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amarias-yandere-blog · 2 years

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Ningguang w/ a darling that has depression and struggles trying to get up from bed and do basic things, especially with eating ?

Sorry if it’s a bit much I’ve been struggling lately but take ur time, and if you can’t get to this one, it’s okay — hope you’re having a wonderful trip in AZ! <3

First of all, this isn't too much at all! Your so valid and I completely understand that basic things can take up energy that we just don't have.

Remember that though things are hard right now, it's always worth fighting for, and that it won't be hard in the future. Even if it takes a day, a week, or years, I promise it will get better. This is a reminder to everyone that you're loved, appreciated, and needed. You're all one of my precious followers and readers, and without you guys, I wouldn't be as successful or known as I am right now.

Notes: The reader is not specified, but I did write this with a more-feminine reader bc I myself am female. Remember that I don't condone forceful feedings, actions, or anything that causes someone else pain, discomfort, or guilt. If you are in any relationship, romantic or otherwise, please realize that it is not a healthy relationship and that you deserve so much better.

Also this was answered super duper late and I'm really sorry but I hope you enjoyed it just the same!

Please enjoy!!

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I don't know if I can do this

The bed was hot, heavy and comforting.

It was everything that she was not. Despite a warm smile, curved eyes filled with love, sweet words, they were like wisps of clouds across your skin, dampening your mood and making you feel untethered.

But she did try. You appreciated it, really. It just... felt like a lie. Your head couldn't accept it, that she did try, that she wanted to be around you. That she made time for you.

But her hands were cold and light and delicate. Just like the fabric that hugged her abundant curve, like the lipgloss covering her soft lip, delicate and light and untethered, much like her palace in the sky.

"Y/n?" The deep, fine grain voice announced the appearance of the Tianquan. You hummed. Pulling the covers across your head, you decided that you wished for a weight that Ningguang could not provide.

Lofty. Idealistic. Someone who didn't understand how you felt. Soft breaths clouded the air, making it thick and hard to breath. It was hot. Uncomfortably so. But still you stayed, wishing for peace and alone time. And yet the door somehow opened.

Must've accidentally forgotten to lock the door, you thought, waving off the feeling of uncomfort. A heaviness dipped the bed, someone sitting at your hips, and stroking your head. It was silent.

"Y/n... you need to get up." Ningguang spoke sternly, though it wasn't without care or sweetness. "We've so much to see. Beidou will be coming back from port, and I hear she brought herself a souvenir from Inazuma. And the traveler tells me of-"

"Traveler this, Beidou that, let's do this and that." You interrupted, though it was a whisper compared to her power-edged voice. "I don't care. I don't want to go. I don't want to do anything. I want to be alone." Your voice became numb with bluntness. It didn't sound like you. It sounded lost, like whispers in the snow...

"...You haven't been eating lately." Ninnguang states, clearly talking about your shelves that have been gathering nothing but dust for days now.

"Not hungry." You shrugged, despite the voice rumbling deep in your belly. It was a miracle you still looked like you did, actually.

"Dear... you need to eat." Ninnguang's voice is gentle, but also arrogant. She was clearly worried. It just didn't feel like enough. Nothing felt like enough. "Come on, let's get you ready, and then we can go where ever you like for the evening."

"Why do you even care?" You hadn't meant to blurt the question outloud, but it escaped your lips all the same. She looked at you with disbelief.

"Y/n... It's because you're special to me, of course." The woman said it so softly, so warmly, that it was grounding and lifting all the same. "Now please, get up, I haven't got all day." She returns to her normal attitude, but it is not as irrate now.

"Ok..." You lift the blankets from your head, seeing the white-haired girl for the first time that day.

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dangraccoon · 1 month

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Love me a good dice roll,

6 (Wrecker), 6 (How long have you been standing there) and 4 (One bed). For the reader I’ll go for He/Him pronouns.

Wow okay so that fit pretty well together. What immediately comes to mind is Reader and Wrecker having to share a room while on a mission for Cid (probably set sometime early s2). Wrecker and Reader have been flirting for a little bit and Reader walks in on Wrecker figuring out how to ask him if he wants to share the bed. Wrecker is trying not to come off as too forward and is embarrassed in a very down bad way.

Feel free to use/not use any of the prev paragraph, I’ve loved your work so far so I’d be excited for whatever you come up with.

Sharing is Caring

Wrecker x masc!reader (he/him pronouns, no other description)

Author’s Note: I hope you like this Anon!! It was very fun to write and I love me some soft Wrecker 💛

Warnings: lots of fluff, suggestive flirting, making bets on a relationship

Mando’a Guide: cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

Wrecker of Clone Force 99 was a clone commando. He was a highly trained weapons and explosives expert. He was bigger and stronger than nearly every foe he’d come across. He’d survived the war, despite numerous close calls. He was a deadly force.

And yet here he was, talking to a wall and pretending it was you.

He’d met you a few months ago, a bright spot in the darkness and confusion of his life that had been turned upside down after the war. You were nice and funny, you got along well with his siblings, and on top of it all you were so good to look at. You seemed to like talking to him; you didn’t tell him he was too loud or treat him like he was stupid. You were almost as physically affectionate as he was - something Tech had noted as ‘impressive’ - taking all of his hugs and bumps in stride and returning them. You were so good for him. So why was he so scared of you in this moment?

It was a fairly simple mission; stake out the cantina, get the intel, get it back to Cid. The lack of planned explosions had disappointed him, but the way you offered to come with them had almost made him forget about all that.

“Not sure that’s a good idea,” Hunter had said. “You’re a civvie. Do you have any training?”

“Training for what? Eavesdropping?” you laughed. “Besides, I’ll fit in as a ‘civvie’ at a bar better than any of you.”

Wrecker’s lips had broken out in a grin. “C’mon, Sarge,” he pleaded, breaking out the tooka eyes that had a decent success rate on his brother.

Hunter exchanged a tired look with Echo who shrugged. “Fine,” he sighed, fixing Wrecker with his patented ‘Over It’ look. “But you’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Yessir!” Wrecker shouted, scooping you up and tossing you in the air. You yelped, but wrapped your arms around his neck as he caught you.

“Wrecker, you lunatic!” you laughed as he set you back on the ground, gentle as can be. “Stars, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“I can think of a couple other ways to make your heart stop,” he smirked, nudging you hard enough for you to almost lose your balance.

“Oh, I bet you could, Big Guy,” you purred, biting your lip as you placed a hand on Wrecker’s bicep.

“Maker,” Hunter groaned, ushering Omega away. “Not in front of the kid.”

“What’s he talking about, Hunter?” Omega asked. “Is Wrecker gonna jump out and scare him?”

