#Let me know if you'd like something different for your starter ^^

[someotherdog]

@waywordhearts / vikram & your choice of muse! (f/nb, 28+) / based off of this post, bullet point three, but vikram was just a patron instead of an employee / made in beta.

okay, so maybe he kept up with her more than he'd like to admit. vikram may have periodically looked up her up on instagram or facebook, scrolled through her feed with a joint in the other hand, and frequently thought her fiancé looked like a tool. maybe, sometimes, vikram would ask old college friends what his ex was up to, if maybe she asked around about him. it could've been possible. maybe, if he was at a bar at around midnight on a random thursday, he would've recognized his ex's current partner with their hand on someone else's ass.

it had been an innocent thing to start out with. in no way did vikram intend on spying, or even running into the fiancé in question, at that bar on a random thursday night. once he did see them, however... at first it was a questioning look, all 'hey, isn't that...?' and 'shit, i think that's...', but it quickly devolved into creepy staring. the way the affair partners were rubbing against each other and kissing as if there was buried treasure in their throats, his friends began to give vikram weird looks when they noticed that his attention had been stolen from them.

'you really that hard up, man?' gideon asked. vikram rolled his eyes, then explained what exactly he was looking at. his friend just laughed. 'maybe you should take a pic and send it to her. maybe you'll have a shot at getting her back.'

vikram had grimaced, as if that thought hadn't already occurred to him. he knew, even if her fiancé was betraying her, she'd never want to hear from him again. not after he had betrayed her, all those years ago. he wanted to be able to blame on it being young and stupid, but the truth was that he was old and stupid now, too. he had cheated on her because he was easily distracted. because he was high at a party. because he had been horny. because, ultimately, vikram wasn't a good person. and that he was stupid.

old and stupid.

he had enough of the show. excusing himself from his friends, he slipped outside and dug his phone out of his pocket. bringing up his phone contacts, he scrolled until he found her name. vikram had hoped she didn't still have his number blocked, then pressed the call button:

"uhhh. oh. hi. maybe you don't remember me? it's me, vikram, from college. anyway, i was at mcswishey's on center street and i'm pretty sure i saw your fiancé making out with someone who was obviously not you. um, i took a photo. i could send it to you, if you wanted. so, i mean i don't know. i guess i just wanted you to know? so... i'm sorry."

[paramoira]

@sungodded gets a random starter!

there was a certain peace of which encased the world in the dawn hours. dew still clung to blades of grass, streaks of color created prisms of reflections, and the ground still crunched under her feet as she breathed in the farm air. car door is closed quietly, phone left on the seat and ariadne seeking not to disturb the soft birdsong of nearby trees. it was nice, on weekend mornings such as this following a chaotic week of post mortems to be able to take the small drive to uncle nik's estate. there was no need to inform anyone of her presence, she'd held free reign of the estate since she was in her teens and ari was sure once those at the main house were awake someone would inform them of her presence if not simply due to the fact her car was present outside the stables. there's a few stable hands beginning their work on the far side, though she does not bother them, greeting her horse sherlock and brushing him out briefly before tacking him up.

it's still early when she mounts, starting out slowly on a path to warm him up before they veer onto a trail of the property. somewhere, within the recesses of her mind she's aware, perhaps, she should have informed someone of her route for as well as she knew the estate and as observant as she often was, some of the trails and fields tended to confuse her, especially when she neared property lines. still, when had sherlock or any other horse of the estate ever led her astray? if nothing else, they knew what direction to go to return to their food and she had the light of the sun as a directional guide. time quickly becomes relative as she allows the wind to find her hair, a kind of carefreeness washing over her has seemed to be lacking as of late given unexpected reunions and the fashion in which previously separate factions of her life suddenly felt as if they were melding together.

what the pathologist hadn't anticipated, however, was something to spook sherlock into rearing up, her subsequent tumble and the loudness of the horse's reaction transpiring too quickly for her to gather the details of the source. though, as her head hits the ground somewhere near the parietal ridge she thinks maybe she heard the rattle of a snake. her vision spots a few times, the blunt force of the fall causing her to possibly black out for a moment or two though she's unclear if such was the case or not. when ariadne's finally able to focus enough to see that her horse is still present, having stomped out whatever had scared him once he'd seen it coming toward her, she wonders aloud in her native turkish tongue.

'what gods did i manage to piss off this week, sherlock?' not that she has much experience with gods even if her work with the bprd has seemed to confirm at least an element of her belief that many of different pantheons existed. her comment had also been more of a joke than a true wonderment (then again, who knew these days?) of course, the dark horse with a brilliantly light mane can give her no answer other than to push her face with his nose. "you're a good boy, sherlock. thank you."

ariadne attempts to sit up, finds that while she's fairly certain she doesn't have a brain bleed or any life-threatening head injuries baring a likely concussion (at least it wasn't amnesia this time), the pain within her shoulder was another story-- dislocation, great. she lets her head fall back into the grass, the suns rays warming her skin as she faces it. perhaps it's not really a true prayer, and certainly not directed upon any specific god, yet she finds herself hopeful for help. not that she wouldn't manage on her own somehow, eventually, even if she'd have to pop her shoulder back into place somehow, maybe with the side of a tree? and here inlaid why uncle nik always told her to tell someone, anyone, before she went out for a ride.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Could we get a follow-up to the car accident post, maybe? Been getting into the dark Quinn aesthetic lately. Could we see him adamant about you letting him do everything for the reader? ❤️

I don't know if I did this right, tbh. I was confused with "Dark Quinn" when I posted the starter post. I've been caught up to speed...but I still don't know if this is what you wanted. Fingers crossed.

I feel like there should be a content warning with this one. If you're sensitive to dominant partners, emotional manipulation, and the grey line between abuse and control, I'd keep scrolling, babe. 🩷

You were asked not to get out of bed until he came back from practice. You hadn't listened.

Using the crutches had gotten easier over the past several days, and getting around with the weight of the boot on your right foot was getting better in time. All you had wanted was something different than the glass of water set out for you, and you thought you had enough time to get to the kitchen and back way before Quinn would walk through the door. However, you'd get caught while reaching for a glass and the shock of hearing the door open had caused it to slip from your fingers and break against the stone countertop.

You let out a yelp before he had even passed into the apartment. He wasted no time in getting to you to make sure you weren't cut by the flying glass. "Sweetheart, what are you doing up? You told me you would wait for me." Quinn's voice was soft at the start, but would grow more stern as he continued to talk. "Look at me, please. When I asked you to stay in bed, it was so I knew you'd be safe while I was gone."

With eyes kept low, you'd turn your face towards his while he looked for any fresh injuries against the various cuts and scrapes you were still healing from. You knew he wasn't mad; he was disappointed and that would always be worse.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, as his fingers danced over your skin so delicately. "I was just--"

"I don't need you to apologize, I just need you to understand why I ask certain things from you. What if this had cut you? What if I hadn't been so close by, hm?"

You were trying not to cry but it was hard. As you looked him in the eye, the warmth was gone from his face; his eyes were darker as he scolded you in his own way. Your chest was growing tighter, and your breaths would become shorter and more rapid. Quinn, noticing you were panicking, would touch your face after you closed your eyes to him.

"You're alright," he hushed, "just breathe."

With his hand buried deep in your hair, Quinn would guide your head against his shoulder where you'd remain until he was confident you had calmed down. Your eyes stared at the counter, the fragments of glass silently mocking you, the reason you had gotten in trouble. Had you not broken the glass he wouldn't have had to reprimand you as much than if you had just been caught out of bed. Had you only just waited.

You could feel his fingers tighten in your hair slightly, as your own gripped tighter on the handles of your crutches, "Come on, princess, it's time you lay back down. You need your rest."

He'd release his hold on you enough that you could regain your complete balance. You still found it difficult to look him in the eye, and even as he tipped your chin upwards --still making sure you weren't bleeding-- you did your best to avoid his narrowed gaze.

"Did you hear me?" He asked, voice cold and tinged with demand.

You gave a small nod.

"Words."

"Yes."

Quinn sighed deeply, brushing a section of hair behind your ear. He took a step backwards, to allow you to pass by him, but as he did his shoe made contact with something on the floor. "Stay right here. Let me sweep up this glass first, so you don't step on it. Please, just do as I ask this time."

Once he had moved out of sight, you looked down to see what he was talking about. There, just to the right of where he was standing was a large chunk of the bottom of the glass. You felt so tempted to step down on it, but you didn't know why you felt compelled to go against him. Thankfully, for your own sake, Quinn would return from the hallway before you could act on your dark temptations.

"There," he assured, "it's safe for you to go past now."

Taking that as your order to get going, you slowly limped your way from the kitchen with Quinn following close behind you. He'd stay in step with you as you rounded the bed and sat back down. Instead of placing the crutches against your nightstand, he'd walk them back to the bedroom door instead, rendering you completely immobile.

The way he had spoke was so soft and comforting, but the words he used clashed with his tone. "You'll get these back when you can prove to me you can listen." You looked at him from across the room with a glare, one that Quinn saw the full extent of.

"There's no need to have an attitude," he warned. "All I asked was for you to wait."

You swallowed hard, trying to get yourself back under the covers, your sore knee unwilling to cooperate and bend without copious amounts of pain. Quinn saw you struggling and debated just letting you deal with it --as punishment-- or moving to ease your discomfort. Deciding that there were other ways for you to see his point, he moved back across the room and you stopped fussing.

"Let me," he hushed, pulling back the blankets completely. His hands were warm when they touched your bare leg, and so carefully lifted it up and back down onto the mattress. He'd cover you back up as you remained pouting in silence.

Quinn wouldn't say anything more on the subject. He left you to dwell on your actions, hoping you realized you had no one to blame but yourself. And once he was out of the bedroom, you would hide yourself away beneath the covers and you tears would soak into the duvet, your quiet whimpers falling on deaf ears. Quinn couldn't hear you crying and even if he had, you weren't sure if he would even care. After all, his silent treatment had a purpose.

After dealing with the rest of the glass in the kitchen, Quinn would return to the bedroom to check on you. He wasn't surprised to see you hidden away from him like you were. You hadn't heard his footfalls as your sniffles and gasps for air had drowned out anything else in the room. He would reach for you beneath the blanket, causing you to jump at his touch, and he would be the one to reveal you from your hiding place, yet you would remain on your side with your back to him. His fingers again would toy with your hair, pulling it from your face so he could look at you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"No," you whispered.

"Why not?" Quinn pressed, his tone still dark.

You reached for the blanket to bring it back up to your face, but Quinn wouldn't let you have it just yet. "Good girls can have their blankets, sweetheart."

You bit your bottom lip, eyes still facing the bedroom door. "I'm cold."

"If you're so cold why did you get out of bed?"

"I was thirsty."

"I made sure you had a glass of water before I left." He turned to look over his shoulder at the nightstand. "The glass is still full. You haven't taken one sip from it."

You knew what he said was the truth. You hadn't touched the water he had left you, but you hadn't the nerve to ask him for something else before he had to go. You didn't want to make him late because you were being picky.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. I don't like having to punish you. You know that, right?"

You mumbled again, "Yes."

"I nearly lost you, sweetheart. Do you know how much you mean to me? I can't stand the thought of you being anywhere but right here with me. That's why when I tell you to do, or not do, something, it's for your own best interests. So I can ensure you're safe, whether I'm here with you or not. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I need you to look at me. I'm tired of you ignoring me."

Without hesitation this time, you rolled over on to your back, to look up at Quinn as your head sunk back into the pillow. Once more, he'd deal with the rogue strands of hair, matted to your face with your earlier tears. He always wanted you as pretty as possible, and despite the bruises that still painted your body, especially your face, Quinn was still in love with you. You just knew how to press his buttons, test his patience. It didn't mean he didn't love you.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes," you said, eyes welling with another round of tears.

