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justporo · 3 months

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Moonbathing

Even though he's nicely settled down with Staeve now there are these moments... Sitting under the bright moon, bathing in the pale silver light, pondering while the cold sinks in - until Staeve comes a long with a big blanket and an even bigger heart.

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Author's Note: Ehm, surprise!? I wrote this for @velnna as a present. That request today made me think of it again so I figured I'd share it with you. Partially inspired by the epilogue where Astarion tells the player how the last six months made up for so much. Hope you enjoy! @velnna thanks for letting me steal Staeve again! Writing him and Staeve is super fun! <3 Pairing: Astarion/Staeve (You) Warnings: light mention of past trauma Wordcount: 3,5k ~~~

Your night had been spent almost entirely wrapped in each other’s arms. Just like almost every single one of them since most of your messes had been dealt with. No foes were waiting to hold a knife to your throat as soon as the sun climbed up on the horizon anymore (at least for a while you hoped).

The two of you had time now - and your time you would take.

You had enjoyed the moments and times spent with nothing but each other before too, before you’ve had what you considered your happy ending. And there was certainly something to be said about laying down in the arms of your lover when you didn’t know if the next sunrise might bring both of your demise, if not the end of the world altogether. Because - if the world was ending, who wouldn’t want to be held in its final moments?

You could definitely attest that always dancing on the edge of a blade certainly brought its own thrill and held its own intricate beauty.

But the same could be said about this right now: the less loud and less daunting moments. Falling into your soulmate’s embrace freely and of your own volition - nothing pushing you there but the deep desire to be with him and no one else and just revel in each other’s presence.

And the passion and love between Astarion and you was still burning as dangerously hot as it had in the beginning. Apparently, the spark that had been ignited had been incredibly powerful, surprising you both. High flames had sprung from it, all encasing. And you knew that even when the initial flames would settle, the embers would only burn that much hotter.

Never before in your life had you experienced something even remotely close to this. You were certain you would never again. You had found your place, picked the one to gift your heart to. You only had the one anyway.

But there was no need to dwell on such things now.

Blissful exhaustion had softly tugged you towards sleep and you had drifted off to dreamless, restful slumber while the sweat on your skin was still pearling down your neck and your breath and heart were still trying to find a sustainable rhythm again.

When you woke again the first thing you noticed was that the spot next to you was deserted. The second thing you noticed as you looked around while still in sleep drunk stupor was that it was still night. The light sneaking below the thick curtains was still brightly silver - it couldn’t have been that long.

You rolled out of bed lazily, tugged on nothing but pants and made to shuffle out of your joint bedroom in search of your missing vampire.

With your hand on the doorknob you hesitated and threw a look back to the bed. Your eyes wandered over the messed up sheets and bunched up blankets lying there all bunched up. And with a shrug you went back to take one of the blankets to snugly wrap it around your shoulders - the comfort and warmth of a shirt without having to make the effort to put one on. Then you dragged yourself out of the room to go looking for your partner while yawning repeatedly.

It didn’t take you long to find Astarion - you didn’t even have to think about where he might be. He was in the usual spot: the roof that was easily accessible through the attic.

There was a small shuttered window you could easily drag yourself out of and climb onto the shingles before you could enjoy an exquisite view of the city below. It had become a favoured spot for the two of you. Many a bottle of wine had been shared on the edge of this rooftop already.

You needed to be careful to step lightly and distribute your weight evenly to not slip but it was an easy feat for you or Astarion - you both were skilled and practised rogues after all. Effortlessly, you also made it this time even though you had to hold onto the blanket wrapped around you so it wouldn’t slip off your shoulders.

Once outside you were bathed in glistening silver light. The cold, pale hues illuminated everything relentlessly and allowed nearly no darkness during this full moon despite it being in the deep middle of the night.

You immediately spotted the vampire sitting there near the edge of the roof. Not having to worry about the cold at least from a survival standpoint, Astarion had also only put on pants to go and sit on the roof. His legs were dangling off the edge of it while he was leaning back on his arms, staring up at the big full moon in the night sky.

The scene almost reminded you of the times he’d been basking in the sunlight during your adventures. Every possible moment used to soak up the sun - strikingly similar to a cat.

The comparison also sprung to mind now: a lone hunter of the night enjoying a moment of calm at his favourite vantage point in solitude.

But these times were over now, at least as long as you had a say in it. At least for now, Astarion was very much just supposed to be a spoiled house cat, allowed to indulge in all the pleasures that presented themselves.

A smile crept onto your lips as the image crossed your mind. Especially since you knew that the vampire could also be as feisty and irrational as a feline.

Observing the form of your partner outlining against the bright moonlight, you slowly moved over to where he had settled down. You could make out the scars on his back although with no direct light source they almost seemed to blend in with the rest of Astarion’s smooth skin. But you had seen them, observed them so often that the image of the cruel lines on your lover’s back had been permanently burned into your head.

At first they had always startled you badly whenever you saw them despite your efforts to brush over them and not show that you had noticed. If not for your own sake then for Astarion’s. But you had seen them - felt them - frequently now and even though what they meant would always hurt, they were a part like any other of Astarion.

With a few more smooth steps you made your way over and stood next to your partner. You knew he heard you coming despite your roguish stealthiness by the way his head perked up even more. He didn’t even open his eyes though as you stepped up to him. The vampire knew it could only be you - and he trusted you fully. His reaction a testament of how far he’d come since you’d first met.

“Out here catching a cold all by yourself, handsome?”, you asked smugly.

Astarion snorted but you could see a smirk steal onto his face.

“Neither nor apparently, Staeve, my love”, he answered with an amused chuckle and opened his eyes to slowly look at you.

You remained silent, just cocked your head askingly with a raised eyebrow.

“Just - moonbathing”, Astarion continued with a little pause and let his gaze wander from you to the shining full moon again. The cold light was making even the vampire look more pale than usual. His skin and luscious curls almost seemed like they were made out of alabaster like this - a statue crafted out of smooth stone to forever showcase a perfect body and face.

Only his glinting crimson eyes were proof that he was in fact very much a living being - bringing all comparisons to lifeless and soulless figurines to shame. No stonemason could have ever captured his beauty fully anyways.

Astarion's tone had been playful but you knew him so well by now. You realised immediately something was weighing on the mind of your silly little vampire.

But you also knew that trying to coax it out of him would do you no good: he'd only hiss at you in his sassy manner and snap shut like a clam. You had to tread carefully - even more so than on the shingles of this old roof.

“So - maintaining the tan I see”, you took up his banter with a shit-eating grin and carefully sat down beside him now.

The vampire looked at you again and just rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in disapproval: “You're such an idiot, Staeve.”

You chuckled while you tried to find a comfortable position on the edge of the roof while in the meantime fumbling with your blanket to also throw it around your partner's shoulders so you could comfortably snuggle up together.

“Well, I'd say it's clear you have a thing for idiots, Astarion babe. And now come here.”

That earned you another offended snort as Astarion crossed his arms over his naked chest - almost looking like a child throwing a temper tantrum. But he still willingly let himself be wrapped in one end of the blanket.

Softly you put your arm around him, dragged the pale elf closer until he was able to lean his head on your shoulder. Again he let it happen, this time with a silent sigh.

You could physically feel how the vampire relaxed into your touch and your warmth and how he even snuggled a bit deeper into your joint blanket once you were done fumbling around with it.

His smooth skin felt terribly cold from the frosty winter night. And even though you knew the cold couldn't hurt him you immediately asked yourself why he'd subject himself to this. Freezing temperatures were still very much unpleasant to the vampire as he'd once admitted himself.

Your brows furrowed thinking about why he kept insisting on making it hard on himself. Meanwhile silence stretched out between you as you leaned onto each other, each of you lost deep in thought.

A kind of sadness welled up inside of you while you looked down at Astarion’s head on your shoulder. His eyes were closed once more as he enjoyed the steadiness and peace of your body holding him up and warmth seeping into him.

It was that kind of sadness that was tenacious, that stuck to you, the one you could never fully shake.

You’d fought the necessary battles to both break free. But just as you had your own battles to fight still, so did Astarion. And moments like this one were when you realised it would be a long way still.

Ridding oneself of two centuries of torture and enslavement and all that had come with it was certainly no easy feat. Maybe some shreds would remain forever, stuck to him - just like the scars on his back always would.

Providing comfort, support and love while giving your soulmate all the time and space he needed to shake off the shackles still remaining from the chains that had bound him for so long, was the purpose you wanted to fulfil. As long as you were able to, you would do everything to overcome these other demons that still stayed behind - even if they might prove much more difficult to take down than the literal ones.