“Somethin’ like that, kid,” Hunter grumbled.

Lost in the flirty banter with each other, neither you nor Wrecker noticed Echo chuckle, bumping Tech with his arm. “Ten credits Wrecker still won’t actually make a move.”

Tech gestured towards you. “Twenty says it’ll be him that makes the move.”

That was yesterday. Today, however, Wrecker was feeling a little queasy. While you were scouting the cantina with Tech and Omega, he, Hunter, and Echo were getting a couple rooms at a nearby motel.

Once he’d paid for the rooms, he led Wrecker and Echo up to them.

“Only got two?” Echo asked, noting the two access cards in Hunter’s hand.

“All Cid gave us enough for,” he grunted.

“Good thing we all like each other.”

One of the doors slid open to reveal a small room. One double bed, a fresher, and minimal space otherwise. The opening of the other door revealed the same.

“Tech usually sleeps sitting up, when he sleeps,” Echo noted. “He’ll probably want to watch over the ship anyway.”

Hunter nodded. “We’ll take this one, and Wrecker, you don’t mind sharing with… someone else, do you?”

“With… oh, I-I, uh,” he stammered. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

Echo eyed him, fighting a smirk. “You’re closer with him than the rest of us.”

Wrecker swallowed. “I- I guess so, but-”

“Perfect,” Hunter grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Wrecker sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously awaiting your arrival. He looked up at the wall - too close in front of him - and practiced.

“Hey, so Hunter said we gotta share this one and I– aw, that’s no good.”

“I know there’s not a lotta room, but I’ll stay over on this side and I won’t try and cuddle you or nothin’– not that I wouldn’t like that, but – ugh.”

He slumped forward, letting his forehead hit the wall a couple times.

“I know it’s weird, but there’s only one bed and… I don’t wanna sleep on the floor so if ya wanna share… kriff.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face.

“You’re really nice to me and you’re funny and pretty and I really, really like you and I don’t want ya to hate me for wantin’ to share with you. I– I wanna be close to ya’, but I don’t want ya to think I’m creepy and I really don’t wanna scare you away.”

“You won’t scare me away,” you said quietly, unable to stop yourself from speaking up.

Wrecker, though, just about jumped out of his skin, shouting your name in surprise. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, Big Guy,” you chuckled, walking over to sit next to him. “Wrecker, why would I think you’re creepy?”

You watched his cheeks tint pink. “Well, I, uh… I know we- we talk a lot and it gets a little rowdy sometimes a-and we’re friends and all but I don’t wanna force ya into anything…”

“Is that what we are, Wrecker?” you asked, and he realized just how close you were as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips. “Are we just friends?”

He hesitated. “If… if that’s what you want.”

Suddenly your hand was on his cheek and his face turned redder than a Corrie’s armor. “I like being friends with you, but…” you heard his breath still in his chest. “But I’d like to be something more.”

Wrecker died. He was sure he’d died. Or maybe he’d just fallen asleep and this was all a dream.

You smiled as you watched his brain work through what you said. A moment later his face split into a bigger grin than you’d ever seen from him before as he jumped up, scooping you up into a hug with a joyous laugh.

“Maker, cyare,” he hummed. “You make me so happy.”

“Just as you make me, Wrecker,” you whispered.

You pressed a light kiss to his cheek, chuckling at the way his face heated up. “Now, I believe you said something about cuddling?”

Wrecker grinned wickedly, falling onto the bed with you still in his arms.

Next door, Hunter chuckled. “You owe Tech twenty credits, Echo.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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heytherejulietx · 2 years

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Could I request something where Steve cleans up/helps reader after they end up scrapping (maybe with Carol? Not sure!) please? I'm so soft for those things and your first aid fic is one of my all time faves 💛

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Perched on the front of Steve’s BMW outside of the arcade was not where she had expected to spend her evening.

She should have been in the arcade winning Dustin a ton of tickets that she owed him through a bet, and then she was going over to Steve’s house to watch a movie.

But no. Instead, Steve was stood in front of her, gently dabbing at her split lip with an alcohol wipe.

She winced, eyes closing as another spark of pain shot across her skin, and for what must have been the thousandth time that evening, Steve’s thumb stroked over her cheek comfortingly as he held her face in place with his other fingers. He was close enough for her to smell his cologne and feel his warmth. Close enough for her to see just how tense he was when she opened her eyes again, jaw clenched and eyes stern.

But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel bad. Not one bit.

When she glanced towards the doors of the arcade, she could still see the plastic cup on the floor, next to the puddle of blue slushie that she had thrown over Carol, before she had been promptly shoved to the floor.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

She looked back towards Steve as he pulled the wipe away from her lip, though his other hand remained on her cheek, warm and comforting. Part of her wondered whether he was comforting her, or needed to touch her for himself.

“Um… my back hurts a little.”

Carol had shoved her over with a considerable amount of force, so much that it immediately made her lose her balance. She knew that if Steve had been there at the time that he would have stepped in way before that, so that it didn’t escalate. But by the time he had arrived Carol had already given her a busted lip and pulled her hair enough to give her a headache.

It was still worth it.

Steve frowned, swiped his thumb over her cheek again, and sighed. “I’ll get you some painkillers when we’re back at mine, okay? Then we can just go to bed,” his lips left a delicate kiss to her cheek — softer than usual, like he was scared that any amount of pressure would break her. “You’re lucky I started keeping a First-Aid kit in my car after Dustin fell over on his way to the store.”

When he leaned back to meet her eyes, she gave him a small sympathetic smile. “I’m okay, you know.”

A huff passed his lips, and the hand on her cheek slid down to her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. She could see how worried he was, he was practically letting it out in waves. And whilst she couldn’t blame him — she would’ve been just as worried if it had happened to him — she didn’t want him to worry over her when she really was fine. Her back would be better in the morning, and in a week her lip would probably be all healed. That blue slushie was never going to come out of Carol’s white shirt, though.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he told her, shaking her shoulder with the kind of gentleness that he possessed. “You could have just called me when she showed up asking for trouble.”

She frowned. “Steve, she wasn’t asking for trouble, she was saying awful things about you, and I wasn’t going to stand aside and just let her do that.”

Steve squeezed her shoulder, his thumb pressed to her pulse point. “I know, babe. But she just wanted a reaction out of you. And you ended up getting hurt.”

“Would you not have done the same if it was the other way around?” Steve stayed quiet and she smiled slightly, triumphant. “I’m not going to go around picking fights with her, I’m not stupid, but I don’t like her saying those things about you. Especially when they’re not true.”

Steve sighed, exasperated, and let his other hand rest on her other shoulder. “Call me next time.” He emphasised, with a squeeze of her shoulders that had her completely relaxed in his touch.