Finally, Quinn's expression softened. He just wanted you to know much it scared him to have you hurt, so much of your body broken, and the pain he couldn't take from you. You were his everything; truly his princess. He would do anything to keep you from getting hurt again, even if it was yourself he had to protect you from.

Satisfied with your answer, and that your reply was genuine, Quinn brought the weighted duvet back up around you and tucked you in carefully.

"Better?" He asked, still seated next to you on the bed.

"Yes," you replied with a nod. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He leaned forward and gave you a kiss. It had been the first one you had been given since he had been home. You had wondered if you would have to work to earn them back, but thankfully Quinn had rewarded you early. "Now, are you still thirsty?"

"Yes," you said, throat tight with anxiety and from the fact that you were actually thirsty.

"If I bring you something will you be a good girl the rest of the day?"

"Yes," you nodded.

Quinn smirked, "You promise?"

"I promise."

After a kiss was placed to your forehead, Quinn got to his feet and left the room. Your eyes lingered on your crutches propped up against the wall near the door. In the moment, you never realized just how much you took your ability to walk for granted. However, after the day's events, you weren't eager to get up right now.

When Quinn returned to the bedroom, he had a glass of orange juice and small plate of cookies.

He handed you both the glass and plate without requiring anything from you. "This should tide you over until dinner. I thought you could you use a little treat."

You looked up at him, undeserving, but took them gladly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Quinn said, taking a seat next you once again. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay."

"Do you need anything? You've not had any of your pain medication since this morning. I want to make sure you're comfortable."

You'd shake your head, bringing the cold glass to your lips for a drink before answering, "I'm okay."

"Princess," Quinn said flatly, eyes flicking that dark tone that they were before. You felt that he thought you were lying.

"I'm okay, I promise. I don't like the way those pills make me feel."

"But the pain, sweetheart."

"I've felt worse. Please, don't make me take them!"

Quinn would try to calm your nerves, "Shh, quiet now. I'm not going to make you take them. Not if you're sure you're alright. Now, I have something else you can take, but they're not as strong. Would you like a couple of them?"

"They won't make me feel like I don't have any control, will they?"

"They shouldn't, no. Do you trust me?"

You searched his face. His eyes had mellowed, back to that golden-green you loved and his face showed no hints of a hidden agenda. Quinn had never gone that far with you, but if he felt you were pushing yourself too far, or just trying to be headstrong, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd switch pills, with you know no difference. For the time being, you'd let that go. You did trust him completely, and you knew he always had the best intention where you were concerned.

"I trust you."

Quinn smiled, "Good girl. Enjoy your treat, and I'll be right back."

You would wait patiently for him to return. The cookies had been your favourites, do doubt Quinn picked them up specifically for you and the thought made you smile faintly.

"What has you smiling like that?" Quinn questioned, returning from the bathroom, the orange pill container in his hand. His tone was slightly teasing, but he would return the soft expression.

"You got me my favourite cookies."

His smile widened, "Of course I did. I got them for you."

He sat back down beside you, "Here, take one of these to start. They're left-overs from when I had my lip split open. They're just a larger dose Ibuprophen, alright?"

"Okay."

"Will you be strong for me?"

With a tiny nod you would agree, "I'll try."

"Good girl, thank you," Quinn said pleased, and handed you the large white pill. "Take that, and you should feel better soon enough. If nothing else, it should take the edge off."

It was a struggle, but you got the pill down. You hated taking medication, but if Quinn said you'd get some relief, then you'd believe him fully.

"Now, how about you get a little rest and I'll wake you up for dinner?"

You expression and saddened, "Okay."

"Why are you sad, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to say."

"Why not?"

"Because it's silly."

Quinn put two fingers beneath your chin and tilted it upwards carefully. "Nothing that makes you sad is 'silly'. Please, tell me."

"Would you stay with me?"

He smiled, "Like until you fall asleep?"

"Yes, please," you said meekly.

Quinn would give your thigh a slight pat before getting up. "Would you like to watch something?"

"Do you want to?" You asked him, as he kicked off his shoes near the closet and changed into a pair of black joggers.

He'd catch you looking at him, and you'd avert your eyes quickly. "Are you bashful all of a sudden? Upset you have to wait to be with me, princess?"

Words failed you, and you prayed he wouldn't ask you to use them correctly. You just sat there patiently --quietly-- while he crawled into bed with you.

Quinn put his lips to your ear, "Because I miss being with you. I would never force myself on you in this state. Your health and comfort will forever be worth the wait."

"Thank you."

"Absolutely," he said, a kiss placed to your temple softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Slowly, you'd lay back on your left side, wrapping you hands around Quinn's arm, his muscles tensing under your touch. You were thankful he allowed you these moments, mostly because you figured he had more important things to do than babysit you. However, this was where he always wanted to be: next to you, getting you anything you needed, no matter how miniscule the request might have been. You were his world, his everything, and no one, or nothing, would get in between his ability to have you by his side. You were his.

No one else's.

[lambcultist]

Can you do something for dbf!ellie? It doesn’t have to be long or anything like maybe headcanons?

mmmm !! dbf is one of my fav tropes and i've just got an absolutely feral idea. and it might end up being long. but, erm, reader whose father is a pilot, and ellie is his co-pilot !! and like sexting her when she's out on trips and stuff... ♡

for now, let me just ramble and jot down my thoughts, this is all very disorganised and abrupt. i'm thinking i'll wanna write something a little longer for this au soon, but i don't have enough time today :(

cw ; dbf!ellie, commercial pilot!ellie, age gap (reader 18-20, ellie in her early-mid 30s), lots of talk about physical markings, sexting, nudes, sneaking around / secret relationship, dom!ellie, sub!reader, edging, ellie taking reader's virginity, size training + use of sex toys. not proofread, no time !! ( mdni, 18+ )

your father has been in the aviation industry for almost thirty years now. he has no plan to retire any time soon and has found his passion flying commercial planes. the last few years he's consistently spoken about how fond he is of his first officer. he will rarely choose not to fly with her by his side. she's as confident, calm, and enthusiastic as any young pilot should be, and mentoring her has been extremely rewarding, so he says.

it was only a matter of time before he chose to introduce her to you and your mother, of course—especially after learning that she was an orphan.

that's how ellie enters your life. she's changed everything. she is the most interesting woman you'd ever meet. the sights she has seen and places she's been make for an easy conversation starter. you can rope your way into hearing her ramble for fifteen minutes about france, just to stare at her lips the whole time and not take anything in. she has experience far beyond what you can comprehend.

it starts with her giving you her number in case you need anything! she's always willing to be of help. your father is all smiles because he's so glad ellie's getting along with his daughter, he just knew you'd be good friends despite the age gap.

when ellie and your father are on a trip, be it a short turnaround trip or a long international trip, she must sit in the cockpit and listen to him talk about you. his sweet daughter. his precious daughter. his kind daughter. his innocent daughter, who has been sending egregiously naughty texts to ellie for weeks now.

she's fairly certain that when they land, she'll turn off airplane mode and receive a few needy texts from you. she'll have to smile and nod, agree here and there about how lovely you are. her personal favourite response, "she's a very good girl."

your interest in ellie seems to grow stronger and stronger. you swoon when she sends kisses before takeoff, and squirm when she lands and asks if you've been a good girl. of course you have.

sometimes, after particularly long flights, she'll touch down in a different country and discover you've sent an audio message of your orgasm, to which she will listen to the moans and whimpers on repeat. and then she'll send one of her own back, just to let you know how much you appreciated it.

her hidden camera roll is full of pictures you've sent. she buys you cute underwear sets to pose in. she buys you new toys to film yourself using. you're her own little film star, and she gets to direct every video.

it's a genuine shock to ellie when you admit you're a virgin. she thinks about slowing things down, she berates herself for not even considering that you are—you're young, and she's had to teach you a lot of things, of course you're a virgin.

but then you confess that you've been training with the dildo she sent you so that you can take whatever she gives you. any pre-existing guilt is now erased, in fact, she's embarrassed at how damp her boxers are.

she's guided you to orgasm plenty of times. text or facetime, doesn't matter. but she knows you love to facetime just because she's often calling you as soon as she gets to the hotel, and she's still in her uniform. ellie isn't stupid, she knows the effect that a good uniform can have on girls like you...

it just makes you smile when she's coaching you through edging yourself with the cute pink vibe she bought you, you're sweaty and crying and look over to your phone to find her fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and watching you like it's a television show. it's the only thing on earth you think might be hotter than your temperature at that moment.

she finally takes your virginity when your parents are on vacation and they ask her to come hang out with you for the weekend. ellie makes sure the entire time to be aware of how you cope with it, no matter if you're taking her fingers, tongue, or strap, and she does in fact make you take them all.

the best part is getting to cuddle in your bed, then do it all over again the next day.

whenever there's a moment that calls for it, you and ellie get together. then, when she's away for a while, you'll send pictures of the marks she left on your body fading and demand she come back to make more.

also, pilot!ellie is the funniest motherfucker on earth. she's obviously trained to remain calm in any situation in the air, but sometimes there's still times she lands and thinks, what the fuck was that? and if she doesn't laugh, she'll go insane. which is why she'll always tell you about these dumb incidents while laughing, and you'll be sitting there like, what the fuck? "yeah, we had to make an emergency landing because one of the engines fucking failed and there was smoke in the cockpit." "we almost collided with another plane." "your dad yelled at me for landing too rough today." and she tells it like it's a joke, but it actually happened, and she just doesn't care

you know when sometimes you see those videos of aviation incidents but you have no idea what any of it means because of all the aviation radio jargon and whatnot? sometimes, you just send her them, and ask her to explain in simple terms what happened. and she will, but she'll also reassure you why these things are rare so you don't develop a fear of flying. even your father never bothered to explain to you, in depth, why turbulence happens and why it's nothing to be afraid of.

sometimes ellie and your father will let you come along on shorter trips (day trips, usually) and ellie will ask him to let her handle takeoff and landing (she wants to impress you, because yeah, it's very cool) and she'll always remind you beforehand that if there's turbulence, there's nothing to fear. because not only would your father never let anything happen to you, but neither will she! in fact, she tells you to just picture them both in the cockpit chilling because they're so used to it and that it's never fazed them.

when she gets back from a trip, any trip, she'll be so tired and cuddly. she'll help you come up with an elaborate lie to tell your parents so you can sneak out of home and she'll snatch you up, take you back to her place, and cuddle or fuck you until she's feeling better.

so anyway... ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა  i think i'll write something longer about ellie calling the reader and doing a guided masturbation ♡

🏷️ @abbysdollie @cowgirlvi @valeisaslut @eriiwaii @literallyhousemd @ellieshothousewife @piercedome @therealhexstrap @jinxedbambi @heyimrye @rhian88 @g4ys0n @yoosohh @marvelwomenarehot0

[dr5amatic]

MONSTER YOU CREATED ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from arcane season 1. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to violence. change verbiage as needed.

we're not gonna get caught. we'll be in and out before anyone notices.

thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this.

you could fill a damn library with all the things you didn't do.

a bit of advice. don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks.

when people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish.

you're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?

those who did this will be dealt with.

i ruined everything. i always do.

you have to believe me. i didn't do this.

i do love a good conundrum.

no great science should ever put lives in danger.

i believe i've discovered something truly incredible.

we look out for each other. it's the way it's always been.

all i see is a child meddling with things they don't understand.

i was trying to create magic.

arcane talents are something you're born with. they can't be fabricated.

you don't understand what's at stake, but how can you? that's a burden that only i carry.

if dangerous ideas didn't excite the imagination, we would never wander astray.

there's a monster inside all of us.

you're just a small man in a little hole the world forgot to bury.

