#I DID NOT!!!! HAVE THIS ENTIRELY DONE LAST NIGHT

[flaggermuser]

When You Loved Me

1,209 words || Fluff, Spoilers for Season 4 Episode 4, Hurt/Comfort, GN Reader, Doctor Reader, Happy Ending, Childhood Trauma ||

Inspired by the idea that at least one doctor would have formed an attachment.

Thank you to @bisexualhomelander for being my beta

They're nearly all dead, there's just one loose end that Homelander needs to tie up.

So he stands outside the unassuming house, ready to cross the final name off his list, which he found in an old abandoned file documenting his ‘development’.

It was a stroke of luck that he found you - it seemed as if Vogelbaum scrubbed you from all official records.

Determined to finish what he's started, he knocks on your door and waits impatiently, ready to strike you down where you stand.

“I’m coming!”

He freezes, his entire body tensing up as your voice unlocks memories from his time in the lab, ones buried deep somewhere at the back of his mind.

A frightened and hurt little boy being held, being comforted after the incinerator and the other horrible forms of torture he was subjected to.

“Shhh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm here. Shall we read another story?”

The door slowly opens and there you are. 

Now that he's seen your face, the memories are more vivid. There’s still that kindness in your eyes, the one he saw every night before he went to sleep. 

At least, for a few months before you disappeared.

“Hello, John.” Your smile is still as warm as he remembers. “My, how you’ve grown. Come in, come in!”

With trepidation, he slowly enters, unsure of what he’ll find. It’s homely, filled with curiosities and everything he’s ever associated with a true American home. As he follows you into your living room, he notices some of the pictures on the wall with you and your former colleagues at Vought, some of whom he’s already killed.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“A glass of milk would be nice,” he replies, trying his best to smile while conflicting thoughts swirl in his mind.

He was so convinced that you were like the others that had you not spoken, he would have killed you the moment you opened the door.

“Well take a seat, I’ll be right back.”

He takes a seat on your couch, hands in his lap, looking around the room again. That’s when he notices the mantelpiece, covered in photos and newspaper clippings, all in ornate frames.

Not of your family - of him. They’re all of him.

Taking pride of place in the middle of the mantelpiece is a picture from several years ago.

“Don't worry John, it's just a camera. All I'm going to do is take a picture of just the two of us. I promise it won't hurt.”

He's sat on your lap, your arms around him, holding him tightly, protectively, a smile on your face.

He’s smiling too. He’s happy. He’s with you.

They took you from me.

“Here we go,” your return snaps him back to reality, his eyes softening as he notices the glass of milk in your hand and a plate of cookies in your other, settling it down on the coffee table in front of him.

It’s such a sweet gesture.

You take a seat in a nearby armchair, “It’s so wonderful to see you again.”

After all these years, you’re still this beacon of absolute kindness.

“Do I call you John or Homelander?”

“John.”

How did I forget how lovingly you said my name? How did I forget you?

“I’m so proud of you, you’ve done so well. And look at you, you’re The Homelander! Leader of the Seven!”

His lower lip quivers, trying to keep himself together but it’s proving harder. Your praise comes from a place of pure love, something he’s never experienced or at least, he can’t remember experiencing.

“I see you’ve noticed the mantel. I know I must seem mad but I’ve been following your progress.”

You cared about me, you care about me, it’s all genuine.

“You were so young when I last saw you, with that lovely little smile.”

You reach out to take his hand but he pulls away, only so he can take off his glove. It looks so small in his, he knows if he squeezes just a little, all your bones would be crushed to dust.

But he won't.

“The things we did. Oh John, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I didn’t do anything to save you. I should've stood up to Vogelbaum, I should've protected you."

Saved him, protected him - the regret is written all over your face.

They regretted their actions too, only after he reminded them. Then they apologised but it was too late for them, maybe it’s still too late for you. 

He squeezes your hand, trying to comfort you. 

“You know, I think about you every day. I wanted to reach out but I figured Vogelbaum would have any attempt at contact blocked, especially from me. All because I chose to be human.”

Human. They were human too and they tortured me.

It’s clear that is a sore subject for you, nowhere near as painful for him but the fact it makes you sad somehow makes him feel better. It shows that you cared.

“They fired me for ‘interfering with the experiment’ but how could I not?! You were scared, you were crying and they left you all alone in that horrid room.”

The bad room.

“I couldn’t just leave you there to cry yourself to sleep. So I volunteered to take the night shift. Do you remember… remember the first time?”

His jaw tightens, desperately searching his mind for even the tiniest hint of a recollection yet all of the torment he was subjected to has buried everything deeper. 

“You were terrified that I was going to hurt you, your eyes glowed red and you trembled. I knew you didn’t want to hurt me but you would if you had to.”

You understood.

“It took you a few minutes to realise I wouldn’t hurt you - I think it was the books under my arm that convinced you I wasn’t a threat.”

A single flash - “Would you like me to read you a story?”

“I sat down on your bed, you sat on my lap and we read story, after story, after story. Until you didn’t want me to read anymore, you just wanted me to hold you. So I did exactly that.”

He desperately wants to remember, he needs to remember. 

“Then Vogelbaum found out, I must have forgotten to turn the cameras off and I was removed from the project. I should’ve fought for you, I should’ve marched right back in there and demanded to take you. But I didn’t.”

But you’re here now. They’re all dead but you’re still here.

“I forgive you,” it slips out of his mouth, however, this time it’s heartfelt. He means this without malice.

You’re the parent he’d always wanted, living in a house he always dreamed of, serving him milk and cookies like he’s still that young boy you cared about.

Maybe it wasn’t too late, maybe there could be something here, born from the ashes of your past sin and his trauma.

Sniffling, you wipe away your tears, tightening your grip on his hand. When the smile returns, it’s affectionate and all for him.

“I want you to know, John. I need you to know, that you’ll always have a place here and in my heart."

[mauvecherie-writes]

a win and ruined sheets: j.koundé

pairing: jules koundé x black!reader

summary: months apart had the both of you acting out of character for each other.

content tags: 18+ NSFW, MDNI, established relationship, fluff, google translated french, sexual content, oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex, mild dirty talk.

ru’s 💌: finally a full written smut Jules scene lmao. It’s been a long time coming. this is for my Jules girlies especially @hopefulromantic1 and @queenshikongo3 [Serena you’ll see one part specifically for you, you’ll know when you see it 😉.] please comment, reblog and like 💋.

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A bright smile spread across his face when he walked further into his suite and you were there. Dressed in nothing but his Barcelona jersey and a pair of ‘Hot Girl’ bootie shorts. Your coiled curls sat in a high puff on your head with a scarf around your edges.

On your face was a smile that eclipsed his.

“Mon cœur!” [my heart] He exclaimed as he dropped his bags and opened his arms. You had already jumped off from the couch where you had been residing as you watched the highlights of the match against Austria. He played well throughout the entirety of the match and you couldn’t be more proud of your boyfriend. Representing his country on the world stage was something Jules was proud of and despite the fact you were unable to be there on the stands because of another commitment due to your job, as soon as you were done, you hopped on the first flight to Germany to be with him now.

You dove into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you tightly held onto each other. You buried your face into his neck and sniffed in his scent. He smelt like the Shea butter scented body wash you had bought for him months ago because you thought his old one contradicted his cologne too much. Jules secured his arms around your waist as he walked back to the sitting area and dropped us back on the couch which caused you to giggle.

You took your head out of the crook of his neck and cupped his cheeks and smiled at him.

“Hi, my baby. I’m so proud of you.” You gleamed up at him with the love reflecting in your eyes as you held his gaze. Jules sighed in content as he smiled and pecked your lips, humming softly as your thighs shifted to his waist.

“Merci, mon amour.” [thank you my love] He replied. “I wish you had been there but I’m so happy you’re here now. My heart is beating so fast now that you’re in my arms.” His words warmed your cheeks and you didn't stop the giggle that left your lips.

“I got on the first flight that I could so I would be with you tonight. Did you have any plans with the team to celebrate?” You asked as you played with the locks.

“Yeah the team had plans but I don’t care for them now. Would much rather spend time with you.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smirked at him. They haven’t been with each other physically in four months. An entirely too long of a distance as unfortunately, their jobs kept them apart. Nights full of sexting and phone sex could never replace the real connection the both of you share.

“Why don’t we order some room service and I light up some candles and we celebrate in our own way.” You smiled at him as you played with the pendant of his chain. Jules smirked as he squeezed your thigh.

“I like the sound of that.” He threw your phrase back at you which causes you to laugh. With one last kiss, you will yourself you pull away from him. As you freshened up, Jules had ordered room service, a full platter of your favourite dishes along with a couple of bottles of expensive champagne. The both of you had undressed and adorned your bodies in the lush white hotel robes as you shared the food and drink.

However, Jules kept you close. Never letting you stray away from him. He kept you in between his legs, his hands around your waist as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Four months away from each other.” He mumbled into your ear. “Ne faisons plus jamais ça." [Let’s never do that again.] He whispered in your ear.

“I promise baby.” You replied, giggling as you felt his lips tug on your ear. Since knowing Jules, you had taken it upon yourself to learn how to speak French as that was the language that he communicated with the most so you felt it imperative to also know the language.

“Tu m'as tellement manqué." [I missed you so much.] The words left your mouth as you turned your body and you placed your hand on his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue as you pressed your body into his.

“Tu m'as manqué aussi.” [I missed you too.] He mumbled into your mouth as Jules’s hand came to the ties of your robe and pulled them apart. The fabric falls away from your body, exposing your voluptuous breasts to his greedy eyes.

