectation that she hadn't noticed she was entirely exposed from hip to feet, the man's face buried against her thighs as he left a path of kisses up to her wet cunt. 

Finally, his lips reached her lower ones, and he kissed her naked skin, spreading her pussy to kiss on her clit before opening his mouth to allow his tongue to explore her hole and taste her juices. His oral abilities demonstrated a wealth of expertise, demonstrated by the way he'd flatten his tongue here and there as he delivered long, slow licks to the way he lapped at her pussy and ate it like he'd been starving for far too long. 

"Oh! Yes, Roman, Yes!" The woman yelled and as a result was greeted by a hand slapping against her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet. 

With his free hand, the man pushed two thick fingers into the woman's slippery entrance, finger fucking her at just the right tempo; everything he did felt almost too perfect, but the woman hadn't gotten the complete experience.

Faye felt like she was on cloud nine; she could feel her orgasm emerging  swiftly, and she knew the man was feeling it as well when she clenched around his fingers while he groaned against her pussy. Pulling his mouth away, he sped up the tempo of his fingers and grinned as the woman's back raised off of the bed, spilling her juices all over the sheets and the man's shirt. 

"Fuck, ma." He whispered, his hand moving away from her mouth and down to her thighs, spreading them apart to get a better view at how much she had come and, more importantly, the mess she made. 

Sucking her nectar off of his fingers, the man stands up and picks the woman up with ease before flipping her onto her stomach. 

He positions her on all fours, shifting her a few times until her ass was situated just as he liked it. Finally releasing his cock, the man moans in relief and strokes himself a few times before setting himself against Faye's pussy. The man slipped in slowly and gently, reaching forward and forming a ponytail of the woman's hair as he held it and drove her head back slightly. 

Faye's mouth dropped open, enjoying the painful way her pussy stretched out to fit the man's cock inside of her. It hurt so much, but it also made her even fucking wetter. This was the only form of pain she'd tolerate and deal with as the needy woman she was for him. 

"I know it hurts, baby. You're taking daddy's dick so good." He praised, slowly picking up his pace and tightening his rough grip on her hair. 

The room was warm and smelled like sex. Their bodies were sweaty, and the way the moon's dazzling light shined into the man's room and nestled upon their skin was like a work of art. 

Roman's thrusts increased in speed, striking hard and deep, as he bent down and locked his lips with the hers. The two groaned into the kiss, drool traveling down the woman's mouth, which the man quickly cleaned by licking from the bottom of her chin and back up to her mouth before engaging in a kiss more intense than the last. 

Roman's hip motions became merciless as he withdrew from Faye's lips. He pushed the woman's face into the pillows and hammered in her pretty cunt relentlessly. 

Faye couldn't keep herself quiet for the life of her, hence it was a good thing her face was buried into the soft padding beneath her head. The sensation of his dick massaging her walls, exactly like his fingers had done a few minutes prior, was too much. She was already shaking and twitching as she was coming up on her second orgasm. Her body was utterly incapable of being motionless. 

"You gon' come huh, princess?" Roman grunts, pulling his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth. "Gon' head, mama. Come." 

Faye's head was spinning as she came hard and soaked the man's big dick in her secretions. Shortly after, the man came, filling the woman up with his warm load. By now, the man's hair was most likely damp from perspiration, and the sheets were a deeper crimson from both bodies' sweat and the woman's two intense orgasms. 

Pulling out, Roman laid down and pulled Faye's body on top of his. 

"You're all mine now, darling. Understood?" He spoke confidently yet breathy to which the woman responded with a weak nod before drifting off into a deep slumber. 

Tags ; @headoftheetable , @wonderingfashion , @bijouxcarys , @jstarr86 (if I didn’t tag you it’s because you do not have any indication on your page of being 18 or older, sorry !)

Here’s that fic you’ve all been waiting for! I put my soul into this at this point so I hope you all enjoy, lol!

As always, requests are always open! Much love.

[gotta-winwin]

(🎞️) ... hit the road docu.<> speed isn't all that matters

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 1.6k TW: slightlycold!wonwoo, tiny sliver of angst (we're getting there!), overworking, passing out, FLUFF, comfort italics are interview moments cut between other scenes a/n: second htr! we're starting that landslide into the angst (ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) they are so cute in this omgomgomg

Wonwoo sat awkwardly on the pedestal, doing his best to balance while still posing for the camera.

"We had a lot of photoshoots and interviews while touring in Japan." Wonwoo explained to the camera. "Feels like we were posing for photos everywhere."

Wonwoo stood up once the photographer had finished his series of shots. He was tired and couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

"Wait a moment, Wonwoo." Their manager called out to stop him. "They want a couple shots of you and Cyana."

Wonwoo sighed, nodding as he reluctantly returned to his seat. Cyana walked over, bowing politely to the staff. She stood awkwardly next to Wonwoo, a clear gap between them as she waited for instructions.

"Cyana-yah, can you stand behind Wonwoo?" Their translator smiled kindly as she directed the girl. "Wrap your arms around his shoulders, yes- that's good."

Wonwoo glanced up at the girl, looking away when their eyes met. He couldn't help but stiffen up as they both turned towards the camera. "I thought you went home with the others." He mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, smiling as the photographer clicked away. Most of the members had already finished their photoshoots and gone home.

Cyana's lips quirked down into a suppressed frown. "I stayed back. The car could only take four of us and Seungkwan looked dead on his feet."

"Look this way!" The photographer yelled, cutting off whatever had been Wonwoo's reply.

"Schedules forced Wonwoo to actually talk to me." Cyana couldn't help but grin despite the topic. "It was fun, I guess."

"I've always been a very introverted person." Wonwoo said to the camera, wringing his hands nervously. "I enjoy having time to myself."

Cyana smiled when the interviewer finished talking. "Yeah.. Wonwoo's always been a bit of an enigma to me. Like a mystery I just can't figure out."

Cyana's sitting with Dino in their hotel room, busy eating the lunch they had grabbed from the staff room. They're both mid-bite when the door opens.

"Nana~" Seungkwan walked in, fixing his hat. He was dressed and ready to go out. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Spotting the camera, he waves. "Oh- Hi~ We're going to Super Junior's concert."

Cyana shook her head, still chewing. "It's okay." She managed to say once swallowing. "I think I'm going to stay in today."

Seungkwan nodded, ruffling both her and Dino's hair before leaving. Neither maknae gave any indication they had even noticed the action, continuing to enjoy their meal.

"I'm gonna go to the sauna with Vernon later." Dino told Cyana through muffled chewing. "Do you want to come?"

Cyana made a face. "To the sauna?" She mimed gagging. "No thanks, Chan."

Dino made a face back. "I keep forgetting there are things you can't do that other members can." He smiled when she frowned. "I guess going to the sauna would be a little weird."

"I guess??" Cyana questioned, amazed at his lack of modesty. "A little??"

Dino shrugged. "You're a bro, bro."

"Where on earth did you learn that-" Cyana asked, though she already knew the answer. Vernon. Duh.

Jun and Cyana lazed in bed, Cyana watching Jun's phone from next to him. The girl was half-asleep, eyelids drooping and head lulling against the wall.

Wonwoo walked in, fresh from a shower, double taking when he saw Cyana. Gears turning in his head, he reluctantly slid into his own bed, throwing his blanket over himself.

"What did you do today, Wonwoo?" Jun asked, eyes still focused on the phone. He looked over at Wonwoo before checking on Cyana, smiling to himself when he saw her tired expression.

"I played tennis." Wonwoo answered. "Worked out, went swimming, then ate with the others- what did you guys eat?" He subconsciously said guys, including Cyana into the question. She perked up from Jun's side, suddenly awake.

"I ate with Donghae and Eunhyuk hyung after their concert." Jun replied, nudging Cyana. "What about you?"

"I ate with Dino."

Both boys frowned. "I thought that was your lunch." Jun said, both confused and worried. "You didn't have anything for dinner?"

Cyana paused. "I had some snacks. Not that hungry, since I didn't do much today." She shrugged. "I ate a lot for lunch anyways." Redirecting the topic, she turned to Jun. "Was the concert fun?"

Jun nodded. "It was so much fun." Sitting up straighter, he placed down his phone, fully engaged now. "They speak Japanese so well."

Wonwoo hummed. "We should learn to do that."

"Jeonghan and Hoshi are both great." Cyana sighed. "I think if I have one more language in my head I might combust."

Her quip brought both boys to laughter. "It's okay." Wonwoo said quietly, once the laughter died down. "You can just speak a lot for our North American tours."

"I always had a kind of weak presence, and I never fit in well as a kid." Wonwoo told the camera. "But with Seventeen I didn't get that feeling. They made me feel welcomed, always made me shine without needing to." He paused for a moment, thinking. "They're very important to me- because of that."

"Mingyu once told me Wonwoo cared deeply about his place in the group - he said it might sound selfish but I don't think so." Cyana's eyes were a little sad as she looked at the interviewer. "Mingyu said Wonwoo only has Seventeen. I guess he was just trying to tell me Wonwoo's very protective over the people he loves - and that was the only reason why it felt like he didn't like me." Cyana shrugged. "It made me hate him less."