i know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us, but who are you willing to lose?

i saw it with my own eyes what magic can do, the lives it could save. you've no idea how beautiful it is.

when you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission.

what makes you different makes you strong.

you'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke, won't you?

you never did know when to walk away.

what have you done? this wasn't the deal!

you'll get people killed. for what? pride?

oh, i hated you for what you'd done, but as time passed, so did my hate. and i was left with an understanding.

the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing to become what they fear.

you'll die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?

willing to risk exile for your endeavor. that's quite the conviction.

wait a minute, this isn't my bedroom.

another late night. the work just doesn't end.

you were supposed to guard the cargo.

it was your job to make sure things went smoothly. you failed. don't disappoint me again.

do you have any idea what you've done?

how do you intend to prove any of this?

did my parents pay you to let me win?

i don't need favors. i need you to do your job.

you've just made yourself everyone's common enemy.

that place looks like it has bodies buried in the basement.

you're a symbol of the future now, whether you like it or not.

how can i say no to such an auspicious offer.

if you really want people to talk to you, you have to let them think you have what they want.

what is truth, but a survivor's story?

if i'm discovered, we're both finished.

are you headed home soon? i thought we could walk together.

betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater.

loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind.

do you contemplate death?

it's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest.

i hate feeling so useless.

i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.

i just... want to feel what it was like... to be somebody. to make other people afraid.

how many problems can one girl cause?

you can fire that thing if you want, but i'm not going anywhere.

i'm not going to abandon you again.

i knew it was a mistake trusting you.

you look good for a dead girl.

that was a long time ago. people change.

nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature.

i know the look of a doomed man.

love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.

i should have been there. for you. for everyone.

we came from a world where there was never enough to go around. that's why we fight. do you remember?

who found you? who cared for you? gave you a home?

i am your family. everyone else betrays us.

i'm only asking you to prepare to defend your people.

i'm worried i have to do something i never thought i would.

if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf.

you'd give me a throne?

i'll give you the world if you prove you can take it.

sometimes, death is a mercy.

every time i think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low.

ego is one thing, brain is another.

weapons can't be unmade and they are always used.

that looks like more than a sprain. you need medical attention.

you have the passion of youth.

oil and water. wasn't meant to be.

we got a deal, pretty boy?

you've always been a part of this. you just never had to look it in the eye.

you really are fond of him.

i wanted to protect the city from people like you.

i can't believe you'd start a war just to cover your ass.

i would set the world ablaze to protect our family.

we lost ourselves. lost our dream. in the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. we have to make it right.

i'm trying to save you from annihilation.

i can't make a deal with a snake and cut off its head. we both have our shitty parts to play.

you'd be surprised what you can pull off when your life depends on it.

it's not enough to give people what they need to survive. you have to give them what they need to live.

is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

nothing ever stays dead.

the only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you.

you're my daughter. i'll never forsake you.

remember who you are! i know you remember!

don't cry. you're perfect.

i thought maybe you could love me like you used to. even though i'm... different. but you changed too.

[bookished]

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"The rain fell in heavy sheets, and I knew it was the day that would change everything."

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we'd made different choices?"

"You promised you'd never leave, and now you're telling me you have to go?"

"What's the one thing you've always wanted to do but haven't had the courage to try?"

"Why are you always pushing me away when all I want to do is help?"

"I never thought I'd see you here."

"We used to be so close. What happened to us?"

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm living someone else's life."

"Is it too late to start over?"

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

"The clock struck midnight, and with it, my life took an unexpected turn."

"The dusty, forgotten diary I found in the attic held secrets I never could have imagined."

"I can't believe you said that to them. Do you realize the impact of your words?"

"What do you want from me, after all this time?"

"You were always the one who got away."

"Why did you come back?"

"I've been keeping something from you, and I don't know how to tell you."

"Remember when we used to dream about the future together? What happened to those dreams?"

"You're not the person I thought you were."

"I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's never too late to change, you know."

"Let's make a pact: no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

"I've been searching for you my whole life, and now that I've found you, I don't know what to say."

"Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come back."

"You've changed so much since the last time I saw you."

"We used to be best friends. What happened between us?"

"I have a secret, and I need your help to keep it."

"Do you believe in second chances?"

"If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?"

"I never thought I'd miss something so ordinary until it was gone."

"You were always the one who understood me, even when I couldn't understand myself."

"I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."

"Life has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"

"I thought I knew who I was until I met you."

"What's the worst mistake you've ever made, and did you ever make amends for it?"

"We're in this together, no matter what."

"You're the only one who knows the real me."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I need your advice."

"Why do you always push people away when they try to get close to you?"

"Sometimes, the hardest part is forgiving yourself."

"No matter where life takes us, I hope we'll always have this moment."

[lafortezaboy]

request: "could i req something fluffy of like yunjin or kazuha being down bad for fem!reader and trying to ask them out? :("

warnings/triggers: fluff, non idol au, fem!reader

it wasn't that you were popular, because you weren't. it was simply that yunjin wasn't. she wasn't picked on or teased by any means, your university was much more respectable than to allow that, but while you made friends with everyone, she stuck to her little group. where you could make conversation with anyone, she could put her foot in her mouth. luckily for her, it was one of the many traits of hers you found adorable.

you weren't stupid. you knew about the crush she had on you, and you'd known about it since the day you asked her to help you study for an english final, knowing she was at the top of your class. the blushing and the tripping over her words throughout the whole study session had been cute, so cute you couldn't help but ask to make studying together a regular thing despite still not really understanding the material.

months later though, you wished she weren't so shy, and would just ask you out already. you saw how she was with chaewon, how flirty and confident she could be when not talking to you. as cute as her not knowing how to handle you flirting with her was, you really wanted to kiss her.

you weren't sure who convinced her to make a move finally, but you wanted to get them flowers or a fruit basket or something. it wasn't uncommon for you to tag along with her and sakura to see a new movie, but tonight it was different. it was just the two of you, for starters, and she was doing everything that a date would. she'd opened your car door for you, paid for your snacks, sat right next to you instead of leaving the seat between you open like usual. honestly, seeing her so different, so relaxed with you, it made you feel things the blushing and the stuttering didn't. that was adorable, but this?? god, you just wanted to keep her all to yourself.

as the movie progressed, you found yourself wanting to hold her hand, but you didn't want to push her too far. so you rested your arm against hers, something that could be written off as casual just in case. a few minutes later though, you felt her fingers tracing little patterns into the back of your hand, and you couldn't help but offer her your palm instead. her touch was soft, hesitant almost, but it was more than enough. as soon as she was brave enough, her fingers laced with yours, and you didn't let go of her hand for the rest of the night.

you were still holding onto her as you made your way out of the theater, heading towards her car. ""i had a lot of fun tonight," she said, looking back at you, and the little smile on her face made your heart skip a beat. "i did too," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. that made her pause, just for a split second, and you saw the nerves beginning to bubble up again.

it seemed she wasn't letting this newfound confidence go, because she pushed through, stopping by the passenger seat door. "maybe we could do it again sometime? like ... like as a date?" she asked. it was the worst time to giggle, but you couldn't help it. her face quickly fell, and you rushed to explain yourself.

"hey, look at me," you said, free hand reaching up to grasp her chin gently. "i would love to go on a date with you. i just think it's cute you took me on a date to ask me on a date." you watched as the words sunk in, and her cheeks flushing had nothing to do with the cold. your hand moved to cup her cheek then, gently stroking your thumb over her cheek as you looked at her.

"i've been waiting on you to ask me out, you know that?" you asked her, and when she shook her head you smiled, because of course she hadn't noticed you felt the same. "i have been, for a while. you could anything you wanted from me."

that seemed to catch her attention, because her eyes instantly shot down to your lips, and you couldn't help but stare right back at hers. you'd thought about her lips far too many times. "what about ..." she began, her eyes flickering back up to yours. "what about a kiss then? if this was already a date?" she asked, and you didn't even think about answering her with words. you lean up then, hand still on her face, and press your lips against hers.

the kiss is slow, a little timid, but god were her lips soft. when her hands find your waist, you scoot in closer to her, and the whole world stop s around the two of you as you let yourself finally get lost in her.

[dindjarindiaries]

You reblogged that starter list and before I even saw your message, this one SCREAMED Din to me:

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be.

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would be."

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You looked up at the expanse of stars overhead and let out a soft breath. The slight sting of the night's chilled air nipped at your nose, but the way it filtered through your lungs felt relieving. This was the open air; it was much more freeing than the ship you had started to feel trapped within.

It was that ship's boarding ramp you were sitting on, and as you took a quick glance over your shoulder, you saw its owner watching you from within the cargo hold with a worried tilt to his silver helmet. Having been caught in the act, his armored chest rose and fell in a breath as he started to walk towards you. Your gaze returned to the sky above as you sensed his approach.

"I thought you were charting another course," you said as Din took his place alongside you. "We can't spend too much time here."

Din shrugged in your periphery. "An extra rotation won't hurt."

Your head snapped towards him as your lips parted in disbelief. "A rotation?"

Din's visor was stuck on the stars, but after a moment of you staring, he returned your disbelieving glance. "What?"

You chuckled and shook your head, returning your attention to the night sky. You closed your eyes as your heart began to beat more rapidly. The question you wanted to ask screamed within your mind, but it came out as a mere whisper. "Why?"

There was a pause before Din responded. "Why what?"

You reopened your eyes and kept them on the stars. Looking at Din would make you lose your resolve. "Why are you bending your rules?"

When Din remained silent for a long moment, you quickly glanced over at him. His visor was fixed on his gloved hands as he picked the orange-colored material on his fingertips. "We can afford the time, for now." When he continued, his modulated voice was even lower than before. "And you're happy here."

You furrowed your brow at him. "I'm happy regardless."

Din gave his helmet a brief tilt. "Sure. But..." he paused, as if musing upon something, "not like you are on planets like this one."

You didn't know what to say to that. The sweet inhale of the crisp air you took was enough to prove his words true. As you continued to stare somewhat dumbfounded at Din, he added more.

"You don't like being on the ship."

You instantly shook your head and willed the words to come, but they wouldn't. Your throat had closed up around your wildly beating heart as the truths you tied to each atrium and ventricle came closer and closer to freeing themselves.

Din took your silence as a much more disappointing reality. Even his modulator couldn't hide his hurt. "You don't like being with me."

"No." You couldn't have gotten the word out faster if you'd tried. "That's not true."

"It's okay. I understand." Din's arm rested upon his propped-up knee as he looked at the stars yet again. You watched his visor reflect them with fond admiration. "My lifestyle isn't meant to keep people around for long." He nodded, as if he was still convincing himself of such a truth. "I've grown used to it."

His words, a genuine and honest reflection of himself, shattered your heart enough to let the shards escape through the barrier your throat had attempted to create. Each beautiful truth began to spill out in a stained glass mosaic of the image you had crafted over the past few months. "Yet I'm still here."

That caught Din's attention. His visor found your gaze as you pieced your art together.

"I've felt trapped, yes, but not by you or your ship." You exhaled and watched your hand as you set it on the metal of the ramp beside you. It was just inches from Din's own. "It's a feeling. One that consumes me, really. And while it's centered on you, it's not because of you that I feel so trapped. That's only because I know the truth. I know your guard has to stay up."

You huffed and shook your head at yourself.

"It sounds ridiculous to say out loud, honestly, but... you deserve to know." The corners of your mouth pulled up in a sad smile. "Even if there's nothing you can do about it."

Din's visor never left you as he sat in the heavy silence that followed. Eventually, his visor lowered, his focus moving to his gloved hand as it closed the distance to your own. Only part of his hand covered yours on the boarding ramp as he spoke in the most beautifully honest tone you had ever heard from him. "If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would be."