“Touch me.” You whispered. Jules didn’t need any more instruction as his large hand covers your breast and pinches your nipple in between his fingers as he kneads the flesh. The kissing becomes heavier as you moan into his mouth. Each sound, a plea for him to do more.

Always the giver, Jules turned the positions of your body so that you were lying beneath him. You smile at him as he pulls the robe away from your body as he discards his before joining you once again on the bed. As he hovered above you, you trailed your fingers on his chest, scratching the soft hairs on his sternum.

He leaned down and captured your lips. The press of his body on yours, had you parting your legs wider as you whimpered into his mouth as his tongue passionately entangled with yours. As his body was slotted in between yours, moaning as you felt his heavy dick pressed against you. Your arousal built up even more as Jules began to subtly rub himself against you.

But it didn’t take long for Jules to find himself situated in between your legs, following the path to your haven with a trail of kisses. He placed your legs onto his shoulders as he wasted no time diving in. Your hands shot up and gripped onto the headboard of the bed she sucked on your clit oh so sweetly. Your hips took a mind of their own and rolled them back and forth into his mouth.

The sweep of his tongue against your sensitive bud was like a branding to your soul. You had missed his mouth on you so much and Jules was taking it. You moved one hand from the headboard to his thick locks and gripped on them.

He continued sucking on your clit harder, biting on it for stimulation before soothing it with a lick as his fingers prodded at your entrance. He started a new rhythm of his fingers and tongue on your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back your head as your thighs spasm around his head.

“Oh fuck! Jules!” You exclaimed as he sucked in your clit harder, thrusting his fingers faster inside of you, curling them so that they brushed on our sweet spot every time.

“Oh my god!” You screamed as Jules spanked the side of your thigh as the rush of your orgasm spread through your body. Stars exploded behind your eyes as your body convulsed and you almost blacked out from the intensity of your orgasm. Your hands caressed his hair as you rode out the waves of your high that were still wrecking your body.

Jules placed his hands on either side of your waist, bringing his own body to hover above yours. In between your legs, you could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh.

The desire was palpable between you. From your very first time with Jules, the both of you knew that you would be addicted to each other. These four months were the longest you’d even been apart since the beginning of your relationship so the need to feel him was strong.

He parted your legs and you got up to your elbows and searched for his lips. He drove his hand into your curls as he kissed you deeply. You slowly fell back onto the bed, your hands pressed onto his chest before sliding down to his abs and finally circling his waist.

Jules rubbed his dick against your entrance and you squirmed as you tried to angle your hips, feeling impatient - now wasn’t the time to tease you. Your eyes locked as you wrapped your fingers around his girth, pulling his dick towards you until his tip pierced through your opening.

The both of you gasped as he slid into you, deeper and deeper with every inch. Your hands grabbed ahold of his forearms as you adjusted yourself to his size. It didn’t matter how wet or how relaxed you were, his thickness took some time getting used to.

“Fuck, bébé. J'ai besoin de bouger.” [Babe. I need to move.] He whispered.

“I’m okay. Please move.”

You met him stroke for stroke, lifting your hips every time that he came down. He was slow, taking his time but you could tell that he was holding back by how tense his muscles were beneath your touch.

Suddenly, he pulled out of your heat.

“Jules?” You sounded confused but any question was left stuck in your throat when he wrapped his arms around your thighs and placed his mouth on your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out in ecstasy as your back arched off the bed. His tongue rapidly lashed against your sensitive bud as you rolled your hips into his mouth, riding him. One hand came down and grabbed onto his thick locks, moaning as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Jules! Oh g— uuuhhh!” You whined as your grip on his head tightened as you were about to come. Then he pulled away and thrusted back into you, the force of it taking your breath away. He kissed you wildly and passionately which caused you to gush around his dick as you tasted your sweetness that resided on his lips.

He dropped his head into the crevice of your neck as he hiked one of your legs into the bent of his elbow as he began to piston his hips into your body. You tried to meet the command of his thrusts but he was pressing you down, leaving you helpless as you took it all.

“This pussy is so good, fuck.” Jules groaned into your ear. The sounds of your skin slapping echoing across the room as his thrusts rattled your body.

“ Tu es si profond, bébé.” [You’re so deep, baby.] You knew that Jules loved it when you spoke to him in french especially when he was deep inside of you, wreaking havoc in your core. You bit onto your lip as you felt his kisses trail down from your jawline to your chest before he took a nipple into his mouth.

“Jules!” You whimpered his name as you felt yourself tightening up once more. “Baby. I’m gonna come!” You squealed as he bit down on your hardened nipple before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Give it to me bébé. Come on my dick.” His hair fell over your faces like a curtain, shielding your expressions just for him to witness. Sweat shimmered on his skin, dampening his forehead and eyebrows. The contracting of your cunt around caused him to groan as his eyes lost focus of your face before he closed them.

You tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. However, before your lips could even meet, your body seized as your bubble finally burst.

“Fuuuccckk, that’s it bébé. Drench me just like that.” His voice hoarse and his accent sounded thicker which prolonged your orgasm. He looked down at where your bodies were connected and moaned at the sight of your cream collecting at the base of his dick.

Your legs were in the air with your feet pointed towards the ceiling as Jules’s hands were on either side of your head with his chains dangling in your face.

“I missed this sweet pussy.” He told you. “C'est ma chatte, n'est-ce pas.” [It’s my pussy isn’t it.] His strokes became faster and faster until the bed was rocking and the headboard was knocking against the wall.

“It’s your pussy. Only yours.” Your words are like a shot of adrenaline for him as they cause him to pound into you harder. Your hands came to his neck and pulled him down to suck his bottom lip into your mouth.

“Right there baby!” You gasped, your mouth falling open into a silent moan. You were about to come again. Your eyes widened as your pupils dilated - the words falling short as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Come with me baby. Just one more.” Jules panted as he brought one hand to your hips and held onto you as he worked himself in and out of your pussy.

You screamed his name as he did yours - his body convulsing on top of you. You felt his come shoot deep inside of you and you hummed in satisfaction as he filled you up.

He fell into your arms and you wrapped them around his shoulders as his moved underneath your body and hugged you. Your bodies were still joined in your moment of peace as you placed a kiss on the side of his forehead. He turned his head so that his chin was on your sternum as he met your eyes.

“I hope that’s not your only round for the night.” He commented which caused you to playfully roll your eyes.

“You made me come like three times. Give me a few minutes, not all of us have stamina like you.”

“Maybe if you came to the gym with me-.”

“Annndd lady-boner gone.” You tried moving from him but Jules just pulled you back, squealing as you did as he attacked you with kisses. The both of you rolled in the ruffled sheets until you were above him.

Your core was pressed against his hardening dick. You bit your lip as your arousal began building up just from the way that he was looking at you. He smirked as he could feel your wetness begin to soak him.

“Is your lady-boner back?” Jules asked as he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist. With one hand on his chin and with the other, you reached in between your bodies and held onto his dick, aiming his tip for your entrance.

“Just shut up and kiss me…”

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[ladylovesloki]

The Fated Apple: Part Eight

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff && 🔥🔥smut🔥🔥

Summary: You and Loki get closer.

A/N: Ok so you remember when I said this was going to be 8 parts?..oops..Part Nine will definitely be the last part though. I also didn’t want you guys to wait until Monday for an update so I did some quick editing so I can post it tonight. Thank you all again so much for reading and for your amazing comments 💚

Enjoy💚

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Weeks go by before you know it, you and Loki have become inseparable. Any moment you can spare with him you do and he does the same. When he was completely healed, he was required to return to his princely duties, council meetings and all of that. Alarian’s trial had finished and his sentencing was set for tomorrow. You can’t help but feel nervous about the whole thing, you couldn’t wait until it was all over and you can put it all behind you.

You were currently in your workshop, you found that even though Ana was no longer with you to paint there were plenty of other Asgardians here that also enjoyed it. So you thought you would continue on and you were so happy you did. You have made so many friends, you couldn’t wait for Jane to come back for a visit so you could introduce her to everyone.

The Asgardian people adored you. Not only because of your efforts on Muspelheim but because of how much joy you have brought the younger prince. Before he would walk around with an ever present scowl on his face but now he is continuously smiling. Especially when you are in his presence.

You have been sleeping in Loki’s bed every night since Jane left, so much so that before you left for your workshop this morning your maids asked if you just wanted to move your things in to Loki’s rooms. You blushed and smiled, “I’ll have to ask Prince Loki about that first.” They respond with giggles, already knowing how their Prince will respond.

You’re currently painting another part of Frigga’s garden, you recently saw a flower you had never seen before and you thought it was the most beautiful thing. You had asked Loki if you could possibly have one to keep in your workshop as a reference but instead of just a single flower he brought you an entire bouquet of them. Every time you look at them you smile, you can’t help but think of him every time you do.

“That is turning out lovely darling.”, you didn’t even hear him enter the room.

You turn around and give him a soft smile, “thank you. They really are beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you my heart.”, he leans forward and gives you a kiss. The rest of the ladies in the room watch and swoon at the tender moment.

“Will you be finished shortly? I am famished after this last council meeting.”, he asks.

“Yea, I think I’m done for today. Dining hall?”

Loki nods, “yes I believe my mother wishes to speak with us.”

“Ok, I’m ready now if you want to go.”

Loki nods and takes your hand in his. You keep holding it as you walk to the dining hall, both of you with smiles on your faces. When you arrive to the dining hall doors, Loki keeps on walking. You look at him confused, “where are we going?”

“I forgot, my mother asked if we could meet her in the private royal dining room.”

You don’t think anything of it an continue your walk.

