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wh0re43van · 5 months

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Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.

#kit walker #kit walker imagine #peter maximoff #quicksilver #quicksilver smut #american horror story #james patrick march #jimmy darling imagines #kia anderson smut #evan peters x reader #warren lipka #evan peters smut #evan peters #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #evan peters x female reader #kai anderson smut #kai anderson

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moon-spirit-yue · 8 months

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Modern au:

Aulia: *groans after being woken up by her alarm*

Raya, shuffling into the room: hey, I don’t feel like working today, wanna do some mother daughter bonding by cutting class?

Aulia, relieved: yes please

Raya, flopping on Aulia’s bed: scoot over

Aulia: *rolls over*

Raya: the first task of mother daughter bonding is going back to bed

Aulia: I love this family

*several hours later*

Namaari, coming home: hey girls, I’m back!

Raya and Aulia, playing uno on the couch: hey Undercut!

Namaari, pointing at Raya: you’re such a bad influence! Not only do you skip work and let our child skip school, but you train her to slander my haircut!

Raya: your haircut is dumb

Namaari: you love this haircut. You married me for this haircut

Aulia, scrunching up her nose: stop flirting in front of me, it’s gross. Besides, how did you know we skipped again? Maybe we’re just relaxing after a hard days work

Namaari, deadpanned: you guys are wearing the same pajamas you slept in last night

Raya: I’ll have you know we got in the car and went places!

Namaari: was the places the Starbucks drive through?

Raya:……………..perhaps

Namaari: there would be no order without me

Aulia: maybe you wouldn’t be such a hater if you hung out with us once in a while!

Namaari: if you guys deal me in on the next game of uno, I’ll consider it

Raya, smiling: awe, good for you! You’re not lame anymore!

Namaari, throwing a pillow at Raya’s head: someone in this house has to responsible

Raya, whispering to Aulia: she’s just upset we slept in

Aulia, whispering: well duh. Maybe if she stopped working so hard there wouldn’t be so much grey hair

Namaari: I CAN HEAR YOU BOTH-

#raya and the last dragon #rayaari #namaari #raya x namaari #namaari x raya #ratld #raya and namaari #ratld namaari #raya disney #ratld raya

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queenpiranhadon · 5 months

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A/N: Yay chapter 2 is out!! This chapter is from Kaeda's perspective :D, and it written by me. Just an update for those who haven't seen it, Nyota's Wattpad postings of SCH will be on hiatus until my Tumblr chapters are in sync with hers :) You can find the complete masterlist of the series here

Warning(s) : Cursing, enemies to lovers, fantasy + royal universe, homophobes stay away!!

Pairing(s): Kaepex

What.

The.

Actual.

Hell.

Kaeda Leona Cynet. Is in my arms.

I blink, looking down at her flushed face.

I swear, in a split second, I feel the most emotions I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

Her grey-blue eyes look up into my teal eyes and I can feel my face heat up.

I shove her off me.

“Watch where you’re fucking going,” I snap.

Kaeda stands there, frozen in shock.

“What, has your Reya finally taken over?”

“Er- no-” she stammers.

“Wow, and I thought Khaenpanii kids were smart. Guess I was wrong.” I smirk.

Kaeda regains her composure and glares at me, an icy glare dripping with venom crossing her face.

“For a princess of fire, your heart sure is cold. Just remember, ice is my thing, your majesty.” she bites, dipping into a sarcastic curtsy.

“What a jab,” I say indifferently. “Can’t think of any original insults? You’re so full of hot air, at this rate, you’ll be flying out the window the minute you’re made Syla.”

While she retorts, I look out the window.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. While you spend your time uselessly slandering me, I’ll be going home. See ya, dumbass.”

Stalking away from Kaeda, a feeling of satisfaction hits me. Watching the “flawless” princess of Khaenpanii stumble was incredible and seeing her that flustered was hilarious.

When I walk into my room, the satisfaction is replaced with a wave of disgust. I’ve lived in Watarumi for the past 10 years. You would think I have tons of stuff, but no. They encouraged us to pack lightly and to never decorate our rooms too much, so we don’t get attached.

Ha, as if I could ever get attached to such a bland place away from my little brother.

I snatch the deep red backpack filled with all my belongings off the floor and toss it over my shoulder. Picking up the small stack of various fiction and nonfiction books beside it, I look out the window.

The sky is a bright blue, soft white clouds adorning the sea of blues. A flock of birds fly by, their melodious chirping filling the air.

I guess Elektras is having a good day, I think.

These are my last moments on this island, so I might as well cherish them.

I trudge out of my now empty room, shutting the door behind me.

This place doesn’t hold many of my good memories, so I don’t bother looking back.

I step out into the pristine hallway, hesitating to walk down to the dock.

I am incredibly prone to seasickness. I have a theory that it might be due to my Reya, as water is the polar opposite of fire. If it isn’t that, then... I have no idea.

It makes traveling incredibly inconvenient. Especially since I have a long boat ride ahead of me. But I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to my family.

For a while now, I’ve had this weird inkling that something isn’t right. Rumors of a weird illness have been going around for a while now, but recently, they’ve gotten a lot worse. It seems as though it came from one of the other continents, and the animals here are getting affected by it much more than Espyns. (A/N (nyota): minus the animal bit, this reminds me of something...)

I force myself to walk down the hallway.

Anything to get back to Covyn in time for his Reya Ceremony.

The minute I walk out the hallway and onto the sturdy wooden bridge that eventually leads to the dock, I get sprayed in the face with a cold mist.

“Agh!” I spluttered. “What the fuck?!”

A soft giggle comes from my right. I turn to see a girl, just around my age, with crystal blue eyes and warm brown hair cascading down her shoulders. She wears a simple blue shirt and a darker blue knee-length skirt.

“Cari!” I complain. Instinctively, I raise my hands and heat them up, carefully drying off my face.

Cari Acquarone is the princess of Hydeau, the Water Domain. Cari’s going home today, too, although she’s going to Hydeau and I’m going to Fujimura. We're the same age, but she got her Reya after me. Hydeau’s patron god is Thanirrh, the god of water (duh), so I guess that’s just what he willed it to be.

I wouldn’t know. Vohona, the fire goddess, is the patron goddess of Fujimura. I know next to nothing about Thanirrh.

So basically, we’re opposites, and you would think that would make us enemies, like Little Miss Flawless and I. But no, actually. We’ve been best friends for the entire decade we’ve resided on this cursed island.

Cari snickers. “What, you aren’t savoring your last moments here? Wow. Who are you and what have you done with my Apex.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am. You just have an... unconventional sense of humor,” I reply. “Also, since when do you have custody of me? I have a perfectly fine, living family, thank you.”

She grins. “You’re only saying that because you have no sense of humor. And I’ve had custody of you for, let’s see... ten years.”

“I refuse to accept either of those statements. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to the dock. I want to go home,” I say. A moment later, I’m halfway to the docks, feet hammering against the wooden bridge. Cari’s right at my heels, trying her hardest to catch up.

Already to the boat, I stop to catch a breath, and also to let Cari catch up. She’s so slow, and it feels like forever when she finally stands beside me.

“Cari, why are you so slow? Do you not want to get off this cursed island?” I tease.

“I’m not slow, I just have short legs!” she protests. And, well, she does. I’m just above average height, and she’s below average height. “And I think you know the answer to that second question.”

“Oh, I do,” I agree. I pick one of the books I was holding and throw it at her. Cari deflects it easily and summons a ball of seawater from the foaming waves below us.

“Don’t you dare.”

An evil smile crosses her face, and she wickedly says, “I do dare.” The water drops closer to the precious book.

“If you do that, I will end you,” I threaten.

The clicking of boots suddenly comes close, and I look to my right to see Kaeda. She has a disgusted look on her face, and I struggle to suppress a sigh.

“So immature. Have you no respect for your kingdom’s image?” she says bitterly. Reaching down, she picks up the book and tosses it at me.

“Hate to break it to you, but you’re not much better. Constantly going out of your way to argue with me?” I comment. “Oof, not very princess-y behavior.”

The tips of the snow princess’s ears turn red for a moment before she sends a glare that sends chills down my spine. I blame it on her Reya.

“Says the person whose own father decided that two kids wasn’t enough and had a child with a consort.”

I don’t respond, knowing that if I do, Kaeda will end up as a pile of ashes on the ground.

Cari tells her, “Low blow and uncalled for. Kaeda, you’re the reason the gods created the middle finger.” She sends me a look that says, “Get on the ship. I’ll follow you.”

I oblige after sending Kaeda a sour look. Picking up the rest of my books beside me, I stomp up to the boat that would take me back to Fujimura.

The ship rocks lightly on the waves, and I scramble to get to my small room before the seasickness sets in.

The moment I flop onto my temporary bed, someone knocks on my door.

“Come in,” I say tiredly.

Cari trudges in. “That Kaeda girl is so annoying.”

Sighing, I tell her, “Oh, I know.”

“She’s infuriating.”

“I’m aware.”

#star crossed haters #kaeda leona cynet #adrienne “apex” pyracent #kaepex #help whenever I try to type in kaepex #kazuha’s name pops up #genshin impact is forever lmao #my writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writer #writing #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #female writers #writer stuff

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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fanon will always be better than canon wizarding world and it's all because of j. k. r*wling. so there you go, girly girl, thank you for giving us (almost) nothing.

the slander on slytherin people is shameful -- other users had made better post about this with better writing expression than i, but it's true. name one slytherin that wasn't described as ugly or evil since the beginning, i dare you. snape was ugly and had greasy hair, voldemort became a sick baby, regulus was the less attractive brother and less likeable, narcissa was described by harry as always smelling shit or something, lucius was straight up evil giving he was draco's dad, draco was also ugly and evil, pansy looked like a dog i think, theodore was weedy or something like that, crabbe and goyle don't even get me started -- and all because jk wanted to be a... let's say rita skeeter. she literally said 'all slytherins are evil and therefore they are ugly and you don't like them', yes, snape is inside this too because he was an asshole, redeemed or not. i mean, girl, you wanna be petty about your high morals so you make this??? ah, no, fuck you.

also don't even get me started in the presence of ravenclaw and hufflepuff on the books and movies. and by that i mean their absence. i'm a slytherin, and honestly? i get why we hate gryffindor. they are always prioritized and given more screen time/recognition than any other house. i know that before happy boy potter came to hogwarts slytherin won the tournaments and stuff BUT THEN THEY WERE FUCKING ROBBED -- at least in philosopher's stone there was some explanation for dumbledore's favoritism to gryffindor/potter (the moral of the story and friendship and bla bla bla), but it continued like that in the following years and no wonder why we're still bitter about this. i just can't imagine what ravenclaws and hufflepuffs thought.

like, the wizarding world is so badly constructed. yeah, when i was like 10 years old i thought it was fire and really great but not anymore -- it's a literal place for prejudices and black/white moral situations only, no greys. i still really enjoy the wizarding world although its creator is a fucking terf and is badly constructed, but that's because i rely on fanon. i rely on the amazing writers and artists (synonym) that create great pieces about the fandom fixing all the things that jk did wrong. that's why fanon, IN THIS FANDOM, will always top canon, and no, i wi not argue with anyone about this.

anyways fuck gryffindors (hj)

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acheinside · 8 months

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an insult in the guise of a compliment. the tinkling of ice cubes in a glass of scotch. an engraved fountain pen. patronising laughter. tennis whites. an heirloom signet ring. love letters between war poets. airs and graces. a smile for every occasion. the works of j.c leyendecker. ruthlessly plucking out every grey hair you find. sparkling conversation. twisting someone’s words. playing the face card. dressing to the nines. a vintage sports car. a girl on your arm and a man in your bed.

statistics.

full name: the right honourable alexander heathecote-browne, sixth viscount esher nickname(s): alec, quill name meaning: defender of men age: forty-three date of birth: august 10th star sign: leo place of birth: near newington, united kingdom current location: london, united kingdom gender: cis-man pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: gay, but in that old hollywood way where he might just be a really prolific womanizer religion: church of england (nominally) occupation: owner of the daily mail family: charles heathecote-browne, fifth viscount esher (father, deceased) evelyn heathecote-browne (mother, née fortescue) annabel white (former nanny, maternal figure) education level: graduated from oxford university with first class honours living arrangements: primarily resides in a townhouse in chelsea financial status: wealthy spoken languages: english, french, latin

biography. (gambling addiction tw, suicide tw)

Alexander Heathecote-Browne was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the world just waiting for him to come along and take a bite out of it.