You shook your head, your gaze also fixed on your hands as you did so. "If you were any different, you wouldn't be the person I've grown such feelings for."

You were delicate in the way you laced your fingers through his, allowing him to pull away at any point if he so wished. He made no such move, instead letting his armored chest rise and fall in a careful breath as your hands became fully entwined. After a few more quiet moments, he spoke up once again. "I can learn."

You looked back up at his visor and hoped your expression wasn't betraying your strong glimmer of hope. Din offered a determined nod.

"I will learn."

Your smile couldn't be stopped as you looked upon him much more favorably than you ever had the stars. "Yeah?"

Din nodded once more, resting your entwined hands on his armored thigh. "Yeah."

[burrowdarling]

Welcome to the Prompt List

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Fluff

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Everything alright?” “I just missed you.”

“Rough day? Can I make it better?”

"Have I told you I love you today?" "Yes, but please say it again."

“There is no better way to start the day than seeing your face.”

Flirting + Teasing

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?” Requested

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Oh, you’re so jealous. This is great to watch.”

Romance

"You're so red all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?"

"I've never seen you not happy." "Maybe I've always been in good company when you've seen me."

"I thought you didn't like the show." "Yeah, but you like watching it, and I don't exactly hate it..."

“I need just one date.” “You think you can woo me with just one date?” “Absolutely.”

“You kissed me.” “You kissed me back.” “And I’m not here to apologize.”

Angst

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

Steamy

“Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” Requested

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused is making me lose my mind.”

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

“Let’s go, I’ll buy you dinner. And maybe breakfast.”

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the dialogue starters

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

this is a slight detour from your usual subject matter but i'm very curious about your experience renting a high-quality camera lens? how did you go about doing that and have you been pleased with how it worked out? (the changing of hands i mean, it's clear you're happy with the lens!)

i didn't know this was a Thing before and now i'm wondering if i might be able to try that myself!

Oh yeah, it's absolutely the best thing if you can't afford fancy lenses / want to try out new gear / just need something for a special occasion.

There are places you can rent online that will ship you gear, and depending on where you live you can often also rent from local camera stores. I've done both!

Right now my main practice is renting lenses from LensRentals, which is an online company that ships out of Tennessee. They've got pretty reasonable rental prices, and they don't charge a deposit - but you do sign a thing saying if you damage or lose it, they can charge you. You can also pay for insurance on the rentals against damage or loss which would mitigate a lot of that cost if something went wrong. I've heard a range of opinions about them, but I've pretty much always had a good experience with them and gotten stuff on time that worked correctly, and their customer service has been really responsive for me when we had some snafus with shipping stuff back lately. One thing they do that I really like is their system is set up with an option to ship directly to FedEx stores for you to pick up, which means I don't have to worry about a package containing pricey gear getting stolen or rained on.

LensRentals also is willing to let you buy their rental gear, which is what I'm hoping to do before I send the really nice huge telephoto lens I've been using back tomorrow. They'll take some of the price of your rental off the purchase cost - it isn't a ton, but it generally covers sales tax and maybe a little more. I like it as a way to purchase used gear because I can see the condition before I commit, and I've had it in my hands and gotten to use it a bunch. That's how I bought my first real digital camera like a decade ago, and where I got my current camera and starter lenses.

If you've got a local rental store, I absolutely encourage going through them! I've done that when traveling - there have been some times I wanted a specific piece of gear to test on a habitat - and it's worked out really well. Plus, supporting local businesses is always the right choice. They'll often all operate a little differently, but it's nice to know people IRL who can help you decide what gear to use or just nerd out with you. Sometimes local places will ask for some type of deposit to make sure you bring the gear back, and TBH if that's within your budget it's perfectly reasonable.

Unfortunately, the local rental place in my area charges a deposit to your credit card for the entire worth your rental until you bring it home, and my credit limit isn't high enough that I can float a hold for that (e.g. upwards of four thousand dollars for the two lenses I'm using lately) and still be able to, y'know, use my card, so I go with online rentals. It drives me up a wall! I'd really like to support local businesses and minimize shipping costs / carbon emissions.

If you think you'd like to rent some gear to try out, I recommend it! Just make sure you know what's compatible with your camera, you've got a safe way to transport and store the rental when you're not using it, and that you know the terms up front. It's been such a fun way to play around and see what I like and what works well for me.

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Picture 1

You'll feel more decisive about your goals and your life and actively move forward in regards to it whether you have a plan or not you are aware that even if you take one step in regards to your desires every single day, even if it's a change of lifestyle, habit or mindset, they will all up.

You may have felt rejected or feared rejection in the past that has made you question your self worth immensely, it has made you shut down that tender part of you, it only comes out when you're by yourself or the few people you know and trust. You'll be slowly letting go of that wound of feeling rejected, unseen and unheard. You may be drawn more towards your faith at this time but it won't be a surface level thing, you might want to learn more, pray more or do more devotional acts as you'll realize that a lot of your prayers are being answered.

You're no longer the damsel in distress or someone who can be easily taken advantage of either. You'll likely attract a few people who are a bit obsessively drawn to you, some may have good intentions but others would want to control you or have ulterior motives, so please use your best judgement and listen to your gut.

You'll likely become more social, recognised for your words or the way you express yourself or teach things which make others feel comforted and heard. You might also begin expressing yourself in the form of writing, singing, photography, vlogging etc

You'll want to indulge in the luxuries life has to offer even more. There is also possibility of travel within the country for starters and a lot of back and forth.

Be more protective of your energy as well otherwise you'll feel moody and depleted.

Picture 2

You might feel like you're in the spotlight or you'll be fixating on the bigger picture of something and nothing else. A path you had chosen months back has led you to where you are right now, good or bad, you'll make peace with it once you realize that it's on you to change your direction or do what's need to be done to steer your life in the right direction. There's a sense of enlightenment that will feel very personal and spiritual to you, it will lead you to drop the act you had been partaking in for long.

You may have rejected help and guidance in the past that may have come to bite you and kept you in the same cycle, you'll feel inclined to revisit the guidance and break free from this chain.

Some of you might find a home, change homes, start working from home or finally feel at home where you can drop your mask and finally be yourself.

You'll stop being double minded and finally see yourself blooming in different areas of your life be it studies or career or both. Like minded people will come to you. You might find love but some of you might let go of it as it could feel suffocating or restricting, you will feel sorrow but I also see you being held by someone either a friend or a new lover when this happens. Your needs will be mer regardless.

You'll be aggresive in your pursuits and some of you might finally step into the shoes of being a leader instead of following orders. You'll find your people and may also go to different festivals, fairs, exhibitions etc

Avoid overly physically exherting yourself and spicy food, Avoid lashing out at people. Stay hydrated aswell.

Picture 3

Too many choices in love, studies, career direction, hobbies etc you might feel a bit overwhelmed at first since the energy might feel scattered, so you'll proceed to expressing yourself more creatively and openly because of your new found confidence in your body and enthusiasm towards life. A lot of your creativity will come via your dreams, or engaging in fantasy literature and media or meditating or simply day dreaming.

Your creativity as well as beauty will draw in more career opportunities as well networking with people. You will also be actively addressing the ways you engage in self sabotage and it will be your responsibility to work through the same.

You'll be blessed with a wish or a couple of them being granted, you'll be in your receptive state. You might just accept the "delulu is the solulu" (I can't believe I typed that) saying or to put in better words, you'll simply allow your desires and dreams to manifest without you attaching conditions to it or thinking of the what ifs and how's etc

There will be deep transformation for you, big ones. Be it the way you look, dress, are living your life, your existing relationships, your job etc

You'll find unlikely resources or finances from unknown/hidden means or in form of inheritances.

You can look forward to a sense of peace you've been lacking. You might be prone to astral travel, intense dreams etc avoid or at least be mindful of recreational drug use or drinking, as well as water bodies.

Some of you might be traveling abroad for cultural exchange or studies or even for love. Do embrace the love that comes your way.

Picture 4

The courage and resources to get up and leave. Simply rising above something successfully no matter how weighed down you feel or have felt till now. You might also be juggling multiple things at this time (jobs, work and studies, hobbies, ideas, investments, applications etc) you'll find more balance somehow you'll also find clarity in your next steps.

You'll also be more assertive and stand up for yourself against someone who has held some form of power over you. You'll also realize that projecting omeone else's anger, mindset or bullying, towards yourself or others is not going to break the cycle. There is a theme of walking out, away and relocating heavily for you. But there is inevitable triumph in the path you're taking. Maybe in the past you've been procrastinating on it but that phase has come to an end.

A select few of you might also be going through your saturn return at this time so you might feel tested but you're simply having a period of shedding old skin and rising from the ashes of what was barren all along. You'll bring in more structure and discipline into your life in the process which in turn will reward you with joy and being content with your achievements instead of looking at your to do list for the next big thing.

Try engaging or creating things that make you feel light-hearted or entertained or it was something that was taught to you as a child, I feel you'll find the 'lost art' to something and recreate it.

Let yourself have fun and feel joy for what seems like the first time in your life. You'll realize life wasn't just unrewarded labour, that was an old way of being and you're stepping into a reality that feels a lot more comforting and compassionate than the one you're leaving behind.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 31

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 5k

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Wednesday, January 6th, 2:45 PM - Class

Three days since classes resumed. Nothing much has changed for now. The only difference is that I can finally go back to the common room after class. My exams are finally over, and I've caught up on all my classes. It’s nice to be able to hang out with my friends again, especially Alexia since we'll soon be in different classes if all goes well. We should receive our responses to our choices tomorrow. The class council meeting will take place in a few hours. Yet the teachers haven't become any less annoying at the end of this semester. I'm relieved when the bell rings, signaling the end of our last class. Ale and I walk out with smiles on our faces. I received my last grade today, and let’s just say I aced it all.

"Hey, Bronze!" I shout when I see her in the hallway.

I apologize to Alexia, telling her not to wait for me, then walk over to meet my advisor, who's pinning up posters on a notice board. Apart from the morning checks, we've barely seen each other since classes started again. She's been less on my back, but I can tell she's still watching me from the shadows ever since I told her about Feli.

"Ona. How can I help you?"

I show her my math paper, proudly displaying a red fifteen. She congratulates me before continuing her work, without giving me much more attention. She’s distant. It's like she resents me for hiding Feli's intentions from her. I hate it when she makes me regret things. She should know that this situation already affects me enough without her adding her two cents.

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Help me, then, if you're going to stick around."

I nod and hold the poster for her while she tapes it up. She pauses for a moment to take a look.

"So? What did you want to ask me?"

"I wanted to know if you could buy me a new phone? Or at least come with me to get one this weekend? Ever since mine broke, I haven’t been able to contact anyone."

"No."

My smile fades at her refusal, catching me off guard. I was expecting there wouldn’t be any problem. I hadn’t even prepared to convince her otherwise.

"What do you mean, no?"

"The answer is no. You won't be getting a new phone."

"But why? You already keep me here, and I'm getting tired of having to bother Ale every time I need to borrow hers."

"I said no, Ona. Don’t insist."

"But, but..." I stammer desperately. "You’re cutting me off from the world!"

I let go of the poster to face her. It falls to the ground since it was only attached on one side. Lucy sighs in frustration at the mess I made. It probably got torn, but that's the least of my worries right now.

"Pick it up, please."

I squint at her, but her stern gaze wins by a long shot. I give in and pick it up. I put it back in place so she can fix my mistake. I only let go once it's properly secured this time, then cross my arms, waiting for her response before continuing to help her.

"I don't see why you'd say no."

"And I don't see why you're reacting like this. You’re acting like a spoiled child."

"Yeah, well, I don’t like it when you tell me no."

"Someone has to, so you understand that not everything is a given."