When you arrive, the guards at the door opened them for you both and when you walked inside your heart stops.

Not only was Frigga there but Jane and Darcy were there with her as well. Your eyes immediately fill with tears and you run straight to your sister. When you reach her you throw your arms around her and cry into her shoulder. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too sis.”, Jane separates herself from you but keeps hold of your arms so she can take a look at you. “You look beautiful y/n.”

You smile and bring her back in for a hug.

“Do I not get any love?!”, Darcy interrupts the moment.

You laugh and extract yourself from Jane to give Darcy a big hug, “how are you Darcy?”

“Great! Not as great as you apparently.”

You laugh and look back to Loki who is giving you a sweet smile, “you knew about this didn’t you?”

“Knew about it? It was his idea!”, Jane clarifies.

You look back to Loki who is looking down at the floor with a bashful smile, you walk over to him and give him a sweet kiss. “Thank you baby.”

He smiles and gives you another quick kiss, “anything for you my heart. I know you have been missing your home, your sister especially. I thought having her here for Alarian’s sentencing would be comforting for you.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

Loki shakes his head, “it is I that does not deserve you.”

“Wow…you guys really got close huh?”, Jane interrupts your moment with Loki with a smile.

You turn back to her with your own bashful smile, you almost forgot for a second that you and Loki weren’t alone.

“Why don’t we all have a seat, the maids should be in soon with our midday meal.”, Frigga suggests.

You all take your seats and Jane fills you in on everything that has been going on on Earth. She told you that your job took your leaving pretty well, they were sad to lose you but were so happy for you. You asked about Erik and she said that she couldn’t drag him away from Heimdall’s observatory since they arrived but they expected him to attend the feast later that night.

You all have a pleasant lunch, Loki even surprised you by having the cooks make food from Earth. He had asked your sister what some of your favorite meals were and she helped give recipes.

You take Jane’s hand in yours, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Jane smiles back at you, “me too. I didn’t want you to have to go through Alarian’s sentencing alone.”

You look over to Loki and give him a sweet smile, “I wouldn’t have been alone.” You look back to Jane, “ but I am so happy you’re here.”

Loki takes your hand in his, “you should take them to your workshop tomorrow, introduce Jane and Darcy to all of your new friends.”

You nod, “that’s a great idea! I have been so excited about you meeting everyone.”

“I’m happy you’re still painting.”, Jane says with a smile.

“Me too. It’s definitely one of the best things that came out of that entire situation.”

Loki squeezes your hand, “thank you for saying it was one of the best things…”

You give him a kiss, “you are definitely the best thing.”

“I’m so happy for you both. Thank you for taking such great care of my sister Loki.”

“It is my honor. She is the greatest gift the Norn’s saw fit to bless me with.”

You all finish your meal and Jane and Darcy decided to go to Heimdall’s observatory to collect Erik so they can get settled in their rooms before the feast tonight. In the meantime you and Loki decide to retire to your rooms to get freshened up yourselves. During lunch you and Loki discussed you moving into his chambers and by the time lunch was over your maids had already moved your things. When you get there you go straight to the bathing chambers to take a bath, while you’re filling to large tub and adding various scents and oils Loki sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Hey you”, you greet him with a smile. You rub your hands up and down his forearms.

“Hello..”, he starts kissing your neck. You and Loki haven’t really moved beyond kissing and light touching but everyday it was getting harder and harder to keep your hands off each other.

“Would you like to join me?”, you ask.

Loki turns you around so he can see your face, “are you certain?”

You nod and give him a deep kiss, “very.”

He magics away his robes and you can’t help but rub your hands all over his chest. He starts to kiss you and begins to remove your own robe. When he saw you were naked underneath you hear him take in a sharp breath.

“Darling…you look delicious.”

“Then why don’t you taste me and find out..”, you tease.

He gives you a sinful smile and then moves you over to your vanity. He lifts you up and sets you down, kissing his way down your body until he is kneeling down directly in front of your pussy. He looks you in the eyes when he uses his tongue to start pleasuring you but you can’t manage to keep your eyes open. His tongue was moving in ways you never imagined a tongue could move. Massaging your clit and diving into your awaiting, pulsating cunt.

“I was correct in my assumption, you are delicious my darling girl.”, he goes back to licking you slowly and then he adds a finger inside of you. After he feels your body start to relax more, he adds a second finger and starts to pump with the rhythm of his tongue.

“Fuck Loki..I’m getting close.”

“I feel it darling, let go for me..”

And you do, but as soon as you were finished coming down from your hight you were ready for something more.

“Loki…I want you..”

“You have me my heart.”

You push him back and stand up from the vanity. You take his hand in yours and walk over to the bathtub. He follows you in and you take a moment to let the warm water relax your body, kissing and touching as you do. Loki was so distracted that he didn’t realize you were walking him backwards until he clumsily sat down on the seat built into the tub.

You straddle his lap and his eyes grow comically wide, “I want to feel you Loki..please.”

All Loki could do was nod, you kiss him on his lips, his cheeks, his eyes and the tip of his nose. He gives you a sweet smile until you sink down on his hard cock. It takes his breath away, he wasn’t ready for how tight you were.

“Ohh..oh..Gods..”, he moans.

“Fuck..you’re big.”, you slowly move up and down until you build up a sensual rhythm, matching the same rhythm he had when he was fingering you on your vanity moments ago.

You start to feel your second orgasm so you quicken your pace, “Loki…I…I’m..”

“I know…I feel it…I’m there with you…right there…”

You kiss him as your orgasm hits you, your pulsating pussy bringing Loki to his end as well. You both moan into each others mouths and don’t break your kiss until you feel his cock stop releasing into you.

“Norns..we probably should’ve waited until after the feast to do that..now all I want to do it ravish you again.”, he bring you into another deep kiss, lifting your hips up slightly so you could feel him getting hard again.

“There is always after. We should hurry though..”, you smile into his mouth.

He nods, “you are right, let us continue our bath and then I will dress you in the most beautiful gown. In my colors of course.”

“Of course.”, you smile, proud to wear his colors.

You both take your time washing each other, you find that your enjoy washing his hair. So much so that you couldn’t help but entice Loki for a quicky before you got out of the tub. This time instead for you riding him, he turned you around and fucked you hard from behind. Your fingers hurt by the end of it from how hard you were clutching the side of the tub.

You finally finished your bath and Loki did as he promised and dressed you in a beautiful gown in his colors. A beautiful combination of green and gold, your hair pinned up so he could see your face. He also gifted you with some jewelry that you almost declined because of how beautiful they were. You have never owned anything like what he was putting on you and it was definitely something you had to get used to.

“Loki, this is all so beautiful.”

He smiles at you, “just one last thing.” He waved his hands and conjured a beautiful gold tiara. “For the future princess of Asgard. And what a beautiful princess you will be.”

“Thank you baby.”, you reach up and give him a sweet kiss. When you broke apart he placed it on your head and fixed your hair.

He takes a moment to look you over, “stunning.”

“Thank you.”, you blush.

Loki gives you another quick kiss and summons his formal attire.

“That’s fancy, I thought you only wore this for special occasions.”

He nods, “well, I figured with your family here it is one.”

He leaves it at that and takes your hand to leave for the feast. You get to the great doors and when they open the guards announce you both. You’re surprised to see not only the entire royal family but the Goddess Idunn as well. You make your way to the table and politely greet everyone, curtsying to Idunn. You give your sister a big hug, along with Darcy and when you see Erik you give him a big hug as well.

“Erik! It’s so nice to see you.”

“And you as well, your highness.”

“Oof hold on the your highness stuff, I’m not really a princess…”

“Yet.”, Loki interjects and you can see Erik visibly stiffen.

Loki must see it as well and takes the opportunity to apologize, “Dr. Selvig, please accept my sincerest apologies. I know the last time we saw each other I was not…myself.”

Erik nods, “I understand, Jane explained to me about Thanos. Thank you for inviting me to your home, Heimdall has already shown me some amazing things that will really impact our research.”

After Loki cleared the air with Erik, everyone had a nice meal and soon the feast hall was loud with chatter from the Asgardian populace and music. So much so that you were becoming over stimulated from all of the loud sounds that you felt like you needed a moment.

Loki sees your discomfort, “would you like to take a moment and step outside to get some fresh air darling?”

You nod, “yes, please.”

Once you get outside you take in a breath, relived by the quiet.

You turn to Loki who takes you in his arms, “thank you. I just needed a moment.”

“I understand, it will take you some time still to get used to the boisterous crowds. Other than that, are you enjoying yourself?”, he asks.

You nod, “yes, very much so. Thank you for bringing my sister here.”

“Of course, I know tomorrow is going to be hard for you, for all of us. I did not want you to face it alone.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “like I told Jane, I was never going to be alone. As long as I have you that will never be the case.”

Loki smiles and gives you a sweet kiss. “There is something I have been meaning to ask you.”

He removes your arms from around your neck and you feel a jolt of nerves. Was this it? Has he changed his mind about your relationship? Was he sending you home and Jane was here to soften the blow?

“I invited your sister to Asgard not only for Alarian’s sentencing..”

“Oh?”, you ask nervously. What other reason could he possibly want to bring her here?

Loki starts picking at his fingers, showing his own nerves, “I am not too informed on the customs on Midgard..”

“As far as?”

Instead of Loki responding he bends down to one knee in front of you, “I asked your sister here so that she could better explain to me the customs for… betrothals on Midgard…”

You were too stunned to speak.