His birth was little more than the fulfilment of a contract between his parents, the spousal agreement to get on with the process of producing an heir so they could go right back to ignoring each other. They ignored Alec too, but he learned quickly not to mind - he had Nanny, after all, and he loved her better than his mother and father combined.

As is the case with so many members of the British peerage, the majority of Alec’s youth was spent at boarding school; a gauntlet of cruelty designed to make or break you. For Alec, it was the former - he was a gregarious, outgoing young man, free with his smiles and too clever by half. Every move he made was calculated to ensure his own survival, and to that end he became something of a bully - the devastating kind that always seemed to see right to the root of your insecurities.

It was imperative that Alec installed himself near the top of the social food chain early on (though never actually at the top, where he was in danger of becoming a target), so that when the less palatable aspects of his own character became clear, he had a coterie of friends built around him already.

For a young man of the Greek persuasion, boarding school was at once a playground and a prison. It’s funny how many straight boys are willing to be leant an experienced hand, or even to share your bed, as long as you were willing to keep it secret. To pretend it didn’t matter. Alec became used to laughing off such trysts as youthful indiscretions, a way to pass time in the absence of any girls, and learnt to ignore how hollowed out it made him feel.

It was always a given that Alec would go to Oxford University, as all the men in his family had, though he likely would have made the cut even without his prolific ancestry. He was a good student, kept the right company, had all the right hobbies and new exactly how to conduct himself - it should’ve been easy. It was easy, right up until the end of his third year.

Rumours had been circling about Alec’s father, Viscount Esher, for a number of years by the time Alec was due to finish his degree. The gossip was easy to ignore at first - insipid slander from people too small for the Heathecote-Brownes to even see - but it wasn’t long until the talk gained real credibility, and credibility became outright fact. Viscount Esher was a gambling addict, and he proved it by pissing away the entire family fortune before finally putting a gun in his mouth.

At the grand age of 21, Alexander Heathecote-Browne became the sixth Viscount Esher, inheriting nothing but an empty title and crippling debt. It was a small mercy that he’d already sat his exams, but even his first class degree from one of the most prestigious universities in the world felt meaningless when his family’s business was being smeared across page six.

It was up to him to fix it - god knows his mother wouldn’t be able to pull herself away from the bar cart long enough to do the job. Alec pored over the scope of his father’s debts, chasing a paper trail that ultimately led him to the Red Rose Casino, in London.

It was here that Alec met the individual who would one day call themselves the Crimson Monarch. He was smitten right away - how could he not be? The Liddell heir was an intoxicating presence, clear-eyed and sharp-tongued, charming and dangerous. Devastating, really.

But Alec wasn’t there for Viktor Liddell. He came to see the reigning Crimson Monarch, to discuss settling the sum tied to his family name. Alec had a way of getting into places that ought to have been inaccessible, a force of personality that his father sorely lacked (a force that might have saved him, had Alec only known). He asked for a year to pay what was owed - a gamble most befitting the casino that housed their meeting - and by some grace of god, he was granted it.

So Alec fought. He clawed his way back into society using whatever means necessary, relying on his wits and charms to protect him, as they always had. His fallen prince act worked like magic on the grand dames of the London scene, their hearts easily won by a sob story, some flattery, and a handsome face. Before long he had enough capital to invest, and with those investments came the money he needed to pay back the casino. He was on top again (but still not right at the top).

All the while, Alec cultivated his relationship with the eldest of the Liddell children, whom he came to sincerely call ‘friend’. But it wasn’t just friendship, not for him. Alec was devoted to Viktor, infatuated with him, he just couldn’t help himself.

It all came to a head on the night of Alec’s 25th birthday - a few too many drinks were had, they were alone, and it was easy to let the lines blur. Viktor was clear that it shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and then it just… kept happening. And it could keep happening as long as Alec could keep it secret - which he did, of course. He was old hand at this by now, a man more hollow than flesh.

The dalliances (for that was all they were) lasted a while, becoming less and less frequent as time wore on. They were never any less friends for it, though. Alec was excellent at keeping things light, and would continue to do so in spite of the intensity of his own feelings, because it was better than the alternative: losing Viktor altogether.

When the old Crimson Monarch died, Alec resolved to be there for his friend in whatever capacity they needed, endeavouring to support them through their transition into leadership (not that they needed it - Viktor’s always been steady as a rock).

By this time, Alec was more than comfortable in terms of finances, and he set his sights on a new prize: acquiring the Daily Mail; the very newspaper that had so callously spread the news of his family misfortune all those years ago. However, even with the significant wealth he’d accumulated over the previous fifteen years, it still wouldn’t be enough to purchase the paper in its entirety. So Alec approached his dearest friend, the new Crimson Monarch, and asked for help paving the way.

It’s been three years since Alec acquired the Daily Mail, and under his supervision, the paper has become little more than a tool for obfuscation in favour of the Jabberwocks. If an unsavoury story crosses Alec’s desk, he sees it quickly and unceremoniously removed - after all, what’s the point in having power if you can’t use it to help the person you love?

other things. (dementia tw)

There’s nothing in the world that scares Alec more than growing old. It isn’t just his vanity, which is so easily offended, but the threat to his very personhood - he watched his mother lose so much of herself to dementia with age, and fears the same fate for himself. The disease isn’t hereditary, he knows, but that does little to soothe his nerves.

No matter how he flatters and coerces, never agree to play billiards with Alec if you encounter him at the Red Rose. He takes no prisoners, and will have you paying for his drinks for the rest of the evening.

His biological mother aside, Alec’s relationships with the women in his life are arguably the most important to him. There’s Nanny, of course, who he remains in contact with and takes out to lunch on her birthday every year, but he’s frequently enchanted by the wits and beauty of his female peers, and boasts a great many friends among them.

Unsurprisingly, Alec is a complete clothes horse, and has an impeccable sense of personal style. That being said, he is one of those annoying people that looks good in everything, so the fact that he dresses well is almost irrelevant.

Alec was three years above Prince William at Eton, and thought he was a complete drip. It’s deeply petty, but he takes a smug satisfaction in the fact that the future king went bald.

#alec: about #lf.intro #diversity win! this gay man is a terrible human being!#gambling addiction tw #suicide tw #dementia tw

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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Guy slander-

Him and his siblings look like they belong in a boy band.

Bro with his caveman phase- “OOGA BOOGA 👹👹My women” haven ass.

Bros already growing Grey hair bet he’s baldin too.

His breathe probably stank when he gives up his iconic ‘tsk’

I bet ur ass he doesn’t moisturize or do any skin care routine because he thinks it’s gay.

Dude would make fun of you for being scared of the dark then go around and be afraid of bloody marry after you pretended to summon her.

Guy takes everything seriously.

If Guy had a mom her name would be “Girl”

Dude walks into an orphanage just to say “tsk” and leave when they ask him too.

#court of darkness x reader #court of darkness #guy avari x reader #guy avari

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itsmaddienotmaddy · 1 year

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I didn’t watch live because I prioritized my adult coed indoor team that I pay $65 to be on 🙃

And my dumbass Hulu Live only recorded the second half because of reasons unknown.

So I’m out here with having ONLY watched the second half and I just gotta say:

Alyssa Naeher, number one goal keeper in my heart AND on the team. No Alyssa slander in this house

Becky and Naomi were the CB combo I needed.

Apparently Miss Rose was even spicier in the first half, but I swear, every foul I saw called against us was because Rose pushed someone. And you know WHAT, I’m not out here condoning violence but I am pro-let teams know you are not to be messed with. And her assist to Sophia. It ruled.

Idk how much I can comment on Lindsey because accordingly to seemingly everyone else online, she didn’t do great. Did I scream at my TV multiple times for her not to wait for passes and move towards them? Yes. Did I also yell about her going down too easy in a game where the ref was NOT calling most things and leaving our defense high and dry down a player? Yes of course, it’s a large pet peeve of mine. BUT. On the flip side, I saw something from her I don’t think I’ve seen all of 2022. Girl was going into tackles! Fully! Slide tackles! P sure her knee was the factor holding her back but she was doing it!

Mal and Sophia with those back to back goals had me smiling like an idiot. Mal was feeling herself and despite giving me Grey hairs by missing so many open chances, (like plz can she finish those, Jesus Christmas,) her attack was really important to the turn of the game.

And Soph’s goal was perfect. She TORE through that defensive line, like, oh sorry, you think you can stop me???? No. And then placed a perfect shot. Bubble Braid Magic.

Andi too! Let me sing the praises of Andi Sullivan to the interwebs. Where I sometimes struggle with her is that I feel like she’s a step behind, that she bites or commits too hard and can’t always recover defensively. That’s me being nit picky and I actually have that issue with a handful of other players too. BUT BACK TO THE GOOD BECAUSE Andi was a driving force of holding the spark that Alyssa’s save started. Her willingness to step into 50/50 challenges hard and to do the risky defensive tackles in and around the box to stop goal opportunities. THAT. IS. WHAT. WE. NEEDED.

The difference was: being the enforcers, giving 50/50 balls 1000000%, running THROUGH the god damn ball, and laying bodies on the line in the box defensively. That’s the oomph we’ve been missing. I would like us to hold onto that, and run with it.

#I’ll shut up now #uswnt

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nitecourtfairytail · 1 year

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Heavy Hearts

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Depictions/Threats of Sexual Abuse, Discussions of Infertility

Chapter song- Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

Accidental Gwyn slander again. I promise it’ll be resolved.

Ch. 6 Love is a Battlefield

“Did you give out my fucking address?!” Azriel arrived at the worksite looking for a fight. As soon as he saw Jurian, he was blinded by rage. What if Elain had been at the house? What if Gwyn was crazy enough to send someone to try and harm him for ‘breaking her heart’?!

“Dude. Calm down! There’s no need to be upset. I was trying to help you out. I heard about the chick you’re dating and figured you might need a backup girl.” He was jovial. Laughing. Joking. He thought this was funny!

“What the fuck did you just say?!” He shoved Jurian in the chest. “How do you know Elain?” His mind was reeling. Terror coursing through his veins. Did he have anything to do with Elain’s abuse? Was he an accomplice on one of the rare occasions Greyson took her out? The thought alone made his stomach turn.

“My buddy Grey used to date her.” Jurian just shrugged like he thought nothing of it. Like he didn’t just prove how much of a worm he truly was.

“I always thought you were sleazy, but to admit that you’re ‘buddies’ with her fucking abuser?!” He was screaming. The usually bustling site was quiet, everyone had stopped to watch what was unfurling between the two men.

“Abuser? Please.” He rolled his eyes “That bitch should be grateful-“ his words were cutoff by Azriel’s fist. Jurian immediately fell to the ground, Az climbing atop of him, gaining leverage to continue his assault on the man’s face.

Perry and another man ran over grabbing Az by his arms and dragging him off of Jurian. “What the FUCK Az?! What’s gotten into you?” Perry yelled, but Azriel never heard him. All he was focused on was the bastard on the ground. Jurian sat up slowly, spitting out blood. His eyes were crazed. One was already bruising and his nose was definitely broken. Blood coated his teeth as he smiled. “I bet she never told you Grey would let us take turns on her.” He laughed-an evil malicious sound that made Az’s skin crawl. “He let us use her as our little cumdump.”

“I’ll fucking KILL YOU!” He screamed, fighting against the men holding him back.