"Ah. Mingyu told her that?" Wonwoo grimaced once hearing what the interviewer told him about Cyana's interview before him. "I guess he's right. I didn't want Seventeen to break apart because of her." He looked away, embarrassed. "They were my first friends. I only have them."

"What do you mean Dino's ill?"

Cyana stared at a worried Hoshi. "Is it serious?" She asked, verging on panic. It felt like the boys were dropping like flies around her - what with Jeonghan's body decay, DK's sore throat, Seungkwan's ankle, Seungcheol's unstable mind and now Dino.

"He's getting it checked." Hoshi told her, not wanting to worry her further with the details. "You won't do anything - panicking like that."

Cyana took a few breaths, knowing he was right. "You're right. Okay." She let out a deep breath. "He'll be okay."

"On in 3 minutes!" A staff member called from the door.

She stood up, following everyone as they shuffled out towards the stage. Wonwoo stumbled a few paces in front of her, making her look his way.

"You good?" She whispered, speeding up to stand beside him.

He only gave her a curt nod, refusing to look at her and instead focusing on the lift in front of them. They could both hear the cheers from here.

"Go, go!" A staff rushes them both onto the lift before either of them could break the silence. Cyana could only glance at him again as they were lifted up onstage.

She thought she was mistaken when she saw him go down. The area behind the stage was dimly lit, and there was a commotion as the Hiphop Unit finished their stage and came down to switch with the Performance Unit. Cyana thought maybe her eyes were acting up, when she saw Wonwoo run down the stairs, take a few steps and drop.

Staff members were on him in an instant. Cyana was shoved aside as they rushed to lift him, moving him out the walkway and onto a table- it's sole purpose was to serve as a bed in case this very thing happened.

She felt like her limbs were falling her, leaving her frozen in place.

"Go." Mingyu mouthed the words at her, pointing at Wonwoo. He pointed next at the tent, gesturing that he needed to get his mic checked. "Stay with him." He pointed again at Wonwoo.

Cyana willed her legs to move, shuffling over to Wonwoo's side. The crowd of staff had dispersed, leaving him alone with two staff members- one with a fan and one with an oxygen tank.

She took the oxygen tank from one of them and told them she could do it instead.

"Wonwoo." She muttered, lifting the oxygen tank and placing it gently in front of his mouth. His chest rose dangerously fast as he tried to catch his breath. "Breathe." She found only English in her mind as she tried not to panic. "Please breathe."

His eyes darted around until they landed on her face. Eyebrows furrowing slightly, he raised a hand and pushed the oxygen tank weakly away from his face, trying to speak. "What- what's going on." He panted out, his speech slightly slurred.

Cyana felt her heart crack. "Don't try to talk." She reprimanded him, gently pushing him back down to rest. "You passed out."

If Wonwoo could breathe, he would've snapped at her to leave him alone, that he could take care of himself. He couldn't. Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing her to take care of him. Just this once.

"She was gentle with me." Wonwoo recalled. "Even though I hadn't been kind to her."

"Breathe." She mumbled again, mindlessly repeating it as her brain turned numb from everything going on. She stayed next to him, raising the oxygen tank to his lips whenever his lungs failed to do the job. "It's okay."

"She stayed throughout the whole thing." Wonwoo looked sheepishly at the camera. "I don't think I even said 'thank you.' We just returned on stage."

Cyana shrugged at the interviewer's question. "He didn't need to say anything. Sometimes words fail us - his eyes said enough."

[inez-winchester-cameron]

Could you write a longer one shot or smth about that pogue!reader x enemy!rafe? I love the concept sm!!💕💕

this is the post I'm thinking about:

thinking abt sweet lil pogue reader who cant stop thinking abt rafe..her supposed enemy even though she rubs her sticky cunt to the thought of him atleast 3 times before she can sleep..

our little secret

rafe cameron x pogue!enemy!reader

summary: you and rafe both have completely opposite but big reputations but something about him draws you in. in a sort of way that you can't quite explain, nor could you try explaining to your friends

cw: 2 year age gap, innocent and sweet reader, virgin reader, masturbating, suggestive, idek

note: i think id be willing to write more on this topic but i kept this mostly brief. requests open for spn and obx!!

you and rafe are complete opposites in nearly ever sense. rafe cameron is the king of the kooks, a drug addict, a party animal, with raging anger issues. you on the other hand are a sweet little member of the pogues, refuse to touch any drugs, and would rather be at home relaxing than go to a party. on top of that, your two groups are complete and total enemies. you and rafe are supposed to be enemies.

but rafe's always been nice to you, or atleast he's not a complete dick to you. whenever he sees you in public while you're alone, he always finds some sort of reason to talk to you.

"where's your little pogue friends, princess?"

"looking lonely, huh?"

"tell jj he better not show his damn face at one of my parties ever again. think you can handle that, princess?"

and during the altercations between the groups, he stays away from you, harassing the others, never you.

and you know it's wrong. he's a dick to your friends, he treats them like trash. but there's something about him.

maybe it's the big blue eyes or the height difference or the hair. or maybe it's the sweet little nicknames he calls you, and the longing looks he gives you.

whatever it was, it had you shoving your hand down your pants before bed every night. your mind came up with the wildest scenarios, the dirtiest shit.

rafe pinning you against the bathroom sink at one of his parties.

him pulling you away from your group and shoving his dick down your throat.

him calling you dirty names while you bounce on his cock, your tits in his face.

after one particular incident, you find yourself getting home asap to touch yourself. rafe had approached you at a party, where you stood alone. unlike the rest of your group, you were rather shy and all your friends left to be social.

as you stand alone, you sip on the cup that jj had filled for you earlier. you look around, nervously, hoping one of your friends returns to you soon. your heart starts beating faster as rafe cameron approaches you. he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile.

"hey princess, where are your little pogue buddies at?"

"with other friends.." you mutter.

"really? they're leaving a sweet little thing like you all by herself?"

"yeah i can take-" you start but you're interrupted.

"what the fuck are you doing?" jj suddenly asks, barging into the scene, pushing rafe away from you.

"fuck off, maybank, i didn't touch her," rafe says, putting his hands up, "i'll see you later, sweets." he winks at you before walking off.

-

later that night, as you lay in bed, you find yourself thinking about the incident. your hands are neatly laying on your stomach and as you think more and more you find yourself shoving one down your pj pants and underwear.

you sigh as your hand makes contact with your sticky cunt. you rub over your clit for a moment before spreading your lips apart, running a finger over your hole and spreading your slick along your cunt.

a few seconds later, you're shoving a finger up your cunt and whining. for the life of you, you could not get a good angle, ever. you always saw people raving about and talking about how good it feels to finger yourself or get fingered, but you could never get the right angle or feeling by yourself.

after a few moments of absolutely no pleasure, you pull you hand back, groaning. your phone buzzes and you jump a bit. your free hand reaches for it and you pause as you read your newest notification.

'rafecameronobx has requested to follow you'

[kuro-is-doodlin]

It happens

It's such a rush today! You believe it's been a while since you had to run around like that. People keep coming in and out, the flow is just too much. You can hardly keep up, and-

!BONK!

"NYA!"

The counter welcomes your side with a big, biiiig hug. It made you do the noise! The noise you hate! Ugh!

You stumble a little and fall back, leaning against the back wall.

"Mgrjfjtkgk.... Blind spot..."

Some customers ask if you're okay, you wave your hand in a "Yeah, I need a minute" manner but..you feel your head get warm, and your hearing get a bit worse. Soon, the familiar buzzing joins the party. You know all too well that's about to happen, and it sucks. Maybe you should warn them so they don't freak out? Yeah you should, that would be better. Yeah that's nice. You should-... Huh. That's a weird place in here. It's a dark void, yet it feels so white and blinding. Where even are you? What were you doing by the way? Is this a dream? Probably, you feel like people are talking to you, yet you don't really see or hear anyone. You feel like you're speaking, too, but you don't. You're definitely dreaming. You try to move and.. there's a weird resistance? So you try harder! You frantically move your left hand, the right just a little, but now they won't stop! What even is that dream? Is it a dream? Or are you dead? Wait could you be? Because of what?

rin....

No you're definitely alive, you're just too cozy in your bed. Speaking of that, you'll probably have to wake up soon and go to work. Urgh..

ove a-ay!

Oh haha, weird.. You see the floor. Did you fall asleep in a random store or something? Oh wait that's bad. People are gonna think you're so weird! Why are you even sleeping here?? You have to say something! You.. can't really speak?

come on buddy..

Woah... Your legs are in the air... Some lady is holding them, you swear you know her...

Give them some space!•

"Mmh..."

•There we go... Welcome back.•

Oh right... It happened.

"Woah, I was gone there for a second. Heh, sorry. I'm okay no need to worry. Just a harmless faint, happens when I fall down."

|Sif are you alright??|

•They said they were. Probably had a vasovagal syncope, my neighbor used to do that. You had a couple of spasm too, does it usually happen?•

"Yyep... That's the funny word. Thanks for the legs. I'm good now."

She let go of your legs, and you slowly sit back up, taking your time to totally clear your mind on the floor. You see your boss on the side, looking over with a worried eye as he helps your colleagues with the unfinished orders.