“Y/n. I know that our courtship wasn’t expected. I know that when you came here for Idunn’s ritual you were not expecting to be forever tied to me for the rest of eternity..and I am so sorry that I made you feel like this was the last thing I could’ve possible wanted..and to be honest with you..it was..but now….” He takes a deep breath, “now all I want to do is make you happy..to be the man that you need me to be..the husband that you need me to be..if you would allow me..

With a flourish of his hands he produces a ring, “Y/n Foster. My fated love. Will you do me the immense honor of being my wife?”

Tears are falling down your face. You have been so happy, happier than you could ever remember being in your life. Even though everything was so sudden and by normal Earth standards this was all incredibly fast..you can’t imagine your life without Loki in it. So you had no doubts in your mind when you gave him your answer.

“Yes! Loki..I love you so much..yes!”

He places the ring on your finger and stands, lifting you in his arms as he kisses you. He spins you around, laughing and kissing you.

He pauses his spinning and kisses but holds you in place, tight in his arms, “I love you so much darling.”

You give him a deep kiss and then look him in the eyes, “I love you too.”

You hear some hushed giggles and look in the direction they were coming from. You see Jane, Darcy, Erik, Thor, Frigga and Idunn standing in the doorway. Frigga and Jane wiping away their tears while everyone else had big goofy smiles on their faces.

Loki places you down but doesn’t let go of your hand and with a wide smile he looks to everyone, “may I present to you all, Lady Y/n, the future Princess of Asgard.”

Frigga and Jane are the first to run to you and Loki, Frigga hugging Loki tightly and Jane flings herself into your arms. Loki did not let go of your hand, he just continues to hold it tightly like he never planned to let it go again.

Frigga lets go of Loki and gives you a hug after Jane releases you, “welcome to the family darling. We already considered you family but I am happy my son is making it official.”

Thor walks over, “you’re just excited to be planning a wedding.”, he says with a smile.

Frigga smacks him on the chest, “hush you.”

Thor laughs and brings you into a hug, “congratulations little sister. Thank you for bringing my brother so much joy.”

You smile up at Thor and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Thor smiles and releases you, turning to his brother, “took you long enough.”

Loki looks at him with an exasperated stare but pulls Thor in for a hug, “I’ll take that as a congratulations.”

Thor closes his eyes during his brother’s embrace, thankful for how close they were becoming again. Happy to finally see his brother at peace.

After family and friends have said their congratulations Idunn steps forward, “if it isn’t too much trouble..whenever the wedding is planned I would love to attend.”

Frigga nods, “of course! It wouldn’t feel right without you there.”

“Actually Goddess Idunn.?..”, you say quietly.

“Yes dear?”

“If it’s not too much to ask..I was wondering if you would be able to officiate the wedding for us?…” You quickly glance at Frigga, “I’m sorry, I don’t know if you all have different rituals or appointed people to do that but…”

Frigga lays her hand on your shoulder, “if the Goddess Idunn wishes to officiate your wedding and if that is truly what you desire it shall be so.”

You look to Idunn who is smiling brightly and holds out her hand to you, “it would be my honor My Lady. I am so looking forward to being apart of your special day.”

You take her extended hand, “this all wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for you and your gift.”

Idunn squeezes your hand, “the Norn’s are the true reason you both were gifted one of my apples, I was just the deliverer of their blessing.”

You give her a hug and look to Loki who has a happy smile on his face. You can’t help but give him a sweet kiss.

Frigga looks to the both of you, “come, let us go announce it so all of Asgard can celebrate our good fortune.”

You all go back inside and you see Odin at the high table looking at all of you as if waiting for an answer, Frigga gives him a tearful smile and a nod.

Odin nods back and smiles. He stands and holds out his hands to quiet the chattering Asgardians enjoying their feast. “Asgard. I believe my son Prince Loki has an announcement to make..”, he looks to Loki and nods for him to take the floor.

Loki looks at you, gives you a kiss on the cheek and then turns to the crown, “Asgard. It is my great honor to announce that the Lady y/n has accepted my proposal of marriage. Soon, she will be your Princess. Princess y/n, once of Midgard, now of Asgard.”

The crowd goes crazy, cups are being cheered, wine is being spilled. People hugging and kissing. You couldn’t believe the response. Frigga notices your surprise and leans in to whisper in your ear, “it has been quite some time since there has been a princess in our realm..they are…quite excited to say the least.”

You giggle and when Loki hears it he looks down at you and can’t help but bring you in for a searing kiss, making the Asgardians cheer even louder.

Odin holds out his hands to calm them, “Asgard, this feast is one of the many celebrations we will have for our new princess. I believe I speak for my entire family when I say that we are all elated to have Lady y/n as part of our family. I know I have thanked the Norn’s many times for the blessing they have bestowed upon not only Loki but all of Asgard. I know she will be the princess you all deserve.” Odin looks directly at you and Loki, “Lady y/n congratulations…my son…”, he takes a moment and takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears, “I love you my son..may this union continue to bring you happiness and joy..and grand children of course.”

Everyone in the hall laughs and then Odin continues, “Asgard, tonight we celebrate and I know we all look forward to more celebrations to come for this union.”, he holds up his cup. “To Prince Loki and Lady y/n!”

“Prince Loki and Lady y/n!”, the crowd repeats and take deep drinks.

When Odin steps down from the high table everyone returns back to their eating and drinking, slightly louder and a little more excited than before. Odin approaches you and Loki, bringing his son into a hug. “Congratulations my son.”, he looks over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “and you my future daughter.”

You smile, “thank you..”

He pats you on the hand he is holding, “I look forward to your wedding. Now he’s your problem.”, he winks his one eye at you.

“Hey!..”, Loki acts offended knowing damn well he’s been a pain in Odin’s ass for centuries now.

Odin smiles at Loki and pats him on the shoulder then he turns to his wife, “my dear I believe I am ready to retire. I wish to be well rested for Alarian’s sentencing tomorrow.”

Frigga nods and takes her husbands extended arm, “of course husband.” She gives you and Loki kisses on the cheek, “goodnight my darlings, we will discuss wedding plans soon.”

You nod and say your goodnights to your soon to be in laws. Jane grabs your hand and gives it a tight squeeze. “I’m so happy for you.”

You smile and bring her into a hug, “I’m so happy your here. Thank you for helping Loki with the proposal. I know it must’ve been hard for you.”

She shakes her head, “not at all. It was actually pretty funny seeing him that nervous. I was happy to be apart of it. You have to stop feeling so guilty sis. I just want you to be happy.”

You pull her into another hug, so thankful for the sister that you have, “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m going to bed. Odin’s right. Tomorrow is going to be a long day I think.”, Jane says tiredly.

You nod, “yea..I think I’m ready to turn in myself.”

Loki nods and smiles, “then off to bed we go my darling. Jane..thank you again for everything.” Jane nods and gives him a hug.

“Please have Heimdall send a message to me when you are ready to plan the ceremony my dears, I am so looking forward to being part of your special day.”, Idunn asks while you say your goodbyes.

Loki bows to her, “of course Goddess, thank you again for indulging us. I agree with my fated, it feels only right that you are the one to bind us together. I am forever grateful to you.”

Idunn nods and turns to her ladies, indicating she was ready to depart. Once you finish saying your goodnights to everyone and make it through the very excited crowd you finally get to your chambers. You and Loki get refreshed and immediately get to bed, exhausted from all of the excitement.

He wraps you in his arms and before you close your eyes he gives you a sweet kiss, “goodnight my heart. I love you.”

“I love you too…. I’m… nervous about tomorrow.”, you admit.

He kisses your nose, “do not be. I will be with you every moment. I will never let anything happen to you again. I promise you.”

You lean up from his chest and give him a kiss, so thankful for the gift that is Loki.

To be continued…

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Regrets and Punishments (2)

❥Summary: Armando knows he made a mistake. He knew when he decided that his mother was more important than his girlfriend. But he planned to return to her, he really did. He never could’ve anticipated being gone for as long as he was. Seeing her face again was like getting shot: You get that adrenaline rush, yet the pain ends up biting you in the ass later on. Especially when he discovers what, or dare I say, who he also left behind all that time ago.

❥Warnings: Slow burn, kidnapping, language, guns/shooting, blood, violence, suggestive scenes (?), eventual happy ending

❥Word Count: 4.8k (2k words more than the last one ;))

❥Part 2/2

PART 1

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AN: I did not expect all the support for the first part, thank you guys!! I hope this last part was worth all the hype! Enjoy!!

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“(Name),” Kelly begins, “I’m so sorry I–”

“What the hell do they even want with her? She’s a fucking child. Four! Four fucking years old,” As angry as you were right now, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, “I can’t… What if they hurt my baby?”

“They’re probably going to use her as some sort of backup in case their plan with Mike’s wife goes south…”

In all honesty, you think you had a hunch on why they took Demi. Because he’s her father… They must’ve done their research…

You’re surprised Armando hasn’t pressed you more by now about Demi. He must’ve had questions because last time he checked, you didn’t have a kid, so from his perspective, in the years he was gone you either must’ve hooked up with some guy and had his kid, or the passionate night you two shared before he left must’ve really paid off…

“(Name) I swear, we’re not going to let anything happen to Demi,” Kelly said in an attempt to sooth your motherly insticts. You felt nausious but you appreciated that you weren’t in this alone. Kelly had always been there for you, especially when the father of your child left and you found out you were pregnant with his kid a week later. She was there for you when nobody was. She had helped you through depressive episodes so you wouldn’t stress yourself and end up hurting the baby, she was there for you when you went into labor and had to be rushed to the hospital. She was there when the loud cries filled the room when the doctors popped Demi out of you.