“I’m inclined to let you,” an unfamiliar female voice came from beside him “but I’m sorry, young man. I’ve gotta take you both in.” He turned his head-of course someone had called the cops.

~~~~~~

Sergeant Otoño, the arresting officer was able to pull some strings and let Az go with a warning. Turns out she had also escaped an abusive situation and her (now) husband had done the same thing to her ex-and his friends-back when they were dating. That didn’t stop Azriel from having to sit in a holding cell, or having to call Rhys to come pick him up.

After what felt like hours, the holding cell door opened. “Mr. Faris! Your girlfriend’s here. You’re free to leave.” Rhys must have called Lain and asked her to pick him up. He smiled at the thought of her and walked toward the lobby. The sergeant gave him a warm smile and a wink before waving him off.

Az walked out expecting to see Elain, but instead a slightly taller woman with blue eyes and a reddish hue to her hair ran up to him. “Az!” She yelled joyfully , wrapping her arms around him. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“What the fuck?” He tried to push the strange woman away, but she held on tighter. “Who ARE you?!” He yelled as two uniformed officers walked toward them.

“Is everything okay here, sir?” One asked. They both had their hands resting on their tasers. “Ma’am, would you mind stepping back, please?” The other officer asked, trying to deescalate the situation.

“I’m his girlfriend! It’s me, Gwyn!” The woman cried. The more he tried to push her off of him, the harder she held on. It was like being hugged by a glue trap you set for insects or rodents.

Admittedly, she was an attractive woman. Classic features except for her large eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. Her simple ensemble of boot cut jeans paired with a black and white blouse and black pumps accentuated her delicate curves. Azriel knew he’d met her before, but she must not have made a lasting impression on him.

“Gwyn?! I barely even know you!” He gave the officers an exasperated look, pleading with them to get her away from him.

She fisted her hands in his shirt, trying to make him look down at her. He felt her start to shake, whether from her tears or something else he wasn’t sure. The only thing he knew was that she seemed absolutely unhinged.

“Az?” That was Rhysand’s voice! Rhysand was here, thank the Cauldron! He’d be able to explain the situation.

“Oh thank fuck you’re here! Please Rhys. Please explain she isn’t my girlfriend. She’s practically a stalker!” He, himself was near tears. So frustrated that the woman-Gwyn, seemed to think they were in a relationship. So confused as to why. And so frightened of what she could possibly be capable of if she continued her delusion.

She still had an iron grip on his midsection, but he’d never let his arms down farther than her shoulders to push her away.

Rhysand looked between the scene and the officers. “This man is my brother. He, myself and our other brother all rent a house together. This woman showed up last night looking for him” pointing to Az “claiming to be his girlfriend, and at first we thought he was playing two women.” He looked at Az apologetically.

“I can’t believe you would think so lowly of me.” Az scowled.

“Well it’s not like we had much to go on. You’re secretive about your relationships! But Cass knew you were with Elain last night-which by the way we still need to discuss. I want details, brother.”

“So, you don’t know who she is?” Sergeant Otoño had been called out to the disruption, now.

“Az. I’m your girlfriend, Gwyn. How do you not remember?” She sobbed.

“Please, please stop saying that.” He begged before answering the sergeant’s question.

“No ma’am, I don’t-Not really. We’ve met a couple times but I didn’t recognize her at first. She works in the main office doing bookkeeping. We work for Summers Construction Company. I’m usually on the worksite doing framing and don’t go up to h.q. very often. I’ve only seen her a few times. I make small talk while waiting for Helion.” His eyes imploring the older woman to believe him.

Recognition washed over her sharp features.

Her eyes softened. “Helion is my husband.” She sighed, running her hand down her face. “Okay.” She turned to Gwyn, her voice commanding “Ma’am, please release Mr. Faris and come with me. I have a few questions regarding this morning that I’m hoping you can clear up for me.”

The young woman finally let her arms fall to her side, dejectedly following the sergeant who called over her shoulder at the other officers on scene “You two make sure we have contact information for Mr. Faris and his brothers. We may need to call them later.”

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The ride home was silent. Once they’d gotten in, Rhys immediately went to the kitchen to make coffee. Az followed.

“Well that was certainly an exciting Friday morning.” Rhysand joked, handing Az a cup.

Azriel grabbed his cigarettes and coffee, following Rhys onto the back porch. “I still don’t understand what happened. Why she thinks I’m her boyfriend. It doesn’t make sense.” He grabbed his phone to text Elain asking what time she would be home today. He needed to see her.

“Where’s Cass? I need to ask him what she said last night. And where were you when all this was happening, by the way?” He eyed his brother suspiciously. Rhys merely shrugged and reached for Azriel’s cigarette. “Oh no. You don’t get to keep secrets and expect a puff. Buy your own damn pack if that’s the case.” He swatted his brother with his free hand while pulling the other out of reach.

“I was out.” Rhys shrugged again. “I’ll tell you all about my night if you tell me about yours.” He winked “I’m dying to know what happened with our little ray of sunshine for you to stay the night. Last I remember she said she wasn’t ready for intimacy.”

Azriel snapped his head up “How do you-THATS what she was talking to you and Mor about. That makes sense.” He sighed in relief. “We’ve been meaning to talk about that, but it seems like every time we get interrupted. Or like last night.. she had a mental blockage.” He frowned. Not sad for himself, but for the beautiful woman he knew had suffered so much.

“Last night. All I wanted was to talk to her. See where we stand. What she’s comfortable with so I don’t fuck anything up. I don’t want to say the wrong thing or accidentally touch her somewhere that will trigger her.” There was a maelstrom of emotions, all evident in his voice. Sadness that she’d been through so much, pain that he doesn’t know how to comfort her, helplessness because this is her journey, all mixed with a burning rage at the man who did this and the woman who bore her.

Rhysand seemed to interpret the unspoken ‘but’ in Azriel’s story. He eyed his brother warily, unsure whether to ask or let him continue in his own time.

Azriel chose for him, continuing after lighting another cigarette and taking a swig of coffee. “She showed me all the evidence she has stacked against him. Everything that’s on video, or text. Pictures of the damage. The medical reports. She had to get stitches because of how badly he’d tore her. Did you know that?!” He barely kept himself together. Furious tears threatened to spill, his knuckles white from trying not to shake.

“She’s been through ENOUGH Godsdammit!” The tears overtook the dam. Sobbing, aching gasps wracked through his chest as they cascaded down his face. Unable to gather enough strength in his vocal chords he whispered again “She’s been through enough.”

“Hey man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge all that up.” Rhysand felt beside himself for being the straw that broke his back. It wasn’t his fault. Azriel just felt so much. Sometimes it was easier to cut off his emotions and be stoic, but Elain….she was their Sunshine. She brightened every horrible part of himself. Her light shone so brightly that it lit even the deepest depths of his soul. Everything he had tried to hide. There were no masks between the two-Their most honest selves.

Az collected himself. Sniffling and wiping his eyes he looked at his brother, so caught off guard by Azriel’s show of emotions. “It’s okay, Rhys. I think that was brewing for a long time. It just needed to be let out.” He tried to smile, to ease the tension more, but knew he looked as horrible as he felt right now.

“I shouldn’t have prodded you. What happens with you and Elain…and when it happens is between you two.” Rhys patted him on the shoulder. “I’m just glad you’ve found someone worthy of breaking that iron cage around your heart.

“Thank you, brother. Truly.” Az clasped his hand on Rhysand’s own shoulder, a ‘warrior’s’ hug, they had called it growing up. Between Azriel and Cassian’s own childhood abuse, the brothers were wary of physical affection (not that you’d know it now), so they had come up with this-a way of physically showing their love-without feeling trapped or smothered. Named as such because to Rhysand, his brothers were warriors. They’d fought such terrible beginnings and came out the other side.

Though now they can hug each other comfortably, the ‘warrior’s hug’ will always be their ultimate indication of brotherly love.

The tension in the air now dissipated, Az turned to his brother, impish smile on his face “Even though it was a horrible thing to see, the whole night wasn’t a bust.”

“Oh do tell.” Rhys placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“I got to sleep with her in my arms the whole night. That alone would have been worth it. But this morning.” He signed dreamily.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense!” Rhysand teased.

“This morning-and this actually stays between us. No telling Cassian or I’m sicking Mor on you” he pointed an accusing finger at his brother. In response Rhys crossed his heart and mimed zipping his lips.

“This morning she ended up topless straddling my lap.” He blurted out.

Rhys blinked a few times, his face drawn back in a stupor. “That’s certainly not what I was expecting you to say. I thought maybe a light make out session or something. But DAMN, brother. Honestly, how did you manage that?”

Az chuckled. “Dude, I have no idea. I was joking with her about her nipple piercings, and she offered to show me. Next thing I know I’ve got literally the most perfect breasts I have ever seen in my face and I’m trying not to blow in my fuckin pants.”

Rhysand whipped his head in intrigue. “Did you say nipple piercings? Elain? And she just popped her tits out like it was nothing?”

Azriel just smirked. “Exactly. Granted she freaked herself out pretty quickly after that, and I had to come home to change for work, but yeah. Shitty evening, great night, even better morning.” He shrugged, laughing. “I just hope she doesn’t kill me for telling you.”

“We tell each other everything. I’ve told you all about my exes.”

“Some of which I had no interest in knowing. Like that one guy you dated with the docking fetish. He shuddered thinking about the act. He wasn’t one to kink shame, but that just sounded downright painful. “I’m glad he didn’t last long.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “He didn’t last long in more ways than one.”

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Azriel stood outside of the townhouse. He’d knocked several times but nobody answered, and she didn’t answer the phone either. Elain said she’d be home around 7:30, and he gave her an hour before heading over so she could decompress a bit.

He gave up, and found the fake rock hiding their spare key, unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Babe?” He echoed through the empty house. “Cerri? Nu? Mor?” He called out-no answer still. He searched through the townhouse, growing more anxious by the second. What if Gwyn was truly crazy and found her? Hurt her? What if Greyson had found her? Or his friends like Jurian. He was frantic. Nuala and Cerridwen weren’t answering either. On the third call, Mor finally picked up. “Where’s Lainey?” The panic evident in his voice.

He heard her in the background “Ohmygods I completely forgot to tell Az what was going on!” He heard Mor giggle “Your girlfriend is fine. Amren called right when she got home, to meet and discuss her case. We came with her for support, but in the chaos I guess she forgot to tell you.”

Clutching his heart he sighed into the phone “Thank the Cauldron. Tell her it’s okay and emphasize that I’m not upset with her, please. I was just worried. And tell Amren I have some more information she might need for the case.” She relayed everything back to her side.

The women arrived home an hour later to find Azriel lounging on the couch, watching tv. He had ordered Chinese and not knowing when they’d be home or if they’d had dinner, he ordered enough for everyone.

“Oh thank the Mother!” Nuala cried, digging into the sesame chicken. “I was sure my stomach was interrupting your meeting, it was screaming so loud. Thanks for this, Az. I guess she can keep you for a while.” She winked

Azriel just rolled his eyes. He was more concerned with Elain at the moment. Sitting up, he stretched his arms to her, opening a space between himself and the arm of the couch for her to slide into which she did without hesitation. Skating their arms around one another, she burrowed her head into the crook of his neck, upset from rehashing all of her trauma but satisfied with the end result. The meeting obviously took a lot out of her. She took this moment to borrow his strength, and settle herself back into the now.

“Habibi.” He whispered lovingly, his eyes closed, nuzzling against her hair “I’m amazed by you.”

Mor’s head sprang up at the pet name, staring at the two-lost in their peaceful embrace-with a kind regard.

Nuala cleared her throat to get their attention. Sheepish smiles proving they’d forgotten the others were in the room. Elain refused to be embarrassed. Instead pulling her legs up to rest across Azriel’s lap, her back against the arm of the couch. She leaned over grabbing a container of Lo Mein off of the coffee table and swirled a bit onto her fork, taking a bite like nothing happened. She swirled another bite and fed it to a slightly confused, but thoroughly content Azriel.

“You two are disgustingly adorable and I need you to eventually-as in at your own pace-make the prettiest babies on the planet.” Mor teased the couple.

Az tried not to choke in his shock, while Elain patted him on the back. “I thought I told you, Mor, I can’t have kids.” She said plainly, as if reading a newspaper aloud.

Mor gasped, holding her hand over her mouth “I’m so sorry! I had no idea!”

“It’s okay!” Elain giggled. “I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids anyway, and if I ever decide I do I can look into adoption or a surrogate.” She shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal to me. Doesn’t make me less of a woman.”

“Is it-Is it because of the trauma?” She asked warily

She tilted her head in thought “No, but it probably didn’t help much. I have scar tissue from endometriosis that’s basically killing my ovaries, cutting off the blood supply. Even if I were to get the tissue removed, which I will, they’ve been so damaged that they only one can recover. The doctors told me they usually don’t recommend a hysterectomy for women my age unless it’s as severe as mine.”

“So there’s no way you can have a biological kid?” Cerridwen ask with genuine curiosity

“I wouldn’t say no chance, but it incredibly unlikely. It’s like a ten-ish percent chance that I can. And even if I did, the doctor said I have scarring on my uterus and that would make it difficult to expand properly, so it would be a difficult and dangerous pregnancy.” she shrugged.

“Do you want the surgery?” Mor asked. This conversation was getting incredibly personal before she’d really had a chance to talk to her boyfriend about things. She wanted to make sure they were on the same page before they became too attached. Especially after the last one.

“Gods yes. Do you have any idea how miserable my periods are?” She watched the girls all shake their heads.

She let out a bitter laugh. “It feels like I’m being stabbed in my lower abdomen by Wolverine from X-men. There are times I can’t finish a word because a cramp will come on so quickly and so painfully I can’t think. I’ve almost passed out before. I bleed so heavy that I keep two extra pairs of panties and an extra pair of sweat pants in my purse. When I sleep, I have to put down a towel, use an overnight pad on top of adult diapers, with an ultra tampon and still wake up needing to change the sheets. During the day I sometimes have to take a shower just because I changed out my tampon, and there’s too much blood on my legs to wipe up all the way. And it’s not like it’s a three day heavy flow. It’s like that for a week straight. I can’t wait until I don’t have to deal with this shit.”

She turned to Azriel, who to his credit, didn’t balk the slightest at the talk about period blood and ovaries and children. “But now that that’s all out in the open..this was actually one of the things I wanted to talk to you about tonight. My doctor called this afternoon while I was in class-left a message. He told me that there was a cancellation and he had an earlier opening for me to have the surgery-November 14th. I wanted to talk to you before I accepted.”

He sighed, an adoring smile playing on his features “Are you asking if I’ll go with you and bring you home? Because that’s a given. Just say the word and I’ll request off work.”

The fondness in her eyes only slightly waned with frustration. She’d much rather have this conversation in private, but that’s hard to come by in this group “No. I wanted to talk about how you felt about children…. If you wanted me to forgo the surgery so we can try down the line.” She started fidgeting with her hands, wanting to come off confident, but her anxiety breaking through. He now knew she hoped they’d be together a long time.. long enough to consider a family and a future.

“Look. I’m in the same boat as you-Not even 100% sure I want kids.” He looked her dead in the eyes. Wanted her to know that she had his full attention, because this was important to her, and an important conversation for their burgeoning relationship. His heart was so full. She cares enough to make sure they were on the same page..had obviously considered the thought of a family with him.

He swept her hair out of her face, sliding his hand to cup her cheek. “But ultimately what I want doesn’t matter. It’s your body…. Personally, I think you should have the surgery, if for no other reason, then to have a better quality of life. That sounds fucking miserable to go through every month. If you’re honestly concerned about biological children, then ask if they can save some of your eggs. But it’s not a deal breaker for me. I mean, I was adopted. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings at all to adopt a kid one day. Or have none and live our lives traveling and having expendable income with a bunch of dogs and cats and various reptiles.” She giggled at that. “Two people are a complete family unit. But no matter what, as long as you’re healthy and happy, that’s all I care about.” His sincerity was palpable as he spoke.

All of the women stared at him, mouths agape-Elain with happy and relieved tears lining eyes. Cerridwen broke the silence with a huff in disbelief. “Wow. Can I have your parents address? I feel like I need to write them a thank you card on behalf of the entire female population.”

“Remind me to write it down for you later.” He chuckled.