The two of you just sat there in silence while you felt how Astarion became warmer under your touch, the blanket providing a comfortable cocoon for the both of you.

You didn’t speak, just enjoyed the cosiness and let your partner dwell in the warmth until he was ready to speak his mind.

Leaning your head on Astarion’s, you enjoyed how his soft white curls tickled your face and neck. Then you closed your eyes as well and simply basked under the giant, radiant moon, the light easily shining even through your lids.

The silver moon beams were beautiful if not even magical. And sitting there, it was almost possible to mistake them for daylight.

But they would never be able to substitute for the golden warmth of sun rays because there was one determining thing missing: warmth.

Giving yourself to the illusion was nice though - even if it lasted only for a few moments.

And as you sat there, an arm around Astarion who was still relaxing more into your touch, you wanted nothing more but to be this source of comfort - to possibly provide but a fraction of what he’d been forced to give up.

The sadness from before was right there again - slowly closing up your throat as you silently opened your eyes and let them linger on the pale elf once more. The moon was still casting him in his unforgiving light, making him look almost translucent - something that might crack and break if you weren’t careful enough with it.

“You miss the sun”, you said. Not even a question. And what a stupid thing to even say you immediately realised after the words had left your lips.

You expected a snarky joke, a click of the tongue, maybe even a hurtful comment. But it didn’t come.

Instead, Astarion next to you straightened his back and took a deep breath in. His eyes were open now and a million miles away as he gazed off into the distance towards the city and somewhere far down the Chionthar glinting under the night sky.

“I do miss the sun”, he replied to what hadn’t been a question in the first place. His voice was surprisingly firm and somehow you felt slightly unsettled by that.

“But I lost that once before - how hard can the second time around be?”, Astarion continued and his red eyes snapped to yours.

You didn’t know what to answer so you just lightly squeezed his shoulder. The vampire’s eyes didn’t leave yours. His gaze was firm, maybe even proud. Your brows furrowed lightly - you had absolutely no idea where all this was going.

“Staeve”, Astarion began while looking you firmly in the eyes “the last six months with you have been the happiest of my life.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things that you could have expected you surely hadn’t expected something like this. The negative feelings that had been squeezing your heart in your ribcage immediately subsided and gave way to waves of gentle happiness flooding through you. And you couldn’t stop the small but growing smile that was spreading from left to right over your face.

But the vampire wasn’t even done.

“What was before - it’s already beginning to fade. It already feels like aeons ago - and that’s because of you”, Astarion continued and the way he looked at you with eyes so open and wide, genuine smile on his lips - it made your chest clench in a completely different way. Your eyes started burning dangerously at the edges and you had to press your lips into a line to keep them from quivering. But you forced yourself to keep gazing at your soulmate’s face.

But it was he who turned away after a few long moments. A sudden rush of guilt and sorrow glazing over the open admiration and vulnerability from before. His crimson eyes sought out the moon again.

“But I fear-”, Astarion’s voice almost broke as he spoke again. He lowered his gaze. Your heart took a leap - not eager on wanting to hear what he might have to add but also not wanting to stay unknowing.

The vampire sighed, then he cleared his throat, still not looking at you: “I’m not used to caring for the wellbeing of others. I mean, for centuries I didn’t even have my own.”

He stopped again, took in another breath - sharp this time. Then faced you again.

“I fear my own selfish happiness has taken away from yours”, Astarion spoke firmly again now. But you noticed the way he was straining his chin to hold it proudly. This was taking more out of him than he wanted you to notice.

You opened your mouth to protest but the pale elf shushed you with a sharp motion of his hand. He had to get it all out now or it might never be said.

“And I feel like - one of us having to give up the sun is more than enough. I don’t” - the words were hurting to get out, you realised, but they were also hurting while being uttered - “I don’t want to put another through that. Or - no! I don’t want to put you through it, Staeve.”

And with that Astarion’s hand sunk back down again and he looked up at the night sky again, closing his eyes once more with a small strained yelp. You could see his Adam's apple work hard in his throat as you took in his side profile while the words needed to register with you.

You paid close attention to his exquisite features while your brain tried desperately to make sense of what you had just heard: his straight, aristocratic nose, sharp cheekbones highlighted even more by sharp light, full, soft lips over which a tongue nervously flitted. You knew this face so well by now, probably better than your own. When you closed your eyes you could easily conjure up his image, down to the last little detail.

And while you let your gaze wander over his lashes and the vampire’s face was still lifted to the heavens with furrowed brows, his meaning clicked into place for you. And with horrifying clarity you realised what had been said: the bastard was trying to give you an out.

The mere idea was wild to you. No wonder it had taken you several heartbeats to even catch on. This hadn’t even been in your realm of possibilities. And you were sad that obviously it was for him.

There was pressure in your chest again - this night really took a toll on your emotions. But you wouldn’t let it end on a note like this.

“Astarion”, you said quickly after. The vampire didn’t move, his brows only furrowed deeper.

“Astarion, love, look at me”, you begged and stretched out your hand to hook your thumb on his chin and turn his head to you.

He only let it happen reluctantly but he looked at you, pain filling his eyes - and fear.

But there was absolutely no reason for that. You’d prove it to him. There wasn’t even a slither of doubt in your heart.

“I am here, Astarion, because I chose so. I am here, because I love you. Giving up the sun is nothing compared to what it would be like to give up you”, you said eagerly, your tongue almost stumbling over itself while trying to get this out as fast as possible, to bridge this gap and never look back on it again.

You tugged on the vampire’s face to press your forehead to his as you said the following words: “I love you, Astarion. Don’t ever dare to think you can get rid of me. You’re stuck with me now, idiot!”

And then you kissed him, forcefully, and hopefully drowning out all forms of question or protest. Positively smothering him with your love until there was no more doubt - at least for this night.

Only after what felt like forever did Astarion withdraw from your kiss. There was no more pain in his eyes although you still saw slithers of insecurity remain. You swore to yourself you’d get them another time. But at least you felt that things were firmly settled for the night.

A small sniffle from you broke the tender silence between you as you kept gazing at each other. It seemed like the burning in your eyes from before had been a little much to contain. Your nose felt overly stuffy all of a sudden.

But at least the delicate mood had turned again to something that felt more mundane - and less heartbreaking.

“Gods, you’re not crying are you?” Astarion commented teasingly, nose slightly scrunched up. But the smile that curled one side of his mouth quickly afterwards was still rather gentle.

You snorted while you quickly and grossly wiped at your eyes and your nose with a corner of the blanket. “No, the moon is just very bright”, you muttered with another sniffle then shook yourself - almost like an animal trying to get something off itself. Then you felt more like yourself again.

“Well, you better get used to it then, darling, if you’re so keen to be stuck with me”, was the last thing the vampire said before he snuggled himself up against you again, leaning his head onto your shoulder once more.

You had nothing to add. You were just happy that two of you were here in this moment. So you just tightened your hold on Astarion.

And together you watched the night sky, cuddled up in the blanket, until the edges of darkness started blushing in the lightest shades of pink and it was time for you to crawl into bed together again.

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sthavoc · 26 days

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watched ariana's new mv and was thinking maybe enzo angst where his ex writes the song + mv and he's trying to get into contact with her because he still loves her

࿔* 📞 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: desperate!enzo x singer!fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: after listening to your new song and watching the music video, Enzo attempts his best to reach out to you, but there’s no answer from you.

·˚ ༘ warnings: angst, man crying, desperation, heartbreak, feeling of anxiety.

·˚ ༘ note: I was watching the mv for the first time to get a vision and it touched my heart. imagine just being able to easily erase the memories of a person that you don’t want anymore with just a test? this one is sad for me… idk how I wrote this for enzo.. lloro

It was very clear to Enzo from the moment the relationship ended, that he would give you your space, but there would be a moment where he would try and fight for you. Didn’t matter if it took days, weeks, months, or years. The man would fight.

But his world crumbled after he listened to your new song, and watched the music video.

We can’t be friends.

The term the both of you had agreed to stay at least for the moment. Why did you change your mind? What made it different? And did you really feel like you couldn’t be your complete self around him?

Just thinking about all these questions had Enzo’s head spinning around, with nothing else in his apartment but the laptop in front of him, and your voice coming out of the small speakers. He felt the lump in his throat building with the tears up in his eyes.