Thinking of this only made you angrier, because it was wrong that you had to rely so much on your best friend instead of the man that was supposed to be Demi’s father, and now, because of his involvements with these people, your daughter has been taken. She has nothing to do with this.

You wipe your face, trying to get the tears to stop falling but they just wouldn’t. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Armando looking at you with an expression that you can’t read but when he notices that you’ve seen his antics, he averts his attention elsewhere. You can’t help but think that he wants to say something to you, but you can’t bring yourself to care in this moment.

As much as you’d like to deny it, deep down you still have feelings for that man. But there are many reasons as to why you can’t just happily jump back into his arms and ask him to take you back.

Right now, you have more than yourself to worry about. You have Demi, and if you were going to get with a man, she deserves to have someone that will care and love her and right now, you aren’t sure that man could be Armando.

You aren’t paying much attention to the group as they talk about a plan to get the hostages back, you aren’t in your right mind and it seems everybody notices that. All you can think about is your little girl.

Mike looks at his son, and even though they don’t have the deepest relationship, he can tell that the boy is worried for you. He still isn’t entirely sure what you and him are to each other, but he can definitely tell that seeing you as broken as you are now is breaking something in Armando himself. He makes his way to Armando’s side and slightly nudges his side to get his attention.

“Go talk to her,” he says, gesturing to the grieving woman, “You two clearly have things to discuss, you better get it out of the way before we start making moves.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to me,” Armando grumbles, his eyes wandering to your person for what felt like the hundreth time in the last ten minutes.

“You never know until you try–”

“I did try, she told me to get the hell away from her.”

“Listen man, I don’t know what your relationship is with her, but what I do know is that if you don’t talk to her now, you might not get another chance to.”

Armando takes in his fathers words, contemplating his options and realizing that he really only has two: Not talk to you and then potentially die before he gets the chance to, or two, talk to you know and list the weight thats been on his chest ever since he saw you walk through that front door.

He decides that he would probably come to regret picking the latter, but his feet are gliding him toward where you sat with Kelly before he could find some excuse as to why he should wait until later to have this inevitable conversation.

You don’t seem to notice him until he’s standing before you, yet you don’t lift your head. Kelly does, however, and gives him a certain look that read, “If you hurt her more than she’s already hurting, I swear I’ll kill you”. He nodded to her, and she hesitantly nodded back. She rubbed your back in a comforting way one last time before standing up and walking toward the rest of the group. Armando took her place next to you.

He doesn’t say a word. Neither do you. It’s a mix of awkward and comfortable silence between you two before you break it by suddenly speaking up.

“She’s yours,” You say without warning. You decided that you’d rip the band-aid off and quell any thoughts about you hooking up with some other guy that he might’ve had, “Her name is Demi. She’s four… She’s yours.”

“...I had a feeling,” He starts, “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything and wait for him to expand. You wait for his to say anything to help you understand why he left you. Why he abandoned you and your unborn child. But he says nothing.

You sigh, “Why’d you do it?” You sounded tired. You didn’t want to argue. You just wanted him to help you understand his decision all those years ago.

“I got caught up in some shit. Fucked with the wrong people.”

“Yeah no shit,” You spit out.

Silence overtakes you both once again.

“You didn’t even leave a text,” You say quietly, “Y’know I waited for you. I waited, and waited, and waited, and then waited some more, yet you never came home. Never.”

Up until this point your head had been in your hands, trying to soothe your pounding headache, but now your gaze laid on his face, making direct eye contact. You let him see your stinging red eyes from all the crying you’ve been doing.

“I didn’t want to involve you in my shit. I didn’t want you to end up hurt because of me–” He begins, but you don’t take any of that bullshit.

“Yeah? Well I’m involved now, and guess who’s paying the fucking price? My– our child.”

This shuts him up. He doesn’t have anything to say to that, other than, “I’m sorry.”

You scoff. Is that all he can offer you? After all he’s put you through?

“Was it even real?” You ask on a whim.

“What?” He questions.

“Us. Was it real? Since you found it so easy to just up and leave some random day?”

“You think that shit was easy?” He snaps, “I loved you– I love you so much, so how the hell could you say that me leaving you was fuckin’ easy?”

You flinched at the correction from loved to love, “You sure as hell made it seem that way.”

He startled you by grabbing your shoulders tightly. He turned you so you looked at him fully, eye contact as intense as ever.

“I had to damn near fight myself to not turn back and run into your arms again after I left you. I thought about you every fuckin’ day that I wasn’t around you. If I could go back, I swear I would’ve told my mother to fuck off if it meant that I could stay with you… with our child. But at the time I was a fucking idiot and I thought–” He had to stop his rambling for a moment to take a breath. You stared at him with wide eyes, he was never one to go on tangents like this, and you made no effort to stop him. “I thought that leaving was the best decision for you, for us, at the time and I planned on coming back. I really did. But everytime I even thought it was okay to return more shit kept happening and I just– I didn’t want you involved.”

You let him trail on with his words as you found comfort in his somewhat desperate hold in your shoulders.

“I never meant to hurt you the way I did.” Armando concluded.

You avert your eyes down slightly, breaking the eye contact but he puts his finger under your chin to lift it back up. He doesn’t want you avoiding this conversation.

He isn’t sure what possessed him to lean down, shortening the distance between the two of you until there was nothing but a pocket of air seperating his lips from yours, but as he’s about to take the final step, you pull away slowly.

“I-I’m sorry, I just…” You begin, unsure of what excuse your about to pull, “I can’t.” You say, deciding not to beat around the bush.

He nods in understanding, yet you immediately recognize the hurt in his eyes.

You pull away from his hands on your shoulders and he makes no move to stop you. You take a deep breath in, like you want to say something else before you part ways, but ultimately decide against it.

You say nothing as you walk back to the group, leaving him standing motionless behind you.

“As far as they know, Lockwood is on his way with a plane to move the hostages to Cuba,” Mike spoke, going over the plan once more. Today was the day you took action to rescue the people that were kidnapped. Mike’s wife, the girl that was with her at the time– Callie, and…Demi. God… I swear if they did something to her… “The second they get close to the plane with the hostages, it’s quick kills. Neutralize all threats. These motherfuckers killed a lot of good cops. They have my wife, they have Callie, and they have (Name)’s daughter.” You lowered your eyes at the aknowledgement.

“They attacked our families. We not losing today.” He concludes, and everyone nods their head.

You were partnered with the tech team in the van, watching the situation from drone footage. You wanted to be on the front lines to get rid of every fucker who thought taking your daughter was a good idea, but you were stuck inside of the van until extra help was needed.

You hear the helicopter pilot through your comms device in your ear, “I got one looking out the front door, right side, I got one sniper on the roof of building two.”

“T those up,” Rita says, who ended up joining the cause after realizing the man she was dating was with the enemy. You quickly code in a few commands for the drone to follow and before long you have eyes on the two mentioned. “Everybody keep moving. What are those?”

She points to the objects presented in the live map of the area, and you answer, “Gaters.”

“I thought it was an abandoned theater park?”

“Abandoned by humans,” Kelly jumps in while loading her gun.

You manage to find the parks webpage from when it was open and discover that the main attraction was an albano aligator named “Duke”. It was sixteen feet long, and there are stories about him still being there to this day.

“Well fuck that…” You mutter.

You watch from the drone as the main team lands in the water as planned, getting into position.

“Armando’s at his QTH,” Dorn confirms, letting everyone know that he’s in position. You swallow the lump in your throat.

Lockwood steps out of the helicopter and walks on the dock, waiting for them to bring out the hostages. You hold your breath and watch closely.

“Hostages are coming out now,” Dorn says. Your eyes dart across the screen, looking for your daughter in particular before spotting her in the arms of a muscular man. They walked behind the other two that were kidnapped and you can barely contain yourself when you take in the terrified look on your four year olds’ face.

“Fuck…” You choke out under your breath. Kelly hears this and rubs circles into your back for comfort. You put your hands over your mouth in a prayer like position and keep watching through the drones.

“Everybody stay calm,” Rita says.

The plan was for Mike to take out their leader as soon as he had the chance to, which was why he was on the front lines, yet when you notice no movement from his end, you begin to become worried that something has gone wrong.

“Mike?” Rita blurts, “Mike do you have the shot?”

“Negative, I do not have a shot, I do not have a shot,” he says into the comms device. Your eyebrows furrow as you look from a perspective of a drone that flew near where the helicopter had landed, and you conclude that from where Mike was posted, he should’ve had a clear shot.

A moment goes by and the kidnappers walk with the hostages, but just a little ways before they reach Lockwood, they stop on the bridge.

“They stopped, why’d they stop?” Dorn hurridly says. The drone is able to catch the sight of something slowly moving through the water and you conclude that it’s what they are looking at as well, you watch as their leader follows whatever is moving and your heart sinks when you realize what the thing in the water is moving towards.

“Armando–” You start, but he seems to have noticed it as well.

“Shit.” He says.

One man signals for the soldiers around him to start a search, suddenly becoming suspicious of where the thing in the water was going, and who it may be targeting. “Armando they’re closing in on you.” Dorn states.

“Do they see him?” Rita asks.

“I don’t know.”

Rita takes the time that they are distracted to pressure Mike, surely he has a shot now, right? “Mike, now! Your chance is now, they can see him, they know we’re here!”

“I don’t have it, negative, negative.”

“You’ve got to take the fucking shot,” Armando mumbles out, keeping his eye on the thing slowly advancing toward him in the water, and the person that was getting dangerously close to his hiding spot above.