I puff out my cheeks under her amused look. 1-0 for her. I finally sigh when she gives me a small hug and hands me a new poster.

"Come on, stop acting like a child. I’m doing this for your own good."

"I don't see how," I mutter.

"You don't see why?" she raises an eyebrow.

"No, I don't. How is refusing me a new phone for my own good?"

"Well, for starters, your ex is a dangerous psychopath. Does that answer your question?"

"That’s not a reason," I complain in a displeased whine.

"It is. By now, she’s probably still harassing your number, so if you want a new phone, you’ll need to change your number first."

I'm so tired of her always being right. I didn’t dare put my SIM card in Alexia’s phone for that exact reason. I didn’t want to face her messages and calls.

"Fine..." I concede, facing the facts.

"I can help you sort this out, but in the meantime, you’ll have to make do with Alexia’s phone or mine if you really need to contact someone."

I feel ashamed for thinking she just wanted to stop me from communicating. She only wants to make sure Feli can’t find me. She’s redoing all the steps my mother took a year and a half ago.

"I’m sorry..."

She smiles, ruffling my hair in response. I help her hang the last poster, and she picks up the old ones she left on the floor before we head down the stairs.

"The steps are going to be complicated... My mom usually handles that kind of thing since she pays for my plan. I have no idea how to do it."

"I figured. That’s why I’m offering to do it together since you’ll need to call her."

"Are you serious?"

"You want a phone, don’t you?"

I groan, already knowing what her next answer will be. How am I going to ask my mom to change my SIM card without explaining the situation? I didn’t want her to know. I need to prove to her that I can handle things without her intervening in my life.

"Luce?"

"I already told you not to call me that here, Ona," she scolds.

"Sorry... But... Do you think I’ll have to tell my mom about... Feli and all that?"

"I won’t force you to tell her if you don’t want to, but she’ll need an explanation. As a mother, I’d want to know about this kind of thing with my kids. But I know you’re not on good terms with her, so it’s up to you."

"I’ve been wanting to switch to another mobile phone plan for a while. This could be a good opportunity to negotiate."

"Then you just have to come up with a believable excuse," she says, stopping in the hall. "In the meantime, you’ll have to wait. By the way, you’ll need to give me your phone. Or I’ll come to your room tonight instead. I want to destroy your SIM card."

"Okay... Do you think the stolen phone excuse will work?"

"Maybe," she shrugs. "Now, can I get back to work?"

"Can I stay with you?"

"Now that you’re rid of me, you want to stick around?" she laughs.

"I never wanted to get rid of you," I say, following her to her office. "Well..."

I turn around and walk backward. I return her smile when we face each other.

"Maybe that was the case at first. But it’s not anymore!"

Unexpectedly, Lucy grabs my arm. She must have underestimated her strength because I find myself pressed against her. She takes a step back, apologizing. I frown when I realize the apology isn’t directed at me.

"My apologies, Mrs. Wiegman. She’s a bit scatterbrained when she wants to be."

I widen my eyes, realizing who’s behind me. I slowly turn around to indeed see the principal I almost ran into. Luckily, she said her name, or I would have made a fool of myself. This time I would’ve gotten scolded by Wiegman herself.

"No worries, it’s more fear than harm. Did Ona cause any trouble again?"

"Oh, no, no. She just told me she lost her phone. We’re going to call her mom to have it blocked."

"Did it get stolen here?" she asks me.

"Uh, no. It happened outside the camp... I haven’t had time to tell Bronze," I lie.

"Oh. Will you take care of it, Miss Bronze?"

"Of course. That was my intention."

"Good, I must go. I have a class council meeting to attend. Yours, in fact," she informs me.

"Oh..." I murmur, feeling uneasy.

"Good evening."

She continues on her way to the stairs. I feel Lucy’s hand on my lower back, urging me to move forward. That was a close call. I enter her office, which is empty. Lucy drops the posters she was still holding into a bin and sits behind her desk.

"Is Ingrid not here today?"

"She is, just not here."

"Okay," I reply, sitting across from her. "Why did you say that to Wiegman? Are you really going to call my mom?"

"Of course not," she laughs. "I don’t even have her contact info. I just didn’t want her to know you’re staying in my office for fun."

"Hum..." I mutter, resting my head in my hands. "Hey, I’ve had a question on my mind for a while."

"Hum?"

"Why did you take it so badly that Jenni and-"

We’re interrupted by a noise at the door. We both look toward it, and I’m surprised to see Alessia there. She seems just as surprised as I am. My advisor breaks our eye contact by inviting her in. She hands her a paper about a student who apparently went to the infirmary, if I understood correctly. Lucy needs to sign it to acknowledge that the student won’t be returning to class.

"Aren’t you with the others?" she asks me.

"No," I reply simply.

"Are you going to join them?"

"I don’t know, maybe," I shrug.

"My office isn’t a tea room," Lucy says harshly, handing back the paper.

"Sorry," Alessia replies. "Thanks for signing the paper."

"Hum. Now get back to class."

Alessia nods, giving me one last look. She says, "See you later," before leaving the room for good. I follow her with my eyes before turning back to Lucy. She rolls her eyes, making me chuckle.

"She really doesn’t leave you alone, does she? What was that New Year's thing with her?" she asks.

"Mapi wanted to prove to me that she’s got me in her sights, if you know what I mean. She stuck to me all night to make her jealous."

"Well, it seems like she succeeded, given the way she’s eyeing you."

"You should’ve seen, she got wasted before midnight," I sigh.

"And does she interest you?"

"No. I found her nice, but much less so since we disagreed on a subject. And besides, she’s not my type. Even if she was, I don’t want to get into a relationship right now. As you said yourself, I have a dangerous ex-psychopath."

"That doesn’t stop you from having a new relationship. Maybe not with Alessia, but with someone else in your life could help you move on."

"Drop it," I mutter. "I don’t want to talk about it."

I avoid the conversation by burying my head in my arms. I hear her sigh, but it seems she drops the subject, getting back to work based on the noises I hear. I wait a few more minutes to make sure before lifting my head from my hiding place. I smile when I see she’s wearing her glasses. I love seeing her with them; she wears them so well.

"I can understand that you had a disastrous relationship, but to the point of not wanting another one..."

And she’s back at it. I roll my eyes in exasperation.

"I’m not ready, that’s all. I understand that everyone’s different, but I can’t. There are still too many scars."

"Okay, no need to take it like that," she rolls her eyes in turn. "I won’t insist on the subject anymore."

She finally goes silent, much to my relief. I continue to watch her, or rather, admire her as she works. I have to admit, she has a lot of charisma. Our silence reminds me that I didn’t get to finish my question about my roommate’s relationship. That’ll have to wait for another time. Since she decided to stop talking, I rest my head in my arms and enjoy the quiet to relax.

Wednesday, January 6th; 6:15 PM - Instructor's Office.

I groan as tremors take over my body. I gradually emerge, remembering where I am. I sit up and rub my eyes, catching Lucy's smug smile.

- "About time."

- "What time is it?" I murmur sleepily.

- "Quarter past six."

- "What?" I exclaim, fully awake now. "You let me sleep? For two hours?"

- "Actually, you left me talking to thin air for a while. I realized at some point that you’d fallen asleep, so I decided to let you be. You looked like you needed it."

- "You should’ve woken me up earlier! I wanted to join the others!" I grumble.

- "Well, you'll spend time with them tomorrow."

I sigh, stretching to chase away the stiffness in my body from the nap. Lucy mocks me.

- "Come here."

Without thinking, I lean over the desk. My reflex is to pull back when I see her hands approach my face. She chuckles.

- "Come on, I just want to clean up your smudged makeup."

I lean forward again, understanding her intent. I roll my eyes as she wipes under them with her thumbs.

- "There, all done," she smiles.

- "Thanks, and thanks for letting me sleep," I say, slumping back against the chair.

- "You’re welcome. I knew it would do you some good."

- "If you say so," I reply playfully, rolling my eyes. "Any news from the class council?"

- "No, sorry. And even if I did, you'd have to wait until tomorrow, like everyone else."

- "You’re mean," I pout.

- "Patience. I’m sure you’ll know more by tomorrow morning."

- "I hope so. Weren't you supposed to attend?"

- "No, it's just for the teachers and the principal in this kind of meeting."

- "I didn’t know that."

- "You couldn’t have known," she smiles. "Anyway, didn’t you want to meet up with your friends?"

- "At this hour, I’ll just join them at the cafeteria."

- "Alright. So can we talk about the insomnia you mentioned on New Year's? I doubt your little nap was a coincidence."

- "On second thought… Maybe I’ll go meet the others..."

- "Too late, your chance to escape is gone," she teases.

She’s only half-joking, as I know she won’t let me go now. Why does she have to remember everything?

- "They persist, but I’m managing," I say honestly.

- "I thought I told you to talk to me if that was the case," she frowns.

- "I’ll tell you if it gets worse."

- "So it could get worse?"

Clearly, I tend to speak too quickly with her. She manages to get me to talk so naturally. I’ll have to learn to watch my words if I don’t want her to know too much.

- "A few weeks before starting school, I had nightmares. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, and it’s starting to happen again. They’re not as bad right now, but they could become more intense."

- "See, this is exactly the kind of thing you should talk to me about more often."

- "I’m sorry," I sigh. "There was a time when I wasn’t having them anymore… I didn’t think they’d come back."

- "Do you want to talk to me about these nightmares?"

- "No. They’re about my past... It’s nothing important," I lie.

- "Hmm," she responds skeptically. "And what’s the worst consequence you’ve had so far?"

- "A panic attack, I guess. The nightmares feel so real that they make me panic," I admit in a whisper.

She sighs, running a hand over her face. I bite my lip, thinking I probably should have told her as soon as they returned. I wanted to avoid worrying her over something so minor while I was still in Barcelona. I had hoped to solve the problem before coming back, but that wasn’t the case. Seeing Feli again must be the cause. I’m angry at myself for not being able to shake it off. I had managed to get rid of it before coming here.

- "Alright. If it gets worse, I want you to tell me as soon as possible, and if you have a panic attack, I want to be notified. Is that clear?"

I nod, not daring to argue. Her tone leaves no room for disobedience.

- "I’ll also inform the night supervisors on your floor."

Great... Now I’ll have to be even more discreet than before. Well, at least they’ll be warned if something more serious happens. I don’t think it will, but you never know. I’d hate to disturb Lucy in the middle of the night. I’m already bothered just by the thought of possibly waking up Alexia if I’m not careful.

- "Alright, I’m done with my work. We can head to the cafeteria together if you want."

- "Yeah."

- "No homework for tomorrow?"

- "No. Our teachers aren’t giving us anything since we change classes next week."

- "Oh right, silly me."

- "By the way, um..." I begin hesitantly. "Can you help me with that? Well, not really help, but supervise me or something like that. I was more serious when you were helping me, and I might slack off if you’re not on my case anymore..."

I feel embarrassed seeing her raise an eyebrow. I don’t like asking for this kind of thing, so I sink into my chair as if it would make me disappear. A refusal from her would be utterly humiliating. Finally, she gives me a silly smile.

- "You’re going to end up on the floor if you keep sinking like that."

- "Oh, shut up," I say, sitting up straight. "I’m not used to asking for this kind of thing. I’ve always managed on my own until now."

- "Oh, but I didn’t say anything," she smiles a bit more.

- "But you’re thinking it really loudly!"

- "Here, after your classes. You can manage your time based on how much homework you have. Does that work for you?"

- "Really?"

- "Yes, of course. But I won’t be able to help you as much as before. I’ll only step in if it’s absolutely necessary. Don’t forget that I have a job too."

- "No worries. I just need your supervision to stay motivated."

- "I know," she smiles. "We’ll start when you switch classes and all that."