He had at least replayed the video three times, going on the fourth. The last scene would hit him like a stone wall that would increase its strength after counting how many times he would come back to it. If it was possible and the naked eye could see, or even the ear could hear so very clearly the sound of his heart breaking, it would sound like a million mirrors smashing all at once. Nothing would be able to stop them apart from you.

The tear ran down his cheek, almost coming close to his lip. He was able to taste the saltiness. His knee trembled nonstop, up and down, with hands clasped in front and resting them on his knee. Debates after debates about whether he should call you or not. His phone was only next to his computer.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn't push your boundaries, but he just wanted to hear your voice and talk about the situation. So he picked up the phone and dialed your number. He let it ring. With his heart hanging on his hand and the feeling of the anxiety of not knowing if you would pick up or not.

And yeah, no answer.

“Please leave your voice message—” voicemail.

Should he leave a voicemail? Or call again? He would call again. If you don’t pick up he’ll leave a voicemail. And so he did, but no answer. Only this time it didn’t even ring. His call was sent straight to voicemail.

“Ehm, hola bonita. Escuché tu nueva canción y quería decir que está muy buena, y el— el vídeo también.” He could feel the swelling growing again, making it hard for him to speak, and swallow. “Solo quería saber si podías hablar por unos minutos pero me imagino que estás ocupada.” He bit his upper lip in an attempt to not let the tears fall, but even as soon as his eyes closed, his lashes let go of the tears. “Regrésame la llamada cuando puedas. ¿Sí?— te quiero… chau.” He pressed the red button.

Sobs were being mixed with your voice singing in the background, and Enzo sitting back down on his couch. The palms of his hands were placed on his eyes as he forced them back trying to stop the tears. That even when he opened his eyes he was seeing stars from the pressure he had added. But there was nothing, nothing could stop them.

He let the minutes pass, and the sniffles continued, with a constant check-up on his phone and still no answer from you. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table again, going into your contact. The photo he had taken of you lying down in bed with his shirt on had remained his contact photo. He didn’t have the guts to change it or even the contact name he had you under. He still had you as ‘mi chiquita’.

He dialed your number for the third time after what had been almost an hour now. He hoped this time you would pick up. But to his luck, it sent him to voicemail, again. This made it no different.

“Nena, por favor… devolmeme la llamada. Se que no queres hablar conmigo pero solo quiero que me expliques si todo lo que decís en esa canción es verdad.” He didn’t even take a moment to breathe as he spoke into the line. “Me estoy volviendo loco. Dejame arreglarlo, sea lo que sea, dame una oportunidad para cambiar las cosas. Te lo ruego.” His fingers gripped the strands of his dark hair. Knuckles were turning white from the lack of blood that dispersed around it.

He stared at his laptop that had other videos of you plastered on the screen and your icon photo on the corner. “Quisiera poder haberme dado cuenta de todo esto cuando estábamos juntos. Tal ves, hubiera sido diferente— las cosas hubieran sido diferentes.” There was a pause in his sentence, but when he was about to start talking again his voicemail cut off. Saying the limit had been reached.

Great.

Enzo felt as if he had let you down. Even now, through the whole relationship. He wanted to fight for your love, but it wasn’t up to him anymore. It was you. You had the final word.

But if your answer was to ever be the opposite of yes, Enzo wouldn't know what he would do with himself.

Either way, something inside him told him he had lost you, that he had to give it up because there was nothing he could do that would get you back.

“El día de nuestra luna de miel, te voy a llevar al mar, y te mostraré, que la forma en la que las olas chocan contra la orilla, es la forma en cómo el amor que siento por vos choca contra todo dentro mí, derrumbándome ante tu disposición.”

Guess that day will never come.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you

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hellishboots · 1 year

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top ten reasons why you should vote for the ramshackle trio in the @obscure-skirmish showdown

sponsored by my huuge special interest and infodumping tendencies

pls read it i put a lotta effort and time into it 👉👈 (but ig the tl;dr is im incredibly autistic abt zeddy and her work and i really want them to win)

first off, who are these guys? skipp (the blonde-ish happy one), stone (the skrunkly emo boi), and vinnie (the pirate gremlin) are three hobos who do whatever they can to survive on the streets. pickpocketing, other kinds of theivery, murder, and general mischief. anything goes! the world theyre in is old-timey (@zeddyzi, the creator, has described it as walking into an antique shop). it was originally a comic on webtoon/tumblr, and now its getting an animated pilot sometimes! isnt that cool!?

so, do you like hobo children? the found family trope? little guys? amazing, unique art? funny characters? ramshackle has all of that and more!! so much more!

onto the actual list :3

reason #1: the comedy. ive already said this but lemme elaborate on it a bit more here. if you like comedy w heart, ramshackle might be the thing for you. the trio is just some dummies (endearing) doing dumb things together and they love each other and just waahhhh look at themm

reason #2: the art. just,

look

at it. zeddy mostly uses what i like to call a dirt color pallete. im just using more colorful examples bc i can. fun fact, my art style is heavily influenced by hers, and she also inspired me to draw a lot more. you should vote for that right?

reason #3: im really autistic abt ramshackle 🥺 and, and if you dont vote for it 🥺🥺youre being ableist🥺🥺🥺 /j (obviously vote for who you want to lmoo)

reason #4: uhh, i think im talking abt zeddy more than the actual ramshackle trio, so ehm, skipp! a happy-go-lucky air mandolin-playing apple enjoyer

he eats apples whole, core and all :0 also since he has no money he plays the air mandolin (and keep in mind this isnt rlly recent info so maybe its not canon anymore hehe, i dont rly see timestamps on posts). hes so dumb and sweet, youd vote for him right?

reason #5: stone. where do i start? hes a sopping wet pathetic emo whos addicted to monster energy, ciggies, and the weird goo leaking outta the old shack downtown (ok that one may not be... confirmed. yet). he also somehow has most of the fandom simping for him

reason #6: vinnie! the money gremlin! whos also vaguely pirate themed! and may or may not have stabbed someone in the dick (theres a post abt this but i cannot find it 😭)

if you dont vote for her, she might stab *you* in the dick. just sayin.

fuck. reason #7: i put a lot of effort into this propaganda post

🥺👉👈

reason #8: do you honestly need any more reasons for that? i just feel like if this much propaganda wont sway you, nothing will

reason #9: are any of these technically reasons? or just me seeing an opportunity to infodump abt my favorite thing and swooping in?

reason #10:

please.

#monke.maks #i am zeddys biggest fan <-(has a huge special interest on her and her work)#ramshackle #propaganda #ramshackle sweep!!!#long post #polls #tumblr polls #2023

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 1 year

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(No original idea, (like the idea of the characters having control over your phone)

What if the people (playable characters) had acces to our phone?

U got games on ya phone? Those are not yours anymore the kids and itto have claimed them as theirs

-klee is probably playing angry birds or sum-

Oh wait HOLD TF UP YOU DONT WANNA GET OUT OF BED?? ye paimon is turning on the alarm sound (wich not suprisingly is her voice. But you had different lines no? Did someone change it?)

"GET UP YOU...

Ehm traveler do you think i can call them a nickname?

-aether shakes his head-

"JUST GET UP ALREADYYYYY"

A presentation is suddenly done without you doing it? How strange. Must be ganyu? Ye

"oh their grace has an economy presentation? Well maybe it would take some stress off their back, im sure they still have plenty of other work to do"

Most of the smart people (albedo tighnari etc) use it for their research. I mean they can learn so many things (if you spoke another language i think a lot of them would try to learn it)

"oh so these are flowers from their world? Hm interesting i wonder what these plants can do, maybe when their grace is here i could ask them"

Suddenly new playlists have been popping up. Wondering who did it? Well the culprits are probably venti and xinyan taking the oppertunity to listen to your worlds music.

Suddenly venti is playing soldier poet king on his lyre

Also random pictures? Of the MOST random things in tevyat.

"Oh wait why tf do i have a picture of an anemo slime? Wait i did not take this? Eh whatever i probably just forgot"

Ah what is this, the things you liked on Tumblr? Yae Miko now is in charge of that (Poor you) +bonus if you write yourself)

Oh? So this is what their grace likes to read huh?

Would probably also make light novels inspired by the things you read

Would keep the things you read a secret tho for teasing inspiration ofcourse

When you finaly fall asleep (lets say the phone lays next to you) some will just go up to the screen and say goodnight (like their in the screen)

(favorite character) goodnight your grace..