~~~~~~

After dinner Elain and Azriel retired to her bedroom to continue their private talk. Not that it would stop any of the others from hearing. Apparently they’d heard everything this morning and could hardly contain their gleeful prodding once Az had left. When Elain told him, he had doubled over in laughter.

“That explains why my brothers fit in so well around here-Rhysand was seconds away from tackling me if I didn’t give him all the details.” He said, pulling out her laptop.

“What are you doing?” She scrunched her face curiously at him.

“Old spy tactic” he winked, opened Spotify and scrolled for a moment before pressing play. The Gospel Youth’s cover of ‘There’s Nothing Holding Me Back’ began blasting out of the speakers.

“Dammit Az!” They heard Mor yelling from down the hall. “Come on! Cable’s expensive! At least let me pretend I’m listening to a podcast or something.” Az and Elain burst into a fit of laughter.

He paused the music and stuck his head out the door “We’re not here to entertain you! You’ve got wifi. Get on YouTube or something!” He heard Elain cackling behind him. She’d logged in on her phone, changing the song to ‘U+Ur hand’ by Pink.

Az turned around to see her biting her lip to try and stop laughing. Her face bright red and eyes shining with mirth.

“What you said made me think of the lyrics.” She told him shyly. She was adorable-he stuck out his tongue at her, playfully. His heart swelling with an affection he’d never felt before. He turned back to find Mor standing in the doorway, shoulders shaking with silent laughter of her own. “Looks like you struck out, Azzy-boy.” He shook his head and sighed.

“I have a feeling we’ll somehow get more privacy at my house, if you’re up for it.” He called over his shoulder.