- "Yep, that works for me."

- "Good," she says, closing her binder. "Now, how about we go eat? I’m hungry."

I nod enthusiastically. She puts away her binder while I grab my jacket and bag. The building is empty at this hour. She locks the main door behind us. It’s pitch black and still freezing outside. I tighten my jacket as I see snowflakes clinging to the ground.

- "Does it ever stop snowing here?" I complain.

- "I think we’ll have it for a little while longer," she laughs.

- "How do you handle it, coming from Portugal too?"

- "Well, you get used to it, and I don’t complain as much as you," she teases.

I sigh and cross my arms to preserve my warmth. She’s probably right. Lucy complains less than I do. We reach the cafeteria, where she waits with me at the entrance after I tell her I see my friends coming from a distance.

- "Still good for this weekend?"

- "Of course, if you’re still up for it. It’s your only way out of school anyway, since I’m not letting you go home."

- "So I can crash at your place in return?"

- "I never said that. I said a weekend, not multiple."

- "You’re forbidding me from going home. You owe me at least that."

- "I don’t owe you anything," she laughs. "I’m doing this for you," she adds with a wink.

- "Yeah, right."

I turn around when I hear the door open with a rather noisy group. Bingo, it’s my friends.

- "Well, enjoy your meal."

- "Thanks, you too," I wish her.

We exchange a smile before she leaves with Ingrid, who arrived shortly after my friends entered. Everyone heads to the dining hall except Alexia, who comes over to me.

- "So, what were you doing after class?"

- "I was with Bronze for a bit. I wanted to join you all after, but I fell asleep at her desk," I admit.

- "Bravo," she teases.

Alexia is in the best position to know that I’m running on short nights. I had to tell her. I could have hidden it, but I wanted to avoid scaring her by going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. That’s where I need to go to pull myself together. Given my clumsiness, I’d probably wake her up by accident while doing so. It hasn’t happened yet, but stealth isn’t my strong suit. For example, on the first night, I bumped into my desk. Last night, I stubbed my little toe on the bed frame... I’m already dreading what will happen tonight.

We arrive at our table with our trays full. I start eating while they tell me about what I missed after class. It doesn’t seem like much since they didn’t do much except play foosball. Everyone is here tonight, which is quite rare. At least, that's what I thought until I noticed someone was missing.

- "Isn't your sister eating with us tonight?" I asked Leah.

- "Nah, she told me she's eating with her friends. Why?"

- "Just curious. I saw her this afternoon, so I expected to see her with you guys."

- "Oh yeah? Where was that?"

I explained to her what happened in Lucy's office. Based on what she told me, I thought she'd be here. I hope she didn't take it badly that Lucy kicked her out of her office. I didn't really understand why Lucy acted that way. Since the topic of Alessia was brought up, Alexia took the opportunity to question Leah about me to see if she knew anything. I quickly kicked her under the table, not particularly wanting to discuss such matters in front of everyone. It didn't convince Alexia, though, who seemed determined to find out more.

- "I have no idea," she replied. "We don't meddle in each other's relationships. Why, are you interested?"

The question caught me off guard. We had never discussed this kind of thing together before. She didn't seem to mean any harm, judging by the smile on her face.

- "Oh no, not really," I replied, smiling back. "I just like her as a friend, that's all. It's just that Ale and Mapi have been fixated on this since New Year's, so she couldn't resist asking you."

- "What's your type, anyway?" Alba asked.

- "I don't have any particular preference. I suppose brunettes, since all my exes were. But I don't just judge by appearance."

- "Speaking of brunettes..."

I furrowed my brows at Claudia's insinuation. I quickly understood what she meant when I jumped at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see my supervisor's green eyes staring back at me. Since I was facing away from their table today, I didn't see her approach.

- "Don't you get tired of scaring me all the time?"

- "It's not my fault you get startled so easily," she smiled. "When are you heading back to your room?"

- "Probably after dinner," I shrugged. "Why?"

- "Aren't you going to the common room first?"

- "I don't think so," I said, briefly glancing at Ale for confirmation.

- "I'll stop by after eight to fix your phone problem."

- "I can handle it myself, you know."

- "No. I said I'd take care of it. See you later."

I groaned as she ruffled my hair before walking away. I watched her until she left the room. When I looked back at the table, I noticed everyone was staring at me.

- "What?"

- "What's this phone problem?" Patri asked.

- "My phone's dead. I threw it in a fit of anger."

- "Do you want us to take a look at it?" Claudia offered. "Maybe we can fix it?"

- "I don't think so. It's in pieces, so I doubt you could do much, but thanks for offering."

- "Whatever you say."

- "Come on, finish your meal. The last thing we need is Bronze getting on our case for being late."

- "Relax," I teased. "If she takes it out on anyone, it'll be me, not you."

I finished my meal, as I was one of the last ones eating. It was clear the issue between Ale and Lucy was far from resolved. It seemed like she was trying to make a good impression at every opportunity. I really need to talk to Lucy about it. Once we all finished, we headed back to our rooms just before eight. No one felt like going to the common room. We made it back in time, as Lucy arrived a few minutes later. For the first time, she sat next to me on the bed instead of taking my desk chair. She got straight to the point, asking for my phone. She started working on it while asking Alexia if she had a good day. Alexia seemed too surprised to respond properly, which made me smile. She was so thrown off that she excused herself to go take a shower.

- "Are you really going to destroy it?" I asked when I saw her remove the SIM card.

- "I'm going to put it in my phone first. Do you have something to write with nearby?"

- "For what?"

- "To save important numbers, like Mapi's, for example."

I nodded and went to get some paper and a pen. By the time I returned, she had already inserted the SIM card into her phone. She handed it to me so I could enter my passcode to unlock it. Lucy looked over my shoulder as notifications flooded the screen. I bit my lip at the many missed calls and unread messages. Most were from unknown numbers. The rest were from Mapi, worried about not hearing from me.

- "Can I read them?" she asked.

I nodded and handed it back to her. I had nothing to hide and preferred she read them herself rather than me. Curiosity got the better of me, though, and I noticed she started with Mapi's messages. One message in particular caught my attention. I panicked and tried to grab the phone from her, but Lucy held me off.

- "No, please! Don't read that nonsense!"

I nearly crushed her, but she managed to pin my hand behind her back and wrapped her arm around my neck. My free hand tried to reach the phone, but it was a lost cause as she stretched her arm out of reach.

- "'Sexy Commander took away your phone?'" she read, raising an eyebrow. "What's with that nickname?" she laughed. "I assume she's talking about me?"

I stopped struggling now that she had read the one thing I didn't want her to. She looked at me amusedly, waiting for an answer.

- "It's just a Mapi thing. I already told her to stop, but you know how she is; once she starts something, it's a lost cause."

- "Hmm," she smiled. "You'll have to explain the origin of that nickname one day. I imagine it's not new."

- "You don't need to know everything in life."

- "But I want to know," she challenged.

- "I think we have more important things to do, don't we?"

- "You're right, but you won't get away with it," she teased. "Let's check the other messages."

She released her hold on me so I could sit properly next to her. Most of the messages were from unknown numbers. It couldn't be Feli's since I blocked her. But the content of the messages made it clear it was her. They were full of apologies or "let me talk to you." Some even contained the violence and anger of being ignored. I eventually stopped reading, but Lucy kept going until the end. She said nothing before telling me to grab something to write with. I listened as she started dictating the numbers I needed. I didn't save many. The first ones I took were Mapi's, Sam's, and Lucy's. I also kept the numbers of my high school friends I reconnected with, as well as my mom's, the house's, and Marcus's. Since the SIM card would be destroyed, I might as well keep them. She turned off her phone, removed the SIM card, and unceremoniously broke it. She folded it several times until it snapped in two. I wasn't sure what I was feeling at that moment.

- "Are you okay?"

- "Yeah... Thanks for doing all this."

- "If you need to communicate, you can come see me, and I'll lend you my phone."

I nodded, biting my lip. She raised her arm, inviting me to snuggle against her. I sighed as she stroked my hair to help me relax. I'll never understand why she gets so involved in my problems, but I'm really glad she does. From the beginning, she said she wouldn't let me go, and she wasn't lying. I'm developing a real affection for her, and it's growing stronger every day. I moved away from her when Alexia interrupted us by coming out of the bathroom. She doesn't know the extent of our relationship. Plus, since I know things aren't going well between them, I don't want her to know about us.

- "Alexia?" my supervisor called.

- "Yes?"

- "If one night things get really bad for Ona, I want to be notified. You'll tell the instructor in charge of surveillance."

- "I can handle myself just fine," I retorted.

- "Be quiet; I'm not talking to you," she scolded me harshly. "I know you won't tell me. Can I count on you, Alexia?" she asked.

- "Yes, of course."

- "Good. I'm going back to my room now that everything's settled. Good night, girls."

- "Good night," Ale and I replied.

She closed the door behind her. I sighed and collapsed onto the bed. My break was short-lived, as I still needed to shower before crawling under the sheets.

Thursday, January 7th; 3:30 AM - Ona and Alexia's Room

I woke up to persistent shaking. I was completely disoriented. I looked around to get my bearings. I felt like I was suffocating, like I couldn't breathe. I realized what was happening when I saw Alexia's panicked face. She forced me to look at her by gripping my head between her hands. I felt sticky and tried to catch my breath as best I could.

- "Hey Ona! It's just me, calm down. Do you want me to call someone?

I shake my head slowly. I don’t want to disturb anyone else. I have no idea what just happened, but my condition doesn’t look good. Alexia nervously bites her lip. She doesn’t seem to agree with me.

- "I need to inform Bronze... She was clear about her orders..."

- "No," I almost shout. "It’s fine, I promise... D-don’t wake her for nothing."

- "Ona... It took me ten minutes to wake you up... You were really panicked, and you were almost screaming in your sleep. She made me promise to inform her... I don’t want to get on her bad side more than I already am! She’s my boyfriend’s best friend," she adds dramatically.

- "D-don’t call her," I insist. "I’ll deal with her when the time comes. I-I, it’ll be okay. You can go back to sleep."

- "No way. You were having a panic attack, weren’t you?"

I sigh and get out of bed. Alexia remains sitting while I search for a new pajama set in my wardrobe. She watches me until I’m in the bathroom. I change because my pajamas are soaked with sweat. I sigh as I lean against the sink. When I open my eyes, I see my roommate watching me intently from the doorway. She looks really worried, which only makes things worse.

- "I’m fine."

- "Don’t lie to me. Who’s Feli? You kept saying her name, telling her to stop."

- "Please keep this to yourself."

- "If you don’t tell me, I’ll find Bronze right now."

- "She’s my ex, nothing more," I concede. "And stop being afraid of her. She’s not that scary once you get to know her a little."

- "I didn’t know you were that close to her..."

I let out yet another sigh as I splash water on my face to clear my head. I then dry my face.

- "That’s not the case," I say, leaning against the sink.

- "I’m sure she knows more about this than I do. Am I wrong? You could have talked to me, you know. I wouldn’t judge you for being close to an instructor!"

- "Ale... It’s not like that. She’s just helping me get better, that’s all."

- "Should I go look for her?"

- "No, I’m fine."

- "You’ll talk to her about it tomorrow, then."

I groan but nod to appease her. I don’t plan to do it, but at least she’ll leave me alone. We leave the bathroom and return to our respective beds. Alexia quickly falls back asleep. As for me, I try not to think about my nightmare, which keeps replaying in my mind. I just had my first panic attack, and I wasn’t even awake. It’s the first time it’s happened to me. I hope it’s the last because I really don’t want to involve Lucy in this. She’s already taken enough care of me during the day, and I don’t want to disturb her during her sleep. I eventually manage to drift back to sleep a few minutes later.