Or when someone in your class is making fun of you and you speak up THEY WILL FCKING CHEER FOR YOU (ofcourse you dont hear this bc of the class being loud asf (i have childe in mind haha)

-all the yelling between you and this person-

YESSSS GET THEM YOUR GRACE

Oh you should see the pride on his face

On the other hand when they hear you cry they will fcking panic. I mean they really wanna help you but they cant because of the barrier in between

"WHY CANT WE CHEER UP THEIR GRACE?! THEY SHOULDNT WASTE THEIR TEARS"

"as far as we understand your concerns but we will have to wait until the time is right"

Ye there is utter chaos between the people

When you have to make school work online its randomly made for you? Huh i guess dottore wanted to see what you always have to do

"oh wait i think i still had some chemistry homework"

-sees the work all done-

"Wtf, i didn't make it before? Eh maybe someone else made mine on accident. Well too bad for them"

Also lets not talk about the random number that randomly texts you haha (PLEASE YOU DONT GET IT WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING "your grace")

They have all sort of agreed to not tell you that they have access to this... Weird Artifact, until your finaly in tevyat.

Please dont be mad at them once they do, they put in so much effort.

I dont understand yall anymore so here, have this. The things i expect to do wel do absolutely not and just random drabbles get so much likes, like what?

Anyways have a nice day/night :D

#sagau headcanons #genshin sagau #sagau cult au #genshin impact

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haniegame · 4 months

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Main role 🌸

Lee Chan (Dino) x reader

Genre 🌸

bartender!dino, fluff, strangers to?

Warnings 🌸

alcohol (but it's only three drinks)

• If I miss something, let me know ♡ (p.s. English is NOT my first language, thank you)

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ -> masterlist

"The usual?" asked the young bartender who has been serving you drinks every Saturday after your failed date.

It has been just the fifth time but it was enough for him to remember your order and enough for you to actually, and for good, stop using the dating app which promised to find your perfect match; just not for you...

"Yeah..." you exhaled somehow exhausted by everything and everyone. "Thanks." you gave him a very small smile when he placed your drink before you.

"No problem." he returned your smile in a much bigger size and continued to serve other customers that were sitting at the bar, which wasn't that many.

You were then just sitting on a stool and sipping on your cocktail while staring at the wall full of different types of alcohol right in front of you. It seemed like you had a lot on your mind but you actually weren't thinking about anything; just staring and silently hoping for some kind of miracle.

Sadly, no miracle came.

Not even after your third drink that you took your time with. You were playing more with the straw rather than drinking the alcoholic drink you liked (but it now looks like you don’t really like it). You took a deep breath and fish out your wallet from your small handbag, so you could pay for your drinks. You left the money on the bar counter and were on your way out.

"Wait!" you heard behind you. You weren't so sure it was meant for you but you still turned around and to your surprise, you saw the bartender. "I believe this is yours?" he put his hand with your handbag up for you to see.

You look at your hands and you only hold your wallet but not your handbag. "Oh, yeah, it is." you nodded and took it from him. "Thank you so much, I... I can't believe I left it there." you sighed and gave him a small smile.

"Hey, that's okay." he once again gave you a much bigger smile which had its charm, you had to admit. "See you next Saturday?" for some reason, he asked with hope in his voice.

You shook your head. "No, not anymore. I gave up on failed dates," you told him, and could see that his eyes became a little sad.

"That is... That's a shame," he told you and was ready to go back to his place to continue with his work. "But what if I promised you a not-failed date?"

"Huh?"

"I-I... Ehm... How should I?" he suddenly became so nervous that you had to bite your lip to not start laughing at how adorable he was. "Can I take you on a date?" he said so fast you almost did not understand what he was saying.

"I would love to," you answered with an honest smile that must have surprised him 'cause he was only staring at you now.

Before you could say anything, there was heard a loud 'Chan' and the boy suddenly had a panicked expression on his face. He really should get going back to work; you don’t want to be the reason he gets fired.

"I put my number in your handbag. Hope to hear from you soon," he said quickly and disappeared behind the bar.

Who knows? Maybe the sixth time won't be that bad and maybe, just maybe, it will bloom into something beautiful.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #lee chan #seventeen dino #kpop imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #lee chan x you #lee chan x reader #dino x y/n #dino x you #dino imagines #dino seventeen #seventeen drabbles #kpop drabbles #drabbles

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hallucinateonpaperspines · 2 months

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I'm kinda debating putting a RDR2 crossover out there, but I don't know if this is something that only works in the recesses of my brain or actually workable... it would defiantly be crack like no tomorrow and would not include the bots. Maybe? still figuring out details.

ehm, an actual fic would be a long ways off and I've been working on this sparingly on the side (OUAT and the next OT&T is actively being worked on, exam madness is over so I want to release one of them before Monday!) but I'm just kinda interested so see if there would be any interest in some gunslinger hijinks.

Soooooo

Ashlyn, Jack, Miko, and Raf are all transported to RDR2 via mission gone wrong/weird cave drawings/MC luck

Ashlyn figures out what happened pretty quickly (she should be getting a universe hoping punch card at this rate)

She does not realize that she isn't alone.

Cue one Ms Moore galavanting around the RDR map while the Kids stick around the Vander Linde gang and are Very Confused.

The Kids experience includes;

Jack being renamed "Big Jack" since Jack Marston complains that it's HIS name. Jack is just having a moment. He's pretty sure he was found and rescued by a cult.

Jack joins Charles on a hunting mission, only to find the previously missing Miko impersonating a bush and doing a surprisingly decent job seeking up on the deer. Miko goes on to join the gang with Jack. She keeps trying to sneak into robberies. Hosea always catches her, and she emerges from very comical locations.

Raf initially panics. Then finds himself at a poker table at a train station. Luck is is only a game of statistics and Raf knows numbers. Becomes the Poker King, the nervous face IS his poker face. Overtime he learns everbodies business. Nice side effect of being the only sober gambler in the state. And the youngest. Via this, he turns up at the camp one day. Swanson's like *surprised pikachu face* He hears rumors about a strange cryptid running around and is like "Yeah that checks out. It's Ashlyn."

Meanwhile Ashlyn Moore is;

Roaming the wilderness treasure hunting and gives Downes's house a gold bar. Just pops up in every other town doing side quests. Stories start spreading about the wild thing looking for the Hooch man.

Eventially captured by O'Driscolls. Probably for insulting their vests, refusing to pay a bridge toll, or making some very interesting insults about not being able to rob a potato. That camp doesn’t exist anymore.

At some point, Micah and Ashlyn meet- or fight as a first meeting. She bites. He was not expecting this. Says she must have rabies, this incurred further wrath. Ashlyn is brought to the camp by Micah, saying she’s an O'Driscoll (kids are absent for the time). The girl proceeds to call out every manipulative sentence and asks for a step-by-step torture breakdown. Poor Kieran is getting flashbacks whenever she brings up gelding. Begins to creep everyone out when she keeps moving in the night. Still tied to a tree, but it’s a different tree. Mentions scary camping statistics (how many bugs crawl into the ear). The hotel gains a lot of business suddenly.

Ashlyn finally meets Dutch and the look in her eyes makes the kids panic. Spiderman meme is done when Ashlyn realizes others also came with her.

Ashlyn plays poker. She does not know how to play poker, but she keeps winning. Everyone is convinced she’s either cheating or a poker master while Raf is calculating how some of these moves are possible. Arthur finds this hilarious when she asks what the discs mean. Micah’s brain stops working.

Pulls The Batman references via el rata, Javier loses his mind about the incorrect Spanish. So does Raf. Bonding ensures via trying to keep Ashlyn’s mouth shut.

At a certain point, Ashlyn would make eye contact with Dutch while dropping a gold bar in the donation box. Bonus points if he's in the middle of a moneh rant.

"Who'd ya rob for that, missy?"

"A police station."

She's not telling him its the burned out one down the road.

#ao3 author #ao3 #tfp #rdr2 #fic ideas #go out into the void #maybe a fic will come back to me.

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simpforfandom231 · 3 months

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My assasin PT1

Pairing: Rachel Zegler x Fem!reader warning: be aware that i will talk about SA. just detailed ehm torture methods. Just this one is fucked up but thrilling A/N: soo yes this happened.... i kinda think it's cool but I'm aware it's heavy... also I translated each sentence that is not in English but Rachel call Y/n mi reina, wich means my queen. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rachel Zegler stormed out of the gym, her muscles aching from the intense workout. She had spent the entire day punching the heavy bag, releasing her pent-up frustration and anger. The source of her turmoil was a heated argument with her girlfriend, Y/N, the night before. As she approached her apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling of resentment that lingered in the air.