She nodded, smiling slightly. “Fine. I promise.”

He pressed a kiss to the uninjured corner of her mouth before he wrapped her up in his arms, which were crossed over her back as he tucked her head underneath his chin. Steve smelt like mint and old spice, and was comfortably warm compared to the cool evening air.

He stayed quiet for a moment, countless kisses pressed to her head, before he asked quietly, “Did you at least leave her worse off?”

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madamescarlette · 6 months

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Birth???? It is my beloved Eden's birthday??????? I am here to wish you a happy birthday and tell you how much I love you and how much comfort and grace and peace your friendship brings me. I know I joke about Eden hours on tumblr, but truly some days it's like. Oh man I gotta see what Eden's been posting and writing in the tags because it is always so good and true and warm and we are all so blessed and lucky to get to experience YOU

FRAN FRAN MY DARLING FRAN. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

I will not lie darling, there are times where I feel so silly because I'm wandering around life with one of the softest, easily battered, tender hearts around, and I know that I'm more prone to suffering because of it, because I have to care about every single thing, and it can be lonely because of that, but ever since I've met you I don't feel the same alone-ness anymore because you have such an open, big, gentle heart like mine and are so devoted to finding the meaning in living and caring even when it burns you and it's such a comfort to ME. That is all to say-- thank you, I love you, bless you for knowing me, I hope you're doing okay today!! 💛💛

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,9k

Title Part IX

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I've been so excited to complete this chapter that I've started to work on it right when the previous one was posted, and it took me just a few days to revise it! lol This time we will have more info about Hermes and his work with the human girls aka him being a parent and another encounter at the Secret Garden, full of symbolism and references, which you can read about on my Quotev's list. This chapter ended up longer than the previous ones because there are just too much info, but I hope you like it <3

– I’m glad for our encounters and our conversations, and for your gift. However... I can’t accept more than that.

You didn’t know who was more surprised by those words: yourself or the people who watched the interaction between you and the King of the Underworld. Hades, on his part, didn’t show signs of shock by your refusal, neither he seemed offended; if you were being honest, what you saw on his face was closer to confusion. You got along in each of the times you’ve seen each other: why would you break this pattern so suddenly?

This reaction is expected, and it hurts me more than I could tell him. But he will understand my reasons soon. He will understand that this is not my place.

You kept your hands stretched between you two and, for a second, you were afraid that he was going to refuse to take the hairpin back, but that was not what he did: after an instant of processing the unexpected event, he held the object in silence and hid it in a pocket on his coat. When his hand approached yours, you sensed the slight touch of his fingertips on your palm and felt tempted to close your hands around his, so that seeing it moving away was as painful as what you just said, but that wasn’t the time for weakness; you should not make things harder for yourself or for him.

You put your hands behind your back as you bowed. Right now, looking in his eyes would be the worst thing you’d do.

– It hurts me to disappoint you, my Lord, but it’s the right thing to do – you forced the last words out – I have to go, now. Goodbye.

You didn’t wait for a response, afraid that any word, any small gesture from him would shake your spirit and make you change your mind. Fortunately, the said word or gestures never came; as if collaborating with your decision, Hades didn’t make efforts to make you stay. You passed by him and walked toward the dome that connected that room and the next, where you talked to the elf.

The guests, still watching the scene, didn’t obstruct your way as you almost ran among them. You avoided looking around, terrified of what you would find in their gazes, and tried not to hear the waves of murmur spreading like fire in the room.

On your way to the entry, you almost bumped into a goddess whose pantheon you were too distracted to identify.

– I’m so sorry, my Lady… – you were going to say more, but the crack in your voice indicated that you would start to cry if you did, so that you kept quiet.

– Are you okay, child? – the woman questioned, frowning – What happened?

You didn’t reply. You just shook your head and left.

Finally, the great doors you crossed to join that party you helped to make possible – and about which you’ve been dreaming for days – appeared before you. They were heavy, but you managed to open them, just enough for you to pass.

The door closed at your back with a sinister slam, silencing the noises of the room as you let go of it and walked away through the corridor.

***

When you left the room, your feet were hurried up, as your only thought was getting as far from there as possible. Now you were running, and your mind was racing just as fast.

I don’t understand… If I made the right decision, why does it hurt so much? Why does my heart ache when I remember the expression on his face?

With your mind occupied with these questions, your feet followed an unconscious path toward the corridor through which Hermes led you after giving you the hairpin. Where you going back to the bedroom, then? What were you supposed to do once you got there?

You turned another corner and stopped when you saw you were no longer alone.

– Y/n?! What happened?

It was Hermes. Apparently, he was returning to the girls’ room or to his own chambers, judging by the direction he walked to, but he gave up on whatever task he had to fulfill when he saw your state: when you stopped, your whole body was trembling and your lungs were burning; you didn’t realize you were so desperate until you saw the shock you provoked on him.

Suddenly, you felt exhausted; you didn’t want to speak, neither you wanted to think of what happened. You just wanted to disappear. Your throat tightened, and thick tears started rolling through your cheeks. Forgetting where you were and who you were, you ran to Hermes like a little girl seeking for her parent; despite his confusion, he hugged you and made no questions until you stopped crying.

– So… – he started once you calmed down – Can you explain the meaning of this? Things were going so well when I left you at the party’s door. What happened, then? Did you meet him? Did you talk?

For a while, you were just able to make affirmative gestures with your head, but when you spoke, this was all you could say:

– I finally understood everything, Hermes-sama… I understood the meaning of my dreams… So I no longer have to stay here… – you breathed deep and looked into his eyes – Please… Give me your permission to leave…

He frowned.

– What?!

– Give me your official permit to leave, please! I don’t want to stay in Valhalla anymore! I want to go back home…

If Hermes considered continuing that discussion, he gave up on it the moment he heard those words. He has seen this before: some of the girls brought to Valhalla would not complete the process of adaptation for countless reasons, from being homesick to coming to the conclusion that staying under a god’s guardianship wasn’t the best for them; others would face – or cause – serious problems that would result in their forced farewell and, in rare cases, banishment. In each of those cases, he was there, in touch with every part of the cycle and with the girls’ thoughts and feelings, respecting their decisions, admonishing when necessary, working in favor of them whenever it was possible by standing between them and his own people, who wasn’t always willing to show mercy. He remembered that most of those humans were good girls in their essence, who would recognize their mistakes once he brought them up or think well before making their final decision and leave.

I just want to go home.

Most of those girls would end up saying those very words to summarize what they carried in their hearts. And, by all the things he witnessed beside them, Hermes would always take those words seriously.

He held you by your shoulders and made you look at him.

– Tell me. Do you still remember the path to the Secret Garden?