You watch as all hell breaks loose when Armando shoots the man who semed to have spotted him, and he falls into the water only to be finished off by the thing in the water, now identified to be the ledgendary sixteen foot long gator. You don’t think you’ve ever been as scared as you had been the moment you realize they know they’ve been set up, and they start taking the hostages back into the building. Your daughter begins to cry and it breaks your heart.

“Engage!” Rita shouts through the comms, “Kelly, get us there.”

You leave your chair and move to the front of the van along with Kelly as she steps on the gas. You take the time to reload your own gun, and slip a knife in your boot for emergencies.

By the time the four of you have arrived, the fight has moved inside. Rita orders you three to go inside and she states that she’ll go after Lockwood and you don’t have to be told twice before you’re rushing in there. You hear Kelly shouting your name behind you, trying to get you to slow down as you leave them in the dust, but all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, desperate to find your daughter. You arrive just in time to see the man who was holding onto your daughter walk up a flight of stairs and you waste no time following after, shooting whoever was in your way.

The path splits into three once you reach the top and you pick a random path, slowly walking into the room.

You make sure the room is clear, making sure there is no one in it before you turn around, only to be smacked in the face with the butt of a gun. You stumble and fall, and make eye contact with the man who took you by surprise. You see him aiming at you, but with no intention to die before you find your daughter, you regain your balance and sweep his leg and quickly make your way on top of him. You snatch the knife out of your boot and put it to his neck, “Where is the child?” You hiss out, “I swear I’ll fucking kill you, where is she?” You barked when he took too long to answer for your liking.

“I don’t know what your talking about–” You decide you don’t have time for this bullshit, and jab him in the stomach with the knife. He lets out a cry of pain and he finds the cool metal of the knife back on the skin of his neck with a noticable change of pressure this time around. He was sure it would cut into the skin at any moment, “Okay, okay! Last I heard she was on the top floor.”

“Fuck,” You say, realizing that there were more floors than you realized. You don’t say another word before puncturing the side of his neck, quickly ending him. You get up, ready to leave the room but you’re grabbed from behind and choked. You grip the arm that wraps around your neck and stab your already bloodied knife into it, releasing yourself from the headlock. Even though the man who’d attacked you had been stabbed he was relentless. He ran at you again, landing a punch into your stomach and you got a few hits in yourself. You smash his head against a wall which either kills or knocks him out, and you can’t bring yourself to care as you see more men rush into the room.

You dance around them, getting in hits and taking some as well and you whip out your gun. You wanted to preserve bullets but you were getting overwhelemed by the amount of people that were flowing into the room. You shoot a few with amazing accuracy.

You hear a grunt behind you and before you can turn around, you are hit in the head with the butt of another gun again. You groan, the pain of your injuries starting to show through the adrenaline and the man behind you grabs you by your hair and pulls you up before wraping his own arm around your neck. You close one eye in pain and watch as one man walks to you, aiming his gun.

Before he can shoot, there is another shot that interrupts their plan and it ends up hitting the man behind you. Now free from his hold, you make use of the distraction and kick the man in front of you in the gut, causing him to double over. You knee him in the face and snatch his gun, shooting him in the face.

You look at your savior, and your eyes widen as you realize who it was. Armando…

“You good?” He asks. You nod, and he joins you at your side to finish off the remaining of the enemy, but before any of you can make a move, a helicopter comes smashing through the window, instantly killing two of the guys. You’re right in the path of the helicopter, and you see out of the corner of your eye Armando running towards you. He grabs onto you and you both fly out of the way. He manuvers both of your bodies until he’s the one to take most of the impact once you land.

Once all the chaos settles, you both stand up. You look at him, his hands still embracing you protectively, “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and continue to stare into his eyes. Those eyes you’ve known for so long. You don’t know what could’ve possessed you to do this, but you feel as if it’s the only thing you could do in the moment. With haste, you push your lips against his.

You can feel his surprise in your sudden action. You bring your hands up and grip his vest for stability and you feel the moment where he begins to reciprocate. Your mouths move together in a practiced motion and you wonder how he’s still such a good kisser after all these years.

The kiss quickly becomes heated, hurried. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you let him, moving the muscles together, competing for dominance. You groan into his mouth.

He then begins to walk forward, and you walk backwards slowly until your back makes contact with the wall behind you and he cages you in, his lips never leaving yours. Tongue never unlocking with your own. One hand is connected to the wall and the other to your hip as he brings you impossibly closer. You bask in the moment.

You break the kiss first, needing air, and his lips search for yours again instantly when you do. Your mind begins to cloud, but you remember why you’re here in the first place. You need to find your daughter. Even knowing this, you find it hard to pull away from the sensation that is his lips against your own, but somehow you find it in you to put your hands on his chest and gently push him away. He looks down at you in question.

“Can…can we continue… after I find my daughter?” You breathe heavily, still breathless from the passionate moment you shared.

“Yeah… okay. I’m coming with you.” Your eyes shot up at him at the statement. You nod at him and he hesitantly releases you from his hold. Desperate to rid yourself of the tension left in your lower area due to the kiss, you walk away, recalling what the man said about another floor.

Armando follows closely behind you.

You eventually find the staircase that would lead you to the top floor, and of course, awaiting you were more of the enemy. With Armando by your side, you make quick work of them and once all that were left were bodies, you begin to search the room. It was the only room on the top floor, so unless that guy was lying to you, Demi must be here.

So where the hell is she?

There is no sign of her being here. You check behind boxes, inside cabinets, everywhere. Your breathing quickly grows rapid as you realize that your daughter is nowhere in sight. If she’s not here, then where the hell could she be? The rest of your team was in the lower areas on the building, and if one of them found her, surely they would’ve announced it over the comms, right? So where the hell is your daughter?

You feel a hand on your back, “Hey, hey, you’re fine. We’ll find her, okay?” Armando says.

You realize you can’t waste time, so you nod and recollect yourself. But that doesn’t change the fact that you have no clue where she could be if not here.

“Look,” Armando states once your breathing had slowed, he points to the left where there seemed to be a door to a balcony of sorts.

You take a deep breath and follow him, as he already started making his way toward it.

He kicks open the door, gun aimed at the figure that stood at the edge of the balcony and your heart dropped. In front of you stood your little girl, and a man that took his place on the ledge of what had to be a long ass drop. You feared the worst and your gun shoot in your hands.

“Put the guns down!” The man demanded, “Right now or I promise you I’ll jump, and take her ass with me!” He says. He emphasizes his words by gripping your daughter tighter and holding his gun to her head, then back at the two of you.

Your daughter is bawling her eyes out. You aren’t even sure if he noticed that you were there for her. She was scared out of your mind. “Demi–”

“Shut up, and put your fucking guns down!” The man demanded. You listen this time, which prompted Armando to do the same. You cursed to yourself, realizing what little power you have in this situation. “I want you two to slowly walk back out that door.”

“We can’t do that,” Armando states, his hands rising in the air after he dropped his gun to show he’s not a threat.

“Fucking do it!” The man boasted. You aren’t sure what your options are, if there were any. You look to Armando, and he seems to sense your eyes on the back of his head.

He then looks at you a certain way, and mouths to you, “Trust me.”

Your eyes widen and you let out a yelp in surprise when Armando takes off running toward the man and your daughter. This takes the man by surprise too, before he makes no effort to pull the trigger and only seems to panick at the incoming threat. He doesn’t get a chance to retaliate before Armando uses his shoulder and back to swiftly steal your daughter from the mans grip, all the while using force to push him off of the balcony.

You watch as Armando sinks to his knees with your daughter, gently combing her hair with his fingers and whispering in her ear words of comfort. She grips onto him tightly and cries into his police vest. It takes you a moment to realize that she is safe. Something about Armando holding your daughter in his arms and caring for her makes you realize and think about some things that you haven’t thought to think about before, but you put that all of the back burner in favor of finally holding Demi in your arms again.

“Baby…” You whisper, almost in disbelief that she really is safe and sound. Demi registers your voice in her little head and whips it around to face you.

“Mama!!” She cries, she leaves Armando’s hold and you drop to your knees to give her the biggest, tightest hug you can. You sniffle and pull her head into your neck.

“Are you okay Mimi? Let me look at you…” You say, pulling away from her to check her from any kind of injury. She shakes her head, you take in the sight of her red eyes from all the crying she’s been doing.

“Mama is hurt…” She mumbles. You move your hand to the various areas that Demi points at and notice that you are indeed hurt in many areas, but you don’t care. Not right now.

“I am… But it’s okay, mama’s strong, just like you baby. God, I love you so much,” You say, planting a long, wet kiss on her forehead and hug her again tightly.

“I love you too, mama,” Demi says into your neck. You look at Armando as you hug Demi, and you mouth a quick “Thank you.” He nods to you, watching the interaction.

The moment is interrupted by Mike on the comms, “Armando, come in Armando.”

“What’s up?” Armando replies.

“You need to get out of here, Judy’s here and is looking for you. Take the boat and get the hell out of here.”

Armando hesitates, looking at you and your daughter… his daughter. Whatever he’s contemplating seems like he’s making a hard decision in his mind, but luckily for him, you’ve already made up yours.

“We’ll come with you.” You state.

“What? No–”

“It wasn’t a question.”

Silence overtakes you, but you don’t let it linger for too long, “Don’t push us away again.”

This looks to have convinced him, as he takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay.”

You don’t know how the future will go for you three. You dread the predestined talk with your daughter that you’re going to have to have with her to tell her that this man is really her father, but all you know is that as your walking through that building, your daughter being carried by him and her hooked onto her neck for safety and comfort, you feel as if you have good things coming.

And so you let yourself crack a genuine smile, one that you felt hasn’t shown itself since the night that he left you.