Entering the apartment, Rachel found Y/N sitting on the couch, engrossed in her phone. The room was tense, and the silence spoke volumes. Rachel's jaw clenched as she tried to find the right words to express her frustration.

"Hey," Rachel muttered, her voice cold and distant.

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Rachel's, but the atmosphere remained thick with tension. "Hey," she replied cautiously.

Rachel took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm within her. "We need to talk," she said, her tone still sharp.

Y/N sighed, putting her phone down. "I know. Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, but you didn't have to yell at me like that."

Rachel crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Sorry? You think a simple apology is enough? Y/N, I've been working my ass off, and yesterday was supposed to be our day together."

Y/N stood up, frustration evident in her expression. "I get it, Rachel, but I have a life too. I can't just revolve everything around your schedule."

The tension escalated as both women struggled to find common ground. Rachel's anger flared up again. "You knew how important yesterday was to me. I've been looking forward to it for weeks, and you just went out with your friends like it was no big deal."

Y/N's eyes flashed with defiance. "I'm allowed to have a life outside of your schedule, Rachel. I can't always put everything on hold just because you have a free day."

As the heated exchange continued, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of frustration and exhaustion that had been building up for weeks. She had known Rachel had a free day yesterday, but the prospect of spending time together had lost its appeal in the face of their constant arguments. The tension in the room was palpable, and Y/N's resentment spilled over.

"Yeah, your precious free day," Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. "What's the point when all we do is fight? I needed a break from all the drama, Rachel."

Rachel's anger flared up again at the sarcastic tone. "You think I don't need a break from working my ass off? But no, you just decided to go out with your friends, making it all about you."

Y/N spat back, hurtful comments laced with bitterness. "Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your career, we wouldn't be in this mess. But no, it's always 'Rachel's movie this' and 'Rachel's schedule that.'"

Rachel felt herself fuming, her frustration turning into a boiling rage. "Oh, so now it's my fault for working hard and pursuing my dreams? Maybe if you had some dreams of your own, you'd understand!"

The words exchanged became sharper, each comment digging deeper into their insecurities. Y/N, unable to contain her frustration, got in Rachel's face, their noses almost touching. "You never have time for anything other than your damn movie. It's like I don't even exist in your world anymore!"

Rachel, refusing to back down, matched Y/N's intensity. "Maybe if you actually supported me instead of constantly belittling my work, things would be different! I'm tired of walking on eggshells around you."

Y/N let out a frustrated yell, her voice piercing the air. "You don't get it, Rachel! I'm tired of feeling like I'm not a priority in your life!"

Rachel's eyes flashed with defiance. "Well, maybe if you acted like someone who cared about my dreams, we wouldn't be in this mess."

The yelling continued, a tumultuous symphony of hurtful words and frustration. Despite the intensity of the argument, neither of them wanted to give up on the relationship. It was a storm they needed to weather together.

Isabella Gomez quietly entered the apartment, her eyes widening as she witnessed the intense confrontation between Y/N and Rachel. She had seen the ups and downs of their relationship, but this seemed to be on a different level. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and it was clear that the couple was in the midst of a heated argument.

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on here?" Isabella exclaimed, interrupting the verbal battle.

Both Rachel and Y/N turned to look at Isabella, momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance. The pause allowed a brief moment of respite from their argument.

"Isabella, hey," Y/N greeted, attempting to compose herself. Rachel also shot a glance at Isabella, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

Isabella crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Care to explain why you two look like you're in the middle of a boxing match without gloves?"

Rachel sighed, her shoulders slumping. "We're just having a disagreement, that's all."

Y/N shot a quick glance at Rachel before turning back to Isabella. "Yeah, just a little argument. We'll sort it out."

Isabella's eyes flickered between them, her intuition telling her there was more to the story. "A 'little' argument, huh? Sounds like World War III in here. What's going on?"

Isabella's eyes lingered on Rachel and Y/N, her intuition sensing the unspoken depth of their struggle. She knew that the argument was just the surface of a more significant issue. Isabella had been Y/N's best friend for most of their lives, and getting to know Rachel over time had forged a connection between them, particularly through their shared Colombian heritage and experiences as actresses.

"A 'little' argument, huh? Sounds like World War III in here. What's going on?" Isabella repeated, her concern evident in her voice.

Rachel and Y/N exchanged glances but remained silent. Isabella understood that this was a sensitive situation, and she was determined to help her friends navigate through it. With a thoughtful expression, she suggested, "Maybe it's a good idea to talk. Both of you. Apart."

Y/N nodded, silently acknowledging the suggestion. She picked up Lenny, the couple's loyal dog, and gestured towards the door. "I'm going for a walk. We'll talk later."

Isabella gave her a reassuring nod as Y/N left, the apartment door closing behind her. Isabella turned her attention back to Rachel, sensing that a heart-to-heart conversation was in order. They both sat down, and Isabella instinctively switched to Spanish, a language that offered comfort and familiarity.

"Rachel, ¿qué pasa realmente?" Isabella asked, her voice warm and supportive. (Rachel, what's really going on?)

Rachel sighed, appreciating the switch to their native language. "Es solo que... siento que no puedo encontrar un equilibrio entre mi carrera y mi relación con Y/N. Estamos peleando constantemente, y no sé qué hacer." (It's just that... I feel like I can't find a balance between my career and my relationship with Y/N. We're constantly fighting, and I don't know what to do.)

Isabella nodded, offering a sympathetic smile. "Entiendo, Rachel. A veces, la vida de actor puede ser abrumadora. Pero también es importante cuidar de las relaciones que valoramos." (I understand, Rachel. Sometimes, the actor's life can be overwhelming. But it's also essential to take care of the relationships we value.)

As they continued their conversation in Spanish, Rachel found solace in being able to express herself more openly. Isabella shared her own experiences and the challenges she faced in maintaining a balance between her career and personal life. It became a heartfelt exchange, bridging the cultural and emotional gaps that often existed in their English conversations.

As Y/N took Lenny for a walk, Isabella and Rachel delved deeper into the intricacies of their relationship. Isabella, acting as a confidante and a friend, provided valuable insights and encouragement.

As Rachel and Isabella continued their conversation, the atmosphere shifted into a more intimate and vulnerable space. Rachel hesitated for a moment before opening up about the struggles she had faced on set the previous week.

"Isabella, tengo que decirte algo," Rachel began, her voice carrying a weight of concern. (Isabella, I have to tell you something.)

Isabella leaned in, her eyes reflecting genuine care. "Claro, Rachel. ¿Qué pasa?" (Of course, Rachel. What's going on?)

"La semana pasada, tuve algunos encuentros difíciles en el set con un compañero de reparto," Rachel confessed, choosing her words carefully. (Last week, I had some difficult encounters on set with a co-star.)

Isabella's expression shifted to one of concern. "¿Encuentros difíciles? ¿Qué pasó exactamente?" (Difficult encounters? What exactly happened?)

Rachel sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Fue... complicado. No quiero poner más presión sobre Y/N, ella está muy ocupada con sus estudios, y no quería preocuparla." (It was... complicated. I didn't want to add more pressure on Y/N; she's very busy with her studies, and I didn't want to worry her.)

Isabella's brows furrowed. "Rachel, tu bienestar es importante. ¿Por qué no me dijiste antes?" (Rachel, your well-being is important. Why didn't you tell me earlier?)

Rachel looked down, a mix of emotions on her face. "No quería ser una carga. Pero necesitaba hablar de ello, y ahora me siento atrapada entre el trabajo y los problemas en nuestra relación." (I didn't want to be a burden. But I needed to talk about it, and now I feel caught between work and issues in our relationship.)

Isabella reached out, placing a comforting hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Primero, lo más importante es que estés bien. Y segundo, las relaciones requieren comunicación. Y/N es fuerte, puede manejar esto si le cuentas. Además, ella siempre quiere estar allí para ti."

(First, the most important thing is that you're okay. And second, relationships require communication. Y/N is strong; she can handle this if you tell her. Besides, she always wants to be there for you.)

Y/N walked into the apartment, and the first thing that caught her eye was the puffy redness in Rachel's eyes. A pang of concern and sadness hit her, but her ego and pride took over, creating a barrier between them. She huffed, not wanting to give in to the vulnerability she felt inside.

Isabella, who knew Y/N like the back of her hand, saw the internal struggle reflected in her best friend's eyes. She rolled her eyes at Y/N's attitude, knowing exactly how to handle her.