You didn’t understand why he was bringing this up now, but confirmed that yes, you remembered the said path.

– Good. Then, you have to go there. Now.

– Go there? But…

– Listen – he cut you off, as if there was no time to waste – Y/n, I know you don’t like this, but this time I need you to do as I say without question. Go to that garden. What you need will be found there. Just trust me, okay?

You wanted to ask more, but you knew you wouldn’t get anything else but that strange orientation. You nodded in obedience.

– I will do as you say, Hermes-sama – and, already moving away from him, – Thank you for everything…

He opened the way and you passed by him in fast steps, his last encouraging words echoing in your ears.

***

That was the first time you entered the Gardens at night, and you thought it was a pity that it happened right after such a difficult moment, for once you arrived at them, you found yourself surrounded by impossible beauty.

Wrapped in the trees, under the pedestals of the statues and all over the arcs and domes covered with cascades of flowers, there were white and bluish small lamps lighting up the way like fragments of the moon; due to their delicate structure, they were invisible during the day, but became fully alive at night. Thanks to their efficacy, you soon found the way to the covered stairs.

When you reached them, you had to slow down and raise your eyes to the green ceiling to appreciate what the lights done for it.

It’s so peaceful inside it. Almost ethereal.

For a second, you forgot your sadness and thought you would stay there forever if you could. But then you reminded yourself the reason why you were there, lowered your eyes to the stairs and followed your way down to the Secret Garden.

Your feet reached the last stair and your head left the protection of the ivy tunnel, and it wasn’t a surprise when you looked around and found out that this part of the Garden was superior to the rest during the night, not staying behind of its diurnal version in anything: the little noises of the bugs and the furtive steps of the small, nocturnal animals lurking in the shadow of the trees and bushes, the soft breeze whistling between the leaves, the water running in the stream, partially visible from your spot, the perfume of the night blooming jasmines spreading in the air… each corner of the place was as full of life as the loudest rooms, and would never allow suffering inside its limits.

And that’s strange… I’d probably feel lonely and desperate if I went to a different place. But it seems that I can clear my mind and process my feelings with no problems here.

Hermes-sama was right in sending you there. You did find what you needed – a bit of peace in your final moments at the divine lands.

You approached the stream and stopped at its shore, observing the lights reflecting on the water’s surface. It was impossible to stand there and not remember that day where you walked on the bridge and talked above the flow. The day you revealed your restlessness to Hades and he assured you of your right to dream.

Why did he do that, anyway?

And to think that, in the end, it would be thanks to a creation of his that you would find comfort after the unsettling episode at the party. Was it possible that he also considered the young women’s need for mental peace when he designed those gardens that way? How much of the human heart he must have known to be able to do this?

How much of my own heart he could get to know if we spent more time together here?

A low, rustling noise was heard over the grass behind you, different from the others you detected when you entered the garden. You turned…

And felt your eyes getting filled with tears again when you saw him there.

The ghostly, blue light descending from the trees and touching each spot of his figure – his gray hair; his garment, white from head to toe; the tattoo over his pale skin; his left eye, not covered by the eye patch, glowing in the penumbra, its lashes creating a delicate shadow over his cheek – they would make you believe you had a spirit before you, but you knew he was as tangible as yourself, with flesh and bones cradling the spark of his immortal life.

And that only made him more beautiful.

Hades walked toward you and all the feelings you experienced at the party’s room came back at once, grabbing your throat with monstrous strength.

The first words said between you were his.

– Hermes said I would find you here. I’m glad he wasn’t wrong.

Despite your agony, you found it strange that he arrived so fast. And how did he manage to speak to Hermes before it?

Ah, of course. He designed this place. He must know all the shortcuts and secret passages.

Part of you was relieved to notice that no wrath or sadness was present in his voice, but there you saw same expression he had when you gave him back the hairpin, and that didn’t hurt you less.

When he stopped in front of you, you swallowed, and no word came out of your mouth. There was a heavy silence, shared with the creatures of the garden that stopped their noises as if sensing the seriousness of the moment... which was broken by a sigh from him.

He took off his eye patch, putting it on his pocket, then smiled.

– Less scary, don’t you think?

Your chest ached with the gesture, and your lower lip trembled when you remembered how you begged to leave Valhalla without seeing that smile, that face one last time. You hid your face in your hands and started to cry.

Even after what I’ve put him through, he’s here, trying to make me smile.

You didn’t see what happened next, only felt it: a pair of arms surrounded your body and brought you close to a warm chest, as a soft hand caressed your nape. Now, the only thing you were listening to was his heartbeats, and all you could think of was that you should have never run away, for things were going to be fixed as long as you stood with him. However, weren’t you supposed to leave now that you understood your place as a human?

If that’s true, why do I feel like I’m going to regret it once I leave? How could I be able to leave when being with him feels so right?

– I’m so sorry for all of this… – you heard yourself whisper.

– What are you apologizing for? – he whispered back; and, making you look at him, – You did nothing wrong.

You wiped a tear from your right cheek.

– But, my Lord…

– Please – you felt the tip of his index finger touching your lips – You already know my name. Use it. I’d like to hear it in your voice a few more times.

A sudden, violent heat came up to your face. After what happened inside the building, you weren’t in conditions of denying him anything. And, since he was asking so nicely, why wouldn’t you do it? And you liked to discover it and even more to say it, didn’t you?

– Hades-sama, what I did in front of your family... I embarrassed you in front of everybody… – you frowned in genuine confusion – How can you not be angry because of it, my Lord?

Hades raised his left eyebrow, and the tattoo over it moved a bit.

– Because you used your right to refuse something? Why would I be angry or embarrassed for that?

– But I thought… All those looks…

– Looks? Ah, yes – he sighed, then smiled, finally understanding the problem – We can be really intimidating sometimes. For this, I apologize.

Before you could think of a reply, he offered his hand.

– But, for now, we’re free from them. Let’s take this chance to enjoy our surroundings. We still have too much to talk, right?

You put a hesitant hand over his, and this latter closed around yours with gentle firmness as he led you to the stream’s shore. There, he leaned on his right knee and rolled up his sleeves, wetting his hands on the flow.

– It’s always in good temperature by this hour – he invited you to approach – Here, try it.

When you knelt by his side, he filled his palm with water and gave it to you. Only after proving the water – so cold and refreshing that you felt like you were outside enjoying a summer night – you realized how your throat was sore and dry. Now, you sensed your strength coming back and your sight clearing up.

Your voice came out stronger when you spoke, too.

– It’s really good. Thank you.

Hades smiled in response and you washed your own hands on the stream, then cleaned your face from the tears. When you finished the service, you sighed.