“I think you’re right” she rushed to grab her things. “Lead the way.” She said, reaching for his hand as Mor’s pitiful “Noooo!” followed them out the door.

~~~~~~

The walk from Elain’s house to Azriel’s was only fifteen minutes, but they took their time-enjoying one another’s company.

“So…nobody followed us?” Elain asked tentatively.

“Doesn’t seem like it. Did you want to talk now? We can go to the park and sit on one of the benches-not many people are out at this time of night.” While that was true, Azriel also wanted to enjoy his time with her uninterrupted for a few minutes longer. Without prying eyes (or ears) from family or friends.

“I’d like that.”

They found a more secluded area of the park. The bushes created a small grove with a bench in the middle-private and romantic. Precisely what he’d hoped for. “What did you want to talk about, Sweetheart?” They’d sat down beside each other, his arm around her shoulders pulling her in.

She twisted her hands around shyly. “I suppose we should get the easy one out of the way first. Like last time.” She smiled bashfully. as was sure he’d never get over that look. “My sisters are coming to the expo.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.” He told her honestly. “Is that what you’re so worried about? Your sisters’ approval?” He tilted his head, an inquisitive glance on his face.

“No, I’m not worried about that. They’ll love you. If not, that’s their loss.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I just. There so much about me that I kept hidden from them for fear that they’d tell mother. Even though we loved each other and still do, there were times when all of us couldn’t take her lashings anymore and we’d try to get her attention on one of the others.“ He kissed her on top of the head, letting her know she could continue.

“I wore wigs for four years so they didn’t know about my hair-and because Greyson hated it, but since I used my own money from work he couldn’t do much about it short of shaving my head.” She hummed softly.

“They don’t know about all the shit he put me through. I told them the bare minimum.” Shame. Regret. Embarrassment. She found herself unable to look her boyfriend in the eyes.

“Do you want them to know?” He knew the answer, already.

“Of course. I just don’t know how without having to relive it all. Again. I’m tired of having to go through the pain every time I explain it to someone new. I know-I know I’ll have to in court. But that…I don’t know how to explain it, but that seems different to me. I imagine that won’t feel like I’m getting someone’s pity-I’d be giving the facts for judgement on his punishment. But telling people I know…Everyone looks at me differently. I don’t want to see that look from my sisters.”

Azriel recognized her melancholia. He’d felt the same way growing up with his scarred hands. The only difference was how visible his scars were compared to hers. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Whatever you decide to do, I’ll help however I can.”

She leaned further into him “I know you will.” He ran his nose lovingly against her neck sending shivers down her spine. A soft gasp escaped her.

It frightened her. How easily her body reacted to him. How her mind would call forth every fantasy in his mere presence. She wanted to explore it so badly, but any time she thought about it she would panic. She sighed heavily.

“Okay. So that was the ‘easy’ talk for tonight. What’s the hard one?” He felt her skin begin to pebble as he spoke. Felt her shivers when he ran his nose against her skin. Saw the way she tilted her head to allow his breath to tickle her more. He allowed his lips to barely graze the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“This.” She said breathlessly

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered.

She hesitated. “No.”

“I need you to tell me the truth, Lain. I swear it won’t hurt my feelings. I never want you to feel pressured into anything.”

“That’s the thing, Az…I don’t. I’ve never once felt pressured with you. In fact-“ he could feel her heartbeat racing.

“In fact I… fantasize about it sometimes.”

“Elain” his voice deep and dark and sensuous “do you think about me?” She felt his sly smile against her ear.

Her body was made of fire. There was a pressure building low in her core and the part of her that wanted to explore sex again was positively screaming. She wasn’t going to indulge it yet, knowing she wasn’t ready. But she would damn sure acknowledge it…later.

She looked at Azriel through her lashes. A shy smile blooming “Yes” she whispered. Her heart was pounding out of her chest-it sounded like Nuala’s bass drum in her ears. Azriel hadn’t said anything yet, and it was making her anxious. She began to chew on her lip waiting for any confirmation he’d heard.

Azriel ruffled through his messy hair-Elain loved his hair. He kept it short on the sides and back, and left a mop of the softest, most beautiful curly onyx hair on top. Slowly, cautiously, as if approaching an injured animal, he lifted his hand. His thumb slid her lip from between her teeth, leaning in for the softest, barest kiss and pulling away.

She lifted her gaze to his. “One day, Habibi.” He stroked her jaw “One day I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about. There’s no rush. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

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#elriel fanfic #elriel #heavy hearts #elain and azriel

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THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS. (4)

Much they saw, and far they went, and many homes they visited, but always with a happy end. The Spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful; on foreign lands, and they were close at home; by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope; by poverty, and it was rich. In almshouse, hospital, and jail, in misery’s every refuge, where vain man in his little brief authority had not made fast the door, and barred the Spirit out, he left his blessing, and taught Scrooge his precepts.

It was a long night, if it were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older, clearly older. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a children’s Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair was grey.

“Are spirits’ lives so short?” asked Scrooge.

“My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Ghost. “It ends to-night.”

“To-night!” cried Scrooge.

“To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near.”

The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.

“Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,” said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit’s robe, “but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?”

“It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,” was the Spirit’s sorrowful reply. “Look here.”

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.

“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”

“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.

“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”

The bell struck twelve.

Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him.

#a christmas carol

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crystallineirises · 1 year

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Succession 4.3: Connor’s Wedding Liveblog

I’ve never done one of these before AYE

I turned my phone OFF for this. Not silent, OFF

HERE WE GO

“dramatic music playing” no shit you know what show this is

KERRY LOOKS FLY

yeah he likes you *eyebrow raise*

Those letters are pretty cool

NO THE GERRI SLANDER OH SHIT

SO WILL YOU GIVE HER THE HEADS UP

NICER

“you were close” WELP is that what the kids are calling it

GIVE. HER THE WORD. TODAY.

*lively music*

Shiv in black is a mood

Tom is Joan Rivers this season i’m living

GREGGING

GREGLETS

GREGGIES

Willaaaaaaa a princess hoe is life ugh love her

I can’t believe the Togan girlies are winning i’m so thrilled for them

OH SHIT CYD TOO

Karolina watch your ass

DAMN Karolina said fuck my work wife

THEME SONG

my comment about Gerri blowing these fools away with hat!pistol really would be justified

DAMN I’m glad I switched to the Ted Lasso side as far as romantic ships for this season cause we ain’t winning over here

GOLF CART RICH BITCH

Omg is that Laurie

babygurl is STRESSED

TOM LOOKIN SINISTER

MARTYN

GERRI KNOWS

SHE CANT GO TO EUROPE RUDE

WHY

DICPICGATE

SHE IS FUMING

I’M GOOD

The I’M GOOD heard around the WORLD

OH NO THE TEARS

OOOOOOH this was bruuuutaaaallll

This poor wedding planner lol that’s gonna be me in two weeks

BEING CUNTY

ARE YOU BEING A CUNT

Kendall looking sharp AF go bitch go

Sup Julie you’re an icon too

Every assistant level person on this show is an icon

Gerri’s like let me get wasted it’s about go down go DOWN

Roman why’s your hair so fucked lol i know we’ve talked about it but like wow

What if that was Gerri texting him pictures of her pussy lol

This bitch ain’t sick stop lol

Wait

Wut

OH FUCK

guess it’s not 9/11 part 2 guess it’s just an old man being an old man lol

Oh it’s Grey’s Anatomy all of a sudden

ON THE GROUND

ON THE FLOOR

TONIGHT WE GON GET IT ON THE FLOOR

his poor sad voice BABYGIRL

YOU DID A GOOD JOB

my heart feels all PANICKED

wow no one thought to start looking for Shiv Jess would never let this happen

SHIVY HONEY

this camera work is beautiful

I CAN’T HAVE THAT

Sarah Snook’s shaking hands just won her an Emmy

Not to be rude but does this mean Gerri is saved

lovely good plane people

JESS my other baby girl

KEN GO INSIDE WE DON’T LIKE KEN BY WATER

OH wow pilots saying no

“he’s flying the plane, son” LOL

we were really thinking we’d have to wait around all season for this NO BITCH THIS iS LIVE

Damn

*pours one out*

I just literally poured seltzer water on my carpet

Damn Kerry I sure hope you got that baby though

GASP

CONNOR

the framing of this shot is gorgeous

HENEVEREVENLIKEDMEEEEEEEEEEEE

i never got the CHANCE to make him proud of ME

Weddings are just really not good for these people

i wonder how fuckin rich they just got dude lol

oh Roman is the babiest babygirl bad day for Roman all around

And Gerri can’t even comfort him or NOTHIN

SQUAD

Karolina is that bitch and i’m so about it put her high up in the Kerry/Jess administration

okay $100 bucks says Kerry murdered him

KAROLINA SAID GET OUT LEAVE RIGHT NOW

Gerri > POTUS as it should be

DELETE THE LOGISTICS

oh TOM I LOST MY PROTECTOR Togan was real AF for these three episodes

GASP Gerri

Oh Karolina tryna make up now I don’t know about that

“are you just with me for money” you...but...like...

Reagan’s with tweaks lol

How do they know already wow did Greg fuck that up

THAT THE DANCE YOU LIKE SHIV STAY SWINGING

ooook oooooh they’re alone in a room

Just kidding Roman’s outside now

CONTROLLL TO GET WHAT I WANT

GANG IS BACK

OH HE WANTED HER TO HOLD HIM SO BADLY DAMN us Roman/Gerri babies is suffering

These strings are going crazy hell yeah scoring

lol everyone with their handshakes

PRESS PRESS PRESS PRESS PRESS LOGANS DONT NEED MORE PRESS

WE INTEND TO BE THERE BAM

Roman said yeaaaah i know it’s stupid, i just gotta SEEEE it for MYSELFFF

#succession #succession hbo #hbo succession #succesion spoilers #succession season 4

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I was dreading to open your blog and read your reply, cause I knew the slander would be too much 😐😐😐😐 I'm simply closing my eyes. Blocking the haters (aka user baekhvuns). I actually stayed up late to watch the match and it was not worth it, thankfully Sanhwa went live and their Lego shenanigans were more exciting 💀 I kept yelling "wake up, Madrid, Ancelotti use your fucking brain and Gavi get off the pitch!". Benzema in his salty era, yikes, I know he's mad that his goal was offside and so am I, but come on.

Moving on........

I just hope that if the allegations against Gr**nw**d are true, the girl won't go through the same shit again. 🙃

Yeah the Atiny I met has been following Atz around since last year, that's why I blocked her and stopped interacting with her recently. She's not dangerous, but how manu times do you have to see them? That Judy girl is so fucked, she thinks she's doing something??? And is besties with NCT???

Fucking LSM destroying his own company, ffs I've always said he'd be the downfall of SM. Chris Lee what a dumb greedy bitch, no wonder these two are related. But speaking of dumb people. The delusion and saviour complex is huuuuuge. And did you see that "SM with Hybe" Twitter account???

Avocados don't like snow so I'm not shocked your uni closed ajshaisshhajahwkkaa. Pls stay inside it's safer and cosier 😭. Omfg knife crime typical London behaviour, sigh. Paris is bad too lol, not the safest place, Berlin is better, but the city is also on my shitlist, too privileged. Kai you don't need to go there

"Your guys's hierarchy" hey, don't group me with them Brits, I'm just an outsider who has been studying the UK behaviour for years 😭 Brummie accent was once voted the least appealing, but foreigners are obsessed with it cause of PB, so hilarious. I like beans on toast, I'm afraid... BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE ME BRITISH OKAY.

I remember when Hwa apologised he couldn't dye his hair black yet, because of Imitation?!?!? Some people had the audacity to comment on the grey hair 🔫🔫🔫🔫

Cornish accent is sometimes called "the most American of UK's accents" but they're not like deep South, Cornwall is nice and fun! I guess the difference between most Southern English accents and Cornish is that they roll their "Rs". I have some friends from there, one got into performing school as a child and they asked her mother if she could "get rid of the village accent" huh?! She wasn't even from a village

Breaking Wommys hearts kusuahsjsjauaah but I'm not complaining 🥰 yes to fencer or racer Hwa

WHAT did you just say about the nose 🔫🔫🔫 my feelings are soft, I just wanna perform some cannibalism ok. let me bite Seonghwa's nose in peace!

Finally some Atz x fashion interaction! Seonghwa next pls 🤗

Liking anything when you're over 25 is illegal Baek, so have fun while it lasts. Later it's just taxes, mortgage, 2 shifts etc. no happy days in sight 🤗

Everyone's screaming shaking and crying trying to find Seonghwa's winter MD, but ever since I saw the blurred previews I knew I had to have him, so I'm safe! I'M GONNA EAT HIM I REALLY WILL!!!! THE HEART BLUSH?!?!?!? I'M UNWELL

This is bad for me, a cat boys enthusiast 🙄

Pls look away OP, you don't need to perceive him. In constant battle with myself, because I wanna gatekeep Seonghwa, but also want everyone to know and praise him 🤧

My rockstar gf! and Mingi toooooo

I'm on the floor actually. The 2nd photo 🥴🥴🥴🥴

👀👀👀 but girlie was stressed msjsjdjsjabsnswjsh

Hwa is watching The Alchemy of Souls, I won. Also TAoS Hwa AU...... 😊

And can we talk about KQF2 name... it's pronounced"SAIKERS"?! Say XIKE lmaoooo - DV 💖

hello!!

anon… ur in for a ride,,, both ur teams LMFAOOO 😭😭😭😭 BARCA COOKED!!!! HUMILIATION? HUMILIATION !!!!! AND WITHOUT OUR MAJOR PLAYERS???? GETFOOO AGAINST THE SAME REAL MADRID??? HELP RHQKDHQKDHKW TAKE GAVI OUT???? TAKE VINI OUT BRO WAS WWE-ING ON THE GROUND AND DIDN’T GET A RED AND DISRESPECTING THE REF???? 🔫🔫🔫 and now the second leg with pedri, dembele, lewa ???? cOOKING !!!! forever rm’s owners <;3 no wonder they got bodied

mOVING ON DEBKBJFBJQ TO THIS

and man united ??? 7-0??? LMFAOOOO?????? WHAT THE FUCK??? THIS IS TERRIBLE FHWNHDK

I just hope that if the allegations against Grnwd are true, the girl won't go through the same shit again. 🙃 /// Yeah the Atiny I met has been following Atz around since last year, that's why I blocked her and stopped interacting with her recently. She's not dangerous, but how manu times do you have to see them? That Judy girl is so fucked, she thinks she's doing something??? And is besties with NCT???