"Y/N, get to your room and wait for me. We need to talk," Isabella sternly said in English, cutting through the tension in the air.

Y/N, feeling the weight of Isabella's authority, rolled her eyes in response. She wanted to argue, to defend her actions, but Isabella anticipated the defiance and calmly spoke Y/N's full name.

"Y/N L/N," Isabella stated firmly.

Y/N sighed, realizing that Isabella had reached the limit of patience with her attitude. She shot a quick glance at Rachel, silently acknowledging the need for a conversation, and reluctantly made her way to her room. Isabella followed, ready to address the underlying issues that had been festering in the apartment.

Isabella followed Y/N into the room, closing the door behind them. Y/N threw herself onto the bed she shared with Rachel, her emotions a tumultuous mix of frustration and sadness. Meanwhile, Rachel, still reeling from the emotional conversation with Isabella, curled up on the couch, attempting to find solace in the soft glow of the TV.

As Isabella took a seat, she couldn't help but address Y/N's defensive attitude. "Alright, spill. What's going on with you and Rachel?"

Y/N looked away, crossing her arms defensively. "Nothing, Issy. It's just the usual couple stuff. We'll figure it out."

Isabella raised an eyebrow, seeing through Y/N's facade. "Don't play games with me, Y/N. I know you better than you know yourself."

Y/N sighed, realizing that Isabella wasn't going to let this slide. "It's just... I don't know, Issy. Everything is so overwhelming right now. Rachel's always busy, and I feel like I'm just here waiting for her."

Isabella softened, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You need to communicate with her, Y/N. Keeping it all inside and throwing attitude won't solve anything."

Y/N looked down, her facade crumbling. "I just... I miss her, but I don't want to seem needy or clingy."

Isabella nodded, understanding the vulnerability beneath Y/N's tough exterior. "Y/N, relationships require vulnerability. It's okay to miss her. But you have to let her know what you're feeling."

Y/N took a deep breath, realizing the truth in Isabella's words. "I just don't want to push her away."

Isabella leaned in, giving Y/N a knowing look. "Trust me, pushing her away is the last thing Rachel needs right now."

As they continued talking, Isabella sensed it wasn't her place to reveal what had transpired between Rachel and Y/N. However, she dropped subtle hints, hoping Y/N would connect the dots. "You know, sometimes we don't realize the impact our actions can have on those we care about."

Y/N frowned, a realization dawning on her. "What are you talking about, Issy?"

Isabella sighed, deciding to be more direct. "Rachel had a rough time on set last week. She didn't want to burden you with it, knowing how busy you were with your studies."

Y/N's eyes widened, guilt washing over her. "I had no idea. Why didn't she tell me?"

Isabella shrugged. "Maybe because she thought you had enough on your plate. But you two need to talk and support each other. Now more than ever."

Y/N nodded, the weight of the revelation settling in. "I need to talk to her."

Isabella gave her a reassuring smile. "Good. Just remember, relationships are a team effort.

As Y/N and Isabella made their way towards the living room, Y/N turned to Isabella with a hopeful expression. "Issy, can you stick around? Just in case things don't go well?"

Isabella nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, Y/N. I'll be here for both of you. But remember, you need to talk and be honest with Rachel. No holding back."

Y/N appreciated Isabella's support, giving her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Issy. I just want things to be okay again."

Isabella squeezed Y/N's shoulder reassuringly. "They will be. Now go, talk to her."

The guestroom door creaked open as Isabella slipped inside. Over time, the room had become almost like her own, a comforting haven during her frequent visits. Y/N knew Isabella was nearby, ready to provide support if needed.

In the living room, Y/N's heart sank at the sight of Rachel curled up on the couch, tears streaming down her face. The guilt weighed heavily on Y/N as she never wanted Rachel to feel this way. Taking a deep breath, Y/N approached cautiously.

"Rachel," Y/N's voice was soft, filled with genuine concern. "Is everything okay? Issy mentioned something happened on set."

Rachel's gaze shifted from the empty space in front of her to Y/N, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions – shame, pain, and vulnerability. She didn't utter a word, only allowing silent sobs to convey the turmoil within her.

Y/N felt a pang of regret for not being there for Rachel during her difficult times. She glanced over at Isabella, who was silently observing the situation. Y/N mouthed a silent 'thank you' to her friend before turning her attention back to Rachel.

"Rachel, please talk to me. I want to understand what happened, and I want to be here for you," Y/N pleaded gently, her heart aching at the sight of Rachel's pain.

Rachel's glare pierced through the room, landing squarely on Isabella. "Why did you tell her?"

Isabella maintained her composure, responding calmly, "I didn't tell her anything specific, Rachel. I just let her know that something happened on set. She cares about you, and I thought you should talk."

Rachel felt a mix of emotions – embarrassment, frustration, and a sense of betrayal. She turned away, avoiding eye contact, and continued to sob silently.

Y/N approached cautiously, taking a seat beside Rachel. "Rachel, I'm here for you. Please, let me in. We can get through this together."

Rachel hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, her voice choked with emotion. "I had a bad encounter with a co-star. It just... it broke me. I didn't want to burden you with it."

Y/N's shock turned into a fiery anger as Rachel uttered those painful words. She couldn't believe someone had violated Rachel's boundaries in such a despicable way. Y/N felt a mix of emotions – anger, sadness, and an overwhelming need to protect the person she loved.

Rachel continued, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and vulnerability. "He... he touched me inappropriately. I didn't know how to handle it"

Y/N's jaw clenched as her protective instincts kicked in. "Rachel, you should have told me. Nobody has the right to treat you like that. I'm here for you, and we're going to deal with this together."

Rachel finally looked up, meeting Y/N's gaze. In her eyes, Y/N saw a mixture of pain and gratitude. "I was scared, Y/N. I didn't know how you would react."

Y/N gently cupped Rachel's face, wiping away the tears with her thumbs. "You should never be scared to tell me anything. We're a team, remember? Now, tell me everything. We're going to deal with this together."

As Rachel recounted the horrifying incident, Y/N's anger burned hotter. She couldn't fathom how someone could violate the trust and safety of the person she loved. Y/N listened intently, providing a comforting presence for Rachel to lean on.

Once Rachel finished, Y/N took a deep breath. "We're going to report this. Nobody gets away with treating you like this, Rachel."

Rachel nodded, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. "I just want it to be over."

Y/N held Rachel even closer. "We'll get through this, Rachel. I promise. Nobody messes with you, especially not like this."

Y/N's heart ached as Rachel confessed her fear of being seen as disgusting. The strong, confident woman she knew was now sitting before her, broken and defeated. Y/N couldn't bear to see Rachel in such pain, and a deep sense of sadness washed over her.

"Rachel, you are not disgusting. You are brave for sharing this with me, and I love you no matter what," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

Rachel, normally unyielding, formed a small smile at the reassurance. Y/N reached for Rachel's hand, providing a comforting squeeze. It had been months since they called each other by their nicknames, a simple yet significant sign of the distance that had grown between them during their tumultuous times.

"Hey, moonshine," Y/N said, using the nickname she hadn't spoken in what felt like an eternity.

Rachel's eyes met Y/N's, and for a moment, the weight of their struggles seemed to lift. "Hey, mi reina," she replied, a hint of warmth returning to her gaze.

Y/N felt a glimmer of hope. "We used to call each other that all the time," she remarked, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yeah, we did," Rachel acknowledged, her voice carrying a mixture of nostalgia and sadness.

Y/N gently tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel's ear. "I miss us, moonshine. I miss being connected, being a team. Let's fight through this together."

Rachel nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I miss it too, Reina. I just didn't want you to see me as broken."

Y/N cupped Rachel's face, wiping away a stray tear. "You're not broken, Rach. We all have scars. We'll heal together."

Rachel leaned into the touch, seeking solace in the connection they were slowly rebuilding. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N kissed the top of Rachel's head, whispering, "I love you too, moonshine. We're going to get through this, step by step."

As they sat there, the weight of their shared pain and the longing for what they once had hung in the air. However, the rediscovery of their nicknames marked a subtle but significant turning point, a promise to rebuild the foundation of their relationship and face the challenges ahead hand in hand.

Isabella, having overheard the heartfelt exchange between Y/N and Rachel, stepped out with no intention of being subtle. She approached Y/N, giving her a small but firm slap on the back of her head. Without a word, Isabella sternly, yet jokingly, said in Spanish, "Nunca más vuelvas a tener esa actitud." (Never have that attitude ever again.)