– When your brother, Poseidon-sama, saw me, the first thing he said was that I have a decent face – you chuckled – I guess I lost all my decency now that the makeup is gone!

That was his time to laugh.

– Decent face... My little brother is not so good at complimenting people, I must admit – he took a pair of wipers from his pocket as he spoke; he gave you the first and used the other – But this is more than he has said about all the women he knows. He prefers to keep his opinions to himself, despite being a good observer.

– Yes, he made that very clear! – you laughed too. And he did it in the scariest way possible, you added in your mind.

His reply was preceded by a gesture that made you startle: with his fingers, he moved a thin, wet lock of your hair away from your forehead.

– Still, I’m afraid that he hasn’t seen half of what’s there to see this time. He didn’t witness this smile, after all.

If this was the way he found to praise your beauty, then Hades indeed had more talent with words than any of his brothers: persuasion was in each of them, so much that you were starting to believe him; just a little a more and you would be entirely convinced.

And it was with no effort that he stood up and guided you by the hand to another part of the garden, one you haven’t seen the last time you’ve been there.

In this place, on the other side of the bridge, the lights were softer, in something between blue and purple, hanging in specific spots, away from each other as to not disturb the moths, fireflies and other flying beings that had that corner of the garden as their home. In the middle of what seemed to be a clearing, a small fountain formed by a rounded bowl upon a column of white stone was bubbling with crystalline water; when you approached and looked into the bottom, you noticed the same purple light was present there, oscillating with the waves. Near this fountain, you found a bench under an arc covered in flowers, which white petals were turned into lilac thanks to the lights. You went there and stood in silence for a while, in respect to the living beings that were giving up their space and their privacy for you.

Even your voices were lower when you restarted the conversation. You, by the way, were just waiting for him to be the first to speak, which didn’t take long to happen.

– My nephew told me you asked his permission to leave Valhalla.

You swallowed.

– I did.

His quietness was so heavy that, for an instant, you thought he wasn’t going to reply. But when he did, it was with relief that you sensed no change in his tone.

– It’s understandable. You've been through many things these days and, right when you had the opportunity to relax, a new pressure falls on your shoulders – with his right hand, he caressed the top of your head, just like he did at the bridge – And most of this is my responsibility. I'm sorry for this.

I can’t believe he’s apologizing.

– You’re... sorry?

– I asked my brothers to stay with you until I arrived – he explained – They didn’t know you yet, so they would identify you by the hairpin I gave you. Then I’d take you for a walk to some place where we could talk in private. Once we’d return to the party, we would enjoy the other girls’ presentations and everything you’ve been preparing, until dinner’s time. Speaking of this, I asked the elves to reserve a place by my side on our table – he curled a lock of your hair with his finger – My intention was that you enjoyed the party under our protection, but things didn’t go as planned, and you were the most harmed in this.

You sensed your chest tight when you heard that. You had no doubts about Hades’ noble intentions when he made all those preparations, but maybe he hasn’t considered that the fact that you were human would automatically change your view on them: what would be a deserved honor to a goddess was just too much for you.

Still, you couldn’t let him continue to apologize for doing what he believed was right, so you did what was probably your boldest action since you came to Valhalla: you took the hand he had on your hair and held it between yours, all the three resting on your lap, your fingers groping on his skin as you observed the black of his nail polish turn into a deep violet thanks to the lights above you.

– Please, don’t apologize anymore, Hades-sama. You did nothing wrong, my Lord, and neither did your brothers. Each of them received me well and stood with me until the moment you found us, just like you requested. The issue lies in what I explained to Hermes-sama while he took me to the party: everything we’ve been experiencing in Valhalla, and how things are managed here… all of this is so distant from the life I have that it makes me feel... small.

Your fingers, tiny if compared with his, closed around his hand with a little more firmness.

– Despite everything I told you the last time we’ve been here, my Lord, this is something I cannot change about myself. I don’t want my dreams to have boundaries, but I could never ignore the fact that there are limits I must not trespass. No matter how uncomfortable my life becomes due to these limits, there’s no guarantee that what waits for me on the other side will not bring me more suffering. This is what we call knowing our place – you let out a sad smile – Maybe it sounds strange to you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. After all, this is part of the meaning of being human.

– In fact, this is something I can’t relate to, but I’m glad you’re talking to me about it. It helped me to understand what happened – his hand moved between yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knuckles – Besides, I think it would be sad if you just left without saying goodbye to your friends or having the chance to learn more about your... about our dreams.

Your hands trembled at those words and at his touch, which was extended when his other hand joined yours.

– Speaking of this, Hermes hasn’t time to explain how it works, but even if he conceded his permission the moment you asked, you wouldn’t be able to leave until tomorrow.

You gasped with surprise.

– What?! Why...?

– Why the surprise, my girl? – the smile he gave you that time was the closest to a smirk that you’ve seen in his face until now – You didn’t think you’d get rid of us so easily, didn’t you?

You felt your cheeks getting hot.

– I...

– Y/n, there’s something about my dream that I haven’t told you yet. The reason why I know it’s connected to yours. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to do it, and I believe the moment has come.

– Really? And what is it that you need to tell me, Hades-sama?

– This: unlike you, I wasn’t alone among the ruins of Hellheim. In my wanderings, I found someone there.

– Someone? Who?

– A woman – Hades' eyes were fixed on yours – You.

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invaliowat · 3 months

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💛 Send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going! I hope you're having a beautiful day darling, sending lots of love your way! 💛

Okay I’ll point out right now that I have no idea how asks work (I’m eighty five and I’m sorry) but I am straight up kissing you on the mouth @marvelshauntedhouse

I have been fighting for my life these past couple weeks (I’m fine just busy - test test test, sleep sleep sleep, school school school - you know exactly what it is) but this was so heartwarming to wake up to.

Not only am I receiving your love but I am returning it tenfold (re: kissing you on the mouth).

(Also…..I may have some inside info….you might be interested…..

There may or may not be a new part of the this is me trying series coming soon.

Like a couple days soon.

Y’know. If you’re interested in that sort of thing.)

Anyway. Love love LOVE you and your support. You rock and this meant a lot to me :)))))

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hello darling! i just saw that in one of your replies you mentioned having endo and that was the first time i’ve ever seen a fellow writer mention having endo and it made me weirdly emotional. i’m sorry that that is the common ground we have but just know there are others out there and we love and support you!! and i LOVE all of your stewy fics, i actually started reading them during a week i was having bad pain and they were such a good distraction and i love them dearly. i hope it was okay for me to mention this and i apologize if not. i love all that you’re doing!! - x

Oh this is so, so, so, so sweet! Ah! You're so precious! 💛

Reading this ask genuinely made me teary! I get the weirdly emotional response but I want you to know it's not weird at all! You are so, so, so, so sweet thank you!