tbh i hope someone finds a loophole in the case and gets him to be held accountable, his careers def gone & he’s def not playing for the england national team 🤚🏻 they’re already shit wouldn’t want them to become even more,,,

anon ur friends are 👁questionable👁 NOOO SRS THE NCT JUDY GIRLIE WHAT IN THE WORLD ???? hoping sm sues her bc what tf?? their bodyguards need to bodyslam her some sense

????? he’s nicer than me fr

THEYRE SO 😭😭😭 WHAT EVEN IS THIS “kpop is slowing down” it never was that famous to begin with!!! its really mostly on twt which for some = worldwide,,, but i have to say even those not remotely into kpop know solder sm groups,, i wonder why kpop slowed down,,, maybe bc everything is about achievements now 🔫🔫 the saviour complex of this company and man needs to be studied,, the music quality deteriorated and now mr hybe will come to save it with it’s auto tune <3 one thing i liked about sm was the insane music quality they had,,, doing this shitshow online is so tragic to see,,, I DID AND WHAT THE ABSOLUTE SHIT IS THAT 😭😭😭😭 the artists coming on their bubble to say “i don’t know what’s happening but im with u” bro 😭😭😭

WILL DO 🫡 no bc wth is this knife problem in uk 😭😭😭 there’s so many true crime cases on it like??? kINVES BELONG IN THE KITCHEN KEEP THEM THERE! i feel like france and ny is the same thing,, the pickpocketing 😭🤚🏻 speaking of berlin,,, is this an accurate representation FBKWHDKW

YEAH SO TECHNICALLY UR A BRIT 🔫 u become what u eat and live in 🤚🏻 no bc the brummie accent, and the nottingham accent how DO U EVEN UNDERSTAND THEM one of my cousins is from nottingham and she spoke to me and i ???? went pass my head,, so fast i just stared at her nodded <3 STOPPPPP THATS SO NASTY MY FATHER HAS AN OBSESSION WITH THE BEANS ON TOAST WHY DO U ALL EAT LIKE ITS STILL WW1 COME ON 😭😭😭 UR BRITISH RBWMDHWK PEAK BRITISH

sorry what is this

I remember when Hwa apologised he couldn't dye his hair black yet, because of Imitation?!?!? Some people had the audacity to comment on the grey hair 🔫🔫🔫🔫

some people should have their rights taken away

AHHHHHHH hopefully they’re not just exactly like how americans are personality wise,, NOT THE VILLAGE ACCENT NOOOO 😭😭😭😭yOU GUYS ARE BRUTAL CALLING THEM OUT ON EVERYTHING 😭😭

Breaking Wommys hearts kusuahsjsjauaah but I'm not complaining 🥰 yes to fencer or racer Hwa /// WHAT did you just say about the nose 🔫🔫🔫 my feelings are soft, I just wanna perform some cannibalism ok. let me bite Seonghwa's nose in peace!

wommy’s need to be shown their place 🤚🏻 not but there’s seriously like no woo fics in atiny writing community now 😭😭 fencer hwa and a racer hwa,, but what about a hockey player hwa <33 I SAID NOTHING ???? WHAT DID U READ 📸💥📸💥 📸 i saw this video the other day that explained ur liking for vampires i WILL find it by the next time i answer this HOPEFULLY why bite when u can take a seat

Finally some Atz x fashion interaction! Seonghwa next pls 🤗 /// Liking anything when you're over 25 is illegal Baek, so have fun while it lasts. Later it's just taxes, mortgage, 2 shifts etc. no happy days in sight 🤗

FINALLY!!!!!! BALMAIN AMBASSADOR SOON 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻 seonghwa and of mingi for versace ?? would pass out,, LMFAOOOO will use my 20’s as a excuse to travel and live my yn moment <3 anon how’d ur mortgage going, how’s the job? HOWS KR BEEN

U ORDERED IT RIGHT???? GOD BLESS U IM ON MY WAY HIDE UR DOOR UR KIDS UR CATS UR PC’S IM ON MY WAY he looks like he’s about to join a furry con / star in a red velvet mv

This is bad for me, a cat boys enthusiast 🙄//// Pls look away OP, you don't need to perceive him. In constant battle with myself, because I wanna gatekeep Seonghwa, but also want everyone to know and praise him 🤧

OP TRUST ME HE’S MEAN ASF FUCK DONT STAN HIM LEAVE HIM ALONE 🔫🔫

My rockstar gf! and Mingi toooooo /// I'm on the floor actually. The 2nd photo 🥴🥴🥴🥴 //// 👀👀👀 but girlie was stressed msjsjdjsjabsnswjsh

no bc how dare they do this photoshoot for japanese albums and not for korean ones! WHY ARE THEY SO EXPENSIVE AND THIS???? 😩😩 seonghwa for calvin klein when

Hwa is watching The Alchemy of Souls, I won. Also TAoS Hwa AU……😊 //// And can we talk about KQF2 name… it's pronounced"SAIKERS"?! Say XIKE lmaoooo - DV 💖

STOP STOP IVE BEEN CRYING OVER THAT DRAMA FBWMFBWKFHWKHDWCJCKCKCKCI KEPT THINKING ABOUT SEONGHWA IN IT 😭😭 nOW HOW DO WE SAY THAT NAME??? SHAKERS??? HIKERS??? saikers???? 😭😭😭😭

anon we’re finally getting the return of shoujo with stunning animation 😭😭

just, JUST WHEN I THOUGHT U COULD NOT HATE THIS COMPANY EVEN MORE

hot take, but they’re kinda right

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Hi Grey!! I read the way on how Satoru reacts if Saika told him and Reader that she have a boy friend. And I kept thinking on how will Satoru react if Kouki invited a girl home because Reader told Kouki that it’s fine (I can image Satoru and Saika slandering Kouki and the girl💀)

Not slander, more like tease them endlessly. They love Kikufuku that they'd tease him to death but no slander~

"Oya? Aren't you too young to bring your girlfriend home? What did we say about step by step Kikufuku?" Satoru gawk at Kouki and a cute girl trailing behind his son.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gojo, pardon the intrusion." Shyly, the little girl greeted, clutching the bunch of papers and a hand bag to her chest.

"Hi...?"

"Takashi Mayumi."

"Hello Mayumi-chan!"

Satoru nod approvingly and look at his son.

"Got anything to say Kikufuku?"

"Why is Mama's lipstick on your chin, Pa?"

Satoru froze and felt his lips, rubbing the underside of his chin and saw the rose taint on his finger. Flashes of what you two were doing in the kitchen before the doorbell rang painted the tips of his ears red. What's wrong with that? We're married! Satoru shrug.

"Ahahaha, c'mon in you two." Satoru shifted the topic and opened the door.

"Oh, Kou you brought your best friend over I see," you gasp, guiltily smoothing the creases of your dress and tangled hair from Satoru's tugging.

"Pardon the intrusion Mrs. Gojo," the cute girl greeted you and clumsily opened her bag, bringing out a container of cookies and extended it to you. "Okaa-san told me to give this to you."

You graciously accepted the small gift and gave your son a wink. Kouki blinked at you, befuddled. Satoru came in the rescue, he stuck himself beside you and opened the container, testing a piece and nodded.

"Very good, so what'cha two going to do? It's Saturday~" Satoru in his sing-song voice eyes the two 9 years olds.

"Were partners in homework. We can't do it in Mayu's home her Mom is working at daytime." Kouki coolly answer, unfazed by his parents' teasing gazes.

"Kiku-nii?!"

Uh-oh... The heavy pitter-patters of footsteps ran down the staircase followed by Saika's boisterous voice. Four-years-old Saika jump down and dash to hug her big brother.

But when her eyes met the unknown girl, Saika look at her brother and back to the girl as if trying to decipher, what is going on here?

"Ahhh! Papa, I told you! Kiku-nii has a girlfriend." Saika stomped her foot and ran to hug Satoru's legs. Her eyes started to water and sniffles grew harder until she burst out into tears.

"Why don't you two go in the living room and start your homework? Saika's just needs a small briefing." You wave the startled two kids to the next room and rub Saika's back as Satoru brought her up and hold her in his arms.

"K-kiku-nii, doesn't like me anymore? He l-likes her more? I'm n-not Onii-chan's best f-friend?" Saika cried, between hiccups, tears keep leaking from her eyes.

"Mayumi onee-chan is Kouki Onii-chan's classmate and best friend. You're Kouki Onii-chan's baby sister. There's no liking more or liking less sweetie, okay? Mayumi onee-chan is like having another Maki onee-chan or Nobara onee-chan," you cajoled your daughter.

After more coaxing and head pats with hugs Saika finally calmed down and help you prepare snacks for Kou and his friend.

"What should we do? We should invite her to stay for dinner! How about a sleepover. Do you have her Mom's phone number Hon?" Satoru started his litany of 'we should' and his plans to get to know better the first girl his son brought home. "...fast, yes if she'll stay until tomorrow I'll cook breakfast!"

"Calm down," your hand cup his head and made him face you. "Deep breaths Love, you're being too fast. 1+2=?"

"...3" Satoru breathe.

"Great, how about you buy strawberries? I'm thinking of making a strawberry shortcake." You pat his back and shove him to the door. Much to Satoru's whines and pouts about wanting to talk with Mayumi-chan.

You peek from the door and saw Kouki and Mayumi helping each other answer the questions while Saika is coloring beside them. You're glad that after several subtle implications to your son that it's okay to bring his friend over, Kouki finally asked her to come over so you can also meet your son's best friend. Kyaa! They look so cute together.

"Ma, what are you doing there?" Saika spotted you, Kouki and Mayumi also turned to you and the girl shyly waved in greetings. You smiled and entered the living room, sitting beside them on the floor.

"I asked your Papa to buy strawberries, how does a strawberry shortcake sound?"

Kouki and Saika were unable to hide their twinkling eyes at the mention of strawberry shortcake. Even Mayumi subtly nod in agreement.

"Mama, look Mayu Onee-chan gave me this!" Saika showed you a beautiful flower crown.

"That's so pretty, what did you say to Mayu Onee-chan?" You praised the craft and motioned Saika to put it on.

"I said thank you Mayu Onee-chan! It's so pretty!" Saika kept fiddling the crown and gushing over it adorably.

"Did you made it Mayu-chan?" You asked her.

"Uhm, yes. My Mom has a handicraft store and she taught me how."

She's so cute! You internally clutch your heart at how precious her shy expressions are. You nudge Kouki who's simply answering his hand outs.

"You should've brought Mayu-chan sooner."

"She's helping her Mom in the store. Mayu has work."

Omph! How easy your son could wave you off. If Mayu-chan comes often then he'll also have time to spend it with her. But you also can't help but give him head pats for being considerate and thoughtful.

"Mayu-chan, you can always come over to play or do homeworks here, okay?"

"Thank you Mrs. Gojo," Mayumi nod and smiled. Kouki also look at you with happy eyes.

"Auntie is fine Mayu-chan."

"Made it! You can call me Uncle too!" Satoru raced to the living room and plop a bowl of chips. "So what movie should we watch?"

"Were still studying." Kouki pointed out.

"Nonsense, you can study later." Satoru shrug and brought out his collection of Blu-Ray disc. "How about you choose Mayu-chan? Oh this one is Kikufuku's favorite. This too, and this one and this is Saika's..." Satoru pointed out many more.

"This one Uncle," Mayu gave the one you were looking at.

"Oh! That one, Y/n and I love watching that at Friday nights."

Kouki ignored the four of you and continued writing. Mayumi and Saika are now sitting beside each other talking about girl stuffs. Saika is overjoyed to have another girl sister and cannot stop herself from bragging about her and his brother's fun things together and want Mayumi to come over every so often. You and Satoru just stare at Kouki busily answering his paper, and after putting his work away, he turned to Mayumi.

"Mayu your hand-outs."

"I'll answer it later." Mayumi shake her head but Kouki insisted.

"It's not that hard. I'll teach it to you later." Kouki look at the clock. "Better save time."

"Definitely my son, I also tutored you before we started dating." Satoru brush his non-existent beard with a proud look on his face. You rolled your eyes and just watch as Kouki insist while Mayumi rejects. It brings back tons of memories, Satoru waiting on you to help with homeworks and stuffs leading to one thing and more.

"Good thing you're smart," you pat Satoru's cheeks.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Satoru stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "Kikufuku, c'mere bud."

Satoru brought Kouki on the kitchen and started bringing out food from the fridge.

"Listen well buddy, when you like a girl you have to learn how to cook and feed her. The stomach is the key to a woman's heart, got it?"

"...yeah?" Kouki doubtfully watch as Satoru wore his apron and extended him his shorter one.

"Ok, crack this egg and scramble it. I'm gonna teach you how to amaze a girl with your cooking." Satoru blew a chef kiss.

II.

"Kikufuku made this!" Satoru cheered as he set down the plate of flat pancakes topped with generous amount of whip cream with strawberries and blueberries on the side.

"Try Mayu-chan?" You gave her a piece.

"It's delicious! Did you made it yourself Kou-kun? Do you know how to make waffles too?" Mayumi's eyes lit up as she took a bite.

"Umu." Kouki nodded with a neutral face but from your view you could see the tips of your son's ears turn bright red.

"Come over next weekend Nee-chan? We can make waffles together!" Saika tug at Mayu's sleeves with a spot of cream on her nose. Kouki leaned over to wipe it off and give his sister more strawberries.

"You're always welcome to come here Mayu-chan. Kikufuku makes really great waffles and cookies." Satoru agreed and bragged. "We can do barbeque party too!"

After finishing their homework, it was time to go home. Kouki fitted his shoes while you watch from the genkan.

"Be careful on the way."

"I'll be back. I'm walking Mayu home." Kouki nodded and ran to Mayumi's side who waved at you and Satoru with a wide smile. The two figure of the kids are now away from your vision. Beside you Satoru sighed.

"I was just changing his diapers yesterday, now he's bringing a girl home..."

"What?" You chuckled, not expecting him to go nostalgic and sentimental out of this. "Love he's still 9, Kouki's still a kid." You wrap your arms from behind and press your cheeks on his back. "Even if he turn 20, 30, or even 50. He will always be your lil' boy."

"What can I say? I just want the best for my Kikufuku... I wanna keep him happy and safe so much that it hurts." He sighed again and turn around. Satoru wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead. "Anyways! I'm gonna teach him how I courted you," Satoru chuckled, lifting your chin and rub your noses against each other with sweet smile plastered on both of your lips with foreheads connected to each other.

"Me too!" Saika interrupted, clinging to your legs to insert between you and Satoru. "Can we have Mayu Onee-chan over again this weekend?"

"Ask, Kouki Onii-chan to invite her again. You like her sweetie?" Satoru lift her up, between the two of you.

"Like!" Saika grinned and kissed your and Satoru's cheeks in glee.

—Grey,

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keisurin · 4 years

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swipe left! ; smau // mlist

suna rintarou x y/n l/n

where suna and y/n both coincidentally at the same time makes a bet. both of which relates to them having a date, where’s a better place to find that someone than a dating app online?

taglist: closed <3

genre: crack, fluff, fem!reader

warnings: cursing

profiles

chapters

♥︎1 should’ve been flower girl

♡︎2 try me btch

♥︎3 suna’s type

♡︎4 semi-chan

♥︎5 monthly supply of chuppets

♡︎6 meant to be— not

♥︎7 my mom told me i’m american

♡︎8 sorry i couldn’t ruin your throat

♥︎9 ability: teleporter

♡︎10 yellow and grey garbage can

♥︎11 i’m posh like that

♡︎12 let me treat you right

♥︎13 i hate her

♡14 ︎angel in disguise

♥︎15 toxic s.o

♡16 *confused screaming*

♥︎17 x boba store

♡︎18 firework haired bitch

♥︎19 reminders

♡︎20 send memes to your s.o

♥︎21 skate park

♡︎22 the s in semi stand for slander

♥︎23 have a break have a kit kat