Rachel, giggling at the playful interaction, understood Isabella's words, but Y/N, not catching the Spanish, looked at Isabella with confusion. "What did you say?" Y/N asked innocently.

Isabella, not missing a beat, sarcastically rolled her eyes and delivered another light slap to Y/N's head. "Ya verás," she challenged. (You'll see.)

Y/N, now thoroughly baffled, rubbed the back of her head, feigning wounded innocence. "What did I do?"

Isabella, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, raised an eyebrow. "You challenged me. Big mistake."

Y/N, understanding that challenging Isabella was never a wise move, tried to play it off. "Oh, come on, Issy. It was just a joke. You know me."

Isabella smirked, enjoying the banter. "Joke or not, Y/N, you know the rules. No challenging the queen."

Rachel chimed in, translating Isabella's words for Y/N. "She said not to challenge the queen."

Y/N, realizing the gravity of the situation, raised her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. No challenging the queen. Got it."

Isabella gave a satisfied nod, her playful demeanor returning. "Good. Now, let's focus on fixing this mess and getting you two lovebirds back on track."

With Isabella heading to the kitchen, the living room became a space filled with a delicate tension. Y/N, feeling the urge to comfort Rachel after the emotionally charged conversation, hesitated. The air seemed to thicken with unspoken emotions.

Y/N leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, as she spoke to Rachel. "I'll give you all the space you need, Rach. But I need to know the name of the guy who did this to you. I want to protect you."

Rachel felt a protective undertone in Y/N's voice, a resonance of the fierce love that Y/N held for her. She sensed the muscles in Y/N's body tensing, a silent indication of the strong emotions stirring within her.

The room held a charged atmosphere as Rachel hesitated, torn between the desire to shield Y/N from the harsh reality and the fear of the repercussions that might follow. She knew that Y/N's protective instincts were kicking in, but the thought of naming the person who had harmed her sent shivers down Rachel's spine.

"I can't, Y/N," Rachel finally whispered, her voice carrying a weight of fear. "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm scared of him. I don't know what he might do if he finds out I spoke up."

Y/N's expression hardened, a mixture of frustration and determination crossing her features. "Rach, you can't let fear control you. We need to take action, report him. No one should get away with this."

Rachel looked down, her hands fidgeting nervously. "Y/N, I understand, but I'm scared for both of us. He's connected, influential. I can't risk putting you in danger too."

Y/N took a deep breath, her protective instincts warring with the desire to respect Rachel's fears. "Rachel, we can't let fear dictate our actions. If we don't stand up against him, he'll continue doing this to others. We have to be brave together."

Rachel met Y/N's gaze, seeing the determination in her eyes. She knew Y/N was right, but the fear was paralyzing. "I just need time, Y/N. Please understand."

Y/N's protective instincts flared up as Rachel mentioned Hunter's name. "Did Hunter see it happen?" Y/N asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Rachel nodded, a solemn expression on her face. "Yeah, but she's been avoiding me since then. I haven't had a chance to talk to her about it."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "We can't let her avoid this. She might have valuable information. I'll talk to her."

Rachel's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. "No, Y/N, don't. Just leave it. Hunter has her reasons. We need to focus on our plan, not complicate things."

Y/N sighed, realizing the delicate nature of the situation. "Rachel, I just want to make sure we have all the information we need to handle this."

Rachel reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's arm. "I appreciate it, but Hunter is dealing with her own stuff. Let's not force her into this.

Unable to shake off her concerns, Y/N excused herself, claiming she needed to use the bathroom. However, instead of heading to the bathroom, she found a quiet corner where she could make a discreet call to Hunter. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her as she dialed Hunter's number, anxious about what she might uncover.

Hunter picked up after a couple of rings, her voice guarded. "What do you want?"

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to navigate the delicate conversation ahead. "Hunter, I need to know the name of the guy who hurt Rachel. We can't let him get away with it."

There was a tense silence on the other end before Hunter finally responded, "I can't get involved. Rachel said to leave it alone."

Y/N felt a surge of frustration but knew that she needed to approach this carefully. "Hunter, I understand, but this is important. If you saw what happened, you have a responsibility to help Rachel."

Hunter hesitated, her voice wavering. "I can't, Y/N. You don't understand the consequences."

Y/N's tone grew more assertive. "I don't care about the consequences. Rachel doesn't deserve this, and we need to stop him from hurting anyone else. Please, Hunter, I'm begging you."

There was a prolonged pause, and Y/N could almost hear the internal struggle within Hunter. Finally, Hunter spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, "His name is Alex Turner. But you can't tell anyone I told you."

Y/N's heart sank at the revelation, and a mix of emotions flooded through her. "Thank you, Hunter. You did the right thing."

Hunter, with a hint of resignation, replied, "Just be careful, Y/N. This isn't going to end well."

As Y/N made her way back to the living room, she announced, "I just remembered I need to grab something from the store. Be right back." However, before she could leave, Isabella grabbed Y/N's arm, her grip firm and resolute.

"Y/N, whatever you're about to do, don't. We can't take matters into our own hands. We need to wait for the authorities," Isabella warned, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and caution.

Y/N, feeling a surge of frustration and determination, snatched her arm from Isabella's grip. "I can't just sit around and wait, Issy. We have the name. I'm going to make sure he pays for what he did to Rachel."

Isabella sighed, her gaze pleading with Y/N to reconsider. "Y/N, I get it, but revenge won't solve anything. We need to follow the proper channels, let the authorities handle it."

Y/N, fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness, shook her head. "He hurt Rachel, Issy. I can't just stand by and do nothing."

As Y/N walked out, Isabella called after her, "Just be careful, Y/N. I don't want to see you get hurt in the process."

The door closed behind Y/N, leaving Isabella with a sense of unease. She knew the emotional turmoil Y/N was facing, but the prospect of taking justice into their own hands presented its own set of dangers. Isabella hoped against hope that Y/N would find a way to navigate this challenging situation without putting herself at risk.

As Y/N stepped out into the night, a burning determination propelled her forward. The streets felt colder, and the air hung heavy with the weight of the impending confrontation.

With the address in hand, Y/N stormed towards her car, her mind clouded with anger and a burning desire for justice. Each step felt heavier than the last as her emotions consumed her rational thoughts. The night air was chilly, but Y/N's rage kept her warm, a fiery determination propelling her forward.

The car door slammed shut as Y/N hastily got inside, the engine roaring to life. The city lights blurred as she sped through the streets, her grip on the steering wheel tight. The journey felt like an eternity, fueled by a potent mix of anger and a fierce need to confront Alex Turner.

With a determined stride, Y/N approached the address, the weight of the baseball bat in the back of her car a stark reminder of the intensity of her emotions. The night air seemed to thicken as she navigated through the shadows, the echo of her footsteps adding to the tense atmosphere.

Reaching the back of her car, Y/N hesitated for a moment, her fingers tightly gripping the cold metal of the baseball bat. The dim streetlights flickered overhead, casting sporadic beams that danced across the weapon in her hands. The night held its breath, as if aware of the gravity of the decision Y/N was about to make.

The anger that fueled her was palpable, a searing fire that clouded her judgment. In that moment, the baseball bat became a symbolic extension of her rage, a tool she believed could deliver the justice she felt was deserved.

As she advanced towards Alex Turner's residence, Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. The chilling breeze seemed to whisper cautionary words, but her determination drowned out the subtle warnings. The line between right and wrong blurred, and the consequences of her actions loomed over her like a shadow.

The door to Alex's place loomed ahead, a physical barrier between Y/N and the confrontation that awaited. The bat in her hands became both a shield and a weapon, a manifestation of the turbulent emotions that threatened to engulf her.

The door creaked open, revealing a young man who bore the name Alex Turner. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he saw Y/N standing before him. It seemed Rachel's presence had lingered in the air, even during the months when their relationship had been strained.

Alex's arrogance seemed to radiate from him, evident in the smug curve of his lips. Y/N, though physically smaller, stood tall with an intensity that dwarfed any difference in size. The cold silence lingered for a moment before Alex's snarky comments cut through the air.

"Well, well, if it isn't Rachel's little flame. She talks a lot about you, you know, even when she was crying her eyes out," Alex sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, the fiery anger within her intensifying. She took a step closer, her gaze locked onto Alex with a threatening and dangerous intensity. The tension in the air crackled like electricity as they stood on the precipice of a confrontation.

"You think you can just hurt her and get away with it?" Y/N's voice was low, a dangerous undercurrent vibrating through each word.