"Also the jitters are occasional but they're never a problem."

That was quite a scene you just did, huh?

•Alright, if everything's fine... Move away people, there's nothing to see.•

She gives a bad eye around, and return to her seat. That's why she was familiar ! Every time she comes, she always chose the same spot, a calm corner, a bit further away from everyone. You never really talked but you are always so curious about what she's about. Turns out she's nice! Probably.

|Can you get up?...|

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Thanks Isa."

You smile as he offers his arm. You gladly accept it and hold on to it, getting up.

"Ow... Right. That'll leave a bruise alright."

±Go get some rest, I will handle it for a couple of minutes..±

Huh... Well that's nice of him. Your boss is always so.. distant and cold. But he has a weird dad vibe to him. You will never tell but.. you kinda like him.

"Thank you Keith. I'll take a few minutes."

±You are welcome.±

With Isabeau helping you move, you sink into one of the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh. A little bit of snoozing wouldn't hurt.

|I'll keep an eye out for your boss, have a nice rest Sif.|

"Mhm, thanks Isa.."

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#6: The All-Consuming Kisses (1.04)

Whew 🔥🔥. In trying to think of what to label these kisses, the word that most came to mind was "all-consuming." Because even with everything going on and their unresolved conflict, these kisses make it to where all Rick and Michonne can think about anymore is just each other, as their intense desire for one another fills the air. Also, the label felt fitting because they really do end up practically consuming each other as these golden kisses progress. Episode 4 had some stellar kiss scenes but this one right here takes the cake as the best kisses of the episode to me 👏🏽...

I mentioned in the reveling of this scene, that this is one of the biggest examples of Richonne's kisses being communication, because this kiss was a whole conversation. And a very persuasive conversation at that. 😏 Richonne's love is legitimately nourishment to them and with each of these kisses they communicate how much they not just want but need this nourishment after being starved of it for years. Richonne has had sexual tension since season three of TWD, but never has the sexual tension been higher than when they return to this apartment. Their hunger for each other is visceral and the slowness of this buildup just makes it tremendously sensual.

I love how Rick is so fixated on her once they're back from the apartment and that Michonne gets a front-row seat to the spellbinding effect she has on her husband. And he has a very alluring effect on her too. She knows she's supposed to still be pretty upset with him for his behavior and refusal to go home, but it's sweet seeing how she can't help but fold in Rick's presence and just let herself get lost in this moment with him.

I like how Rick knows to take his time with each kiss as they make the first steps toward reconnecting after all their conflict. I love how the kisses get progressively more intimate, and how you can visibly see Michonne being won over completely by Rick. The way he reaches down before that third kiss and she takes that breath before leaning into the kiss - yeah they both know this is the moment they're going to finally make love again after not doing so since the last day they spent together in Alexandria.

And then those three kisses were already great, but being spoiled means we always end up getting more than we expected so there's one more extremely hot moment as Rick picks Michonne up and they passionately resume kissing before transitioning to bed. The way he holds her and the way she lets him, I just adore that kiss and the way it's shot.

Oh to relive watching ep 4 live - I so clearly remember the elated astonishment I had watching this golden buildup moment and the following bedroom moment for the first time. What a time. 🤩 And I appreciate that Richonne's anticipated moment of making love ignited even before they made it to the bed with this ultra sultry buildup scene. ♥️

[setmeatopthepyre]

Tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember, thank you! this inspired me to write a little more on antarct-fic that wasn't constrained to drabble proportions so it's also.. a bit more than a tidbit. it's still not the bit I actually set out to write when I started it so more to come in this scene, maybe? uhh enjoy!

also! all things antarct-fic are made possible thanks to the amazing @sugarpenchant for idea-yappage and @geddyqueer for answering my millions of antarctica questions

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“I can't believe you're going to Antarctica,” Chimney says wistfully as he refills their wine glasses.

Maddie points a ladle at him. “Don't get any ideas.”

He grins brightly, scooting closer to where she's stirring in a pan of tomato sauce. “Aw, come on. You don't want to move to the South Pole with me? I'm sure Jee would love a chance to hug a penguin.”

“You're not allowed to touch the wildlife,” Buck points out through a mouthful of crackers and cheese. “There's a fine, and jail time.”

“Antarctic jail time? That still sounds pretty cool,” Chimney says.

Buck swallows his crackers, starts slicing himself some more cheese. “No jails either,” he frowns. “I think they kick you off the continent.”

Chim raises his eyebrows, feigns disappointment. “Harsh, but fair. So no cuddling seals, either. Yeah, Maddie, I'm not so sure we should move after all.”

Maddie laughs, and they beam at each other, and Buck wonders if there's time to bake some garlic bread to go with their dinner.

-

It takes a little longer than usual to get Jee-yun to bed. Not because she's fussing, or in a mood, but because Buck comes to the sudden realization that this is his last Uncle Buck Storytime for the foreseeable future. When he returns to the kitchen, Maddie raises her eyebrows in question. “She, uh--” He clears his throat. “Wanted another story, so.” Shrugs. “Couldn't say no, right?”

She opens her mouth like she wants to remind him that that is something he very much can and probably should be doing, but seems to think better of it. Maybe she's noticed his eyes are a little damp. “Right. Wine?”

He's thankful for the out. “I'll get it.”

“So.” Maddie says, watching him move around the kitchen. “You're really sure this is the right call?” She's using that I'm-trying-to-be-supportive-but-are-you-kidding-me tone that Buck's been hearing a lot of lately.

He lets out a long breath. “Yeah. I think so.” Frowns. “I am. Look, I-I know how it sounds.”

Chimney wanders in from the living room. “Good, 'cause it sounds crazy.”

He groans in frustration. “I know.” He sets down his wine glass, presses his knuckles into the counter top, studies its gleaming surface. Thinks of the counter top in his own kitchen with the specks of hardened dough and the traces of flour that he's never quite able to get rid of.

“You're gonna be stuck in a frozen wasteland with your ex, Buck,” Chimney points out. Makes that face he does when he's about to make some clever reference that absolutely no one else in the house will understand. “You'll be a thousand miles from nowhere, man. And it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better.”

Buck isn't sure if his brother in law really, honestly thinks that one of these days he'll get a round of applause instead of blank (if fondly amused, on Maddie's part) stares, but today is definitely not that day.

“Come on, The Thing? That's like the Antarctica movie!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I'll watch it on the flight over.” Buck mutters.

“You probably shouldn't.” Chimney pours himself a glass of wine, and after a pointed look from Maddie, turns to the fridge to grab her a seltzer. “But,” he adds, sliding the can across the counter to his wife, “If you're out there and Tommy starts shooting at a dog from a helicopter, you'll want to get out of there ASAP.”

-

no pressure tags @sugarpenchant @cannibalhellhound @iphyslitterator

[nouvxllev]

Omg hi! Do you think you would ever do a sequel to head over heels, your hand over mine? Maybe where Jenna proposes?

your hand over mine, my ring over yours

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!!

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: damn this is shorter than what i expected

a/n: the obvious answer is yes i (do) will!!

prev. || masterlist.

"Why did you say yes to him anyway?" Jenna's voice, now your girlfriend (awesome as hell, you may add), echoed over the room. Mic in between both of her hands as she sways side to side over you.

The both of you decided to stay in the karaoke booth for a while, it was a waste of money after all. Your money, might you add. The guy didn't even bother to pay for it!

You shrugged, watching her figure fall into place beside you, a song chosen by Jenna playing in the background. "I needed to move on from you. It was clear I didn't have a chance."

Jenna's eyes narrowed, you could see her eyebrows crinkling even in the dimly lit room. "Move on? Didn't have a chance?"

You nodded, almost laughing at how the mic was still in direct contact with her lips, you were avoiding direct eye contact but it was so clear that Jenna was fuming.

"I seriously can't believe there's someone out there so oblivious and it's you." You heard her chuckle, yet her voice was soft. You expected her to get mad at you by the way she started her sentence, but you forgot she was the one who ran (not really) over here and confessed to you all so abruptly.

"Weren't the flowers and hundreds of letters mailed to your doorstep enough to hint that I liked you?"

You scratched your head, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Okay, in my defense, I just thought you were being extra friendly. Who wouldn't want a friend who sends flowers and letters, right?"

Jenna shook her head, letting go of the mic and crossing her arms. "I was practically spelling it out. All that was missing was dropping down on one knee and proposing to you."

You raised an eyebrow, "hey to be fair, my mom was the one who gave you the motivation."

Jenna shrugged, nodding her head with a smile. "Yeah, I owe her one."

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That was five years ago.

Now it was your 5th anniversary with Jenna.

You lay at your bed with Jenna’s headphones on, staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, doing your best to fall asleep without Jenna’s warmth and presence beside you. It was difficult, difficult than it should be. You were the daughter of the Winona Ryder, damn it! Why couldn’t you go for months without the love of your life by your side.

Ever since you and Jenna got together, everyone was, of course, not surprised but they were happy nonetheless. Hell, you even took up acting just because you can be one of Jenna’s love interests in a movie. Of course, that could be a hassle for the directors whenever it was a kissing scene. They have to yell “cut!” In front of your faces to get the both of you to stop.