I'm also sorry that we have this as common ground, it is such an AWFUL condition with such debilitating pain. I wish endo and endo/gynae pain was taken so much more seriously. I'm so sorry that you were having a flare up, it's so miserable when that happens. I'm so glad that you love the Stewy fics! I am so grateful and honoured to have written fics that you read during a flare up and to have been able to provide a bit of a distraction for you during this time. That is the best/worst (worst because you're in pain and I don't want that) reason to write.

I have an ongoing-ish Dieter Bravo series with an endo reader and had been toying with the idea of writing an endo fic with Stewy. I had somebody send in a fluff request of Stewy with a sick reader and had started writing one with a reader on their period. So this has convinced me to finish that one up ASAP! (Will it be tomorrow...? Maybe... 👀) I think it's so important for their to be more chronically ill/disabled readers and if writers are comfortable, to be open about their experiences.

Thank you for sending this in, you got me teary and I absolutely adore and love you! Thank you so, so, so much for sharing this with me! You do need to apologise for sharing/sending this in, I'm so sorry that you also go through this but this is a safe space. I think it's important to talk about these things and I'm always happy to in comments, through asks or messages. You're more than welcome to message me lovely! Thank you so much and I hope you continue to enjoy my fics! You're AMAZING! 💛💛💛💛

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weird-dere · 3 months

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Hiii lovely 💕 how are you?

I hope you’re doing well mwaaah

You should know that i love you sm and i hope you have a wonderful day <3

Nada, my gorgeous, hello love :3 🩵🩵🩵

I am doing okay! I've been away on vacation and it's almost over úwù. I've had a good time, and it's been good to unplug and have some fun, practice some things and such, but I've missed being here ówò.

I hope you've been doing well too, my darling 🫶🏾. You deserve so much softness and happiness and bright days, truly 💕. I do hope those times have been there for you. Know that you are strong and beautiful and that I'm so so proud of you ✨️✨️✨️💛💛💛.

I love you very dearly and I am wishing you as well to have the greatest day 🫂💋💋💋🌸.

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imaginesxthevamps · 2 years

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Hello baby! ❤

Can you do a cute smut where the reader loses her virginity to Brad and he's cute and cuddly to her?

Something like: "you are my first boyfriend, my first love and I want you to be unique Brad" "I love you and I promise to be affectionate Darling"

Thank youuu

A sweet first time | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 2k

Date: 06/08/2022

Proofread: Yes (though there could still be grammar or spelling mistakes)

Warnings: smut, +18

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, Brad Simpson x reader, smut, smut Saturdays, fanfiction

A/N: Hellooo❤ I know this is one of my older requests, I'm sorry you had to wait for so long :(( I tried to make it a very cute and affectionate smut. I hope you like it! Thank you for you request! Lots of love💛

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You step out of Brad's car in the underground parking lot of the apartment building where he lives. Hot air engulfs you when you close the car door. It has been a hot day, it's only June and the weather is already fairly warm. Today was also your graduation day. After all those years of studying you finally got to receive your diploma. "Come on babe", Brad says and lays an arm around your waist. Together you walk out of the parking lot to the elevator.

Once you arrived at the front door of Brad's apartment Brad turns you around with his hand so you're looking at him. His hand is resting on your back now. "So I have a surprise and I'm going to cover your eyes until we're inside", Brad says with a wide smile on his face. "Okay", you answer a little bit unsure but you turn around so he can cover your eyes with his hands but he has to open the door first with his keys.

Slowly Brad walks you into the apartment. He slams the door shut with his foot. When you're out of the hallway and into the living room he stands still. "You ready?", he asks. "Yes of course!", you say in excitement. His hands move down so you can finally see his surprise. "Oh my god", you say when you see that he has decorated the whole apartment. Brad puts his hands on your hips while he is standing behind you. There is a banner with "You did it! Happy graduation!". Besides that, there are balloons and garlands. "This is amazing baby", you say while turning around so you can look at him. "That's not everything", he says and turns you back around. There is a little box on the table. You pick it up and open it. The first thing you see inside is a key, a key from his apartment. "Wait? Is this?", you ask while you know what it is. "A key to my apartment? Yes, it is. I'm not asking you to move in yet but I thought it would be nice if you could be here whenever you want and come here whenever you want, especially because it's also summer now", Brad explains.

When you look into the box again you notice that there is something else. You pick a paper out of it and fold it open. "A 2-week holiday to the Amalfi coast in Italy??", you say surprised but you're so happy with it. You can't stop smiling, your boyfriend is officially the best. You run to him and wrap your arms around his neck to hug him. "You're the best", you say and you kiss him on the cheek. When you let go of him you connect your lips with his in a passionate kiss. You walk him backwards without breaking the kiss. When you stumble against the couch you let Brad fall into it so he is sitting. You sit down on his lap with your legs on either side of him. You push your lips back onto his. The heavier the kiss becomes the more sloppy it gets. Brad finds an opening between your lips so he takes that chance to let his tongue slip into your mouth. You let him explore your mouth gently. You can't help but let out a little moan. You start to grind your hips into his. When Brad feels you rolling into him he stops kissing you and looks into your eyes. He has worry in them. "Why did you stop kissing me?", you ask him slightly disappointed. "Because you started grinding into me", he says. He doesn't look away from your eyes so he can read you. "I want you, Bradley, I want all of you", you tell him. You never call him Bradley, you only do that when you're serious. The only things he sees in your eyes are desire and hunger for more. "Are you sure y/n?", he asks for your approval. "Yes Brad, you're my first boyfriend and my first love, what we have is unique and I feel I'm ready", you say, your eyes never leaving those beautiful brown ones. Without saying anything Brad starts to kiss you again. His lips move from your lips to your cheek to your jaw until they reach your neck. Brad starts sucking on your skin. You let out a moan as he sucks more and more on that one spot. Then his lips move back up to gently touch yours before he releases. "I want you to feel good baby, I promise I'll be gentle", he says before getting up from the couch. He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

He let you lay on the bed while he takes off his shoes. He walks to the bed and also takes off your heels which you were wearing for the graduation ceremony. Then he hovers over you on the bed. His hands are on either side of you. He starts kissing you again in a gentle way. While one hand keeps him steady the other hand wanders around over your clothed body. "Let me help you out of that little dress", he whispers in your ear and gives it a little kiss. Slowly he takes your dress off you until you're only wearing your bra and underwear. His lips are hovering over yours again while one of his hands is grabbing your boob. "Take it off", you say in between kisses. He does what you say and takes your bra off, leaving you exposed to him. He starts kissing your boobs all around. Suddenly he takes your nipple in between his lips and starts sucking on it. You didn't expect the feeling it would give you and you gasp at how much pleasure it gives you. His hand is also playing with your other boob so both of them get some attention.