Alex chuckled condescendingly. "Hurt her? She's the one who couldn't handle a real man. Too bad you're here, or I'd show you what she was missing."

Y/N's fists clenched around the baseball bat, her resolve solidifying. With measured steps, she closed the distance between them, her eyes flashing with a determination that spoke of retribution. The night held its breath as Y/N stood toe-to-toe with the source of Rachel's pain, ready to face the consequences of her actions.

#rachel zegler #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #fandom #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #fanfic #tbosas

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okay but in BoP. How did the conversation went that they don't want to use condoms anymore? Who initiated? We need more details. For.. ehm. scientific reasons. I swear.

1.6K of details coming right up! (I'm in love with this prompt btw. Bless you, Anon) Rating: Explicit

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Every time they made love, Aye fucked him like he thought he might not get another chance. At first, Akk assumed it was because of their situation—never knowing if they were going to be caught, never knowing if they would be forced to stop—but it had been weeks now and he had finally decided that was just who Aye was: the type of person who loved with everything he had.

They approached sex differently. Aye lost himself in it, but Akk liked to stay present, to soak everything in, so the first time he had to remind Aye to put on a condom, he didn’t think much of it. The second time gave him pause.

It wasn’t that he was pressed about the condom itself—they’d gone to get tested together weeks before because Akk felt strongly that if he was going to fuck an intern, he at least needed to be responsible about it—it was just that they had always used them and choosing not to felt like a big step. It made their relationship feel real, permanent, and once the thought was in his head, Akk couldn’t shake it loose. He started to want it. But Aye never said anything and Akk didn’t either because wanting something and asking for it were two separate things—especially when the person you were fucking worked for you.

So Akk kept a close watch on Aye, trying to decide if it was something he might want too, and the third time he had to remind him about the condom, he noticed that although Aye didn’t complain or seem the least bit bothered by the request, he did fuck Akk harder as if there was some frustration inside of him that he was trying to expel.

When they were done, Akk took the liberty of stripping the condom off of Aye himself. Then he warmed a rag in the bathroom sink, ran it over Aye’s flushed skin, and placed a soft kiss of thanks on the tip of his cock that made Aye laugh.

“Was I good?” Akk asked, laying his head to rest over Aye’s heart so that he could listen to the comforting rhythm of its beat.

“Always,” Aye said, running his fingers through Akk’s hair.

Akk tilted his chin up to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “Could I have been better?”

Aye’s hand stilled for just a second before continuing again and it gave Akk some satisfaction to know that he hadn’t been imagining things. There was something Aye wanted from him. Something he wasn’t getting. “Tell me. Please”

Aye looked him in the eyes and sighed, defeated, as if it was a secret he had planned to take to his grave. “I want to fuck you without a condom.” Akk’s stomach flipped, inordinately pleased, and he buried his face in Aye’s chest to hide his smile. “Oh, now you’re going to act shy?”

“Why?” Akk asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you want to fuck me without a condom?” When he and Mes had been together, they had sex without condoms often enough, but it had never been something Akk needed. Aye needed this. He could tell. It meant something to him.

Aye thought about it for several seconds, his fingers playing with Akk’s hair once more. “I don’t like that when I’m no longer inside of you, there’s no evidence I was ever there. I want you to carry me with you.”

“I already do,” Akk promised. Even though no one else was allowed to know it but them, Akk was his. Always.

“I know,” Aye said, “but I want something tangible.”

He sounded like such a petulant child that Akk had to laugh. “Have you ever fucked someone without a condom before?”

A blush colored Aye’s cheeks and Akk got his answer. Despite Aye’s bravado and postering, he was still young, and his teens and early twenties had largely been spent processing the trauma of his uncle’s death. According to what he had told Akk, he had had sex, he had had relationships, but none had stuck for longer than a few months. “No, but—”

“Good,” Akk said, throwing his leg over Aye and pushing up onto his knees so that he could hover over him. “I want to be your first.”

He kissed him with the same hunger Aye had fucked him with earlier and he could feel Aye starting to harden again beneath him. He opened his mouth, letting Akk consume him, and Akk wanted in that moment so badly he thought it might destroy him. It was like that night in his office when he’d thrown inhibition to the wind and simply taken what he wanted. Aye had so few firsts left to give and each one felt like a gift. Akk’s hips started thrusting forward on instinct, seeking more friction, and Aye broke the kiss, breathless.

“You want to do it now?” he asked, eyes sparkling with mirth as if Akk’s eagerness amused him.

“Please,” Akk begged.

Aye smiled into another kiss and then used his body weight to flip them so that Akk was on his back with Aye above him. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Akk reached out, cupped Aye’s face in his hands, and whispered his blessing against his lips, “I want you to come inside me.”

Aye groaned, his body trembling with anticipation, but then Akk kissed him and he seemed to come back to himself. He deepened the kiss, his hunger still ripe on his tongue, and when Akk widened his legs and took Aye between them, it felt as familiar as it felt new. Aye slipped inside him with no resistance at all. He groaned, immediately burying his face in Akk’s neck as if the sensations were too much for him to face alone.

“Shh,” Akk soothed, running a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, Akk,” Aye hissed, thrusting forward minutely.

“Does that feel good?” Akk taunted, rolling his hips. Aye clamped a hand down on his abdomen to still him, his eyes shut tightly as if he was trying desperately to think of anything else. But Akk didn’t want him to think of anything but him. “Look at me.”

Aye shook his head. “If I do that, I’m gonna come.”

“Look at me,” Akk said again, more adamant this time. And to his surprise, Aye did. His eyes met Akk's, bright and pleading. He looked young and vulnerable and—at least in that moment—so very in love. “Don’t you dare hold back on me.”

Aye shook his head. “You don’t understand. You feel so good. If I fuck you right now, I’m going to come.”

“Then come.”

“But—”

“Aye. I want you to enjoy it.”

Aye stared at him for a few more seconds, his eyes dark, but then he groaned, finally giving in, and slowly started moving. He collapsed into Akk’s arms, unable to hold himself upright, and he wasn’t thrusting so much as grinding into him.

Akk was pretty sure he had never seen Aye this desperate—was, in fact, pretty sure that he had never been this desperate judging by the unfamiliar noises he was making. Every snap of his hips was long and deep, his instinct to bury his seed in Akk’s body, but his body unsure when the end was going to come. As if he was already too far gone to control it.

Aye continued to take his pleasure in Akk’s body and as he did, Akk reached behind him and traced circles around his rim. Although Aye didn’t bottom for him often, he knew he wasn’t immune to the sensations. He slipped a single finger inside and immediately, Aye came with a grunt, burying himself deep in Akk’s body, and then he stayed there for several long seconds, his breath heavy, his body shaking, as Akk did his best to calm him down.

“You’re okay,” he said, only half-teasing.

“No, I’m not,” Aye mumbled into his neck. “I’m dead.”

But then, to Akk’s surprise, Aye found the strength to pick himself up and pull out of Akk’s body. He felt himself gaping around empty air, but before he could truly mourn the loss, Aye replaced his dick with his fingers and was thrusting into Akk’s body again as he wrapped his well-practiced mouth around Akk’s cock. And although Akk had just come only minutes earlier, he was so turned on by Aye and his eagerness that it didn’t take long to finish him again—although he was pleased to have lasted longer than Aye did. He grinned contentedly through his orgasm and once it passed, he let Aye roll him over onto his stomach, remove his fingers, and watch as his own seed dripped from Akk’s body.

“You look…”

“I look like what?” Akk asked. He didn’t expect Aye to answer.

“You look like mine.”

Akk glanced over his shoulder and smiled.

Once Aye had finished looking his fill, he cleaned them both up and laid down on the bed next to Akk, his face still flushed.

“Sorry,” he said, clearly embarrassed. “That was…intense.”

“I liked it,” Akk said.

Aye smirked. “I liked it too.”

Slowly, Akk started to drift off to sleep, sated and happy, but before he could fall completely, he heard Aye whisper. “Akk?”

“Hm?”

“If I bought you an anal plug, would you wear it to work?”

Akk rolled over, trying to act annoyed, but in actuality, he just didn’t want Aye to see the blush on his cheeks. He would. They both knew he would. “Go to bed,” he said.

Aye threw his arms around him as if he could hear Akk’s unspoken answer in his words. And with nothing between them, they slept.

#look at me actually cross-posting a tumblr prompt!#you know what that is? ✨growth✨#business or pleasure fic #asks #the eclipse #the eclipse fanfic #akkayan #akkayan fanfic

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