Now you couldn’t help but wallow in your own sadness because there weren’t two arms wrapped around your waist and a familiar warmth along your bed for the past and next two months.

All day, you've been binging Jenna's interviews, shows, and movies to the point you can rehearse them in the back of your head.

The room felt emptier without Jenna's presence. You noticed how she was returning so late at night, how her filming dates often varied so random you couldn't even be there or keep track, how she took up almost any part she was given to her, how she often came home looking so overworked and stress you couldn't even talk to her without fearing that she'd blow up on you. And now she's all the way across the country to film another movie.

The film industry often meant sacrificing personal time apart from the holidays, and Jenna seemed to be giving it all.

Yet she always gives you that damn smile, you couldn't possibly think she's falling out of love. But it still worried you why she was doing all of this.

She was hardworking and passionate, it was part of what made her so lovable, but you couldn't help but worry about how it was affecting her.

You sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, you could text or call her but you knew it wasn't going to be seen for atleast another three to four hours. You didn't doubt her love, it was one of the many things you couldn't, but the worry was still there.

That was until you got a notification.

j 🤍🎧

i missed u too yn o right can u check outside for a minute? i think i mailed a package outside your room might be beside the living room, i asked them to deliver it there personally seen, 11:44 PM

The only thought that ran across your mind was 'They can do that?'

Slipping on a pair of slippers, you made your way to the living room, your steps being pulled down by whatever weight that was on your shoulders.

Jenna's message made you happy, of course, the distance seemed a little bit smaller but you couldn't help but wish she said something more than requesting you to pick up her package. Maybe a simple little 'I love you and happy anniversary' would have been something to put you at ease.

As you turned the doorknob and stepped into the living room, the fluorescent light shining from the living room made your eyes burn like hell. You squinted, but that didn't really help, you tried to adjust to the light, putting your palm above your eyes.

"Why is she always across the country," you murmured to yourself, "why are you like this, Jenna?" Your voice started to get louder and louder once you started to speak to yourself even more. You were going insane, that's the most part, but who wouldn't. "Why couldn't you just choose a project closer to home for once..." It was selfish to ask for, too selfish to make Jenna choose you over her career, but you couldn't help it.

"Does she even love me..." Your voice trailed off when you turned the corner to the living room.

Oh, what the actual fuck.

It would be an understatement to say that the living room had been turned upside down. Everything was lit up, and everything was rearranged. Hell, there was a fucking balloon arch with Jenna at the center of it all while the couches were pushed back as if it was an aisle to a wedding ceremony.

Damn, were you that depressed to the point you couldn't even hear what the fuck was going on outside your room for Jenna to transform it into this?

You couldn't say anything. Every word that was about to come out of your mouth left before your mind can even process what was happening.

Without uttering a single word, you ran towards her, your heart pounding in your chest you wouldn't be surprised if you'd have a mid-crisis heart attack. You wrapped your arms around Jenna as if she was something so untouchable, burying your face in her neck as you melted within her presence, her scent mixing in with hers as she took a step back to hold you dearly.

Her comforting warmth was a fix even you can’t tolerate. Jenna was in your arms like before, her body fitting perfectly against yours, her soul reminding you why you were alive up until this point.

Your grip on her tightened, holding on to her as tears slowly started to stain her clothes, clinging onto Jenna as if she were a mirage about to disappear from your desperate arms.

"I missed you too." Jenna's voice broke through you, your tears coming in further. Her voice was soft and tender, coming as a whisper that soothed your troubles.

"How? Why?" You murmured, your voice mumbled and tear-streaked as you lifted your head to face her. Puffy eyes and all because of your crying. "Why are you here?" Your voice cracked, "I thought you wouldn't be back for another two months." You searched for something in Jenna's eyes, something that you longed to see once again.

Jenna gently wiped away a tear from your cheek, you missed how her touch was the most reassuring thing in the world. "I heard that Winona was out of the country for filming, and it's our anniversary." It was so little for the explanation but it said everything.

You pulled back once Jenna started rummaging out of her pocket, you watch Jenna pull out a small box.

Wait, holy fuck.

"Jenna, holy shit, is that—"

"Yes, yes it is that." She chuckled, nonchalantly, as if she didn’t just swoon you for the millionth time in the past minute, turned your living room into a makeshift wedding ceremony, and is now proposing to you.

"You can't be serious. Jenna if this is just some joke I'm actually breaking up with you."

"No, no, y/n! Of course it's not. I'm being completely serious."

She fiddled with the box, not opening it yet as you stood there with eyes wide open.

"I'm sorry," she began, her voice vulnerable and sincere as she looked up to you, "I'm sorry I haven't been around. I'm sorry I keep coming back home looking stressed, I'm sorry I took up too many auditions and movies that I can hold myself up to, I'm sorry I couldn't spare even a single minute of my time loving you as much as I did before, I'm sorry I made you worry countless of times, more than I can count even. I'm sorry I haven't been the partner you deserve."

She continued, on and on until tears welled up in your eyes once more. "I know I've been distant, I know I've caused pain in you for the past months, maybe even years and I know I've let my career consume me."

"I don't have any excuses for it." Her voice dwindled, almost cracking as she looked up, trying not to cry as she laughed. "But I did all of it for a ring that would bind us forever. It's not the—"

You couldn't help but push your lips against hers, cutting her sentence off. You missed this. How your pain went away with a kiss.

"It's the perfect excuse."

Her vulnerability touched your heart, she had never been more vulnerable to you than now, you gently reached out to gently wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. "Jenna, it's okay," you reassured her as you noticed her lips started to tremble. "I understand. I understand all of it, all of you."

Jenna's gaze met yours once she started to calm down. And there you saw it, something you searched for in her eyes ever since she landed on your doorstep this evening. Devotion.

You kissed her once more, whispering, "You know how many people would kill to be your wife?" You didn't let her open the box just yet, you held back. You know she has more to say.

Jenna, with tears of joy still glistening in her eyes, chuckled at your words. "You'd die and kill. That's the difference between you and others. You'd die for our love, and you'd fight for it with everything you have, and I think that's morbidly fascinating." She explained, "and what do you mean?"

"I'm saying that are you sure you want to marry me? I mean, there are so many people in the world you haven't met." You explained, your lips trembling.

"I could meet all of them in a single file and yet, you would still be the one who enchants me," Jenna replied, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"I love too much."

"I'll let you pour all your loving on me, or love everyone in the world but me. Just stay by my side. That's all I ask."

"I cry too easily. Over the simplest of things."

"I'll let you cry an ocean that surrounds every inch of you and I'd swim across everything."

"I get mad more often than not."

"I'll let you throw storms my way, express your angry through disasters upon disasters and I'll be there for all eternity even if it kills me."

"I doubt myself too much. I don't even know if I love myself."

"I'll let you love yourself before you have a chance to love me. Doubt may knock on your door, but I'll be there to answer."

"I can be difficult to handle."

"I'll let you be someone you're not at times. I'll be the one to show understanding and how to love yourself before loving me yet again.

"I'm scared of losing you, too scared for you to even love me that much."

"Then let me take your hand, and let me show you that my love couldn't waver over. Even at death I'll call his name and let me live once more with you. I'll wish in every star that in every universe, we are together. I want you to see that I'm not going anywhere."

"You know you'd eventually drown if my love for you was an ocean."

"Then let me die," Jenna whispered, a smile gracing both of your lips, her eyes filled with that same devotion and commitment you saw five years ago.

You chuckled,"We have odd ways of saying I love yous."

"Well, I am proposing to you in your living room late at night. It's accounted for." Jenna laughed softly along with you, her eyes sparkling with affection as she leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, your mouth curving into a smile as she did so.

"Reminds me that you haven't said those five words yet."

"Oh right."

"Y/n," she got down on one knee, her hand on top of the box as she prepared to open it, "You're one marvelous, just spectacular girl I've ever met. I'm so fucking happy Winona decided to tag you along that day," she chuckled.

"Every chore wouldn't be the same without your presence by my side, and my presence beside yours, I don't want to ever imagine that. My heart surrendered to your precious eyes, and I say it truly from the deepest depths of my heart that it has no plans of bail. Wherever you go, I follow. I don't want you to be the only one suffering a burden that would eventually kill you, I don't want you to be alone in your times of darkness. So please, let me be the one who will carry your burdens, your sadness, your everything. Let me be the one who will scar and carve my heart and skin for you to dump your sadness and let me carry it with a proud heart. When I die, my spirit will do everything in its power to regain the same feeling when I was alive with you. How does one understand the great love you've given me that would last millions of lifetimes, y/n? You became the reason why I now wake up with a smile, and why I became the happiest version of myself. And now, I can't think of a better grave of eternal slumber than in your beloved arms. Thank you."

The sincerity in her words left a big hole in your heart, but it was nothing but mere content and happiness. Tears welled up in your eyes as she spoke.

"Will you, Y/N/L/N, marry me?" Jenna opened the box, the ring almost blinding your eyes. Ethereal was out of the question to describe it, it was too marvelous for words. It was diamond, of course, but it had other gems that symbolized something more than love.