♡︎24 ushi sheiten tomu

♥︎25 rinta-no

♡︎26 you ever watched finding dory?

♥︎27 confession room

♡︎28 into you

♥︎29 official

♡︎30 officialer

end

#swipe left! smau #s.r swipe left!#suna smau #suna rintarou #suna rintaro smau #suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #hq suna #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki

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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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PERFECT NOW| D.H.

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4K words

Warnings: negative body image, body talk, insecurities

Summary: You're feeling insecure after a party and Derek is very supportive and comforting. (Requested over Wattpad, based off Perfect Now by Louis Tomlinson)

"I've already told you that I don't want to talk about it," You groaned, throwing your bag onto the ground and rushing into his bedroom, the sound of the front door closing being a distant sound as he was behind you in seconds. "It's nothing. I'm fine, really," You clarified, calmer this time after realizing how utterly confused Derek was.

"You don't sound fine," He offered carefully, lightly tugging your arm to turn you towards him, eyes softening when they met yours. "Something upset you at the party and I will never force you to talk about something that you don't want to talk about, but I hate seeing you upset," He smiled, moving his fingers over your arm slowly. "I hate it even more if I can't do anything to make you feel better," He admitted, looking down slightly when you offered him a hesitant smile.

"You're sweet," You sighed as you stepped forward to hug him, loosely grasping onto his sides. "I really am fine though, promise," You kissed his chest before pulling away. "Now, go change, I know how much you hate wearing that stupid dress shirt," You numbly directed him into the direction of the bathroom, though he hovered, sparing you once last glance.

"I love you, Y/n," He frowned slightly, eyes drifting over you as if they were considering every breath and movement before he turned to leave. The shower turned on a few seconds later and you released an unsteady breath, clutching onto your stomach as your heart sank even deeper somehow.

Your gaze scattered around the room carefully, searching for the bag of clothes you had brought to change into after the party, and without your permission you caught an unwanted glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, brows furrowing as the sight settled itself into your mind. With a sigh, you turned towards it, allowing your eyes to rake over every feature, hands following to hide every imperfection as soon as you saw it, fingers stilling at your hips where the dress was quite a bit tighter than it was a month ago and you shifted your legs to look at the back, seeing the same situation. You released another sigh, shakier this time as you swallowed down the knot in your throat, fighting to defend yourself against the thoughts forming in your head.

"You looked beautiful tonight," Derek announced suddenly, startling you with his almost soundless re-entry into the room. "I could barely keep my eyes off you," He added, smiling to himself as he pulled on a white vest to accompany his grey sweatpants. "I also caught a few other glances of gentlemen who felt the same," He mused, playfully giving you a stern glance before laughing softly, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

"I hardly think that's true," You objected, not matching his tone at all. "It couldn't be," You shook your head lightly with a soft scoff.

"Of course, it is," Derek noted as he walked towards you, not breaking eye contact as he stilled at your back, hands instinctively moving to your waist. "You looked breathtaking. I was but your humble escort, because not an eye in the room made it past you long enough to even notice me."

"Derek, stop," You snapped, unnecessarily annoyed as you gently swatted his hands away from your sides, noticing his confusion in the mirror as you walked away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing," You replied just as quickly as he asked the question, closing your eyes for a second as you kicked off your shoes. "You didn't do anything. You're perfect. I just can't stand the complements right now," You explained, instantly regretting the way the words sounded. "I didn't mean it like that. I just don't feel particularly beautiful at the moment and hearing you tell me that I am, just somehow makes me feel even worse," You shook your head as you tiredly turned to look at him. "I sound ridiculous."

"No," He said as he stepped closer. "Your feelings are perfectly valid and you are entitled to feel utterly appalled by my compliments of your beauty," He sighed. "I will, however, not stand for any Y/n slander in this household, so I would carefully and sweetly insist that we talk about this."

"Very diplomatic," You noted, smiling carefully as he looked you over.

"I don't want to upset you any more than you already are, I just want to understand," He explained sheepishly and you nodded, heart warming by the second as you looked over at the man you loved, a ridiculously kind man who fought his own demons daily yet so easily dropped it all at the drop of a hat to comfort the girl he loved.

"They look at us," You began and he tilted his head. "You and I, when we do things together, people stare, they're all wondering the same thing. They're all simply curious as to why in the hell you're with me," You lifted a hand to stop him from interrupting. "I know you love me and I love you more than I could ever put into words, sometimes I just wish I was a little less me and little more like the girl you should be with."

"Y/n," He breathed, stopping himself with a shaky sigh as he walked towards you. "I don't think you understand just how much you mean to me. I don't think I ever for a second deserved to have found someone who makes me feel so much joy, so much joy, that somehow every dark spec of my existence has been overflowed with the overwhelming light that you bring," He took your hand carefully. "I see your insecurities; I hear your heart and I know that words are just words and I couldn't possibly undo the scrutiny in the eyes which you look at yourself with. I just wish you could even for a second see yourself from my point of view and know just what you are to me. "

"I wish I could too," You gripped his hand tighter. "But the stupid dress is smaller, and I've somehow defied the laws of exercise because no matter what I do, it doesn't work, and food makes me happy, so why can't I enjoy it? I just find myself waiting to be pretty, to eat guiltfree in public and dance in a room full of people without any embarrassment. And I feel like awful, because no matter how many times you say it and no matter how much I wish I could just believe it, I find myself waiting to be worthy of your love," You avoided his gaze as tears delicately trickled down you cheeks. "Worthy of my own love, but I don't know where to start," He pulled you into his chest as the words surrounded you.

"You start right here," He offered surely, holding on tightly and you balled his shirt between your fingers. "And we move forward together. I will love you, until you learn to love yourself, and I will hold you when you break, and I will help you collect the pieces and glue them back together," He moved his hands into your hair as he attentively kissed the top of your head. "I will remind you that even when the tears are falling down, still, somehow, you're perfect now."

"I love you," You whispered, closing your eyes against him.

"And I love you," He promised and pulled you even closer. "Enough for the both of us, for now."

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thekillingmoonmoon · 3 years

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one | rose red

part one / part two / part three

(passion, love, infidelity)

Pairing: Bonten! Ran x Brother’s Girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: infidelity, mentions of guns, drugs, and violence, a vague Mitsuya x brick cameo, straight up Rindou slander (is for the sake of the plot, please)

Length: 4,2k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There were thorns in Haitani Ran’s thoughts. They curled around his mind with prickled vines, piercing his tongue with saccharine sin, saturating his thoughts with tantalising temptation.

It’s quiet, the hum of the city below melting into the faint symphony seeping from the main restaurant of the hotel where Bonten had held their weekly meeting just a few hours earlier. You and Ran were alone, seated across from each other at a private table overlooking the oceanic lights of Tokyo. A set of lit candles flickered between the pair of you, and a bottle of champagne waited patiently in a bucket of ice to Ran’s left. If Ran had ever planned a date for you, this would be it. But it wasn’t a date. Never would be.

You shifted slightly in your seat, letting out a tiny huff as you adjusted the thin ebony silk draped over your shoulders in a pathetic effort to keep the night chill from nipping at your skin. Your eyes travelled from the delicate watch on your wrist to the blank screen of your phone, where minute grey text foretold your approaching disappointment.

Rindou was late. Very late. You wondered if he was even coming. Of course, you understood that the life of a Bonten Executive was tough, unpredictable, that Rindou’s time was not his to give to you solely, freely. But tonight was meant to be different, special. It was so special that he’d forgotten the reason behind the occasion and had summarily invited his brother along for the meal.

Not that you minded, returning Ran’s wide smile with a muted grin of your own. Ran was as much a part of your life as Rindou was, and held an equally precious place in your worn-out heart. You looked over your messages to the younger Haitani once more, all read, no replies. “Shall we get started? I think Rindou’s been delayed,” you suggested, inwardly wincing at the glimmer of disappointment in your voice.

In that moment, Ran hated, actually hated, his brother. The faint gloss of your eyes betrayed the carefree lilt of your words as you mumbled over the menu, phone now faced screen down and eyebrows tightened with frustration. Even upset, you were beautiful, a divine vision clothed in swathes of vivid red and black. Your dress was new, Ran noted, a classic cut that hid more than it revealed, teasing him with glimpses of your soft skin whenever you shifted in your seat. Ran examined you over the top of his menu, order already committed to memory. How could Rindou do this to you? Again?

Ran had been surprised when Rindou had invited him to dinner with you. Wasn’t it your anniversary? You had just graduated from university too, surely that was something you’d like to celebrate with Rindou, and Rindou only? Ran was relieved he’d come though, and inwardly grimaced at the thought of you waiting alone for Rindou, waiting and waiting, abandoned for another wild night out with Sanzu. Ran fought the frown that threatened to darken his face. It wasn’t like you were some unknown woman, a random fling that Rindou had picked up for momentary pleasure. You were Rindou’s girlfriend, and Ran’s friend. You were a reminder of their Roppongi days, the girl who had lived next door, the girl who had followed them to the top.

Back then, you’d been nothing more than another little sibling, an added ice-cream on Ran’s snack runs, an added peal of laughter to his joy whilst he teased Rindou. You had always been there, a few years younger than the boys, yet so much older in spirit. Ran smiled at you, remembering the late nights and early mornings you’d shared, sneaking out of your apartment to patch them up after fights, to dye their hair when they’d grown bored of blond. He’d watched you grow up, grow older, grow into yourself. Silently, he’d witnessed his notoriously near-sighted brother finally see you for the blessing you were, watched as your puppy-love evolved into mature devotion to his brother’s happiness. At the cost of your own. Ran’s gaze drank in the solemn mien of your face, the habitual downward curve of your lips. When last had he seen you smile? Not in the last few months, at least. Not whilst Rindou ran rampant through the streets of Tokyo, chasing after a coked-up Sanzu, leaving you behind in his wake of blood-stained shirts and forgotten dates. Rindou was a fool. A damn fool.

“Ran?” your voice tugged him free of his thorned thoughts, and he blinked back into reality. A waiter stood silently to one side, patient as you recited your order to him. Ran did the same, handing the waiter his menu without consulting it a second time. “Is everything alright?” you asked, “you seem distracted.” Violet eyes softened at you. “Not at all, my sweet. I was just admiring your dress,” Ran crooned, resting his jaw on a propped up hand, smiling slightly at the fluster that graced your face. Heat simmered beneath your skin at the silk of Ran’s gaze and you picked self-consciously at the sleeves of your dress. “It’s new, from an upcoming designer in Shibuya. Mitsuya Takashi. Have you heard of him?” Ran scrunched up his nose, the name ringing distant bells. “Yeah, I think so. I might have hit him with a brick once.” “Ran, what?” There it was, the ghost of the smile he missed so dearly. He waved away your shock. “It was nothing serious, happened during a fight with Toman, must have been ages ago.” You sipped at your water and Ran’s eyes traced the droplet that slipped from your scarlet lips over your jaw and down your neck. “Tenjiku?” Of course, you knew their history, it was yours too, after all. Ran nodded, leaning back to loosen the knot of his tie. “I didn’t like Tenjiku,” you commented, “it was too violent,” you huffed. Ran laughed. “It was a gang, princess, of course it was violent,” he cooed. You pouted, then remarked. “I would never have thought Mitsuya was a delinquent. He was a part of Toman, then?” “Yeah, one of their captains actually,” Ran perked an eyebrow at you, “Why, are you interested in him?” his tone was light, teasing, but thorns lay beneath his tongue. You scoffed, losing yourself in the swirl of water at the bottom of your glass. “’Course not,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “besides which, it’s really fucking obvious that I’m a ‘kept woman, isn’t it?’” your crimson manicure fluttered around the term with distasteful air quotes. Ran frowned. It wasn’t obvious actually. Ran had always chalked it up to your background, to the life you lived before the brothers had clawed their way to the top. You dressed quietly, and had paid your own way through university, refusing any offers from either Ran or Rindou.

“What do you mean, doll?” You raised your eyebrows at Ran. “I mean, no woman fresh out of school would be able to afford this kind of dress, Ran. Not unless she was some kind of glorified sugar baby.” Ran bit out a laugh, hoping that you were making a joke. But you were silent, your mouth set in a straight line, the glimmer of your eyes dull. “Sweetness, no,” Ran tried to reassure you, long fingers sailing across the table to wrap around your hands, “you know it isn’t like that. We just like to spoil you, that’s all.” You gave a slight tug, pulling away from Ran’s hand, but his grip was firm, warm, and your fingers remained woven with his. “That’s all it ever seems to be though,” you murmured, looking at where Ran’s pale fingers traced patterns into your skin. Your eyes flickered to his, and you were surprised to see concern in the depths of his lavender gaze. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, your words quivering as they staggered over the white tablecloth. “You know, I never wanted all this,” you confessed, “The clothes, the jewellery, the gifts, all of it. Of course,” you hurried, “I really love all that you’ve given me, all that Rin has given me, I’m really grateful…” “But?” Ran prompted you. “But,” you took a deep breath, “but, if I could give up everything, everything I’ve ever received, just to spend some time with you and Rin, just us, none of all of this,” you gestured to your surroundings. “Would you?” “Would I what?” “Would you give it all up, for us?” Ran tilted his head. Your nod was enough to set his heart racing. “In a heartbeat, Ran, in a heartbeat,” you admitted. His other hand closed over your palm, squeezing your fingers gently. “Oh, princess,” he sympathised, “you shouldn’t have to miss us like this.” You shouldn’t have to miss Rindou like this. For fuck’s sake, you were his girlfriend. His girlfriend, who now sat across Ran, blinking back a year’s worth of tears. You dabbed cautiously at your wet eyes with your napkin, squinting at the inky spots of mascara that marred the porcelain cloth.