[sweetly-glazelilies]

Seven Minutes With You

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Summary: At a party, you participate in playing "Five Minutes In Heaven." You weren't expecting to reach into the hat and pull out HIS item.

Character(s): Wanderer

Tags: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Seven Minutes in Heaven, accidental confession, not really proofread... (It takes place in teyvat, not a modern world)

"Everyone, I hope you all brought an item — it's time to play seven minutes in heaven!" The host beams brightly as she looks at all of you hopefully. She urges you all to sit down on the couches and chairs in her living room. You decide to sit on the soft red chair in the corner of the room.

"Alright... Make sure to put your items in the hat!" She hands the hat to Childe. He puts in an item and then passes it to the person next to him, this continues until the hat had been passed fully around the room.

Once the hat was filled with different items, the host puts a small pillow case over the hat so no one could see inside.

As the game starts, many people go into the small closet together — some just sit and talk, while others probably had a more interesting experience.

Sometimes, the two people walking out of the closet would look embarrassed with different shades of blush across their face. While other times, they'd come out of the closet laughing. No matter what happened, everyone seemed to be having a fun time. And finally...after a while it's your turn.

Reaching your hand into the hat, you feel around. There was all sorts of different textures; rough, smooth, sharp... Until finally you settle upon something small and soft. You pull it out of the hat and see a small, cute Finch plushie.

​​"Aw, it's adorable...!" You run your fingers over the Finch's soft head and smile. You admired it for a while, stuck in your own world with the plushie in your hands. 

​​​"Hurry up." An annoyed voice sounds near you. It's Scaramouche — he's standing near the closet. "Let's get this over with." He rolls his eyes as he walks through the door. 

You quickly put the Finch back in the hat (giving it a headpat first) before you follow him into the closet. Once you're both in there, the door shuts behind you. 

​​​​​​"We'll be back to get you in seven minutes! Don't have too much fun." Kaeya teased through the door. 

The closet was really small, so small that you and Scaramouche were almost chest to chest. It was... Awkward. 

You could feel yourself blushing, you had the biggest crush on him. It's not that he was particularly a good guy, or the fact that he was really handsome... Honestly you didn't even know yourself why you liked him so much. It'd been quite a while since you first figured out your feelings. You were so confused... 

​​​​With the closet being small, that also meant there weren't many places to look other than the guy in front of you. You tried glancing down, but that just made it feel more awkward for you. Hoping to ease some of your discomfort, you decide to start a conversation. 

"So...um..." You glance at Scaramouche, he was barely visible due to the darknes. Desperately, you try to wrack your brain for any conversation starters... You'd ask absolutely anything to make this uncomfortable atmosphere fade...even something you already knew. 

​​​​​​"Hm?" Though you couldn't see for yourself, you could feel his eyes on you. 

​​​​​​"That plushie... It was really cute. Where did you get it?" After taking a deep breath, you say the first thing that came to mind. At least you weren't nervous enough to ask a stupid question like "What's your favorite color?"

He sighs, "Nahida gave it to me. I don't know where she got it." 

​​​​​​"Well... It suits you very well, you're basically a Finch Magnet you know? They're always surrounding you...and it's unbelievably cute. I'm almost jealous of it." You glance down at the floor, almost as if trying to hide the blush on your face — even if there was no need to, like a force of habit. 

"Jealous? Tsk, why would you be jealous of that? Those creatures follow me almost everywhere. It gets kind of annoying sometimes." Although you couldn't see it, you could practically hear his eyes roll with that tone of voice. 

​​​​​​"Who said I was jealous of you? Honestly I'd much rather be one of the finches surrounding you. They get to look at you so closely. I want that..." And without thinking, you accidentally spill something you never planned on saying — especially to him! It was embarrassing.

The room went silent once again, this time, somehow even more awkward than at the start. You were a bit curious about this game at the beginning, but now...it was more dreadful. 

Having accidentally said your true feelings, you wait for his response... You guessed it was going to be rejection. But to your surprise... 

"...You like me then?" He asked — his voice seemed a bit strained. 

"Yeah, I do." You shyly respond, "Please don't force yourself to give me an answer, I really wasn't planning on confess-" 

​​​​​​Before you could finish your sentence, you felt something on your lips. It was a warm, tingling sensation. It was Scaramouche, he kissed you.

​​​​​​Once he pulled away from you, you could hear him faintly whisper...

​​​​​​"...I like you too, idiot."

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​​​​​A/n: It's been a while since I wrote a fic so its probably not that good but aaaa I love Scara. Hes such an interesting character, its always fun to write him.

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[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 6- Dirty Talk

Pairings: Jiung x fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight dom!Jiung, nicknames (Baby, Angel), degradation (the reader is called a slut), unprotected sex (wrap dat shit up), creampie.

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"You know baby you look so amazing today," your boyfriend Jiung whispers in your ear. You were used to his random flirtations but this time you could tell that there was something different in his tone. Before you could question him he continued, "I love you so much you drive me insane. I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you."

"Oh yeah? What is it you'd like to do to me exactly," you ask his intentions finally making sense to you.

"Well for starters I was thinking about how good you would look bent over the table. Like a meal just for me to devour," as he says that he leans over his weight making you bend over as well so your chest is pinned to the table. His hands run up and down your legs making the dress you were wearing ride up.

"Just like this," he says, "I can imagine it all now you just like this with my mouth all over this beautiful pussy. Then, once I have had you cumming all over my face I'll use my fingers just how you like it." His voice was like honey and his words made you dizzy. He was very good at getting you going without having to touch you. He would usually just tell you his plans and that would be enough to have you dripping for him.

He reached down to run his fingers along your clothed center. Feeling the ever-growing wet spot on your underwear he let out a deep moan, "Already this wet for me, and all I have done was talk to you. You really want this don't you angel? You want me to play with you and make you cum before filling you with my cock huh?"

All you could do was moan in response. The feel of his hands on you and the filth falling from his mouth almost threw you over the edge. You knew this was just the beginning though. He stops rubbing over your now-soaked panties so he can start taking them off. You let out a whine at the loss of contact but it doesn't last long. Once your panties are off he does exactly as he said and attaches his mouth to your clit. He licks and sucks at your clit. You were already so wound up by his words and teasing touches that you knew you wouldn't last very long. After a few more minutes you felt the knot in your stomach let loose.

"Ah, Ji I-i'm cumming," you announced. He helped you through it and when you finally came back down to reality Jiung helped you up off the table. He helped you walk to the bedroom and laid you down. You thought he was just going to help you clean up and then you'd cuddle but you were oh so wrong. He began rubbing his fingers up and down over your clit and sopping entrance that was mixed with his spit and your cum.

He leaned back down to your ear and whispered, "You didn't think we were done yet did you? I told you already that I was planning on making you cum on my face, fingers, and my cock. You can take it, right baby? Just two more for me." As he is saying all this he slowly slides in his middle and ring fingers into you. He drags them in and out slowly at first but always makes sure to give them that gentle curve up to hit that spot that always has you seeing stars. Then, he starts to speed up and as he speeds up he spouts more delicious filth into your ear, "That's it baby moan for me just like that. I know you love having my fingers deep inside you. You look so pretty for me like this just a desperate slut for me to use how I want huh? I can feel you clenching around my fingers do you like being called my pretty little slut? Yeah, I bet you do. God, you're so close I can tell, cum all over my fingers so I can give you what we both really want. Cum on my fingers so I can stuff you full of my cock."

That was just about all it took. His words combined with his fingers moving in and out of you at a rapid pace and his thumb moving in quick circles around your clit. He had you cumming again this time even more intense from already having cum before. When you were done he removed his fingers and put them in front of your face silently letting you know that he wanted you to taste yourself. You opened your mouth and he placed his fingers inside. While you licked and sucked at his fingers he started undoing the button and zipper on his pants with his free hand. Soon he had his own pants and underwear pushed down to his thighs and his cock sprung free.

Only then did he remove his hand from your mouth and used the saliva left on his fingers to pump his now-free dick. "Turn over baby," he commanded, "You can give me one more right? Cum one more time on my cock baby you can do it." As he finished that sentence he slowly started pushing into you. You were so tight around him from having already cum twice. He had been so hard this whole time it took everything in him not to cum right away that would be embarrassing. He gave you time and truthfully himself time to adjust before he started setting an even pace. You loved the feeling of him inside you and there was nothing quite like it. No toy in the world could ever come close to how good Jiung could make you feel. It didn't take long for you to be ready to cum again.

"Jiung, I am s-s-so close please let me c-cum again," you begged.

The pace of his hips was becoming sloppy and you knew he was close too. He responded, "Let's cum together precious. Cum on my cock and I will fill you up just how you like it." He started moving his hips faster and reached his hand around to rub at your clit again. A few more seconds later and you were cumming hard around his cock. Not even a second later he follows shooting his cum into you. You both stay there for a moment in absolute bliss before he gently pulls out and whispers, "Hold on my love I'll go start the bath."

He leaves for the bathroom and starts running the water. While the tub fills up he returns with a warm wet cloth to gently clean you up and then he carries you to the bathroom. You both take time to relax in the warm water and get clean. When you both were done you returned to bed and cuddled together.

"Happy Birthday Jiung," you say giving him a kiss.

"Thank you, my love," he said back. Then, you two fell asleep in each other's arms.

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A/N: Happy belated Birthday to this beautiful man! I really hope you all enjoyed this and I am sorry for this day being so very late. I know I really should use the schedule feature I am going to get a jump on that soon. Asks are open so lemme know what you wanna see!

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LUCIFER

Lucifer, King of Light, Commander of the Illuminati and the strongest of the Ba'al. Also a Delusional, Possessive, Protective and Manipulative yandere.

Okay, So as a starter lets say that you, A member of The True Cross and teaching assistant at the cram school have been captured by the Illuminati due to Lucifer's growing obsession with you. He's been watching you for months, Only now he has decided to finally take you.

You've been kept in a cell within the Dominus Liminus for months now, Siphoned away from everyone you knew back home and isolated from everyone here. The only people you talk to being a select few, As well as the man himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer loves you, He truly does. And that is such a strange feeling for a being like him, The strongest demon after his father. You're beautiful, Despite how wretched he finds normal humans to be, He also finds you to be an exception.

That's why he needs to keep you locked up. You're pure, Perfect. You're his. He can't let you get dirtied by the likes of other human beings, No, You need to stay by his side where he can keep you safe.

You're meant to be his, You were made for him. Why else would he feel this way for you? You're soulmates, No matter how cliche that sounds that is what he believes to the core.

And you? You're terrified of him, After all he is The King of Light. He's strong, Powerful. He's the decider between whether you live or you die, You're sure any other of your allies would've sobbed at their current situation. But you're not like them.

The difference between you and your other allies?

You love demons.

They're your passion, Your fire. They are the reason you get up in the morning. Everything about them is something you chase after every waking moment. From a coal tar to a seraphim. Oh, How you adore them.

So you're terrified of him, Of Lucifer. But you would be lying if you couldn't say you were drawn to him all the same. His blonde hair, His feline eyes, His slender yet fluffy tail. He exuded an aura you had never felt before. He was poison in the silver vine you craved.

Especially once he declared himself to be your husband, A jitter in your heart at the words. Thumping and grinning wildly once he turned his back. You felt horrid for your own feelings betraying the order, But hell, If you weren't absolutely overjoyed that your new subject of interest liked you just as much as you liked him.

So, Even though you were terrified you had no problem in obeying the rules he set for you. Every time he visited you, You would be too terrified to speak yet crave to say something to him. Every time he'd make you sleep in the same hospital bed as him, Your muscles would be too tense to let you relax.

Lucifer took this as you still being unused to your new surroundings, That you're still just a bit unsettled. Don't worry! He knows you love him (even if that knowledge comes from his delusion, its still true). You just need a bit more affection, So you can become adjusted to him as your husband.