"Yes. Yes, Jenna!" you exclaimed, "Yes, I will." You could almost say that a million times and not get tired of it. Especially when Jenna is looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon with your bare hands.

She chuckled, standing up as she waited for you to offer your hand. "Isn't it yes I do?"

You grinned, it was an understatement to say that your heart was brimming with pure joy and happiness. "When it comes to you, it's definitely not." You offered your hand to Jenna, her fingers tracing your hand as she delicately placed the ring on your finger. It felt like a promise because it was. You gazed at it with awe, it was more than a piece of jewelry on your hands, it was Jenna. It was Jenna entirely. Her person, her love, her soul, her everything on your hand.

"You look simply gorgeous. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm marrying you," Jenna squealed, her happiness infectious and heartwarming.

"That's my line," you jokingly laughed. "And isn't it gorgeous?"

"No, you're gorgeous. The ring is just a bonus," Jenna replied, staring at you instead of the ring she probably spent hundreds of sleepless nights over. How this woman loves you was beyond anything of human comprehension.

"I love you so much, even you, Jenna Ortega, couldn't describe it." You wrapped your arms around her waist, sealing the deal with a kiss on her lips once again. You never got tired of it.

"I love you too."

You pulled away, a smile lingered on your lips, knowing that no matter how many times you kissed Jenna, it would never be enough to represent the love you had for her.

With your hand over hers, and her ring over your finger, you couldn't imagine a life without her anymore.

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a/n: i finished reading 7 husbands of evelyn hugo the other day and i cried so much. its such a great book!! i might do a story based off of it. i just dont know what jo characters should i do for the pairing

[taruruchi]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 2: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

Post-overblot Azul

I got a sudden vision of an unseen scene that happened in the main story, and in this essay, I will entertain the question:

What happened after Azul's overblot?

This is mainly reliant on the fact that the overblot students have to recover after their overblot. Because it took a lot out of them, right? So they're stuck in the infirmary for a few days and can't go about their regular duties (If they didn't and I'm remembering wrong, idc they have to stay in the infirmary now bc I say so)

I imagine that after each overblot, the prefect has to bring homework and stuff to whoever just overblotted, like Riddle in Chapter 1, Leona in Chapter 2, etc. because they're the resident Errand Runner

Azul has a bigger workload since he's running Mostro Lounge too. Now, Jade and Floyd and the other Octavinelle students can take over, sure, but it's not like he can just put it aside while he's recovering in the infirmary. He gets restless and bothered that he's not there to look after his business. So the prefect has to bring both his schoolwork and those Mostro Lounge documents he looks over

And this is where I start talking about this in terms of the version in my head, aka the version with Taruchi

The first day after The Incident, Taruchi heads to the infirmary after class to give Azul all his stuff. She's already done this for the previous overblot students

"Hii... How are you doing? Are you doing okay?"

Azul looks up from the papers he's holding—the financial losses of the other day—and finds the prefect peeking from behind the curtains separating the beds

"Prefect? I wasn't expecting you here. I'm doing fine, thank you."

"Just dropping off your stuff. ...Are you working???"

She spots the papers scattered on his bed.

"Ah— Yes, I was calculating the amount of losses Mostro Lounge experienced yesterday."

Taruchi gets closer and looks at all the papers. "...Need any help?"

"I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. It's all right," he declines.

"No, you're not feeling well. You should rest. And I'm decent at math, I'm sure it won't be too hard."

"No, seriously, it's fine."

Taruchi frowns at his insistence to keep working despite needing to recover. "...Fine. Just... don't overwork yourself, okay? You haven't completely recovered yet."

"Sure. Thank you, prefect."

"No problem. I'll, uh, I'll go back to my dorm now. Hope you get well soon."

She comes back the next day on her second round of "errands."

"Helloo, I'm back." This time she has a small smile on her face as she greets him.

"Ah, hello, prefect." Azul naturally smiles in return.

"What are you doing today?" He's got papers around him again.

"It's for Mostro Lounge again." He rubs his temple as he looks at the papers. "I need to think of a way to make up for our losses."

"Ohh... How are you gonna do that?" she asks curiously, and half as a way to make it less awkward.

He ends up talking about Mostro Lounge for a while and his plans, so she just listens and asks questions. Her mind wanders a bit to the realization that he's very dedicated to and passionate about his business. She tries not to smile.

Then he stops for a bit and inquires of her, "I meant to ask, why are you here? For longer than yesterday, I mean. You dropped off my things already, so did you need my assistance with something?" Was he trying to fish for a deal right now? Even after his lesson about taking advantage of people's problems and luring them into contracts?

"Oh, n-no. I didn't need any help. I was just visiting." No chance to rope her into a deal.

"...I see."

"I'm sorry, do the visits disturb you? I know you should be recovering and resting up..." She's never felt this nervous about her post-overblot infirmary visits before. (Well... Maybe. Leona was pretty intimidating to bring homework to... He kept trying to get her to keep it.)

"Not at all. I don't mind." He gives his charming smile. In his mind, he's just trying to get her to like him and lower her guard so she doesn't hold these errands and visits against him or something. As if he was the one who forced her to do this. (It was Crowley. And partially Grim because he left her alone for the reason of wanting to go back to the dorm early to "do homework.")

"Oh, okay." She checks the time on her phone. "Ahh, I need to go back to my dorm now. Grim's waiting for me and I've actually got homework to do..."

A light bulb lights up in Azul's head. This would be his way of making it up to her. (Making what up to her? His reasoning is the trouble of helping during his overblot and sending over his schoolwork and Mostro Lounge work.)

"I could help you, if you'd like."

She smiles and tries to decline. She just wants to go to her dorm. "Oh, no, it's all right, I can do it by myself—"

"I insist. I offer my services all the time. See this as my way of repaying you for all the trouble I put you through."

Now she felt guilty and couldn't say no. "Really...?" she asks hesitantly. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, then..." She sits back down on his bed and takes out her homework.

After an hour or somewhere around that, she packs up. "Huh, I actually got a lot done today." She smiles. "Thank you so much, Azul."

And he smiles back. Only to be polite, of course. "It was no problem. Feel free to see me tomorrow as well."

"All right. Thank you." She keeps smiling and finishes packing up her things. "So I'll go now. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

See you tomorrow... Azul found himself smiling at that one phrase, but stopped as soon as he realized it. Why was he smiling anyway?

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

It Won't Kill You

|| Leighton Murray x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, drunk reader & Leighton, college party, cigarette and vape mentions, reader has an asthma attack, hurt/comfort, soft Leighton

|| Summary; when Leighton drags reader to a house party, she forgets about the smoke until its a little too late.

Requests open!

Started; october 28th

Finished; october 29th

Anon Request; hiii! Can you make a Leighton x reader where reader and Leighton are together already and Leighton makes reader go to a party with her but reader starts having an asthma attack because they got triggered by something at the party and Leighton helps them and comforts them? Also I looveee your writtingg Its very good 🫶🏼

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"We're going to that party!" Leighton said as she tried dragging you out of bed; you whined in protest. Parties were not your scene. Anything and everything could happen and you didn't like that. Your hands gripped your sheets as Leighton tried to pull you off. "Ugh, I'm getting you out of this bed! You can't waste your entire college life in your room."

"Yes I can," You argued back and she rolled her eyes. Putting her hands in the air in defeat. Or so she made you think; really she was just trying to get you to lower your guard.

"Fine! Fine! Wanna be a loser? Be my guest." She started to walk away and the moment you sat up, she rushed back and yanked you out of bed. Causing you to land on the floor with a thump that made you wince. Leighton, however, just looked smug about it. "Ha!"

"Ow.." You shot her a glare, though there was no real threat behind your eyes. Leighton knew that full well as she watched you sit up and stand.

"Oh come on, you're going to thank me later." She did a once over of you in your pjs and cringed," absolutely not. Let's go." Leighton dragged you out of your dorm and all the way to hers, which was quite a distance. The two of you were in separate halls.

When she got you there, she'd further drag you to her room and make you sit on her bed. You watched Leighton with a confused expression for a moment. Though when Leighton walked to her closet, you realized what she was doing. She pulled out some of her clothes that she thought would suit you. Then tossed them at you. They hit you in the face; making you flinch from the suddenness.

"Put those on." She demanded, you easily listened to your girlfriend and put the clothes on. Leighton had gone through the extra measure of making sure they were gender neutral enough for you. Something that you greatly appreciated. Leighton wasn't big on romantics, but she would do little things. It was one of the things about her that you loved; how she tried to act like she doesn't care.. but her actions always spoke louder. "Well?" Leighton was getting impatient as she watched you check yourself out in the mirror.

"Damn." You breathed out, not remembering the last time clothing made you look this good. Leighton's smug smirk returned and she took your hand, once again dragging you. She dragged you around pretty often.

"That's what I thought." She pulled you over to the main room where the two of you did some pregaming. Drinking a couple of shots each before heading off to the party. It wasn't that far from where your dorm was, so you didn't have too much distance to travel.

Once there, Leighton immediately brought you to where the drinks were with a grin on her face. She didn't notice the smoke that lingered from cigarettes, vapes and what not. Being used to it. But you did. This was partly why you didn't like going to parties. Lots of smoke in small areas. It really messed with your asthma. "Leighton-" You started to say, trying to tell her you didn't want to be there.