Ran gulped and patted your hand awkwardly. What should he do? His fingers tingled, desperate to wipe away the diamonds that fell from your eyes, to curl you into his arms like he used to, when you were just kids, when there was nothing but friendship between you. Ah, that’s right. Maybe that would make you feel better. He released your hand from his grasp, his chest tightening at the muted whimper that fell from your lips at the loss of contact. Fuck, did holding your hand really mean that much? Were you really that alone? Quickly, Ran opened up the side of his jacket and reached into the inside pocket. He smiled when his fingers brushed over the velvet box nestled in the silk.

“Here,” he placed the red box in front of you and tapped the lid, “I know I missed the ceremony, but I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about your graduation.” You looked suspiciously at the box, then back at Ran. “I didn’t want to make a big deal of it,” you shrugged, averting your eyes. “But you worked so hard, sweetness, so allow us to celebrate a little?” Ran gave you a closed-eyed smile, his startlingly white teeth bright against the blurred night. He gestured towards the champagne and you nodded, watching as he smoothly picked up the bottle and began to open it. His movements were deft, careful to not let any of the bubbly liquid spill as the cork broke free with a pop. He poured each of you a generous glass, handing you the delicate stem of the drink to a toast. The golden tinkle of your glasses clinking sounded like stardust, and the champagne fizzled over your tongue in a burst of sour sweetness. You put your drink back down after a heavy sip and confronted Ran’s gift.

“Can I open it?” “No, you’re only allowed to look at it,” mirth danced in Ran’s eyes and you found yourself sticking your tongue out at him, the action a nearly-forgotten relic of your past. You opened the box, gasping softly at the sight within. There, like a drop of blood on fresh snow, lay a bracelet with a single charm. A rose. Crimson glittered at you in intricate waves of ruby, bordered by silver. “Oh, Ran,” you breathed. The man across from you chuckled. “It’s not entirely appropriate, given what you just said. But when I saw it, I knew I wanted you to have it.” You traced the silver chain with a shaky fingertip, then looked up at him. “You chose this? You, Haitani Ran?” Ran pouted into his champagne, stealing a sip before answering. “Of course I chose it? Do you really think my taste is that bad?” He faked offence. “Ran. Your hair was dyed in stripes for years, horizontal stripes, may I add?” you teased, and Ran’s heart skipped a beat at the light that had returned to your eyes. But as quickly as that spark had flared to life, it faded, and your lips fell into a downward curve. “I didn’t think you’d choose something for me yourself, I thought you’d get one of your assistants to pick a present,” your voice wavered, but then you looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Ran.” He shifted in his seat, not wanting to meet your gaze. Then he stood and shuffled over to your side of the table. “It’s my pleasure, princess,” hesitant fingers reached to pinch your cheek, another memory of your shared youth flooding his mind. He dropped to a crouch beside your chair, grabbing the box as he sank onto his haunches. “Shall I put it on?” he asked, drinking in the sight of you above him, the smell of your perfume making his head spin. You nodded and gave him a small smile, the genuine expression casting your face into heavenly light.

You had really become a beautiful woman. Long gone was the awkward teen with the too-long sleeves and slumped shoulders that used to trail after the Haitani brothers like a lost puppy. You had bloomed into a goddess, with all the grace of those old American movie stars from the films you’d watch with Ran until the youth of the morning. Back then, the pair of you had been nothing but cheap imitations, putting on fake accents and spinning giddily around Ran’s room in poor mimicry of the Hollywood stars of the 1950s. You had both been clumsy then, tripping over each other’s feet, snorting with laughter at each other’s awful recitations from your favourite scenes, often earning a litany of curses from Rindou for waking him up with your revelry. Ran paused, enchanted in your presence, bewitched by your soul, staring up at you with the reverence of a proselyte before their idol.

You gazed at each other for what felt like eternity. You were trapped in the violet storm of Ran’s eyes, the intensity of his stare rolling over you in electric waves. Had Ran always looked at you like this? Like you were the world and he was your moon, like you were a lighthouse guiding him home to the shore. Eventually, your purple haze was blinked away and Ran returned to fiddling with your gift.

“Your hand, my dear,” he teased, his palm upward to receive you. Gooseflesh crept over your skin, rippling in a shiver from where your hand met his to the very base of your spine. You watched in silence as he fastened the chain around your wrist, making sure the clasp was secure before returning your hand. You held your arm up to catch the light, your mouth parted in wonder at the glittering scatter of red that burst from the charm. “I love it,” you sighed, unaware of how close Ran’s hand was to resting on your knee. “I’m glad,” Ran bounced on his heels, “I wanted to get you something special, something you can keep close, that you can personalise,” he hooked a fingertip around the chain and traced the silver string of metal. “You can add more charms, you see,” you nodded, peering at the empty loops in the chain, shuddering when Ran’s fingers brushed over your skin. The request toppled from your lips before you could think, before you could rein in the wild words that galloped from your tongue. “Will you add to it?” the question is small, almost whispered, and it falls over Ran like rain over parched earth. “Of course, sweetness. Anyone can add to it, all they have to do is give you a charm.” You shook your head. “No. No one else can add to this, I’ve decided. Only you can,” you looked down to him, “that is, if you want to?” For once in his life, Ran was speechless. This was not just about a bracelet, about some sweet little gift he’d given you. This was about you and him. Only. He pressed his lips to the top of your knuckles, kissing you chastely before smiling up at you. “It would be an honour, princess.” He cradled your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back over your hand, his other hand on his knee.

“Ran?” there’s blood in your voice, pained and red. “Yeah?” he frowns at you, startled to find tears once again threatening to spill from your lashes. “What am I doing?” “What do you mean, my sweet? You’re having dinner with me?” you shook your head, your grip on his hand tightening almost imperceptibly. “That’s the problem, Ran. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so, so happy to have you here,” you wavered, “But Rin was meant to be here too. Tonight,” you exhaled, “tonight is…” “Your five year anniversary?” Ran finished for you. You blinked at him. “Yes, but? How? Why do you remember?” you asked him. Ran shrugged. “It’s important to you, why wouldn’t I remember?” You clicked your tongue. “It’s not important to Rindou, clearly,” you looked at the empty chair beside you. Ran’s other hand closed over your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze over the soft cloth of your dress. Ran frowned as he watched you wind your fingers into the scarlet fabric, your fist clenched.

“Hey, Ran?” he hummed to confirm that he was listening. “What if I did give it all up?” Ran’s eyes snapped open and his spine straightened. “What? What are you saying?” A single tear slipped from your eye, trickling down your cheek with a diamond shimmer. “I’m saying that I’m tired, Ran. I’m tired of being Rindou’s plaything. You would think I was some kind of doll, the way Rindou dresses me up and parades me around, only to forget about me the moment his back is turned,” you sniffed, “I’m not a toy, Ran. And I’m not a problem that can be solved with money, either. I’m a person, and I’m tired of being treated like an object.” Ran’s thumb stilled, caught midway in tracing his initials over your hand. “Do you want to leave my brother?” The tears washed down your cheeks in crystalline waves, and when you nodded in reply, a sob broke past your lips in a choked gasp. There was no hesitation now, and Ran folded you into his chest in the space of a heartbeat, cradling you in his arms as you slid off your chair into his embrace. With your face tucked into the crook of his neck, you wept, a deluge of tears soaking into his suit jacket whilst he whispered sweet comforts into your ear. “That’s it, let it all out,” he cooed, “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Eventually, you pulled away with a hiccup and a sniff. You flashed a watery smile at Ran as he offered you a napkin, and let him scoop you back onto your chair with a kiss to the temple and a pat to your knee. He draped his jacket over your shoulders, and you caught the glint of his gun nestled in the holster beneath his arm. You dragged yourself back together, wiping what was left of your makeup away with the napkin. Ran still crouched before you, both of his palms resting on your knees, their warmth seeping through the skirt of your dress. “There’s my girl,” he caught one of your hands in his, his grip on your fingers gentle and steady. You blinked away the blurs in your eyes. “Thank you,” you mumbled and Ran chuckled.

“You’re gonna break his heart, princess,” he commented. Your lip wobbled and you opened your mouth to speak, but Ran held up a finger to silence you. “That’s not a bad thing. The brat deserves a little pain after the shit he’s put you through,” he tapped the back of your hand with the tips of his fingers, “But I have to say, I’m a bit cross with you, sweetness.” Your face fell. “Why? What did I do now?” you pouted. “Why didn’t you call me? Or message me? I could have helped, you know?” “How? By beating the shit out of Rin?” you giggled. “It worked before, why wouldn’t it work now?” Ran deadpanned. “It worked before because he was a middle-schooler, Ran, not one of the top dogs in the biggest gang in Japan. You can’t just go around beating up the other Bonten Executives,” Ran looked unconvinced. “I can if they’re my idiot kid brother, especially if they’re my idiot kid brother,” he raised an eyebrow at you, oddly serious. The truth in his tone shuddered down your spine and you frowned at him. “Would you really?” you pressed. Ran cocked his head. “For you, yeah,” he admitted. “But Rindou’s your brother?” “And you’re just as important to me as he is, maybe more so, now that I know he’s been treating you like this.” The confession poured from his lips like wine from a bottle, rich and red. His words curled around you in the comfort of his jacket over your shoulders, in the smoky sandalwood scent that sparked heat between your ribs. Ran took your hand, the one blessed with the silver shine of his gift, and placed another kiss to your knuckles.

“Ran,” you breathed his name like air, like it was all that kept you alive. Your skin burned beneath his lips. You shivered as he turned your hand over, chastely kissing the inside of your wrist, the blood beneath racing at a speed faster than light itself. “Yes, my sweetness, my pretty girl,” Ran murmured his saccharine sighs into the silken skin of your pulse, lips never leaving your sensitive wrist. “Thank you,” you whispered, as soft as candy floss, sweet as spun sugar. Ran raised a brow at you, drinking deep on the sight of your parted lips, your glazed eyes. “For what, princess?” “For always looking after me,” your fingers shakily curved over his cheek, cupping his face in your hand, “You’ve always been so kind to me, so caring, despite everything else,” your eyes flickered to where his gun hung, tucked below his arm in its leather holster. You gulped, swallowing down the sob that threatened to return to your treacherous tongue. “You’ve,” you wavered, “you’ve never forgotten me, never stopped taking care of me,” you traced your thumb over Ran’s unblemished cheekbone, your gaze fixed to his, losing yourself to the soft lavender of his eyes.

“So, Ran, thank you,” you repeated, the meaning of each word resounding with truth, a truth that poured from the depths of your chest, your ribs tight with emotion. You stared at the man kneeling before you, honoured that such a man should look at you with such adoration, affection. You loved Ran, loved him like the sea loved the sunrise, like the clouds loved the dusk. His presence gave you power, gave you potential, the promise of a life passionately lived, loved. But Rindou had stolen your heart, snatched it away with calloused hands and loving candour.

But he hadn’t held your heart as you held his. You had cradled Rindou’s heart in your chest, carefully, devotedly, whilst yours had fallen from Rindou’s back pocket, lost to the grime and grease of a dark alley covered in blood. And so, you decided to leave Rindou’s heart on that untouched table for three, bleeding between the cutlery set for an empty seat.

Ran’s long fingers intertwined with the hand that held his face, his long lashes fluttering over his porcelain skin, his lips shifting to softly kiss the palm of your hand. He looked up at you, his eyes melting from violet to a darkened indigo.

“It’s always been my pleasure to take care of you, pretty girl,” the smooth lilt of his voice deepened as he rose from his haunches to his feet. You craned your neck back to look at him, his shins knocking gently against your knees, his figure framed by moonlight. Ran leaned down over you, one hand gripping the back of your seat over your shoulder, whilst he traced over your cheek with the knuckles of the other. Your breath hitched at his touch, and you forcefully blinked your gaze away from his bewitching eyes. He was too close, his breath tickling your skin, his lips just a gasp away from yours. You tried to turn your head away, but he caught your chin with steady fingers, maintaining that dizzying eye-contact beneath lowered lids.

“Sweetness, look at me,” you shivered at the thorns lacing his voice, but complied, your stomach turning over itself as his name fell in a whisper from your lips. “Ran…” Ran’s fingers ghosted over your skin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before trickling down to the back of your head. He brushed his nose over the curve of your cheek, his lips achingly close.

“Will you let me take care of you once more?” his question curled around you like barbed wire, entangling you in a vine of thorns, pricking your skin and ensnaring your heart in red velvet petals. You gave in, nodding ever-so-slightly, closing your eyes and letting Ran claim your red lips for his own.

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