When he notices that your nipples are hard he starts kissing your lips again. The hand that was playing with your boob makes its way further down over your belly until it reaches your underwear. "Do it", you say while you look him in the eyes. His fingers glide under the fabric of your underwear. They slowly go over your pussy lips. He starts circling your clitoris and you moan from the pleasure. You have touched yourself before but this feels so much better. "How are you feeling love?", he asks while he stays drawing circles. "This feels amazing Brad", you say and moan again confirming what you just said. "I want you to feel good baby", he says and takes your underwear off. He sits further down on the bed and puts his head between your legs so he can kiss your pussy. He does it slowly, giving small kisses on it. Then he starts to suck on your clitoris and your hands grasp the sheets. You can't hold your legs still so Brad holds them back with his hands. His tongue is trailing over your pussy lips and he can taste you. He takes one of his hands off your legs to insert one finger into you. You gasp at the feeling. You can feel one of the rings he is wearing as his finger goes in and out of you. "This feels so good baby", you say.

Brad hovers back over you but his fingers stay in your pussy. He starts kissing you while he is fingering you. Your hands are going from his back to his belly. You take his shirt off so you can access it better. Your hands wander over his belly. When they reach his pants you open them as a hint that he has to take them off. He takes his finger out of your pussy and looks you in the eye. "You're sure you want this baby?", he asks you, and you nod. Brad stands up and takes his pants and boxers off. He just stands there to look at you and to take all of you in. "You're so so beautiful he says", and hovers back over you. His hand is reaching for the nightstand where he opens one of the drawers to get a condom out of it. He rips it open with his teeth and takes it out. He slowly puts it on and you just watch him. It's the first time in your whole relationship you see him completely naked.

"You ready?", he asks. "Yes, I want you Brad", you say. He keeps himself steady with his hand while he slowly enters you. "Oh wow, auw", is coming out of your mouth. "Does it hurt?", he asks you worried. "A little but keep going, just slow", you say. He does what you say and slowly he slides into you. The deeper he goes the more pleasure takes it over from the pain. When he is fully into you he starts moving slowly up and down. You start moaning again. You're getting used to this new feeling. "Can you go a little bit faster?", you ask and he nods, taking up the pace. Brad is also moaning now and it turns you on even more. Your hands are going over his back. The faster he goes the deeper your nails dig into his skin. "Are you feeling good baby?", he asks you. "Yes Brad", is the only thing you can say. One of Brad's hands is going down again until it reaches your clit. He starts to rub it this time, building up your climax. "Oh Brad", you moan his name. "I'm almost gonna cum baby", Brad tells you. He rubs your clitoris faster and faster and you feel you're also almost feeling your climax. "I'm going to cum too Brad", you moan out. "Cum for me baby", he says and rubs your clit very fast. "Oh fuck Brad", you moan out while you feel like your body is exploding. Electricity is rushing through you and you feel like you're in a state of ecstasy.

While you just had your climax Brad is still pumping in and out of you. Because of your climax, your pussy is tightening around Brad's dick. This brings him close. He moans out your name when he reaches his climax.

Brad rests his head against yours while you're both panting and catching your breath. "This was amazing", you say and kiss his lips softly. "It was baby", he says. "I love you", you tell him honestly. "I love you too", he says and kisses you gently.

Both of you get under the duvet to go to sleep. Brad pulls you against him with his arms, your back resting against his belly. But you turn around in his arms so you can look at him. Your eyes find his and you can't help but stay looking at them and smiling. You're thinking about everything that just happened.

"What?", Brad asks with a smile. "What?", you reply to him. "Why are you staring?", he asks you. This time you look away from him, you look at your fingers which are making circles on Brad's chest. Brad tilts your head up with his fingers so you're looking at him again. "I'm glad you were my first time Brad, I couldn't have wished for it to be better because it was so amazing", you say smiling wide. "I'm glad you feel that way love, I loved to be your first time", he says to you and places a kiss on your nose which makes you giggle. "Come here", Brad says and his arms pull you into his chest. You fall asleep all strangled into each other.

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Entertaining the Sick

Dukeceit Week is back again 🥳 And I’m totally prepared this time 😎 This story is based on the incorrect quote form the taking requests video Thomas posted last year. It was just too perfect an opportunity to resist. Hope you enjoy 💛💚

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Masterpost | Dukeceit Week 2022 Masterpost

Summary: Remus had his appendix removed and now he and Janus waited for the doctor. Remus gets bored and coxes Janus into playing a game with him.

“I love sleepovers.”

Janus looked up from the book he’d been reading while they waited for the doctor. Remus just had his appendix removed and the narcotics had worn off enough that he was lucid. Well, mostly.

“This isn’t a sleepover; you are in a hospital, darling,” he informed his husband, who didn’t look convinced.

“Then why do I have this nightgown?”

“That’s a hospital gown.”

“Truth or dare.” It seemed Remus wasn’t willing to listen to reason and instead just decided this was a sleepover anyway. Not that Janus minded, as long as he stayed in bed. So he put his book away and gave his husband his full attention.

“Dare.” Remus grinned, delighted.

“Let’s see…”

“Before you say much more, a few rules, darling.”

“I hate rules.”

“I know but this is important considering your circumstances. Rule 1: I won’t go anywhere where I can’t see this room in case the doctor comes. 2: You are not allowed to get up. 3: Nothing that will get me banned from the hospital. Okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you party pooper.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Then, as your first dare, you have to try and get the phone number of the next nurse that comes in here.”

“Very well. Until then, truth or dare?”

“Truth!”

“Did you burn a hole into my spare gloves?”

“It was an accident!”

“I figured as much. You owe me a new pair.”

“Sure. Continuing, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Text Roman that I’m in critical condition.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but he already knows you got through your surgery without complication.”

“Damn it… Then text him I’ll need to stay here longer than we thought and don’t clarify if he asks for details.”

“That I can do.” He was about to hit send and show Remus when a nurse entered the room. She was around their age and smiled kindly in a way that reminded them of Patton. Janus glanced at her hand and didn’t see a wedding ring. He could work with that.

“Sorry to disturb you. I’ll just have a quick look at your vitals. The doctor will be here soon, but things are a bit hectic at the moment,” she explained, coming over to the bed and checking the IV drip. Remus and Janus let her work in peace and as she excused herself, Janus hurried after her, winking at his husband as he closed the door behind him.

Around two minutes later he came back, flashing a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

“Damn, Janny. You’re too good at this.”

“Thank you very much. Now let me just send this text to Roman and then it’s your turn again.”