And he reciprocates the same one. One you haven’t seen in years, and one you’re sure to see in many more to come.

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

These two are going to be married before they figure out how to date.

Awww, Pun is such an adorable bird dad.

Flirty Chain, flirty Chain!!! Did our boy have an awakening last night, post-spaghetti interference?

It is interesting how hesitant Peem is to fully believe in Phum's crush. He acts so confident generally, but he seems to have some deep rooted insecurities that pop out from time to time. Which, honestly, I find super relatable.

Damn, Phum, you smooth talker.

I know there are some folks frustrated their relationship hasn't moved faster, but I'm enjoying the set up that is happening here.

Because yes, both of these men are objectively gorgeous, and it's easy to fall into the "how the heck can they have any doubts they are desired" perspective. But realistically, all human beings have insecurities. And in romantic relationships, you are both going to have moments where those insecurities get loud, and you need reassurance from your partner.

They are doing such a good job setting up how these two are going to ultimately be fantastic partners to each other, and how they both are capable of being what the other needs in their weaker moments.

Just like Peem was able to be soft and compassionate when Phum was struggling, now Phum is not getting angry or taking it personally with Peem, because he knows that it's not about him, but Peem trying to reckon with his own feelings.

Aww, brother time. Cuuuute.

Lol, Chain just cannot stop himself from babying this man.

The cuteness!!! Q is already starting to show his indulgent side for his boyfie, and I love it.

Don't mind me, just being distracted by how good Boom looks.

But also, oof, poor Phum. You can tell he's never gotten over being sent away, and for good reason.

See, this! This right here! Peem was having his insecure moment earlier, but now Phum needs him, and he's able to be his safe space. This is good relationship building, y'all!

I'm glad we're getting this chance to see Fang's perspective. It might seem like he had it easy, but he was damaged by their parents' choices too.

And showing us how Tan & Fang work not because of adoration, but because having that person you can be emotionally vulnerable with is everything.

Theme of the show alert!

Almost like you and your loves and your friends can become... found family? Haha.

Ok, this entire scene is absolute gold.

Oh, we are all about the emotional vulnerability today.

Wow, this hits hard. Because yes, it explains why he and Fang are so close now, but also shows how his parents could have done the same, and chose not to. They didn't even talk to their child when he was away.

Y'know, I'm not mad that Phum's earlier choices still have some consequences. His initial approach to Peem was pretty awful, and I like that it's not completely forgotten about for the sake of "romance".

And it makes sense to me that Peem is much more willing to make out with Phum than he is to make an emotional commitment. Because what if that first side of him is real? Sure, Phum apologized, but apologies aren't that hard. The key is showing that you are going to behave differently moving forward, and being consistent with that over time.

There's such an emotional maturity to this show that is just so damn refreshing.

[love-quinn]

━━━ 𖥻︰ remus lupin x reader, post!hogwarts au, no mentions of magic, sorry for no posts in like 3 months but here’s something super short and sweet for my birthday today :)))

you looked at remus uncertainly. "and sirius had to go with them?" you'd been invited over to remus's flat for a movie night with him and his other friends, as you'd arrived he'd informed you that james and lily went shopping for a new fridge, and sirius was apparently a necessary companion for the errand. "and marlene and dorcas..."

you paused, giving him time to prepare an answer. "working. both of them. all night, actually. horrible timing. and they so desperately wanted to watch..." he scrambled to pick the vhs off the end table, not really giving it a second thought once he'd rented it from the library. "airport '77."

"perhaps we should wait, then?" you suggested teasingly. "since they wanted to watch it so desperately?"

remus gulped as you took a step forward, well aware of the obvious ploy to get you alone. "i- i'd be willing to watch it twice. y'know. you came all this way, and it's getting dark. i'm sure, with how much the rest of them wanted to see it, it's a great movie."

you laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. "i'm not watching the movie with you, remus."

he tried not to make it obvious how disappointed he was. "yeah, o-okay. that makes sense." he nodded, it did make sense. this was the first time you and remus had ever been alone together for longer than five minutes in the years he'd known you. and he'd blown it.

the lady at the counter had recommended grease, he should have listened to her. "it wouldn't be fair to the others." you said innocently. "we could spoil the ending. but i did come all this way." you were standing awfully close to him now, and looking at him with those pretty eyes of yours. "maybe we can do something else?"

"what did you have in mind?" he asked before he could stop himself.

you smiled wider, and he kne whe was done for. "why don't you finish making that pot of tea you were working on while i look through your tapes to find another movie? i just hope it's interesting enough that i don't have to kiss you to pass the time instead."

at your words, remus shot off to the kitchen to finish the tea, overthinking the entire time. did you not want to kiss him? was that what you were saying? did he read the whole thing wrong? were you going to cut ties with him and this would be the last time he ever saw you? when he emerged from his cramped kitchen and found you situated on his beat up old couch with a copy of a kids movie in your hand. "oh well," you didn't sound the least bit sorry as he sat beside you. "guess we'll have to entertain ourselves."

"you wanna make out to pufnstuf?" he clarified, flushing when he noted the tape you'd picked; it had come with the vcr.

"if i picked spiderman i'd get distracted," you justified, giggling. "this way my whole attention is on you. that okay?"

he couldn't control the grin that took over as you leant in to press your lips sweetly to his. "i think i could tear my eyes away from peter parker. only for you, though. anyone else would have to wait until the movie finished."

"so i'm special?" you mumbled against his lips, hands going up to run through his hair. he almost laughed.

"so, so special, darling." he didn't let you reply that time, determined to keep your mouth busy for the next hour and thirty-eight minutes. maybe you'd have such a good time you wouldn't want to put spiderman on after.

[lyrinsluv]

6:50pm

timeskip! sakusa x [manager] reader

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wordcount: 1158! :D (srry!! it’s long lolol) 

practice, practice, practice. it was around 6:50 and it was just sakusa and bokuto left on the court. you’d always did a lap around the entire sports complex where the Jackals practiced because your boss never forgot to remind you that you had to be the last one to leave, even if coach foster was long gone. these laps included you thinking to yourself, and of course sakusa just had to pop up in your head. i mean, he was always cute in your eyes. he was quite respectful whenever he came up to you. thinking back to who was on the court, you were slightly surprised at sakusa’s sudden motivation. 

you never really spoke to him, and you weren’t planning on it. he clearly wasn’t interested in much conversation, and you only had to talk to him whenever he asked about his performance at the last game. you sigh to yourself as you see the two still going at it. this time, you don’t do a lap. you walk up to the two and you look at them.

“um.. when do you think you guys will be done?” you ask sheepishly, not wanting to get bokuto riled up.

“whenever sakusa says so!” bokuto responds with a cheeky smile. you tilt your head at this. you never really noticed their subtle friendship. you turn slightly to sakusa, wanting him to answer.

“almost. my receives were bad last game.” he mumbles to you. you knew he had the ‘don’t leave things unfinished’ tendency, so you knew it was going to be a long night. you just nod and you look at the unwaxed court. 

“oh, um, okay..” you mutter back. 

“i’ll just watch you two.” you say as you walk off to the sidelines. bokuto did get slightly riled up, but you were too lazy to care about it. 

“can you keep count of how many i miss?” sakusa says in a louder voice, his head turning to you. woah, sakusa was asking you for a favor? you smile and nod, taking out your notebook. 

“sure.” the next thirty minutes were interesting. you’d never seen him in his element. he looked good, the way his thighs looked every time he bent down to receive a hard spike, the way he wiped the sweat off of his forehead after every receive. 

bokuto surprisingly departs first, saying something about how he had to go meet up with akaashi for his taxes..? you blink as he hurriedly leaves, leaving the two of you alone. you aimlessly walk up to sakusa. you felt kind of special, seeing him without his mask, knowing that fans always whine and complain about the way he wears his mask whenever he signs stuff. 

“um, here's how many you received and let go.” you say as you hand him your notebook. he looks up at you, his mask hanging from his ear. god, why’d he look so hot right now..? he hesitates for a second, but he takes the notebook, appreciating your respect for his personal space. what kind of manager would you have been if you didn’t know what your players liked? 

his face doesn’t falter at the numbers, seemingly proud that he had more receives than misses. 

“thanks.. for doing this. i know you have to wait until everyone leaves.” he murmurs out as he takes off his calf sleeves. you, slightly taken aback by this, tilt your head. huh? how’d he know? 

“oh..! oh, um, it’s okay, i’m your manager, no?” you ask rhetorically with a slight smile on your face. he smiles back, nodding in response as he looks back down at himself. 

“sakusa?" you ask hesitantly. "i don’t think you should worry about your receives. i think you’re known as the best receiver, um, like ever. i mean, every one of your fans worries more about your mask than your receives.” maybe that was the most you’d ever spoken to him, but the way the words slipped right off of your tongue smoothly made him think differently. he liked the way you spoke, and he liked how you didn’t try to come close to him considering his minor mysophobia. 

“i know, i just needed this to know i'll be good for the next game.” he responds back. it was late, but not too late thankfully. 

“it kind of surprised me that you’re the last one here. usually it’s miya.. or, ah, bokuto, y’know? both of them.” you mumble, wanting to keep on talking to him. you knew that he’d probably cut it short by getting up, but he didn’t. 

“mm, yeah, those two are.. very obnoxious.” he responds back lazily, his fingers loosening the laces of his volleyball shoes. 

you let out a quiet chuckle at this, a chuckle that he enjoyed. he felt a bit confused at his emotions. why were you making him act like this? he’d never been into romantic relationships, considering how much time he spent on volleyball. he also knew that some people would be weird about his minor mysophobia. and relationships were such a hassle in his eyes.