And while this was somewhat true. You still wanted so desperately to just say something to him, Express your interest and genuine desire to know more about him. To love him? That you did, More potently than any other demon before. How fascinating he was, How angelic.

Which was why when one day when you were in your cell, You heard the door open. You got excited, Your heart starting to nervously/excitedly beat in hopes that it was Lucifer coming to visit you once more!

But.. It wasn't him?

Instead it was a woman of shorter stature, A shy yet somehow determined face. Decorated in Illuminati uniform so you figured she was just a new guard on the roster allowed to deliver your next meal.

But she grasps onto your hands, Hurriedly informs you that she's a spy from The True Cross here to get you out. Your eyes widen as you hear this, She doesn't give you any chance to respond as she begins to drag you along, Saying you don't have much time.

You're dragged along by the woman, Conflicted as you make your way through the halls. And she was right, There was barely anyone there..

Shit, You didn't think you'd be rescued this soon or at all! And you feel a bit bad that you didn't want to be rescued either, Why would you want to leave when there was such an interesting demon here that you'd want to study?

The woman stops however, As soon as you enter the next room over you're met with an entire legion there, Already surrounding you.

The woman gasps, Turning to run with you in hand but the exit is quickly blocked.

Lucifer emerges from the crowd in full regalia, Even though he had his mask on you could almost feel the confused yet heartbroken expression on his face as he asks you where you were going with that woman.

You again are hit with that same fear as he asks you again, But you are unable to speak. The woman speaks for you instead, Even though she is also terrified she tells him angrily that his views were wrong, That kidnapping and keeping some poor person was detestable.

Lucifer gets irked by this, Anyone trying to challenge his delusion instantly strikes a cord in him. The woman looks over to you, Eyes begging for you to back her up.

You're still terrified, But you can't stay silent no longer as you speak your mind and announce that this woman dragged you from your cell with the intention of kidnapping you. You spoke of how afraid you were for your life, Practically lying off your tongue.

Lucifer asks her if this is true, Which the woman has no words for as she stares at you in horror.

Her eyes barely have time to widen as the room suddenly flashes, A bright light enveloping the entire room.

The woman falls to the floor dead as Lucifer approaches you, Apologising for what you must have gone through with that woman, He practically steps over the body as some of the guard comes along to drag the scorched body away.

Your fear is still very much there as he cups your cheek with his gloved hand, But you breathe, Trying to calm yourself as you rest your own hand over his and ask him when your marriage was.

Lucifer afterwards would definetly take this as you finally adjusting into your life here, Finally accepting him as your husband (not like you had any objections before).

Giving into him and actually liking him back would make his delusional behaviour so much worse. Like if you thought him thinking you were literally made for him before was bad, You've got another thing coming.

You'll have much more freedom than before, Like you'll be able to walk around wherever you want when you want (only if Homare accompanies you, However). You'll be able to access all the entertainment and leisure available on The Dominus Liminus, Anything unavailable will swiftly be made accessible for you and you only.

Lucifer himself would definetly be more relaxed when it comes to his possessive tendencies, Mostly because he knows he has you. Not like he had any doubt before, But with your reinforcement of your adoration from him, He doesn't feel much worry over it anymore.

Expect a lot more gifts from this man. Clothes, Jewellery, Stuff he think you'd like. Whatever item you may mention in passing to him or Homare, Expect it to be delivered to you by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Lucifer also becomes much more public in his displays of affection. I imagine him to be giving some important speech while holding your hand the entire time. Kisses with him are rather chaste in public, However in private that's a different story..

You sleep in his bed now, No debate. He will not rest until you're laying beside him under the covers, Him holding you close with his tail squeezing your thigh like a ball and chain.

Lucifer loves it when you praise him, He's weak for it. Honestly you could give him a few words of love and he'd be ready to do almost anything for you.

All and all, I'd say its a pretty good deal!

LEWIN

Lewin Light! Arc Knight from the Vatican and a Possessive and Obsessive yandere!

Alright so lets say that you were kidnapped by him, Previously having a relationship that he insists on keeping up now that you're unable to leave his apartment. You're unable to leave cause of the demons he keeps stationed around, That and the fact that he had to sever your Achilles tendons to keep you from running.

You hated him at first, Loathed every time he came back with a rather cheesy "Honey, I'm home!" before sauntering over to the bed you laid in, Roughly grasping you by the cheeks and kissing you on the lips.

You hated him, You really did. You hated his lazy smile, His messy mop of black hair, His passion when he ranted off to you about demons but..

You still loved him, You actually did. Even though he had clipped your wings and kept you inside, Blocked off all sources of communication except from him and severed your tendons.. You still somehow viewed him as your boyfriend.

The one that would buy you fast-food for your late night dates, The one that would joke around with you when you felt bored. You wanted to hate him but you couldn't bring yourself to, He was your boyfriend, You really did love him even though he did all this to you.

It felt like your mind was at war with one and other. One part of you hated his guts and the other part would spill your own for him if needed. It was frustrating and incredibly confusing. You really didn't know what to do.

One day however when Lewin left to go to work as usual, Leaving you alone in the house was when something different happened.

Let's say that he had given you crutches of sorts so you can get around, So you don't need to stay bedridden all the time. Of course it won't help you much because if you try to escape it's going to be one hell of a pain to do so-

But anyways- Let's say you were up, Managing to manoeuvre around all the mess in his apartment to get to his kitchen. You were hungry. Tired of staying dormant on the bed just waiting for Lewin to get home.

But you're startled once you hear someone banging at the door- Not knocking- Banging. Whoever it was their fists were pounding against the wood, Calling out your name.

Your eyes widen. You recognise the voice as an old friend from the Vatican. Why could they be here? At Lewin's apartment? Calling out your name.

The sylphs that were stationed in his apartment to keep watch of you begin to get agitated, Especially once you drop what you're doing and begin to hobble to the door in your crutches. They chitter out some incomprehensible dialogue, Though you knew it was most certainly

You open the door, Lewin not bothering to lock it as he knows the sylphs are guard enough. And as soon as you do you're enveloped in the biggest hug of your life, Squeezing you tight and near knocking you off of your crutches.

They tell you how glad they are to find you alive, That they knew Lewin was up to something all along as they see your ankles desecrated and the crutches supporting your weight.

They tell you how they knew something was off when Lewin said you were injured on a mission, Especially when he said you wanted some time to recover, Alone.

I mean you didn't even text them. They always had a suspicion about Lewin even before this all happened, And to find you like this?

You're absolutely floored with their quick ramblings, Despite being overjoyed to see them once more you have no words to say.

Especially once they try to usher you out of here believing that you are being held captive (..Which you are, But that isn't the point)

You try to tell them that you're okay, That everything is fine but they don't listen. They think you're just trying to keep them safe as they try to tug you out of the apartment.

It is only then when you're halfway out the door does another arm sling around your shoulder.

"Sorry I'm back already, Babe! Left somethin' here.. Didn't know you had any visitors comin' over today, Darlin'?"

It was Lewin, Whose arm. It was obvious he didn't leave something here, Instead the sylphs had been rather quick to tell him about the intruder.

Your friend stops in their tracks, Looking wide eyed at Lewin, Half in fear- The other in anger.

Lewin lays his head on your shoulder in a sort of romantic gesture. The hand squeezing your shoulder tightens, As if it was a warning to stay quiet and go along with it.

Especially once you get a glimpse of his eyes under his hair. An angry, Irritated gleam that gave away the fakeness of his smile.

Your friend tells Lewin that they were just here to meet up with you, To catch up since you havent talked in a while.

Lewin smiles and friendly yet firmly states that you need to rest, Your injuries still haven't healed after all.

Your friend glances towards you, Begging you to say something or give some kind of sign to say that he's taken you captive.

Glancing between the two, You knew you had to make a choice.

You swallowed down your fear, Your mind made up.

You chose then and there that you still love him, That no matter what- He is still your partner. You love him, No matter how much you hate what he did to you.

You tell your friend that everything is fine, That you still need time to rest. You give them the most genuine look you can muster, Trying to convince them everything is fine.

Your friend still doesn't look satisfied, However Lewin pipes up.

He tells your friend that they should go now, They shouldn't be taking time off work hours to go visit friends. He pats them a little too harshly on the shoulder before shooing them off.

After that?

Lewin definetly trusts you more than he ever has, Especially since the sylphs told him that you meant it even before he showed up. He feels his heart squeeze at that.

As soon as your friend left, Lewin definetly made it a point to "show his appreciation." If you get what I mean.

Expect Lewin to be much more lenient. Maybe you can take walks out on your own with the sylphs, Maybe you can order food and maybe- Just maybe- You might get your phone back.

Maybe if you really prove your trustworthiness, He may let your friends visit. Only when he's there though, Of course.

Once your ankles heal then he'd let you return to the vatican as an exorcist. Though expect all your missions to be paired up with him and him alone. He can't let you get hurt now!

Everything goes back to normal, Before he severed your ankles. The only thing changed being that you're now well aware of his obsessive behaviour, Now accepting it with him, Perhaps even feeding into it.

Perhaps you're the kind that likes to make him jealous. If so, Lewin will play along though I warn you not to go to far- Lewin might just do the same.

Expect to wash the blood off him, Lewin seeing this as a romantic scenario. (The only time he will willingly bathe.)

All in all- Lewin loves you, Maybe a little too much- But still loves you all the same.

[parismemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS FROM EPIC: THE MUSICAL - THE THUNDER SAGA

feel free to change/adjust sentences as needed !

SUFFERING

"don't you miss me?" "jump in the water and kiss me." "you know i'm afraid of the water." "i'll make sure that you are safe and sound." "i would take the suffering from you." "you know that i prefer my feet on the ground." "so, let's say i was on the run..." "oh noooo..." "how am i to get home?" "where am i supposed to go?" "well you asked, and now you know." "you know i'm too shy." "for you i would die." "can't you let me stay dry?" "we'll jump at the same time." "the things i do for you..."

DIFFERENT BEAST

"you've been trying to take my life this whole time!" "i know exactly what you are." "you didn't notice that your friends got snatched." "we are a different beast now." "we are the ones who feast now." "we won't take more suffering from you." "you are a threat no longer." "you pretended to be my wife, so i just played along." "spare us, please!" "nah, you wouldn't have spared me." "i made a mistake like this, it almost cost my life." "i can't take more risks." "throw their bodies back in the water." "kill them all!"

SCYLLA

"this is our only way home." "you're quiet today." "i've got a secret i can no longer keep." "you know that we are the same." "i'm so sorry." "we both know what it takes to survive." "we only care for ourselves." "we're lonely demons from hell." "something approaches." "drown in your sorrow and fears." "choke on your blood and your tears." "we must do what it takes to survive." "give up your honor and faith." "we are the same, you and i."

MUTINY

"tell me you did not know that would happen." "we didn't take a stand. we just ran." "say something!" "you have forced my hand." "lower your weapon." "don't make me fight you." "you know you'd have done the same." "if you want all the power, you must carry all the blame." "i am not letting you get in my way!" "how are we supposed to trust you now?" "your time has come, your luck's run out." "where are we?" "hunger is so heavy." "we're never gonna get to make it home, you know it's true." "i'm starving, my friend." "i'm tired, my friend." "how much longer must i go about my life like this?" "we can get home." "i'm just a man." "you've doomed us." "we're too late."

THUNDER BRINGER

"pride is a damsel in distress." "it's all the same when i apply all the pressure." "true nature will be revealed." "if i were to make you choose the lives of your men and crew or your own, why do i think they'd lose?" "you have passed your prime." "someone's gotta die today and you have got the final say." "please don't make me do this!" "i have to see her."