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They continued playing for a while. The doctor came by around thirty minutes after the nurse did and she couldn’t find anything odd, so she assured them that Remus would be able to leave the day after tomorrow at the latest. The game didn’t end there however, and soon visiting hours were almost over.

“One last round, darling. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Text your brother and tell him you made me send that message. He’s blowing up my notifications.”

“Yeah, okay. I tortured him enough.” Remus pulled out his phone and did as he was told. Immediately after he got a reply that was just the middle finger emoji. Then a second one that said that Roman wouldn’t talk to him anymore. Which was an empty threat, Remus knew, but it still hurt a little bit.

It must’ve shown on his face because Janus reached over and grabbed his hand.

“Everything alright?”

“He’s pretty pissed.” He showed Janus the message and his husband hummed.

“That was to be expected. He was pretty worried about you.”

“Yeah…”

“Leave him alone for tonight and apologize tomorrow. He’ll have cooled off by then.” Remus sighed.

“What would I do without you, Janny?”

“Live in a dumpster, I presume.”

“Oh, that sounds rad.”

“I’m sure it does. I do need to go now, darling, before they’ll kick me out.”

“Let me ask one more time?” Janus had already stood up but seeing his pouting husband always made him weak. He sat back down.

“Alright. One last one.” Remus cheered.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Oh wow, that’s a first.”

“It’s quicker,” Janus shrugged. Remus hummed in acknowledgement but remained silent otherwise, thinking of a question.

“What… what did you do to get that nurse’s phone number?”

The message from his brother must’ve hit Remus worse than Janus had thought, considering how small he sounded just then. He had a habit of getting insecure whenever Janus flirted too heavily with others which had let to some strenuous moments during their relationship since it was something Janus did almost unconsciously sometimes. Talking himself out of bad situations had been a stable of his childhood and recognizing just how much it hurt his then boyfriend took some time. But they had worked through it and most of the time Remus could handle it but tonight was different, apparently.

Janus squeezed his husband's hand and gave him a soft smile.

“I simply told her the truth. That you dared me to get her number and that I would appreciate it if she could write one down for me. I don’t think it’s a real one.”

“Oh,” Remus said, also smiling softly now. “Thank you.”

“No problem, dear. Now get some rest. I would love to take you back home with me tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, too.” He yawned. “Night, Janny. I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

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karamfilmare · 10 months

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Hello my darling love! I hope the world is treating you kindly 💛💛

I am very much in a self-ship mood, so if would be so kind as to share a little thought with me! It can be whatever your heart desires to share -like perhaps what do weekends look like for the pair of you? Where would you go on a date? What does a Wednesday night look like? Do you go shopping together? What does a cleaning day consist of?

Anything at all, I just want to see you gush about them and enjoy the love you share with them 💛

My dear Patchy!! My love!! I hope you're doing well!!

I'm putting the selfship stuff below the cut because I accidentally made it long ofsmkvajjg

Hmmm good question! Lately I've been reminiscing on Much Ado About Nothing by Shakespeare, specifically Beatrice and Benedick and their dynamic. And I just have to say that dynamic is probably my fave one? And how much I wish I could be in a relationship with someone like that? It's my dream fisknvoajt.

So, in my college AU with Alhaitham, I can only imagine in the beginning with Alhaitham, we don't exactly vibe. Obviously, I found him attractive -- it's impossible not to, not when he looks like he's sculpted by the divine. But when he opened his mouth and said something, my eye would twitch. I thought I understood what kind of person he was right after our first conversation: he is logical, rational, he does not let his feelings/heart affect his decision making, and he likes being right.

So I hold that impression for a while. And due to the nature of our mutual friends basically being one giant circle in the Venn Diagram, we met each other a lot. Each time we met, we bickered and quipped and the people around us would roll their eyes and just watch the show. Light hearted insults, really, nothing too mean--okay, saying I'd rather watch paint dry on a wall than spend time with him alone is probably a bit mean, but ya know, he dished what he took.

But I think slowly, I started seeing things about him that were ... Not matching with my first impression. Maybe it's the way he sits back and listens to his roommate or how he actually doesn't go 'I told you so' to every person. Maybe it's the way he seems to actually listen to a person speaking. And when he doesn't demean me or belittle me when I speak of my convictions.

I think when we get paired up in a gen ed class we have together, I definitely see more of him... alone. And I actually find him more pleasant to be around than being alone watching paint dry. We meet up at the coffee shop on campus and *yes* he does mock my drinks of choice, but not everyone grew up drinking Arabic coffee at home and I like sweet drinks! Don't worry, I get back at him when I see him dump sugar into his black coffee as well as put cream in. And of course, he pays—despite my protests.

I don't know when it starts–the feelings and all that. I do remember noticing the way his green eyes have a ring of amber, and that his hair looks soft. I do remember observing his face when he's reading versus studying. And perhaps I do realize that whenever we look at each other, the glances are just a tad too long. But I still... can't bring myself to be too vulnerable nor can I give up. If things change between us, then... what else is going to stand.

Our friends though? They definitely try to pull off some shenanigans. They're plotting, trying to find ways to get us together so that they might have some peace. If you know Much Ado About Nothing, then you know how it goes: the groups separate to talk within the vicinity of one of the victims while talking loudly about how the other victim is "pining" and my what a plot that is.

Well...if Alhaitham is pining, I guess I should try to put him out of my misery, I think. Though I don't know how he's pining since he rarely expresses his emotions. Typical Aquarius guy.

I guess I should have realized whenever we met for our project planning during the semester that my heart would skip a beat around him. Or that he would hold onto me a little longer after he'd catch me from falling onto the crosswalk while cars go by. Maybe it's how we start to understand each other a little without talking. Of course, neither of us have thought about kissing the other whatsoever, don't listen to any of what Kaveh or Cyno or Dehya have said.

I guess I finally put him out of his misery when we are at a small holiday party and we find ourselves beneath holly—"mistletoe is white, Kaveh" "too bad, I couldn't find any"— and we look at each other. Okay, so maybe I have considered kissing his lips, sue me. And with the ambience and the chanting of Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! in the background, we finally do. And it really does feel like in the movies. And when I try to defend myself saying "if you want more, we would probably have to date," he pulls me in for another kiss, chuckling against my lips while saying "I thought you'd never ask." I didn't ask, but semantics.

I think Saturday mornings are quiet days, where we lie in bed and maybe read together after we get coffee. His morning voice is to die for, but I don't tell him that. I just rest my head against his shoulder and take in the moment. And I know he is, too.

I'll stop here because fosnkfojat it's gotten so long, but I hope you enjoyed it hehe

#~) m.asks (~#self ship #~) m.selfship (~#~) patchy 🔮(~

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