“anyways.. i'll be out of your hair now. thank you for everything tonight.” he says as he stands up. god, you forgot how tall he was. you wanted to get to know him better. you wanted to know kiyoomi sakusa, not the guy you smiled and nodded your head at every once in a while. 

“wait, sakusa?” you ask. he looked at you, his mask still hanging off of one ear.

“yeah?” he mumbles back before he carries his bag. 

“i.. think we should grab lunch together one day. to.. uh, talk about your receives..?” you ask skeptically, your lie not coming out smoothly. you just wanted to sit with sakusa. he was so interesting.

the smile on his face as he puts on his mask spoke volumes for you. you could’ve sworn your heart fluttered as he spoke up.

“i wouldn’t be opposed to that, manager.” he says quietly, getting ready to depart. you see the janitor coming in to wax the court, knowing it was time for you to go as well. 

the walk back to both of your cars was short but.. nice. it was around three minute walk, and in those three minutes, you two conversed about his hate for crowds. and he reiterated that he wasn’t a huge germaphobe, he just hated it when people touched things incessantly and unnecessarily. and you knew for sure that the lunch was going on because you both exchanged contacts. 

“bye, sakusa!” you say as your hand rests on your car door handle. he waves you goodbye. you sink into your seat, letting out a quiet sigh. 

maybe, just maybe this was going to go well. maybe, this unspoken date was going to be the best one you’d ever been on, and maybe your little crush on sakusa would mean something. 

[mikashisus]

OLDER — 08. apologies

Fixing your tank top and scrambling to find a pair of shorts to throw on, you eagerly awaited Zhongli’s arrival.

You certainly weren’t expecting him to suddenly make a trip to your apartment this late into the night. Yet, a part of you was happy to spend more time with him. It was a surprise, but a very pleasant one.

A ding sounded from your phone as you stumbled and hastily pulled on a pair of shorts. You slipped your feet into a pair of slippers and stepped out into the cold hallway.

You shivered as the cool air from the AC touched your bare shoulders. As quietly as you could, you closed your apartment door— the old woman next door claimed you always slammed it so loud the entire floor could hear it, though you knew she was only exaggerating because she liked causing trouble.

You quickly shot Zhongli a text and twirled your keys around your finger as you waited for the elevator to take you down to the main lobby. Exiting the side door, you saw Zhongli’s sleek black truck parked alongside the road.

Whenever he came to your apartment, you insisted he park near the side entrance to the lobby. It not only made it an easier job for you, but also kept him from garnering unwanted attention.

As soon as he heard the door open, he snapped out of his daze and walked up to you, a soft smile on his lips as he gave you a quick once over. You let him into the lobby, and the elevator ride up to your floor was awkwardly silent.

You took off your slippers upon entering your apartment, a strong scent of cologne wafting out into the hallway. You preferred to use both perfume and cologne, just because you liked having a masculine scent sometimes.

Zhongli was more than familiar with each fragrance bottle you used. You had them all lined up in your bathroom in an organized and color coded fashion. Once, he had made a joke about the color coordination, to which you told him that because of your neurodivergency, you needed to have most of your things organized by color.

He followed you into the kitchen, where you asked if he would like something to drink. Instead of answering, he placed his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. A small yelp escaped your mouth at the action, and you grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

He pushed himself in between your legs and sighed heavily. “I would like to make something very clear with you.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay…”

“I don’t care about my reputation. You said you feel guilty for tarnishing it, but my dear… you have to understand that I don’t care for it in the first place. Even if I did, you have done no such thing.” He gently brushed a finger over your cheek.

“Please do not blame yourself. Like you said, it’s not anyone’s fault. I hate to see you so upset.”

You leaned into his touch and sighed softly. Your lip trembled as you fought to keep yourself from crying. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. You didn’t want him to worry more than he already did.

However, as soon as you locked eyes with his soothing amber irises, the tears all came flowing out. You bit your lip hard as tears fell down your cheeks in rivers. Zhongli immediately pulled you into his chest, holding onto you tightly as you cried.

“It’s alright. I’m here. Cry as much as you like.” He muttered, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

It was silly to think of, but his way of comforting you was very fatherly. You wondered if he had ever comforted Hu Tao like this.

You quickly pushed that thought aside. That was weird to think about… wasn’t it?

But you could not help but wonder, because your own father had not done anything like this for you. You had always dealt with things on your own, and maybe that was why you refused to let anyone help you… because you thought you had to face it alone. It was your obstacle to overcome.

But you were not alone— not as long as Zhongli was there to comfort you.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you pulled from his embrace. “Jeez, I’m sorry,” you flinched at the crack in your voice as you spoke.

Zhongli gently wiped your tears with his thumb and sent you a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to apologize. Crying is healthy. You shouldn’t force yourself to hold back the tears.”

“Yeah… I know.” You shrugged, “I’m just not used to other people seeing me cry. It makes me feel weak.”

He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Crying is not a form of weakness. It’s a strength. It shows how human you are. Please, do not hide your feelings from me.”

Your heart melted at his words and actions. Never in your life had you encountered someone as genuine and compassionate as Zhongli. He made you feel safe and loved, time and time again.

“I’m tired… tired of the hate. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand people.” You hissed quietly, gripping tightly onto his white shirt.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his steady heartbeat and let it calm you as he rested his head on top of yours. “I know, my love. I am too.”

Your heart lurched and butterflies fluttered around in your stomach at his new endearing term for you. You dug your face into his chest and sighed contentedly. He was always able to ground you like no one else in your life has— with the exception of Kuni.

“What would you like to do?” He asked, slipping his hand under your tank top and rubbing circles into your side.

It was silent for a moment as you took the time to think it over. What could you do? No matter what, people were going to hate on you. It was inevitable.

But you could combat the nasty comments claiming your relationship was weird. You took a deep breath and pulled away from him to reach for your phone.

“I have an idea.”

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author’s notes: IGNORE MY INCORRECT GRAMMAR IN THE FIRST SS IM SO SORRY I SWEAR I HAVE GOOD GRAMMAR 😔🙏 also haha shoutout to everyone else who has daddy issues, cause same.

summary: when your acting career booms, the stress of the spotlight and your every move being watched starts to drown you whole. the only escape from a complete all time low comes in the form of your attractive coworker, zhongli— a distinguished and slightly older man that you can't seem to stop thinking about.

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[hella1975]

some people really still treat drugs like it's a fun little thing and im trying SO hard not to get mad about it

[thegreenleavesofspring]

In honor of the forum that shut down today, and my favorite game on it, my two favorite memes of all time that live rent-free in my head:

(The context for this one is that, in a game where you are supposed to be as active as possible every day [24 hour cycles] in a Day [3-5 24-hour days], loveit would come on about once a Day to leave one message and vanish again. It became a meme among the other players.)

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(And the context for this one was that I, a Townie, wouldn't keep my mouth shut and kept getting the Scums killed. XD)

(This is my favorite meme of all time. I love it so much.)

(I should probably mention that I made neither of these. I just really love them.)

[things-that-make-sa-happy]

Jeremiah Fisher | tsitp 1.02

[todayisafridaynight]

the only real major difference between rgg and y7 arakawa's wardrobe is how he wears his coat + bling and the scarf but it's such a difference

[katewalker]

Coming back home later than usual from work, as I've been for the last 2 months... should I push myself making that "games I've played in 2023" edit just to create something this month or do I give up, open twitch and either level up my crafting jobs in ff14 or play coral island? ...

[peachcitt]

stayed up super late last night with friends doing halloween stuff (getting drunk and spilling tea) knowing full well that i had to get up early today to go to a quince out of town . i am awake against my will and regretting many decisions

[altruistic-meme]

get to know your fanfic writer :]

i got tagged by @spaghett-onaplate thank you darling <3

When did you post your first ever fanfic? ok so ik i actually have one that's older but i don't know when it was. so my first ever posted that i can find was October 2, 2015, on Wattpad.

First character(s) you wrote for: sigh. England and America from Hetalia.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for: Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten from All For The Game, Laurent and Damen from Captive Prince, Crowley from Good Omens, Wilhelm and Simon from Young Royals

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon: Both Laurent and Crowley (since I've only written very little for either and haven't shared them yet!) and also Wymack from All For The Game as well!

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for: All For The Game, Captive Prince, Good Omens, and I wanna include Young Royals though I haven't touched my WIPs for.... a minute.

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for: Andrew & Kevin, Neil & Kevin, Auguste & Laurent, Crowley & Muriel

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for: Neil/Andrew, Damen/Laurent, Crowley/Aziraphale, Wilhelm/Simon

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3): #1: Fluff (16), #2: Angst (8), #3: Hurt/Comfort (7)

Your current platform where you post your works: Ao3: AmericanCanada

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on: here is a little bit from "laurent stabs damen" bc my more recent WIPs don't actually have any actual... writing going on yet.

He was led to yet another tent that looked the same as every other tent and Laurent truly wondered how anyone knew where anything was here. Even the tent the King had been in hadn’t had anything but its relative size to distinguish it from all the others. And the physician’s tent hadn’t had anything at all to signify what was inside.  Maybe that was the point. It certainly would make it more difficult to find the Prince’s tent or where the food was stored or, as it so happened, where Laurent was being held prisoner.  The tent that the Prince had brought him to was simply furnished, generously put: a pallet to sleep on, a copper pot to use as a bathroom, and a low table that had a pitcher and cup on it. Laurent wasn’t sure if those were the standard or if they had been brought in for his benefit. “No golden chains?” he asked before he could help himself.

i am going to choose to leave this open but absolutely tag me if you do it!!