"I know, you want to go back to the dorm. But just have some fun! It won't kill you." She rolled her eyes, it could kill you. If you weren't careful. She handed you a drink that you took little sips from, trying to dance and just hang out. Enjoy the vibe of the night and not worry about the lingering smoke. Until it got to be a little too much.

Steady breaths. You tried to remind yourself as your chest heaved. Yeah, it definitely wasn't the steady breaths you were trying to achieve. You tried your best to focus on it but the loud music really wasn't helping. Your throat felt tighter and tighter by the minute. Digging through the pockets of your outfit, you found your inhaler. Luckily you'd stashed it in before Leighton dragged you here. You took a couple puffs, which got Leighton's attention. Her eyes widened when she realized what was happening with you.

"Shit. Why didn't you say something?" Leighton was by your side in a second. Watching as you took the needed puffs from your inhaler, when you seemed okay enough she took your hand. Bringing you outside. Thinking the fresh air might help. She turned to face you, nodding her head a little as she saw you taking breaths again." That's it. Just like that, baby." She assured you, Leighton wasn't normally this soft. But she knew when to make exceptions. She was smart enough to recognize that if she was bitchy during an asthma attack, it seriously wouldn't help you in the slightest.

It didn't take long for you to finally relax. Your shoulders became less tense and breathing got easier. You looked at Leighton and smiled.

"I'm okay." It was your turn to assure the blonde. Leighton smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was heated, but you hardly minded. She pulled away and cupped your cheeks. Her eyes looking as though they were examining you.

"Are you sure?" She asked and you nodded.

"Yeah.." You took an extra breath and mirrored her smile. Which seemed to relax her. That could have been a lot worse and she's glad that it wasn't.

[thegeminisage]

VEILGUARD FIC RECLIST

these are mostly (but not all!) lucanis/rookanis centered bc that's what i'm into. i have taken the small liberty of truncating some summaries since this is such a long list (with apologies), and tagging the authors where i can find them on tumblr. if i mistakenly tagged you and it's not your fic, or if i didn't tag you and you'd like to be, please let me know! not everybody has their urls in their ao3 profile so i had to cross my fingers and hope for the best lol. please make sure you read the tags for content and spoiler warnings.

How It Sang in Other Days by @viagothots [M, rook & viago, 26k]

Long before Rook de Riva took the contract on the elven gods, she learned to survive as a compradi of House de Riva. More importantly, she learned to survive Viago.

rec notes: ok, so i'm a little biased bc i helped beta read for this one, but the sheer depth of the characterization here is bananas. rook and viago's relationship is so much more complex than platonic or romantic, love or hate. it's a hard, unflinching look at the dark side of the crows that veilguard skirted around, and its take on the crow characters is both perceptive and honest. my favorite four words in this fic are "not like i was." you'll see what i mean when you get there. mind the warnings, but don't miss it - it's such a ride. and if you love a good torment nexus, i can promise you the rest of this series is just as mind-blowing as this installment. i can't rec this one highly enough.

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The Killing Kind by @teddywesworl [E, rookanis, 3.8k]

Lucanis was at Zara Renata’s mercy for a year. That sort of thing will leave a man with scars.

rec notes: absolutely my favorite rook/lucanis fic ever. please definitely mind the warnings on this one too, but it paints such a perfect picture of lucanis's character and the issues he might face after the ossuary, the spite voice is SO good, and the slow burn being somehow even slower is actually a fantastic choice. bonus rec for this author's other fics, particularly and any thing that may not misbecome the mighty sender, which has the best inner demons take i've ever seen, the eagle, which is competency porn, and the baseless fabric of this vision, which is actual porn but with fantastic character work.

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When the Floodwaters Come, I Will Help You Swim by @itsrainingpandas [E, rookanis, 5.5k]

They've been taking the relationship slow, as agreed. But after a freak storm isolates Rook and Lucanis in Treviso, and there's a fireplace and a bed, the desire between them becomes harder to ignore.

rec notes: i absolutely LOVE this entire series to pieces. the author has a MASTERFUL command over tone and mood and is able to shift both effortlessly. this rook is funny and brave while still being ruefully self-aware of and in touch with her own emotions, which adds a refreshing balance to a closed-off character like lucanis, and i'm constantly charmed by her. it was almost impossible to narrow this series down to a single fic to link to, but i chose this one because of how good the sex scene is; the dynamic here between rook and lucanis feels really good and natural. honorable mentions to Your Heart is a Haunted House and The Social Habits of Crows, which both feature illario and nearly got put on this list instead.

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How You Come Home by @punishandenslavesuckers [M, lucanis & illario, 3.2k]

Lucanis Dellamorte takes his cousin out for a night on the town after Illario returns from a rough contract. He doesn't seem like himself and Lucanis will do literally anything (including bar hop in Treviso) if it will bring Illario back home. Properly. AKA: Being a Crow is a nightmare sometimes and Illario commits the crime of decompressing in a 'frivolous' way. Lucanis has his back though.

rec notes: the way the shape of illario's damage is to clear to us without necessarily being clear to lucanis (whether it's because he can't see it or doesn't want to) is masterful, and when so much of their relationship both in canon and fic involves turmoil it's nice to see them just...love each other, even if it's difficult to show or say. this author is very good with characterization, and i also really enjoy Your Inexorable Company and Unseen Influence in this series, though as always, please be mindful of the warnings.

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Phantoms by @thewitchofelpis [T, rookanis, 700]

“It’s a nightmare, Spite. Lucanis is having a nightmare.”

rec notes: short and sweet, but i like how deftly it and evenly it covers all three characters' issues. i love the coziness of this author's style, so if you like this one, definitely check out the others.

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In Spite of You by @blazingquill [E, rookanis, 11.4k]

Lucanis lets himself be vulnerable. It takes a while. OR: Spite watches Lucanis’ slow breakdown over Rook. It lasts months.

rec notes: the pov/pronoun work in this one wrt to possession is extremely twisty and fun and refreshing, and the last line hits SO PERFECTLY. everything here feels so earned.

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Lucanis's Logbook, 6 by @flowersforthemachines [G, rookanis, 3.3k]

Lucanis’s journal kept throughout the time between Rook’s disappearance at Tearstone Island and the day she’s rescued from the Fade.

rec notes: this feels so well-integrated with canon, and the style perfectly matches the style of lucanis's actual logbooks from the game. having the fic itself use the actual look of the veilguard interface was such a wonderful touch and added immensely to this experience.

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Other Plans for the Evening by hollyvipe [M, rookanis, 5k]

Inspired by the Nick Thornborrow concept illustrations showing some very intriguing concepts they didn’t go with, like Rook and Lucanis in a lake in Treviso?! In this reimagining of a world where we got the lake scene, our lovers have already done the ‘commit to a relationship cutscene’ but Rook is still a bit unsure where that leaves them. Sure, he made her a dessert and remembered her drink… but are they actually together? And something I think a bit more exciting happens after his ‘I’ve got other plans for the evening’ tease.

rec notes: this one ties a lot of "missing scenes" together in a way that is satisfying, and it also scratches the itch for a more romantic moment here than was in the game. i really enjoy the mood of this one!

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feed me promises, keep my heart well by @alltears [G, rookanis, 3.9k]

a month after thwarting the gods, rook falls back into the fade. sort of.

rec notes: rook walking through the mansion at night is just creepy enough to be that extra little bit unsettling even though we know what's up, and lucanis and spite's solution to the problem is very clever. i also really enjoyed their dialogue with each other: it's tetchy without being openly hostile, and funny without breaking the more serious mood.

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Tomorrow We Die by @thecaryatid [E, rookanis, 2.8k]

Rook has a breakdown. The obligatory romance scene rewrite.

rec notes: this fic has the most interest after-affect of the fade prison i've come across. it's really compelling, sad, and also just a little spooky. i really enjoyed the comparison between solas and spite as entities inside rook and lucanis's heads.

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Volcanic by kaienne_pepper [E, rookanis, 6.1k]

Caldera de Riva, elder sister to the Fifth Talon currently going by "Rook", is no stranger to using unconventional means of distributing poisons. Unfortunately, on this minor of contracts, her mark doesn't mind distributing substances non-consensually either. One glass of wine later and two little Crows find themselves in a very compromising situation. Or: Lucanis and Rook both end up drugged during a contract and work each other through the effects.

rec notes: this is one of the first rookanis fics i ever read, and though i'm not normally a sex pollen girlie, i really enjoyed the vulnerability in this one and how in-character it was.

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Say The Desires That Are Your Deepest by @purplesauris [E, rookanis, 12.4k]

Lucanis finally allows himself to indulge in a late morning now that the world has ceased trying to fall apart around them.

rec notes: pegging fic of all time (even though there is technically no pegging) and one of my favorites. the way lucanis and rook navigate the New Sex Thing is really good, and the smut itself is both hot and incredibly intimate. it's nice to see lucanis still struggling with spite now and then even after the events of the game are over, it paints a more realistic picture, and i love the way they talk with one another when things are more settled, the spite voice is great.

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A Mirror to the Void by @wishforhome [E, rookanis, 1.9k]

Lucanis is not inexperienced with sex, but it's been more than a year since anyone has touched him. Since he's touched himself. He's worried about Spite, but Rook is asleep next to him and her presence makes him feel safe enough to try.

rec notes: sexuality is such a fun and complicated thing to navigate when there's a literal demon up inside you, and i thought this was a good portrayal of it.

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Just Wanna Hold You by whoframedjessicarabbit [E, rookanis, 400]

Lucanis is too stressed to get it up, and is surprised when he receives love and affection.

rec notes: short and sweet, but the tag #hold dick gentle like a hamburger was too compelling not to click on, and it does not disappoint if you're a fan of broken dick fics.

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Of Kindling Expectation by @nelsynoo [G, rookanis, 2.4k]

The Lighthouse is awake again after centuries of lying dormant. With a new host of inhabitants, the Lighthouse tries to figure out what they need and re-shape itself accordingly. Rook and Lucanis might not realise it yet - but they need each other.

rec notes: i've never read anything quite like this - it's from the lighthouse's pov, which is such an interesting and creative idea. the pov makes me feel as cozy as if i were an inhabitant of the lighthouse itself.

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thank you for reading the reclist, and hope you enjoy <3

[dragon age masterpost]

[archangeldyke-all]

okay, wait y all

EXSEV i mean how she be, toxic? possesive? maybe none of that

maybe she gonna kiss/ fuck you so everyone knows your still hers? idk

maybe you have new partner?

if this inspires you, is nlt necessary have to be what i said, maybe she is a cry baby

but if you do i die for see sev on her knees beg to have you back.

if your comfortable, kiss

omg... OMGGG okay...

(just a quick heads up! this one has a brief scene where reader vomits, so if that is a trigger for u plz don't read!)

men and minors dni

there isn't a big fight. well, that's not entirely true. you fight it tooth and nail, but sevika stays stoic, sad, and sure. she's breaking up with you. you don't understand why.

"i thought things were good-- i thought you loved me!" you shout. you're in your pajamas, had been expecting sevika to come home and cuddle you. you never would've guessed this was coming.

she nods. "they are. i do." she says.

"so then why the fuck--"

"i don't know!" she shouts suddenly. it's silent as she gathers her thoughts. "i just can't do this anymore." she says softly.

"you can't be serious." you whisper. sevika shrugs, looking down at her feet. "what happened today?" you ask. "you-- everything was fine this morning!" sevika shrugs again, still not looking at you. you scoff.

if she had said something, she would've said that today at work she narrowly avoided a knife to her stomach. she would've said that she's never been scared to die before, but today-- she was terrified. all she could think about was your face when you'd get the news. all she could think about was how she could never hurt you like that.

if she had said something, you wouldn't have stormed off to pack a duffel bag, muffling your sobs with the back of your hand.

if she had said something, you would've stayed-- told her that you're both guaranteed to die someday, that you just wanted to spend every moment alive you could with her.

but she didn't. so you left.

sevika is miserable without you. she thought she'd just be back to her old self, the person she was before you-- grumpier, quieter, more tired.

she wasn't. she was much worse than that.

she felt physically ill each morning when she woke up without you beside her. each night, she'd lay in bed awake, her mind replaying the pathetic sobs you tried to hide from her while you packed your bags that night.

each time she comes home to an empty apartment it's like a punch to her gut. her closet is bare now, without your clothes shoved up against hers. her shelves are nearly empty-- all your knickknacks and books gone.

so she starts avoiding home. starts spending more and more hours at the last drop, nowhere near ready to return to babettes. the thought of fucking someone besides you makes her sick.

she doesn't hear from you at all.

you aren't doing much better than she is, but you're determined to avoid her at all costs. the thought of seeing her makes you cry.

about a month after the break up, you bump into her on the street.

you were walking home from the market, hands full with paper bags, trying to figure out what you were going to cook for dinner.

you bumped into someone, cursing and apologizing, cutting yourself off when you look up and your eyes meet with sevika's.

you're both shocked to silence. for a heartbreaking moment, everything feels normal again, like the two of you are walking home from the market together and sevika's stopped in the middle of the street to kiss you.

you shake your head. that's not what's happening here.

you take a step away from her. "hey, sevika." you say sadly.

her heart breaks at the use of her full name. you were the only one who ever called her 'sev.' she missed the nickname.

"hey." she grunts awkwardly. you look around, trying to avoid her gaze, and let out a spiteful laugh when you see the building sevika's loitering in front of.

"back to your girls already?" you spit. sevika freezes, looking over her shoulder at the glowing neon light of babette's.

"no i'm not-- silco's here on business."

"right." you say sarcastically, taking another step away from her. "'s this why you ended it? missed 'em that much?" you ask. "or maybe you were fuckin' 'em all along. didn't want me to figure it out."

you're spiraling right in the middle of the street, all the rage and sadness and grief boiling over at the sight of sevika.

"don't be fucking stupid. you know i'd never cheat on you." she spits. you laugh hysterically.

"yeah, well there were a lot of things i thought i knew, sevika." you say. "thought i knew you were the one." you shrug. "guess i was wrong about that, though, huh?"

you may as well have ripped her heart out through her chest. she realizes then what she's done to you, how heartbroken you truly are. she has to ball her hands into fists to keep from reaching up and brushing your tears away. she bites her tongue and reminds herself that this is what she wanted.

"have a good night." you say, sidestepping her and hitching your paper bags further up your hip. "don't forget to tip your girl."

your friends take you out one night in an attempt to cheer you up. it's been a month and a half since the breakup, and you still feel just as gutted and horrible as the night it happened.

they take you to the last drop, but only after you give it the okay. you still have sevika's schedule memorized, so the only reason you agree is because you know she'll be off tonight.

it's nice to be back. sevika's coworkers greet you with smiles and hugs, telling you they've missed having you around, asking you where you've been.

you realize that sevika hasn't told them about the breakup. it makes you furious.

"she broke up with me." you say to theriam as he whips up your usual drink order. he freezes.

"seriously?" you nod. "what the fuck'd she do that for?" he asks. you try not to burst into tears at the question, simply shrugging.

"wish i knew." you whisper. "think she got bored of me." he scoffs behind the bar.

"no way, she's obsessed with you. it all makes sense now, she's been a total bitch for like... five or six weeks now." he says. "she's been miserable." he adds. you shrug again.

"yeah?" you ask. he nods. "good." you say. he chuckles and passes you your drink, telling you to have a fun night.

you and your friends dance and drink-- and for a few hours you really do manage to feel okay again. that is, until sevika walks in.

your eyes meet across the dance floor and you both freeze. sevika feels something warm bubble up in her stomach at the sight of you, and she tries to swallow it down.

she storms to the bar to drink away her feelings, downing three shots in quick succession before ordering a drink.

you keep your eyes trained on sevika, a fact she's well aware of. she can feel your gaze on her, she's always been able to. she wonders if she should come talk to you, wonders if it would be the right thing to say hello.

she catches your eye from the bar and waves shyly at you. you roll your eyes at her but wave back anyways. she has to bite back a grin.

beside her, a woman's hand slowly snakes up her arm. she's so caught up in the sight of you she doesn't notice one of babette's girls (for the life of her she can't remember her name) draping herself over sevika until the woman's purring in sevika's ear.

"long time no see, sevika." she whispers, her tongue flicking sevika's earlobe. sevika jumps in her seat, whipping around to face the woman, then back around to face you.

you look devastated.

you look... slightly green.

sevika pushes the woman off of her as you bolt from the bar, running after you.

she finds you vomiting in the alley between bouts of crying.

"shit." she says at the sight of you. she walks over to pull your hair back from your face and rub on your back, only to be furiously smacked away by you.

"get the fuck away from me!" you cry out before another round of bile forces its way out of you. she doesn't move, and your vomit splatters on her shoes. it makes you feel slightly better.

"you okay, baby?" she asks. the petname rolls off her tongue subconciously, and she cringes when she hears herself say it.

you snap up from where you were bent over, fire in your eyes as you shove sevika away from you with both hands, hard. she barely stumbles.

"you do not get to call--"

"i know." she cuts you off. "i'm sorry. it was a mistake." she says softly.

suddenly, you're bursting into tears. you bury your face in your hands and try to compose yourself, but something about sevika's presence makes it impossible.

across from you, sevika is digging her nails into her palm to keep from reaching out and gathering you in her arms. she tries speaking.

"it's not what it looks like." she says. you laugh between your cries, shaking your head.

"none of my business anyways, you're not mine anymore." you reply shakily. with a deep breath, you pry your hands away from your face, wiping away your tears and snot.

it's sevika's turn to laugh. "don't be ridiculous." she says. you blink up at her in confusion, your eyes wide and watery, and something inside her snaps. "of course i'm still yours!" she shouts. you jump at the outburst. "i can't sleep, i can't eat, i'm a fucking mess all the time. i can't even-- i can't even step foot inside babette's, the thought of someone else makes me sick to my stomach. i can't go home either-- not without you there. you're all i ever think about, and i miss you so much it hurts!" she finishes with a shout. rage bubbles up inside of you.

"then why'd you break up with me, jackass?!" you spit out. "you did that, remember? that wasn't me, that was you. none of this is my fault-- i don't even know why it happened! you left for work one morning as the love of my life and you came home that night and dumped me! i-- you-- you fucking broke my heart," your voice cracks, "and now you're acting like it's my fucking fault!"

sevika is silent. this is the last thing she ever wanted. she broke up with you to avoid this, to avoid the horrible heartbroken look on your face, to avoid the way your hands are shaking uncontrollably by your sides. it occurs to her now, with you sobbing uncontrollably in front of her, that maybe leaving you wasn't the best way to keep you safe and happy. maybe you needed her as much as she needed you.

she thinks about it for a second, how heartbroken she would've been if you'd dumped her out of the blue with no explanation. she thinks she'd probably have gone on a murderous rampage.

oh shit, she thinks as she watches you storm past her back into the bar, i've made a horrible mistake.

sevika spends the rest of the weekend working on 'operation: win you back.' it goes something like this:

on monday morning you get to work and find an envelope stuffed in your locker. you open it curiously, it isn't signed or addressed, and you wonder if it's an old paycheck your manager forgot to give you.

inside is a five page handwritten letter from sevika. upon seeing her handwriting, you scoff and crumble the letter up, throwing it back in your locker and slamming the door.

that night, though, as you're shoving your coat on to leave for work, you can't help but slip the ball of paper into your pocket. you tell yourself it's just to take it home to throw away, but you know it's a lie.

you read it in bed that night, sobbing. the letter is unfiltered and rambling, you chuckle a few times at lines you can practically hear sevika speaking out loud in your mind.

"i think i fucked up," is one of your favorite lines, second to "i'm never going to be able to stop loving you."

the letter details everything, the near death miss you'd never known about, the way she had a panic attack in the back of the last drop afterwards, her mind imagining your heartbroken wails as you get the news she's died. she writes about how miserable she was without you, how everything seemed to get dimmer, how food lost its taste, and drinking lost its fun. she writes about realizing how much she must have hurt you, how sorry she is for being so careless with your heart.

you fall asleep with the papers pressed against your chest.

on tuesday, you wake up to someone knocking at your door, a deliveryman with a bouquet you needed to sign for.

when you take the flowers inside you open the card in the front. it simply reads, 'have a good day. S.'

on wednesday, you bump into sevika as you leave work to start your walk home. she avoids your gaze as she asks to walk you home. you say yes, heart melting at the awkward way she's rubbing the back of her neck.

"how've you been?" she asks you. you chuckle and shrug.

"goin' through a rough patch with my girlfriend, so you know. things could be better." you say.

you don't miss the grin that grows on sevika's face when you refer to her your girlfriend. she doesn't mention it, and you don't either, but you do reach out to snatch her hand into yours.

she doesn't kiss you goodbye when you get home, but she does hug you for a solid three minutes, breathing in your scent, soaking in the way you feel against her body.

god, she'd missed you.

nothing happens on thursday. at least, that's what you think until you get home and see sevika waiting outside of your front door with takeout in her hands. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i don't remember inviting you over." you say. she shrugs.

"you don't have to let me in. just wanted to make sure you were eating right." she says as she hands the bag of food to you.

you consider her for a moment, then roll your eyes.

"come on." you say, as you unlock your door. "i don't have any whiskey but i've got some beers in the fridge."

the two of you spend the night catching up on the couch. sevika tells you all the crazy work stories she hasn't been able to tell anyone for nearly two months, and you do the same.

after a few beers, you both start talking about what went down between the two of you. sevika apologizes profusely, going into great detail on how she's going to make it up to you, how she's going to rebuild the trust she broke. you roll your eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling at her words.

"what?" she asks. you scoff.

"you're gonna make me cry again." you huff. "don't you think you've done enough of that lately?" you ask wobbly as tears start to bubble up in your eyes. sevika takes a shaky breath beside you.

"don't cry." she demands. "'cause then i'll cry." you laugh, and lean forward to bury your face in her chest.

sevika freezes for a moment, before reaching up to curl her arms around you, holding you against her as both of you cry.

you make her sleep on the couch that night, because you're still feeling a bit butthurt.

but in the middle of the night, you wake up cold and alone and acutely aware of sevika snoring twenty feet away from you. fuck it you think as you get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, nudging sevika awake.

"wha-?" she blinks awake. "you okay, honey?" you melt at the nickname.

"come on." you say, turning to walk back to your bedroom.

sevika sits in confusion for a few moments until you call for her from bed. "come on, sev!" she sprints into your room, diving into bed and giggling as she curls up in your arms.

on friday, you wake up with sevika on top of you, snoring away, right where she belongs. you breathe in the smell of her shampoo, press a kiss to her scalp, whisper sweet nothings into the top of her hair.

she wakes up somewhere between your "i love you so fuckin' much." and your "you're such a fuckin' asshole for making me pay rent all on my own."

"jus' move back in with me." she grumbles, still half asleep. you laugh.

"signed a year long lease." you say.

"so break it." she groans as she picks her head up to look at you, shuffling off your tits to lay beside you on a pillow. you turn over to face her, your noses brushing together.

"and wreck my credit? what'll happen next month when you break up with me 'cause someone shoots at you?"

it's quiet for a second, and you sigh.

"sorry. that was fuckin' rude." you grunt out. sevika shakes her head.

"it's cool, i deserve that." she says.

"it's not cool. not after last night. and this whole week. i get it, sev. i get why you did it. it just..."

"really fucking sucked of me?" she guesses. you giggle.

"yeah." you say. she smiles.

"so let me move in with you." she says with a shrug. you gawk at her. she shrugs. "i'll break my lease. i just wanna... be with you. if you'll have me."

"your apartment's half a block from your job!" you say. she shrugs. "and the shower here sucks!" she shrugs again.

"yeah, but you're here." she says easily. tears start welling in your eyes.

"okay." you huff out. sevika beams. "but i reserve the right to actually fucking murder you if you break my heart like that again." you add on. sevika grins.

"of course, baby."

you were gonna make her wait a few more days to kiss her again, but you can't keep yourself from leaning forward to kiss her breathless right then and there.

sevika's crying when you pull away.

"what's wrong!?" you ask, panicked. she giggles and pulls you in for another quick kiss before she speaks.

"nothing. i'm just so fuckin' happy you're mine again."

the two of you spend the weekend moving sevika into your apartment.

the space starts feeling like home with each box of sevika's stuff you unload.

you sleep soundly for the first time in weeks on saturday night, after sevika'd spent hours eating you out.

on sunday, she takes you out for dinner and a walk in the park. unbeknownst to you, sevika's 'win you back' plan had one final bonus step titled 'if things go well.'

you're in the middle of rambling to sevika about the book you're in the middle of reading when she stops in her tracks. you pause and turn around to look at her.

"you okay?" you ask. it's just the two of you in the park this late at night. you and a few geese swimming in the fountain pond beside you.

"i--i was gonna wait til we had a house together." sevika says. you furrow your brow in confusion. "but these past two months made it crystal clear to me that if there's ever anyone in this world who'll get me-- it's you." she says. you frown, unsure of where she's going.

"baby what--"

"and i-- you know, i'm trying to tell you my feelings now. all of them." she says. you nod, encouraging her to talk but still completely unsure of where her train of thought is headed. "so... right now-- and honestly probably for years now-- i feel like i want to marry you. and know it's probably a bad time to do this because we just broke up, but... i feel like i don't wanna wait anymore to make you my wife." she rushes out. you blink at her and she shrugs. "you don't have to--"

she's cut off by your hysterical laughter as you double over in front of her. "you're proposing!?" you gasp out. she nods in confusion. you burst into another round of laughter. "sevika!" you laugh.

"what?"

"this is a horrible time to propose! and you're not even on one knee! and you don't have a ring! you're crazy!" you say between laughs. she frowns, looking down at herself like she's just now noticing these things too. she pouts. you take a moment to compose yourself, wiping away your tears of laughter and standing back up to your full height. "you're lucky i'm fuckin' crazy for you, too." you say, leaning up to kiss her pout away.

"is-- what-- does that mean...?"

"yes. i'll marry you." you say, nodding. sevika blinks, then grins, tackling you onto the grass beneath you and kissing you breathless.

"i love you so fucking much." she says against your lips.

"i love you too." you say, giggling up at her. "good job sharing your feelings."

"yeah?" she asks you, pride shining through her voice. you grin and nod.

"definitely."

"i'm sorry i didn't do it right--"

"i don't care." you cut in. "i mean-- you're definitely getting me a ring, and a nice one too!" you say pointing up at her where she hovers above you. she nods enthusiastically. "but-- it was perfect. i mean it was horribly unromantic and i think i'm laying in goose shit right now, but it was you, you know? i'll always say yes to you." you say, grinning. sevika melts above you.

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she says. you smile. sevika leans down to kiss you, not even caring that the hand she's holding herself up with is squishing a pile of shit.

hell, she'd eat shit if it meant you kept giggling and kissing her like this.

so, overall, the breakup was shit. but it ended up being one of the best things that's happened to either of you.

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